Widower Jack

"I saw what you did. You lifted one hand and had your buddy 'Jonny' over here and everything was handled smoothly. I'll take a man-in-charge over some hot-headed child any day. ... Now, get up and dance with me properly."

I was a little abashed at being called out like that, so I just got up and led her out on the dance floor. And, as if planned, the DJ played a slow, romantic song and Amy wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed into me, and put her head on my shoulder as we began dancing. When the dance ended, she raised her head, kissed me on the check, and whispered, "I love you, Daddy." It seemed none of my plans were working out.

When we arrived home, I abandoned the Jack/Dad charade and pulled directly into the garage. I helped Amy out and we went into the house together.

I wasn't sure of how to proceed at that point. Our relationship had changed that evening and I really wasn't sure where we were and where we were headed. Even though I found Amy to be extremely desirable, there were still two major problems. The biggest, obviously, was that she was still my daughter but there was also the fact that she was still much more experienced than I was.

Amy, however, didn't appear to have any concerns about any of these issues. She came to me, hugged me and said, "You know that I've had sex with a lot of men, but did you know that no one has ever made love to me? Jack, I know you miss Beth and I would never try to replace her in your heart, but I'm here now and I do need you."

It may have been cruel of me, but I decided to try one last ploy. I reminded Amy that we had agreed that there would be no sex involved in our date nights and I intended to keep to that, and then I asked her to spend the night with me in my bed.

Since she wasn't aware of my little problem, I thought this might convince her that I had no sexual attraction to her at all. In my defense, I had read about mothers bonding with their newborn babies through skin-on-skin contact and I thought that really might be worth trying so that Amy and I could have our own bond even if it was non-sexual.

"You can't be serious. You want to take me to bed but you don't want to fuck me?"

"Well, even if I did, I'm saying I won't. You basically said you've never had a relationship with a man that was built on mutual trust and respect and that's what you want with me.

"Ever since you came back home, I've hoped you would meet someone you could happily spend the rest of your life with, but you've made it abundantly clear that you simply refuse to do that. You insist that I'm the only one you want, so here we are. This is how I want to continue our relationship."

"Do you honestly believe you could spend a night with me in your bed and do nothing? Really?"

"Well, if you recall, I've already done that, haven't I?"

Amy paused as she recalled the banquet night and then said, "Well, you were totally out of it, in a drunken stupor."

"That's true enough, but I want to spend a night holding you close, skin on skin. Tonight, I want us to bond in a non-sexual way before we even think about a sexual relationship. I know it sounds weird, but that's all I'm willing to do for now."

I guess Amy decided she would take what she could get and see if she could seduce me, so she agreed and we climbed into bed, together. We spooned and I wrapped my arm around her torso, under her breasts, and she pushed her butt into my groin and wiggled.

When she didn't get the physical response she expected, I hoped she was beginning to believe that I wasn't interested in her sexually. She kept making subtle efforts, but finally seemed to accept the situation and fell asleep in my arms.

She must have slept soundly because when I awoke Saturday morning, she was still in a deep sleep. This was the first time since she came home that I was awake before her, and I was glad I was.

Sometime during the night, my hand had crept up and I was cupping her breast and my 'problem' was a thing of the past since the stiffest erection I ever had was pressing against her backside, apparently seeking its natural home. I needed to think.

I quietly got out of bed, pulled on a robe, and went to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine. Then I went to take a very cold shower to kill my erection. I had locked the bathroom door to ensure my privacy, but it wasn't necessary since Amy was still sound asleep. I got a cup of coffee for myself and returned to the bedroom with one for Amy.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Here's some coffee for you."

Amy peeked at me from under her arm and then stretched and yawned. "I don't think I've ever slept so well as I did last night. Thank you, Daddy."

She took the cup and sipped, all the while looking at me. "Last night was wonderful," she said. "It got even better when I woke up in the middle of the night to find you molesting me."

I was flustered, making incoherent noises and she laughed, "I thought you were going to have your way with me, working my breasts and poking my backside with that monster of yours. I was disappointed when I heard you snoring. Why don't you come back to bed with me now and finish the job?"

I pulled myself together and replied, "Why don't you get yourself up while I go fix us some breakfast? Then we can talk."

Amy sat up in bed letting the sheet fall from her breasts and, in the angriest tone I had ever heard from her, said, "NO. We have talked and talked and talked. Time for talk is over. You need to come back to bed NOW."

I couldn't help smiling. Watching her breasts quivering in her rage had my erection returning and I knew that somewhere the Fates were having their cosmic chuckle at my futile attempts to avoid my destiny. I kept calm and merely said, "You look so cute when you're angry."

She didn't know what to say to that and pounded the mattress with her fists. I continued, "Go take a shower and brush your hair and then join me in the kitchen for breakfast. Don't bother dressing, just wear your robe. You won't be wearing it for very long, but, first, I'm going to need some fuel if I'm going to make love to you all morning, so you better hurry."

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Bacon and eggs, toast and marmalade, all together they made for an easy breakfast. I thought about omelets, but I would have had to skip the onions. Our conversation as we ate was no different than our typical Saturday morning banter because every time I tried to get serious, Amy would stop me and say, "Keep fueling, talk later."

When we finished, Amy was putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher when I walked over to help. As we stood side-by-side I joked, "Here we are, like an old married couple."

Amy laughed, "Okay, maybe we should go back to bed and 'rest.'"

With that she tugged on my bathrobe sash, pulling it open. I reached out and pulled hers as well. We were soon naked, wrestling playfully and I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I placed her on my bed and lay down beside her.

I looked into her eyes and said, "I can't believe we're doing this."

I knew that as long as we were talking we weren't doing anything else, but Amy was relentless, "Will you shut up and kiss me?"

So I kissed her. I was a little nervous, stage fright I think, and I tried not to overthink things. I just had to give Amy an experience like she had never had before. The fact that I hadn't had sex in months just made it that much more difficult.

I caressed her body with my hands and my lips, beginning with her shoulders and, working slowly, I crawled down until I was between her legs. I pressed my head between her legs and began to lick. Amy went, "Don't do that ... don't ... don't ... Don't Stop!" and I continued. I tongued her pussy as I reached up to pull at her nipples. She cried out when the orgasm hit her but I didn't stop. Instead, I slipped two fingers into her vagina and curled them to the backside of her clit which I began to suck. She was soon thrashing in a frenzy of multiple orgasms.

I was quite pleased with myself. Apparently, she had never had an experience where she was the focus of such attention. I doubted she could take any more but she gasped out, "Oh, god, fuck me now!"

So I did.

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It's been five years now. I often wonder if there was anything I could have done, or should have done, that would have made Amy's life better. I had made every possible effort to send this in a different direction when she returned home, but, things worked out just as Amy knew they would.

Early on, I worried that Amy had been testing me to see if I would give in to temptation and fail her once again, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Instead of paying some sort of price for not protecting my daughter better, it's more like I've been rewarded for doing a piss-poor job of it.

Our sex life will probably kill me. I'm continually amazed that Amy's experiences didn't leave her hard and embittered. Instead she laughs and says it was a good education in what men really like and I'm certainly getting the benefit of that.

In truth, Amy does seem to be happy, and that's all that really matters. She already had my last name, so if people want to think we're a married couple, that's on them. To those who suspect she's really my daughter, I simply show them the gold band on my wedding finger. Amy wears one just like it; they were her idea. What seals it for me, though, is that when we're in public, she calls me Jack, but at night, in bed, it's always Daddy.

I'd like to think I would still want her to have a normal life someday. Time will tell, but I have to admit we've never gone back to The Olde Public House.