Maybe it was fate, Karma, or whatever, but wouldn’t you know it? When the movie came on that was well underway, the first thing I saw was an older man, older than I was…but still older. Especially when you saw the very young looking woman who was currently riding his cock, her large breasts bouncing wildly as she looked into the camera. Her eyes had this sultry, wanton, decadent look to them.
She was obviously enjoying the guy’s dick inside her as she rode it. For a millisecond, I thought about finding something else to watch, it was too close to home. But then as I’d already paid for it, it didn’t make much sense to go looking for something else. Besides, I didn’t plan on being here all that long. At least the young woman had blonde hair and didn’t look at all like my daughter. The problem was, watching them reminded me of that, and I found myself thinking about that, seeing Stacy, even though I was staring at the TV.
I poured a liberal dose of baby-oil into the palm of my hand and then wrapped that around my hard stiff cock. It felt good…once again reminding me of Stacy’s sweet slick pussy. Though I was staring at the young blonde’s cunt as the older gentleman filled it with his thick fat cock, I was again seeing Stacy’s and not hers.
I tried shaking the thought from my head, but the feel of my own hand sliding up and down my shaft, was too similar of a reminder to the way my daughter’s pussy had felt as I’d slid in and out of her, fucking there on the couch. Which I now looked at instead of the TV, once again lost in the memories of the previous night.
It was at that moment I caught a shadow of movement out of my peripheral vision. I thought in that instant that perhaps Thomas had gotten up out of bed and come down stairs for some reason. Already my hands moved towards the folds on my robe in order to close it, which is when I then heard the all too familiar giggle.
“Oh for heaven’s sake daddy, don’t bother. Who’d you think it was? Mom?”
“Jesus Stacy!” I said once again, as this trick of hers, showing up out of nowhere was starting to get a bit spooky. “I wish you’d quit doing that!” I added though I let go of my robe and the effort to close it. After all, what was the point?
She laughed, now coming over to stand in front of the TV, effectively blocking my view though it wasn’t the TV I was worried about. At least she was dressed this time.
“Saw the flickering light from the TV through the window. Figured you were down here, and then figured what you were most likely doing this time of night too,” she added, still giggling.
“Aren’t you still supposed to be at work?” I asked. I glanced over at the clock next to the TV, it read just a little past midnight.
“Got off early tonight. Thought I’d come home, see if I couldn’t get off early here too,” she grinned. Her hands were already busy unbuttoning her blouse.
Suddenly it was deja vu all over again. “Stacy…”
“Shhh…unless you want to wake mom,” she told me as her blouse came away in her hands.
“That’s the point,” I said, unable to take my eyes off her as she now reached around behind herself as she began to undo her bra. A new one I noticed, black with delicate wisps of white lace around the cups. It looked sexy as hell on her, and she noticed me looking at it. She held off removing the bra, and now smiled.
“Like it? It’s one of the new one’s I got at Victoria Secret last weekend.”
“It’s very pretty,” I said, coming to my senses. “But…”
Her hands went back behind herself. “No buts,” she told me. “The way I see it, you only have two options here. One…you can fuck me again. Though I do want you to lick my pussy like you did the other night first. Two? Well, if you don’t…or won’t, then I’ll march right up to mom’s bedroom, wake her up and tell her I know who it is she’s been sleeping with. So daddy…which one’s it going to be?”
I didn’t see that I really had much of a choice. And it was evident that the other shoe had now fallen. For the moment at least, I once again allowed myself to cave in to Stacy’s desires…and now my own. But it was a sudden reminder that this couldn’t continue to go on forever like this either. I was going to have to act, one way or the other…and soon.
“Well? So which one’s it going to be?” She asked once again as her bra now slipped down her arms. She tossed it casually off to one side. I made one last feeble attempt before I succumbed to what I already knew I was going to.
“What if your mother wakes up, comes down stairs and finds us?” I asked.
“I don’t care. In fact daddy…I actually hope she does. I’d love to see the look on her face!”
That was a look and a face that I myself wouldn’t care to see.
“But I do care!” I now told her. “As much as that doesn’t make much sense right now Stacy, I really do care.”
“Well, until you decide to do whatever it is that you’re going to…that doesn’t change here and now much does it? So…what’s it going to be daddy? Fuck me? Or I go up and wake mom, tell her everything I do know about what’s going on.”
My hand went back to my cock, and I stroked it. Watching me do that, she again grinned.
“That’s hot!” she then stated. “Keep doing that while I finish taking my clothes off!”