Silent Daughter

I stole this idea, with no apologies, from the story My Silent Daughter by Emerson Laken Palmer.

Tim was lying on the couch daydreaming. His hand wandered down to his lap where two lovely feet were resting. His hand gently touched them, then began to lightly stroke. They squirmed in pleasure in his lap, rubbing against his cock and causing it to engorge and thicken. That brought him back from his dreams. He looked down to see his daughter’s feet in his lap, his hand stroking them. Worse, he felt his cock quickly growing in his shorts.

Stunned, he yelled, “Molly, get your feet off of me,” pushing them towards the other end of the couch where his daughter lay watching the TV.

She jumped at the roar, looking at him in surprise. “What, Daddy?”

‘Damn!’ Tim thought to himself, feeling like a shit. “Sorry, sweetie. I guess I’m just worried and overreacted.”

“Oh,” Molly said quietly. “Is it mom?”

Tim was quiet for several moments before he answered her, “Yes.”

Marion, Tim’s wife and Molly’s mother, was not at home this evening. In point of fact, she was seldom home in the evenings any more. Part of Tim’s problem was that he hadn’t had sex in over six months and it had been increasingly infrequent before that. He was horny as a sixteen-year-old boy.

“I understand, Daddy,” she said. “But I did like lying on the couch with you.”

Tim felt like a complete turd now. He knew Marion’s abandonment was actually harder on Molly than it was on him and it was a real bitch for him. At least he understood what was happening. He figured Molly couldn’t really understand and so it had to be tougher on her. “I’m sorry sweetie. Okay.” He motioned for her to put her feet back in his lap.

Instead, Molly lay on the couch but scooted towards the front. She patted the couch behind her and said, “Why don’t you lay down with me, Daddy. There’s room.”

Tim wasn’t sure that was the best idea, but he was filled with remorse at his behavior and capitulated. He lay down behind his little girl, looking over her head at the silly program on the TV. He felt her back up, pressing against his chest.

Without thinking, Tim wrapped his arm around her, resting his hand on her bare belly. She wasn’t one of those girls who shouldn’t wear belly shirts. Instead, her belly was trim and flat. Her shorts were low-riding and loose as well and he could see gaps on both sides where the crease between her leg and pudenda plunged into the shorts. He could almost see down into her shorts…

Tim couldn’t pull his eyes away. Those shorts were so low Tim wondered if his little girl had any hair yet. There certainly couldn’t be much or it would be showing. He felt his cock growing again, traitorous thing. He pushed his hips back against the couch to make sure it wouldn’t bump against Molly.

Luck was not with Tim this night. Molly was feeling insecure and wanted, no, needed, physical contact. She pressed back as he pulled away. Now, because they were in a slightly different alignment, when she pressed back, her cute little butt pressed up against his hard cock. He so wanted to jump up, but he was filled with remorse at his earlier dismissal of her that he couldn’t. Tim prayed she wouldn’t notice.

In a shaky voice Molly asked him, “Daddy, are you and mom going to get a divorce?”

He didn’t answer right away. What should he tell her? She deserved the truth. And the truth was she was old enough for it. But what was the truth? “I really don’t know, Sweetie. I just don’t know.” The good thing was that the question took the starch right out of his traitorous cock.

“Daddy, I’d understand if you did. And if you do, I want to live with you,” she said.

Tim’s heart was filled with affection when she told him that. “Why’s that, Sweetie?”

That’s when the second mistake of the evening occurred. Tim was asking why she would want to live with him. Molly thought he was asking why she understood, which was the image burning itself in her mind. It was a simple miscommunication, but like so many simple things the effect was huge. “I heard her talking to Mr. Swenson on the phone when she thought I wasn’t home. I heard her say how she was going to… suck his cock,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry, Daddy, but that’s what she said.”

Herb Swenson was a neighbor who had an on again off again relationship with his own wife, usually off as he wandered from affair to affair. Tim didn’t understand his attractiveness but he certainly had something as he had seemingly poked half the women in the neighborhood.

Tim felt icy fingers along his spine. It’s one thing to suspect that your wife is out fucking around. It is more achingly painful to hear it from your daughter and in such explicit terms. Tim felt the tear roll down his cheek. No. Crying would be later. Tim got mad. God damn Marion. That bitch. “Shit,” he muttered. His eyes were glazed as he looked off into his own mind seeing nothing. “She won’t suck my cock but she will Herb’s.”

