ONE HELL OF A SALESWOMAN

I run a successful home-remodeling company. I started it with my then-wife Lauren, who left me for her Tai Chi instructor a while back. After our daughter Donna finished college, I gave her a job in sales, and she proved to be damn good at it. A little over a year ago, we were exhibitors at a home improvement expo on the other side of the state. She's taken on other responsibilities since I hired her, and she made the reservations for us. I did worry that she was getting so comfortable living in the same house that she wouldn't "launch," to use the phrase from a few years back.

We carried our bags to the check-in desk and Donna asked for our pass keys. I won't try to give you the entire exchange verbatim, but somehow they had only reserved a single room for the two of us. Donna insisted that she had reserved separate rooms for each of us. "I even asked for two that were next to each other," she added.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Estes, but the reservation is one room for double occupancy," the clerk said.

Donna protested, "It's Miss. Frank is my dad, not my husband. I distinctly remember telling you—I mean, the reservation agent, not you personally—that we needed rooms, plural."

"Be that as it may, the reservation is what it is. We always send a confirmation e-mail. But let me look at it more closely. The reservation was made—Oh. No surprise there. The agent who handled your call no longer works for us."

I could see that Donna was ready to strangle him, so I interceded. "Mistakes happen. Just get us two rooms, preferably a suite."

"I'd like to, but we're completely booked tonight. Here's what I can do. Your reservation is for three nights. If a room becomes available, I can put one of you in there. In the meantime, I'll let my manager know what happened, and he has the authority to do something to make it up to you."

I looked at Donna and nodded. Donna told him, "I guess that'll have to do."

"Here are your pass keys, and again let me apologize on behalf of the Prince Edward." He handed the pass keys to Donna, who gave one to me, and we took our luggage to our room on the fifth floor. Personally, I was more annoyed at our distance from the exhibition floor than I was at having to share a room with my daughter.

I started to think that I shouldn't have asked her to come with me to this convention halfway across the state, not because I doubted her word about the call, but because we were going to be in closer quarters than we normally are at the house. Then I remembered that she had volunteered to come with me. She'd probably regret it now.

To make matters worse, the room had only one bed, and there wasn't room for another. We both changed into clean clothes so we could set up our booth and grab some dinner afterward. When we came back, my back was hurting so I took an ibuprofen and lay down. Donna said she was going to the hotel's gym to work out her frustration. I was asleep when she got back.

We got leads from several people the first day, so it was off to a good start. We ate dinner at the hotel's restaurant, which wasn't fancy, but it was nice. The whole day was enough to make Donna forget our accommodations until we got back. As soon as we were inside, she told me, "I need to take a shower so I can relax."

"I need one too, but you can go first," I told her. She pulled a medium-size robe off one of the permanent hangers, and she headed into the bathroom. I turned the TV on to see what they had. Immediately I was faced with several adult movies on demand, and I clicked away from them quickly so Donna wouldn't see the titles. After I heard the weather forecast, I got undressed. When I heard her start the blow dryer, I knew that I had time to take everything off as well as putting the robe on, so I did. Of course she's seen me in my underwear enough times that I wasn't really worried.

Donna came out wearing only a towel. She could tell I was staring at her, and she explained, "The robe wasn't big enough. The towel covers more."

"No need to explain," I said, but I tried to look away while I pulled a fresh pair of briefs out of my suitcase. Donna had a baby when she was sixteen and gave it up for adoption. She went from being on the slender side to borderline voluptuous. I tried not to notice, but I knew that guys looked at her admiringly.

I got into the shower and thought about work. Our current accounts-receivable person was about to go on a leave of absence to care for her mother, and I thought about who should take over while she was out. I also wondered whether we'd brought enough fliers. Once I'd finished in the shower and dried off, I put my underwear on and stepped out of the bathroom. Donna was on the left side of the bed, from her point of view, with the hem of the bedspread just below her neck. I wondered whether she remembered that her mother used to sleep on that side. Something didn't look right, but I wasn't sure what.

I turned the last light off. As I pulled up the covers on my side of the bed, I said, "Night, Donna."

While I was getting under the covers, she answered, "Night, Daddy."

I pulled the covers up. My briefs were riding up on my left side, so I reached underneath to adjust them. Donna moved to the edge of the bed so I'd have room. When I was done, she came back and put her arms over the bedspread. When I brought my hand up past my waist, I felt skin. I thought, "That's probably her thigh." I straightened my leg out to get comfortable, and I felt her knee against mine. The bare skin I felt wasn't her thigh. I put my hand back underneath. I felt around looking for her wrist and reached over. I hadn't watched her pack, so I didn't know whether to expect pajamas, a nightgown or a long T-shirt. I felt her stomach. I pulled back and found her thigh. When I reached over from there, all I felt was more flesh. I turned over, replacing my left hand with my right. Before my hand felt anything, I could feel her bare back against my chest! Now I knew what was amiss earlier—I should have seen straps on her shoulders. I continued the motion of my right hand and felt her bare hip and thigh. I moved it down and felt pubic hair.

