My Daughter, the Gymnast

Molly used that tone of voice all the time. It was phrased as a question, but it wasn't. Even if I told MJ 'no', I would wake to find her sleeping where she had said.

"As long as you're wearing both a pyjama top and bottom, or at least have knickers on, fine."

MJ rolled her eyes and went and got her quilt.

I usually sleep naked, but with MJ there, I wasn't going to do that, so I put a pair of boxers and a T-shirt on and then got into bed.

MJ lay her head on my chest, just like her mother used to do all those years ago, then promptly fell asleep.

I lay there wide awake for a very long time trying to will my rampant erection away.

It was after 3.00 before I finally drifted off and immediately began to dream.

It was like I was drifting in an endless white cloud. Drifting happily, I became aware of a voice calling me.

"Pauly, Pauly. I'm here. Where are you?"

That was a voice I would recognise underwater and behind a concrete wall.

Surging towards Molly's voice, the clouds parted, and I was gazing at my wife on a hilltop in the late summer sun. Molly hadn't changed one bit from when we were together. This wasn't the cancer-ravaged body she had died in. This was my Molly, all 5-foot (152 cm) and 99 lbs (45 kg) of her, looking just as beautiful as she did on our first night as lovers.

In my dream, I took her in my arms and kissed her. It felt so real I swear I could feel Molly's lips against mine.

"I miss you so much, my love," I told her. "I can't do this anymore. It's all too hard without you."

"'My love', I still love you calling me that, Pauly boy. Our time together again will come, but not yet. You have to see the boys to full maturity and to see MJ married and meet her first child before you can join me."

I wanted to protest, but it was Molly. I could never refuse her.

I nodded, "Of course, my love, if that is how it must be, then that is what I will do."

Molly smiled her beautiful smile for me.

I knew I was dreaming, but it seemed so real, especially when Molly got 'that look' in her eyes.

With a naughty grin, my dream Molly dropped to her knees and took my rock-hard dick out of my trousers, cupped my balls in one hand, took my shaft in the other, and then took me into her mouth.

I lasted about as long as I did that first night more than 24 years ago.

Groaning fit to burst, I came.

Groping my way out of my dream, I became vaguely aware of MJ, shifting off my chest and rolling onto her side, facing away from me.

I slid my hand inside my boxers to check out how much mess I'd made and to decide if I needed to change. Weirdly, although my cock and groin were damp, there was no sperm to be found.

I'd had many 'wet dreams' since Molly left me, but this was the first 'dry' wet dream I'd ever had or heard of, if that was what it was.

My mind and body felt as relaxed and destressed as it usually does after I've orgasmed, so I was certain I'd cum, but no mess, hmm, strange.

It was only early when I awoke again. The sun was up and lit the room in a soft glow.

MJ was still sleeping on her side, a little away from me, so I could slip out of bed without waking her.

I stood looking down at my beautiful daughter. Sleeping like this made her look so sweet and innocent, and my heart swelled with love for her.

A breeze blew softly through the open window and shifted the curtains momentarily open. In the better light, I was sure I could see a small stain of dried cum on MJ's right cheek.

'Must be just dried saliva from some drool,' I told myself, unable to contemplate that my daughter may have given me a blow job as I dreamt of her mother.

Val's birthday was the Friday night, so those of us already there had dinner together. Marcie cooked. Val's party was the next night once everyone who could attend had arrived. It was a riotous affair with lots of alcohol drunk and plenty of food and laughter and jokes.

Pat and Val had invited all of their immediate neighbours to celebrate with them, so there were no noise complaints or other neighbour problems. It was nearly sun up by the time the last of the revellers quietened down and went to sleep.

The next morning all of Val's grandchildren took her to a breakfast they had planned. Pat had gathered the rest of the family and had taken them on a fishing trip. Neither Molly Junior nor I liked to fish, so somehow, we finished up alone at Pat and Val's house.

"Aren't you going to breakfast with Val?" I asked.

"Nah," MJ replied. "I'll take nana for lunch some other time. I just needed a break from the noise."

"It does get a bit much now we're used to just you and me, doesn't it, babe?"

"Sure does," MJ replied.

I had drunk a little more than I should have last night and felt a little queasy and headachy.

"I'm going to have a nap, MJ," I told her. "You right on your own for a time?"

"Sure thing, Dad," MJ replied. "I might run through some exercises to sweat the alcohol out, okay?"