“Daddy!”

That brought him back immediately. “Oh, sorry sweetie. I kind of forgot you were here,” he blushed.

Molly laughed, “I bet you did.” She turned enough to look back over her shoulder at him. It also twisted her enough that Tim’s hand, without his moving it, slid into the gap of the waist of her loose shorts. “So, Mom won’t suck your…” Molly stopped at the last moment. She obviously knew the word and the action but couldn’t quite say it to her father. Tim wasn’t surprised. He heard the way kids talked among themselves these days. He was certain Molly knew all about blow jobs. He just hoped she wasn’t doing them yet.

“No,” he said not knowing how else to finesse the question.

Molly turned back towards the TV. “That’s too bad.” His hand stayed where it was and Molly didn’t seem to notice. Her butt also pressed back into his crotch again. A soft warm little ass was rubbing against his cock and it reversed the blood flow as he felt his pants getting tight again.

Tim was conflicted. He was mad and sad about his wife and felt like grabbing a bottle of booze and getting sloshed. He had the body of a beautiful young woman pressed against his and it felt damn nice and exciting. In fact, Molly was rubbing her ass against his rigid pole as he thought these things. But that ass belonged to his beautiful little virgin daughter. The problem was that Tim was now lost in his mind thinking about Marion and her infidelities. His eyes were glazed as he stared off, seeing only the internal pictures like a movie screen between his mind and the real world. He felt the soft warm ass of his daughter pressing and rubbing against his erection but he ‘saw’ someone else in his mind. His hand started softly stroking Molly’s belly.

She was surprised and looked back over her shoulder. She could see the track of the one tear Tim had shed and she felt awful for telling him such terrible news. She also saw that he was staring off into the distance seemingly unaware of her except that his hand was touching her.

Molly was also intensely aware of her father’s erection. She was pretending as though she didn’t know but she liked the feeling. She liked his hand touching her. It sent electric sensations into her pussy. Molly was a sheltered girl and had never touched a boy’s cock or had a boy touch her intimately. But she was old enough that her body craved such a touch. She felt herself getting wet just like when she touched herself, but this was even better, having someone else touch her. But it was her father… She was caught between two desires, one to be a ‘good’ girl and the other to continue experiencing the pleasure building inside.

Tim was raging in his mind, ‘The bitch. The cheating bitch. She won’t fuck me, huh. I’ll get even. I’ll show her. She’s not the only one who can fuck around.’ Almost below the conscious level he was aware that his hand was touching a lovely young woman. A woman he could use to get even with Marion. His hand pressed further down, finding the beginnings of her downy hair.

Molly gasped silently as his hand moved down over her pussy. She pressed back against the hard cock, rubbing, feeling it. Tim’s hand strayed further, finding the cleft of her pussy. His finger sank into the girl. Molly bit her lips to keep from moaning. She was wet and hot.

Tim’s mind exulted, ‘Take that you bitch. I don’t need you.’ His finger circled the girl’s bump. Her hips bounced, grinding against the hard cock behind and the pleasure giving finger in front. Tim’s mind was seeing Marion, the cheater, as he brought off his daughter.

Molly put her hand to her mouth to keep from crying out. It felt so good… Then her body exploded in waves of pleasure which rippled through her, one after another.

Tim felt the woman orgasm as her pussy clamped down on his finger.

Molly cried out once, the orgasm overwhelming her. It was the best thing she had ever felt.

Tim was laughing at Marion in his mind. ‘See. I can get even. Take that you cheater.’ Tim pulled his hand from Molly’s pants.

It was at this point that both regained their senses. Molly blushed, jumped up from the couch, and rushed off to her room.

Tim, his eyes cleared of the visions that had been tormenting him, realized with a sickening feeling that he had just molested his daughter. ‘Oh my God,’ he jumped up from the couch. ‘What have I done?’ He started after Molly, but the guilt overwhelmed him as he sank to his knees and buried his face in his hands. ‘It’s all her fault,’ he moaned, blaming Marion.

The next morning, Tim got up bleary eyed. He hadn’t been able to sleep, tossing and turning, the guilt eating at him. He dressed and went out to the kitchen. A few minutes later, Molly appeared, a bright smile on her face. “Morning, Daddy. What’s for breakfast?” she asked in a chipper voice.

Tim gawked at her. How could she be so chipper? He reached into the fridge and found eggs and bacon. “How about a bacon and cheese omelet?” he asked her.