I thought I heard Donna giggle before she said, "Hi, Daddy." I put my palm over her mound, and my middle finger bent a little further in than the others. She hummed her approval.

"Donna ..."

"I just wanted to see if you were as straight-laced as you usually act around me."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I hear you make semi-lewd jokes with the other staff that you never make around me. You even tell 'em when women are around. Just not me."

"Is that a problem?"

"No one minds," she assured me. "I hear you laugh at the same jokes when they make 'em. I'm just saying, there's a whole area of conversation that doesn't happen if I'm there. I wanted to see who's the real you, 'Daddy' or 'Frank'."

"And?" I probed.

She looked down at the bulge in the blanket where my hand was. "And you haven't pulled away," she said.

I could feel my dick getting hard. "Neither have you," I pointed out.

Donna started to roll over toward me. I scooted back to give her room. We were both lying on our sides. Donna put her hand on my hip, taking the edge of the waistband of my briefs between her fingers. "How long has it been since you had sex?"

I laughed uncomfortably. "I guess that's that 'area of conversation,' isn't it?" I didn't want to admit that I had enjoyed some nice afternoons with various female customers over the years. I thought out loud and answered, "Well, it's been seven years since Lauren left, so ... I guess eight."

Donna pulled my briefs down a little. "That's too long," she said.

Once we had them off, I got out of bed, partly to turn a light on and partly to give both of us a chance to change our minds.

Donna wasn't backing out. She patted my side of the bed and said, "Come on, Daddy." I jumped on but didn't try to get on top of her yet. She started stroking my cock.

I returned her gesture, adding, "If it's been eight years since I had sex, it's probably been ten since I saw a vagina up close." I eased her onto her back. I leaned over her and kissed her. She returned the kiss in a very un-daughterly way. I moved down and proceeded to caress her breasts. If we were perverts, we may as well be satisfied perverts. I moved down and sucked each nipple into my mouth. I kissed a line down to her holiest of holies and inhaled the scent.

Donna laughed. She asked, "Is it as good as you remember?" and separated her legs.

"Better, because I didn't have to beg for it," I said, and I moved around. She pulled her knees back, and I leaned in closer. I separated her lips and licked another circle just inside them. Now she brought her legs down over my shoulders. I poked my tongue into my daughter's soft pussy. When the tip touched the back wall, she flinched, bringing her heels to my shoulders. I had to pull out to keep from choking. I joked, "I guess I'm not the only one who's gone too long without something."

"Yeah, if you're measuring it in years," she said.

"How else would you measure it?"

"Number of times I've given since the last time I received."

"Then you've been with the wrong guys," I said. "Guy." Awkward silence. "I mean, it's none of my business how many."

"I'm with the right one now," she said. She let out a moan and continued, "That's all that matters."

I slid my tongue back in and made a five- or six-pointed star deep inside her walls. I put my lips over her pussy and let the air out until she was flush against my mouth. I ran my tongue along and inside her pussy lips until I could feel her pulling her heels back again. I didn't stop until I could feel more juices flowing into my mouth. When I thought she'd finished, I moved up and kissed her on the lips. "And I'm with the right woman," I added.

I got on my knees and moved in closer. I put my cock over her pussy. I felt a crick in my back and moved my shoulders a little. I moved so much that we weren't touching any more. I guess Donna misunderstood what I was doing, because she told me, "You can still back out. You won't hurt my feelings."

I was glad I'd turned the light on, because I could see her tits and pussy at the same time. I told her honestly, "I'm just enjoying the view. Our health plan was worth every penny, 'cause it paid for your postnatal exercise classes, and I don't see a single stretch mark."

"That's 'cause you don't have your glasses on," she said.

"I could see 'em on your mom," I informed her. "But I don't wanna think about her right now."

"Me neither," Donna agreed. "Out of sight, out of mind."

The encounters I mentioned earlier were nice, but they were also brief. It wouldn't be my first fuck in eight years, but it already looked like it would be the longest. I put my cock where it had been before. I moved it back and forth, watching Donna's flesh engorge as I went. Finally, she reached down and separated her cunt lips. I pulled back one more time and slid inside her velvet pussy. I didn't thrust the first time; I wanted both of us to savor the moment. When I was in, I came down on top of her.

Donna saw what I was doing and rose a little so I could put my arms around her. She put hers around me and kissed me. I pulled back and thrust a little. She urged me, "Make love to me, Daddy."

I can never hear that without getting inspired. I went faster and assured her, "I will, I will." After a couple minutes, I raised myself back up so I could watch her breasts shake while I pounded into her.

Donna ran her fingers up my spine, and I pushed even further inside than I'd been before. I must have touched a sensitive spot, because she squealed, "Oh, Daddy!"

"Yeah?"

