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James gasped in exhaustion and pitched forward senselessly. Mercifully, Lori had braced her elbows against the sink and caught her sex-drunk father on her strong thighs and across her lithe, beautiful back. She felt the warmth of his skin pressed against her and his hot breath panting onto her shoulder as his cock continued to twitch in aftershocks deep inside her body. For some reason, the image of dancing in the rain came to her mind. Some part of her felt cleansed of an ugly guilt and as she looked into the mirror to see her beloved father quivering on the after tide of his trip to paradise inside her body, a grand mystery suddenly felt like it had been revealed to Lori.

Angry fights.

Slamming doors.

Car tires squealing off howling into the night.

Mom’s…

gone…

Not dead.

Not mourned.

Not even missed.

Just…

gone.

And her father, sitting there at the base of the stairs, head in his hands, sobbing in misery. Little Lori, wrapping small arms over her beloved father, the last parent she had left wishing, desperately praying, that she could somehow do…

…more.

More to soothe him. More to assuage him. More to bring some iota of joy and happiness back to the only person left who cared about her.

Now… as a much older Lori felt her father’s slaked and placated cock begin to shrink back out from her body, she came to realize that she had just answered the desperate pleas of that little girl buried deep in her past.

He collapsed into a sitting position on the ground as Lori quit her perch on the sink and joined in. The sound of running water behind and the glistening glint of wafting steam circled about them as they sat there on the linoleum floor together. She opened her arms wide and wrapped them once more around her daddy, feeling his rough skin press warmly against her own smooth flesh.

“Thank you.” Lori whispered to her father. He looked up at her and blinked. He gave her a smile as thin tears began to trickle from his eyes. He spoke no words, but Lori still understood him completely. The shame, the desire, the pleasure, the love, the ecstasy had all just crashed in on him at once. She could think of no way to help him through the guilt over having had sex with his own daughter as she had already reassured him multiple times. Instead, she wiped his tears away and said, “come into the shower with me.”

Slowly, they staggered to their feet and they both stepped into the shower-tub combo feeling hot sprays of water caress sensations of soothing warmth across their skin. Lori selected out one of her razors and said to James “have a seat” as she pointed at the far end of the tub. He reluctantly did as she asked and awkwardly lowered himself into the tub. The main spray of the water struck about his chest, thighs, and crotch as his legs sprawled across the entire length of the tub. Lori collected herself as best she could and sat down cross legged in front of him feeling the hot spray of water blast her back or the back of her head depending on what angle she sat in. Eventually, she sorted out a more or less workable situation by sidling her body to the extreme left letting the bulk of the water spray across her father’s body just beyond her own. She took a bar of soap and lathered it briefly in her hands, wetting it in the spray a few times, before spreading the pine-scented bubbles across her father’s crotch. He groaned as her hands glossed over his cock and whimpered lightly as her small fingers delicately cupped his balls. They felt warm and somehow strangely alive as they shifted and stretched in her hands. She felt bad that she would have to kill them, but it was the only way to save her father from disappointment. No matter how much pleasure the day had been, she couldn’t do it all the time. She needed to be cautious, however, as a procedure like this could easily lead to infection if she wasn’t careful.

 She held up the razor appreciating the irony that she would have to be careful not to nick him. His cock grew large and firm she gave it a little stroke with her fingers and smiled at her father “still horny?” He pursed his lips and looked down sadly. She realized her words had cut him worse than any knife ever could, so she continued “don’t be afraid, daddy. I’ll take care of it.” Sprays of hot water drenched them both as she carefully cupped his balls up and delicately ran the razor over them periodically holding the razor behind her shoulder to rinse off his pubic hairs in the spray of the shower.

Despite the emotional intensity of the situation, Lori dutifully cleaned and shaved her father’s testicles with all the care and professionalism one would expect from a surgeon much less a premed student. It was slow going as the squishy and ever-changing ball sacs between her fingers would flex and shift constantly forcing her to re-consider the direction of her shave. She didn’t mind this. If anything, it felt weirdly connectional to get reconnected with her former home as she pondered how her life had started with one of the millions of sperm in these ripe little balls of her fathers making its way to her mother’s egg so many years ago. After removing as much hair as she could from the top of his balls, Lori lifted them lightly and began running the razor along the underside to remove the scraggly bits of fuzz from the bottom. Her father groaned appreciatively but whispered “you know, I could have done this myself.”

Lori shrugged casually growing more and more accustomed to her father’s nudity and being naked in his presence as well. “I know but I wanted to do this from start to finish.” Finishing the shave, she set the razor aside on a soap tray and looked as his still rock-hard cock. “No matter how many times I drain it, it still comes back just as hard and painfully horny as ever, doesn’t it?” Lori said with a strange hint of pity in her voice.

James nodded.

