Lillian's mental health has been on the decline Who knew that the love of my life would have it so rough? I met my Lilly in the ninth grade when she transferred to Grant Central High School. Her family moved to Michigan from Rhode Island at the start of freshman year. She was a beautiful long haired olive-skinned woman. She was different than other people but I just wrote it off as lovable quirks.
Sometimes she'd get caught up in conspiracy theories and other nonsense. She questioned the moon landing and read about the Illuminati. As the years went on her paranoia became more specific to her. If a car was behind her in traffic for too long it must be following her. Every quiet conversation must be a plot against her.
We fell in love as kids and got married a few months after high school graduation. In retrospect, we were just two kids getting married. My only son, Frank, is sixteen and I can't imagine him falling in love this young. My Lilly gave me three amazing children. Florence is our firstborn daughter. Lilly named her after where her Family comes from. The next child was Sadie and then we had Frank. We would have stopped at two children but I so badly wanted a son. Lilly agreed to try one more time and I was blessed with Frank.
Admittedly, I spoil my daughters and I'm not ashamed to say it. I do well enough at the firm to afford the nicer things. Lilly hasn't held down a steady job in a while because of her mental health. We don't need her income to live comfortably. My father instilled a strong work ethic in me that I have passed on to Frank. My son started making money even earlier than I did. When I was his age I was sneaking out with Lilly. Frank never asks for money while my daughters ask for cash every time they go out.
Sadie recently finished high school and Florence is working on her Master's. I'm not blind about the things Florence does. She goes out with a new guy every week. She attends yacht parties in a glorified G-String bikini. I'm under no illusion that my daughter is a saint. But I am confident that she has a good head on her shoulders. She gets in trouble sometimes but she is responsible. I have no fear of her accidentally getting pregnant or driving drunk.
Florence is a beautiful young woman. She must have gotten all her genetics from, Joan. She has a busty hourglass figure just like my daughter. Florence is a natural blonde but even dyes her hair red like Joan's I'm well aware of both their promiscuity and it isn't my place to dictate their lives. I whip Frank into shape because a man must carry a lot in life. Men rarely get second chances the way women do. I would be okay with Frank partying and sleeping around as well. Florence and Joan realized the value of their beauty and sex appeal fast. Joan has a wealthy husband wrapped around her finger along with college degrees. If Joan was all sex and no substance I wouldn't have so much respect for her. Florence and Joan use their allure as an accouterment, not a foundation. They have substance and spirit underneath their voluptuous exteriors.
As Florence became an adult she started resembling my sister more and more. Her facial features come partially from me but mostly from Lilly. But her current twenty-year-old body looks exactly like Joan's. It gets in my head because of my sordid history with my sister. Joan is merely a year older than me. Just last week we celebrated her forty-fourth birthday. My parents took us on a trip through Europe after I graduated high school. Looking back, I'm not sure how it happened but we made love. The combination of sharing a bed and Joan being nervous in a new continent resulted in us having sex. It was supposed to just happen once but our parents could only afford one bed for us. I was engaged to Lilly at the time and it's my biggest regret. I've never strayed since Europe.
The past is the past and we don't bring it up anymore. Joan is married with two sons and I have my Lilly and my children. Now is not the time to admit to my moment of weakness anyway. My wife already assumes everyone is moving against her so why add more? Currently, Lilly is spending a week in the hospital to be kept under observation. The kids don't know it but their mother said some concerning things that alluded to suicide. The kids are used to their mother spending time in the hospital but they don't know the severity of this stay.
Things are harder than ever right now and I have to wear a brave face. I tell the kids it'll be okay when I'm not sure what'll happen tomorrow. Some days Lilly is up early making everyone breakfast. On other days she thinks the garbage man is her long-lost brother. Florence and Lilly used to be inseparable before it got bad. She's my only kid that is truly aware of the situation. Lilly almost hit Florence in the head with a pan years ago. Florence hasn't trusted her mother since. She is diagnosed and has medicine to keep her grounded now but you can't change the past.
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Work was hectic but if I can manage Lilly, I can manage anything. My coworkers know that my wife is disabled and stays home but that's all they know. If I were struggling I wouldn't want people yapping about me to coworkers. I get lots of attention from women at work. My assistant Jenny has made it abundantly clear that I could carry on an affair with her. I've been told that I am handsome and charming. You have to be charming to make it where I am in sales. As attractive as Jenny is, the offer is not tempting. I've only ever slept with my sister and my wife. I have a deep connection and friendship with Joan and Lilly is the love of my life. I have no desire to sleep with someone I'm not emotionally connected with. My two sexual experiences were like our souls combining so the bar is pretty high. I strive to be a faithful husband but the idea of sticking my dick into a random chick doesn't do it for me. My peers fuck their assistants at work every damn day. When blinds are closed in an office I already know what is going on. Todd gets head from the girl who stocks the office fridge and goes home to his loving wife.
