The Best Part

Despite Penny’s claim to have changed and grown during her time away you and she settle right back into your old routines within an hour. After months of being alone it felt so good to have her back. Together you talk and you laugh and you enjoy your dinner. As usual when you made lasagna you cut it in half then take one small piece for yourself then serve the rest of the half to your always hungry daughter, who consumes it down to the last bit of sauce on her plate getting swiped up with some garlic bread. After your meal the pair of you clear the table, go for a nice walk, then return home for a relaxing movie night. Walking from your bedroom back out into the living room you find popcorn already made, drinks already waiting and Penelope settled into the corner of your L shaped sofa in her nightie with a pillow resting against her body between her spread legs. With a big smile she pats the pillow.

You tilt your head, surprised by the invitation. When Penny was young the pair of you often watched shows with her sitting in front of you then, once she too big for you to look over, the positions switched so that she sat in the back in a manner just like she was sitting now. You guys hadn’t done that in years though.

“Aren’t you a bit old for that?”

“Mm.” She shakes her head, her smile growing. “Please?”

With a roll of your eyes and poorly hidden grin of your own you say. “Fine.” After so long from home and after what she’d been through you couldn’t blame her for wanting a bit of the old comforts again.

You take your spot between her legs and lean back into the pillow as she wraps you up in a big strong hug, holding you like a teddy bear. “Mmmmm.”

Having thought that she’d outgrown this was a joy you thought was reserved to memories. Even if it was just for one last time it was damn nice to feel it again. After a minute or so you clear your throat. “Peanut. I can’t reach the remote.”

“Oh. Sorry.” She brings her hands from over your arms to under them then rests them across your belly.

You begin going through the slate of new movies available on your omni-service. Sure, you could just get the AI to make you something on the spot but you still enjoyed watching a good old fashioned human crafted flick.

“Ha! They made **** Girl.”

“**** Girl?”

“You’re mom loved the book.”

“I don’t want to watch that one.” She plucks the remote from your hand. “I heard it sucks.”

Settling back into her you relax. “Choose whatever you want, Peanut. I’ll probably fall asleep anyways.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She says. “Um…what is Bonbon doing?”

You look over to see your kitten at the opposite end of the sofa motionless with his butt in the air and his face mashed into the arm. “Oh, he does that sometimes. He’s sleeping. He kinda just shuts off every so often, even if he’s in the middle of doing something. Like I said, defective. I guess he wouldn’t be a true Bailey if he wasn’t cracked in some way.”

“Huh.” She returns her attention to the screen and before long she settles on ‘101 DalmAliens’. Personally you hated how they’d Disney-fied the facehuggers into fuzzy little merchandise sellers but you knew Penny thought they were cute and adored the positive family values that defined the franchise since the **** of the original creator.

The lights are dimmed and the movie starts. All cozy and happy the pair of you watch the heartwarming fish out of water tale of a spunky single Queen Mother and her rambunctious brood trying to fit in in modern Los Angeles. For a moment you are taken back again to a simpler time.

“I love you, Daddyyyy.” Penny whispers, obviously feeling as nostalgic as you. “I missed youuu.”

“Love you too, baby girl.”

“Mmmm.”

That sweet, wholesome moment suddenly shatters when against your back you feel something push against your back through the pillow that separated you and your daughter. Someone else might have thought Penny had a chestburster trying to **** its way out of your daughter. You knew better. You knew that behind that pillow lurked your girl’s massive raging erection, reminding you of the main reason you’d stopped watching movies this way in the first place.

At first you try to ignore it. She was a young woman with a healthy Bailey libido and embarrassing wood was just a fact of life. Try as you might though…a woman’s cock was not so easy to ignore. Feeling her member flex through the pillow brought back memories of your far too brief time with Elsie. Despite your attempts to push down and bottle those old forbidden urges you soon feel a stir inside your own pajamas.

“Ahem.” You go to get up and sit elsewhere when Penny’s arms cinch tight around you. “Peanut. I gotta get up.”

“Hold on, Daddy.” She whispers, her right hand stroking across your chest as her left held your arms pinned to your stomach. “You’ll miss the best part.”

You relax again, watching and waiting for this ‘part’ she spoke of. What follows is a pointless filler scene…and the feeling of hot, moist breath across your neck. The next thing you felt was lips tenderly kissing your neck.

“Penny.” You whisper.

“Shhhh.” You go to push her left arm away only to have it lock in around you. There comes another soft kiss just behind your ear and urgent surge from behind the pillow. “Mmmmm.”

“Penelope!”

“Quiet, Daddy. This is the best part.” She sighs as her right hand begins to glide down your belly. “The very best part.” That roaming hand finds the waistband of your pajama bottoms then, her finger tips tucking below it, keeps on going. “Shhhhh.”