“Great,” she said. “I’ll make toast.”

“Okay,” Tim agreed, putting a pan on the stove. He cracked the eggs and scrambled them. His mind was running on overdrive trying to figure out what was happening. As the bacon cooked, he finally worked up the courage to say to Molly, “About last night…”

Molly immediately burst out, “I’m sorry Daddy. I should never have told you. I’m sorry I made you cry.”

Tim was stunned. What if it had all been in his mind? “Um, no, that was okay Molly. Um, I’m glad you told me. Maybe things will be better.”

“Really? I hope so Daddy. Mom hasn’t been good to you. It’s not fair,” Molly said.

“Um, yeah,” Tim stumbled on. Had he been so screwed up he had imagined the whole thing? Numbly, he finished making breakfast as Molly chattered about school. He answered questions and made comments, just as he was supposed to, but his mind remained in a turmoil. In fact, his whole workday went by in a daze.

Marion was home when he returned and was fixing dinner as if nothing had happened. Molly was doing homework, kissed him just as she always did and returned to working on her algebra. Tim felt like he was in the Twilight Zone.

The next two days it was as if nothing had happened. Marion said nothing and Molly said nothing. Two days of worry and nothing happened. When he got home after the second day, there was a note from Marion telling him she was going out with friends and expected to be home late. Dinner was in the oven. As he read the note, he looked up to see Molly watching, concern evident on her face. Tim wondered exactly what was concerning his lovely daughter. Was she scared of her own father? Tim promised himself that she would never have reason to be afraid of him.

Nothing was said as they ate dinner. After dinner, Tim went to the TV room and started watching CSI. A few minutes later, Molly came in. She was wearing very loose fitting sweat bottoms with both legs cut off so that they covered very little and a white sports bra that highlighted her developing breasts.

Molly lay on the couch as usual with her feet in Tim’s lap. He put his hand on her feet and Molly sighed. Tim looked at her. The sweats had bunched up and Tim could see that she was wearing nothing under them. He could see the downy hair above her pussy and the crease of her pussy lips. He forced himself to look back at the TV but he wasn’t seeing the show any longer. He was remembering the other night. Had it been just fantasy? He chastised himself for even thinking about it.

He was startled from his reverie by Molly. “Daddy, would you like to lie behind me and hold me?” Tim didn’t know what to do. “Please?” Molly begged.

“But Molly…” he couldn't bring himself to finish.

“Please,” she begged.

Again, Tim was unable to deny his little girl. “Um, okay,” he said.

A radiant smile brightened her face. She scooted forward as he lay down behind her, then she moved back until she molded up against him. Her ass pressed back against him and his body responded instantly, his cock springing up. Molly was rubbing her ass against his cock.

Tim couldn’t help himself, his arm went round her and found her loose sweats. His hand insinuated itself under them. He glanced at Molly’s face but it betrayed nothing. She was watching the TV as if nothing was happening. There was no resistance as Tim’s hand wandered lower and cupped her pussy.

He could feel that she was already wet and hot. Her legs spread as he pressed his fingers into her slot. He saw her bite her lip as his finger began dancing over her pussy, sinking in and stroking her sex. Tim felt her pussy awash in her own arousal, her pussy throbbing in time with his fingers.

Molly’s eyes stared sightlessly at the TV but she said nothing. Tim used all of his skill to bring off the young girl. He saw her eyes close, then a muffled moan as her hips jerked, then stilled. She went limp in his arms. Tim slowly withdrew his hand from her sweats, now soaked with the evidence of her orgasm.

They lay quietly on the couch. Finally, Molly roused herself and said quietly, “I’m tired, Daddy. I think I’ll go to bed.”

“Okay, Sweetie,” he said.

This time it hadn’t been a dream. He watched as Molly disappeared into the bathroom and he heard the shower come on. She hadn’t said a word since inviting him to lay behind her. What the hell was happening? Tim turned off the TV and went to bed, his cock nearly bursting. It took all of three strokes before he blasted his cum and fell asleep.

The next morning Molly was chipper and talked nearly non-stop as he fixed them both breakfast. She talked about everything except the night before. Tim let it go. Marion had wandered in some time during the night. He was disgusted with her. She didn’t even bother to get up and fix them breakfast.