People in my position feel as if they are entitled to women on the side. Ben compares it to being a general that conquers land. "Oscar, do you really think a general only sleeps with his wife?" He always tells me. We aren't conquering anything. We're in offices trying to hit a series of projected numbers. Nothing here is remarkable or honorable. My peers drive expensive sports cars while I drive an affordable Toyota. I have a normal middle-class house with enough rooms for all of us. I turned Florence's room into a home office after she left for college. My coworkers laughed at me for not just buying a house with more rooms. I intentionally live under my means and put half of my earnings into savings. God forbid something happens to me, my kids and wife are taken care of.
As my car nears the house I see Florence's bright pink Hummer truck out front. I knew she was coming back during semester break but I didn't know it was today. I pull into the driveway behind Sadie's red convertible. As expected, Frank's car is nowhere to be found. He's working the late shift tonight. I exit the vehicle with my briefcase and head toward the front door. I can already smell Florence's cookies in the oven from outside the door. She used to cook her mother when she was younger and even came up with an amazing recipe. I open the door and hear my daughters in the kitchen giggling over loud Katy Perry music.
"I hope some are ready for me!" I say, walking into the kitchen. "I'm eating a bunch."
Florence and Sadie are side by side facing the counter. Florence turns around quickly and shouts, "dad!"
Is it wrong for me to say that is Florence breathtakingly beautiful? She reminds me of the forbidden romance I had with my sister in Europe. Florence looks beautiful in sweatpants with no makeup. Her hair is dyed red and she's wearing her MSU sweatshirt that is covered in flour. She rushes over to hug me but I hold my arm out to avoid getting flour on my suit jacket. I accidentally get a good feel of her breast through her sweatshirt in the process and quickly lower my hand to my side.
"This suit is expensive, sorry, honey," I say, patting her shoulder.
"You're off the hook for now but I want my big squeezy hug later," Florence says. "Here." She holds a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie in front of my mouth. I bite it from her hand and inhale that cookie in seconds. My daughter's cookies are buttery and moist on the inside. This recipe is her own take on Lilly's cookie recipe.
"Hey, dad!" Sadie says without looking at me as she puts a tray into the oven.
"Hey, kid!" I say back. "I talked to Aiden about that internship and gave him your information."
"Oh, really?"
"Really."
"Are you sure they'd want to take someone with no experience on?"
"They do when the person with no experience is my daughter."
Sadie gives me a weak but appreciative smile. I know she's excited about the opportunity but she tends to doubt herself. Frank has the most work ethic but Sadie is by far my brightest child. She's always gotten all honors in advanced classes. I think work ethic is far more valuable than grades but Sadie will make it. I had terrible grades growing up but I made something of myself anyway. She's tight with Frank so I'm hoping some of that drive rubs off on her. None of my kids are lazy and that's the important thing.
Before I can get to the top of the stairs I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see flour-covered Florence standing a couple of stairs beneath me. Her lips form into a small frown and her eyes are filled with worry. She waits until we're alone to talk about something serious.
"Mom called today," my daughter says quietly and leans closer. "She sounds better I guess."
"What'd she say?" I inquire.
"It was long-winded and rambly but it didn't sound so unusual. She asked us all to pray for her."
"You do that, Florence."
I take my daughter by the cheek and kiss her forehead tenderly. I was never as devoted as my wife but I no longer believe. I used to feel God with Lilly. I used to hear her laugh or see her hold our baby and feel the warmth of God. Seeing her sing along and clap to songs at church was the highlight of my week. It made all the hours and all the sacrifices worth it. The last time my wife was mentally sound enough for sex and romance was months ago. For that night she was all the way there. It was like traveling back to when we'd fuck in the back of my old pickup truck. We'd make love and then look at the stars in the middle of nowhere.
I set my suitcase by the closet and sluggishly undress. I strip down to my boxers and sit on the bench at the end of my bed. I let out a long sigh and swivel my head around to stretch my neck out. As my wife's health declines the desire to provide for my family grows. My wife and children would survive financially for a few years if I died in my sleep tonight. My goal is to invest right and save enough so that my money makes money whether I work or not. If scientists created a miraculous but ridiculously overpriced cure for schizophrenia, Lilly will be the first to receive treatment.
