“It’s really nice and big, isn’t it…”
“Ali! Don’t do that!”
“Why?”
“Because… well, I’m driving, that’s why!”
Yes, that was why. Brilliant, you moron, telling her that you were preoccupied and should focus on the driving, rather than saying that she’s your daughter and that her rubbing your cock is wildly inappropriate!
She didn’t stop either. She just kept stroking it gently, giving it the occasional light squeeze while I desperately tried to focus on keeping us in the right lane on the highway.
“Mom probably likes it that you still get this hard.”
Wow, I thought. Way to go, Ali. Way to make a man feel old and desirable all at the same time. I was getting harder, though. Rock hard. She kept stroking my cock through the cloth, exciting it and making it jump and jolt at the touch. I let out a suppressed groan.
“Hey, Dad, I think it likes it.” she giggled, grinning mischievously.
“Stop that now…”
“I could suck it again…”
“NO!”
“Because you’re driving?”
“… Yes, I’d probably crash!”
“Good point. Rain check on the blowjob, then. Unless you wanna stop somewhere.”
“No, no, it’s fine…”
I couldn’t believe how brazen she was. It was like she had no filter; no inhibitions at all, her hormonal teenager brain just saying exactly what was on her mind, appropriate or not.
It took a few seconds for my brain to fully take in the ramifications of her statement. “Stop the car, and I’ll blow you”. That’s what she was actually saying, right? My thoughts went back to that incredible blowjob she had given me earlier that morning, and how it had made me feel, seeing my beautiful daughter doing that to me. It had felt so wrong. So taboo. So risky. So… good. Too good. Too tempting.
Alisha kept stroking my bulge all the way home. We didn’t say anything. She checked her phone with her right hand, keeping her left on me. I just kept driving. It felt really awkward. I felt like I should say something, but I couldn’t get the words out. As we pulled into the driveway, I just felt relieved that the journey was over, so that I could go inside and take a shower. A really cold shower.
“Oh, Dad… can we have another session tonight?” Ali asked as we headed inside.
“Uh… okay… We did just have one yesterday, but…”
“Yeah, I know we usually go a few days, but I really feel like we should keep going, like it’s…. like a stuck screw coming loose, you know?”
“Okay. Yeah, we can probably do that.”
It wasn’t a bad idea. Her reasoning was sound. I had a million questions in my head about this crazy day’s events, so maybe this could be the opportunity I needed to get some answers.
I did actually go for a cold shower. Really cold. I normally hate those, but I forced myself into it. As that cold water made my skin tighten up and my genitals shrink, my attention was forced away from distracting thoughts and made me live in the here and now. The only thing on my mind was that agonizingly cold water.
“Brrrrr….” I shuddered as I wrapped myself in a big bath towel and dried myself.
Another session, then. Yes. I had some ideas. Continue the positive reinforcement, and then add some redirection. Channel that new-found confidence of hers in a positive direction.