Marion didn’t go out the next night or the next, but she might as well have. It was almost as though she wasn’t home even though she was. Tim fixed dinner which he and Molly ate at the table while Marion took hers off to the study and closed the door behind her. Tim could see the anger in Molly’s eyes as she watched her mother disappear from her life. How else could the girl interpret Marion’s actions? Molly had moved beyond hurt to wrath.

Friday night, Tim got home from work to find Molly holding a note. “It’s her,” she said.

“Do I need to read it?” he asked.

“No,” she said, releasing the note which fluttered down and into the trash.

“I don’t feel like fixing dinner. How about pizza and a movie?” he asked.

“Can I choose the movie?” she asked excited, her face changing from anger to happiness in a moment.

‘To be young again,’ Tim thought. “Sure,” he said.

“You call,” she said as she hurried into the den and began rifling the movie collection.

Tim smiled as he called for delivery and cleaned up the kitchen, something Marion never seemed to bother with any more. When the delivery boy came, Molly met him. Tim was right behind and he watched the boy’s eyes as they devoured his daughter.

It made Tim look at his daughter in a different way, seeing that she had changed from little girl to young woman. You would think he would have noticed after the last few days, but like most parents, he kept seeing Molly as a little girl. The boy’s lust made him realize intellectually and emotionally Molly was no longer a girl, she was a woman. He paid the boy who reluctantly looked away from Molly to make change. She disappeared inside and Tim could see the disappointment in the boy’s eyes. Indeed, Molly had changed.

Molly started the movie as Tim entered. They ate pizza as they watched the movie. Tim was drinking a glass of Chianti as they ate. Looking over at Molly, he again noticed that she was now a young adult, no longer a child. It was a moment of sadness, of loss. He had lost his little girl. But life was like that. Someday, she’d be getting married and having kids of her own. “Molly, would you like some wine?”

“Really?” she asked.

He nodded. “You might as well start learning about it. I have a feeling your friends will soon be drinking,” he said.

“Well,” Molly said.

“Oh, some of them already are?” he asked. She nodded. “Looking back, I think my friends were too. Get a glass.”

Molly jumped up from the couch and came back with a wine glass and a smile.

Tim poured her some wine. “Okay, wine is an acquired taste. It will be a little bit bitter because of the acids. It will also taste a little bit sweet and fruity. Learn to distinguish all of the different flavors. Also, see how it changes with food. Enough lecture,” he said smiling. He lifted his glass, “Enjoy.” They clinked glasses. Molly slowly lifted the glass and sipped. Her nose crinkled. Tim smiled inside as she set the glass down. Wine is an acquired taste.

They finished the pizza and watched the movie. Molly finished her wine. She also cuddled up to Tim. He put his arm around her as she cuddled into his side. It was affection not attraction. Tim hoped the incident of the other night was behind them. After the movie, Molly disappeared into her room. Tim cleaned up and settled in front of the TV watching the news. Molly returned in a flimsy nightgown. Tim couldn’t help but stare and wonder where she had gotten it. He couldn’t remember ever seeing it before.

Molly lay down on the couch, leaving space behind her. She looked up at Tim, her face an entreaty, then she looked straight ahead at the TV. Tim couldn’t believe it. There was no doubt what she wanted.

Once again, his body betrayed him as the sex hormones rushed into his bloodstream. His cock grew and his desire mounted. He lay behind the young woman. She snuggled back, immediately pressing her barely concealed ass against his growing cock. One arm went under her as the other came to rest on her belly.

She said nothing, but simply stared ahead. His hand cupped her breast for the first time. Her nipple was hard and pointed. His other hand worked under her panties, her legs spreading in welcome. She was wet and hot, as though she had been anticipating this moment all evening. His fingers gently massaged her labia, trapping her sensitive clitoris between them. Molly gasped, but made no other movement, her eyes straight ahead.

Tim gently moved her labia over the button in a gentle sexual rhythm. Her hips began to mirror the rhythm, brushing her ass against his raging cock. His hands teased one breast, then the other, tweaking her nipples in time with the rhythm of her hips. Her hips pushed back harder against his loins, driving Tim a little bit crazy.

Her eyes were closed now, her breath coming in shuddering gasps as he picked up the pace. Her pussy was flooded with her arousal as he sank his finger into her, causing her to gasp. He rubbed harder and felt her vagina shudder around his invading finger as her orgasm coursed into her. She made small 'uff' noises as she came.

Tim slowed and stopped. He took his hand from his daughter's crotch, his hand wet with her cum. He lay quietly as Molly recovered. He was filled with love for her. He knew he was pleasing his daughter. It was a strange thing he was doing, but it was what she wanted. Her eyes opened. He released her breast, waiting. She jumped up from the couch and headed for the hall.