I step into the shower and let the warm water fall over my body. For ten minutes I just stand there in perfect peace. My wife's half-used soap for sensitive skin still rests in her blue soap dish. I begin washing my hair with Lilly's shampoo. The coconut scent reminds me of her and I fall asleep imagining she's there. I quickly wash the rest of my body and finish my shower. I throw on some sweatpants and a beat-up old shirt and head back downstairs. I tend to stay at work late and end up having dinner delivered to my desk. Sadie and Florence would have dinner ready for me back when I got home at a reasonable time. There is still no sign of Frank and I don't expect to see him tonight. Maybe I'll hear him come in when I'm in bed later.
Sadie is in the dark living room sitting on the floor in front of the television. I enter the kitchen to see Florence loading the dishwasher with pans and mixing spoons. Her MSU sweatshirt is hanging over a chair by the table. She's now just wearing a thin white undershirt with no bra. My daughter's large breasts jiggle as she organizes the dirty dishes. Her undershirt is tight and thin but they still cover everything. No cleavage is visible but I know exactly how they are shaped. I can see the shape of her nipples through the fabric. Florence is no stranger to walking to and from the shower completely naked so I've seen her breasts plenty of times. It's a sight that never gets old.
My daughter's and sister's bodies are nearly identical except for one key difference. Joan's nipples were rather small and pinkish. Florence's are large and dark like her mother's.
"Dad!" my daughter says, closing the dishwasher and turning it on. "You owe me a hug."
I open my arms wide and Florence runs and jumps into my arms. It's been too long since I've hugged my little girl. She may be my oldest kid but she's still my little girl. I squeeze her tight and she wraps her legs around my torso and latches onto me like when she was young. She's a bit heavier than before but I can still carry her. I wait until both of her feet are safely on the ground and then release her.
"You been hittin' the books at college?" I ask and take a seat at the table.
"More like the books are hitting me," Florence says, putting cookies on a plate for me.
"Leonard won't take the hint and leave me alone."
"I thought you were talking to a boy named Marcus."
"No, that was like last year."
It was merely a couple of months ago but this isn't surprising when it comes to Florence. She goes through boys quickly and breaks hearts along the way. Guys claiming to be in love with my daughter have called the house phone asking about her in the past. Florence sets a plate of cookies and a glass of cold milk down in front of me. She pulls out the nearest chair, sits down, and crosses her arms. The living room suddenly becomes dark from Sadie turning the television off.
"Good night family," Sadie says tiredly as she walks up the stairs. The room is dark without the light emitting from the television. The kitchen light is on but the light above the table is turned off. Florence looks at me like she hasn't seen me in years when it's really only been a semester. I can tell a lot is on her mind without anything being said. She's always been the type to keep what is bothering her to herself. When her mother got really bad she went out of her way to find the craziest parties to attend.
"Is Sadie okay?" I ask and take a bite out of a cookie. "She seems quiet."
"She's upset because mom is in the hospital," Florence answers.
"This isn't her first time in the hospital."
"Dad, Sadie just graduated and mom wasn't there. Sadie drives herself to church without mom every Sunday. Mom hasn't been at any of her volleyball games in the last two years."
"It's not her fault."
"She's not pissed at mom she's pissed at the situation. Or pissed at God or whatever she is directing her anger at. "
Florence and Lilly always clashed with their personalities but Sadie and Lilly got along so well. Sadie looks like my wife at eighteen. Sadie talks like her and loves God all the same. I quickly finish the plate of cookies and down the glass of milk.
"Is there anything you think I could do to help her out?" I ask.
"There is nothing anyone can do," Florence answers and puts my dishes in the sink. "We all handle tragedy in our own way. At least she's got hobbies and Frank. Sadie and Frank are thick as thieves."
"And you've got me."
I've not had time to be around for Frank as much as a father should. Frank is also always working at any chance he gets. Sadie taught her little brother to drive and dropped him off places before that. I bought Frank a brand-new Ford pickup truck when he got his license. He uses it in whatever the money calls for. Sometimes he's helping somebody move or using it to hold landscaping equipment.
"Dad...can I tell you something?" Florence asks nervously and sits back down. "It's not related to mom or anything like that so you can relax."
"Of course, kiddo," I say and sit up straight to give Florence my full attention.
"This guy I was messing with from my humanities class..." She begins and pauses for a few moments. "Well, one thing lead to another and we became, well, we FUCKED."