I went and lay on MJ's old bed. Molly and I had consummated our love for each other on the same bed.

I don't know how much time had passed before the sound of something breaking awoke me.

Getting out of bed, I looked for the reason for the sound. I found MJ in the lounge. She had done a cartwheel across the lounge room floor, but she had misjudged the distance, and her right foot had crashed into the wall, broken through, and had gotten stuck.

Her head had somehow wedged behind the sofa.

My daughter was standing on her left foot, with her right foot stretched over her head and stuck in the hole her hitting it had caused.

MJ had put a leotard on. This one had a couple of clips in the groin so the wearer could undo those to go to the loo without having to take the leotard completely off.

The silver clips glinted in the light.

Weirdly, MJ wasn't calling out for help, just trying to extricate herself, but she was stuck pretty fast.

I looked at my daughter's barely covered snatch and perineum, and I swear the leotard looked damp.

Just then, something came over me. Suddenly I was hornier than a randy goat when the nannies are in heat.

I looked at MJ's barely covered snatch, 'Did I dare?' I thought.

Creeping quietly, I moved closer to MJ.

'Definitely wet,' I thought. 'But from what? Sweat or arousal?'

When I was closer, my mind went, 'Arousal. I'd recognise that smell anywhere because it's exactly as Molly used to smell when we made love.'

My daughter was stuck and couldn't see a damned thing past the couch her head was jammed behind, but should I? I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to taste my daughter's pussy.

Safe in the knowledge she would never know who did it, I gently unclipped her leotard. MJ's trimmed but still hairy pussy sprang into view.

MJ moaned but voiced no complaint, so I lowered my mouth onto the entrance of her vulva and began to tongue her. It didn't take very long before MJ exploded.

Her 'peach nectar' poured from her pussy in a gushing flow. MJ, as her mother was, was a squirter. I eagerly lapped up all her juices.

MJ was moaning and thrusting her hips back and forth with undisguised desire, so I slipped a finger inside her pussy. My finger only got a little way in before encountering MJ's hymen.

My lusts were singing, my heart was pounding, and my legs were trembling. My brain wasn't thinking my dick was.

I knew, no matter what happened because of this, I was going to take my daughter's virginity.

Because her hymen was still intact, I couldn't bring MJ to orgasm by fingering her Gspot, so I lowered my mouth back onto her vulva and began to run my tongue in long strokes from her perineum to her clitoris.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, Oh God," was all MJ could say as I swirled my tongue over her clit and lapped at her labia as well as sticking my tongue as deep into her vulva as her hymen would allow.

"OMFG!" MJ almost screamed. "I'm cumming!"

As MJ erupted into a squirting orgasm again, I straightened, took my rigidly stiff 7-inch cock in my right hand, and aimed it at the entrance to her cunt.

MJ squirted as she came, paused to moan "OMFG" again and then squirted again as another orgasmic spasm hit her. As MJ thrust her hips forwards in time to her cum spasm, I bent my knees and pushed my rock-hard cock back at her forward-thrusting perineum.

For the second time in my life, I felt the momentary exquisite resistance before a hymen ruptures under the assault of a rampant penis before sliding deep into my daughter's hot and extremely tight cunt. I saw the quick splash of blood spray from MJ's pussy as her hymen parted. It was undeniably beautiful.

MJ gave a deep grunt as my cock broke through and slid deep into her.

Holding still, I gave my daughter a chance to become accustomed to having her most intimate space filled with cock.

I heard my daughter moan for a few brief seconds before she tentatively pushed her pussy back at my cock.

Working slowly, I started to rock my hips back and forth. MJ was soon moving with me, thrusting her hips forward to meet my thrusts and swinging them back as I pulled away.

MJ began emitting low guttural grunts. The grunts turned to barely understandable words before changing to high-pitched screams.

"Fuck me, please. OMFG, that feels so good. Fuck me, my darling man!"

Taking her cue, I began to thrust harder and faster into her. Before long, I was pounding my daughter with everything I had. The harder my pubic bone hit MJ's clit, the louder she got. The faster I thrust in and out, the higher-pitched her voice became.

In the end, MJ's words devolved into a high pitched almost squeal of, "FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

MJ was squirting over and over as I thumped into her. The feeling of my daughter's juices pouring over my balls was too much, and with a barely stifled groan of my own, I started cumming into my daughter.

Feeling cum squirting into her sent MJ into another round of squirting orgasmic events. I'd spurt into her, and she'd squirt over me.

