{h4}THE PRESENT

“Dad? I have some questions.”

As I lay in bed with my 17-year-old daughter, I chuckled.

“And what might they be?” I inquired.

{h4}ONE YEAR EARLIER

I’d been doing a lot of traveling over the past few years. International banking will do that for you. Europe, Asia, South America, and even a few jaunts to Australia. Since my wife died six months ago, well, with a teenage daughter, I had no choice but to break from the company and do something different. A modest insurance settlement from the car accident helped cover the transition from employed to self-employed. I now was able to work from home, doing a bit of day trading, and some consulting with clients I acquired via word-of-mouth.

Madison had a tough time with the loss of her Mom. Plenty of teens rebel against their parents, but Maddy hadn’t gone through that stage, and she was quite close to her Mom, especially since I was sometimes gone for a week or two at a time. I’d stay in touch via FaceTime, but still, it’s just not the same and while I have regrets, I wanted to provide a safe and secure life for both of them, then, and in the future.

It was Saturday, late morning, and I’d just finished up a bit of work and was heading upstairs to take a shower when I heard Maddy yell out, probably assuming I was still downstairs by the volume of her voice.

“Dad? I have a question.”

Passing by her room, the door wasn’t one hundred percent shut, so I just pushed it open and entered.

Madison, my 16-year-old daughter, hair wet and slightly frizzy from just obviously having showered, was standing naked in her room with what appeared to a vibrator in one hand, and a couple of batteries in the other.

I am not entirely sure who was more stunned, her or I. The expression on her face went from stunned, with her mouth open and her blue eyes wide like saucers, to mortified, her face red and eyes welling with tears as she looked down at her body, the vibrator, and then back to me.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I began, backpedaling right into the door. It got my shoulder and the back of my head. I cursed and heard Maddy’s intake of breath; I’d made it a policy never to swear around her.

Maddy had one hand behind her back, trying to hide the sex toy, and the other was unsuccessfully trying to cover her nakedness, going from her breasts to her lightly furred vag.

“Maddy, I didn’t mean to barge--you called and I was right--the door wasn’t shut, oh Christ, I’m sorry, I’ll lea--” and she interrupted me.

“Dad, it’s not your fault, I’m just--oh fuck it, you’ve seen me and you’re here so I might as well ask and complete this most embarrassing moment of my life.” She put the toy and batteries on her bed, covered them with a towel, and then slipped into a robe, securing it with a sash.

I was a little shocked at her use of the word fuck, but hey, what had just come out of my mouth wasn’t fit for a PTA meeting either. Despite the surprise of the past couple of minutes, I couldn’t help but notice how hot my daughter had become. She usually wore loose clothes that hid her shape like many girls her age, but naked? Nothing was hidden. She had nice breasts, about the same grapefruit size as her Mom but on an even more slender body, and her dark brown triangle looked quite natural and alluring.

“Uh, sure Maddy, what did you need?” I was rubbing the back of my head and as the pain subsided I realized that I was slightly aroused! Christ, I was turned on by my daughter’s nakedness, what else could go wrong today?

The pink from the blush had dissipated, but then as she got ready to talk it crept back in once more.

“Um, so, let’s say you have something that needs batt--um, like a tv remote, so you have this remote and it needs batteries and you put the batteries in and it doesn’t work and then so you try reversing them and trying different combinations and then that doesn’t work so you go and get new batteries and you try them and no matter what combination you try and doesn’t work, and--” I held up my hand, silencing what was turning into the world’s longest run-on sentence from a girl who adored English.

“How about you give me the remote and the batteries and I’ll see what I can do.”

Maddy went from a nice light rose color to almost scarlet in a half-second! She started to stammer but I spoke over her.

“How about you go downstairs and make us some lunch,” as I moved over to her flat screen tv and picked up the remote, “and I’ll be down to help you in a few minutes once I fix this, okay?”

She got the cutest little half-smile with dimples, nodded her head, and dashed out of the room, closing the door.