"Hold on now, Florence. Is this something you want to talk about with your father?"
"Yeah, you're my best friend, right?"
"You got me there."
"I felt comfortable with him and sent him some nudes. After a couple of weeks, I realized that he is totally not the vibe and cut things off. He spread my nudes all around his frat."
This punk gained my daughter's trust and shared vulnerable photos of her around campus. More likely my daughter gave him a few wild nights and kicked him to the curb and he got attached. It's not right or legal to share photos regardless of how he felt he was treated.
"I can contact my lawyer buddy and have this handled in a week," I say, offering a solution.
"No, I don't want that and it's not the point of this conversation," Florence says and puts her hand on top of my hand. "I've had my nudes leaked before, it happens."
"So what are you telling me this for?"
"This made me realize that I am comfortable with my body being seen by others. My friend Cassie does photography and I posed nude for her. They came out really good and I'm proud of them. They are going to be part of her portfolio and they're gonna be on a website."
I let my daughter of free autonomy over her own body but this is rubbing me the wrong way. This news after hearing that her nudes have been leaked multiple times is a lot to take in. I know my daughter gets around but I don't want her future to be impacted by moments like these.
"That's...interesting," I say to Florence.
"I just told you I posed with my tits out and all that is all you have to say?" She says back in a frustrated tone.
"I'm sorry, hon, but this is just a lot. What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to be honest with me like you always are. Don't just tell me what you think I want to hear."
"You'll always be my little girl so this whole thing bothers me a little. But you're a grown woman and I respect that you make your own choices. Just promise me next time your nudes leak you will take legal action and I'll give you my blessing."
"Okay, done! I'm so glad you approve dad. I swear it's not porn. I'm not popping my pussy on the internet. The photography is tasteful."
I think I maneuvered that topic well. Florence is a free spirit and she always has been. It's best to let her get this out of her system in her college years. My friends that had strict parents ended up as disappointments. If this is a mistake then it's a mistake Florence will make and learn from. The mental image of my daughter posting naked is tainting my brain. I can't help but find pleasure in the concept.
"Just be safe, okay?" I say and take my daughter by the chin. I lean forward and kiss her on the cheek. "I trust that Cassie is a professional."
"I'll send you a Drive link tonight and you can see them for yourself," Florence says as if it's normal.
"Okay, I'm fine with you partaking in nude photography but I don't want to see my daughter naked."
"It's not just me naked! It's art, dad!"
"Okay, look, I've gotta get to bed. You can send the link but I make no promises that I'll look at them. That's fair!"
"Okay, if you are letting me be free with my body. I have to let you be free with yours. If you don't want to look you don't have to. But I'd really like you to see them just so you can get an idea. I think I could have a future in this type of thing."
"We'll talk about your future later, good night."
I give Florence one more big hug and we kiss each other on the cheek. Before I even make it up the stairs I feel my phone vibrate. She must have already sent the link. She is really excited about me seeing these. I get in my room, brush my teeth, and climb into bed. Just like clockwork, I hear Frank's car door slam out front. My son is tall and muscular and more than capable of defending himself. The father in me still sighs in relief when I hear him get home safely. I still haven't looked at the pictures and I don't think I'm going to. My phone is plugged in on the nightstand next to my side of the bed. I still only sleep on the left side when Lilly isn't here.
I keep trying to sleep but my mind is too active. I'm fending off incestuous thoughts of my daughter. I slipped up and slept with my sister but we were young and dumb. This is the daughter I raised and took care of. Florence puts all her trust and faith into me and I cannot throw all this away now. Sometimes I wonder if I'd look at my daughter like that if I never experimented with my sister. Maybe incest would be irredeemably gross to me if I never partook in it. Maybe if I wasn't so damn horny all the time I'd never have these thoughts. I haven't had a consistent sex life for the last five years. Lilly is too mentally unstable to do something so stimulating. My wife can hardly watch action or suspense movies without getting worked up. I find myself thinking about Joan again and we haven't had sex in half a lifetime. My need for a personal connection stops me from ever sleeping with a stranger.
Florence has grown into a beautiful and intelligent young woman. I suspect that when she talks to guys she makes herself smaller. Florence has a big brain full of emotional and practical intelligence. The men she talks to have nothing going on up there.