"Molly?" he called out.

She looked back surprised.

His cock was as hard as it had ever been. He glanced down at it, then up at her.

She looked appalled. "Daddy," she scolded. "Don't be disgusting," as she turned and stomped off to the bathroom. He heard the shower come on, his cock wilting in his pants. Disgusting?

The next morning Tim made breakfast. Nothing was mentioned of the night before. Molly was her usual self, wolfing down the pancakes, her favorite, before heading off to school. Tim was well and truly baffled.

Marion was home the next few nights, even making dinner twice before retiring to the study and working on the computer. Tim and Molly watched TV. The second evening he helped her with her homework, algebra, which she found vastly confusing, as Tim had the first time he took it. It was amazing that something happened after that first experience. He not only mastered algebra but wound up a civil engineer using it all of the time in his profession. "Life is funny," he said, as he told Molly when he explained about his own failure at algebra.

Once again, it was as if nothing untoward had occurred. Tim was at a loss.

The next afternoon Tim came home to find Molly with a disgusted look on her face. Tim looked at her. "It’s Mr. Swenson again," Molly said. Tim felt like he was an old tire that someone let all of the air out of and drove down a gravel road. Without a word he went off to change into casual clothes.

When he came back, Molly had a movie ready and the phone in her hand along with the Yellow Pages open to pizza. Nothing else could have lifted his spirits. Tim couldn't help but laugh. "Get a bottle of red wine, Sweetie. I think we're going to need it."

Molly jumped up handing the phone to Tim. "I love you, Daddy."

They started the movie while waiting, pausing to eat the pizza when it arrived, wolfing it down along with wine. After they were full, Molly lay down on the couch and looked up at Tim. Tim had decided not to touch Molly after her last outburst. This silent treatment was killing him. Her eyes appealed to him. He resisted. “Please,” Molly begged.

“Molly, I don’t understand. One minute you call me disgusting, the next you’re begging.”

Tim saw a pained look cross her face. “I’m sorry Daddy. I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” Tim asked worried that she was going to say scared of him, her own father.

Her face bloomed red. “That if we did what you wanted, you know, then we wouldn’t stop. And that scared me.”

“You could have said that,” Tim chided her.

“I know, I know. You always say that. But when you’re scared it isn’t as easy to say things, especially these kind of things,” she said ending quietly.

Tim nodded, “I guess you’re right. We are kind of being different. Molly, do you want me to… continue?” Again Molly blushed but she also nodded vigorously. It was then that Tim noticed that she wasn’t in her usual garb, she was fully dressed. “Sweetie, how come you’re dressed then? Did you change your mind?”

Molly sat up. “I’ve been thinking about the other night, you know, after I yelled. I really feel bad I yelled at you, Daddy.”

Tim smiled, “No worries. I’ve been yelled at worse.” They shared a laugh.

“I thought about what you said, about how mom doesn’t… do you anymore.” She looked up and Tim nodded, encouraging her to continue. Molly was twisting her hands together as she continued, “So, I’ve been thinking that since mom isn’t really a wife to you anymore, maybe you’d like it if I kind of did those things, like...” She blushed violently at the last words. “That’s why I was dressed, kind of like a real date, and maybe you could…”

“Make love to you, like a real date?” Tim asked.

Tim didn’t think his daughter could have blushed more, but she did as she nodded. “She doesn’t deserve you, Daddy, out sucking that scumbag’s thing. I could be a better wife than she is,” Molly said with a huff.

Tim smiled since Molly had used his curse for a truly worthless being. He didn’t much like using the term scumbag and when he did, he meant it. It pained him a little that his wife’s behavior qualified for the epitaph, but he couldn’t argue its appropriateness. “Molly, I would be pleased to have you as my date for tonight,” he said.

Her face lit up. “Thank you. I would be pleased to be your date.”

He extended his hand, which she took, and pulled her to him, planting his lips on hers in their first real kiss. He had given her orgasms, touched her pussy, but this was the first time they were really acknowledging that they both wanted this. The kiss grew in passion and Tim felt his cock straining in his pants. This time it wasn’t just going to be just for Molly, they were going to make love. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Molly’s face reflected many emotions: nervous, anxious, sensual desire, and pleased to be carried like a bride to her wedding bed.

Tim laid his daughter on his bed. It did feel like a honeymoon, a beautiful young woman, a virgin waiting to be initiated into the pleasures of sex.

"You're very beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her. The sensations and the situation had seduced Molly. She kept seeing herself in the place of her, that bitch who had abandoned them. She had spent the last two days making love to her father in her mind. When it now happened in reality, it seemed natural.

Tim kissed her and Molly returned it passionately. For the first time she was able to express her passion openly. It allowed her to feel even more deeply the pleasure of sex. Caught in the passion, feeling it flow from each other, they quickly threw off their clothes and came back together locking their lips together.

Feeling the warm air on her unclothed body, the touch of his hot bare skin against hers and the erotic visions of the past days, Molly felt herself surrendering to desire. She wanted this. She had dreamed of this. Her mind begged, ‘Please make love to me.’ She returned the kiss passionately.

Tim felt that passion in the kiss. It ignited his own fire and his cock sprang to fullness. He pulled Molly to his chest and felt her breasts bore into his chest. Tim gently forced her back. He moved his head down until he could take her nipple in his mouth. He made love to her breasts. Molly moaned her pleasure from the delightful feeling of her father's tongue and lips on her breasts. Tim ran his hand between her legs. He felt her already flooded with arousal.

Just as the previous nights she had been awaiting this all day. But instead of expectation unfilled, she was going to be filled with his manhood.

When Tim felt her heated loins, he knew she was ready. Her hips moved against his hand in her need to be filled with his cock. They both burned with animal lust, the desire to be completed by being joined together. He moved his body over hers. Tim pushed his hips forward and felt the heat and wetness of her as his cock slipped between her lips and his cock entered her for the first time. She was tight, but quickly accommodated him as he slid further into her. His cock continued piercing her until he felt the base of his cock rubbing against her clitoris.

Molly moaned from the pleasure of being filled. She waited for Tim to begin pounding her. Tim moved slowly and deeply in her. It was sensual in a way she had never imagined before.

He began moving in and out, never pounding her. It made her desire climb. She wanted more. Now she knew what it was to make love.

Yes. This is what she needed: a man; an experienced lover to show her, to love her as a man should. Boys would already have spent themselves and she knew Tim was just starting. She quit worrying and let the feelings take her. The only sound was the soft creaking of the bed, the ragged gasps of their breath, and the sibilant sighing of skin sliding against skin.

Tim kissed her as he moved in her. She felt her nipples brush against his chest, his cock filling her, his loins rubbing her clitoris, his belly pressing against hers.

Her desire mounted. A fine sheen broke on her skin as her breath came in ragged gasps. A flush spread across her chest.

Tim could feel her orgasm nearing and let his own build.

Her orgasm took her and she felt herself shuddering as she arched up to meet his thrusts. Her cavern flooded as contraction after contraction spasmed in her pussy. Molly moaned again as she passed her peak and began the decline into post-orgasmic bliss.

When her fingers dug into his back, he fucked into her, his own climax taking him. Tim felt Molly go stiff under him as she arched up to meet his thrusts. Each stroke of his cock into her pussy seemed almost to be in slow motion as he felt every sensation completely, intensely. He felt the tension in his balls. One more thrust and it burst. He groaned as his cum rushed up and spent itself in Molly. He thrust deeply as each spasm planted his seed in her. A last small tremor and he stopped, buried deeply in her.

Tim felt his strength draining and rolled to his side, pulling Molly with him before it faded completely so he wouldn't crush her. She was still lost in her post-orgasmic state and curled her head into his chest, her fingers stroking his skin. They lay quietly together caressing each other's bodies.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, blissfully happy, fulfilled, and in love.

Tim awoke in a nightmare of noise, a high pitched screaming wail that sounded inhuman. He jolted out of sleep staring wildly about. Marion stood in the door of the bedroom screeching inhuman sounds. Molly had jolted awake, the sheet falling from her. She was naked to the waist.

Marion, seeing her daughter naked in bed with her husband, her worst fears realized, gulped air, unable to scream. “Oh my God,” she said. “You… You…” pointing at Tim. “You’re going to jail, you filthy pervert,” she screeched harshly.

“Marion…” was all Tim could say. His world had ended.

Molly looked back and forth between her parents and realized the time had come to choose. Her mother had forced her to choose and she did. “No, he’s not.”

Marion shook her head as though to clear it from some noise that she didn’t want to hear or simply couldn't believe, “What?”

“No, he’s not,” Molly said firmly.

“But baby,” Marion said.

Molly cut her off, “Go back to that scumbag and suck his cock.” She ended screaming the last word. Marion fell back against the wall. “Yes,” Molly continued. “I heard it. It made me sick. You won’t even have sex with Daddy, your own husband, but you’ll suck that scumbag’s cock. I heard you say it.” Molly’s words cut Marion like a knife. She looked to Tim to see in his eyes that he knew as well.

“You can’t get away with it. I saw you having sex with your own daughter,” she said gasping.

Molly crossed her arms over her chest. “You saw no such thing. I’ll testify that I was so distraught at my Mother’s behavior I couldn’t sleep. I slipped into bed with my Daddy and he didn’t know it until you came screaming into the room.”

“But I know…” Marion said grasping as she felt her reality slipping away.

“The only thing you know, Marion, is how to suck another man’s cock,” Tim said feeling a reprieve from Molly’s quick defense of him. “I haven’t had sex in six months, as you well know.”

The world seemed to be spinning. Marion felt light headed… Blackness…

Molly and Tim bounced out of bed as Marion slumped to the floor. Tim felt her pulse, which was regular and strong. “She’s fainted. Quick, get cleaned up and dressed.” Molly ran off to her bathroom as Tim quickly washed and dressed. He brought a cold cloth to Marion and wiped her face. She roused slowly.

“Where’s Burt?”

“At his home, probably fucking his other girlfriend or maybe his wife,” Tim said coldly.

Marion focused on Tim, “Oh my God. What happened?”

“Your daughter overheard you telling your boyfriend that you wanted to suck his cock,” Tim said.

“You were in bed with your daughter, you pervert.”

“Didn’t you hear what she said? She came to bed because she couldn’t sleep after hearing your confession. Nothing happened, at least here. I’d like to know what happens every night when you are out with Burt.”

Marion shook her head, “Nothing.”

Tim snorted, “It’s over, Marion.”

“What’s over?” she asked in a panic.

“The charade, our marriage, your relationship with your daughter. It’s all over. You’ve poisoned them all,” Tim said quietly.

“No… no, no, no,” Marion said.

Molly came back in at that moment. Coldly, Molly said, “Yes, Marion, all over. It’s going to be Daddy and me from now on.”

Tim was startled by the feral look that surged into Marion’s face. He moved back, as she stood. “You little slut.” She surged towards Molly, her hands like claws reaching for her. Molly screamed and ran out of the room.

Tim jumped after them, catching Marion as she went through the door, the two of them bouncing into the hallway falling to the floor. Marion was clawing at Tim, tearing long scratches down his face.

Molly saw the blood and screamed. She ran into the front room and dialed 911. Tim felt the searing pain and pushed the mad woman off him. She came on like a berserk witch, cackling and gasping, her nails like talons seeking blood.

In self-preservation, Tim lashed out, his fist connecting and knocking Marion to the floor. Molly screamed and the 911 operator, unable to understand the hysterical girl and hearing the scream followed by the phone hitting the floor, called in the closest unit and warned them to hurry. They were only blocks away and in seconds were running up the walk. They found the door unlocked and rushed in to find a young girl screaming, a woman shrieking as she clawed at a man on the floor. Marion in her rage had come after Tim again and again, until finally he had toppled over a chair. Marion had fallen on him shrieking for blood. The first officer pulled her off the man, and flung her away. But in her madness she came at him. His partner pulled her Taser and hit the berserk woman with it. Marion crumpled to the floor.

“What the hell is going on?” the cop asked the room.

“Daddy, daddy,” Molly cried as she rushed to Tim, his face covered in blood.

Marion was in handcuffs in the back of the cruiser as Tim was cleaned up by the paramedics. His wounds were superficial. He looked worse than it was, the blood mostly smeared around by Marion’s wild attack.

Molly told the police her tale: her mother had been sleeping with a neighbor. She had overheard her mother telling the man, she gulped before she could continue, about sucking his cock. She had told her father. He had told Marion to leave. At that, Marion had gone crazy first accusing Molly of trying to steal her place, then even of sleeping with her own father. Molly was sufficiently stunned to convince the cops of the ludicrous nature of such an accusation. Then, when Tim had stood firm, Marion had gone completely insane and attacked her. Tim had rushed between Molly and Marion and absorbed her wrath. Molly had called 911. The rest they knew. It was a hell of a story and of a performance.