It felt so incredibly hot and sexy that I must've come at least seven or eight times before my shuddering hips stopped.

I stroked into MJ one last time as she moaned and shook in one last orgasm.

Shame immediately hit me. I had just 'ruined' my daughter. Taken her virginity and cum inside her. Fuck! I didn't even know if she was on the pill, and I hadn't used a condom. What if I'd made my daughter pregnant?

What would Molly have done to me if she was alive to know of this? 'Probably killed me,' I thought.

MJ was still shuddering with post-orgasmic bliss as I gently lifted and twisted her foot so I could extricate it from the hole in the wall.

I gave the foot a hard backward shove so MJ would fall over behind the couch and bolted out the door back to the bedroom.

I wanted to pray MJ wouldn't be able to right herself in time to see who had just deflowered her, but I knew that was adding another wrong to an already unforgivable act.

Back in the room I was sharing with MJ, I quickly stripped to bare and hid my cum and blood-stained boxers in the bottom of our luggage bag, grabbed a towel, and headed for the shower to wash the evidence of my act away.

The bathroom door's lock hadn't worked since I was a kid and stayed there.

Deep in thoughts of my betrayal and suffering from guilty pangs, I didn't notice the bathroom door opening or MJ slipping inside.

I first noticed her when she opened the shower curtain and stepped into the shower with me.

Shocked, I said, "MJ! What are you doing?"

"This, daddy."

And MJ grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for a passionate kiss.

MJ grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. Despite my shame and shock, I was desperately hard again in no time.

"It's okay, daddy," MJ moaned. "I wanted you to find me. I wanted you to be my first lover. No one I've met compares, and I want this to be. That's why I pretended to be stuck."

"It's wrong, MJ," I said even as I groaned to her strokes. "Fathers shouldn't have sex with their daughters."

"Even if it's what mum wanted?"

"You can't possibly know what your mother wanted, MJ. She died just after you were born."

"She left me a diary describing all her hopes and wants for me. In the diary, she asked, no, she demanded, that I look after you. Look after all your needs until it was time for you to join her.

She even explained that I would have to seduce you because you would never take me as your lover if I didn't."

"How come I've never seen this diary?"

"Because it was delivered to me from your lawyer's early on the morning of my fifteenth birthday. I had no idea of its existence before then either.

Oh, don't worry, it was full of admonishments to wait until it was legal for me to seduce you. But I would have, anyway. If I'd tried anything before my eighteenth, you would probably have spanked me and told me off."

MJ kissed me passionately again. I responded, despite myself, and we were soon locked into a twirling, swirling dance of tongues.

It felt so much like it did when I was with Molly that I was sure, somehow, Molly was here with us. That Molly was, in some weird way, sharing space inside her daughter's mind, and it was my gorgeous late wife that I was once again joyfully mating with.

I picked MJ up, and she wrapped her thighs around my hips, just as her mum used to.

MJ could feel my hard steel rod just bare millimetres from the entrance to her vulva, so, like her mother before her, she let her thighs relax and slid down.

This time was different from my and Molly's first night. I didn't cum to the sweet feeling of MJ's pussy close to the head of my cock. Instead, my cock slid deliciously inside her.

I turned so I could push MJ against the shower wall. With our tongues still dancing, I started to thrust inside my daughter.

MJ's head lolled back, and she moaned deeply, "You feel so good inside me, daddy. I've waited for this so long that now it is happening I feel fucking fantastic. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your little princess hard."

I lifted my hands to grasp the tops of MJ's shoulders. Holding her tightly to me and pressing firmly against the wall, the warm water coursing so gorgeously over our lithe naked bodies, I began to fuck my daughter in earnest.

Building up a rhythm quickly, I was soon pulling MJ hard down onto my rigidly erect dick as I forcefully drove my hips up and into her.

MJ's head was bouncing all over the place as she gave herself to the supreme pleasure of being well and truly fucked.

I could feel myself nearing that exquisite point of no return when MJ's head snapped up, and her eyes flew open.

"Cum in me, Pauly boy. Cum in me, my love, and I'll cum with you."

It was Molly speaking, I'm sure.

That long ago heard demand proved to be my undoing. With an expansive groan, I ejaculated inside my daughter's tight, hot and very wet pussy.