She really wants me to look and who am I to go against her wishes? I buy her purses, clothing, and makeup whenever she asks. Her request to look at her nudes is the cheapest one yet. I reach over and pick up my phone. I open the text she sent and click on the Drive link. This appears to be a Drive link full of all the photographs Cassie has taken. There has to be hundreds of folders with different names. I scroll down the F's until I see the folder titled 'FLORENCE.' This is it. I am one thumb motion away from seeing my daughter naked. I've seen her naked before but only in passing. I take a deep breath and open the folder. There are fifty-three photos of Florence in this folder. Some are in black and white and some aren't. I enlarge the first image and am met with a tastefully clothed photo of my daughter. She's wearing a white thong and her breasts are covered by her hands. This isn't so different than those small bikinis she wears to the beach.
In the next photo, her hands are down but she is facing away from the camera. My daughter's impressive ass is on display and I see the hint of her right nipple. She's looking back at me in this picture. Well, not me specifically but that's how it feels. Florence was right about her having a future in this. She's a natural at it. The world is full of beautiful women but my daughter can pose and looks like a celebrity on camera. The next image is a lot more revealing than the last two. This time she's facing the camera while biting her lip. One hand is behind her neck and her other hand is underneath her breasts. I'm trying to focus on the artistry of it all and not just her large nipples. The next image takes me by complete surprise. The photo is black and white and my daughter is completely naked. She is bent over and looking at me upside down from between her legs. She's making a shocked face as if you've caught her in a compromising position. Her small asshole and pussy are visible to me. She must have waxed or shaved for this photoshoot. Any time I've seen her naked in the past she had a trail of pubic hair. Her vagina is small and compact from this angle at least.
My cock is starting to wake up from this depravity. I swipe to the next image and promise myself that this will be the last one. This picture is also black and white but she has on her white thong from the first image and a white bra. I feel cheated because I want to see more. I know I swore I'd only look at one more but this doesn't count. I swipe to the next image and see my daughter sitting down on the floor leaning against the wall. Her legs are spread open and both her hands are behind her head. Yes, this is what I wanted to see. I'd love to bury my face in those perfect tits. Her pussy is a bit more open from this angle and I see her meaty labia. This reminds me of how I felt when Joan took her clothes off in front of me for the first time.
I'm fucking up badly right now and breaking all the rules I set. I close out of the drive, set my phone back on the nightstand, and force myself to fall asleep.
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Days have passed and I keep trying to avoid Florence's inquiries about the pictures. I didn't want to speak about them but I told her I saw them. I gave vague general thoughts and complimented the framing of the photography. I fear I won't be able to keep avoiding this conversation. I agreed to meet her at Boatman's Bar + Grill for lunch. Normally I have lunch delivered to my desk or bring something from home if I'm lucky. But my daughter is in town so I carved out an hour to spend with her. Boatman's is a simple wing bar with pool and darts. It's the kind of place I imagine Florence picks up guys. I could imagine her leaning over the pool table pretending she needs help. I pull into Boatman's and park right next to Florence's pink car. The whole concept of Boatman's is that the restaurant is shaped like a boat. They give kids sailor hats and cheap eyepatches. I have a picture on my office desk of all my children wearing them. Florence is ten-years-old in that picture and Lilly was coherent.
I exit the vehicle, walk through the swinging doors, and step foot on the 'deck' of the restaurant. I scan my surroundings and see mostly couples or businessmen like me on their lunch break. If it were later in the day this place would be packed with children. I see a familiar hand waving and focus in on Florence sitting in a booth near the back. She's wearing a floral summer dress that shows nearly all her cleavage. I walk over to the booth and Florence gets out of her seat and hugs me. She returns to her seat and I take the seat across from her.
"Did a waiter come yet?" I ask while looking around for one.
"I already ordered for both of us," she says confidently. "Sliders and cheese fries for you and tenders and macaroni for me,"
"Your flavor palate has not changed since you were six."
"I like what I like."
"I ordered you that one time when you were a kid and you've never strayed."
"I like it because it reminds me of you."
Florence looks at me and smiles. There is sincere love and gratitude all over her face and posture. She can let her hair down around me and just exist as my daughter. The spiky-haired water sets a glass of water with lemon in the rim in front of Florence. He sets down a Dr. Pepper in front of me. I can only identify it as a black cola but Florence knows what I like. He puts two paper-wrapped straws in the middle of the table and says "your food will be ready shortly."
Florence picks up both straws and tears them open in one pull. She removes each straw from the paper and places them in our drinks. She smiles at me as she takes a sip from her water. She does this little shoulder roll dance she always does when she is in a good mood. I take a sip from the Dr. Pepper and it's slightly watered down but still good.
"So, dad, what'd you think of the pictures?" Florence asks proudly.
