Last time

As I closed the door, I made everyone forget. It had been a perfectly normal Saturday. When Sarah awoke, it was with the memory that her latest effort to get me to give her a car had not succeeded. She thought she needed to keep trying. I couldn't wait to see what else she came up with. I was enjoying it too much to just have her normally. Every time the opportunity presented itself, Sarah would try to seduce me, and I would succumb to her blandishments, then make her forget, and the cycle would repeat itself. Over the next few weeks, I enjoyed the joy of first-time sex with my daughter a bunch of times. She became more and more ****, believing I was fighting her off, and more an more creative. One time she arranged for me to 'happen' to walk in on her with a dildo, another time I let her 'find' NetFucks on the tv, and walked in one her watching **** porn on the living room TV with Thomas (I blanked him for that one., as I didn't want to mess up his relationship; he went to see Elizabeth while I fucked Sarah on the couch). We even had the classic panty-less under the dining room table bit where I needed up fucking her over the sink while Charlie and Beth (who had been over, and was smiling smugly the whole time while Carol ate her out) looked on. But as mid June rolled around, it started to get boring. I had spent nearly a month almost exclusively with her (I had still fucked Beth - I wasn't going to let her move away unfucked, after all) and Wendy (with Sarah sometimes) and Sharon, but the majority was Sarah. She could only come up with so many variations. Just about the only thing she hadn't tried had been involving other people, like her boyfriend.

Having the ability to have unlimited sex with an unlimited number of women had driven home an ancient lesson: sex alone cannot make a lasting relationship. My relationships with Beth and Ashley and even with Sharon were as friends as well as lovers. Wendy was just fun, but she was everyone, so it was barely like a relationship. Although Sarah and I had the bond of father and daughter, that was separate from and perhaps weakened by the sexual relationship. I finally found that I was tired of being endlessly seduced by Sarah. It was time to end the game.

Time for something new. I was planning leave off her for a bit, but first I had a fun idea to try. Sarah came home late that night, after being out with friends, including Ashley. Thomas was in bed, Charlie was in the kitchen cleaning up and getting ready for bed. I was watching random movie on NetFucks, not really paying attention to the starlet getting reamed by 2 guys, as it was just a backdrop. Sarah had a brief discussion with her mother, and then came into the living room. With mom in the next room, she just sat down next to me on the sofa and idly asked me what I was watching. I considered making her able to notice, but I had a better idea first, so the movie changed to a WWII-soldier-at-home-on-short-leave-says-goodbye-to-girlfriend by fucking her porno. "I don't know the name of it, I just turned in on," I said truthfully. Sarah probably wouldn't care and would have left the room after a good-night kiss on the cheek, but at this moment the young lovers embraced passionately and locked lips in a kiss, the guy ripping open her blouse to show her period bullet bra. "Wow, I didn't know that was allowed back then," she said appreciatively, not finding the fact they were now on the bed, his cock in her hands and his on her clothed pussy as she pulled his pants off at all out of place in a movie playing in the living room while her mother was in the kitchen. The woman was moaning quite loudly in appreciation. "People have been kissing for centuries," I replied, ignoring that she was lining him up for an (of course, since it was old timey) missionary fuck as they kissed.

"You know what I mean. I thought they didn't fuck like that in old movies," Sarah replied, giggling as the soldier rammed it home and began thrusting. Compared to a modern porn, it was very basic, very straight-to-sex, nothing creative. The camera followed his hand as it swept down her back to cup her asscheek, then panned around to show his other hand squeezing the girl's breast as she moaned in pleasure to his thrusting; very creative camera work for the time. Sarah began to squirm uncomfortably, her bare legs pressing hard against each other, as the couple on the TV screen kept going, the woman's moans getting louder while the man merely grunted in a dignified way, as they thought sex worked back then. Sarah's hand went to her own breast and her cutoff-clad buttocks wriggled on the sofa as the soldier's free hand began lightly frig his girlfriend's pussy, nothing scandalous of course.

"Getting hot, honey?" I asked solicitously.

"Daddy, what is this?"

