Save the Last Dance for Me

My Dad and Me and

our Chinese Catholic Church Fathers and Daughters

Halloween Dance

By Chloe Tzang

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Well, I decided to take a last minute run at getting a second entry into the Literotica 2017 Halloween Competition. So for my second story, I decided to go for the sort of sweet romantic love story about a girl and her Dad and her first time that every girl loves to write and every Dad loves to read coz you're, you know, their little girl and every little girl loves her Daddy. ... hope you all enjoy .... Chloe

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Oh I know that the music's fine

Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun

Laugh and sing, but while we're apart

Don't give your heart to anyone

But don't forget who's takin' you home

And in whose arms you're gonna be

So darlin' save the last dance for me

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"Bye, Aimee. Sorry about that, maybe your Dad can take you." Auntie Irene disconnects before I can say anything. She's not going to be late. She's not coming. We were going shopping for a little black dress and new shoes this evening and now she can't come with me and really, I don't want to go the mall by myself.

"Dad, Auntie Irene can't make it, can we please please please go shopping for my Halloween dance dress? It's tomorrow night and I really need something to wear." Anything, really, coz it's a like a kind of a semi-formal dance and us older girls are expected to wear something formal and last year's dress doesn't fit. I've grown a bit. Well, more than a bit and last year's dress is way too small now. Way. Too. Small. As in, yes, my boobs have arrived. Big time. It's been a little disconcerting but I'm not, like, complaining, even though they were late.

Better late than never and, well, it's nice to actually have them and they do look good, even if it's me saying so and it's not just me. My boyfriend says so to. It's nice to be actually needing a bra too, as opposed to last year where, you guessed it, seventeen and didn't need a bra. How embarrassing is that? Thank god I definitely need one now.

The dance? It's our Chinese Catholic Church's Fathers and Daughters Halloween Dance and I'm supposed to go with my Dad. I don't want to go. I'm eighteen, I'm way too old for this Church Dance stuff. Father Auyeung thinks we should all be shielded and protected from the sinful ways of the secular world. Halloween is apparently an evil pagan western cultural practice designed especially to corrupt innocent Chinese girls. And that's just the candies and the costumes.

Got news for you, Father Auyeung. You're way too late.

Coz my boyfriend wants me to go to a Halloween Party with him and I know Brad's intentions. Big bad Brad is one hundred percent intent on ensuring that one innocent Chinese girl is corrupted. And one innocent Chinese girl has recently decided, after our last date, that next time there's the opportunity, Brad can corrupt and defile her innocence to his hearts content. Sinful ways of the secular world, here I come. As fast as I can.

Please.

It was going to be the Halloween Party. I'd told Brad that, right after I'd jerked him off and he'd cum all over my stomach. "Next time, you can do it to me."

Short of screaming "fuck me," it's hard to be more blatant than that. Although in one sense I've been seriously listening to Father Auyeung. I'm definitely going to be well shielded and protected from the results of secular sin. I've got a box of Trojans in my handbag. Well, not the box itself, that's too bulky. But I have the contents. A dozen of them from the box that I'd picked up at Walmart. Assorted. Brad was going to be wearing one of them. He could pick.

Except, well, Brad's gonna have to wait now. He isn't getting to do the deed with me at the Halloween Party tomorrow night. Coz I'm not going with him. I'm going to the frigging Chinese Catholic Church's Fathers and Daughters Halloween Dance with my Dad. Father Auyeung been standing up and making a big deal about it at every Mass for the last frigging month. He's been thundering on about sin and the corrupt ways of modern society and the evil influences of secularism on innocent Chinese youth Sunday after Sunday.

Especially poor innocent Chinese girls corrupted by secular fashion, sinful ways and peer pressure. Father Auyeung loves talking about evil influences on innocent Chinese girls. He gets quite detailed sometimes, wallowing in the words and he get a little too detailed sometimes, especially about the sinful ways of some Chinese girls. It's quite eye-opening at times. He's not too concerned about thundering on about the boys for some reason. And Father Auyeung really can thunder. For a small guy, he can really talk. For a while there, I almost believed him. All the actual Chinese girls love listening to him thunder. I think it gets them all excited, their eyes go all big and round and shine and they probably daydream about being corrupted or something.

I know I daydream about it.

I know whose going to get to do it.

I'm so looking forward to being corrupted.

My Dad doesn't believe a word Father Auyeung thunders, but that's because, well, my Dad doesn't understand Chinese. He comes to Mass with me because my Mom asked him to make sure I came to Mass every Sunday back before she died a couple of years ago. Those were almost her last words, lying there in the hospital. She knew my Dad wasn't religious at all even though he went to Mass religiously with Mom but he promised her, and my Dad always did everything he promised my Mom.

He still does.

So do I.

"Look after your Dad, for me, Aimee," she'd said, and I'd said, "I will, Mom. I promise."

She'd smiled at me, turned to my Dad, breathed "I love you," her eyes had closed, she'd sighed once, squeezed Dad's hand and just like that she'd left us. Left Dad and me. That was two years ago and Dad and I, we'd looked after each other ever since.

Anyhow, Church. Mass. My Mom was Chinese but my Dad, he's a gweilo and he knows Father Auyeung is thundering on about something, but seeing as it's all in Cantonese, he just closes his eyes and snores quietly until I thump him in time to stand up or kneel when he needs to except that this time, Father Auyeung specifically switches to English just to tell my Dad he's bringing me to the Church's Fathers and Daughters Halloween Dance and that wakes Dad up totally. I almost laugh until I realize it means I'm going to have to frigging go. No excuses.

Asshole. Father Auyeung's just killed my big date with Brad.

Doing the deed is going to have to wait a whole week.

And I really really want to do the deed with Brad.

I'm eighteen here and I'm so wasting time.

Innocence defiled will have to wait.

Experience with sinful ways?

I was anticipating that.

Out the window.

Postponed.

Damn.

So my Dad is actually okay about going to the Church Halloween Dance this year. I'd been hoping he'd find an excuse coz, well, to start with, I mentioned my Dad's not Chinese. He's going to be the only Dad who's not Chinese who's there. Trouble is, he's not embarrassed about this at all. He's been coming along to my Mom's Chinese Catholic Church for years. Since before I was born.

He thinks' the Church Halloween Dance is going to be fun and he's come with me every year for years now. Probably he thinks it's fun coz he's going to get to perv at a gazillion pretty Chinese girls all dressed up and looking hot, even though they're with their Dad's and unavailable for secular corruption and defilement. My Aunt thinks the dance will be fun for me too. That's why she was supposed to be taking me shopping for a dress. Only, now she's not coming. And my Dad's not listening.

"Dad, are you listening to me?"

"Sorry, honey, what was that?" He actually looks up this time but I can tell he's itching to get back to work on whatever it is he's so focused on.

"I need a dress for the Halloween Dance, Dad," I say, very patiently. Then, before he can ask. "Last year's dress is way too small, coz, you know, I've grown ... Dad, are you listening to me?"

"What's that, honey?" Dad's really not listening again, he's heads down again on his laptop, back to doing his work shit.

"Dad, you really weren't listening to a word I said, were you?"

"I was, honey, swear to God," he says absently, still not looking up. Fingers flying.

Okay, I know he isn't listening and I'm, like, totally bugged. "I need to go shopping for a dress for the Halloween Dance tomorrow night, Dad," I say, very patiently, watching his fingers. Wish I could pound a keyboard like that. They're really flying. "It's always kind of formal and I need to buy a new little black dress coz my boobs are way too big for my old dress and I need something hot to wear. You know, something really slutty that makes me look like, you, know, a totally easy back seat score for some guy. How about I take the car and get something myself?"

"That's nice, dear."

"Dad!" I kind of squeal this time.

He finally looks up, kind of smiles. "How about one of your Mom's dresses," he says. "She had a lot of those little black dresses and you're the same size as she was, now you are anyhow, and she had some really nice dresses." Dad looks sad for a moment.

Just for a moment.

I've grown boobs is what he means, I guess.

"One of Mom's old dresses?" I say, a little doubtfully.

"She'd have loved you to wear one of them," Dad says. "She packed away her wedding dress for you to wear when you marry. I think she'd like it if you wore one of her dresses tonight." He hesitates. "Only if you want to though, Aimee."

I know that, the storage box for Mom's wedding dress is in my walk-in closet. She gave it to me before she went into hospital that last time. I can see that look on my Dad's face. The sad one that says he misses Mom. "Okay, I'll look," I say, still hesitating myself but if Dad'd like me to wear one of Mom's old dresses and it cheers him up, I will. If I can find a nice one that fits.

"If you can't find one you like, we can go shopping," he concedes. "But check out her shoes first too, I think you're the same size as her and she had some lovely shoes."

"Okay," I say, relieved. I head upstairs right away. If there's nothing that fits, I want to get down to the mall with enough time coz the Dance is tomorrow night. My Mom's walk-in closet isn't exactly crowded. My Aunt and my Dad cleaned a lot of Mom's clothes out after she passed away, the clothes that are left are mostly things like her little black dress collection and some jackets and tops and things that I'd wanted us to keep. She had quite a few little black dresses and as I look through them, I remember her wearing them out with Dad and how beautiful she always looked.

Mom always looked really hot. Even when I was only sixteen, she looked more like my older sister than my Mom. People who didn't know us used to look puzzled and ask Dad if he was our Dad. Mom always loved that, she used to smile that mischievous smile of hers and call Dad "Daddy" and he'd be so embarrassed. Mom and I, we'd giggle together. I smile at that memory, a happy one. Most of my memories of my Mom are happy ones, she was always singing and smiling and making awful jokes.

"Love you, Mom," I whisper to myself as I walk into her closet. Even after two years, it still smells like Mom. Her perfume, it's faint but it's still there in the air. The one she always used to wear. I don't look inside Mom's closet very often, I haven't been in here in over a year and when I do, I miss my Mom so much. But tonight I'm not sad. Tonight I'm on a mission and there they are. A whole row of little black dresses pristine in the protection of their dry cleaners plastic.

Say one thing for Mom, she knew how to pick clothes. I'm not interested in anything else, just the little black dresses that she had, and wow, there must be twenty of them. I work my way down the rack, taking out the ones I like that I want to try on, ending up with half a dozen laid out on Dad's bed. Mom and Dad's bed, except Mom's side hasn't been slept in for two years. Her bedside cabinet is untouched, the way she'd left it that last day before she went into the hospital and never returned.

I'm sad myself now, just for a moment, but the sadness vanishes as I look at those dresses and I know, looking at them, that Mom'd like me to wear one. It's just a feeling but I'm sure of it. The first's too long, that goes back. The second, I just don't like the style at all. The third? Wow. It's kind of very short on actual material and I didn't know Mom had a dress like this. I ease it out of the cover, hold it up. Really, there's not much to it at all. It's short, it's backless, it's ... I'm going to try it on.

Peeling off my jeans and my t-shirt, I drop them on the bed. This is definitely not a dress you wear a bra with, so my bra goes next and I stretch for a moment, enjoying standing there in nothing but my panties. I slip that dress on over my head and oh my god I'd die if I wear this dress anywhere outside the house. I mean its soooooo .... I don't know how to say it.

Revealing?

Yeah, I guess that's about as accurate as it gets. I mean, to start with we're talking totally backless. As in, no back at all and show of half your butt backless which I kind of feel but confirm using the mirror. We're talking butt cleavage here and I can see the top of my white cotton panties and they're not exactly granny panties, they're bikini briefs and I'm definitely going to have to wear something a little briefer. Waaaaay briefter. Yep, butt cleavage is what we're talking here, which I don't mind coz hey, I wear a bikini in summer and I'm not shy.

Yep, that kind of revealing.

Let's talk hemlines. This dress is short, that hemline's high. As in, that hemline is about an inch below my panties, and I'm barefoot. Mom always wore heels so how short had it looked on her? We're talking micro-miniskirt short here without heels. And okay, my Mom had great looking legs. Like me if we're being honest here, but still. That hemline is high. High enough that I'd blush if I was wearing that dress. Except I am wearing it and I do blush when I confirm there really is only an inch or so between the hem and my panties.

Told you my Mom could look hot.

Cleavage? Bust cleavage this time, not butt. Well, Mom was Chinese and she had Chinese-girl boobs. Small and firm. Me, I've got my Mom's genes. Small and firm, that's me. Now that they've arrived at long last, anyhow. The cleavage on that dress plunges. We're talking V-front plunge to the navel and side boob showing. Hey, I wear a bikini in summer. Side boob is fine by me. I'm a little exhibitionist sometimes. Two strips of plunging black, a halter-neck collar and some thin black strapping joining those strips to more straps down the side. Kind of Goth bondage stuff. Did I mention that from the hem to high on the hip, that dress is slit up the sides? Both sides.

