Chapter 2

What Bob didn’t think about was that Cathy’s libidinal development was undergoing stark changes, too. He should have. After all, she was doing new things and exploring. He was, though, so wrapped up in his own “problems” that he had tunnel vision, of sorts.

Cathy had been thinking about “things” ever since Jennifer had confessed in a drunken rush about having sex with her father. Jennifer had been smashed but it was obvious to Cathy that Jenn’s emotions about all that had been both genuine and extremely positive. Jenn hadn’t said it directly, but the way she had answered Cathy’s questions made it sound like it was all Jennifer’s idea in the first place, and that it was Mister Humboldt who got seduced, instead of the other way around.

Naturally, Cathy had thought about her own father in a slightly different way after that. She had always thought he was handsome and she had always loved him with an intensity that completely suffused her. When she got hugs and kisses she felt thrills throughout her body. Sometimes she felt particular stabs of pleasure just above where her pubic hair sprinkled her mons. It had been like that ever since she started having periods but she hadn’t really thought about it. After she found out Jenn was letting Mister Humboldt slide his penis in her over and over again (and Cathy gave Harold a try) she couldn’t help but wonder what that would be like if she and her own daddy did those things.

She had noticed the lumps in her father’s pants, occasionally. She also saw him look at her like other men looked at her, particularly when she was shaking her booty with the other cheerleaders at a game. They all knew they were teasing the men in the audience and most of them loved doing it. It made them feel powerful.

But look was all he had done. Granted, his hugs and kisses were warm and loving, but they never got sexual. Cathy thought about it for half a year before she decided she’d never know how she felt unless something deeper happened, and since he wasn’t doing any seducing, she was going to have to take a page out of Jennifer’s book and move things along.

Thus far her expectations had been exceeded in every way. She had been telling the truth when she said she thought the erections she knew about in boys and men were “icky.” She understood the value, as explained by their cheer coach, of getting the crowd excited. That excitement could be transmitted to the team and fire them up. An excited crowd was more likely to have a winning team. And men were easy to get excited if you teased them a little bit on a sexual level.

When she sat on her daddy’s boners, though, she didn’t feel that ick factor at all. Instead, it was like a different kind of hug, one that told her she was beautiful and sexy and grown up.

So she had teased him a little bit at home. And things had happened.

And she had loved them.

At school, when she saw a boy’s bulging pants she thought about what she’d had in her hands at home. When Mister Anderson’s eyes slid up and down her body she remembered the look in her daddy’s eyes when he was watching her use Harold.

She had lied to Bob about a couple of things. When she had said she might put his penis in her mouth – just maybe – she had known she would suck it the next time she got a chance to. That whole concept was a misty, foggy kind of thing in her mind, but she knew that she loved him so much it would be impossible for her to dislike being that intimate with him.

She had also lied when she said she didn’t want anything except Harold in her pussy. She already knew she would give her virginity to her father. She wasn’t in a hurry to do that, but she knew it would happen. She sensed that she could manipulate him. It was her first taste of feminine power and it was intoxicating.

There were other things on her sexual bucket list, but they were also untried ideas. She knew a guy could go down on a girl. She knew girls could do that to each other, too. The girls on the cheer squad were as close as first responders can get. The rule, if you were allowed to participate, was “Whatever happens in cheer squad stays in cheer squad.” They might have been ‘just kids’ but they took that seriously. If a girl blabbed, she was ostracized and it was as brutal as an Amish shunning. For that reason the girls were more forthcoming with each other than they would have been otherwise. For example, if there was a squad sleepover Misty Robbins and Maria Sanchez always lezzed out right in front of the other girls.

So every cheerleader knew what it looked like for a girl to get her pussy licked and cum while that was happening. None of the other girls jumped on that particular bandwagon with each other but some of them let boyfriends do that on dates. That was rare, though, because everybody knew “boyfriends” were temporary and that if you broke up with a guy then he’d tell other guys everything that they’d ever done.

Cathy was pretty sure she’d like it if her daddy did that to her. The problem was, she had a hard time believing a guy would want to do that and the last thing she wanted to happen now was for Daddy to put the brakes on. She was also sure she wanted his hands on her in ways that hadn’t happened, yet. When he had pulled her nipples she thought she’d just pee. She wanted that again. She’d seen Misty and Maria suck each other’s nipples, which seemed strange, until other girls said boys wanted to do that all the time.