Lori wrapped her small fingers around the veiny, hot flesh. She looked up at her father saying “I could drain it again, but it will be more humane to just end this cycle for you. Are you ready?” James bit his lower lip and shuddered lightly before nodding. Seeing his gorgeous, naked daughter holding onto his cock while talking calmly about castrating him no longer filled him with the chaotic conflicting emotions that had done so before. Something about stooping so low as to fuck his own daughter broke whatever hope he had left in his body for some fantasy of a normal sexual relationship in his future. If anything, the thought of her quietly excising his sexual desire away from him filled him with a trusting hope that she knew what was best for him and that this was the best path for his life.

She unfolded her legs and reached down grabbing onto his hands and helping him to his feet. They stood uneasily close together in the hot spray of that shower water. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest while his cock prodded about her thigh. She paused for a second feeling the heat pass between them once more as her mouth hung open for a moment.  She licked her lips and pursed them as conflict filled her mind.

“Maybe I could have one more round of fun with…” She started before James cut her off saying “Lori.”

“Yes daddy?”

“Castrate me.”

She blinked in surprise.

He looked at her firmly and said with a loving smile “you’ve already made this last day of my manhood special. If we keep going, we won’t ever stop. As long as I have these…” he grabbed her small hand and guided it beneath his crotch letting her grab a palmful of his testicles as he continued “I’m always going to want sex. I’ll find every justification, no matter how insane or desperate, to satisfy my desires. You’re a dutiful daughter and that’s the problem. You’ll waste all your sexual energy taking care of this greedy old man. You shouldn’t be wasting your time having sex with your dad. You should be out there meeting men your age, falling in love, maybe even finding one who could be a good husband someday. But, as long as I have these, and now that I know that you’re available…”

He leaned in close as hot spray danced and played about their bodies. “I’m going to want to fuck you around the clock, all day, every day. It’s what these, unloving machines of sexuality want. So, as a father who loves you, cut them off me before I succumb to my greed.” Lori trembled under the intensity of his gaze as well as the rising warmth within her own abdomen. The dreaded future of him using her body for his sexual pleasure for the rest of summer until she was little more than a cross-eyed bimbo drunk on riding cock sounded more appealing. The strange urge to succumb her body submissively to her father’s desire rose within her and her hand began to gently massage his balls feeling his sweet, powerful cock grazing against her wrist above them.

“I don’t think I can.” She whispered back. Her panting breath came ragged as the dreaded words slipped from her mouth “I want you to fuck me. I want you to reach inside my body and use it for your pleasure. I want to submit to you. I want to spread my legs, open wide, and drink your cum deep inside my body and I don’t want to stop.” Tears began to form along the edges of her eyes as her father pulled her in for a warm hug. “That’s why you have to cut me, honey. Before we both lose our resolve and succumb to our desires. Everything you want from me, you’ll get. You’re a beautiful woman and you will find a man who can give you what you desire from me and so much more but to get that you need to end my manhood and do so before I lose my willpower.”

Lori stared off thoughtfully for a while.

One more time…

Two more times…

Maybe castrate him later that week…

Later that month…

Next summer…

He was right. They stood on the edge of a decision and one path clearly led to addiction in which they both succumbed to their desires until those desires trapped them into an unhealthy, long-term sexual relationship possibly for years.

“I understand, daddy.” Lori said quietly.

Lori nodded and turned off the water.

She turned and opened the curtain grabbing a pair of fluffy towels from the hanging rack on the door, one for James and one for herself. Like a dejected child forced to abandon a puppy, she held James lightly by his cock as she walked back downstairs with him. One mercy about their house being so remote was no neighbors to notice the fully nude daughter and father entering the kitchen. Lori sadly said to her father “wait here.” As she directed him up against a wall. She fetched some spray and wiped down the table with soapy water before repeating the process with rubbing alcohol.

“Let’s get you up.” She said quietly to her father as she guided him onto the table.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked her in concern.

She smiled sadly and replied, “you’re the one about to get surgery, I should be asking you that.”

“Yes, but still.” He said as he laid down across the hard wooden table. She gently lifted his ankles up onto the table and spread his legs wide lifting his buttocks and presenting his manhood fully in front. His cock and balls felt uncomfortably exposed and vulnerable.

“You’re right about desire, daddy. I feel myself starting to succumb to it too and if we let it get too strong, we’ll just keep doing what we did for… well… who knows how long. Your manhood is…” She reached up and grabbed hold round his cock as she looked across the table to where he peered down at her from between his spread legs. “…beautiful. I hate ruining it. I want to use it myself but, because I love you, I’ll do what needs to be done.”