Yeah, it looks exactly like the sort of dress some pole dancing stripper would wear.

Not that I'd have any idea what a pole dancing stripper would wear.

Except for that one time Brad got me into a strip club.

Butter doesn't melt in my mouth. Really.

Hot or not, Mom's shouldn't be allowed to wear dresses like this. I mean, it fits me perfectly, except, well, maybe "fitted" is a misnomer. Clings like a second skin is maybe more accurate. So my Mom used to go out to parties dressed in something I'd be almost too embarrassed to wear? Well, I knew my Mom and she might have been Chinese and Catholic and everything but I knew she knew how to have a good time and my Dad was, like, totally blasé about Mom having a good time. He thought Mom was hot too, I know and I guess that makes sense coz he, like, married my Mom and then there was me and my Mom and me, we could have been sisters. Twins, some people said. My Mom liked that.

I'm eyeing myself in that dress of my Mom's and thinking wow, this looks so hot but I'm going to need shoes and some really brief panties which I don't have and Dad's gonna die if he sees me in this. But I know I'm wearing it to the Halloween Dance and I hang the rest of Mom's little black dresses away. I do a quick check in my room and no, I have some bikini briefs but even those show in this dress. I take my panties off anyhow and drop them in my laundry basket.

For a moment, I think about going commando and okay, that makes me giggle and I'm definitely shaving myself for the dance. Bare. I like that. So does Brad and my breath catches. Brad'll like that when he does me, I know. But panties? Mom must've had something to wear with this dress and I know she had sexy lingerie in that bottom drawer of the bedside cabinet so I go and look.

Mom! I blink when I look. She had some very very hot lingerie and some of it's still in plastic packaging. I take everything into my bedroom and lay it out on the bed. I'm drawing the line at panties that've been worn, that's just gross, those go back but there's some panties in unopened packages here and those I check out and I'm keeping them. The rest of the stuff goes into one of my drawers to look at later.

What are these? G-string panties?

Oh boy, Mom! These are so tiny. Just a little triangle of black lace and some almost invisible floss. That'll work with this dress and I pick the black ones, open the package, slip them on and they are soooo tiny. Check. Nope, nothing in sight. No VPL either. Lift the dress and yes, I'm going to need to shave alright. But decision made, these are what I'm wearing and without even thinking about it anymore, I know it's this dress I'm wearing tomorrow night to the Halloween Dance. It'll probably give Father Auyeung a heart attack, but it'll be the kind of heart attack I'm sure he enjoys.

Sunday's Mass should be a real doozey.

Shoes? They're all in Mom's closet in her shoe racks and when I try a pair of slip-ons on at random, they fit perfectly. I've never really looked at Mom's shoes before but now, when I do, oh wow! Mom had some lovely shoes and there's a pair of strappy black high heels that will go perfectly with this dress. I slip into them and walk very carefully up and down. I don't have any heels of my own and it's kind of awkward. But looking at myself in the mirror, yeah! I look so hot.

Some makeup, tie my hair up and I'll give my Dad a heart attack. I'll give every other Dad there a woody. I smile, look at that photo of my Mom and Dad hanging on the walk in closet wall, blow Mom a kiss. "Thanks Mom."

For a moment it's almost like she's somewhere in the house, in another room. I hear her, a remote tinkle of laughter and her voice, faint; the way it used to sound two years ago when I headed out on a date while she was still with us. "Go and have your fun, Aimee."

"I will, Mom," I whisper. "I will."

The moment's gone and it's just me again. That feeling that my Mom's in the house vanishes and I'm standing in Mom's closet looking like the main act in a strip club. Better hang this dress up and take a shower and think about bed. So I do, I peel that dress off and I'm putting it on the hanger to take into my bedroom and hang it in my closet and thinking I should go through the rest of Mom's dresses because there's this feeling that she'd have liked me to wear them.
"Did you find a dress, Aimee?"

"Jesus!" Dad's voice scares the living heck out of me so that I jump and turn around and I'm not used to those high heels and I start to fall and Dad catches me and he gets a handful of boob. I've really lost my balance and all my weight is on his arm, one of my boobs is in his hand and he's holding me up and he's so strong he holds me easily and then he lifts me to my feet and he's staring at me and his face as white as a sheet.

"Are you okay, Dad?" He's so pale, he looks like he's going to faint and the least of my concerns is that all I'm wearing are tiny little panties that a stripper would be embarrassed to be seen in.

"Elaine?" Dad's white and he's just staring at me like he's seen a ghost.

"Dad ... Dad ... it's me, Aimee," I say, really concerned now. "You look really bad, come and sit on the bed." I kick my high heels off, take his arm, guide him out to the bedroom and sit him down on the bed, sit down beside him. "Are you okay, Dad? Take a few slow breathes."

He does and his color comes back, slowly and he's looking at me, blinking. "I thought I saw her, Aimee," he whispers, and he's shivering now. "I thought you were her."

"Mom?" I ask.

Dad nods.

"You better lie down, Dad," I say, coz he definitely is not looking good and he really is shivering and I can see his heart pounding. "Come on, slide up here and lie down."

He does, and I'm kneeling beside him making sure his head's on the pillow and he's looking at me.

"I think you need a rest, Dad," I add. "I'm going to put you to bed, okay?"

He nods, still watching me as I unbutton his shirt. I'm not used to unbuttoning men's shirts so I'm fumbling my way down and when it's undone, I ease it off him as he half sits up, leaving him in just his white tee. I'm smiling reassuringly as I undo his belt, unzip his trousers. Shuffle down the bed and his hands help me ease them down to his knees, then I tug them off. He's wearing boxers and really, he looks rather fit. Dad's in good shape alright, a lot fitter than Brad is.

The duvet's in a pile at the foot of the bed and I draw it up, covering Dad and I'm not even thinking that all I'm wearing are those tiny little panties as I cover him and then slide in beside him, tuck up against him the way I do when I want a hug. It's only when I feel his arm around my back and his legs against my thighs and the soft cotton of his tee-shirt against my boobs that I remember.

"You look just like your Mom, Aimee," Dad sighs.

Propped up on one elbow, I look down at him, kiss his nose, stroke one bristly cheek. "Close your eyes, Dad," I say. Maybe he's been working too hard. "I'm staying with you until you're asleep." It's early, only eight thirty, but he really looks tired and it won't hurt him to have an early night. Me neither, for that matter.

"Did you find a dress for tomorrow night?" His eyes are closing.

"Yes, it's beautiful," I say, smiling.

"I can't wait to see you in it," he says.

"Tomorrow night," I smile, resting my head on his shoulder, half lying on him and one of his arms is around me now and my own eyes are closing. I've always loved my Dad holding me, ever since I was a little girl. Now, with Mom gone and only the two of us, Dad's hugs and his arms around me mean so much more to me and it doesn't worry me at all that I'm not wearing anything much. Under the duvet, half-lying on my Dad, one of his arms around me, I'm warm and comfortable and secure and I'm actually looking forward now to the Halloween Dance.

Within a couple of minutes I drift off to sleep, almost naked in my Dad's arms and not embarrassed about it at all for some reason. Soon I'm as fast asleep as my Dad is.

* * *

My eyes open sleepily and its pitch black. The bedside clock says it's almost midnight and I'm lying on my side in bed and someone's arms are around me, which confuses me for a moment. There's a hard male body behind me, spooning me and for a moment I'm not quite sure where I am and then I remember I'm in Mom and Dad's bed with Dad and my eyes close and I nestle back against Dad, sleepily aware that I'm almost naked and not caring because I'm so sleepy and warm and secure.

"Love you, honey" my Dad's voice is a sleepy whisper in my ear, his breath hot against the back of my head and there's comfort in his presence and in his arm over me, holding me.

"Mmmmm." My response is a wordless murmur in the darkness.

"Mmmmm." Dad's sleepy murmur is one of contentment and happiness as his hand very gently cups one of my boobs and there's something very hard against my butt, moving very slowly and gently against me and my butt's naked.

I'm only wearing those little g-string panties and there's just a strand of floss between my butt cheeks. A strand of floss and my Dad's erection and he's rubbing himself against me, very slowly, very gently. My eyes are wide open now and I'm wide awake as Dad's cock slides up the crack of my butt and I'm so conscious of how big it is. It feels bigger than Brad's. A lot bigger. Longer. Thicker. Without touching it, without holding him in my hand it's hard to tell but I don't draw away.

"Elaine, honey, I love you," Dad murmurs and his hands turn me towards him and he's fast asleep, he's dreaming with his eyes wide open and he's smiling and he's looking the happiest I've seen him since Mom passed away two years ago. "I love you, Elaine," he whispers and his hand caresses my boob so gently, so tenderly, so lovingly and I don't have the heart to wake him even though I know absolutely he shouldn't be touching me like this but I don't want to wake him and take that happiness away from him.

His fingers tease my nipple and he's my Dad but it feels so good, it's like his fingers are drawing the heat and the pleasure upwards from my center, rushing through my body to my boobs and my nipples swell and harden and become even more sensitive and then his mouth is on my other boob and he's kissing and licking and gently sucking and my nipple is in his mouth and his lips tug at me and it's good that I want to push my boob at his mouth and I can't help it, I do and he sucks my entire boob into his mouth.

"Elaine." His mouth lifts, his sigh is one of contentment and all of a sudden he's over me, his legs either side of mine and his cock his hot and hard against my thighs, against my sex and he's rubbing himself against me slowly, slowly and then faster and he's breathing hard, I can sense his urgency, it's an urgency Brad has taught me to recognize and my eyes widen as I realize what my Dad is doing but I don't want to wake him, he looks so happy, so relaxed and content and he's smiling and it's so natural, it's not a forced smile at all.

"Elaine .... Elaine ... I love you ... I love you..." He's moving against me faster now, his cock's rubbing over me, driving me insane as his shaft slides roughly against my clitoris and oh god oh god oh god it feels so good but he's my Dad but it's so good but he's my Dad and his cock his cock his cock and he's moving and rubbing and his cock's so big so hard rubbing on me rubbing on me and it's coming it's coming it's coming and I want to scream I want to scream I want to scream and my hips are jerking and I can't control anything at all and that wave inside me it's building building building cresting I'm almost there almost there almost there but he's my Dad and I don't want him to stop I want it I want it I want it so bad....my Dad my Dad my Dad ...

"Nnnnnggggggggg," I whine, I whine as I get what I want, as that wave crests and breaks inside me, surges through me, filling me with an ecstasy that's almost unbearable in its intensity because it's so good so good so good and my body is alive as pleasure washes through me, fills me, floods me, washes through me with a golden flooding tidal surge that's better by far than any climax I've ever had before and it's so good. It's the best. The best ever and Dad's still moving on me as I lie beneath him glowing and his movements against me just make it better so that I climax again, just a little one.

"Elaine," Dad groans, jerking against me. "Elaine ... I love you, Elaine." His cock spurts. His hands grip me painfully hard, his body shudders on me, his cock throbs where he's pressed against my stomach, against my clitoris, against my sex and I'm melting inside as I realize what's happening.

Whining desperately, I feel those jetting eruptions between us, flooding out over my stomach, coating my skin with thick hot slippery semen as he frictions himself against me and those little climaxes just keep hitting me, one after the other.

"Elaine," he shudders, those spurts coming hotly, one after the other flooding onto my stomach, coating me slickly, spurt after spurt until they die away as I quiver beneath him. A wordless groan, a last shudder on me, he sags down on me, suddenly his weight is heavy on me but only for a second before he rolls away to lie on his back beside me and his breathing his instantly heavy, he's deeply asleep.

My stomach is coated with his semen, fluid and thick and sticky on my skin. I run my fingertips through it, circling, sliding, massaging my Dad's emissions across my skin. It doesn't feel any different to Brad's but it seems like there's more of it. A lot more and I'm shivering with excitement as Dad snores beside me. Fingertips slide across my stomach as I scoop Dad's semen up and rub it across one boob, coat one nipple while my other hand slides down inside those little panties that are all I'm wearing and I touch myself and I'm so wet and my clitoris is so swollen and sensitive and I'm still glowing, still on the edge of that last climax.

Scooping up more semen, rubbing it across one boob and nipple while my fingers tease my clitoris, circling, dancing, brushing featherlight and I'm thinking of Brad to start with. Brad making love to me the way I want him too and if the Halloween Dance hadn't interfered it'd have been tomorrow night. My fingers dance and tease and brush and Dad's semen is thick and wet on my boob and my nipple and I'm breathing hard now.