"Come for me, Daddy!"

"I'm about ready," I assured her. I brought myself back down so we'd both have an extended feeling of my cock rubbing against her pubic bone.

"Oh, God, Daddy, I'm coming!" she shouted. I was glad that the people in the next room had their TV up so loud.

I could feel her muscles contracting around my dick, and I announced, "Me, too, honey!"

I was looking down at this beautiful young woman as she moaned, "Yes! Yes!" My daughter's womb was filling up with seed from the same source that created her. Her head tilted back while she moaned, and I took the occasion to kiss her neck before her shoulders.

Once we'd finished coming, I lay on her briefly and then pulled out to lie beside her. Donna put her hand over my now soft dick and whispered, "You really like my tits, don't you?"

"Was it that obvious?" I asked.

"Every other guy seems to," she said. "Why should you be any different?"

Remembering what was going on, I said, "'Cause I'm your dad. I'm not supposed to notice them, let alone like 'em."

She put my hand on her left tit. "Yeah, but we've moved beyond that, haven't we?"

I caressed her tit half-heartedly. With the other hand, I found her pussy and moved my finger inside. "That's an understatement," I answered. I moved it in and out, and she arched her back. I added a second finger, and she got on all fours. "Hey, I can't see your tits from here," I said. This was the first time I'd said "tits" in front of her. It wouldn't be the last. I pulled on her left thigh, and she rolled onto her back.

Donna scooted up so her legs were on either side of me. "This what you had in mind?" she asked.

"Even better," I said. I traced a circle around her pussy with my index finger. I put it to my nose and I could smell the sweet and sour mixture of our juices, along with that sweaty smell that's only erotic when you know where it comes from. I needed to build my strength up again, so I lay back. Donna lay with one breast against my side. I absent-mindedly ran my hand up and down her spine. Without looking at her, I said, "I should have asked you this earlier, but are you protected?"

"You taught me well, Dad," she said. "I put a diaphragm in before we left in case I met someone I liked at the convention." She laughed.

"Did you meet anyone?" I joked.

Donna looked at me, apparently not picking up on my tone. She got up and sat on my legs. She pointed my cock up and stroked it a few times. "No, everyone I've met I knew before." She straightened up and pointed the head at her pussy. She rose up on her knees and came down, swallowing my cock inside her pussy.

I put my hands on her hips and said, "I'm sorry to hear that."

Donna sat up straight, but she went up and down on my cock, making sure her tits swayed from side to side. "It's okay. I still had a good time."

"Found a hot stud, did you?"

Donna slowed down to tell me, "Define 'found.' He's been here all along, and I just never noticed before."

She picked up the pace again, and I told her, "I'm gonna come again."

She mashed herself down on my crotch and said, "Good!" She put her hands in the air like the women I've seen in religious ecstasy.

I put my hands up, and when Donna brought hers down, she grasped mine. I lowered my arms to bring her down on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her waist. Not only did it keep my cock deep inside her cunt, but I could feel her breasts against my chest. I was so caught up in the two sensations that I barely noticed her kissing me. That changed when she opened her mouth. It had been a while since I had a sincere, passionate kiss, but I knew to open my mouth in return. My daughter's tongue felt so good on mine that I felt like I was having an epiphany. I wanted to tell her I love her, but you're supposed to love your kids anyway. Instead, when she pulled out, I told her, "I'm so glad they only had one room."

"You're just saying that 'cause you're sharing it with a woman half your age."

I corrected her. "A beautiful woman half my age."

"I was teasing you, Dad. I'm glad too. I was afraid you'd get mad at me for not checking the confirmation e-mail." She kissed me again and rolled onto her side. I moved back to my side of the bed and let this beautiful lady fall asleep next to me, where she belonged.

I woke up the next morning to the feeling of something on my dick. I opened my eyes and saw Donna's profile. She stopped licking my shaft long enough to say, "Morning, Daddy."

"Morning, Angel."

Donna said, "If it's been ten years since you got laid, I'm guessing it's been even longer since ..." She interrupted herself to take my cock into her mouth and bobbed up and down. The second time, she stopped with just the head in and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She stroked me a few times while she swirled her tongue across the head.

"My first birthday after we got married," I told her.

"Holy shit! Not in my lifetime?" she asked incredulously. She took her hand off and took me all the way into her mouth. She bobbed up and down several times, then let me go to say, "I hope it was worth the wait."

"You don't have to do this," I reminded her.

"I want to," she said, and she went back to licking my shaft.

"Then let me return the favor," I said.

"Whatever you want, Daddy," she answered. She swung around so I could see that beautiful pussy again. Last night I had been so eager to dive in that I ignored her bush. I wouldn't really call it a bush, though. She shaved it barely the length of the hairs on my arm, but with her raven hair, it was unmistakable. This time I made a point to sift through it with my tongue before I settled for just the right spot on the ridge of her pussy lips to touch her. As soon as I made contact, the lips separated a little, and I was able to slide up and down to open them further. I tongue-fucked her while I rubbed her clit. When I rubbed it just the right way, she arched her back and lost my dick momentarily. Feeling the cool air on my dick for just a few seconds was actually a bit of a turn-on, and she was greeted with an iron shaft when she returned. That seems to have made her even more enthusiastic. I could feel her lips as she moved up and down.