"Just an old movie," I answered, turning to watch her try to masturbate through her clothes while pretending not to. "It looks like you need some help from your dad," I added, reaching up to put my hand on one of her breasts and squeeze it through her top, as my other drifted down and lightly brushed across her crotch, drawing a gasp of surprise that was stifled when I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her. I squeezed her big breast, feeling the erect nipple through her t-shirt, then began to push her down on the sofa. "Dad, no, don't," she hissed, pushing back and trying to sit up, for once resisting a bit since she was not the initiator and I had left her mindset normal. "Mom's in the kitchen. We can't... We shouldn't... It's not your office..." I was grinning from the irony. I pushed her back down again. "She won't care," I replied, between kisses. "She doesn't like to fuck." Sarah said, tried half-heartedly to break free again,. but between the movie (which had, in violation of it's period them, moved on to a 69) and my ministrations she was getting hot. "Dad, we can't," she tried on last time. This was what she had been trying unsuccessfully to pull off (she thought), but the way it was happening nonetheless frightened her. "Yes, we can," I replied. I could see she was upset, and I didn't liker that, so I decided to fix it. "Charlie, are you about done in there?" I yelled into the kitchen, pulling up Sarah's T-shirt so I could fondle her bra clad breasts. "DAD!!!" she cried in shock, and then froze under me as Charlie walked into the family room. "Yes, I'm done now," she said, yawning. "I'm going to hit the hay," she continued, glancing disinterestedly at us as I pulled down Sarah's bottom so I was now molesting her in her underwear. Sarah tried to be a statue under me, as if he mom wouldn't notice if she was still, but she couldn't ignore what I was doing and was squirming restrainedly.

"Are you two having fun?" she asked, still only mildly interested, yawning again. Sarah pushed me off again, and this time I let her sit up, as she tried to pull her shirt back down over her chest.sat bolt upright, "Mom, I... that is... " she stammered. "Sarah's been teasing me with this hot little body for weeks," I explained calmly, "so I decided to give her what she's been asking for. The movie was making her hot, after all," I added, gesturing to where a neighbor had now burst in and joined the soldier and his girlfriend for a threesome, the soldier asking the other guy to 'take care of her' (making it obvious what he meant) while he was away as they sandwich fucked her. "Oh, that's okay, dear" Chris answered. She gave me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, then kissed Sarah on the forehead. "Don't be up too late, you two, you've both got work tomorrow. If you make a mess, I expect you to clean it up," she threw in as she left for bed.

Sarah was totally confused by this, but before she could react I had her t-shirt back up to her neck and her bra pulled down to expose her delightful breasts, whereon I promptly clamped my mouth to one and my hand to the other, returning the free hand to her crotch, pushing the underwear out of the way so I could lightly finger her pussy. "Dad, what's happening?" she asked, an absolutely confounded look on her face, so confused she was actually not really reacting to my activities despite her sensitivity. "Sarah, you've been trying to seduce me for weeks. Were you just teasing me?" I asked, stopping my actions for a second. "No, Dad, but... I mean mom" she began, then I began to stroke the smooth, soft flesh of her inner thigh, and her voice caught and she couldn't go on. Instead she gave in and pulled my head back to her tit. Sarah's head lolled back on the sofa and her breathing sped up as her legs spread wide to give my hand more room, asking me to go back to fingering her.

I didn't immediately attack her pussy, continuing to stroke her thighs instead, reveling in the feel of the soft flesh. Sarah involuntarily moved her legs wider and wider apart, pushing her pelvis up to meet my hand, urging it into her pussy, now just interested in getting off, her confusion still present but backburnered. "Please, Dad, touch my pussy. Please touch me there." she began to beg me after a bit, her dirty language that I liked so much starting to come online. Rather than reach for that, I opened my pants, pulling them and my underwear down, my hard cock sticking out right at her face. Sarah looked at me but immediately understood, and with slight hesitation took my cock in her mouth, after I flexed at her a few times. I sat down and she followed, her head bobbing up and down in my lap. I twisted around to lie beside her and pulled her bottoms completely off (with some difficulty, since her jeans were so tight on her curvy body). I enjoyed watching her wriggling to help me get them off. Then my daughter's bare pussy was before me, and she raised a leg onto the back of the couch to give me better access, causing the pussy lips to open slightly, showing a that she was now excited, despite her initial nervousness. I quickly had a finger, then two, in her vagina, and soon they were moving at a good pace, with my thumb working on her clit. Sarah responded, her hips shoving back at my hand truly into this now.