Brad. Brad on me like Dad was, between my legs, his cock sliding into me and in my imagination that image morphs into my Dad on me, my Dad's cock sliding into me, thrusting into me, taking me the way I imagine being taken is like and I can't not think of my Dad. He fills my mind and in my mind my Dad's cock fills me and my fingers slide in his semen on my boob and my nipple and I climax again in a sudden rapturous wave that holds me helpless, on and on and on as it washes through me until my fingers have teased everything they can from me and I sigh, my eyes close and I'm asleep again..

* * *

My eyes open slowly, it's not dark anymore, Dad's snoring on his back and I'm half lying on him, my head on his shoulder, one of his arms around me. The clock says it six fifteen and I've got High School today so I better get up. I ease myself up a little.

"Getting up, Elaine?" His voice is sleepy, his eyes don't open but his arm releases me.

"Yes, go back to sleep," I say, brushing his cheek as I ease off him, lift myself. One boob brushes his face and just like that, he kisses one nipple, a sleepy kiss but it's good, it's so good and if he wasn't my Dad, he'd wake up with a boob pushed into his mouth because that's what that kiss makes me want to do.

But he's my Dad, so I don't do that even though I want to.

I ease backwards, tuck the duvet around him, slide out of bed and pad silently across the room, across the hallway and into my unslept-in bedroom, into my bathroom, into the shower. It's only when I'm in the shower that I notice Dad's cum dried on my stomach, on my boobs but it washes off quickly. As I soap myself, I kind of wonder why I'm not shocked at all.

I mean, my Dad pretty much dry humped me in bed last night and shot off all over me and oh boy, there was a lot of it. A lot more than when Brad did that to me. I should be embarrassed and shocked but I'm not at all. I'm actually kind of happy and I can't work out why. Out of the shower, dried and dressing in my bedroom, I look at my photo of Mom smiling out at me and suddenly I know why I'm not embarrassed, why I'm not shocked.

Just before she passed away, Mom asked me to look after Dad. Last night? Last night I looked after Dad the way Mom would have. By giving him that release. I don't intend for that to happen again. Of course not, he's my Dad. But last night he was so tired and stressed and it helped him, I'm sure, because he slept all night and he doesn't do that very often, not since Mom left us.

And Dad was asleep, it's not like it was deliberate. It's not like he made a conscious choice and I know it's not right, I mean, he is my Dad. But I know he was dreaming and in his dream, he thought I was Mom. It was me he was doing that too, but he thought it was Mom and he was so happy. Since Mom died I've been trying to replace her and Dad's been so sad most of the time. Last night, he was happy. What Dad did with me might not exactly be right, but for the first time in two years, my Dad is happy.

Yes, I've done what Mom asked me to do.

I know I've looked after my Dad.

Mommy is happy with me.

My Dad's happy too.

Now I'm happy.

I'm smiling.

* * *

I'm having breakfast when Dad comes downstairs, dressed for work. He's looking more relaxed than I've seen him look since Mom left us and I'm so happy to see him like this, smiling, those strain lines on his face smoothed out, his eyes sparkling. It's almost like he was before Mom was diagnosed.

"You look like you slept well," I say, grinning at him. "Good dreams?" I'm curious. Does he remember? I remember his cock pressed against me and for a moment I shiver with excitement, my nipples tingle. I smile, shake my head, think to myself that I shouldn't think of my Dad like that. I think to myself that Mom was lucky, Dad really knows what he's doing. I've never climaxed like that with Brad and I wish Brad was only half as good. Mom was so lucky to have a guy like my Dad.

"I dreamed of Elaine," Dad says wistfully. "That she was with me again." He smiles. "It was a good dream," he adds. "I must've been really tired last night, I don't even remember coming upstairs. Did you find a dress to wear in your Mom's closet?"

That's okay, he doesn't remember. I'm a little disappointed he doesn't remember looking at me. But really, I should be embarrassed that Dad saw me next to naked and I should be relieved that he doesn't remember. I should be relieved he doesn't remember what happened in bed either.

But I'm not.

"I found a really nice dress," I say. "It fits perfectly. And shoes." No, I'm not mentioning those g-string panties. That's not the sort of thing you mention to your Dad.

Even if they were all I wore in bed with him last night.

* * *

Dad arrives home from his office and I walk in the front door after jumping off the school bus around the same time. It's only five, we have three hours and it's not going to take me long to get ready. I never use much makeup, I don't need to. A shower, do my hair, and how long does it take to put on panties and a frivolous little dress? Two minutes? No problems being on time. I make dinner.

"Looking forward to the Dance?" Dad asks me. He's smiling as he sets the table.

"As long as you're coming with me," I smile back as I take a bottle of wine out. "Can you open it, Dad?" I always have trouble with wine corks.

"Cloudy Bay Chardonnay?" Dad looks at the label as the cork pops out. "What's the occasion?"

"You and me going out together, Dad," I smile as I give the alfredo sauce a quick stir and make sure the pasta is cooking okay. "We've got a whole evening out together and I'm going to dance you till you drop."

Dad laughs. "We'll see who dances until who drops, tough talker. Now, where's those wine glasses."

"There," I say, pointing at the right cupboard. "The chardonnay glasses are on the left, top shelf." The sauce is ready, pasta onto the plates, sauce over the pasta, salads on the table and Dad's pouring the wine. I take my seat, he takes his. I say grace. We look up, smile at each other.

"To us," Dad says, raising his class.

"To us," I echo. "Aimee and Jim. We should do this more often, Dad."

"We should," Dad smiles. Our glasses touch, we're still smiling as we sip our wine and it's the best. Smooth, buttery, restrained, fresh with firm acidity, apple and pear hints. It's beautiful, so good that I take another sip before I start eating. Chardonnay and pasta with alfredo sauce, I love that combination. The salad's a package mix from the supermarket, but hey, I was rushed. Rabbit food is rabbit food.

"Go get dressed, Aimee," Dad says after we finish eating. "I'll clean up."

"Okay, thanks," I say, a little surprised. Usually it's me that cleans up. I hold onto the handrail going up the stairs though. We've drink almost all that bottle of Chardonnay between us and I'm not quite giggly but I'm close. Two glasses of wine definitely does that to me. Good thing Dad drunk most of it. Good thing my Dad can drink, like, half a dozen bottles of wine and all he does is blink a bit. Two thirds of a bottle? Water of a ducks back.

Good thing it's him that's driving.

The shower sobers me up enough that I'm not on the verge of bursting into giggles for no reason. I shave in the shower, not that there's much to shave but a girl needs to be sure. I shave everywhere, I like that and I know Brad does and for just a moment I wonder if Dad does to but it's not like Dad will know and I do giggle about that. Shampoo, soap, a last rinse down and a a burst of cold water at the end does the trick one hundred percent.

I'm singing to myself as I dry the water off. Hair next and that doesn't take long. My hair's long and its black coz hey, my Mom was Chinese and black hair, that goes with the Chinese genes. Almost every Chinese girl I know has long hair like mine, mostly black although some dye their hair. Me, I have some purple tints. I hate that orangey color a lot of Chinese girls use. And blonde is just too much work and I tried it once and it looked weird and Dad didn't like it so I've never done it again.

Brushing it out after it's dry, I'm singing and smiling. I didn't think I was going to enjoy this dance but now I think I am, despite all Father Auyeung's thundering about the sins of secular society. Dinner tonight and a dance, it's almost like a date except it's with my Dad and I do love my Dad. He's the best and I'm so lucky to have a Dad like him. If only Mom was still with us, life would be perfect and I know Dad misses Mom. I make my Halloween resolution. Not that there is such a thing but I'm making one anyhow.

Spend a lot more time with my Dad.

Next year I'll be at College and while there's a good College here, near where we live, I'm not sure if I'll go there or move away out of state. There's a couple of program's I'd like to get into but for those, it's definitely out of state and I know Dad'll support whatever I choose to do. But if I go out of state, I'll be leaving my Dad and I'm not sure I want to do that, either. Mom asked me to look after Dad and I can't let Mom down.

I'm not sure, it's something I need to talk to Dad about but not tonight.

Tonight is for me and my Dad but I do know one thing for sure.

I'm never going to break that promise to my Mom.

I'll always take care of my Dad. Always.

I promised my Mom I would.

Always and forever.

"You almost ready Aimee?" Dad's voice carries from the hallway.

"Getting there," I yell back, "Twenty minutes." I start tying my hair up which doesn't take long and then its makeup. Not much, I'm one of those horrible girls with a flawless complexion. All I use is a little pink lip gloss and some deodorant. After a second's hesitation, I use just a little perfume. Mom's favorite, the one her closet smells off.
Dressing is fast. Those little g-string panties. Not last nights but another pair, bright red, fresh out of the packaging and the red looks hot. I smile as I do a little pirouette in front of my mirror. Shaving worked, there's nothing peeking out from behind that tiny little triangle of red and Dad's going to have a heart attack when he sees me in these. Dad? My heart jumps. Brad. I meant, Brad's going to have a heart attack. Slip my little black dress on, zip that little zip, fasten the neck and oh boy, do I look hot. Hot enough to give Father Auyeung a whole sermon for this Sunday and I'm not even wearing my heels yet.

Father Auyeung may thunder on about the sins of secular society and the evil influence of western culture on innocent Chinese girls, but for all that he does like his innocent Chinese girls to dress up and look good for his dance. He even sends out a dress code. Tuxedo's for Dad's. Little Black Dresses for the girls and he doesn't like long dresses much. He's been holding this Halloween Dance for years, I've been to every one since I was twelve. Father Auyeung may want to keep his Chinese girls innocent, but he likes them to look good too and I know he likes looking at our legs.

Well, tonight he's going to get a lot of leg to look at. A lof of everything to look at. I'm smile, thinking that, well, in this dress I'm going to look like the sexiest hottest easiest to score with least innocent daughter at the Chinese Catholic Church's Fathers and Daughters Halloween Dance. Coz I knew what all the real Chinese girls will be wearing. Prissy little formal black dresses that make them all look so elegant and grown up. I smile.

Elegant and grown up they may look, but I'm going to look like a pole dancer working in a strip bar. Every Dad there is going to be looking at me and not their daughters and those Dad's eyes ae going to be popping out. They'll all be dancing with their daughters with woody's from looking at me and isn't that going to be embarrassing for them. Yes! This was going to actually be, like, total fun after all!

Usually I don't just dance with my Dad. All the Dad's like dancing with other girls besides their daughters. For most of them, it's probably the only chance they get to dance with hot looking girls our age and they like to make the most of it. Last year, other Dad's liked dancing with me and there were a few of them that were, let's just say, I knew if I gave them an opportunity there'd be what you might call "propositions" coming my way. There'd been a couple of oblique ones last year and the year before that I'd "innocently" ignored.

Innocently on purpose.

"Got everything you need, honey?" Dad calls from his bedroom.

"Yes thanks, Dad," I call back. "You've got a hot looking date for the dance."

"That's great, honey," he calls. His door is open and so's mine now. "You're as hot as your Mom was at your age."

I blink. I've seen photos. "Really?"

Mom looked really hot.

"Really." I eye myself in the mirror. Yeah, I do look hot.

Oh yeah. Really hot.

I look like the sort of really hot slutty girl that's a totally easy score for some guy. Except I'll be with my Dad and he's gonna be, like, so embarrassed. Especially when I dance with those other Dad's looking like this. I'm not going to look like those prissy Chinese girls at all. All their Dads are gonna be driving them home with big fat woody's. I wonder if Dad'll get a woody looking at me? I know he used to when he looked at Mom sometimes back before she left us and, well, dressed like this?

I look exactly like my Mom.

Maybe I look to hot for my Dad. I take a coat from my closet, slip it on. It's a half hour drive to Church. If he doesn't see my dress until we're there, well, there's no chance for him to object until it's way too late. I smile, button the coat, pick up my heels to put on down in the foyer just before we go.

* * *

"We're going to have a good time, honey." Dad smiles at me. He looks great in that tuxedo. Even as old as he is, if he wasn't my Dad and he asked me out on a date, I think I'd maybe date him. He's a hunk, really, even if he is way old.

"We will, Dad," I say. I'm wearing that long coat and Dad has no idea about that outrageously sexy dress under my coat. It's Fall outside and it's cold, so I have a valid reason. No excuses necessary. If Mom was still with us, I might not be able to get away with this dress. She might wear something like this herself, but back when I was fifteen and sixteen she was pretty strict. I never won any arguments with my Mom. Dad now, he's a different story. Wrapped around my little finger, that's my Dad. I can talk him in to anything. He used to get in trouble with Mom now and then because of that. Like that time he took me shopping when I was fourteen.

Mom said I could buy a new leather jacket. Dad bought me that leather jacket. He also paid for two skirts, three new tops including one that was almost see through, one pair of new Fall boots, two pairs of tights, half a dozen bra's that Mom said were completely unsuitable for a girl my age and half a dozen panties that had Dad blushing bright red at the checkout when he paid for them. I have to smile.

