Mother's Little Helper / Her Mother's Daughter
Chapter 12

Rachael Ross 1982 - 2012

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Soccer mom Gina is feeling the pressures of being a full time mother and wife. When a friend gives Gina a couple pills to help her cope, the suburban housewife suddenly finds her life spiraling out of control. Note: This is a repost and includes both novellas in one easy to carry package for your convenience.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/ft   Consensual   Romantic   Reluctant   Coercion   Drunk/Drugged   Heterosexual   Cheating   Incest   Father   Daughter   Humiliation   Interracial   Black Male   White Female   First   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Petting   Pregnancy   Prostitution  

Her Mother's Daughter

Chapter Five

"Okay, there's juice in the refrigerator, but don't give her any after seven, okay? And JJ can have some popcorn, but don't let him make it..." I said, going through my mental checklist.

"Okay Mrs. Reed," the girl replied with a dutiful nod of her head.

Belinda was the daughter of someone my dad worked with, one of the secretaries or something. She was half a year older than me too, but she didn't know that. Maybe. She hadn't gone to my school or anything and I hadn't been there in over two months anyway, it was still kind of weird though and it gave me a secret thrill inside, knowing this girl thought I was my dad's wife. That just turned me on, as if I wasn't hot enough already. I was running a little temperature. I knew that because I'd checked myself everyday that week and today, finally, I had a fever.

" ... and the phone numbers are on the fridge and my husband's phone is on speed dial, just hit pound sign one, okay?"

"Sure," Belinda nodded. "We'll be fine."

"Yeah, okay," I agreed, looking around just because this was only the third time I'd left the kids with a sitter. It made me rather nervous.

"Are you ready, Amy?" Daddy walked into the living room, dressed casual nice for our little night on the town. I'd dressed sexy-nice.

"Yeah, I think so," I said. "We'd better sneak out or Jilly will start crying."

"Right." Dad nodded. "We'll be home about midnight, Belinda."

"Okay, have fun," the girl said with a smile, showing off her braces.

She was kind of a chubby little thing with blonde hair, freckles, and sky blue eyes. Belinda looked like a babysitter, unlike the first one who'd looked like she'd just fallen out of bed and landed in a bowl of grease. I'd given that girl twenty dollars for her trouble and claimed I had a headache. I might have been a little overprotective maybe, but I didn't think so. I loved my kids.

"Free at last!" Daddy smiled at me as we got in the car and I giggled. "God, you're sexy tonight, baby."

"Yeah?" I grinned at him while we sat there in the garage.

"Uh-huh." He reached for me, rubbing my left leg, sliding his hand up the inside of my smooth thigh. I spread my legs slightly, the black miniskirt I wore riding high enough to show off my black panties.

"Ummm ... Someone's a little horny, I think." I licked my lips as Daddy began rubbing the swell of my freshly shaved vulva gently, leaning close for a kiss.

"There's nothing little about it." He chuckled and then he kissed me softly on the lips and I opened for him, letting his tongue find mine.

"Ohhh ... I guess not," I purred, feeling his cock under my fingers, hard and trapped inside his trousers.

"That's your fault," Daddy said, pulling away from me and starting the car finally.

"Mine?" I rolled my grey eyes. "Asking you to go without sex for two weeks was asking too much?"

"After going without it for two weeks before that?" Daddy gave me a look. "I haven't felt like this since I was fourteen probably."

"Fourteen?" I laughed. "Why?"

"That's when I figured out how to jerk off," he explained with a grin. "Before that ... I was in pain, baby!"

"Oh god!" I shook my head. "I probably didn't need to know that."

"What?" He smiled and Daddy wasn't shy at all with me. Not anymore. "How old were you when you learned how to do it?"

"Fifteen," I said seriously, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Really?" He looked at me, perhaps suddenly remembering that I was his daughter, because we really did forget once in awhile, as dumb as that sounds.

"Yeah." I nodded while we drove slowly through dark suburbia. "I never touched myself until like two months ago. I just never wanted to."

"Never?" he wondered. "You never had any urges or anything?"

"Urges, Daddy?" I laughed. "No, not really. That's why Greg broke up with me, cause I didn't want to have sex as much as he did."

"Who's Greg?" He blinked because he'd never known anything about my boyfriend.

"Some guy," I shrugged. "He dumped me cause I didn't love him."

"Too bad for him," Daddy decided. "How old was he?"

"Sixteen," I answered. "He was cute, but a real jerk too."

"Why go out with him then?

"Cause he had a car." I grinned and that was the truth. "The school bus sucks, Dad."

"Yeah, I guess." He nodded and I was still playing with his dick. "So, this Greg, uh ... He's the guy who broke your cherry?"

"God!" I made a face. "That's pretty personal. You ask every girl you go out with stuff like that?"

"If I'm going to marry her, I do," Dad said, sorta seriously it seemed to me, and I blinked at him.