"Yes, yes," I said, trying not to be heard outside the room. "Suck your daddy's hard cock."

Donna lowered her hips and replied, "Eat your little girl's moist pussy."

"Deal," I said, and I was able to delve even deeper. Just to make it that much more arousing, I wondered how many other men's tongues had touched the flesh mine was touching. Then I remembered what she'd said the night before. Those other bastards didn't know how lucky they were.

Donna was trembling while she said, "Daddy! Daddy!"

"I hate to ask now, but do you swallow?"

"For you I will," she answered. I couldn't warn her any sooner. I could tell she didn't have me in her mouth when I started coming. She tried to make a show of swallowing the cum as it shot into the air, but soon she was trembling too.

Once we'd served each other the morning juice, Donna rolled off me and told me, "That was the first time I said 'shit' in front of you," she laughed.

"Among other words," I said. "Some I liked more than others."

Donna looked smug and asked, "Well in that case, do you wanna fuck me again?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," I said. I tried to climb on top of her, but she scrambled off the bed.

"Catch me!" she said. She headed for the sliding door that led to the balcony. This naked woman was as beautiful from behind as she was from the front. Her hair came down almost to her waist, which I find a huge turn-on. I wondered if that was part of why we made so many sales the day before. I didn't want us to get arrested, though, so I got to her as quickly as possible. It was obvious that she slowed down deliberately to make sure I caught her. I put my arms around her and pulled her to the wall between the chair and the desk.Donna looked back at me, and we shared a wicked grin. She put her hands against the wall. I acted as though she was still trying to get away. I put my arms around her stomach and said, "Oh, no, you're not getting away from me."

She pretended to protest, "No, no, let's do it in front of the window."

I stopped the role play. "You know you could talk me into it, don't you? You're a hell of a saleswoman."

"Maybe another time," she said. "But now you've caught me!"

"Yes, I have," I said. I slid my cock between her thighs. She stood on her tiptoes so she could point the head toward her cunt. I pushed forward a little, and she was able to slide it inside her.

I could feel my cock head running along the front wall of her cunt. She must have liked it, because she moaned, "Oh, Daddy. Oh, Daddy, you never called me 'Angel' before."

"I never felt this way before."

"Me neither." I thrust a little harder, and now I was close enough to fondle her breasts. Donna asked, "Can we skip the home show and just stay in here for a couple days?"

"No, but we can come back another time."

"I'd like that. Three whole days alone with my sweet, sweet daddy."

I thrust into her again, and I was about to come, but the damn phone rang! "Hold that thought, Donna," I said.

A man spoke. "Mr. Estes?"

"Yes."

"This is Mike Bonner, the manager. We have a vacancy on the third floor if you'd like separate accommodations."

"Thanks, but as long as you only charge us for single occupancy on this room, we'll be satisfied."

"I can do that instead, sure. Would you like us to bring a cot in for tonight?"

"No, thank you," I told him. I wanted to play with my daughter some more, and separate rooms would get in the way!

"Well, we hope you enjoy your stay and that you'll tell others the same."

"I'm definitely enjoying it," I assured him, and I hung up. I told her half the truth. "He had a bigger room available, but I turned it down."

"I'm glad," Donna said. She held my limp dick in her hand. There was no recovering. "We'll have to finish this tonight," she said, and we did. We made at least fifteen more sales over the remaining two days. Like I said, Donna's a hell of a saleswoman.

***

Things were busy at work the next week, and we both had other things going on in the evening. The only contact we had was greeting each other at the beginning and end of the day at home and the occasional knowing glance at work. On Saturday, I was free but Donna was helping a friend host the bridal shower for another friend. "I'll be back this evening, and we can do whatever we want," she said.

I grabbed her hip and said, "Good, 'cause I know who—I mean, what I want to do!"

Donna turned around, kissed me on the lips and said, "Tonight, Daddy!" As she left, I stared at her ass. It was the first time I'd let myself look at her sexually outside that hotel room.

She didn't come back till a little after ten. I was sitting on the couch watching a movie I'd recorded earlier in the week. She leaned in from behind and whispered, "I'll be right back."

When she came back, she was wearing nothing but a sheer white nightgown and a thong. I faked a stern voice and said, "You're late."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I saw this and I had to buy it. Do you like it?"

I pulled her toward me and put her over my knee. "Here's what happens to little girls who stay out too late." I smacked her bottom.

I laughed, but Donna got up in a hurry. "What the fuck?" she asked indignantly.

"I thought you wanted me to pretend to punish you!" I said.

