Chapter 3: Jon Calls Me

My mom gave me a nice long kiss on the mouth and left the room. For a few moments I just laid there thinking, then threw on some clothes and went down to help her with dinner. Imagine my surprise when the phone rang and my mother answered only to give me a sly grin and a wink. My god, it had to be Jon!!

At the sound of his voice all thoughts about telling him to stick his dick in a meat grinder suddenly vanished and my pussy felt a distinct twinge as I imagined him at the other end of the phone. He asked me out to see a movie!!! Needless to say I agreed, too quickly upon retrospect but who cared at the moment. When I hung up the moment I squealed like a six year-old at DisneyWorld. My mom just shook her head and smiled at me.

“So, I take it he asked you out tonight?” she said with her hands on her hips. I just nodded as I couldn’t talk from the excitement I felt. “So it’s safe to assume you plan on getting laid tonight?”

“Mommmmmm!” I said in mock exasperation.

Mom just winked at me and turned back to the stove. I squealed again and ran up to my room to start getting ready. My hair needed major surgery and my pussy needed a fresh shave. Oh yeah, I wanted to be smooth as a baby’s little bottom for Jon!

Searching through my dresser, I picked out a tight yellow tank top that contrasted with my tan nicely and a pair of my favorite cutoffs ripped so high my ass was clearly visible. Except for my sneakers that was the extent of my wardrobe - no bra or panties tonight! If Jon couldn’t take the hint then there was no hope for the boy! Later at supper I was so excited I couldn’t hardly eat. My dad, home now from work, looked over at my mom who I caught winking back at my dad and rolling her eyes my way as she did.

“So Kelly,” my dad said slowly, “What’s your plans with this new boy tonight?”

“Daddy!” I scolded him, “He’s not a boy, he’s eighteen. Besides, you know perfectly well what my plans are for him!”

My dad chuckled at that. Yes, if anyone did, he certainly knew!

“So what’s the matter, daddy’s cock doesn’t satisfy you enough?” he teased me.

“Oh daddy! You know better than that!” I said, slapping him on the shoulder playfully. Giving him my patented “little girl” look I held his arm in my hands as I looked up into his eyes. “You really did make me feel so special last night.”

Indeed he had! While I’d always have a hunger for a boy like Jon, there was nothing compared to being in my dad’s strong arms with his incestuous cock buried deep inside me. It always makes me feel so loved and secure, like nothing else in the world can. When he cums in me I know I’ve satisfied him in a way only his daughter can and it makes me feel wonderful knowing he respects me enough to give a part of himself to me. As such it was hard to explain to him that all I wanted from Jon was a good old fashioned fucking!

To be blunt, I didn’t care if Jon respected me or not when he fucked me and came in me, I just wanted to be his slut and feel sexy knowing I was hot enough to make him cum. There was sex for intimacy - like with my father, and there was sex just for the fun of it - like what I used to do with Kevin. Now I wanted to just have some old-fashioned fun with Jon. It didn’t mean anything so far as my relationship with my father. My dad was my father, not a boyfriend or lover and I knew that would always be his little girl, no matter how old I got or what I did.

My mom stepped in at that point. “OK you two, don’t start something you don’t have time to finish. Besides Kelly, isn’t that your new boy-toy pulling into the driveway now?