"Uhm, well," I begin and scratch the top of my head. "I told you they were good."
"Yeah, you said the framing and lighting was good. But do you think I think look good in them?"
"I only looked at a few of them because there are tons in there. But you looked good, honey, you always look good. You're my beautiful daughter."
"She's not going to post all of them online, just the best ones. I didn't expect you to look at all of them. I'll send you my personal favorite ones later."
"Sure."
My daughter is casually discussing sending me nudes like it's a new song she likes. I feel like I am losing my mind. I got an erection looking at my daughter's pussy and open ass last night and she wanted me to look at them. Florence goes on about the process of nude photography and the history behind the craft. I take a few more big sips of my drink and listen intently. The waiter sets our orders down in front of us and his eyes linger on my daughter. She tilts her head and gives the waiter a sultry smile. He nervously walks away and Florence giggles.
"I'm going to pose again when the next semester starts and I couldn't be more excited," Florence tells me.
"I'm glad you're passionate about it, honey," I respond.
Florence dips her tenders in the macaroni like she always has. She tells me about school and her social life and I tell her about work. Talking to my daughter like a peer instead of a kid is one of the greatest joys of fatherhood. We can talk politics and economics with each other and I don't have to dumb it down. She's already smarter than me in a lot of things. No topic is off-limits anymore. I tell her about my coworkers and their mistresses. I tell her about how my assistant wants to have a fling with me. She tells me that she had her first threesome a few months ago and wasn't a big fan of it. This conversation reminds me of early conversations with her mother. When we just traded stories back and forth getting to know each other. We were only kids so it wasn't as juicy but the feeling is the same. I feel like I am getting to know who Florence is outside of being my daughter. If I were twenty years younger and in college, I'm sure we'd be great friends.
"Stop me if I'm prying but..." Florence begins and pauses. "How's the bedroom activities been?"
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"You know..." She says back and makes a circle with her thumb and index finger. She pushes her other index finger through the hole and rolls her eyes back. I put my hand over her hands to cover up the obscene gesture. She just laughs and takes a sip from her straw. "So how's your sex life?"
Florence is grown and definitely experienced enough to have this conversation. The father in me winces at the idea of discussing sex with my little girl. The horny older man in me is turned on by a hot young woman asking about my sex life. We've only been here for a short while but men and women have been glancing at my beautiful daughter. People don't know that we're related and some men have given me a thumbs-up. I guess we look like a couple from afar. Lunch so far has felt like my early dates with her mother. Lilly is the only woman I've dated. Florence is so young but has way more dating experience than me.
"It's not that good," I answer honestly.
"When was the last time you had sex?" She asks quietly with her hands over mine.
"I don't know, weeks ago maybe. I can't really get lost in it like before. I'm just wondering if she is all the way there the whole time."
"I hooked up with a guy with hidden mental issues. He wasn't like mom but he was kinda psycho. I was on top of him and he suddenly threw me off and called me a demon."
"Florence, I always trust your judgment and assume you're being safe. But leaked nudes and a psycho guy? Are you sure you're okay out there?"
"Psycho guy was a one-off."
Florence makes a lot of mistakes but she learns from them. Judging by the conversation she is far more mature than she was in high school. I trust her to make good judgements as much as I trust her to make more mistakes. I wouldn't be as successful as I am if I didn't fail and lose everything in the past.
"Just want to make sure you're okay," I say reassuringly. "You can call me if you're ever in trouble."
"Dad, I'm fine," Florence says. "This is about you, not me. You've not gotten any action in weeks?"
"Yep."
"Holy shit."
"And before that it was months."
"MONTHS!"
Everyone in the restaurant looks at our table but Florence isn't embarrassed. We lean in close to where our foreheads are nearly touching. Admittedly, this is the most couple-like I've been in years. I haven't had a stimulating conversation with Lilly in quite a while. Lilly used to get passionate in public and say words loudly in places you're supposed to be quiet. I feel a part of my spirit waking up. it's not because we're talking about sex. It's because we're talking about something.
"You've not had pussy in months, dad?" Florence whispers loudly. "What's the point of marriage then?"
"You're mom is not well," I whisper back.
"I know it's just sad because you're such a good man. I know it doesn't seem like it. But when I settle down I want to be with a guy just like you. I think it's beautiful how you take care of mom even if she can't thank you for it."
"She'll always be my girl."
The waiter takes our dishes away and leaves the bill in the middle of the table. Florence snatches it away before I can even reach for it. She digs into her beige purse that was sitting out of site next to her thighs. She pulls out two twenty-dollar bills and leaves them on the table. I thank her for the gesture even though I send her money every week. I inadvertently paid for lunch but the action was still sweet. We walk out to the parking lot and stand in the gap between our cars.