"You thought I only fucked you because I have daddy issues? Do you have issues too?"

I stood up to defend myself. "No, no, I—"

"I don't do it to get the love you didn't give me as a child, and I sure don't do it to make sure I'm in the will."

I tried to correct her. "Didn't I give you enough love?"

"That's my point! You didn't let me finish. I didn't do this because I want you to love me more. I made love to you because I already love you, and I know you love me."

I pulled her hands toward me and kissed her. "I do love you. And I'm glad you feel the same way. You're more of a partner in our business than Lauren ever was, you're a great cook, and we never run out of things to talk about. But the way you were acting when you came home, I thought you wanted to play around like when you said I'd have to catch you at the hotel."

Donna returned my kiss. My hands fell to her hips, and she said, "You didn't answer my original question. Do you like the outfit?"

I joked, "I hate it. I want you out of it right now."

"Right this second?" she asked.

"Well, I don't mind if you want to take your time doing it," I answered, and I sat on the couch.

"I was counting on it," Donna replied. "Besides, I hate your outfit just as much." She reached for the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. When it was off, she sat on my lap. I rubbed her ass through the fabric. She rubbed my dick through my jeans. While we kissed, I put my right hand under the nightgown and rubbed the space between her butt cheeks. She rubbed my dick some more and unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled her closer. She ran her fingertips and down my back. I switched hands and ran my left hand over her asshole.

I moved down so I could feel her perineum. Donna liked that so much that she rose a little. My daughter and I didn't want to break our loving look, so I couldn't see what I was doing, but I put my right hand over her pussy, and I could feel a small amount of hair on the side. I slid my index finger under the fabric and stroked her folds. When I reached a particularly sensitive spot toward the bottom, Donna moved back and unzipped my fly. "Do you want to get comfortable?" I asked.

"'Comfortable' isn't exactly what I wanted," she said with a smile. She stepped off to watch me take my jeans off. If I could see my hard-on under my briefs, I'm sure she saw it too. Donna knelt in front of me and brought the hem of her negligée up to my hands. I lifted it off her. She was practically naked, and I wasn't wearing much more. She had me lie back. She pulled my underwear toward my feet, and my cock sprang up. She leaned down and licked the near side my cock from the base to the head. She held it down and licked the far side in the opposite direction. When she let it loose, it sprang up again. She took the head in her mouth and went up and down.

"I love having your tits in view while you do that," I told her.

"Then I bet you'll like something else even better," Donna purred. She pulled my underwear the rest of the way off. I was as hard as a rock. She looked at me and said, "Move back a little." I moved back until I had the arm of the couch as a pillow. She got on the other end of the couch and leaned over me so her tits were brushing my legs. As she moved up, her tits rubbed against me. She kissed a line up my chest. When she was almost to my neck, her tits were pushing my dick forward. She pulled her right tit toward the back of the couch. My dick rose into her cleavage. She let go of her tit, so they made a large, fleshy pussy. She moved back and forth. I could feel the skin of my shaft moving with her as she fucked me that way. "You like it, don't you?"

"I love it. You know what would make it better? Lift your hips up." She did. Of course, when I said hips, I really meant ass. The same ass that I'd tried to spank earlier was so sexy rising and falling as she fucked me. I think I finally understood why women like men's asses.

Donna had been looking me in the eye all this time, but now she stopped. "I can't wait any more," she said.

"You don't have to wait on my account," I assured her. "I'll do whatever you want."

She got off me and held the side of the thong toward me. "What do you want to do next?"

I took both sides of the thong. I started to pull it down, but I had an idea. I pulled it up instead and watched it disappear between her folds. I pulled it down and back up. This time it went to my left and exposed her entire pussy. I sifted through the hair with my fingers and kissed the lips. I pulled the fabric far enough to the left that it stayed off her pussy. Now I could rub her ass and lick her at the same time. I kept at this for a few minutes, moving the thong from one side to the other, and then I got bold. I tried to put a finger in her ass. When I did, she fell forward, putting her hands forward to brace herself against the couch. For a moment I thought I was going to smother in pussy flesh. As pleasing as the thought seemed at first, I wanted to fuck my beautiful daughter once more before I left this life. "That was too close for comfort," I told her.

"I agree," she said, and she moved me onto my back again. She stood with her left leg on the floor and her right knee between me and the back of the couch. When she came down, I could see my cock disappearing slowly into her lovely folds until all I could see was the very bottom of the shaft.

"I love you, Donna," I told her. "You're my world now."

She brought herself down and kissed me. "I love you too, Daddy," she answered. She backed her hips up to reclaim the part of my cock that had slipped out. I put my hands on her butt the way she'd done to me in the hotel. I hadn't done it this way in years, but I was able to move my hips the right way. Donna moved hers in rhythm with mine, and I could feel the back of her walls on the bottom of my shaft as I went in and out. She whispered, "I love what it means when my daddy's dick is pointed at my womb. I wish I never had to get up."