Cathy’s sexual development had lagged a bit, compared to her peers, because most of them were allowed to go on dates and be alone with boys, while Cathy was not. She didn’t feel deprived about that, though. When her father said “No dates until you’re sixteen,” what she heard between the lines was “You’re mine right now and I don’t want to give you up until you’re sixteen.”

So, basically, since four months after her fourteenth birthday (when Jennifer confessed) Cathy had been thinking about sex a lot. The only unusual component of that was that she only thought about having sex with her father, instead of boys, or movie stars, or other more acceptable males. And because she’d had all the time in the world to think about it, the concept didn’t seem strange to her at all anymore. When Jenn had first blurted, “No. You doan unnerstan, Cat! When I sit on his lap we’re buck naked and he puts it up in meee,” Cathy had just naturally thought of her dad ... and her. That had seemed strange. Not icky. Just strange.

But then there had been the looks and the boners and the hugs and the passion in his voice when he told her he loved her and the idea of her first penis being her father’s didn’t seem strange anymore.

So, basically, Bob had no idea that his pleas of “let’s go slow” were much too late in the game, and that she was tired of going slow.

His first clue, concerning the speeding up of things, came that night when she came out of her room dressed in a shorty robe.

“I want to sit on your lap,” she said.

He’d been reading the paper they got each morning but he never had time to read until evening. He didn’t want to try to read a tiny phone screen so he was happy to pay extra for a real newspaper. He set it aside and held his arms out.

“I want you to be naked when I sit on your lap,” she said. Her voice was calm and measured.

“That’s not a good idea,” he said.

“I know that,” she said, disarming him. “That’s why I want to do it. I want to see if we can be that way and still be in control.”

That actually sounded logical to Bob’s addled brain. She needed to learn control and she needed to learn how to control the male she was with.

So Bob got naked and sat back down. The fact that he was rock hard no longer gave him pause.

Only when she climbed on his lap, straddling him, with her knees sinking down between his thighs and the arms of the chair, did he realize she was naked under the robe.

“Cathy!” he barked, as she settled her fat, greasy pussy lips against the bottom of his rigid column.

“Kiss. Don’t talk,” she ordered.

She kissed him and felt him resist, initially, but when she put her arms around his neck and began rubbing her naked pussy mouth against the underside of his erection, he relaxed and kissed her back. She didn’t break the kiss for a good forty-five seconds, and when she did, her lips brushed his as she whispered, “This feels really nice. I knew it would.”

“This is really dangerous,” he whispered back.

So she kissed him again and kept rubbing. She felt him tense and knew, instinctively, he was going to try to make them stop, so she hugged his head to her harder. He grunted and she felt the warm bath of his semen smearing all over her sexual opening. Only then did she understand he had been trying to avoid that.

She loved the feel of his warm goo.

She just kept kissing him and rubbed her vulva all over the mess he had made.

“That is the kind of accident I was talking about,” panted Bob. “That is why you need to be on the pill.”

Cathy leaned back and looked down. His hair and hers were all wet with something milky white. It was no longer warm, but she didn’t care. That mess was evidence that she was beautiful and sexy ... to her father ... and that’s what she wanted to feel.

“None of it got in me,” she said, “and even if it did, this isn’t a bad time in my cycle.”

“Famous last words,” he said. “Get off me. We need to clean up.”

“Daddy?” she said.

“What?” he sounded irritated.

“I love you,” she said, softly. “I love what happened. I’m not sorry about anything we’ve done. You’re the only man I need right now. Nothing bad can happen to us because whatever we do will happen because we love each other. Love can’t be wrong.”

She felt him relax.

“Sweetheart, you need to understand that the reason I came like that is because I wanted to be inside you. I wanted to make love to you.”

“I know,” she said. “I love it that you want those things. I know we can’t do that. I know you don’t really want to do that with me, but it made me feel really special when it happened. I hope I can feel that special again.”

“You’re not going to give up, are you,” he sighed.

“Why would I give up the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me?” she asked. “You stay here. I’ll go get a wash cloth. Don’t move!”

She dragged her knees out of the well each was in. She saw his eyes go to her groin and wondered what her pussy lips looked like. She had examined them in a hand mirror many times. She’d even looked at them with Harold spreading them apart. If she hadn’t been doing anything her outer lips were pale and closed. If she’d been rubbing, or using Harold, those lips were red and puffy, and the inner lips bulged out. She took her time getting off of him. She wanted him to look at her sexual opening.