I put down the remote and sat on her bed, flipping over the towel. Two double-A batteries and a pretty standard vibrator though it was made of a softer material, not hard plastic. I put the batteries in and turned it, but nothing. Open the bottom, looked at the connections and it became obvious. One of the little metal pieces that were to touch the batteries was not extending outward enough. Ten seconds later, the vibrator was alive with movement.

After turning it off and on a couple of times to make sure the connection was solid, I put it back under the towel and got up to leave. Something on her desk caught my eye. I walked over and it’s mostly hidden behind the monitor, but, it’s some black thing that’s connected via USB to the back of the laptop.

“Oh shit!” A closer examination revealed that it was, well, a clit sucker! It had an opening toward the end of it that was soft rubber, and if you pressed one of the buttons, it would create suction, with various intensities. There was a second button that vibrated the whole device. Wow. USB-powered too.

Walking down and into the kitchen, Maddy was making us sandwiches. I watched as she cut the edges off of the bread, just like her Mom used to do for her. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I liked the edges.

We were so different. She was graceful, and her command of the English language was amazing. While most of the time I confess I didn’t understand the poetry she wrote, I could see by the word usage that she was far more advanced than most teens. She had a slender body, like her Mom did, whereas I’m over six feet tall and stocky. She got her good looks from her Mom. I was a numbers guy, and try as I might, numbers weren’t Maddy’s thing.

“Oh! Hey Dad,” she said, a bit startled as she turned and saw me. “Here’s your lunch.”

She’d made turkey and cheese with mayo on Kaiser rolls and then tossed some chips on the plate too.

We sat in silence, then she got up and fetched both herself and me a glass of cold milk. She drank from her glass and then put it down. I looked at her, and then couldn’t help but giggle.

“What?” she asked, smiling innocently.

She had a thin line of milk drawn upon her upper lip. It reminded me of her Mom, when--and she interrupted my thoughts.

“What?” she was now mocking indignity that I hadn’t responded.

I drew my finger across my upper lip and then pointed to her.

After an intake of breath and a little color to her cheeks, she grabbed her napkin and wiped her face.

Maddy looked at me smiling at her, and she blushed deeper and then we both laughed, me shaking my head at the craziness of sharing an unspoken sexual joke with my daughter.

A moment or two later, Maddy spoke up.

“Dad? Do you miss Mom?” She popped a chip into her mouth, looking at me.

I could feel my mouth twitch. At the “Dad,” I looked at her, but now I averted my eyes. She took it differently.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have--”

“No, Maddy, it’s fine. I didn’t mind the question, just caught me off-guard.”

“Sorry. If you don’t want--”

“No, let me answer. Yes, Maddy, I miss your mother more than you could imagine. I have her pictures all around the house. When I walk into the closet that we shared, I can smell her on her clothing. I still have the perfume she would wear and sometimes I press the button to get the scent. Why do you think we have meatloaf on Wednesdays? I still check her email for her. Gram and Gramps will be coming in next month. And--” he stopped. Maddy was staring, not eating. And that was the most he’d said to her at one time in ... forever.

“Yes. I miss her.”

Maddy ate quietly for a bit, took another drink of milk, wiped her mouth, then faced her Dad once more.

“So, when are you, um, going to start dating? I mean, it’s okay. Mom once told me that if she died early that I should push you to date because you might not on your own.”

“What?” I was stupefied at the direction this conversation was taking. “I’m old and not really--”

“Dad, oh please. Half my girlfriends wanna--” and Maddy stopped talking suddenly, then busied herself with potato chips.

After a moment of silence, I spoke.

“Half your girlfriends want to ... what, Madison Emma Gleane?”

When she didn’t reply, I decided to address the elephant in the room.

“Do we, uh, need to talk about the remote?” I tried to be casual about it. When I looked at her, we were back to the scarlet color.

Madison got up quickly, put her plate on the counter, and headed to the stairs leading up to the second floor. At the base of the steps, she stopped.

“Half of them want to have sex with you. They say you’re a sexy hunk.” She went up three stairs, then paused.

“You are.” Then she hustled up the rest of the steps and I heard her door open and slam shut.

{h4}THE PRESENT

“Dad? I have some questions.”

As I lay in bed with my 17-year-old daughter, I chuckled.