"You don't," I reminded her. "Not till Monday morning."

Donna saw my expression and added, "But don't worry. I'm still protected." I had stopped thrusting while I answered her, but she hadn't. I could feel her mashing her groin against mine. In fact, she was going faster than before. I started up again to try to catch up, and I must have touched a new spot inside her cunt, because I felt her walls squeezing my cock. "Oh, Daddy! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

"I'm coming too, honey!" I shouted.

"Fill me up, Daddy! I'm picturing your sperm floating in my belly"—she stopped for a moment to moan—"and I wanna feel 'em too!" she moaned.

I held her close. We shared a long, open-mouth kiss while my cum flowed into her. "This is so right," I panted.

Donna reacted to what we both knew. "Fuck society," she said.

"I liked waking up next to you last week. Did you like it?" I asked.

"I hated waking up alone the next day," Donna answered.

"We can't sleep together every night, but we can do it tonight," I said.

"I want to," she said.

"Whose bed did you have in mind?" I asked.

Donna got a wicked smile. "You wanted to role play? We can role play." She took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

I didn't want to know whether she'd had sex in this room before, but when I looked at her bed, I decided then and there that she was getting a bigger one for Christmas. For right now, the queen-size mattress was perfect. She lifted the covers, and we both got underneath. "What scenario were you thinking?" I asked.

Donna put her finger over her lips. "Not so loud," she warned me. "My dad might catch us!"

"I'll try not to make too much noise," I said. My huge load had her well lubricated. I crawled over her and slid inside her easily.

Donna sighed, "That's so good."

"Shh," I said. I proceeded to give her my slowest fuck in probably fifteen years. I'd forgotten how good it feels that way!

Donna must have felt differently. "I think he's coming up the stairs. Hurry, Frankie!"

I picked up the pace and came a second time. "That was surreal," I exclaimed. "Some women do it with their boyfriends and fantasize it's their dad. You just did it with your dad and fantasized that I'm your boyfriend!"

"Aren't you both?" Donna asked.

My curiosity got the better of me. "Did you ever do it in here?" I asked.

"I brought a boyfriend in while you were fishing with your buddy George."

"Oh, God, this isn't where you got pregnant, is it?"

"No, I can't even remember which boyfriend, but not that one." Then she joked, "You?"

I was serious. "Not for lack of interest. Once when you were at a slumber party, I asked your mom to do it in here. She said no."

"Thank God," Donna said. "I'd have to burn the mattress if you told me she went for it."

There was an awkward silence. "He's gone," I said. "Now we can fuck our brains out."

Donna sat up. "You know what kind of sex a bed like this is perfect for?"

"Judging by the width of the mattress, I'd say masturbating."

Donna moved her legs over mine. "This kind." Then she laughed at my joke. "But that too."

"I don't know how to do tantric sex," I confessed.

"Neither do I," Donna said. "Besides, you don't follow one slow fuck with another. It's like playing two ballads in a row on the radio."

"Hey, I LIKE ballads!" I protested.

"So do I, just not back to back."

I'm not completely out of touch with popular music. There was an R-rated love/sex song a couple years ago that I'd heard enough times to know most of the words. Donna moved forward and pushed my dick inside her while I sang the first verse. By the time I got to the chorus, she was bucking back and forth. I sang the title line once and stopped so I could return her thrusts. I didn't think I was doing anything out of the ordinary, but Donna started groaning, and soon I was coated in her juices.

"Was that your first time like that?" she asked.

"First time making love that way, not the first time that sitting that way led to it," I told her.

"It wasn't mine, but it may as well have been. You touched places I didn't even know were sensitive before."

Donna got up, and I saw my cum dripping out of her pussy. Suddenly I felt like a Boy Scout. "Donna, I have to confess something."

"Do I have a brother somewhere?" When I didn't answer immediately, she grimaced. "Oh, God, did I fuck him?" Apparently it was okay with her real dad, but an imaginary half-brother was gross.

"No!"

"I'm kidding, Daddy. I know you would never have cheated on Mom."

"We had a chance to get separate rooms for the final night, but I passed it up 'cause I wanted us to have another night of sex."

Donna laughed. "I have a confession for you too. I knew the reservation was wrong. I saw the e-mail. I didn't reply because I imagined the weekend going exactly the way it did. Well, actually, I hoped it would start the first night."

"For the next show, we'll just get the one room to start with." I said it as her boss, but she accepted it like my girlfriend.

"Obviously," she said.

I was so worn out that I'd already closed my eyes by the time Donna came back to her bed. When I woke up in the morning, I saw the back of Donna's head. Looking over her, shoulder, I could barely make out one breast. I knew everything we'd said was real. I was in love with my daughter, and she clearly was in love with me too.