I began licking her cunt, felling around her. Sarah gasped and pulled off my cock for a second, but then she plunged back down and sucked me harder, fondling my balls and stroking my cock as I played with her firm ass. She was nearly there from both my playing and the sheer strangeness of the situation to her, so I stuck my tongue deeper into her cunt, pushed my finger all the way into her ass, and brought my other hand into action on her clit. She nearly bit off my cock as she went rigid, biting her lip to restrain what I knew would normally be a long and loud string of profanity, then relaxed with a massive whining sigh.

"Did you like it, Pumpkin?"I asked as I gave her a moment to recover, then turned around and kissed her lightly on her eyes and forehead. "It was so good, Daddy. So good," she replied, panting. Then she noticed that I was above her on all fours, and spread her legs to invite me in. "I want you daddy," she said. "I've been working so hard to get you, will you please finally do me?" she asked, still speaking quietly. I lowered myself in response, and her hand guided me into her pussy. "Fuck me," she said. "I want you in me." I was so hot that I began thrusting as hard as I could immediately upon entering her. Sarah had just had an orgasm, but was soon as hot as I was. In just a few moments, her legs were high in the air, and she was screaming obscenities, her inhibitions and concerns about other's hearing her forgotten, as she pushed her pussy at my cock. We were slamming so hard we fell off the couch, not stopping, knocking the coffee table out of the way. The movie on TV had become of full on multi party orgy (all pretense of period appropriateness abandoned), not that either of us were watching anymore. We rolled on the floor, Sarah now on top, thrusting herself down on me heard, as I looked up at her large bouncing tits flying in every direction. I shot her pussy full of sperm as she let loose the loudest, most profane string of obscenity had ever heard from her, cumming harder than I had ever seen her cum before. Apparently my coming onto her set her off even harder than just having sex with me did.

When we had recovered, we went off to Sarah's room (I used my powers to clean up and put the living room back together, so we wouldn't get in trouble with Charlie), and we fucked the rest of the night and into the morning, indefatigable, as I tried to see how far I could push her. If her countless orgasms were an indicator, quite far. Sarah, the bed, the desk, the entire room, were all covered with the detritus of a busy night by morning; I had lost track of how many times I had fucked my daughter, or how many different ways we had done it, but by the looks of the scene, it had been plenty. Without my abilities, I think the entire room would have been a loss.

I was sorting out the events of the previous night, with a nagging suspicion that I'd forgotten something important, and Sarah was just lying next to me, breathing hard, perhaps wondering if we were going to go again. Then the door opened and my wife stuck her head in. "Geez, you really wrecked this place. You two are going to have a lot of cleaning to do! I doubt yuu0ou have time before you go, but you better clean up later. I'm not getting stuck with it. If you want any breakfast, you'd better get up now. You do remember you both have work in a couple hours, right?" she asked, before closing the door and leaving us. I'd forgotten to change everybody back to normal, so Charlie still thought this was all normal and Thomas was not noticing anything (which was a good thing; the shrieking and screaming Sarah had made all night would have definitely woken him otherwise). I was about to do flip things back to normal; I got as far as myself, Sarah, and the room all being cleaned up, when it struck me that there's be no harm in waiting a little longer on the rest and seeing what happened.

When Charlie had opened the door, Sarah had immediately tried to cover herself with a look of panic on her face. She still couldn't absorb the idea that her mother didn't give a damn if she and I had sex, and had sat there, mute, as her mom admonished her, not about the sex, but the dirty room. We both knew we'd be in trouble if we were late to breakfast or work, so I pulled some pants out of nowhere (my previous pair had been placed back in my dresser when I cleaned up the living room last night) and slipped them on quickly, while Sarah grabbed a robe from her closet (which was no longer composed of tattered garments strewn everywhere and covered in cum, our having fucked with her holding onto the bar and having broken said bar with the **** of it during the night, then fucked her wardrobe to ruins under us), and we hurried out to the kitchen.