"I've gotta get back to the office, sweetheart," I say and hug Florence tight. I squeeze her and lean back, lifting her off the ground.
"I love you, dad," she says as I let her go. "If it ever feels like it's too much you can call me too. I know I'm not mom but I love you and I'm always in your corner."
"I know I can," I say, trying to hold back tears. "I love you, honey."
We kiss each other on the cheek and get in our cars. I look over and Florence is waving to me through her window. She blows me a kiss, reverses out of the parking space, and drives away. I inhale and exhale deeply and wipe tears from my eyes with my forearm. This was a much-needed lunch but also dangerous. I'm feeling butterflies in my stomach for my daughter. I enjoyed having almost flirtatious banter over lunch. Having a meaningful conversation with a young lady I care about evokes something primal in me. Being a man is taking care of your family and setting an example. But feeling like THE man is moments like this. Hearing a woman laugh at things you say and be engaged in conversation with you is what I've missed. I can almost feel my testosterone raise just from an hour with my daughter.
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So the tension isn't just one-sided and it's been an awkward couple of weeks. Florence is leaving for school tomorrow and we've been nothing but flirty. Our text conversations have become something I look forward to. When my phone goes off at work I am excited to see what my daughter has to say. The deeper I let myself sink into this taboo the guiltier I feel. Lilly was supposed to be home last week but they suggested we transfer her to an institution for a while. I visit her with Florence and then we go on a date after. I'm calling them dates now because that is what they are. I get dressed and put on cologne for them. I care about what my hair looks like during our outings. Florence is always flaunting what she's got so there hasn't been any change for her there. She sent me her favorite nudes from the photoshoot...along with some new nudes she took. She justified it by saying it was to show how she'd be posing in the next photo shoot. But I doubt the next shoot will involve an up-close pussy picture with her hand spreading her lips open.
I've given in numerous times and masturbated to images of my daughter. The first time I caved in I was watching porn and opened up her pictures as I came. The next time I opened up her nudes halfway through the session. Now they are the only thing I touch myself to. It reminds me of how I felt with Joan but this is much deeper. It doesn't feel like infidelity. I don't think either of us wants to be a couple. I know Florence wants to marry a man her age someday and have a family. In a perfect world, I would be faithful to my wife. But in a perfect world, my wife wouldn't be struggling the way she is. So far it's just been innocent compliments and lingering glances. It all feels so wrong and all the more thrilling. I've never appreciated my daughter's body until now. I understand the hold she has over men. When she walks into a room she is the main attraction. Her porcelain skin and lovely curves are attractive in a classic way.
Frank is at a concert with friends tonight and Sadie is at a house party. This is the first time we've had real alone time at the house. A part of me wants this to go further but I am retreated in my room. She'll go off to college, hook up with some guys, and forget about that weird semester break with her dad. I'm on my side of the bed leaning against the headboard. I hear a knock on my door and I already know who it is.
"Come on in Florence," I say.
Florence opens the door and gently closes it behind her as if to hide the fact that she's here. Nobody is in the house but us so I don't know who she's hiding the shame from. She's wearing yellow short shorts and a lowcut black T-Shirt that reads: Directed by Quentin Tarantino. She giggles nervously and waves. No words are exchanged but I can see everything she wants in her eyes. I've seen her naked so often that I can almost see through her clothing. I can imagine her breasts and nipples through the shirt. I can visualize how her pussy lips would rest in the pose she is standing in. I've seen her photographed in numerous poses. I know all the spots on her body the skin would roll if she bends in certain ways. Florence walks over to Lilly's side of the bed and sits down next to me against the headboard. This makes the infidelity feel all the more real. My horny daughter is sitting in the spot where my wife used to read books until she fell asleep.
My daughter looks at the back of her hand, pulls at the skin, and says, "let's have sex."
I stay silent for minutes just hoping that maybe she'll just go back to Sadie's room. I'm looking straight ahead at the turned-off television. I can see Florence looking at me from my peripherals.
"I'm married," I say without looking at her.
"Isn't it funny that you bring that up before the fact that I'm your daughter?" Florence says with a laugh.
"I was going to if you kept persisting."
"Let's just remove 'daughter' from the equation for a moment. You're a married man that isn't gettin' any and might not get any for years to come. Do you think you could do that?"
"I'm no cheater... If I was it wouldn't be with my own flesh and blood."