***

Our relationship stayed this way throughout the spring and summer, but we kept separate bedrooms so any friends or family who came over wouldn't get suspicious. One Saturday morning, I was headed toward the kitchen when I heard muffled tears from Donna's room. I opened the door to see her face down in bed, crying into her pillow. "What's wrong, Donna?" I asked.

"He's nine," she answered.

"Who is?"

"Christopher."

"Who?" Before she could answer, I said, "Oh, Christopher. Is today his birthday?"

"I remembered it when I saw the date written out on the computer screen. Last year I managed not to think about it until night time."

I put my arm around her and tried to comfort her. "You weren't in a good position to raise a child. With what was going on at home, I couldn't even have helped much. You did the right thing. I'm sure he's doing fine."

"I know he is," Donna said. "I'm just being selfish, but I sometimes want him back. My friends post pictures of their kids, and mine should be the oldest, not the youngest. I mean, if I had one."

"You'll meet someone, and you will have one," I assured her. "And if not, I can tell you that nieces and nephews are fun too."

"I'm an only child, or did you forget?"

"Yeah, but as far as having fun with kids goes, cousins and friends' kids aren't much different from nieces and nephews. I used to have fun with my Uncle George, and he was really my, uhh, second cousin, I think."

Donna took my hand gently off of her waist. "I know you're trying to help, Daddy, but nothing's the same as having one of your own, that you see every day, that you watch going through every phase. You came to every stupid play and recital I was in, and I love you for it. I'm never gonna know what that feels like."

"I know it's not the same. I'm just saying, enjoy what's already there to enjoy."

"I'll try, Daddy."

I made breakfast for us. It wasn't as good as what Donna usually makes, but we didn't die of food poisoning and the house didn't catch fire, so I counted that as a success for the morning. The business is so successful that we sometimes do work for charities. On this day, we were redoing the bathrooms for a soup kitchen. When we do these projects, I always pitch in, and by the time I got home, Donna was out with some friends. I went to my bedroom and watched a football game I'd recorded that day.

The game was so lopsided that I didn't mind when Donna came in as I got to the start of the fourth quarter. She was wearing a long T-shirt with a picture of Ed Sheeran in the style of Hirschfeld. "Hi, Daddy," she said, sounding almost innocent.

"Hi, honey," I said. I lifted the covers so she could join me if she wanted.

She didn't lie down, but she did sit next to me. "Daddy, you remember when my goldfish died after I put too much food in the bowl?"

"I remember the funeral." I gestured and imitated the sound of a flushing toilet.

"You also bought me another fish. And when someone stole my bike, you bought me another one, better than the one they stole."

I pointed out, "You'd outgrown the old one. The fact that you liked the style of the new one better was just a bonus."

"Yeah, but I was the one who left it unlocked. There's a pattern here."

"I know, I spoiled you. In my defense, you were always a responsible kid, so I felt like you deserved those things."

"I miss my baby."

"He's not a baby," I corrected her. "And you don't miss him, 'cause you didn't really have him to begin with."

Donna started to cry. "Don't split hairs, 'cause you taught me too well. I can split 'em as well as you can, maybe even better, 'cause—" She stopped.

"Because I don't have as many hairs left to split?" We both laughed. I don't look like Yul Brynner, but I do bear a passing resemblance to Alan Rachins.

Donna stopped laughing, but she didn't cry this time. "My friends have kids, and every time they invite me to the birthday parties, I think I should be inviting them to Christopher's."

"What's that got to do with fish and bicycles?" I asked. At that moment, I realized that she was rubbing my dick. "Oh."

"Please, Daddy?"

Donna hadn't forgotten how to look at me with those pleading eyes. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I pulled my pajama bottom off, and she pulled her nightshirt off. I thought she'd be naked, but instead she was wearing the bottom half of the bra-and-panty set I'd bought her from Victoria's Secret for her birthday before they closed their local store. "Did I ever tell you you're a hell of a saleswoman?" I asked her rhetorically. "You could sell me anything."

"About once a month when Tammy shows you the commissions, and occasionally in between."

I leaned in, and she kissed me on the lips. I put my hand over her crotch and rubbed her pussy through the sheer red fabric. I could tell that her lips were starting to part, and I put my fingertip at the base, drawing it upward, still over the fabric. I diddled her clit briefly. She lifted my hand with her right hand, pulled the panty out with the left and then put my hand underneath. I put my index fingers between her pussy lips and wiggled it a little bit. "Are you sure about this?" I asked."I'm sure I want a baby. I'm sure that you'll be around, and even if you got hit by a bus, I'm sure I could take care of him myself if I had to. Most importantly, though, I'm sure that I'd be having a baby with a man who loves me and who'd do anything for me."

I pulled the panty off and ran my tongue all around her pussy before I licked it. "Damn you, Donna. Your mom was in the delivery room with you when you had Christopher, and now I'm looking forward to being there with this one. Why'd you have to be so good at sell-ing your dreams to me?"

"Please, Daddy, just do me!"