She slid on a mask and some surgical gloves. She wiped her gloves down with rubbing alcohol as well as his balls and selected up a syringe filling it carefully with lidocaine knocking out the bubbles just as they had taught her in class. “Okay, daddy, you’ll feel a small pinch and then hopefully nothing at all. Do let me know if you can feel anything after this shot because I really, really don’t want to make you feel the pain of me cutting your scrotum open so please be honest. This isn’t the time to be tough, it’s the time to be truthful.”

“I understand, dear.” James replied.

She gently lifted the ill-fated testicles and slid the thin needle in to the soft, warm flesh behind them. James flinched with a slight whimper. “Sorry, it will be gone soon. I promise.” Lori said. She quickly checked the plunger and then hastily flooded the sensitive area with nerve block desperate to not leave her father in any pain. As she slid the needle out and refilled it for the other side her father said, “I think it’s working already.”

“It is an instant numb. I’m going to do the other side just to make sure.” This time, James didn’t even flinch as Lori’s thin, small needle slid neatly into the doomed flesh. “Can you feel this?” She asked as she picked up a bit of scrotum and pinched it with her fingers.

“No, just a tugging sensation, I guess.” James replied

Lori gritted her teeth. She didn’t really have perfect instructions on how much dose of lidocaine to give and so fear still filled her heart that she hadn’t administered enough. There was only one way to be certain. She took the needle and slid it straight in the top of his left testicle driving the point straight down into his manhood.

“Feel that?” She asked her with her breasts jostling lightly with every nervous breath. Her father shook his head.

“Good.” Lori said as she pulled up a wooden chair with her foot to avoid contaminating her gloves and sat down at eye-level with her father’s delicate, sexual machinery. She wiped the numb testicles with more alcohol. She knew she was overdoing it on the alcohol, but she didn’t want to take any chances for infection. She pulled out a thin, ten-blade scalpel and noticed her hands were shaking.

That wasn’t good.

A thousand images flooded her mind ranging from the ludicrous, slicing open her father and his intestines spilling out, to the semi-plausible, hitting an artery and feeling the warm spray of her own father’s blood flying into her face as his life-force drained from his body at an alarming rate.

“Get a hold of yourself Lori.” She said.

She closed her eyes for a second and forced her mind to visualize success in order to not get bogged down by the anxiety of the moment. Her and her father, happily going about the daily routines of the summer, maybe even doing fun activities together like fishing or apple-picking. His warm, happy, relaxed face now calm and carefree from the stress of constantly trying to scratch and insatiable itch rested in her mind and gave her the mental strength to stabilize his nuts with her left hand while making a curved incision along the side of them with her right hand.

Blood.

“Shit.” Lori grimaced as she quickly grabbed a gauze sponge.

“Everything okay down there?” James asked.

“Uhh…” She said as she dabbed away at the flow. It wasn’t a deadly arterial spurt. It was just a thin trickle of blood from the unavoidable capillaries. She breathed out a sigh of relief and said “Yes, it’s fine.”

“Normal.” She whispered to herself reassuringly. Behind her mask her face contorted as she slid cold, hard steel through hot, soft flesh releasing the very mechanisms which had fertilized her into existence from the drapes of skin and muscle that protected them. She wished that the miracle of un-manhood that unfurled before her by the workings of her fingers and blade was more dignified, but nothing had prepared her for the hilarious slurp sound her father’s left testicle made as she squeezed it up through the incision that she had prepared for it. Her instinct was to laugh or move, but she knew either of these actions could be disastrous as she held a blade so close to many critical parts.

Instead, cool and professional, she carefully slit and sutured off the thin, connecting tube freeing the meaty little lump away from the man it was controlling. Ponderous silence filled the kitchen as she worked her magic on the other side collecting both pieces into a jar of alcohol.

“Still doing okay?” she asked her father as she began suturing shut his now empty sack. “Yes, how are you doing?” he asked. “Pretty much done. Let me just bandage you then you’ll be all set. Here, some souvenirs.” She said as she slid the jar with his manhood up across the table to him.

He lifted the jar and shook it lightly watching the bits of his former manhood float around inside. “So much from so little.”

Lori attached long strips of cloth across the sutures saying, “Yes, so much pain, so much unfilled desire.”

“I used these to help make you.” James said warmly looking down at her with a smile.

Lori nervously said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you while you heal and-”

“Honey.” James said, cutting her off.

“Yes, daddy?”

James set down the jar of his testicles and said back to her “I love you.”

She sighed as she applied the last of the bandages and stood up staring down along the sprawled, castrated man who had conceived and raised her for a beautiful moment before replying “I love you too, daddy.”  