Thomas was just finishing his breakfast, and paid no attention to the fact that his father and his sister came to the breakfast table together, one only in pants and one only in a very loose robe that was not staying closed well, one looking red faced and embarrassed. He ran off to his room as we came in, having finished. Charlie put bowls of steaming oatmeal on the table for Sarah and me, and we all settled down to eat. "Don't forget to meet me at the mall after work," Charlie said to Sarah. "We need to hit the Father's day sales if you still want to get him something. Although the way you two look, maybe you don't need to get him anything now?" she asked with a laugh. "At least he won't complain if we spend a lot on ourselves, then," she added in a stage whisper an Sarah turned even redder. Sarah gulped again guiltily at the mention of our activities, but relaxed at her mother's smile.

"Oh sure, sure," I replied. "if it's gonna be like that, one more never hurts," I put in comically, reaching over and caressed Sarah's back, patting her butt, which caused her to stiffen up and eep. "For heaven's sake, " Charlies replied, genuinely exasperated, "don't you ever stop? I'm so glad, you don't come after me for this anymore," she added conversationally, not noticing my expression turn downward at that. She picked up the used dishes, taking them to the sink. "Fine, if it stops you complaining about the bill later, I'll clean up in here. Sarah, go fuck your father so we can shop in peace. And then take a shower, please. Don't want you smelling like sex when you go to work," she added, not noticing that after our all night fuckfest we both were clean as if wee had just showered already.

Sarah seemed to be adapting to the idea that her mother wasn't upset about what was going on, and she was even talking about using sex as a way to get what they wanted out of me (I knew Charlie was being sarcastic, but it now occurred to me how this might look to Sarah. I thought back on times she might have heard us talking about sex and was shocked by how transactional the conversations I could remember had been). She decided that it might be a good opportunity to broach her favorite topic, which she had largely forgotten in the constant flow of orgasms.

"You know, if plain old sex will cover a shopping trip, do you guys suppose some anal might do for a car?" The dishes crashed into the sink, letting me know how Charlie was going to react, so I remained silent. "Are you talking about having anal sex, young lady?" she cried, turning on us. Sarah was clearly taken aback; everything had been going so well, but the tone of her mother's voice and the use of the term 'young lady' were clear evidence that things had turned for some reason. "I, uh, just thought, uh..." she stammered,unsure what was going on. She had just been talking about us having sex like it was fine. "It's unsafe, Sarah," she cried. "That's how AIDS gets spread!" This was a bit of an outdated attitude, but anal was not something that had ever come up with us, so I didn't know this was how she still thought of it. "But Ashley does it with her boyfriend," Sarah countered weakly. "I'm disappointed to hear that. I always thought Ashley was a very nice girl. But I don't care what she does: I'm talking about you," she declared hands on her hips and the expression on her face that we both knew meant further argument was not possible. She sighed and turned back to the dishes. "Anyway, you're not getting any kind of a fancy car. We've told you you need to earn your wheels, and I don't care how well you fuck your dad, you are going to learn the value of work, not sex."

Relations between us might not have been at their best, but we still were on the same page regarding the kids. We were in agreement on the car issue: there was to be no luxury car for Sarah, but we had discussed the possibility of buying her a good used car if we came across one and she showed good work ethic. "It's a very nice ass," I put it softly, just to stir the pot a bit, although I knew that nothing would come of it other than stocking Sarah a little. "Don't get me started, Tom. Now you two go fuck and get cleaned up, before you are late for work." A shocked look had come over Sarah's face; she had seriously miscalculated. First, in bringing up anal sex in front of her mother (although to be fair even I didn't know she would react that way, and I couldn't help noticing it was the anal, not the sex for service, that set Charlie off), but more importantly her strategy of trying to get a car had neglected that her mother held veto power. Her entire months long campaign had been a waste. She got (As far as she knew) a night of wild sex and a ton of orgasms, but not at all what she had had in mind.

I watched Sarah with amusement and a little sympathy as all this ran through her head, while also contemplating that maybe I had been too harsh in judging her for all this in the first place. I couldn't help feeling sorry for her at this moment, and I couldn't help realizing that she had been doing what she had picked up from watching Charlie and my relationship. She really had thought she had it all figured out, not realizing that what she saw was joking in a settled relationship and not actually what it looked like. "Sarah, about that fuck... we'd better get going if we are going to make it on time," I broke into her thoughts. I might be sorry for her, but I still could stand another fuck. Sarah had lost interest in sex with me, but I wasn't going to let her out of it just yet, and I was going to remind her just how good I could do it, to take her mind off her disappointment. "You guys better get it in gear," Charlie added, shooing us toward the bedrooms.

