Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

You and your tomboy daughter become closer.

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Close Encounters with Old FriendsText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Your daughter begged you not to go to school on Monday. Used every dirty, teasing trick in the book to try and get you to submit to spending yet another day rolling around inside her. She woke you up with a blowjob. Dragged you into the shower for an hour. Sat on your cock during breakfast… All while bending and stretching and generally failing to get dressed. When she finally seemed to be wearing her full uniform it was so late that you had to give her a ride to the gate, at which point she ‘realised’ she’d forgotten to put on any underwear…

You sent her off anyway. Guessing, quite accurately, that she’d enjoy the risque experience of spending all day without them. Your drive home was occupied with thoughts of her constantly and self-consciously tugging that short, pleated skirt down and nervously crossing her legs lest any teacher or fellow student glimpse her naked pussy. Thank the heavens she hadn’t worked out just how close you’d come to letting her play hookey once more. That would have been a slippery slope to no good end. The summer holiday was already a looming threat upon the horizon. How on earth were you going to keep her entertained enough to survive it?

Still as you stomped about the empty house, trying to get some work done, nothing you could do seemed to reset your focus… All you thought about was her. Her perfect little ass. Her budding breasts. The small, sly smile she wore just as you shot cum across it. So smug in receipt of proof from her titillating efforts. Those big, innocent eyes that sparkled with a thousand not-so-innocent thoughts. By the time the end of school came round you could barely sit still, waiting for the instant she came through the door and could be at the mercy of your deviant urges. You half-daydreamed about masturbating yourself to the very edge of orgasm. Holding yourself there just for that sublime moment, greeting her entrance with an immediate faceful of sticky surprise.

It was a good thing you didn’t… Though the fact that you were thinking about it did nearly enough damage. When you heard the lock turn you were already halfway down the hall… Where you were greeted by not one, but two, smiling young faces. You had to awkwardly swing into the kitchen doorway, as if that had been where you were heading all along… Just to hide the throbbing erection pyramiding the front of your pants.

The surprise visitor was a thin, ginger-haired girl you vaguely remembered from previous glimpses into your daughter’s social life. A timid, hideously-polite creature that seemed incapable of mumbling more than two words to an older man she didn’t know… even if they were a parent of her closest friend. A situation that did not seem to have improved as she appropriately shuffled through a hello in answer to your own, forcefully-cheerful greeting.

Why had your daughter invited her round? Was it because she knew exactly what state you would be in and wanted revenge for forcing her to go to school? Surely she couldn’t be faring much better? Having spent all day with the wind sweeping between her legs. The exuberantly cheeky kiss on the cheek she gave you seemed to confirm your suspicions. As did the quick flip-up of the back of her skirt once ‘Jane’ had passed by. Showing off that she was, indeed, still bare-assed beneath.

In fact for the whole period of her friend’s visit your child seemed to do nothing else but search for moments to flash herself at you, taking every opportunity she could. Meanwhile, you had absolutely no chance to chide or challenge her. Not with the poor, shy hostage of her game present. It wasn’t until they had both settled down to watch a movie, one of them waving her bare-legs out behind quite frivolously… that you finally got a chance to talk.

Upon hearing your daughter loudly excusing herself to go to the toilet from the next room, you quickly followed her in. Apparently she expected this… for she immediately turned round and kissed you, while dropping a hand to free and grasp your erection. You pulled your tongue out of her mouth as quickly as you could, and began a hushed interrogation. Though doing nothing to stop the stroking down below.

“*What are you doing? Bringing her here now?! What if I had been… undressed?! Is this some sort of kinky, little game to you?!*”

“*I’m Sorry! No… it’s not like that!*” She seemed to think for a second, still pumping her arm towards herself. “*Well, maybe it is a bit kinky… But that wasn’t why I invited her! There was an… incident at school… She gets bullied a lot. I used to look out for her, but lately… I’ve been a bit distracted, you know.*” She looked up at you with slightly accusatory eyes… as if any of this was on your intentions. But then pulled up her top to unveil her round little breasts and squeeze your cock between them.