“You said “anything,” right?” James said to her.  Lori blinked lightly and nodded. She watched as a smile spread on his face as he said, “good girl.” With surprising strength for his age, he grabbed her up in his arms. Some part of her mind defaulted to being just as she would have been as a child, and she instinctively wrapped an arm around his neck as he lifted her small body up to his chest. He turned and playfully pointed her legs towards the door saying, “be a dear and open the door for me.” Lori chuckled as she gave it a playful kick swinging it open. The world swung and spun a bit as he staggered out into the hallway sideways with her. Cool air of the hallway plucked away at the right side of her body while her left-hand side felt warm pressed up against her father’s chest. She gently ran the fingers of her right hand through his soft chest hair marveling at how warm and loving it felt. A strange sense of ease seemed to pass through her soul as her father carried her back to her room, an act he did so many times when she had been a small girl, but now she was a woman and this simple act took on a whole new, sensual dynamic.

The room had a faintly dusty, aseptic scent to it as he swung her inside and laid her down on her pink-quilt covered, twin-sized bed. A part of Lori wanted to live in the moment of what was happening and yet she could not resist looking around her room to reminisce about it. Alternating shades of pink, green, and yellow light illuminated the room due to the tint of her floral-printed sheers covering the sunlight beaming in from the window. Her old pictures of friends she had lost contact with sat along the walls along with frames of awards and her high school diploma.  The scent of her child-hood perfume, Curious by Britney Spears, permeated the room and Lori wondered if she had sprayed so much of that during her high-school years that the smell would continue to exist in that room until the house was eventually demolished.

She squinted realizing that her father had not changed anything about her room but as she brought her gaze back to the man who had given her so much her eyes went wide. Gone was the calm, caring, gentle face of her father and in its place was the wide eyed, hungry stare of a sex-starved man desperate for more. This face disappeared at once, however, as he reached out and grabbed hold of her now red knees rendered sore from the bathroom floor and his expression changed as he muttered “Oh, Lori… your poor knees.”

She bent over, reached down across her body and grabbed his hands over her knees saying “it’s okay. I’ll be fine.” James sighed and said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Lori pouted lightly saying “I’ll be fine, daddy.” She dropped her knees off to either side spreading her womanhood out sensually before him as she raised her arms up on either side of her head holding her hands submissively together on top of her unicorn-printed pillowcase. As her supple body opened up, she said “please, I want you to have more of me.”

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes hoping to let the next sensation be a surprise.

Nothing happened.

She held her breath relishing the anticipation of dramatic effect.

Still nothing.

Her eyes fluttered open lightly and her mouth fell open in shock.

Her father was gone.

“Daddy?” She called out but soon her father appeared in the doorway again with two, wet washcloths.

“Daddy?” She asked in confusion. Before she could react, he hastily tied the cool, wet clothes about her bruised knees in a decidedly unsexy maneuver which made her squirm and complain.

“I’m still your father and I’m still going to take care of you.” James said firmly as she felt the coarse yet soothingly cool cloth slide over the tender pink flesh of her knee. Lori clenched her teeth in exasperation. She so desperately wanted to be a woman for him and yet here he was still treating her like a little girl that had hurt herself riding a bicycle or something. The aggravation in her mind squelched lightly as she looked up into the caring face of her father. She couldn’t cope with the cognitive dissonance of having him sexually and being his little girl at the same time and her body trembled at the dual nature of their relationship.

“If I had been thinking, I would have slid over a bathroom rug or something for you to rest your knees on.” James said with a bitter note of self-hatred in his voice.

“How would mom normally have done that to you?” Lori asked. James looked up at her across the gorgeous smooth mounds of her lithe body and smiled sadly saying “she wouldn’t have.”

“She never sucked you?” Lori asked squinting in surprise. James shrugged saying “well, she would eventually suck me if I begged her to. Typically, I would have to buy her something first. She always made sure to let me know that I owed her for the great favor she did to me and would remind me routinely about what she had done for me if we had any arguments even up to weeks afterwards.”

He sighed sadly and sat down at the edge of the bed. He continued with a distant stare on his face, “After a while, I stopped asking. It just wasn’t worth it.”

Lori sat up and put a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked at her sheepishly. She said “you don’t owe me anything at all for today. I enjoyed suckling you.” He glanced down at her knees, and she sensed his question saying “I knew I had the option to shift to a more comfortable position. I could have squatted or sat down or whatever. I didn’t because I was so excited to pleasure you. I was…” She looked off with a tight smile on her face as she closed her eyes and drew in a fortifying breath “it was so good to finally see you happy that I didn’t want to stop. It was so amazing that I could bring such joy to you that I didn’t even care about my knees.”

She opened her eyes and they looked each other in the face. She continued softly “I don’t want to stop now, either. Mom used her power over your sexuality to control and torment you, but I’m not her. I’m not some bitter, old sexless hag trying to pull one over on some poor schmuck. I’m the woman you worked so hard to raise from a little girl.”

James turned to face her fully now. Their faces were so close as Lorie continued intimately “I think that, deep down inside, I love you in ways that she never could.”