Sarah still looked a bit sour and made no move to leave with me. "Why don't we just do it here, Sarah?" I suggested, taking her hand and guiding her into a position leaning over the kitchen table. "Just bend over and I'll do you from behind." She resisted a bit as I bent her over so she was facing away from the sink, but seemed resigned to it. I lifted her robe so her luscious ass was exposed to me and her mother. "Sorry about no foreplay, but we really only have time for a quickie. It really is a beautiful ass, right?" I asked Charlie, doing a showman's gesture. "Sarah's a very pretty girl," her mother replied. "I'm sure her butt is as pretty as the rest of her," she added, not turning from the dishes. "But I haven't got time and neither do you. Just fuck her and be done with it. In the pussy... I better not see any unsanitary ass play. No AIDs in my house," She added. How she thought AIDs would happen in two healthy people was another matter.

I nudged Sarah's feet apart with my foot, stepped up behind her, and then slid my cock between into Sarah's pussy (I briefly considering doing her ass, but I decided to go with it for now, not wanting to have to change anything further). I had planned for this to last time I'd be fucking my daughter, because the novelty had worn off, but the night had reminded me she really did have a delightful pussy and a magnificent body, and when she was into fucking, she was a dynamo. And this new dynamic with Charlie really turned me on too. Right now, Sarah was definitely not into it, though as she was disappointing and basically going through barely any motions; she barely reacted as I stroked into her, and fucking her was barely as good as a mediocre jack-off. This wouldn't do, so I reluctantly turned her on with my abilities, and gradually she began to move with me. I tweaked a bit harder, and she began groaning with her increasing lust. "Oh shit," she shouted. "Oh goddamn fuckin' shit, fuck shit, fuck me goddamn it, fuck my pussy, fuck me, shit fuck me!" She cried, going from 0 to 100 immediately thanks to my alterations. Charlie dropped the dishes again, turning around in shock as she heard this, but Sarah didn't notice, as she was facing the other way and was too far gone to hear them; she was going wild with the passions coursing through her, and she continued to scream. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me! I want your big cock in my pussy, slam my pussy, stick it in me, fuck me goddamn it!" she cried. "Young Lady, Language!!!" Charlie cried, but went unheard. Thomas walked past, headed to work a little early so he could meet Elizabeth on the way, completely oblivious to his cursing sister begin fucked over the table by his father while his mother impotently objected to her language (not her activity) as he left the house.

I picked Sarah up and flipped her over, putting her fully on the table on her back, spreading her legs wide and reaching down to play with her big tits as I stroked into her. "Yeah, that's it, daddy, fuck your little girl. Squeeze my tits, daddy! They're big, aren't they? The boys really like to play with my tits. Squeeze them, daddy. Stick your big cock in my cunt. I like it like this, daddy, 'cause I can see your cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Look at all those juices, daddy. That's 'cause I'm hot for you. I like the way you're fucking me. Do it harder." She kept going, Charlie having given up admonishment was just staring at us as we fucked, stunned at what she saw and heard. I stroked into our daughter harder, making the table creak, and Sarah's chatter became completely incoherent, just an endless stream of fuck, shit, pussy, cock, tit, and every other obscenity and profanity she'd ever heard. Unseen by me, Charlie was very lightly feeling her crotch as she watched. I slammed into Sarah's pussy faster and harder, until at last she just screamed the single word "fuck" in a long, loud wail as her body convulsed. So hard was that last thrust that the table broke under us, Sarah falling to the floor in a twitching mess, as I popped out of her, the shock being the final thing I need, and my cock splashing a huge load over her belly and breasts. I fell into a chair and Sarah lay exhausted on the remains of the table. Charlie silently left the room, and neither of us saw her at all anymore that morning. There was no way we could have a shower in time, so I cleaned us both up, dressed us, and repaired the kitchen, and we headed to work. Sarah spent all day avoiding me there, and left to meet her mom to shop without another word passing between us.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil