Pushing Boundaries
Copyright© 2026 by Fanlon
Chapter 10
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Spending Christmas with the kids meant dealing with his difficult ex. Earlier limits remained in place...but those old-fashioned rules wouldn't stop Amber from celebrating the holidays the way she wanted. Sometimes, you just have to push the boundaries to get what you really wanted, right?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Mult Incest Mother Son Father Daughter Swinging Nudism
I spent what was left of the evening on the couch. There were a lot of things running through my head, and I was struggling to deal with most of them. Joe and Amber came down to spend some time with me, and those two quickly shifted my focus to the here and now instead of dwelling on the scenarios and stories my mind was spinning of its own accord. I didn’t make it long before sleep threatened to claim me, and thankfully, I wasn’t the only one.
It was rare when I got to hang out with both kids at the same time, like we were. Joe usually had his girlfriend to occupy his time. So, having him there, I wanted to make sure the three of us had the chance to enjoy the time we had. Amber was the first to start nodding off, which both Joe and I smirked at. Each time, Amber’s head started to fall, she would jerk back upright, eyes wide, pretending that she wasn’t falling asleep, let alone tired. Joe and I, we didn’t hide it when we started yawning. Eventually, Amber fell asleep leaning against me, and it took both Joe and me to get her up and into my arms to carry her up to her room.
There were things I wanted to talk to Joe about. Mainly, his mother and what was going on. Now would’ve been that perfect time, but we were both too tired. He knew I wanted to talk, and agreed that we would, and soon. I could accept that and did so willingly. When I got back down to the guest room after tucking in Amber and saying goodnight to Joe, I took a moment to move the presents under the tree. After that, I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
December 25
I was jarred out of a jumble of rapidly fading dreams as the mattress shifted beneath me.
It took me a second to catch up to the fact that I was no longer in the dream world and once again in the land of the living. After a brief moment of disorientation because I wasn’t in my own bed, I realized that I wasn’t alone and that someone had climbed into bed with me.
I rolled over onto my side, away from the direction of my intruder. I tried to force breathing to slow down, wanting to go back to sleep. I was already awake, so it was a fruitless venture. Anytime I woke up suddenly in the middle of a dream like I’d just been, I was up. There was no going back to sleep, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try. I could fight it all morning, but it didn’t matter.
“Daddy,” Amber whispered from behind me. “I know you’re awake.”
“Sleeping...” I murmured into my pillow, not daring to move a single muscle.
“Fine, me too.”
I felt her weight shifting on the bed before the warm touch of her skin as she snuggled in close to me, wrapping her arm around me and resting her face against my back. She remained in that position for all of about ten seconds before she shifted, and then shifted again, and again.
“Grr, you keep fidgeting,” I grumbled, rolling over and snatching her up with my free arm. I pulled her in tight so she was now the little spoon to my big spoon. She giggled as I did so, but didn’t fight me in the slightest, and even sighed contentedly once I had her where I wanted her. She hugged my arm that was wrapped around her.
Amber used to do this to me almost every morning when she was growing up. It was exceptionally worse before she started going to school. It tapered off there for a while as she got older, but when my marriage to Mandy started to fall apart, and I found myself sleeping in the guest room, more often than not, Amber was there when I woke up.
When Amber was little, it was an every single morning affair. She would crawl into bed with me and try to snuggle, which I loved. The problem was that she couldn’t just lie still. It was impossible for her and, eventually, it would drive me freaking nuts, and I would end up doing exactly what I’d just done, snatching her up and holding her close so that she couldn’t wiggle and worm her way around the bed.
I knew it was a game for her, and I never did anything to disrupt it. It got bad enough that Mandy would time her getting out of bed to when Amber joined me. I was shocked more than once when the face looking at me when I opened my eyes was Amber’s and not my wife, Mandy’s.
“Daddy,” Amber whispered after a while of us cuddling. It was long enough that I had started to drift off back to sleep, which was shocking. “You know we can’t sleep all morning.”
“Not if you keep waking me up,” I replied, squeezing her again and shifting my weight to get more comfortable.
“Mom and Joe are going to get mad.”
“Mngg hgph fmm,” I grumbled unintelligibly.
“Daddy!” Amber whined and started giggling when she tried to turn in my arms, and I wouldn’t let her. “Seriously, we have to get up. It’s Christmas morning.”
Shit!
“I know,” I groaned. I didn’t know. I had completely forgotten what today was. That was one of the side effects of waking up like I did. Getting jerked out of a dream so suddenly could do that to a guy.
“Then let me go,” Amber said, and I felt her trying to escape my grasp, but she didn’t put a whole lot of effort into it, and I grinned.
I knew she wanted to get up. It was Christmas morning after all, and what kid didn’t want to open their presents right away after they woke up? No one, and anyone who tells you differently is flat out lying. The one and only exception in the world I could think of might be when Amber and I snuggled in bed. So, I called her bluff. I moved my arm, rolled away from her slightly, and waited for her to move. To no one’s surprise, let alone my own, she didn’t move a single muscle.
“I thought you needed to get up?” I asked, my voice soft but with a hint of accusation.
“I do,” Amber replied, her voice easy as she grabbed my arm and pulled it back against her where it had been moments before. I chuckled, and I’m sure she felt it because she shook a little too, doing her best to suppress her own laugh before she wiggled in as tight as she could in an attempt to mold her body against mine. “Just not quite yet.”
“Hey, Kiddo?” I said, as we settled into our new position, which was shockingly comfortable.
“Yeah?”
“Merry Christmas.”
“Mmm!” Amber squeezed my arm tightly. “Merry Christmas, Daddy.”
“We probably should get up, though.”
“I know.”
“Are you going to let me go?” I asked. At this point, she was keeping me in bed more than I was holding her.
“No.” She’d replied so fast I started laughing again.
“Come on.” I kissed the top of her head gently. “They’re waiting already, aren’t they?” Amber nodded but made no effort to move. “Let’s go, we can snuggle later.”
“Ugh, fine,” Amber complained like I was forcing her to do the dishes or something. Not telling her it was time to open presents.
Finally freed, I rolled toward the other side of the bed and got up, making a dramatic effort to stretch out my old bones. The whole time, Amber just lay there watching me, smiling that adorable smile I’d fallen in love with the first time I’d ever seen it.
“Daddy?” Amber said.
“Yeah, Kiddo?”
“Umm, I have a question.”
“Okay, shoot?”
“If there was something I really, really wanted for Christmas, would you get it for me?”
“I guess that depends,” I replied, giving her a curious look, unsure where this was going.
“On what?” She asked.
“Well, can I afford it for one,” I replied. “I’m not made of money, you know.”
“You can afford it,” She grinned brightly, her cheeks flushing slightly.
“Hmm,” I looked at her again, really trying to get a hint of what she was trying to tell me. To read between the lines, so to speak. “I mean, I don’t see why it would be a problem if that were the case.”
“Really?” Amber’s eyes widened, and she sat up like she suddenly was spring-loaded, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. There was no question that she was obviously extremely happy at my answer, and my fatherly instincts were telling me I’d walked right into a bear trap. “There’s this one thing I want so, so bad. I’ve been thinking about it, like, forever!”
I knew I was walking on dangerously thin ice, but I was curious what she wanted, and I couldn’t help myself.
“What do you want?”
“Will you...” Amber paused for a moment, but the eagerness in her expression never faded as she figured out how she was going to ask for whatever it was she wanted. “Daddy, I want you to have sex with me.”
My eyes widened at the shock at those words. To make matters worse, she had this hopeful look on her face as she waited for my answer. It was the most radiant thing I had ever seen in my life. She looked absolutely mesmerizing.
There were a lot of things I was mentally prepared for and even more that I was sort of ready for, in the off chance she ever asked for them. Her asking me to have sex with her? That, holy shit, that was not fucking one of them!
My jaw moved, and no sounds were coming out as my mind desperately tried to formulate any kind of coherent thought. I mean, this is one of those ultimate scenarios that every guy dreams of. A young woman, naked in bed, who is virtually begging for him to fuck her, to take her virginity. Amber wasn’t a virgin, however. I knew that much for a fact. That was thanks to those hands-on lessons from their mother while I was on the road for work.
I should have been as hard as a rock at the very idea of what she was proposing. I should have been raring and ready to do exactly what she wanted. There were two problems, though. First was the fact that Amber asking me that question scared the ever living shit out of me! Secondly, I wasn’t turned on, and I sure as shit wasn’t hard. I couldn’t have been any softer than I was in that very moment.
There is nothing I would’ve loved more than to give her the gift she was asking for. That’s what made this all that much more difficult for me. I wanted to, desperately, but she wasn’t ready for what that would mean, what might change. Honestly, I wasn’t ready.
I sat down on the end of the bed heavily, looking at my hands that were locked together in my lap. I turned and looked at my stunning daughter. She was so beautiful. She was perfect in every possible way I could want her to be. I smiled at her, and she returned it with enthusiasm.
I cleared my throat before I spoke. “Amber, honey—”
“Wait, I don’t mean right this second!” She rushed to cut me off. She knew what was coming, and because of that, she adjusted her request, if only slightly. “Think about it, please?” She scooted over quickly next to me, wrapping her arms around me and giving me one of her patented hugs, before bouncing off the bed and onto her feet in front of me. “I love you, Daddy. Just think about it, okay?” I met her eyes and melted. She could have asked me for anything in that moment, and I probably would have caved. If she would’ve pushed the issue for sex, I would have leaned back and let her do it. There was no doubt in my mind. “Okay, please?”
“I’ll think about it, kiddo,” I replied, and she jumped up and down excitedly before giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek and racing through the open door and towards the stairs and her awaiting Christmas presents.
I couldn’t move. I just sat there, too stunned to do anything. There were obvious reasons as to why me having sex with Amber was a terrible, horrible idea. Those reasons were mainstream and didn’t align with the lifestyle we’d raised both her and Joe in. The reason Mandy and I had come up with in the eventuality that Amber ever asked no longer really held water. Back then, it was simple. She was too young. She wouldn’t’ve been able to handle it. Not emotionally but physically, and I was never, ever, going to do something to my little girl that would knowingly physically hurt her. That begged the question, though. If I told her no, would that hurt her mentally? Fuck!
This wasn’t one of those times where I, as a parent, could use the tried and true, “I’ll think about it,” answer while knowing full well the answer was no. I really needed to think about it, which didn’t make the whole situation any better.
When I made it upstairs, I found Joe and Amber anxiously waiting as they sat on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. I could see their barely restrained energy that was coursing through their veins with reckless abandon.
“Come sit down.” Mandy smiled and held up a mug of coffee. “This is for you. I figured you might need it.”
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