James tipped his head to the side and a sensuous kiss passed between them. Dancing lips and overlapping tongues tasted forbidden pleasures for both of them as she they sat there on her bed. Glistening drops of pleasure crested on the edge of her hungry pussy while glistening drips of bland, cold water began descending down her shins. Lori broke the kiss saying, “can we please take these off? My knees feel better already.” James sheepishly untied the clothes from about her knees with her help and tossed them over into the waste basket leaving a thin, cooling layer of water over her tormented flesh. With this task done, Lori lay back down across the bed for a second time.

“My body is still yours, daddy. Would you like to experience pleasure with it some more while you still can?”

He knelt on her bed awkwardly balanced between her feet on his knees as she passively spread her legs and smiled up at him with her womanhood fully splayed open to him like a bounteous buffet of pleasure for the taking. James grimaced lightly despite all they had already done still feeling a bit uneasy as the nagging voice in the back of his head reminding him that he shouldn’t do such things with his daughter still annoyed him.

“I want to, but…” James trailed off as his eyes trailed along the sensuous curves, dipping, swooshing, flexing, and dancing enticingly as his daughter simply adjusted her hips and raised her hands up to lay them on the pillow next to her head. Somewhere between “shouldn’t” and “can’t resist” James struck upon a lightbulb as an idea came to his mind.

“What if I gave something to you?”

Lori pouted lightly. She honestly felt slightly disappointed that she didn’t already feel the heft of her father pressing down on her body while his cock forced her sweet womanhood open in a delicious act of penetration. She asked, however, “what is it?”

“Just this…” he said. He then kissed one of her sore knees making Lori groan and snort in disgust. She couldn’t believe that even after everything she did to be obviously sexual, he was still obsessing over her sore knees.  He bent in lower, however, and kissed once more slightly further up her inner thigh. This drew a short pause of silence from her lips, and he knelt in even closer, kissing once more a little further up her inner thigh and slow realization began to rouse within her mind. As his kisses ascended inch by delicious inch up her inner thigh, her groans of annoyance began to transform into moans of pleasure as her trembling womanhood ached in desperation for the moment that it would be its turn to be kissed. Patiently, she waited as she felt his head move and the warm, sweet lips of her father slowly work their way in to her sensitive core. As he finally drew near, she lifted her hips invitingly and felt the warm, delicious taste of her father’s lips press delicately across her labia. Firm pressure squeezed in from either side and she glanced down to see that he was spreading her womanhood open with his thumbs before his wet, pink tongue descended into her bringing near instantaneous shrieks from her mouth of shear pleasure as it lapped at her swollen and expectant clitoris sending shockwaves of pleasure across her core with every single taste.

It didn’t take long for her primed and languid body to respond to his sweet, urgent ministrations and soon Lori found herself climbing the beautiful mountain towards her own orgasm. She fought madly against the urge to grab the back of her father’s head and force his face down onto her sex as he was managing to seduce it quite handedly without any aid. Lori’s mind reeled as the question burned before her…

What on God’ green earth could have possessed her mother to have left such a man?

She gasped and panted feeling her chest raise and fall as she drew in and blew out the dry stale air of her old bedroom. The only experience Lori had to draw on was that from her ex-boyfriend, Steve, which had been nothing short of a disastrously awkward stumble across sexuality by a couple of kids who didn’t know one fucking thing about fucking. Although Steve had managed a few things which felt generally ‘good,’ Lori had never truly experienced an orgasm properly in the full sense of the word save for the subtle, little tame things she could manage once in a while by the diligent stroking of her own fingers. This, however, was a whole new universe of experience. 

Still, a part of her held back. She didn’t want to be seen screaming helplessly as her body convulsed under no will of her own. What if she did something… ridiculous. Lori shuddered as embarrassing thoughts floated through her mind tampering against the pleasure that she felt with every stroke of his tongue…

His…

Her father’s tongue.

She looked down between the smooth, rounded hills of her breasts at the head of the man who loved her, who had always cared for her, who had always taken care of her. If she could not be helpless in front of him, who could she be helpless in front of? Besides, had she not explicitly asked to experience the same things her mother had experienced? His head lifted slightly as he continued to lick, and he peered up at her across her heaving breasts and flummoxing frame. He winked at her as he used his hands to pin her legs down and continue licking. This was all the permission Lori needed. She now knew that her daddy was taking care of her orgasm and she was free to experience it in all its glory with no fear of judgement. She leaned her head back and her hands, all of their own accord, fluttered down to wreath lithe fingers through the thick, pepper-gray hair of her father. She imagined his tongue was his cock and this mental image gave the last push needed for her to fall screaming down the other side of that sweet mountain of pleasure. Her father caught her, clit first, on his tongue and guided her body as Lori screamed and convulsed wildly there on her bed letting the exotic and powerful sensations drive away sentient thought into pure, animalistic ecstasy.

As the pleasure which coursed through her veins began to slowly subside and Lori regained control of her voice, but not yet her legs which continued to shake periodically in after-spasms of pleasure, she opened her eyes and swore she had never seen her room in such beautiful shades of pink and orange before. It looked as if those colors had been powerfully enhanced while all others muted such that a small trickle of a tear formed in the corner of her eye at the shear beauty of it all. She managed to release her father’s head, where she had been death-clasping his face directly down onto her own pussy and he pulled himself right up again with a smug little grin on his face.

As Lori lay there breathlessly staring at the beautiful colors, her father clambered slowly up her body. She felt his warmth penetratingly close to her own, sensitive little body but could not muster the will or energy to grab and pull him down onto her rather leaving it to silent, unspoken prayers to no god in particular that her father would have the last of her treasure and press his cock properly deep inside her claiming the pussy he helped to create and raised from a child as his own. This, sadly, did not happen rather as a vague consolation prize she felt his warm, wet lips graze across her left nipple briefly before he caught it and began to suckle sending a delicious, submissive sensation across her chest. His tongue playing about with her nipple struck a multitude of excited nerves and danced dangerously along the edge between exultant pleasure and the disgusting sensation of tickling. Either by design or by luck, her father managed to keep the oral massage at just a pace as to pulse sexual pleasure through his daughter’s breasts at the taste of his mouth. Even more, Lori felt a strange sense of pride as she looked down to see her father suckling at her breast especially when he moaned desirously.

She had a body that he wanted.

Lori could have never imagined as a little girl growing up to have such a body and yet, here she was, sprawled open and available across her childhood bed giving her father the absolute time of his life just by letting him experience the sexual pleasures her body could readily provide. In that moment, a twinge of shallow and hateful gladness crept into Lori’s heart as she thought of all those insipid women who denied her father the basic pleasures they could easily provide. Lori felt disturbingly glad that those women had left such a man for herself to enjoy and even as this happiness entered her heart, she grew cold and angry at having felt it.

In a normal world, Lori would have had a stepmom by now. Some woman that was about the same age as her father to go through the paces of making a life together with him and cobbling together happiness from the broken pieces of a shattered family.

In a fair world, it would have been Lori’s mother. A woman who talked rather than screamed, listened rather than ran, and worked on the relationship problems with her husband rather than cheat with another man.

In this world, which was neither fair nor normal, the only body James could enjoy sexual pleasure from was that of his own daughter fucking him out of pity. Lori’s lower lip quivered at this thought, and she began to sigh sadly. Stupid little thoughts about simply ‘not’ cutting her father, spending the rest of summer fucking him every imaginable position, and other temptations which are hard for a woman to resist while her clit is being massaged all died in the face of the dreaded words “and then what.”

Fuck her father… and then what?

Did she plan to marry him?

Couldn’t.

Did she plan to live with him forever?

Obviously, she would have to move on with her own life…and…

…and then what.

Her resolve steeled within her. There was only one humane thing she could do for her father in the long run and that was to end his desire at the source.

James felt his daughters sweetly smooth breast and nipple stroke softly against his lips and tongue filling his mouth with the sensual treat. Her panting had partially subsided as her body, still blazing hot with excitement and exertion, slowly started to return to her control. Truth be told, he had begun suckling her breast mostly to stop himself from shoving his cock deep inside of her taking the final, womanly prize she had to offer. It twitched and quivered there where she lay, so tantalizingly close and still dripping wet with her own juices as well as with his saliva, but still something he wasn’t quite ready to take from her.

After a while, her moans of pleasure at his suckling turned to silence and a strange tension set in between them. At last, Lori patted his head lovingly and said “come on. We still need to get cleaned up.”

Her delicious, naked buttocks swung back and forth smoothly in front of him as they walked down the short hallway back to the shower. His hands trembled and his cock stood sprung erect as she bent over to turn the shower back on. “If you want any last sexual experience, this is your final chance.” She said to him as she righted herself back up and turned to face her naked father. Her gorgeous, tight and lithe body seemed to beg for someone to touch it and James could resist the sirens call no longer as he stepped in close to her. Her warmth connected with his own and they stared at each other intimately for a moment as her breath grew fast in anticipation of what his next move would be.

“Would you be able to forgive me if I took you completely?” He asked, his eyes near to tears while his cock bounced in anticipation of her answer.

Lori let her eyes trail along her father’s body. Her lip quivered lightly as she replied, “I want you to.”

