That evening

Dinner that evening felt a bit strained, with Mason not really knowing what to say. After dinner, Charlotte parked her butt in his lap. When he tried to object she immediately asked a question.

“Daddy, what availability are you going to give me?” Mason’s mouth opened but he couldn’t really say anything. “Because I was thinking about it. I’d like to do well in college, so maybe it’s a good idea to just keep me at non-free use.”

“I uhm… well if that’s what you want honey, sure…”

Charlotte smiled widely. “Good. I’m glad you agree, Daddy. I think it’ll be good that I’m all yours.”

“M..mine?”

“Uh huh.” Charlotte turned around so that she was straddled him, then grabbed his hands and put them on her ass. “All yours, Daddy. Now don’t protest. I know you think you have to, but we’re in Queen’s River. Here, you’re _supposed _to be attracted to me. Squeeze, Daddy.” He obeyed, almost on instinct, his hands grabbing hold of her ass and squeezing, making her moan.

“I know I’m not 19 yet, Daddy, but that just means you can’t do what you want without my permission,” she leaned forward, whispering in his ear. “You have my permission, Daddy.” She kissed him, feeling him resist for a moment before giving in, squeezing her ass again and then putting an arm around her, pulling her closer.

“Charlotte…” he began before Charlotte cut him off with another kiss.

“No more talking,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse and letting him gaze at her perfect, teenage breasts. She started gyrating slowly on her father’s lap, pressing his face into her tits, letting out soft moans when she felt her father’s cock hardening against her. Mason was passive for a moment, letting his daughter dictate the pace until he couldn’t take it anymore.

With a roar, he lifted her up and tossed her on the couch, almost ripping off his shirt and pants as Charlotte squealed and followed his lead, undressing until he descended on her, spreading her legs and spearing her with a single thrust. Her wet pussy eagerly invited him in as she wrapped her legs around him. He lifted her up and sat down, letting her ride him, kissing her as she moved up and down.

“I’ve...ah… wanted this for so long, Daddy…,” Charlotte moaned as she rode up and down her father’s cock, squeezing him tightly with her pussy. “Wanted to be there for you, be your little housewife in every way....” Charlotte stopped for a moment, her pert teen butt resting on his balls as she looked him in the eyes. “I love you, Daddy” she whispered.

“I love you too, Princess,” Mason said, kissing her deeply. “My housewife huh…” he said, grabbing her ass and starting to move her on his cock. “You wanna get married when you turn 19?”

“Daaadeeee! You can’t just… oh fuck… ask a girl that while you’re fucking her for the first time… fuuuck…”

“I figured I’d give you a chance to say no if you wanted,” he shrugged, lifting her up and flipping her over. “Because when I own this cute little butt of yours after you turn 19,” he said, smacking her ass to punctuate his words, “I am never letting you go”.

He drove back into her, not giving her time to adjust as he fucked her, making her his with every stroke, pounding her for all he was worth. It was all Charlotte could do to squeal and moan as he thrust inside of her, forcing his cock into her teenage pussy over and over again until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Princess… I’m gonna…”

“Let me, Daddy…” she moaned as he got off her. She pushed him back on the couch and lay across from him, licking and sucking the cock that had just taken her, that had made her all those years ago, softly stroking him until he unloaded all over her face. “Yess… cum for me, Daddy..” she encouraged him, his cock twitching in her hands as he moaned, sighing contentedly as she emptied his balls.

She planted a little kiss on the head of his softening cock before looking up at her father. “I do.”

“What?” Mason asked, a bit dazed.

“You asked me if I wanted to marry you and I said I do.”

“Oh.”

From that point on, Mason and Charlotte were like a young couple in love. Several of their new friends made gagging sounds in jest when they saw the two lovebirds making out. Charlotte eventually married her father in a simple ceremony attended by just a few of their closest friends a few months after she turned 19. Their honeymoon was spent right here in Queen’s River, with Mason being worried that outside of the OZ they might have issues due to the incestuous nature of their marriage.