Wonder if I'll have him wrapped around my finger tonight.

Dad does like me to dress up and look hot, even if he doesn't like me dating that much. So, yeah, once he's had his heart attack, I probably will. Have him wrapped around my little finger, that is. I wish I could find a boyfriend like my Dad, except maybe a bit younger. Brad's like, a totally cool hip sort of a guy and I like him a lot but my Dad, he may be, like, old, but he's a real hunk of a guy and he totally gets where I'm coming from almost all the time which Brad doesn't.

Maybe it's coz I'm so like my Mom.

Anyhow, my Dad's a hunk, even if he is an old one, and sometimes I look at him and there's this, like, this totally overwhelming and insane desire to lie back and look up at him and just say "do whatever you want to me, Dad." Kind of like what happened last night except thinking about that now, I blush. It was good, but I'm glad Dad was fast asleep and dreaming I was Mom.

That climax though, that was so amazingly good and I wonder if that's what it was like for Mom with Dad, way back when she was my age. Anyhow, whenever I look at my Dad and have those crazy thoughts, I think to myself, Aimee, you're eighteen, it's a teenage girl emotional hormonal thing that you'll grow out of. So I know its pure insanity. So it happens, believe me. Teenage girls get these insane crushes on guys that are totally unsuitable.

In my case, that's my Dad.

So bite me, it's not like I can do anything about it. Hormones are hormones.

Okay, my Dad's like, thirty years older than me. Doesn't matter. He's handsome in a rugged blonde-haired, blue-eyed older guy kind of way. He works out every day, he's fit, he's big and when he smiles at me, my heart just jumps and sings. He's everything I think a guy should be, except, maybe just a little too old for me. Don't care.

I know I shouldn't think of him like that of course and I know I'll grow out of it and thank god my Dad doesn't know. If my Mom was still with us, my Mom being my Mom, she'd probably just laugh at me and tell me to find my own man. My Mom was so bad sometimes. Like tonight. I still can't believe she ever wore a dress like this. My Dad's looking around for his jacket that he put down somewhere.

"Let's go," he says at last, after he finds it.

"Throw your coat in the back seat," he says, holding the door open for me. My Dad's so thoughtful like that. "The car's warm."

"That's okay, Dad, I'm cold." I'm not but the night's cold and I really don't want him to see my dress until we get there. If he sees it now, he might make me go inside and change. He doesn't insist and we're on our way and I sit back and relax.

* * *

I'm right about my Dad and the dress.

"What the ... what do you think you're wearing, Aimee?" Yeah, Dad's bugged. Even though he's kept it to a whisper I can tell he's furious. The sharp looks from a couple of girls nearby tell me maybe that whisper was a little louder than I thought. But then they see my dress and I guess they forget about that because they're just about green.

"Dad!" I say, acting so shocked when really, I want to giggle. He stands there holding my coat. "Please, that's not polite."

"Neither's that dress, Aimee," he just about hisses. He's steaming.

"It was Mom's." I smile and walk through the doors into the Church Hall before he can say anything else. We're down in the basement and it's already crowded and he's not going to drag me out, I know that. Lots of Chinese girls. Lots of Chinese Dad's. Lots of eyes looking at me as I walk in very casually, very slowly, by myself. Slowly because I have to be careful. I'm not used to high heels.

Those high heels push me up on my toes and give me legs a couple more inches. They make that high hemline a little higher and I just know I better not bend over or everyone behind me will be looking at my butt. There're a lot of eyes on my butt already, I can feel them. I'm smiling happily when I spot the classmate from High School I like the least with her Dad. Mimi Wong's a snooty little bitch and the music's just starting for that first dance.

"Hi, Mr. Wong," I smile, ignoring Mimi completely, radiating blind fascination with the handsome and charming Mr. Wong. Actually, he's not that good looking at all, but hey, he's Mimi's Dad and that's good enough for me to cut her out. "Would you like to dance?"

I take his hand and just like that I'm on the dance floor with him, leaving her standing there gaping like a fish. I give her a smile over her Dad's shoulder, which I can do coz I'm the same height as him and I'm dancing with Mr. Wong, one of those slow dances where he has one hand on my waist and my boobs are just about brushing him. He's looking down and it's not at my face either and I know he's enjoying what he's looking at and so does Mimi and she's furious.

"That's a lovely dress, Aimee," he says. He sounds a little strained. He looks even more strained as I move a little closer to him, mostly because I'm totally shaky and flaky dancing in high heels and in fact it's good that I do because for a moment I almost lose my balance. It's not deliberate but he holds me up and I end up pressed against him. Very firmly and I know he can feel my boobs through his shirt.

"Okay, Aimee?" he says, sounding all concerned, supporting me. He's hard. An erection. It's pressed up against me. I don't move away. I mean, I know what an erection is, it's not like I haven't felt one pressed up against me before. Besides, I'm still getting my balance as we continue to dance and he's rubbing against my stomach. I kind of blink as it prods at me and at least he looks embarrassed but he doesn't draw away from me either and I can tell from his breathing that he's enjoying this.

So am I, kind of. It's not like he can do anything else in the middle of the dance floor. Can he? I sure hope not.

"I'm fine thanks." I'm breathless too. Try dancing in heels when you're not used to them. It's hard and so's he and it's pushing against me and he's smiling now and thank god, there's my Dad and he's dancing with Mimi and it's her that's smiling triumphantly at me and then my Dad's grinning at me over the top of her head and I just know he's laughing at me and Mr. Wong's erection gives me another prod and he's definitely getting off on this and I'm kind of regretting cutting in on Mimi know because it's a long song and this is going to go on for a while.

It does and if it'd gone on for much longer, I doubt Mr. Wong would've lasted. He was starting to pant like one of those old steam engines by the time the track comes to an end. I'm smiling and by the end of the track dancing in heels feels a bit more like I'm not going to fall any second.

"Thanks, Mr. Wong," I say as the track ends and I can just tell he wants to keep dancing with him but no way. I don't want him getting more ideas than he already has.

"Thank you, Aimee," he just about groans.

Dad's there with Mimi and him and Mr. Wong are doing a handover and as the next track kicks in and Dad takes me in his arms to dance, I see a surprised, then slightly horrified look on Mimi's face and I wink at her before I turn back to look up at my Dad adoringly, the way a good daughter should look at her Dad when she's dancing with him. Nothing like that slightly shocked look Mimi is now giving her Dad as they dance and I suspect she's just discovered why her Dad was enjoying dancing with me so much. The glare Mimi gives me kind of confirms that thought and I'm not above smiling back.

My Dad's look isn't the embarrassed look Mr. Wong is wearing either. He's following where my eyes are looking and he's actually grinning. I'm not showing it at all but I'm rather relieved because he did look genuinely upset back there when he took my coat and really, I was actually worried I'd maybe gone a bit too far. I like teasing my Dad, but I don't like genuinely upsetting him.

"What did you do to him, Aimee?" he asks, laughter in his voice and that amusement and happiness makes my heart dance and my Dad's such a good dancer that I'm just floating across the floor in his arms.

I giggle. "Are you sure you want to know, Dad?"

Dad looks down at me, looks back at Mr. Wong and Mimi and she's still glaring at me and doing her best to hold her Dad at arm's length. Guess she's not into her Dad rubbing his woody up against her and that reminds me of last night and that memory, it's so vivid that my nipples tingle and swell and harden and push against the thin black material of my dress.

"Maybe not," Dad says and he's grinning now.

I'm wondering if Mimi gave my Dad a woody. She's good looking if you like pretty little Chinese girls and obviously my Dad does coz he married my Mom and as we dance, I ease closer and closer to my Dad until I'm brushing against him closely enough that if he had a woody I'd know.

He doesn't.

I'm not quite sure whether I'm disappointed or relieved but my Dad's smiling down at me and I'm smiling up at him and he's so handsome and rugged. Big and strong and in that tuxedo he looks like James Bond or something. Debonair, that's the word. My Dad's debonair.

"You look gorgeous in that dress, Aimee," my Dad says. "As hot as your Mom used to look when she wore it." He's smiling down at me and my eyes widen a little because, well, maybe he didn't have a woody before but I can feel something now. I stay right where I am though and now I'm thinking of last night.

"I do?" I say. "I didn't think you liked me wearing it?"

He chuckles. "Well, it was a shock, Aimee, your Mom only wore that dress on special occasions." There's a pause then and really, my Dad's got a woody. A big hard one and it's pressing very firmly against me and oh my god, I want to squirm against it because the feel of it is just sending little shivers through me. "And really," Dad says, "you do look as hot in that dress as your Mom did when she wore it." His expression changes, he's remembering Mom, I know. "She nearly gave me a heart attack the first time she wore it," he says, almost wistfully.

I giggle. "Did I almost give you a heart attack, Dad?" I'm relaxing now, he's not going to get upset with me, I know that. And I'm wearing the hottest dress here. Yaaaaaay for me and I'm smiling up at Dad and he's smiling back at me and I'm so excited now. Like when Brad touches me.

"You're almost giving me a heart attack now, Aimee," he says, and his hands are holding me as we dance and somehow I'm more than a lot closer to him, I'm in his arms and just pressing up against him and my nipples are so hard and swollen they hurt like they want to burst or something and now he's hard. I can feel him, feel that bulging length brushing against me and he's as hard as Mr. Wong was but much much bigger.

"Just like Mom," I say, very softly, looking up at him and now I'm pressed firmly up against him, in my Dad's arms, close, like he was my boyfriend. That close.

"Just like your Mom," he says and we have eyes only for each other as we dance on. His eyes say he knows what he's doing, knows that he's hard and he's pressing up against me. My eyes look into my Dad's and say I know what he's doing but neither of our voices say a word as we dance on, together, and he's part of me as we move together.

"I miss Mom," I say at last, very softly. "But we've still got each other, Dad and I promised Mom I'd look after you."

"I miss her too, honey," he says, "but we've got each other."

"We'll always have each other," I whisper. "Always." I rest my head on my Dad's shoulder, moving slowly with him and we're in a world of our own, just the two of us as the next track starts and he's so hard where he's pressing against me and I think of last night and I'm so wet and there's that slow friction as we move and oh god, he's rubbing against me and I want what he did to me last night. I don't look up though. I'm not sure what Dad's thinking and I don't want this to stop and if I look up and show that I'm aware of how big and hard he is it might stop and I'd die if it stopped now.

"Hi Jim," a voice says from beside us. It's Kurt Lui and his daughter, Maddie, who's a good friend and Maddie's smiling at me and I'm smiling back, my cheeks a little pink. Maddie's dress is hot. Not as hot and not as backless and not with the plunging V-front mine has but it's almost as short and she's wearing heels and her legs are long and slender and she looks good.

"Kurt," Dad says, "good to see you old buddie. Maddie asked if she can dance with you." Kurt and my Dad are good friends, they do a lot of stuff together. Before Mom passed away, her and Mr. Lui and his wife and my Dad used to do a lot of stuff together. They don't now, because Mom's gone and Mrs. Lui and Mr. Lui separated and Maddie stayed with her Dad, but Maddie and I had a lot of evenings with a shared babysitter back then and later, as we got older, with each other. We still do when Dad and Mr. Lui go off together for a few drinks or whatever it is Dad's do when they want some down time.

I know Maddie likes dancing with my Dad, she likes my Dad, she has a crush on him, she's told me that and we swap and I'm dancing with Mr. Lui and we're talking about College and stuff and that's interesting because he really knows what I'm planning and he's got some good advice except I'd rather be dancing in my Dad's arms like Maddie is, which is when I glance at Maddie and Dad.

Maddie's as close to my Dad as I was, it's that kind of dance music, slow romantic stuff and Maddie's gazing up at my Dad with that adoring look that says she really likes him. Her face is all pink as well and my Dad's smiling and talking to her as they dance and I can't help wondering if his cock is big and hard for Maddie as it was when he was dancing with me. He's close enough to her that if it is, she has to know and I also know Maddie won't object at all.

I glance up at Mr. Lui to see if he's upset at all. I mean, it's a little bit obvious but he's watching them and he's smiling. "It's good to see Jim enjoying himself," he says.

"It is," I agree. "It's been hard for him, without Mom." I'm a little sad about that myself.

"Oh shit, sorry, Aimee," Mr. Lui says. "I didn't mean..."

"I know you didn't," I say, and he's looking down at me and I know he is worried. "I mean, I love Mom and everything and I miss her a lot, but I'm getting used to it. It's hard on Dad though, he really does miss her a lot."

"So do I, Aimee. So do I," Mr. Lui says, holding me a little closer. He smiles. "That dress you're wearing, I remember your Mom had one that was similar?"