“*Her home life sounds… awful… and hanging out with me after school used to be how she avoided it. After today… Well I thought she really needed somewhere to go… I am really sorry, I should have taken her to the mall or something… I just really needed to see you. It’s been awful, running around all day without any panties… Trying not to leave little damp patches wherever I’ve sat…*”

A wave of forgiveness swept through you. Your girl was just trying to be a good friend. While you had been so obsessed with your paranoid delusions about her relationship with you, as to forget how much that relationship was affecting her teenage life. Why shouldn’t she bring a friend round after school? She shouldn’t have to check whether you were in too much of a perverted mood that afternoon to risk company. All your indignation faded away… Though your horniness did not.

“*Well, okay then… Sorry I doubted you. You’re a good girl to look out for her like this. But you really should get back to her before we get caught. We can play later.*”

“*But you haven’t cum yet?! And you clearly need to! I’m not going to make you wait any longer… Look, it’s dark in there, I have an idea! Why don’t I go in first and lean over the back of the sofa. Just like I’m stretching my legs while watching the movie. Then you can come in, slip up between my ass cheeks and cum on my back. Like you used to before we started fucking. She’ll never notice… and you can’t be far off now.*”

She didn’t give you time to decide, pulling her top down and tugging you by the cock; which seemed to be just her leash to drag you by these days. Concealing this with her body she entered the darkened lounge, smiling a brief greeting to Jane… Who did indeed seem to be too engrossed in the film and intimidated by your following presence to give more than a glance. So it was that you slipped yourself up under the hemline of your daughter’s school skirt. Using her as a washboard for your pleasures while her unsuspecting classmate sat just in front. You tried desperately to keep your breathing low and quiet… Only failing to stifle a single grunt, as you shot a load all up the inside of that pleated covering.

Then tucking yourself away you left the girl’s to it. Your daughter awkwardly hanging over the sofa edge for the rest of the film. When it was finished you came to see Jane off; coughing at the damp patches above your daughter’s ass as she stood at the door and waved her friend away.

Academic Progress

After that day, things began to settle down around your home once more. A balance reached upon this new level of your familial relationship yet again. Your daughter made no further attempts to get out of school, guilt over her negligence to a friend perhaps… or simply content in the knowledge that this was the final week anyway. Surprisingly you also got her to agree to a rationing limit on your encounters, to protect each other’s health after that weekend of excess: You would only cum in each of her orifices once per day, in any order but with no exceptions.

The way you span it was that you missed the more tantalising build up of pleasuring each other… without constant, actual penetration. Which was, to be fair, true. Those weeks where you had both been dancing around your own taboo desires had had a specific delight to them. A morbid fascination in how far the other was willing to go, and a grimy joy to finding unconventional ways to pleasure yourself using your daughter. You could never quite go back to creeping into her room to tangle yourself in her hair… Your own bed would feel too empty then. But the return of movie-night thigh-fucks and surprising her with a sudden facial were sweet enough.

She had also taken it upon herself to learn some more advanced massage techniques: both sensual and conventional. Watching video lessons while practising on your tired, old frame. It was an occasionally painful, but ultimately rewarding and intimate way to spend an evening. She even gave you one when Jane came round again. The two girls able to chat away quite innocently while your daughter sat atop you. Clothed this time and careful to keep her hands in sensible places… while in view at least. Her flame-haired friend actually seemed to enjoy the close-knit nature of the pair of you. Opening up a little to talk to you while you lay upon the mat. She seemed a nice girl. A lot more naive than your daughter perhaps, but with that shy politeness of those who have been trodden on too many times to make any assumptions about others. You hoped your little girl wouldn’t abandon her again come the summer.

Yet the week passed faster than you could grasp… and suddenly you found yourself driving to their school on possibly the hottest afternoon yet. The sun blasted down on the mulling throngs as students and their parents milled about the schoolyard for the last time this semester. All those of your daughter’s age group were being called in for a final meeting about their grades and future before embarking on that last summer of true childhood.