“And what might they be?” I inquired.

My daughter turned toward me, her hand moving lazily through the hair that covered my chest.

“Bec asked me out, yesterday. Sh--she kissed me behind the bleachers, and asked me to go to the prom with her.” Madison paused, looking for a reaction but I didn’t give her one. “What should I do?”

I gently moved up a bit on the bed, giving myself a moment to think. My moving did cause her hand to move from my chest to my belly, and I felt the stir.

“Well Maddy, I mean, that’s up to you. What do you want to do?” Maddy was a very smart girl, and I was pretty sure that answer wasn’t going to fly. I was correct.

“Dad, you know it isn’t that easy. I mean--you and I--what we have--it’s not like I can just, you know, and stop smiling! This is serious!”

I could see her eyes flash a bit of annoyance. Ah, there must be something there.

“Maddy. How long have you known Becca?”

“Uh, maybe 10 years, wait, no, more like 12 years.”

“Do you think she’s pretty? Do you like her sense of humor? Do you enjoy being around her? When you spot her, does your tummy do flip-flops, or feel like butterflies are flittering about?”

She just nodded slowly.

“Then I think you know the answer, baby girl. You like her, and, she feels the same. Maybe it gets to be more than that down the road.”

She swallowed, and then spoke again, her hand slowly moving further down my torso, first encountering hair, and then my stiffening cock, around which her fingers wrapped.

“But Dad? I don’t want to give this up. I don’t like other boys, but, I love what you and I have.” She squeezed my cock to add emphasis to her words. “You said that once I graduated, we could move away from here so that, you know, we wouldn’t have to hide things.”

I’d of course known Becca from the many times that she’d visited or stayed overnight. She was a cute girl, with a slender frame like Maddy, but blonde hair vs. Maddy’s dark hair. Her breasts were smaller, but she sported a shapely butt and had a great personality. She was also a year ahead of Maddy.

“Maddy, you know, South Carolina is a nice place to live. I hear that upstate is pretty with mountains and that the ocean is just a few hour’s drive. I think that there’s a decent school up that way too, what is it ... Clementine? No, Clemency, maybe?”

“Clemson? Dad, that’s the school that--” and with that, she stopped talking, let go of my cock, and sat up in bed, her eyebrow raised inquisitively.

“Dad? Are you saying--I mean, Bec--”

I reached my arm out for Maddy to snuggle up against me. “About a year ago, I heard the two of you talking, and she said she was early accepted into Clemson. You were thrilled for her, but, when you told me about it back then, your only regret was that she’d be far away since you’d have another year of school.”

I could smell the jasmine scent from her hair as she snuggled close, and her skin was smooth but lacking baby fat, worked off from soccer and distance running. I loved running a finger along her arm and making goosebumps.

“So I started looking into housing options in the area,” I continued, “and it just so happens that there are several homes in the area that look like very nice places to live. We’re gonna make a trip next weekend to look at some.”

Her brow crinkled. “But ... Bec was supposed to go next weekend to go do another tour of the campus, but couldn’t cause her Mom can’t make the trip due to work, and--” she stopped talking when she looked my way and saw me smiling.

“I cleared it with Becca’s parents. She’s going with us next weekend. She thinks I’m going there on business, and that you’re tagging along, so she’s thrilled that we can make room for her. I booked us at a nice hotel, you and her sharing a room and me in another. I told her not to tell you, that I wanted it to be a surp--”

With that news, Maddy simultaneously whipped the covers off of me and her and straddled my body. I could feel her wet, lower lips resting on my now hard cock.

“Are you saying that we are going to move to Clemson? And that because Bec is going to--hey, can she stay with us? That’d save her family a ton of--” and I interrupted.

“Yes, again, cleared with her parents. She’ll have her own room, own bathroom, and none of the houses we’re looking at are more than ten minutes from campus.”

Maddy’s face lit up and she leaned forward and kissed me, sliding her body back and forth along my cock, which felt outrageously good. I could begin to smell her arousal.

Breaking the kiss, she sat back and then lifted a bit, reaching down and pointing my cock at her opening. I could see that she was wet. She sank down, closing her eyes as she felt me once again spread her open, not stopping until she had taken all of me. Her scent was stronger now, and intoxicating.