"It's one of my Mom's dresses, she wanted me to wear the ones I liked when I was old enough," I say, smiling now. "You remember it?"
"How could I forget," he says and his smile is a happy one. "Your Dad and I were with your Mom and Stella when they bought them, matching dresses. They both looked so hot." He chuckles. "Just like you." And he is, he's holding me a little closer and I realize he's hard too. He's not blatantly pressing against me. Just a little brush now and then. I can't help wondering if all the Dad's are now. Hard, that is. I mean, Mr. Wong, Dad, Mr. Lui. My Dad. There seems to be a trend here but maybe it's my dress that's doing it. I smile at the thought coz I am definitely getting attention as I dance.

"Thank you." I look up demurely, but I can't help giggling as he brushes against me and Maddie is right in my Dad's arms, like she's his girlfriend or something and I can't help that surge of jealousy because my Dad's smiling down at her and enjoying himself and I'm just sure that woody of his is giving Maddie a good time. I'm being catty, I know. He's my Dad after all, but still, I'm jealous.

"Well, you are, Aimee," Mr. Lui says and one of his hands is on my back. Low. This is a backless dress that shows half my butt and low is my butt. His hand is on that top half of my butt and his fingers are moving very slowly. Circling. He's stroking my butt. "And it's me you're dancing with, I love the jealousy here." He laughs.

I giggle but I'm looking at Maddie and my Dad and yeah, I know all about jealousy. Maddie's so close to my Dad she might as well be glued to him and her face is really bright pink and I just know she's having a good time. So's Mr. Lui and to my surprise, I don't actually mind that his hand is taking a few liberties with my butt and he's pressed up against me.

"My Dad's enjoying dancing with Maddie," I say. He is, he's smiling and saying something to her and she's smiling back.

"Maddie's enjoying dancing with your Dad," Mr. Lui says and then he's smiling down at me and his hand. His fingers are down inside the back of my dress. "Just like I'm enjoying dancing with you, Aimee." He really is hard and in my mind I'm comparing him with my Dad and he's maybe not as big and I'm thinking from the feel of him he'd like to do to me what Dad did to me last night and given he's not my Dad, maybe even what Brad wants to do to me.

Mr. Lui's not married now either. I mean, his wife left him and now my arms snake around his neck and I'm pressed up against him just like I was with my Dad and I know he's enjoying this and so am I because now Maddie's looking at me and I recognize that slightly jealous look because that's how I'm feeling when I look at her and my Dad.

"I'm enjoying dancing with you," I say, smiling, but I'm watching my Dad and Maddie out of the corners of my eyes and my Dad sees me watching him and he winks at me, dances towards us.

"So am I, Aimee, so am I," Mr. Lui smiles.

We move slowly to the music. He's rubbing himself against me, not quite blatantly but not trying to disguise what he's doing either and all I'm doing is breathing, my eyes half closed as my clitoris sends little messages saying more, more, more and if there was nobody else around, Mr. Lui could have more if he wanted it. That thought shocks me a little but it doesn't change my mind, doesn't stop me from what I'm doing, which actually is nothing other than move the way Mr. Lui's hands want me to move.

"May I retrieve my daughter, Kurt?" my Dad asks as he and Maddie slide in next to us and I smile happily.

Maddie's sort of disappointed as she returns to her Dad's arms but I'm not. I'm ecstatic as my Dad's arms claim me and sweep me away and I'm right where I want to be, in my Daddy's arms, my head on his shoulder, close to him. Swaying with him and I do like the music. Not what I normally like but this slow romantic old stuff, it lets me dance like this with my Dad and yes, he's hard. Really hard against me.

I smile and look up, deliberately move against my Dad. "Did Maddie get you all excited? She has this huge crush on you, Dad." I giggle, but underneath that giggle I'm jealous as my Dad's eyes follow Maddie's butt and those long slender legs as she moves with her Dad. I wonder if Maddie knows her Dad's as hard as my Dad. The way she's dancing so close to him, she probably does.

Just like me and Dad.

Dad grins down at me. "She's not the only attractive girl here, Aimee." He doesn't say anything about me pressing myself against him, moving against him so I do it again, deliberately. Blatantly.

"You're a lot like your Mom, Aimee," Dad says. "A lot more than you know."

"I am?" I say, my arms around Dad's neck, just like with Mr. Lui except this is a lot more excited and I know my face is pink and flushed. As pink and flushed as Maddie's as she dances with her Dad and I know she can see me the way I can see her and we're almost side by side but neither of us looks at each other.

"You are," Dad says and he has a hand on my butt now and his fingers burn into my skin and without any urging I'm moving against my Dad, infinitesimal little movements but I know he can feel them and I'm sure he can feel my nipples through my dress and his shirt because his jacket's open and my nipples can feel him alright and my knees are jelly and I'm feeling like I feel with Brad when we're really making out.

My heart's just pounding now and almost I want to moan out loud and I'm thinking of last night again and how Daddy made me climax so good. Mom was really lucky to have Dad and I'm wishing I could have a man like him.

"You're as hot as you Mom was, Aimee," Dad says softly and his hand on my butt pulls me harder against him and he's looking into my eyes and I can see the longing there, the loss, the need for my Mom and his love for me. "You look just like her."

"Mom asked me to look after you, Dad," I whisper myself, remembering. "Look after your Dad, for me, Aimee," she'd said, and I'd said, "I will, Mom. I promise." I remember last night and I see the look on my Dad's face and I can feel how hard he is and I wonder what he means when he tells me I'm a lot like my Mom.

"I know she did, honey," Dad says. "We talked about you before she left us."

"You did?" I'm curious now and my knees are jelly. "Let's go sit down somewhere and talk, I'm tired of dancing." I am, I want my Dad to hold me in his arms and cradle me like I was a little girl, I want him to hold me and comfort me and tell me more about Mom. "Tell me about Mom," I add.

Dad looks down at me and nods, we ease away from each other, he takes my hand, leads me across the dance floor, threading our way past other fathers and daughters. It's entertaining the way the Dad's eyes follow me as we walk and Dad catches those look and he's grinning.

"I'm definitely with the hottest girl here," he says and I know he's proud of that.

I giggle. "Maddie could give me a run for the money." I glance around but there's no sign of Maddie and Mr. Lui. I wonder where they've gone but not for long because Dad is saying something to Father Auyeung, whose giving my Dad some keys and then Dad's leading my out. I kind of totter up the stairs, not quite sure about fresh air but if that's what Dad wants.

It isn't.

Instead, Dad leads me into the Church foyer and then he unlocks the door to the Blessed Sacrament Chapel. Huh? I follow Dad in though, wait as he closes the door behind us. Takes my hand again and leads me down the small aisle. There's a room to one side that I didn't even know was there and we walk in there, Dad closes that door, sits down on the couch. Pats his knee.

I don't even hesitate. I turn, sit down on my Dad's knee, lean into his body, rest my head on his shoulder as his arm goes around me. That dress is short, it's split up the sides, I'm wearing g-string panties and nothing else. My butt is on my Dad's trousers, those're all that separate him from my butt and he's still hard. I'm sitting on his knee and he's got an erection and, I mean, I'm eighteen. I've been dating for four years. I know exactly what an erection is. I'm what you might call familiar with them. I close my eyes, listen to my Dad's breathing, feel his heart pounding.

"Aimee?" He sounds a little strained.

I glance up at him and yeah, he's breathing hard. He's still hard there too. Really hard. Rock hard. Like last night and I remember how it felt when he came on my stomach and I can't help kind of squirming a little on his lap. My heart's pounding too and my mind's thinking strange thoughts that I can't stop. Like why did Dad bring me here? What's he thinking?

"Your Mom and I," Dad says, after a long pause, but then he stops, his eyes closed.

"Mom and you, Dad?" I ask after thirty seconds has passed.

"You're very much like your Mom in so many ways, Aimee," Dad says. "Seeing you in this dress, it just, you know, reminds me of her in so many ways." He opens his eyes, smiles. "Good ways, Aimee. All good ways. Your Mom always looked so hot in that dress, just like you do."

Now it's my turn to smile. I wriggle a little on him, making it obvious I know what's pressing against me. "Is that why....?" I leave the question hanging though. I don't want to embarrass my Dad.

Dad chuckles. "Partly Aimee, partly. You look just like your Mom in that dress and she only used to wear it for special occasions, and when I saw you wearing it, it just reminded me very vividly..."

"What sort of special occasions, Dad?" I kind of interrupt. Mr. Lui had said he'd been there with his wife and Mom and Dad when Mom bought this dress. Mom and Mr. Lui's wife. Now I'm really curious.

"Well, your Mom was pretty damn hot, Aimee," Dad says, slowly, as if he's not quite sure what to say.

"She was, wasn't she," I agree. I mean, I know that. I'm eighteen and this dress, it pushes my envelope a lot but I can imagine my Mom wearing it and enjoying herself. When I was younger, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, my Mom used to embarrass me sometimes but now? Now I remember back and think, wow, Mom!

"She was, and your Mom and I, we used to do a few things together...."

"Duh, Dad," I giggle. "You were married to Mom, of course you did. I mean, we're Catholic and everything but there was only ever one Immaculate Conception."

"Funny girl." My Dad's laughing, we're laughing together. "Seriously, Aimee, you've been dating since when, since you were fourteen or something like that?"

"Yeah," I say, a bit sourly. There was that guy when I was thirteen but Mom flat out said I was way too young to date and that was just so annoying. "Fourteen." I smile at my Dad. "But I'm still, you know, a virgin."

"You are?" My Dad sounds surprised. Surprised? He sounds a little shocked.

"Dad!" I squeal. Then I smile up at him. "I never found a guy as good as you, Dad." Not even Brad, I don't add, although I know Brad's going to get there soon. I mean, I don't plan on staying a virgin forever it's not some religious thing. It's just, I never found someone I thought was good enough to be that first special guy, and Mom always said....

"Besides, Mom always told me not to throw it away on just anyone," I add, thinking to myself that Mom, you were just so smart and I do miss you. Miss my Mom, miss my Mom's advice. She never got embarrassed. Like that time I asked her about blowjobs and she just laughed and said "Swallow, Aimee. You'll get to like the taste." And I was, like, "Mom!" But she was right, I did get to like the taste. I'm not telling my Dad that though. No way.

"I'm glad you didn't, Aimee," Dad says, which reminds about what's pressing against me and that reminds me of last night and them this dress and my Mom and ....

"What sort of special occasions did Mom wear this dress for, Dad?" I ask. "Parties?" I'm trying to remember if I ever saw my Mom wearing this particular dress but I don't think I ever did. I would've if I'd seen it, I'm sure. Mom and Mrs Lui. She was good looking too.

Dad chuckles. "Yeah, you could say that," he says.

"Dad!" I squeal again, not that loudly. I'm so enjoying being here, alone with my Dad, sitting on his lap. Just him and me. "Tell me," I say, sliding around and now I'm straddling him, the way I used to do when I was little and I tickled him only now I'm not so little and that dress rides up to my hips exposing my little red g-string panties and my boobs aren't quite staring Dad in the face but it's close and he's looking at them his hands are on my hips and I'm so wet and sensitive.

My hands rest on my Dad's shoulders, my nose brushes his, I look into his eyes, holding them. "Dad," I say, very softly. "I know you miss Mom and I'm eighteen, I'm not a baby, you can talk to me." I rub my nose against Dad's, very lightly. "I mean, I know you and Mom had fun in bed, you weren't exactly quiet about it." I giggle. I'd been shocked the first time I realized what those noises meant. Shocked, then intrigued, curious, excited, then just, you know, blasé. As in, Mom and Dad were getting it on again, roll over, back to sleep.

"You miss Mom wearing this dress for you, don't you, Dad?"

He nods, and his hands on my hips are stoking me there, gentle caresses on my skin where those little straps cross my hips and my hips jerk the way they do when Brad touches me and I want more. My sex jerks forward and I brush that rigid swelling that Daddy's trousers restrain. My clitoris brushes Dad through my panties and his trousers and a hot wet pulse overwhelms my sex so that I have to bite my bottom lip to stifle a moan.

"You miss everything else Mom did for you, don't you Dad?" He's so hard and I remember last night and how happy he looked as he breathed my Mom's name. How satisfied he was after his release.

"I do, Aimee," he almost groans.

I can sense his need, his loss, his urgency and I love my Dad and I promised Mom I'd take care of him. I promised my Mom I'd always look after Dad for her and I know what Dad needs. There's a black hole inside me as I slide backwards off his lap and onto my knees on the floor in front of him and my mind's a blank as my hands fumble at his belt, at his zip but I've done this before and It's not like I don't know what I'm doing here and Dad doesn't actually resist.

"I don't believe this is happening." Dad looks down at his lap as his cock stands upright a few inches in front of my nose while I gulped. It was...well, frankly, Dad's cock was a lot larger than I'd anticipated.