Florence slides her left hand down her shorts and closes her eyes. Her finger moves in and out of her pussy and it's quite audible. I haven't heard a pussy that wet in a few years. She's only slowly moving the finger and it sounds so wet and gushy. I look away from her in shame.
"Look at me, daddy!" Florence moans. "I'm doing this for you."
"Is this what this is about?" I ask, irritated. "You think I can't get any sex so you're throwing me some pity pussy?"
No!" Florence answers and takes her hand out of her shorts. She puts both her hands on the sides of my face and looks me in the eyes. The wetness from her pussy touches my cheek and I can smell its delicious scent. "I'm doing this for you but I'm also doing this for me. You don't understand how damn attracted to you I am, dad."
"You..you really desire me?"
"I don't want to freak you out but I've wanted to fuck you ever since I learned how to fuck."
"Wait, what?"
Florence swings her leg over and mounts me. She pulls my face forward and gives me a tongue-heavy kiss. Her tongue dances around my mouth licking everywhere. It clashes with mine and teases the roof of my mouth. Her lips are almost unrealistically soft. I can't believe this is a thing that is happening. With experienced precision, she pulls my pants and boxers down with her feet. This reminds me of my time with Joan. She was also far more sexually experienced than I was at the time. Florence quickly pulls down her shorts and flings them across the room. Her wet pussy hovers over my hard cock. She puts her hand under my chin and squeezes the sides of my cheeks, forcing my tongue out. She leans forward and licks my tongue. She tilts her head back and gently spits into my mouth. I never thought I'd be into that but I let out a low moan. Before I finish the moan she sinks down onto my cock and I am fully inside my daughter's wet pussy.
"SHIT!" My daughter shouts as her shoulders shake. "Daddy!"
I have no words to say. The only sounds coming from my mouth are pants and groans. Florence pulls off her shirt and throws it by her shorts. She rocks her hips back and forth while I match her thrusts. I'm inside my daughter on the bed I share with my wife. I feel like a cheat and a scoundrel somehow it makes it all more thrilling. My daughter's pussy is by far the wettest one I've experienced. I think I'm going to have to change the bedsheets after tonight. The liquid just flows from her pussy with every movement. My balls and general groin area are wet and sticky. White creamy residue flows out of my little girl. I'm not sure if it's my precum or all from her.
"Daddy!" She moans into my ear as her tits press into my chest. I only respond with a groan. "I need you to say something, daddy."
"fUUcK," I let out.
"It's all yours daddy, did you know that? This pussy is for you because you made it."
Florence slows down and I match her pace. She kisses me on the lips gently and wraps her arms around me. For a few minutes, we just remain still with my hard cock buried inside her. I feel so bonded with her right now. This is the true pair bonding I've needed all this time. Tears begin to flow from my eyes and I hold my daughter even tighter.
"Daddy, it's okay," she says, rubbing the back of my head. Without moving, her pussy squeezes on my dick while she comforts me. "I'm here for you. We have each other, right?"
"Right," I confirm. I loosen my grip and bring my face down to her large breasts. I kiss them and and lick on both nipples. "I love you so much, Florence."
"I love you more," she says playfully.
Her hips begin to move and resume back to the previous pace. I match her pace with my hips and every thrust going down on a roller coaster. It's unbelievable how good my little girl feels. Florence takes my left hand and puts it behind her. She grabs my index finger and puts it up her ass. Lilly was never into this but I always wanted to try it. I finger my daughter's tight little asshole as I thrust into her. She moans more because there is double the pleasure. When she thrusts forward she is going into my cock. When she thrusts back, my finger is going in her ass.
"I'm gonna fucking cum!" Florence shouts as her whole body shakes. "I'm already cumming! Fuck!"
Hearing those words immediately causes me to respond in kind. I start cumming deep inside of her. She stops thrusting and presses her hips into mine so my dick is as deep as it can be. I shove my finger deeper in her ass and finger fuck it as we both cum. She lets out a loud shriek and collapses in my arms. We remain in silence for a few moments. The feeling of disgust and guilt never washes over me though. I thought I'd bust a nut and feel horrible about myself. But I just want to hold her all night and kiss every inch of her body. I want my daughter to skip the next semester of college so we can make love for months. She kisses me all over my face and licks my neck a few times. I take my finger out of her ass and she slowly rises from my cock. My half-soft erection falls from her pussy and a wave of our juices crash out of her. She rolls over and lies on my wife's side of the bed. Her tits rise and fall as she pants.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" Florence asks breathily.