No, it's her turn to clean you

You know you shouldn't. You have no idea how the blackmailer would know, but somehow he always knew. You decide it's time to get this shower over with so you can get to bed. "Sweetie, we can't, it isn't right," you say and immediately curse at yourself for phrasing. Ashley pulls away from your hand, startled. Your fingers pop out of her. She backs away.

"Oh, y-yeah, oh my gosh, Daddy. I'm so sorry," she looks at the shower floor as you stand up and face her.

You place one hand on her shoulder and the other on her chin to tip her face up. You smile at her even as she tries to avert her eyes. "There, there, Ashley. It isn't your fault. We both have needs and the blackmailer is taking advantage of those needs to make us do things we normally wouldn't do. You just need to learn some self-control if we're going to make it to the end of this week."

She nods and whispers, "I'll try harder."

"Good girl, now why don't you wash me up so we can get to bed."

"Okay, turnaround," she tells you as she starts sudsing up her hands. She starts at your shoulders. Her touch is gentle and thorough. She massages you as she washes making a circular motion on your muscles. You think about your wife and how good she was in the shower.

"You're washing me like your mother used to. You have a relaxing touch," you say.

"I want to be better than mom, Daddy," she replies working her way down to the small of your back. She lowers herself to get knees and skips your butt to work on your legs. You laugh to yourself thinking she must be shy about going there.

She had you lift up each foot and spends almost two minutes on each. It's soothing. You almost forget whose giving you this shower massage.

Once she finishes both feet you feel her hands on your ass cheeks. "Did Mom wash your butt, Daddy?"

You feel her hands getting and kneading. "Yes, honey, she did." And then she slides a finger down your crack and you feel her start to rub and scrub your anus. You gasp. You really didn't think she'd go there.

"All of it?" She whispers into the pouting water.

"Not there," you day both confirming her mother never rubbed your asshole while suggesting she stop.

She doesn't. Instead, she presses a finger against your hole. "Ashley!" You exclaim in shock as her finger pushes all the way in.

"She, daddy, remember every nook and cranny. That's the rule."

You don't know why but you get very quiet and accept the fact that your 18-year-old daughter has her index finger buried in your ass and is now pumping in and out. You immediately have a flashback to college when a random one night stands surprised you by doing the same during a blow job. It was definitely on your top ten blow job lists but you could never bring yourself to ask any later lovers to repeat it. You need to shut your brain up when it starts to wonder if Ashley could be the one to replicate the blow job for you.

Suddenly, her finger stops pumping and slides out of your hole. "All clean!" She playfully declares. "Now for the front. Turn please."

She doesn't stand up as you turn to face her. You look down and, for the first time, see Ashley kneeling with her face directly in front of her cock. She bites her lip looking up at you. Squinting through the spray of water, "I didn't really get a good look at it in the gloryhole. I think you're bigger than Paul. Can I wash it?"

Did the blackmailer make her this cock crazy or has she always been this way? "Yes, babygirl, but don't take too long. We need to get to bed." You hear yourself say while thinking "please take all the time in the world."

Ashley soaps up her hands and places one on your shaft and the other on your balls. You swallow a moan not wanting to reveal how much you like her touch. She holds you ball sack while her hand slides up and down your cock. Her eyes are on it like she's studying it. You watch as she licks her lips at least once and wonder if she's thinking about using her mouth to clean it. She slowly increases speed and you need to grab the shower bar for leverage.

"Ashley," you mutter feeling the days of edging catching up with you. How is your daughter such a natural? You feel her hand leave your balls and you look down. Now her eyes are closed and her mouth is open. He tongue hangs out over her lower lip like she's waiting for you to feed her. Her freehand has moved down between her legs and she's masturbating herself while she strokes you. She's incorrigible.

"Ash," you say again wanting to tell her to stop but not really wanting that all. What you really want is to push your cock into her open mouth and cum down her throat.