"Me neither." I heard my own voice sharing the same tone of disbelief as my Dad's but one of my hands was already clasping my Dad's shaft, my finger's curling around is girth and yes, he's definitely thicker than any of the other cocks I've done this with, which isn't that many. In the back of my mind, I know I shouldn't be doing this, not with my Dad, but I know what my Dad needs.

"Do I really look just like Mom?" I ask Dad, puffing my breath at his cockhead as I draw the foreskin down, exposing the swollen reddish-purple head. He's, okay, he's definitely a lot bigger than Brad and I'm looking at his cock and thinking my god, how could that monster fit inside my Mom and my sex pulses wetly at that thought coz, yeah, I'm the mirror image of my Mom. Size and everything.

"Yeah, you do," Dad groans, looking down at me and one of his hands is stroking my head, the side of my face, very gently, very tenderly. "Just like your Mom. When she was your age, she looked exactly like you."

I smile. "Did Mom give you blowjobs when she was my age?" I don't wait for an answer, I start to lick the base of his cock where he emerges from his trousers. I want to see his balls now as well, I want all of him. "Push your trousers down," I breathe and he does, my hands helping him as his cock bounces against my face and then yeah, his trousers and boxers are down around his ankles and his cock's exposed, his cock and his balls and I bury my face against him.

Breathing in, inhaling his masculine sweaty acridity as I licks his cock, cup his balls with one hand and they're so big, big and full of cum and I know exactly what my Dad needs as I lick my way up his shaft, open my mouth wide and take his cockhead into my mouth. My Dad's cock. In my mouth and I taste him and lick him and I swallow saliva flavored with the taste of my Dad's cock and it's so bad of me and I can't resist, I do what Brad's been teaching me and I just slide my lips down my Dad's shaft until the tip of his cock is all the way inside my mouth and then I go down a little but further.

"Oh fuck, yeah!" my Dad groans and the pleasure in his voice ripples through me so that I have to moan myself around his cock and now I'm caught up in what I'm doing and I'm servicing his cock. Dad's spreading his legs wider so I can work my lips around his shaft and my fist is wrapped around his shaft, and I'm stroking him as my head bobs up and down.

"Oh Jesus, Aimee," my Dad groans and I know he's enjoying this and his excitement is rising fast. "Aimee!"

I've been getting good at blowjobs, four years' experience with half a dozen different boyfriends, and Brad is older, he knows, he's been teaching me a few tricks and now I start to use them on my Dad, twisting my grip on his shaft, wetting his shaft with my saliva so my hand slides on him, swirling my tongue around him, teasing the underside of his cockhead with my tongue, moving my lips on his length, stroking him with one hand and cupping his balls with my other.

Dad's cock has its own taste and it's actually rather nice and knowing that it's my Dad's cock makes it even more exciting for me. My Dad? Well, obviously he's excited and we all know about guys and hard cocks and where the blood goes so I know my Dad's excited Jesus, I'm blowing my own Dad. His hands are on my head, stroking my hair back, he's looking down at me, watching me while I suck on his cock. My Dad's cock. I'm blowing my Dad in one of the back rooms of the Church and for a moment I just about choke, even though this is nowhere near my first blowjob but then I just stop thinking about it and get down to business making my Dad happy and doing what my Mom would've done if she was still with us.

Yes, I tell myself. That's what I'm doing. I'm looking after my Dad the way Mom would've looked after him and that's what she asked me to do. Look after my Dad. That's what I'm doing and if I could smile, I'd smile around Dad's cock but my lips are already stretched wide around his girth so the only smile is inside my mind.

"Christ, Aimee, you're a good at this." Dad's very satisfied as I bob my head up and down rather more quickly. The only sounds breaking the silence of this room are my wet stroking and sucking interrupted at random with Dad; heavy breathing and my own muted but definitely excited moans. I'm actually enjoying giving my Dad a blowjob and that's just weird but yeah, I know I'm good at this and I like it that Dad tells me so. A girl likes to know when she's doing a good job.

Both of Dad's hands are on my head, guiding and lightly controlling my bobbing and I like it that Dad's taken control. I like it that he's excited, that I'm giving him what he needs and I know I amd because his hips are starting to jerk with excitement, his cock's thicker and harder and my jaw's beginning to ache a little from stretching wide around him. He's thicker than Brad, longer, at least another inch longer and he's really excited now, excited and hard.

My Dad's hard for me. The thought excites me as my lips seal around my Dad's cock, as my mouth sucks on him, as my tongue slides over him. My Dad's cock. In my mouth. I'm giving my Dad a blowjob and if Father Auyeung could see what was happening here, he'd have a heart attack on the spot. Forget mere peer pressure and secular sinning. My head's spinning. I know this is totally taboo. I mean, my Dad? What girl does anything like this with her Dad? What Dad does this with his daughter?

But I am. I'm doing it and even as my head spins, my mouth is excitedly plunging downwards on my Dad's cock and I can taste him. I'm swallowing saliva flavored by my Daddy's cock and I'm doing it eagerly. Enthusiastically. And my Dad's letting me. Letting me? His hands are holding my head and he's almost controlling my movements now and I'm in, like, this quandary all of a sudden.
Should I be doing this? Does Daddy really want me doing this? What would Mom say if she could see me know, dressed in one of her dresses and sucking on my Daddy's cock. I mean, Mom knew I gave guy's blowjobs, we'd had that mother-daughter talk. A few of them actually. Dad knew for that matter, he'd caught me once or twice and he hadn't said a thing. But boyfriends were one thing. My Dad? That's another thing entirely but even though my mind's suddenly caught in a quandary, I don't stop what I'm doing but then I think of Mom again, my Mom's last words to me.

I pop my mouth off of Daddy's cockhead but I keep on stroking him as I look up at my Dad.

"Mom said," I sort of half gasp. "Mom asked me to look after you, Daddy." My hand's working diligently while my thoughts slowly form themselves into words. "I'm not sure ... I don't think she meant like this...?" But I'm not sure of that either. I mean, my Mom was my Mom, she was ... different. I mean, this dress. It was hers. She left it for me to wear. What sort of Mom leaves a dress like the one I'm wearing to a girl the age I was when she passed away?

Dad looks down at me, one of his hands holding my head, the other takes my hand in his, stops me stroking him because I haven't stopped. "Let go, Aimee," he says, and I do, disappointed. He smiles, brushes his cock against my cheek. His smile broadens as my mouth instinctively opens wider, my head half turns as I try to capture his cockhead.

"You're so very like your Mom, Aimee," he says. "Your Mom and I never talked about this, but somehow, I think your Mom would approve." He smiles. "Elaine could be pretty wild, Aimee, we had some good times together, her and I."

I'm not sure that my Mom would be this wild, but I know what she said to me.

"So look after me, Aimee," Daddy says gently. "If you're okay doing this for me, look after me."

My hand returns to my Dad's cock, starts stroking him again as I lick his length, smile up at him. "Is this how you want me to look after you, Daddy?"

Dad smiles down to me. "Enough talking, Aimee." His hand pushes me head down, my mouth opens wide, his cock stretches my lips and in a moment my head has resumed its bobbing motion. "You can look after me like this."

I know he really means it because now both of his hands are controlling my head in a manner that's rather more forceful than any of my boyfriends have ever used with me. He lifts my mouth from his cock, presses my face downwards, guides my head from side to side, my tongue and my lips dancing over his balls and shaft, smearing my saliva over my cheeks, my nose, even my chin, making a total mess of my face. Dad's enjoying myself, I can see that as he wipes his cock across my face, then looks me in the eye.

"Open wide, Aimee," my Dad's voice is gentle but firm.

I do and he lifts my head, guides my mouth down over his cock again. His hands are on my head, controlling me completely and I'm not in charge now, I'm not moving my mouth on him, bobbing my head up and down. I'm no longer sucking him off. Daddy's fucking my mouth, pushing my head down on his cock, he only stops when he strikes resistance. His strength totally dominates me. The sounds of my soft little sucks and slurps segue quickly into muffled gasps and squeaks as his hands move my head and my mouth on his cock.

"Jesus, Aimee, you're as good at this as your Mom was," Dad says and I'd smile but I can't because Dad's cock is fucking my mouth deeply on each thrust, deeper than Brad's ever managed to coax me into doing but Dad isn't coaxing, he's demanding and my mouth is stretched around his girth. I'm wondered what to do about him finishing. I mean, I've done this before. That stuff, it spurts out everywhere and I don't want it in my hair or on my dress. I'd much rather swallow. I guess like a lot of girls, I've swallowed. I don't mind the taste to be honest. I like it.

Just, I'm not sure about my Dad finishing in my mouth.

Dad solves the whole decision dilemma for me. He's deep throating me now, pushing himself into my mouth and his cock touches the back of my throat with every push which Brad's done before. I'm kind of half thinking of lifting my mouth of him and jerking him off because, you know, he's my Dad when he just blows off in my mouth. His cock throbs, one of his hands presses down on my head, holds me there as his hips jerk and there's that second where my eyes widen and I know what's going to happen and then there's that first jetting spurt straight down my throat and my Dad's cumming and he's cumming hard.

He eases back after a second, after that first spurt has half choked me and now those thick hot spurts of my Dad's semen are erupting inside my mouth while I gulp and swallow frantically, my eyes watering as I try to swallow and breathe all at the same time. I can't believe there's so much cum. I mean, I've done this before, it's not like I'm taken by surprise or anything, I know what I'm doing but none of my boyfriends have ever cum so copiously into my mouth and it's just spurting and spurting and spurting and I'm swallowing continuously, as fast as I can.

At last Dad's spurt's ease of, he's done and he sighs with contentment, relaxing. "Guess that's not your first blowjob then, Aimee," he says, stroking my hair away from my face, watching me as I suck his cock clean, licking his glans, licking that last drop of cum that oozes out at the very tip.

I lift my mouth from him, lick his cum from my lips. There's some on my chin that escaped. I wipe it up with one finger, lick my finger clean. Smile. He knows it's not. He walked in on me once, with Ross. Right when Ross was shooting off in my mouth. Ross never noticed, but I did. I watched my Dad looking at me as I swallowed Ross's cum, thinking oh shit, now I'm in it, I'm gonna be grounded for life. Dad just watched until I'd swallowed everything, then he held his finger to his lips and backed away. He never said a thing about it afterwards.

I giggled. "You know it's not, you saw me once," I said, licking my lips again. Swallowing. Tasting my Dad's cum. Not quite sure what to think. I mean, I've just given my Dad a blowjob. And swallowed. Then licked his cock clean. My Dad's cock. Is that weird or what? Actually, he's caught me out more than once and he never said a thing about it. "That was a long time ago."

My Dad laughs. "Yeah, I remember," he says. His cock kind of jerks. "You looked exactly like your Mom the first time she gave me a blowjob." He pushes his seat right back. Pats his lap. "Come here, Aimee." He doesn't bother tucking his cock away.

I come anyway. I mean, it's just been in my mouth, I've got a tummy full of my Dad's cum. I sit across his lap, and I can feel his cock against the backs of my thighs and Jesus, I'm so soooo wet. I'm melting and my panties are soaked through. Dad slips one arm around my waist. Me, I rest my head on his shoulder. I've given my Dad a blowjob. I've given my Dad a blowjob. I can't think about anything else and I can taste him in my mouth. Salty. Astringent. My Dad's semen.

"Aimee," my Dad says at last and he's sounding a little worried. Not without reason I guess. I mean, daughter, blowjob. Think about that one. I'm over eighteen but that's probably not what he's worried about.

"Yes," I say, thinking to myself that I wish he'd touch me. He's my Dad but I want his hand in my panties. I want ... I want ... I'm not sure what else I want, I'm so confused, but I want his hand there, on me.

"I don't think..." he starts to say.

"Then don't," I whisper, my heart pounding, taking his hand in mine and placing it on me, right between my legs, where I'm so hot and so wet. Where I part them a little so his hand fits. "Don't think." My hand rests on his, presses his hand against me. "Don't think at all, Daddy. It's yours if you want it." My voice says it without me thinking, but as soon as the words come out, I know they're true. If Daddy wants what his hand is cupping, it's his.

"You don't have to ask," I whisper, looking up at him. "It's yours. If you want it, Daddy, just take it."

"Aimee," my Dad groans, but his hand is touching me through my panties, exploring and he knows how wet I am. How excited I am.

"Nobody's been there, Daddy," I whisper. "Not yet. You can be the first."

"You're my baby girl, Aimee," Dad says.

"Mom asked me to look after you, Dad," I whisper, and his fingers on me are driving me crazy. "I want to look after you, Dad." And I do. "I want to give you everything Mom gave you." I look up at my Dad, really serious. "You said I look just like Mom, Dad. I do, don't I?" I know I do.