Tim had been listening while being cleaned up. He confirmed everything when the police questioned him in a separate room so they had their independent confirmation.

The paramedics wanted to take Tim to the hospital, just to be sure. He waved them off. He and Molly watched as Marion, still muttering and shouting obscene curses, was carted off.

Molly followed Tim into the house. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” Molly said.

“Why, sweetie?”

“Because mom found me in your bed,” she said.

“Ah, no, don’t think that was your fault. It would have happened sooner or later. I never did stand up to her. I knew she had this in her. If it is anyone’s fault, it is your Mother’s,” he said.

Tim saw his reflection in the hall mirror. “Jesus. I look like the mummy.” His face was covered with various bandages and tape. He laughed breaking the mood and Molly joined him. “How about pizza for dinner,” he said. “You’ll have to answer the door or the delivery guy will run away.”

Molly helped her father into the den. She went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Awfully early in the day for that. Consolation?” Tim asked.

“Celebration,” Molly answered.

“Yes, I suppose it is, isn’t it?” Tim pondered.

The two were quiet as they sat looking at each other and drinking wine. Tim was wondering how he had let his life get so off course and Molly was happily considering that she had her Daddy all to herself. There would be no more sharing with the cheating bitch. The rest of the day sped by as each considered what this new arrangement meant.

Molly, feeling domestic didn't want to call in dinner, instead she fixed dinner, the only thing she knew how to fix, Mac and Cheese from a box. To Tim, it tasted delightful. It was his first really free meal in years.

At bedtime, Molly helped Tim get ready and tucked him into bed. Tim was inwardly laughing at the role reversal and marveled at how mature his daughter had become in a few short weeks.

Molly disappeared but almost immediately returned in her nightgown. She crawled in next to Tim. “I want to sleep here, Daddy.”

“Tonight?” he asked.

Molly smiled. “Yes, and then every night. Especially once you feel better and want to have sex again. You still have to show me how to suck your… cock, like I promised.” Molly saw the sheet over her father’s loins rise as he thought of a blowjob from this lovely young woman. She giggled, “Oh, you must be feeling better already,” as she swept the sheets away.

His cock stood proud and fully erect as Molly bent over him, taking it in her hand before kissing the tip. Her tongue circled the head before she took in into her mouth, laving it with love. Tim couldn’t stop it. The passions and emotions had been so raw and powerful over the past hours that the love and affection pouring from Molly overwhelmed him. He felt his cum rising.

“Oh God, Molly. I’m going to cum,” as the first blast shot up his shaft and burst into her sucking mouth. Molly looked surprised as gouts of cum filled her mouth. She swallowed again and again as cum mixed with her spit escaped from her mouth and dribbled down his cock.

A last shudder and Tim was done. Molly swallowed the last bit in her mouth, “Wow.”

Tim fell back drained of all energy from the day and this experience. Molly snuggled up. “I love you, Molly,” he said.

“I love you, Daddy.”

Molly felt his breathing change and she knew that he was asleep. She smiled. She had her daddy. All was well. She turned out the lights and snuggled into bed.

Marion was jailed for attacking an officer of the law as well as assault and battery on Tim and Molly. She had to sit in jail overnight until her arraignment since Tim wouldn’t post bail and Swenson had no interest in getting involved with the law. It was a very long day for Marion. She found the locks changed when she tried to return home.

Her lawyer got Tim to drop the charges in exchange for Marion’s agreement to an uncontested divorce. Her lawyer pointed out to Marion, who at first wanted to fight and raise the molestation issue, that his little checking of facts had shown that half the town had seen her and Burt Swenson together. The police had completely discounted her molestation accusation and were convinced she had made it up. She had no hope. The final divorce papers had a restraining order to keep her away from Molly, an order gotten from the judge after Molly's tear filled recital of how she feared her mother.

When the divorce was final, Molly and Tim ordered pizza and watched a movie, drinking a nice Chianti. It was a celebration of their anniversary, that fateful first time together. Tim carried Molly into their bedroom, laying her on the bed before stripping away her clothes. He looked at his beautiful young daughter, so perfect. “Don’t say a word,” Tim said.

Molly smiled, knowing he liked his silent daughter. It was one of their favorite games. She rolled over on her side inviting him to lay behind her, just like that night when it all started. Once more Molly was silent, except for the moan of pleasure that she couldn’t keep inside as her father’s cock slid into her from behind.

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