Old Sins for a New Generation

“Penelope!” You say in your best stern fatherly tone. “No!”

“Hmmm.” She coos as her hand finds your cock and balls. It hadn't just slipped under your jammies but also your underwear meaning that bare palm was fondling your junk directly, skin to skin. “Ohhhh, Daddyyy.” Her hot breath washes across your ear as her thumb and index finger take your semi-flaccid penis between them. While her other fingers stroke and tickle your balls that finger and thumb begins to stroke.

“Penny.” You whisper with faltering authority. “We can’t…”

“Shhhhh.” As she continues to softly stroke, stroke, stroke. Against your will your manhood begins to respond. “Mmmm.” She hums lustily as she feels you swell to her touch.

You push against her hand only to have your Herculean daughter press your wrists even tighter into your chest. You try to kick out but she had guessed that move and wrapped her powerful legs over yours to pin them down. You’d known for years that Penelope was stronger than you but this was the first time it had actually been put to the test. Knowing it and feeling it were two different things. The ease with which your sweetheart daughter could control you and manhandle you humbled whatever illusions of paternal brawn you had remaining. Realizing just how futile it was you stop struggling.

“Penny.” You whisper again, your tone now pleading. “We can’t. This is wrong.”

She nibbles the edge of your ear then says. “It was wrong with Mom too.”

“Penny…”

“Don’t you love me as much as you did her?”

“Of course I love you!

“I love you toooo!” Her strokes quicken. “I love my Daddy more than…anything!”

“Baby. We…we can’t…” You let out a hard breath as sensation of her soft finger and thumb running up and down your shaft felt better with each slow stroke. God! It had been soooo long since anybody touched you there.

“He he he.” Penelope giggles. “You’re getting hard, Daddy. I think you like this more than you say.”

“Penny…fuuuck.”

“Uh ohhhh. It’s starting to feel good, isn’t it?”

“Penny…”

“I know what you get up to when you think I’m asleep. I saw those dirty sites you go to, Daddy. Verrry naughty.”

“Wha?”

“He he he. It’s okay. I like them too, Daddy. I like them very much.”

Knowing and dreading the answer you still cannot help but ask. “What s-sites?”

“Mmm.” She nuzzles your cheek then whispers. “Tabooooo. Oedipal looove. Forbidden lusssst.” She grips your hard six inches in her full, tight grip. “Incessssst!”

“Penny!”

“Shhhhhhh.” Her strokes begin again, faster than before.

This was wrong. So very, very wrong. And yet it was because it was wrong that it felt so fucking right. You should be struggling, you should be shouting, you should be fighting this with every fiber of strength you possessed. You had reformed yourself. You had protected your precious daughter from the sins of your family. This could not be allowed to happen! And yet…you find yourself giving over to it. Something deep inside of you wanted this. Though you’d been resisting the urges for as long as you could remember the Bailey flaw was still alive and strong in your twisted libido.

“I know you want this too.” Penny croons, her arm tightening around you as her raging erection surges against your back. “You don’t need to do anything. You don’t need to say anything. I’ll do it for us. Let me take care of you, Daddy. Just relax, watch the movie and…let it happen. He he he.” She nips at your shoulder. “Didn’t I tell you this was the best part?”

“Hahhhh.” You moan softly, the pleasure of her handjob forcing it from your lips.

“That’s it, Daddy. Let me make you feel good.” With a twist of her arm she pulls your cock out into the open. She rests her chin on your shoulder as the pair of you stare down at her hand running up and down your member. “It’s smaller than I thought it would be.”

“Penny…”

“It’s okay. I like it. I’m just…used to mine.” She stops dab your tip with her index finger. As she pulls away a glimmering line of precum stretches from finger to knob. “He he he! You are enjoying this.” She quickly begins stroking again. “I am too, Daddy.”

“Ohhhh fuck.” You groan as the pressure begins to grow.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” She kisses you. “It took being away from you for me to understand.”

“Under…stand?” You gasp, trying mightily to hold back your nut.

“Men like you need a woman to take control. Ohhhhh!” She moans as once again her cock flexes through the pillow. “I’m a woman now, Daddy. I know what you need.”

“Ohhh. Fuck.” You writhe as the pressure nears its pinnacle. “Penny!”

“He he he! You’re not gonna cum already, are you Daddy?” Instead of slowing down or letting up her grip tightens and her jerking speeds up. “You must be REEEALLY excited!”

“Ohhh, fuck! Fuck! MMMM!”

“Yes, Daddy!” Penny hisses. “Cum for me! Cum for your little girl!”

“NNNNGHHHHH!!!” With a buck of your hips a long rope of creamy cum shoots straight up into the air. As if in slow motion you and Penelope watch it rise to just over head level, hover for an instant, then come splattering back down over the shirt of your pajamas.

“OH DADDY!”

“Hnnngh! Mmmmm! Fffffcuuuck!” Even as Penny pumps wad after gooey wad of semen from your throbbing cock you are still trying to hold it back, which only adds to the intensity of an already mind-blowing orgasm. Waves of pure bliss course through you as you grunt and hump through your climax. You hadn’t cum like this since…Elsie. “Nnnnghhh!”

“Yes. That’s it. Let it all out.” Penny holds you tight as she milks you to the last, drizzling drop. “I love youuuu!”

The deed done the room goes quiet except for the movie that continued to play and your shuddering breath. Without another word Penelope tucks you back into your underwear, pulls up your pajamas, then wraps her arms around you in a big, warm hug. As your glistening load soaks into your shirt you sit there in stunned silence, unsure of what to say or how to react to what had just occurred. The silence stretches on until at last the credits begin to roll.

Acting as if nothing had happened Penelope slides out from behind you. When she stands you can see the full outline of her massive erection tenting her nightie. The sight of it stirs other buried temptations. With a glance and an impish smirk at the load drying on your belly she leans down and kisses your cheek. “Good night, Daddy.” She kisses you again…this time on the lips. “Mmm. It’s so good to be home.” With that she spins away from you then strides to her bedroom for the night, her hips swaying in an alluring way that you’d never allowed yourself to notice before.

Your insides a jumbled mess of guilt, indignation and a very confused afterglow you turn off the screen and just sit there in the dark.