MJ came with me. We were once again exchanging fluids in rapid sequence with each other. I'd cum, shooting semen inside her, and MJ would moan and gush fluids over me. I'd grunt and spurt, and MJ would mirror my grunts and squirt her juices onto my tightly squeezed balls.

It was fucking fantastic!

The water running cold finally brought us back to ourselves.

Stepping back from the wall, I wrapped my arms around my daughter and squeezed her fiercely to me.

"I love you, MJ. What we're doing is so wrong, but I'm yours until your mother calls me home."

"I love you, too, daddy. Stop worrying. What others don't know, they can't worry about. Once we're back home, no one will ever realise we're lovers as well as dad and daughter."

I found my phone and checked the time.

"Plenty of time before everyone is likely to be back. Do you want to come to bed and make love again?"

"Yes, please, daddy."

So we did, and it was beautiful. MJ rode me as her mother had all those years ago. All I had to do was concentrate on not cumming, and add stimulation as MJ seemed to need it.

I'd caress her nipples as she climbed Cum Mountain, then change to twisting and pulling on them gently as she closed in on her peak. Finally, I'd flick them with my thumb and forefinger as MJ reached her peak and began tumbling down the other side into orgasmic bliss.

After what seemed like a lifetime, MJ fell forward onto my chest and kissed me.

"I want to lie on my back, with you between my thighs, so I can stare into your eyes as you cum inside me, daddy," she moaned.

I rolled MJ over and slid deep inside her velvety pussy. I didn't want to 'fuck' her. I wanted to rock her into nirvana gently, so I moved with her as I ground my pubic bone against her clitoris.

MJ started to jerk and thrust back up at me.

"I'm ready, daddy," she told me. Her breath coming in short sharp gasps.

Releasing all restraints, I roared into my orgasm.

"FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEE, Molly. I'm CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMINNNG." I yelled.

MJ clung to my shoulders and screamed through her orgasm with me.

I wanted to sleep but knew if we did, we'd be caught naked and covered in sex fluids by the family a little later in the afternoon.

Forcing myself to move, I carried MJ back to the shower and gently and carefully washed her clean of all evidence of our lovemaking.

Grabbing an extra blanket from the linen cupboard in the hall, I encouraged MJ into her pyjamas and then carried her into the lounge to sleep on the sofa.

Gathering our clothes and all the bed linen, I ran them through the wash and put them in the drier.

Once they were dry, I remade our bed.

To make sure, I carefully inspected the area in the lounge where I had deflowered my daughter. Satisfied there was no evidence of our misdeeds, I was finally able to take a much-needed nap.

I woke to the sounds of laughter and loud conversations. All of the family had returned.

Yawning, I wandered to the outside entertainment area where everyone was having a few drinks and nibblies.

MJ acted as host and ensured the hot pies and pasties were handed around and that everyone had a drink.

I noticed she kept taking discreet glances at a guy PJ had brought home with them.

"Hey, dad. Good to see you're finally back alive," PJ said with a laugh. "Do you remember Luke from when I was at school?"

I vaguely remembered a weedy guy called Luke that PJ had hung around with when we were all living here. But this guy was a man. A real man. Tall, with a big bushy beard, deep-set eyes and a rough and ready voice.

"Hey, Mr Johnson. Long-time no see." Luke said.

"Hiya Luke. Paul is fine."

Luke turned to watch MJ bend over to pick up some paper cups that had been carelessly dropped onto the grass.

MJ used her gymnastics skills to keep her legs straight and bend from the hips to pick them up. Her pert, tiny, but perfectly round ass was emphasised in the shorty shorts she wore.

Luke was suddenly sporting a huge tent in the front of his shorts.

Catching sight of me looking at him, he coloured and turned quickly away.

I had to smile to myself.

Later, I cornered Pat and Val away from everyone else.

"Do you remember Molly's 18^th when you wondered if I would be having the same conversation with MJ's man that you and I had?"

They both nodded.

I carefully pointed my head in Luke's direction.

"Tomorrow morning, and with him, I reckon."

Pat and Val turned to study Luke. Luke was so engrossed in conversation with MJ he didn't notice us all examining him.

"Despite his appearance, Luke is a civil engineer with the council. The word is he's going into politics at the next election. MJ could do a lot worse," Pat murmured.

Val stepped in, "He's six years older than MJ, though. At her age, that's a lot."

"Six years physically older and about ten years younger, maturity-wise," I replied. "Look at your granddaughter. You think he stands any chance whatsoever?"