Dad nods. "You do, Aimee, just like your Mom."

"Then treat me like Mom, Dad," I whisper, sliding off his lap to stand in front of him. "Look at me, Dad, don't I look like Mom?"

Dad nods and he's looking at me. Looking at me like he's a rabbit in the headlights and I smile now that I know for sure what I want. I want my Daddy. I want to look after my Daddy, I want to give him everything Mom gave him and I'm going to.

"You have no idea what your Mom and I ...." Dad groans.

I smile as I reach behind my dress, unzip it, unfasten the halter neck, let that little dress drop to the floor in a puddle around my ankles, standing in front of my Daddy in nothing but those high heeled sandals and Mom's little red g-string panties. I'm almost naked. I'm there for my Daddy.

"Daddy," I whisper, cupping my breasts. God, my nipples are going to burst, they're so sore. Swollen, larger than I've ever seen them. "Daddy, I'm going to look after you. I'm going to give you everything Mom gave you but I've never, you know ... you're going to be my first ... you can teach me ... teach me to give you everything Mom gave you ... I want to do that for you, Daddy."

I'm so on edge, so excited, my body's burning with excitement and Daddy's looking at me, he's really looking at me, really seeing me. Seeing everything except where I'm covered by that little triangle of red lace. "Are you sure, Aimee," Daddy groans and I know he wants to. He wants to but he's worried.

"I'm sure," I say, and I am. I'm certain. "You told me I'm more like my Mom than I know, Daddy. You told me that and now you can show me." I smile. "Teach me." I'm shivering and I'm scared and I'm excited. "Teach me to give you what Mom gave you." I slid my g-string panties down off my hips, down my legs and let them fall to my ankles and I'm naked. Naked for my Daddy.

Except for my black high-heeled sandals of course.

"Oh Jesus, Aimee," Dad groans.

I smile at my Daddy.

My Daddy doesn't smile at me. My Daddy looks at me and says "You have no idea what you're asking, Aimee," and he's right, I don't but I know my Daddy will teach me. My Daddy will show me what I need to do to give him what Mom gave him. Satisfy him the way my Mom satisfied him. Make my Dad happy the way Mommy used to make him happy.

Five seconds later I'm not smiling. Daddy's hands seize me, lift me as he moves off the couch and it's me that's on the couch and Daddy's hands are on the backs of my legs, behind my knees and he's spread my legs wide apart, pushed my knees back and he's staring down at my sex that I shaved this evening in the shower.

"Oh fuck, Aimee," is all he says and then I'm squealing and my hands are clutching at his hair as he buries his head between my legs and his mouth finds me and he's kissing and sucking and licking me there all at once and I'm so wet and excited and I'm just out of my mind as he sucks and licks across my clitoris and it's so good it's so good it's so good.

"Daddy," I squeak. "Ohhhh Daddy ... ohhhh ... ohhhhhh ..." and I'm climaxing all over my Daddy's face as his tongue probes at my sex and nobody's ever done this to me before and I thought that climax last night was good but this is exponentially better and Daddy's hands hold me as I squeal and moan and cry out and then his lips and his tongue find my clitoris and I climax a second time just like that and it's me that's lying there looking at my Daddy helplessly as he licks me and tastes me and sucks at me.

"Oh Jesus, Daddy," I gasp. "Oh Jesus."

"Is that what you want, Aimee?" Daddy's smiling. "That's just a taste of what I want to give you."

If that's just a taste, I can't wait for the full menu but right now I can barely breath, let alone speak and Dad knows that. He's smiling as he picks my little red g-string panties of the floor and looks at them.

"They're lovely, Aimee," he says, putting them in his pocket. He stands, takes my hand, helps me to my feet. "We better get back to the dance," my Dad smiles. "Let's get you into that dress. You can clean up in the washrooms up here before we go down again."

I nod. Dad smiles at me. "Are you okay, Aimee?" He's looking at me.

I smile back, finding my voice. "I'm fine Dad." I squeeze his hand. Smile. "I looked after you, didn't I?"

My Dad smiles back. "You did, Aimee. You did." He takes my hand, leads me back through the chapel, out into the foyer and it's only when we're out there that I realize my panties are in his pocket and he hasn't given them back and I'm just about to ask him for them when I notice there's someone else there.

It's dark, just the nightlights but it's Mr. Lui is standing there and that's embarrassing. I hide behind Dad as I slip past him and into the ladies. I can hear him and Dad talking and then Maddie's looking at me and we're both surprised. Her hair's a mess and so's her makeup. Her lipsticks all smeared like she's been kissing or something and there's, like, saliva and stuff all over her face.

"Hi Aimee," she says, and her voice sounds a little strange.

"Hi Maddie," I reply and when I see myself in the mirror, I'm just as much of a mess as she is but I know why I'm a mess and I'm not talking to Maddie about it. We both look like we've just emerged from a long makeout session at a party and I've been here with Maddie before, just, not when we're both out with our Dad's and I'm kind of wondering about her but I'm not asking.

She looks at me and I know she's as curious as I am but she's not asking either and even if she did, how could I tell her. I mean, making out with my Dad? Giving my Dad a blowjob? Not to mention what my Dad just did to me. And then there's my missing panties. I mean, they weren't much but I hadn't planned on going commando. Maddie drops her handbag and when she bends to pick it up, I kind of can't help noticing.

Maddie's not wearing any panties and her dress is almost as short as mine. I blink but no, I'm not saying anything and I turn away and pretend not to notice. Was Maddie doing something with her Dad? I mean, there's no-one else up here. Maybe it's not just me. Maybe I'm not quite so weird. I don't know but it doesn't matter, I'm not saying a thing.

Without a word, we both wash our faces, adjust our dresses, brush out our hair and redo it. After I touch up my lip gloss, I lend mine to Maddie and she does hers as well. She has no idea where hers got to and when we emerge, we're both looking as immaculate as we were when we arrived.

Except that neither Maddie nor I are wearing panties.

Dad and Mr. Lui don't seem to mind and it's not like I'm asking my Dad for them back in front of Mr. Lui but I am, you know, like, a bit embarrassed. And shy. Actually I'm blushing coz I've never gone anywhere without panties. Definitely not downstairs and into our Church's Fathers and Daughters Halloween Dance in the shortest dress I've ever worn without any panties on. From the look of her face, neither has Maddie and I'm not sure which of us is more embarrassed.

"Dance, Maddie?" my Dad asks as we walk into the hall and of course it's a dance, the music's still playing and it's that slow stuff Father Auyeung likes. Maddie blushes bright red and looks at her Dad but Mr. Lui just smiles and pats her butt and Dad leads her out and takes her in his arms and they're slow dancing together.

"Aimee?" Mr. Lui smiles at me, takes my arm and, I mean, what can I say, thirty seconds later I'm in his arms and we're dancing and I am so aware I'm not wearing any panties. It's embarrassing. It's also weirdly exciting looking around and there's all those other Dad's glancing at me as they dance with their daughters or their daughter's friends. They're looking at me and I know they like what they're looking at and I'm kind of wishing I'd worn something a bit more, you know, conservative.

"Everyone likes your dress, Aimee," Mr. Lui says, and he's smiling. "You're like an eyeball magnet." Like a something else magnet I think to myself as his hands draw me closer but this time he's not hard and I'm kind of, you know, wondering about him and Maddie. We chat about stuff but without any panties on, it's hard to keep up any sort of conversation and I keep wondering if anyone can see my butt. God, I hope not.

Maddie must be thinking the same because her face is wearing that same kind of embarrassed flustered expression that I'm feeling and I'm kind of hoping that Dad and Mr. Lui will swap us back but they don't. For the next dance we get passed on to someone else's Dad and guess what? That's right. Hard. It's half an hour before I make it back to my Dad's arms and safety and I'm totally flustered and kind of relieved nobody has noticed and also more than a little excited.

From the look of her face, so is Maddie.

Dancing with my Dad, I look up at him, glance around, look back up. "Dad," I whisper, "can I have my panties back? Please."

Dad smiles. "You wanted me to teach you to give me what Elaine gave me, Aimee." His voice is low, gentle, just for him and me. "Is that what you really want?"

"Yes," I gasp, and all of a sudden I'm so on edge.

"I'm teaching you now, Aimee," Dad says. "Your Mom didn't wear panties with this dress."

She didn't? Oh my god! Mom! "But ..." I glance around. There must be a hundred other girls here, maybe more and as many Dads. "It's a Church Dance, Dad." I swallow. "It's, like, really embarrassing. Please, Dad."

Dad smiles as he dances me across the hall without a word. Dances me all the way to a dimly lit corner and stops with his back to the wall. My back is to the hall and we're half behind a pillar here as well and I relax, lean back against it and it's cool against my skin.

"I used to like it when your Mom wore this dress, Aimee," Dad says and he's holding both my hands in his. "I told you she only wore it on special occasions, didn't I?" He smiles now and I know he's remembering. "And when she did, she never wore panties because she knew that was exciting for me."

Dad looks at me. "You asked me to teach you to give me what Elaine gave me, Aimee. Do you want to stop now?"

I look at my Dad and I'm sort of shivering and excited and scared. I mean, you try it. Dance with no panties on and a really really short dress. I want Dad to teach me, I know. I want to give Dad what he wants. But I'm embarrassed and I'm scared and ....

"You're embarrassed and you're scared and you're excited," Dad says, smiling and it's like he's reading my mind and I am. I'm on fire and I'm scared. He smiles at my expression. "How about this," he says, and his hand slips under the v-front of my dress and cups my breast, thumbs my swollen nipple and back here, in the almost darkness, behind the pillar, I know no-one can see us.

I look at my Dad, then down at his hand as he toys with my nipple and I half close my eyes, accepting his hand, knowing my Dad wants to do this to me and I want his hand on me.

"Put your panties on now," Dad says, pulling them from his pocket and handing them to me.

I blush bright red, ball them in my hand. "Here?"

"Here," Dad confirms. "No-one will see you behind the pillar."

I look at my Dad. Cheeks flaming, I step into them quickly, pull them up, wriggle into them and adjust them while my Dad watches, tug my dress back down. The sense of relief is vast but that sharp edge of terrified excitement isn't there. Dad watches me silently, waits until I'm finished, takes me hand and we're back on the dance floor and I'm dancing with my Dad.
We dance for another couple of tracks and I'm enjoying myself, I even enjoy it when Dad hands me on to someone else's Dad to dance with while he dances with their daughter. Maddie's there as well and she's not blushing and flustered anymore either. I wonder if she's got her panties back to but it's not like I'm going to ask her.

I do end up with my Dad again twenty minutes later and he's smiling, happy as he returns some fifteen year old who's looking with envious eyes at my dress to her Dad. Her Dad's looking at me as his daughter gets returned but it's not with envy. It's with lust as I smile up at my Dad and float off into his arms, float around the dance floor, happy in my Dad's arms. I'm kind of wondering now what's going to happen when we go home because I've pretty much offered myself to my Dad on a plate. Will he take what's on offer?

I hope so and that's exciting. I'm kind of hot and wet just thinking about it. My Dad and me. Me giving my Dad what Mom used to give him and I heard them often enough. Will my Dad do it to me like that? Will I make noises like my Mom made?

"Almost our last dance," Dad says.

I look at the clock high on the wall. Over an hour to go. "We've got lots of time, Dad."

My Dad's smiling at me and we're in that corner again, behind that pillar. "We're going to have our own last dance before we go home, Aimee," Dad says. "I want you to do something for me first."

"Okay," I say. "What do you want me to do?"

"Take your panties off and give them to me now," Daddy says. "Then we're going to dance."

I look up at my Dad and my heart's going to burst. I look at my Daddy and I know this is what he wants me to do for him and I slide my hands under my dress and edge my little red g-string panties down my thighs, down to my knees and I step out of them and hand them to my Dad without a word.

He takes them and places them in his pocket and takes one of my hands. "Good girl."

I'm so wet. My knees are trembling. I've just taken my panties off at our church's Fathers and Daughters Halloween Dance and I have no idea why or what my Dad intends. Is he going to dance with me again? I follow him when he leads me out onto the dance floor but we don't dance. We walk across the floor and out the door and up the back stairs and into the foyer and into the small chapel we'd walked into earlier in the evening.

Daddy leads me down the aisle and turns towards the small room we were in before but the door's a little ajar and there are noises coming from inside. I know those noises. The sort of noises you hear from bedrooms at parties when some guy's taken is date in there and they're going at it. The sort of noises I'd probably be making with Brad right now if my Dad hadn't brought me to our Catholic Church's Fathers and Daughters Halloween Ball.

Someone in that room is getting balled and from the sounds that're coming through that little gap where the door's ajar, they're getting balled good.