"You're such a tease." I giggled, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Who? Me?" He frowned, pouted actually, and pointed with a finger. "Open the glove box."

"Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Just do it, you'll see." My dad smiled like he couldn't help it. He reminded me of JJ at Christmas.

"Okay." I shrugged, opening the glove compartment and it had a little light inside. "What's this?"

"Open it," he said and I'd found a small, red felt box, a jewelry box, I knew that. He turned a little switch and the interior dome light turned on.

"Oh, Daddy..." I said softly. "Jack ... God."

"Will you marry me, Amy?" he asked and I was looking at an engagement ring, a real one.

"Yeah. God! Yeah, of course, but ... How?" I giggled nervously and my heart had started beating like crazy. I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath, and then another.

"Put it on, let me see," he said, looking at me more than the road, but he was just driving around the neighborhood really, not going anywhere yet and there wasn't any traffic.

"Okay." I swallowed hard and slipped the ring on my finger, on my left hand, and it fit me almost perfectly, just a fraction too big maybe.

"Yeah, looks nice," Daddy decided, smiling and nodding his head.

"It's beautiful," I said. "It costs too much."

"We're okay," he said. "It wasn't the biggest diamond in the store, baby."

"I know, but ... Wow." I flushed hot all over and it wasn't a huge diamond, but a carat at least and we had bills and the trip to Disneyworld we were saving for and ... God! I had a diamond ring! An engagement ring!

"I can't give you a church wedding, Amy," Daddy said and he was pulling over, stopping the car near the curb. "I'm sorry about that."

"I know, yeah," I nodded and I didn't really care.

"But..." He reached into his jacket, pulling out something else. "Maybe we don't need a church anyway, right?"

Daddy had another box, a white one and just a little bigger than the other. He opened it and there were two rings inside, plain gold bands, his and hers. I looked at his left hand, noticing for the first time that he'd taken off his wedding ring, the one he'd put on when Daddy had married Gina some sixteen years before. I hadn't realized he wasn't wearing it and I suddenly wondered how long ago he'd taken it off.

"I'll marry you right here, right now," he told me, already taking the smaller ring out of the box. "If you'll let me."

"In the car?" I giggled and Daddy shrugged, looking only a little apologetic. "Did you divorce Gina?"

"Um..." He frowned at that, looking at the wedding band in his fingers, the one for me.

"You can't marry me if you're still married to her," I said softly. "Not right here, not right now."

"I can't ... Not until I know for sure," he said and I shook my head slowly.

"Then you can't marry me," I told him. "But I'll keep this..." I held up my finger with the engagement ring on it, " ... and you can keep that one."

"Amy..." Daddy sighed, but he knew I was right. Until he divorced her completely, Gina was still in our lives. Still between us and I knew a part of him still loved the woman and hoped she'd come back to us.

We had a nice dinner, a romantic dinner at a real restaurant with candles, roses, and a little jazz band playing in the corner. It made me hot inside, hot for my Dad, and I teased him all the while. I rubbed his leg with my bare toes and played little games with my eyes, touching him every now and again with my fingertips across the back of his hand.

"Jack? Hi, I thought it was you." I heard Stacy's unmistakable voice from close behind me and I frowned. Daddy did too, but he recovered quickly.

"Hi Stacy. How are you?" He cleared his throat and touched his napkin to his lips and I could see he was suddenly nervous.

"I'm great. Who's this with you?" Stacy wondered, somewhat rudely, I thought.

"Hi Stacy." I put on a smile and turned around and I was a little pleased to see a surprised look on her face. She really hadn't known it was me sitting there with my dad.

"Amy? Oh ... Hi. I thought, uh ... A little dinner for you two, well ... That's nice." Stacy struggled for the right words, not really understanding why my father and I would be having an obviously romantic dinner together.

"Yeah," Daddy nodded. "Amy wanted to go someplace special."

"I'm tired of McDonalds." I shrugged. "And he won't let me have a boyfriend, so..."

That made Daddy chuckle and Stacy just looked confused.

"Yeah. I guess not, um..." She smiled and nodded. "Right ... Oh, this is Gary."

She turned slightly and a tall man, kind of good looking in a serious way, stepped forward, offering my dad his hand. I stared at him, wondering if he was the same Gary that my mom knew, or at least had the address for. I'd found that piece of notepad stashed with Gina's drugs, like a secret, and I'd kept it for myself, but I hadn't really known why at the time. I probably should have given it to the police, but I'd thought maybe that was where my mom was, shacked up with that Gary person, and I hadn't really wanted the woman found at all.

"Jack," my dad said, shaking the other man's hand. "This is my daughter, Amy."

"Hi." I smiled at him, trying to remember the name of the street in that address, but I'd looked at it so long ago.

"Hi Amy." Gary smiled and his eyes were all over me before he looked at my dad again. "You have a beautiful daughter."

"Thanks, yeah," Dad agreed with a smile of his own. "She's something special."

