Chapter 7

She said, “Daddy, are you ok? Please don’t be mad: it’s just a tattoo and I really like it.” I said, “No, I’m not mad about the tattoo. I’m not mad at you at all.” She asked, “Then what’s wrong?” I realized she had no idea that I was ‘Spider Man’ and I thought it would definitely be better to not tell her. But I had to come up with a reason for my reaction and I had to do it fast.

I just started talking, “I guess it’s just that I’m realizing you are all grown up now. You don’t need me to make adult decisions for you anymore. And, you will probably be making a lot of adult decisions from now on; many of them I won’t even know about and may not even want to know about.”

Erin was silent, no doubt thinking about some of the things she has done in recent weeks (like the Halloween party). Then a thought entered my head that maybe it was still a case of mistaken identity so I asked her, “So, where did you get the design—did you pick it out off of a wall somewhere?”

I was hoping that was the case: maybe a bunch of girls were walking around with the same tattoo—maybe one built like my daughter that was possibly pregnant with my child now ... Erin replied, “Actually, I designed it myself! It’s a one of a kind original! It’s nice, though, right?”

That was really the worst answer I could have imagined her giving me. But I had to support her and said honestly, “Well, if you are going to get a tattoo, it should be something original and personal—in my opinion. And, yes: it is very nice. It is beautiful, in fact and it suits you well.”

Erin hugged me and thanked me for my support. I would never tell her that this wasn’t the first time I’d seen her tattoo ... I asked her why she didn’t tell me before that she was going to get one and she said, “Because you would have never approved!” She was right about that, of course, but if she would have told me right after the fact, at least I could have known it was her and made up an excuse to not end up fucking my daughter. But that was a moot point now.

Now it was time to pray that she was not in the fertile time of her cycle when I shot my cum inside of her. There was a good chance of that after all ... As an afterthought, I realized I’d most likely fucked her best friend, too—the one she has been staying with. Looking back, the mouse girl was the same height and build as her friend and she did seem like a bit of a slut. I bet it was her idea to drag my daughter there, too.

Swinging and anonymous sex was not Erin’s style. But then again, I didn’t think tattoos were until a few minutes before. Perhaps swinging was in her blood as it was in mine and her mothers. Who knows about such things?

The next day was a normal Saturday for us. We spent some time around the house just talking and hanging out. I wanted to get to know Erin ‘the woman’ as opposed to Erin ‘my daughter’. I still saw her as my daughter in spite of having had sex with her, but I was also seeing her as her own independent woman. She was just beginning to live her own life; making her own decisions. And Erin ‘the woman’ was just as amazing as Erin ‘my daughter’.

After a day of talking and getting to know each other on a different level, we decided to rest our vocal chords and watch a movie. I let her pick the movie and nearly choked when she selected the latest Spider Man movie. I had a difficult time paying attention to the movie. All I could think about was the party when I was fucking Erin—cumming inside of her. And she still didn’t know it was me.

To my surprise, I was getting hard again; the image of her ass with the sexy tramp stamp bouncing on my lap as my dick disappeared into her clean shaven pussy was the only image I saw on the large screen TV. The only thing I could hear was her whispering in my ear if I had a condom and her moans and screams in orgasm. In hind sight, it was clear those screams were from my daughter; how did I not realize it when it was happening?