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 18th 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?”