"Has there been any word on..." Stacy's voice trailed off as she glanced at me.

"No, nothing yet," Daddy shrugged. "We keep hoping though."

"Of course." She nodded sympathetically. "I told the police everything I know."

"I'm sure you did. I appreciate your help, Stacy."

"Well, it wasn't much, I'm afraid." She looked at me. "How are you holding up, dear?"

"Fine," I answered. "I'm okay, taking care of Daddy and the kids, you know."

I was looking at Gary and he didn't even look a little curious, except maybe what I looked like naked. He was handsome enough, but he looked sneaky, I thought, and he stared at me mostly. Smiling at me like he knew a secret and I wondered if maybe he didn't know exactly what happened to my mom. I remembered the street though, like all of a sudden, and I smiled back at him.

"You live on Holland Circle, right?" I asked him. "Out in Meadow Park?

"Huh? Yeah ... I do," he answered slowly, narrowing his eyes while Daddy and Stacy both looked at me.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"Oh, um ... Mom mentioned something about a Gary once," I said. "Just before she left."

"She did?" Daddy blinked at me and then looked at the man who seemed a bit uncomfortable suddenly.

"Ah, that must have been after our lunch," Stacy said. "Remember, Gary? You met Gina at the Olive Garden that day."

"Oh, right." He licked his lips and nodded.

It was so totally obvious that Stacy was trying to cover for the guy. She was a good liar though and maybe my dad might almost believe her, but I could tell. She was lying through her teeth and protecting the guy and I knew, looking into Gary's eyes until he looked away, I knew he'd fucked my mom and that he knew exactly who we were.

"Well, we'd better go," Stacy said, tugging Gary and he was more than willing to make his escape.

"Right," Dad said softly. "Nice meeting you, Gary."

"Jack." He nodded and then looked at me one more time, like he wanted to eat me up, but he might have been scared too, or at least nervous.

I couldn't tell if Daddy knew or not, but I thought he was at least suspicious. He watched Stacy and Gary as they made their way across the restaurant, sitting down at their own table and picking up some menus. Daddy had to be curious, like why would Mom know what street the guy lived on, even if he'd mentioned it to her over lunch, why would she remember that? Why would I remember? But he wasn't thinking about me, thank goodness, just about Stacy and her too slick excuse.


"Let's go downtown, Daddy," I suggested, since his idea was to go see a movie and I wasn't into that really. That's the problem with having a totally underage girlfriend, my dad couldn't take me to a lot of really cool places, obviously.

"We are downtown," he said with a chuckle.

"No, I mean the other part." I grinned at him, and my ever plotting mind had been working overtime. "The bad part."

"Ohhhh..." he nodded and he looked at me. "How do you know about that?"

"I heard about it," I said nonchalantly. "Come on, please? I just wanna check it out."

"You're pretty strange sometimes, Amy," Daddy said, but I could see the idea was at least interesting to him.

It was like kinky perverted, you know? A man bringing his teenage daughter to the part of town where the tattoo places were. The massage parlors and adult bookstores. The hookers walking the streets and all that. It was the red light district, such as it was in that city, and innocent girls didn't go there, but I wasn't exactly innocent anyway, and Daddy did get off on having all kinds of sex with me.

"Please?" I leaned over in the car, finding his cock and massaging it through his pants. "Maybe we'll find a movie I like."

"Oh, Christ." Daddy shook his head. "You get caught going into some of those places and..."

"Who's gonna catch me?" I laughed. "I just wanna check it out. Hey! You could get me a tattoo maybe."

"No way," he said. "No tattoo's. I love your skin."

"Just a little one?" I teased him. "Like a little heart on my pussy that says 'Daddy's Girl' on it?"

"Shit." He blinked at me and I think he actually liked that idea.

"Right here maybe..." I said, spreading my legs and rubbing the inside of my right thigh, just at that soft hollow next to my barely covered pussy.

"We'll see." He licked his lips.

"You could get one too!" I suggested happily. "Get like 'Bad Daddy' tattooed right above your cock."

"Heh!"

"Seriously, that is my Bad Daddy!" I giggled. "That big cock ... Hmmm ... Spanking my ass every night..."

I was rubbing him nicely by then, feeling his prick stiff and uncomfortable, making Daddy shift in his seat. I was half-tempted to pull it out and go down on him, since we'd never tried it while he was driving, but we were downtown so maybe that idea wouldn't be too good. I had to settle for rubbing him off through his trousers and feeling Daddy playing with my panty covered pussy at the same time.

My real plan, obviously, was to find Gina. Daddy wanted to marry me and even if it wasn't a real church wedding, I knew he'd be serious about it. We'd be married in our hearts, if not in law, and that would be good enough for me. I just needed that other woman out of our lives once and for all, and so if he wanted to see her, and find out why she'd left us, fine. I'd help and I kept a watch out the windows, staring hard at every prostitute we passed as Daddy looked for a place to park.

 
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