Domming Daughter Dani – Part 43 of 51 – THE NEW NORMAL

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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I kept to myself the next day and avoided the girls. A little time to de-escalate the tension. Allison went out with her boyfriend and Dani stayed in her room and stewed.

Saturday brought an epic late winter snowstorm and I spent most of the day shoveling the driveway. Way too much time to think when a man is shoveling snow. I always think about Suzie Wagner when I clear snow from the driveway. But I also thought about Caryn a lot and that made me maudlin and empty.

I was in a Zen frame-of-mind late in the afternoon as I stepped out of the shower and saw Dani standing in my bathroom. Her expression was blank. Her top was a little more clingy than I had noticed (or not noticed) before. She was wearing a mid length cotton skirt and Keds. 

God, she was beautiful. And she finally had tits. Kind of. Maybe a mid B-cup, but there were definitely tits in that blouse. How did I miss Dani getting tits?

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked as I pulled a towel off the rack and started drying my arms. 

“Nowhere.”

“Bullshit.”

“Nowhere. I just was thinking what you said about showing you respect, so I thought I’d dress like I respect you.”

“You look like your mom.” I said it before my brain could stop me.

Dani shrugged. “Mom respected you.”

I looked her over again. When did she get so fucking grown up looking? How did I miss that?

“How tall are you now?” I asked. It was a stupid question. 

“Five Seven. And a half.” 

“You’re tall.”

“No, Dad. You’re tall. I’m average. Allison is short.” 

I looked down at her Keds. “Who bought you those?”

“You did. Well, you gave us your credit card and I bought them.”

“Did I? I don’t remember that.”

Dani shrugged. “You did. August before school started.”

“Oh. How big are those skis of yours, anyway? Eights? Nines?”

“Seven and halfs.”

“They look bigger.”

“They’re not.”

“Uh... Danielle Beth, did you come in here to help me dry my balls, or what? Spit it out. What’s your play, girl?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Well come talk to me when I’m dressed.”

“You want me to come back in a few minutes?”

(It really says something about Dani’s grooming that I was dripping naked, my cock swinging and my balls bouncing against my thighs, and my daughter and I were having a typical father-daughter conversation.)

I shrugged. “Fine. Just spill it.”

“Daddy, I’m old enough to have a steady boyfriend.”

“Looks like somebody wants to ride the roof.” I mumbled.

“Fine. I’ll ride the roof. And then when I get off, I’ll still be old enough to have a steady boyfriend.”

“Are you old enough to keep a man? Are you old enough to suck the come out of a boy’s cock every time you go on a date?”

Dani rolled her eyes and her mouth gaped in incredulity. Her arms made a little chicken flap and her palms turned to the ceiling.

“Fine. If that’s what you want. I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

Dani looked at me with bafflement. “You know. Please him.”

“Please him how?”

Dani’s eyes narrowed. She flushed angry. “I’ll suck my boyfriend’s weiner, Dad. Oh-kaaay? Is that what you want to hear?”

“I want to hear the truth.”

“Fine. The truth. I’ll suck my boyfriend.”

I nodded. “With whose mouth?”  I finished patting dry and popped the top off my deodorant. 

“Whaaah?” Dani squinted. “What are you...?  I don’t...? Dad?”

“It’s a simple question, Bitch,” I said. “Whose mouth are you going to use to suck your boyfriend’s cock?”

“Mine-- Oh.” Dani blinked. “Yours? Your mouth, Daddy? This mouth that belongs to you?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded. “See. Why should I share my mouth some punk-ass zit-faced boy?”

Dani looked at me for a long time. 

“Dad, can we cut the shit?”

“Please.”

“If you want me to suck your cock, I’ll suck your cock. If this is... whatever it is, stop being a jerk. Just say it. Do you want me to suck you?”

“Do you want to suck your own father’s cock, Danielle.”

“Oh fuck this!” Dani spat. “Fuck this! Ally has been sucking your cock forever. You fuck her too. You even fuck her up the butt. Daddy, you don’t even notice that I’m alive. I’m lucky to get a peck on the cheek goodnight any more. And you’re going to break my eggs because I’m not sucking your dick? Really?”

“It’s impolite to answer a question with a question, Bitch.” I tried to remain calm and not backhand my daughter across the room. 

“Doh, JESUS DAD!” Dani shouted. Her eyes darted in confusion. Then she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head.

“What are you doing?” I asked calmly.

“Sucking your dick like you want, Dad.” Dani grumbled impatiently.

“So is that a yes? You want to be my cocksucker? You want to try and earn the privilege of a boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” Dani said, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.  Her arms came forward and a little black lace cups fell into the floor to reveal about as impressive a set of B’s as a girl can have. Her nipples were as pink as they’d always been, but there was a lot more poking out of nipplage than the last time I’d inspected her. Mouthwatering. Not a big rack, but a certainly a quality rack. Her skin was just pure porcelain perfection dotted by two nipples so pink they were like staring into the Sun.

Dani pulled the zipper at her side and shimmied her hips from side to side to make her skirt drop. The matching black panties were nothing special. Dani owned sexier panties. That’s when I knew Dani had not planned to make the play she was attempting when she headed for the sound of me turning off my shower head. This was sheer impulse.

Dani’s thumbs hooked at the sides of her panties and pushed them down as she marched her legs in time and shucked them.  She stood erect and then stepped into a cheerleading stance with her legs apart and her fists pushed into her hips.

Her dark bush was a full, carefully-shaped triangle, but thatched short enough that I could see her mons skin between the pubes.

“How you want it, Daddy?” Dani said angrily. “On my knees right here, or on the bed?”

That was enough of that. I slapped her across the cheek hard enough to drop her.

Dani pulled herself back up off her ass and onto her knees as the tears tumbled and the sniffing started. She knelt in front of me and stared at my thickening cock in pouting silence. 

And I wanted it. I’d had my see-saw moments of certainty-uncertainty about sexing my beloved daughter Dani. But at that moment I knew it was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon.

“I’ll see you kneeling at the foot of my bed at eight o’clock tonight,” I said. “Don’t be late.” 

I turned into the walk-in closet and began dressing.