James nodded and reached out placing his hands gently along her sweet hips and guided her over towards the bathroom sink. “Earlier, when you were taking off your make-up, I managed to force myself to resist but now…I’m so sorry, Lori, I can’t resist anymore.” He began turning her around to face the sink. A bitter-sweet smile spread across her face as the burning desire between her legs clashed against the empathetic pity for her father that lived in her heart.

“Oh, daddy, don’t worry about resisting your desire for me.” She said as she folded herself over the sink and rising on the balls of her feet to raise her buttocks up for him to enjoy her. She turned her head to the side to look over her shoulder and continued “I’m here for you. Take what you need.”

Firm fingers pressed in on either side of her hips and a hungry cock touched lightly against her inner thigh as it seemed to sniff about for her pussy. Lori looked back forward letting her mouth gape open. This was really happening. She knew that in a moment she would feel that warm, powerful cock slide deep into her body and fully have sex with her father.

James’s heartbeat so hard he feared he might have an attack. His last crumbling façade of decorum had just died at his daughter’s re-assuring words and now, here she was, submissively bent over and presenting her sex to him for his pleasure. He lined her up and slid his cock inside just a few inches feeling the sweetly beautiful sensation of her pussy lips tighten reflexively around the head of his cock. He gripped his daughter’s beautiful, wide-set ass and steadied her as he continued sliding in feeling the warm, wet, slickly tight feeling of her pussy enveloping his cock in a pure cocoon of pleasure. For her part, she let out a desirous moan and arched her head back breathing out a sigh of…

Pleasure?

Or could it be

Relief?

“Oh, Lori, thank you for this.” James muttered distantly as he felt his cock envelope fully within a woman’s pussy for the first time in decades. Lori groaned and pressed her buttocks back against her father feeling his belly press up against her butt cheeks and his balls swing up gently to graze her clit. Sure, it wasn’t as much raw, unadulterated pleasure as what she had experienced with his tongue, but it felt more full, more real, more powerful than anything they had done before. James didn’t thrust at first, simply drinking in the sensation of being balls deep inside of a woman again as he sighed with pleasure. After a few moments of stalling, Lori’s sensation of fulfillment began to wear thin, and she took to wiggling her buttocks lightly to entice her daddy to thrust away to his contentment deep inside her body. He chuckled at this and asked “impatient?”

“Maybe a little bit.” Lori replied sheepishly.

“Lean up, take a look.” James said gently reaching up to grab hold of Lori’s shoulder and pull her up, so her head and shoulders weren’t as sprawled down in the sink as they were before. In the cabinet mirror, Lori saw her own reflection and that of her father standing behind her. Somehow seeing what was happening to her body made it feel even more powerfully real than it had before.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful.” Her father said still holding one of her hips with his hand while the other raised to gently slide fingers through her now messy and tangled hair battered about by all the pleasure she had received earlier. She ignored this flaw as well as the cluttered bathroom and buzzing fluorescent bulb of the vanity mirror and instead focused on the sound of her father’s voice as he continued “I love you so much.”

Lori smiled sadly and closed her eyes. Somewhere in the universe, some cosmic cycle of her life now felt complete. Not simply at those words, her father had told her that he loved her so much as a little girl. Of course, he would say those as he would tuck her into bed with her favorite stuffed tiger or as he cut her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in half. In those days the words felt like a comforting platitude spoken from a parent to a child more so to soothe and fortify than in earnest terms of passion. Now, feeling his rock-hard cock shift inside her body and hearing those words again, something deep within Lori felt fulfilled and it wasn’t just her pussy.

Unfortunately, he continued speaking saying “I feel terrible for doing this to you, but…”

“I want you to do this to me.” Lori replied. Her face turned languid yet determined as she continued “what good is it to have the body of a full-grown woman if I can’t use it to bring pleasure to a man I love and owe so much to. Please, daddy, make use of my body. I want you to use it for your pleasure.”

James began slowly but rhythmically thrusting, slow and steady in a pulse which seemed to pulsate pleasure through his core with every move. James looked down at his daughter’s femininely curved body sprawled submissively across the sink as steam wafted in from overhead due to the shower. She seemed so small yet so determined and her tight, soaking wet pussy stretched and contracted with his every move expertly pleasuring his cock by its incredible design.

She looked into the mirror and his gaze met hers as she spoke saying “cum inside me. I want to feel it.”

His thrusting grew in tempo, and he brought back both hands onto her wide, curvaceous buttocks which looked like two scoops of sweet ice cream spread like a banquet before his hungry cock. His legs strained and sweat broke across his brow as he began thrusting even harder bringing soft whimpers and moans to her lips. Suddenly, the light grew brighter, the tension in his loins released and James’s mind went blank as raw animalistic passion exploded out from deep within him filling salty cream inside of his daughter’s salivating pussy. He shouted an incoherent groan of pleasure as she arched her back desperate to feel every bit of the incredible pulsating sensation going on deep inside her body as her father filled her pussy with the same cum that she had once been born from.