I decided to see how coy I could be. "I don't know. 'Do me,' doesn't set like the right mood for what we're trying to do."

Donna was my equal. "Well, why don't you tell me how it's supposed to happen?"

"Didn't your mom tell you?"

"If she'd done a good job, I wouldn't have gotten pregnant when I was sixteen, would I?"

I started to defend Lauren, but I didn't want to spoil our fun. I put my hands out as if they were dolls. "When a man and a woman love each other, the man puts on some Barry White."

Donna did that fake bass voice that's even funnier when a woman does it. "Oh, Baby, I'm gonna bury my stalactite in your cavern."

"Then they rip each other's clothes off." My right hand acted like it was tearing a dress of the left, and the left hand acted like it was pulling pants off the right. In a falsetto voice, I continued, "The woman says, 'It's the biggest I've ever seen!' and she opens up her legs." I separated my fingers as if I were making an upside-down Vulcan salute. "The man's manhood gets really big, and some cheesy 70's jazz comes on."

"Doesn't that drown out the Barry White?" Donna asked.

"Yeah, but the woman chases the musicians out." I moved my left hand out and kicked with the index finger. Now I stuck my right middle finger out as far as it would go. "The man sticks his manhood between her legs and goes in and out." I put the hands together and moved my finger back and forth.

"I don't think that would get the job done," Donna said.

"Try it and see," I told her. She lay down and I got on top of her. I didn't put my cockhead all that close to her opening. I let it rub back and forth between her legs just as I'd described. At first, I was just rubbing her thighs, but I moved up until the shaft was stroking her perineum. I lifted her butt a little and let the head rub the same area.

Donna grunted, "Quit teasing me!" She lowered her butt again and put her hand behind my balls. She pushed forward until my dick was at her opening. She had won this round. I pushed down on the shaft. She put her hands on my lower back and pulled me toward her, pushing my dick inside her. Once the head was in, she didn't have to pull or push. I went the rest of the way under my own power, and I leaned down to kiss her. "Yes, Daddy!" she said happily. I fucked her a little harder. "Oh, Daddy!"

"Tell me how much you love me," I said.

"I'd do anything for you, Daddy," she answered.

"I'd do anything for you too, Donna," I said.

"Just keep making love to me," she pleaded.

"All you have to do is ask," I assured her. She brought her feet up behind my butt.

"Harder, Daddy!" she implored.

"I can't get any harder," I said.

"I mean fuck me harder!" Now her feet were actually touching me, making sure that I did as she asked. "Give your little girl a baby!" I imagined her holding one to her naked breast, and I remembered how happy I was when Donna was the baby. "Make me a mommy!" she yelled. Now I pictured her putting a baby into a more stylized version of the bassinet that she had slept in.

"How close are we to your birthday?" I asked.

"We're about three months past it," Donna answered.

"Yeah?" I fucked her even harder. I could feel my balls slapping her.

"Which means we're just in time for my next one," she murmured.

I stopped suddenly and deposited a load of cum into her waiting womb. "Happy birthday, my beautiful daughter," I told her.

Donna waited until my last spurt and then pushed me onto my back. She didn't even let my dick fall out of her. She ground her hips backward, making me start again and keeping me from getting too soft. "Many happy returns to my wonderful daddy," she replied.

"How many babies do you want?" I asked.

Donna changed from a back-and-forth motion to up-and-down. "Let's just rely on, 'Say when,'" she answered.

Her tits were shaking back and forth as she fucked me. I caught them and managed to suck on a nipple. I started to say something about her using them later on, but I remembered Lauren telling me how Donna had cried the first time she produced milk and didn't have anyone to give it to. I just sucked harder to keep my mouth shut. It was a good move because she rocked even harder when I did it. I needed to breathe again, so I let it go after a minute or so. "My daughter can have anything she wants," I said.

"And I want my daddy," she replied. "Inside me. Deep inside me." Then she sang a little of "My Heart Belongs to Daddy," emphasizing the line, "And my daddy treats it so well."

"And your daddy loves you too."

"Then come in my cunt, Daddy!" I was already about to come, and I started just as she finished the sentence.

As I finished filling her a second time, I took a fake macho tone and said, "It's obvious if I want grandkids, I'm gonna have to do it myself."

Donna asked, "Are you gonna eat my pregnant pussy when we get that far?"

"Try and keep me away," I said. "In fact, I'm feeling optimistic right now."

"Me too," Donna said. She got off me and laid back against the headboard. I knelt in front of her pussy. We both knew it was counterproductive, but I licked our juices out of her and shared it with her on my tongue. I like the taste anyway, but given how we were feeling at the time, it was like the food of the gods.

Right now I'm on a business trip with one of the guys from the firm. Donna sent me a nude selfie from a couple days ago. It's a side view cropped at the waist so there's no mistaking her condition, but she's facing the camera so there's also no mistaking the smile on her face. She loves her present from Dad.