“I love it when you look at me like that,” she commented.

He looked up and, just for a second, looked embarrassed, or maybe guilty. Then his frown lines disappeared.

“You’re beautiful everywhere,” he said.

“You’re going to get so many kisses!” she yipped and then danced out of the room.

She was back within a minute and had both a washcloth, wet with warm water, and a towel. She leaned over and ran the cloth roughly over his pubes, around his penis and across his balls. She followed that up with the dry towel and said, “All spiffy and clean!” Then she handed him the washcloth and said, “Now, you do me.”

She put one foot on the arm of his chair, opening her crotch to him again and exposing lips she assumed were rosy and flushed. She hummed as the cloth went over her lips and grazed her clit, before roughing up her blond lower hair. The towel felt much the same. He leaned over and got his face within inches of her quim, as if he was examining it to make sure he got every drop of sperm off of her. She heard him sniff and saw him lick his lips. She didn’t have enough experience to understand what that meant.

“Am I pretty, there?” she asked.

“Gorgeous,” he sighed. “You look good enough to eat.” He blinked and looked up. “Sorry. It just popped out.”

“I don’t mind,” she said. “You look good enough to eat too, sometimes. I want to get a snack and then maybe we can talk about that some more.”

“Things are moving kind of fast,” he groaned.

“Things are moving perfectly,” she said. “Come on. Don’t be a grumpy bear. Come eat ice cream with me.”

She waited until he got up and reached to pull him by his hand.

“Aren’t we going to put something on?” he asked.

“Am I so ugly you don’t want to see me?”

“You know better,” he said.

“Then I think we’re dressed just fine the way we are,” she said.

They chatted about normal things as they dished out ice cream and then ate it. She sat in her chair as if she was fully dressed. His eyes flicked constantly from her face to her pink nipples. They were erect. Her mother’s nipples had gotten like that, so hard and long one could hang a necklace on them. He also watched her mouth eating the ice cream.

He was hard again when she got up to put their bowls in the sink.

What disarmed Bob was the fact that Cathy didn’t want to just dive back in. She sat on his lap again, this time sideways, with one arm around his neck and one warm breast pressed against his chest.

“I know you want to talk,” she said. “I just want you to know I’m very happy with the way things are going.”

“That’s what worries me,” he said. He blinked. “Well, there are a lot of things that worry me about this, but one of them is that you want to go forward instead of staying back.”

“I’m way behind a lot of my friends,” she said, firmly.

“It isn’t a race,” groaned Bob.

“I’m not trying to race,” she said. “All I’m trying to do is learn some things with the only man I can love and be like this with. Do you want me to go learn stuff with boys instead?”

“You also know better than that,” he said. “Look. Let’s be honest with each other, okay? Let’s just say what we’re thinking and what we wonder about and what we wish we could do. Can you be honest like that?”

“Of course I’ll be honest with you,” she said. “I already know what you want to do. You told me that when you spurted.”

“And how do you feel about that?” he asked.

She shrugged.

“I’m okay. So now you want to hear what I want to do, right?”

She had intentionally glossed over his “intent” because she knew he was fighting the desire to mate with her. That was the word she used because that was the word Mrs. Peterson had used. “When one engages in having sex one is mating,” she had said. “You need to remember that. If you have sex, you are mating and mating may produce a baby. That’s why all us adults want you to wait to have sex until you’re old enough and experienced enough to know that if you mate, it will be a good thing instead of a possible huge mistake.”

Mrs. Peterson had been so insistent on calling sex “mating” that it had worked, at least to a degree. For many of her students the word “mating” flitted through their minds when they engaged in foreplay on dates. The only problem was that Mrs. Peterson had used the term in a negative way, and a lot of her students didn’t think of it negatively at all.

One who didn’t was Cathy, though she didn’t think about that consciously. Like most humans, when she got horny she simply wanted to follow the script written by Mother Nature, even though she didn’t think of herself as submitting to nature at all. Millions of teens have started a date not intending to have sex, only to find themselves fucking later. They might even be thinking they shouldn’t be doing it while they do it, but they still end up doing it.

Mother Nature calls it mating, too.

Right now, Cathy didn’t want her father thinking about mating because she knew he’d resist. Instead, she jumped to her own list of things she was ‘interested’ in.

“Did you ever go down on Mom?” she asked. She saw the answer on his face before he said a word.

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