“You’re beautiful.”

The words left the crimson lips of the raven-haired woman in scrubs as she looked down at the elderly man in the hospital bed before her. Her smile broadened as she checked his vitals once more. Breath and heartrate were fine, and yet when she poked his hand and asked him questions, he only stared up at her vacantly.

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like to be dead?” she asked. She intimately sat down beside him on the bed. Her warm, voluptuous hips slid into place next to his skeleton-thin and non-functional body. She leaned over him and lifted his arm, toying with it lightly in the air watching it flop limply back and forth as she giggled lightly. She turned back to look in the old man’s eyes, still staring helplessly up at her as she continued, “Right now, in this moment, you’re as close as anyone could get to being dead while still alive. I wonder what it feels like. For you, maybe it feels like practice. You’ve known you’re going to die for so long, so many painful, wretched years waiting for the final end. Now here you lay, unable to move but still fully conscious. God, it’s like some kind of dream.”

She set his arm back down and brazenly slipped a red-fingernailed hand in underneath his humiliating polka-dotted hospital gown. He didn’t even groan as she slid her hand up between his legs, cupping his elderly, shriveled, furry testicles in her palm. She looked down at him lying helpless and immobile for a moment. A sinister smile spread across her face as she glanced nervously over her shoulder to make sure they were alone. She shifted her hand to wrap around his cock and began massaging it with her fingers as she lifted her scrubs shirt with her other hand. Her pale, soft flesh came into his view as she lifted her shirt to reveal her chest. Her breasts, encased in a lacey, blue bra were two of the sweetest hills of warmth and desire that the old man had seen in years. Her fingers danced along his cock and, even without being able to move a muscle, his cock dutifully rose to the occasion. She bit her lower lip and lowered her shirt with a little giggle of glee. “Glad to see this part of you still works.” She said. She shifted her hand back down to cup his testicles. His erect cock rested against her wrist as her fingers gathered up his two balls in between them. She felt his warm, ripe balls rolling about in his hands. She tightened her grip slowly, squeezing his testicles shooting agonizing pain through his helpless body as she continued, “now we’re going to discover exactly how paralyzed you actually are.”

The pain grew, and grew, ever more intense as he stared helplessly up at his tormenter. He could not even wince or struggle despite his desire to do so. She giggled and squeezed even harder saying, “I’ve never had a man hold perfectly still while his balls are being tortured before. Let’s see how far we can take this. I wonder if you’ll still be lying motionless when I feel them pop in my hand.”

 Agony, excruciating agony welled up in his crotch. His heart pounded and he panted unable to do anything else as she smiled down at him squeezing harder and harder on his balls. Why couldn’t he move? Was he dead? Was this hell? Had his old body fallen into some kind of waking coma? No, the sinister smile of the woman told him everything. She had done this to him, somehow. He faintly noticed patches, like oversized bandaids, on his arms and legs. He had not had those before. The pain filled him with nausea and he prayed for death to free him from her grasp. Finally, something in the back of his mind snapped and the world faded to sweet darkness…

 “She… she killed me.”

 Horace groaned a hoarse whisper as his blurry vision leveled on the same raven-haired nurse now standing by a series of instruments talking with a blonde nurse. He was surprised to feel the words leave his lips by the command of his own mind. He blinked and glanced around. The square of sunlight which cut into the room through the window had moved across the room, indicating it had been hours since his torture. The patches he had on earlier were gone. Still, to his terror, the terrifying woman remained.

 “What did he say?” the blonde nurse asked.

 “I don’t know.” The dark haired one replied. She cocked a coy eyebrow at Horace and said, “what did you say, Horace?” He gritted his teeth in anger at her manipulation of playing dumb.

He slowly lifted an arm, grateful he could move it now, and unfurled a crooked, accusatory finger at his raven-haired tormenter saying, “that woman… she killed me. Then she crushed my balls.”

The women looked at each other and the dark-haired one flipped up a page on the chart showing it to the blonde who smiled saying, “oh, a dementia case. That makes sense.”

The blonde nurse looked up at Horace and said, “don’t worry, Mr. Bellweather. Ashley here didn’t kill you. You’re still alive, see?” She pointed at the heartrate monitor and continued, “your heart is still beating. We have the beeps here to prove you were not killed.” She then rolled her eyes and turned away to focus on taking notes from the instruments.

Ashley smirked at him malevolently. He recoiled lightly as she stepped in close and sat on the bed next to him. “As for me crushing your balls, Horace, we better stop making up stories.” She lay her hand on his crotch, and he felt her fingers press against his sore testicles through the fabric of his gown. He whimpered as she gave his balls a small squeeze whispering, “or next time I won’t stop when you pass out.”