“God, Maddy, you’re as tight as the first time.” I groaned as I reached up and took hold of her breasts, capturing her nipples with two fingers from each hand and lightly squeezing at first. I knew her body, though, and she’d want more pressure on her nipples before too long.

“Daaaaaaady,” she said, eyes still closed as she rose up and then dropped down again, taking me balls deep, “your cock is so big, oh God!” She rose up and sank. Rose up again, and sunk. Over and over, and I could see the inner lips of her pussy gripping me on the uprising, sucking the life--well, the cum--right out of me. Her body started to flush, a sure sign my baby girl was close to orgasm.

“Daddy is gonna cum,” I warned, and her eyes flew open. Rising again, she pulled completely off of me, then scooted down on the bed a bit, her mouth covering my cock and sinking down, much like her pussy had seconds earlier. She took about three-quarters of it, then began bobbing up and down, very fast, with no technique, just speed, and intense, powerful sucking. She had given up her orgasm to increase the pleasure of mine.

I gritted my teeth, and thought of my nasty neighbor’s grandmother, anything to prolong those intense feelings and delay the inevitable, but to no avail. This girl sucked cock even better than her mother, who was the best at it up to Maddy. I knew she was tasting herself on me, and that turned me on even more. She loved eating pussy almost as much as I did.

It wasn’t her mouth that finally pushed me over the edge. It was my big toe.

When Maddy grabbed my foot and sat her pussy down on my big toe, and it entered her, something snapped and I erupted into her mouth, spewing all the hot cum my balls could deliver. To her credit, as I was groaning in delirious bliss, she kept bobbing and applying suction until the last drops were siphoned out.

I waited and after swallowing what had to be a large load, she climbed up my body and joined me on my pillow, kissing my cheek.

“Dad?” She sounded serious now.

“Yes, Maddy?”

“I have another question.”

“Sure, baby. Go ahead.” I wondered what serious subject she wanted to discuss now.

She got up in bed, on her knees, then reached down with her right hand and slightly drew apart her lower lips.

“Would you like breakfast in bed, Daddy?”

{h4}CLEMSON

Not far from the university, the James F. Martin Inn is a 4-star hotel that overlooks Hartwell Lake. I booked us 2 rooms, one for the girls and one for me. Just to make sure they didn’t get into too much trouble, I asked for adjoining rooms.

The rooms were very nice, the girls were thrilled with the oversized king-sized bed, and naturally, they plundered the fridge as soon as they saw it. Next, they wanted to go check out the campus and since it was a few hours until dinner, we finished unloading the SUV, and then they were off. That gave me a couple of hours to deal with some work.

I put Becca’s bag on their bed and was setting Maddy’s on it too when Bec’s fell and hit the floor. I heard a sound come from it.

Opening the bag, I moved some clothes about and sure enough, something was vibrating. But, it wasn’t your typical vibrator. It was a strap-on. Wow. That was surely going to give me crazy dreams tonight.

After turning it off I arranged the clothing and then set it once again on the bed, then left their room and went to mine, leaving the door between ours unlocked in case they needed me when they came home. I started on some work but found that I was a little tired from the drive, so I showered, put on some shorts and a T-shirt, and lay down for a nap.

I didn’t hear them initially arrive at their room, but I did semi-wake up when Maddy opened the door and started to call my name. She stopped short when she saw me laid out on the bed. She went back into her room, leaving the door open, so I just lay there, not moving except to breathe.

“Sssshhhh!” said Maddy quietly. “He’s sound asleep. C’mere.”

I didn’t hear movement but felt a finger touch my cock through my shorts and then pull away.

“You can touch his cock for longer than that, Bec, he’s not gonna wake up,” I heard Maddy whisper. Then I felt the finger again, then maybe a couple, gently moving up and down my now semi-erect cock.

“I think it’s getting bigger!” whispered Bec to Maddy. I could smell her cologne and almost groaned.

Sure enough, blood was pumping in that direction as I could only imagine what might be going through the two girl’s minds.