Dad turns away and I'm disappointed. I'm not sure what my Dad had in mind but after that blowjob I gave him in that room earlier, it had in fact crossed my mind on my way up the stairs that my Dad intended to give me another opportunity to look after him the way my Mom would look after him. Saying no, never even crosses my mind. I want to do that for my Dad. Give my Dad what Mom gave him.

My Dad doesn't lead me out of the chapel. He leads me instead to the far end, where the altar sits on a small dais. I follow him, not sure what we're doing but my heartbeat is quickening, my breath is coming faster, my belly is tightening and I'm tingling everywhere. My Dad smiles down at me as he leads me to the altar, turns me to face him as we stand behind it.

"Aimee?" he breathes, and I know what he's asking.

"You don't have to ask again, Daddy," I whisper, looking up at him. "It's yours. If you want it, Daddy, just take it."

"Aimee," my Dad groans, brushing my cheek with the back of the knuckles of one hand; a delicate touch that makes my knees almost buckle then and there. I'm staring up at him now, hypnotized, wide eyed, my cheeks flushed scarlet with excitement. His hands find my shoulders, he turns me to face the altar, his hands slide from my shoulders down my side to my waist, my hips and his touch is firm, confident, without hesitation. My Dad knows what he wants and right now, I know he wants Aimee.

"Stand there," he says and I do as he does things behind me. The rustle of clothing dropped to the floor, his belt being undone, his zipper, shoes coming off, clothes being discarded and my heart is pounding like a drum, my knees are jelly and I'm wet. I'm so hot and wet and it's like I'm on fire and melting at one and the same time.

My Dad's hands seize my waist, he pulls me back against him and I feel his cock hard against my butt through my dress and I know he's naked because I can feel his chest against my back. His hands control me and I want to turn to him, press myself against him but I don't, I wait for him to tell me, guide me and all I can do is breathe, shuddering gasps as I wait, eyes half closed, savoring his hardness against my butt, shivering as I remember how big he is compared to Brad.

His hands leave my waist, slide upwards, onto my stomach, upwards, tracing the edge of that plunging v-front, touching my displayed side-boob, both hands sliding beneath the material of my dress and closing firmly over both my breasts. He cups me there and guys have touched my boobs before, cupped me and caressed me and explored me but it's never felt as good as my Daddy's hands on my breasts.

I lean my head back against his shoulder, my mouth opens to cry out and just like that, my Daddy moves one hand like lightning and stuffs my red g-string panties into my mouth to muffle the sound he knows I'm going to make.

"Mmmmmppphhhhh." I make it anyhow, and it is muffled, a muffled whimper. And then a desperate whine whined as my Dad's hands slowly massage my small breasts, squeezing them, rolling my nipples between his fingers, all while his cock pushes hard against my butt and I'm pinned between him and the altar, exquisitely trapped, paralyzed by the pressure of his body against me and his hands exploring me and they are, they're squeezing me, caressing me, massaging me, creating a building need that grows with every movement of his hands on me, every change in the pressure of his cock against my butt.

Daddy's tall enough that resting against him, the top of my head is well beneath his chin. I lean my head back against him, panting, whimpering, gasping around the panties crammed into my mouth. There's a scared tightness in my stomach, a throbbing wet heat in my sex that's almost frightening in its intensity and its addictive pleasure. I squeeze my thighs together hard, my butt jerking, one moment moving away from that hard bulge, the next pressing back against it.

I love the security of my Daddy's body, of his arms, but there's also the fear of what I know now that Daddy intends to do to me. Desire and excitement and fear and scared anticipation, all flirting and dancing together within me in a way that I knew only my Daddy can bring to a conclusion now because everything that's happening is outside my control. I'm in Daddy's hands now and I know what's going to happen.

Daddy is going to take my virginity. Daddy is going to do it to me, right here and now, in the Church, on this altar, all in the middle of the Fathers and Daughters Halloween Dance. Some other girl is getting it in that small room to the side but right now I don't even think about that. Those noises I can hear are just background while I wait for Daddy to take what I've offered up to him and the altar in the chapel suddenly seems so right for this.

I'm sacrificing my virginity to my Daddy out of love. Love for my Daddy, a desire to give my Daddy what I know my Mom gave Daddy. My Mom asked me to look after my Daddy and I am. I'm doing that because I love my Daddy so much and I want to do this for him, I want to give him the most precious thing I have to show him how much I love him. And what better place to give that sacrifice up to my Daddy than the altar at Church.

"Mommy," I whisper under my breath as Daddy's hands unhook the neck of my dress, unzip that little zipper. "Mommy, I'm doing what you asked me to do, I'm looking after Daddy the way you would."

Daddy's hands brush my dress down, it flows to my ankles in a whisper of silk, leaving me in nothing but my high-heeled sandals again. I'm naked, naked for my Daddy and my Daddy knows exactly what to do with a naked girl. Both hands return to my breasts as his naked cock presses hotly against my butt and I'm so wet I can feel wetness on my inner thighs and Daddy's hands are rolling my nipples, teasing them and tugging lightly at them as he cups my breasts.

I'm buckling at the knees but caught between my Dad and the altar, there's nowhere to go as Daddy's hands run over my body freely, exploring everywhere he wants to explore and I'm not shy at all here in the darkness. His hands slide down my body to my hips, holding me as his cock frictions against mt butt, sliding back up over my stomach to my breasts, stroking them, touching my nipples, teasing them. I look down, enthralled at the sight of my Daddy's fingers on me, enjoying me. I watch and feel as my nipples swell and harden to a rubbery firmness, larger than I've ever seen them, full and aching.

"Ohhhhhhh." My moan is audible through the gag of my panties as he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and his forefingers and I can't believe how good he makes that feel. He does it again and I whimper, then whine as he tugs and twists them, on and on. My nipples are swollen hard, standing straight out, impossibly sensitive under his fingers, my hands unable to resist. I move them to rest over his, I want to feel his hands moving on me as well as watch them.

My Dad's hands, I watch them on me, feel them on me, rest my hands on his, feeling his fingers as they move, as they do things to me. They ease down and my hands move with with, rest on my Dad's hands as they slide downwards to my stomach, slide down further, slide down to the upper part of my thighs and he's leaning forward a little, his breath hot against the back of my head as the fingertips of one of his hands find the swollen little protrusion of my clitoris and tease me, torment me, bringing soft whimpers from me, all without his fingers actually touching me.

"Are you mine, Aimee?" My Dad's question is soft, gentle. I know he's making sure this is something I want and I do, I really do.

"Yes," my answer is muffled until he reaches up and removes those panties from my mouth. "Yes," I gasp again. "Yes, Daddy." All I want to do was fall forward onto the altar but he's holding me upright, one hand cupping a breast, the other circling on my stomach as his cock rubs slowly against my butt, delicious friction, his heated hardness against my skin and I'm afraid of what I know is going to happen and simultaneously I want it to happen.

"Ohhhhhh." I'm juddering backwards and forwards between the edge of the altar and his cock, whimpering; gasping little noises of intermingled fear and excitement and anticipation but not of protest. Never of protest because this is my Daddy and I want to give him what he wants even though I'm scared.

"You're as hot as your Mom, Aimee." My Dad's words are gentle, gentle but full of desire and passion as one of his hands cups my small firm breast, rolls my nipples almost painfully. His other hand circles on my stomach, presses me back against him while his cock presses hotly against my butt and I'm so very wet and that wetness is on my inner thighs as well and I'm shuddering with excitement as he draws back a little, turns me towards him, lifts me easily to sit on the altar with my legs to either side of him.

His cock bounces against my stomach and then Dad's easy me down, easing my back, his hands carefully lowering me to flat on my back across the altar. I lie back with a gasp; my cheeks flushed pink and hot in the darkness, my arms to each side, spreading myself out of my own accord for my Dad to look down at in the dim light that's filtering in through the windows. It's not a large altar and I fit it perfectly, my head at one end, my legs hanging off the other, bent at the knees where they dangle of the end.

Lying before my Dad, naked on the altar, looking up at him standing over me, I'm incredibly aware of how liquidly wet and ready for him my sex is and I can see where my Dad's looking. He kissed me there before, kissed and licked me and I'm wondering if he wants to do that again. Heart pounding, I spread my knees apart, sliding them along the edge of the altar until they're at each corner and my sex is exposed to my Dad's eyes. All of me is exposed to my Dad's eyes.

My Dad's eyes move over me, move up my body until his eyes meet mine, hold mine and he steps towards the altar, towards me and his cock is upright, erect, jutting forwards and up and at the sight of it I almost move to cover myself with my hands but I don't. I lie there without moving, waiting. Daddy smiles down at me, smiles and reaches for my hips, drawing me towards the edge of the altar, his arms under my legs so that they're raised and held in the air as he eases me down towards him until my butt's at the edge of the altar and my sex is there, open, exposed, in the position he wants me in.

He doesn't say anything now, he simply looks into my eyes as his cockhead nudges my sex, pushes a little so that I open to him.

"Ohhh." My cry is sudden, surprised, that first brushing contact of his cock with my sex and its frightening and its exciting and my Dad just smiles down at me as his cockhead finds my entrance. I'm scared now, it's going to hurt, I know, all my friends said their first time hurt but despite that fear, despite being prepared for some pain I'm so wet and so excited and I want this as Dad's hands move me a little, lift my butt, move me a little closer to the edge of the altar, push my knees back and wide apart so that I'm completely open and exposed to him.

Exposed and open to my Daddy. To my Daddy's cock.

My heart's pounding like a drum, I'm gasping for breath, whimpering now and then as my Dad's hands position me. None of my boyfriends have ever seen me like this. Maybe Brad would've tonight if I'd gone to that party with him but he didn't and it's my Dad that I'm naked for, my Dad that I'm spread and exposed and wide open for. It's my Dad's cock that's touching my sex and it's so exciting to be exposed like this, spread by my Dad's hands and I'm just liquid with excitement.

"Now," Daddy says, and without a pause, the deed accompany the word, he pushes gently against my entrance.

"Uuhhhhhh." I gasp, stunned at the sensation as my sex opens easily to him, his cockhead pushing through my entrance and into me with slippery ease and the pleasure I experience as I feel his cockhead inside me, pushing lightly against the walls of my channel, that pleasure is intoxicating. He pauses then, his eyes and mine locked together. We both knew what;s about to happen and we both want it to happen but when it does, it's irrevocable.

"Do you want it, Aimee?" Daddy asks, holding himself still inside me. I do, I want it badly even though he's my Daddy.

My moutj works for a moment and then I gasp. "Don't stop, Daddy, please, I want it." And I do. I my Daddy so much, want him so very badly. I want to give him what my Mom gave him and I want to give it to him now.

"Aimee," he sighs and he moves, he thrusts gently.

"Ow." I jerk, I cry out once, sharply, at the little stab of pain. My body jerks but his hands hold me in place as his cock eases a little deeper into me, pushing, stretching me. I lie on that altar on my back, naked and spread open for my Dad to take and he's doing it, he's taking me, his cockhead is inside me and my sex is clasping him and I'm melting on him, hot and wet and wanting more. Wanting all of him. Wanting my Dad's cock all the way inside me.

Wanting my Dad to fuck me.

"You're so wet, Aimee," my Dad says, looking down at where we join, looking down to where his cock is slowly easing it's way deeper into my sex in gentle backwards and forwards movements that ripple through me as he moves inside me, as his shaft slides in and out through my entrance.

Positioned as I am, on my back on the edge of the altar, my legs spread wide and held there by his hands, he has a perfect view of my sex and his cock entering me. He's looking down at me, looking down at where I'm taking him inside my body and I can see his desire, his need, his longing and then, as he looks up to my face, I can see the love he has for me as his eyes meet mine.

"Daddy," I moan. "Daddy, I love you." I do, I love my Daddy so much.

"Aimee," he groans now. "Aimee." His cock is easing into me and it doesn't hurt much at all. Deeper and deeper, gentle in and out movements that ease his cockhead deeper and deeper inside me with every movement, every gentle thrust and he's smiling as he takes me, smiling down at me as his cockhead works its way deeper and deeper into my sex, gentle pressure against the slippery walls of my channel, gentle friction as his shaft slides inside me. Further and further inside me.

"Fuck, Aimee," he groans, "you're so wet, so fucking wet and tight," and he's working his cock deeper, ever deeper inside me and he's stretching me inside. Stretching my channel around his thickness, huge and hard in my virgin sex. I can't believe I can feel him inside me like this, feel the shape of him and his movements within me and it's so good I wanted to cry out.

"Ohhhhhhmmmmm." I do, but I muffle my outburst with a hand across my mouth.

"Open your mouth, Aimee," Dad says and I do and he pushes my g-string panties in, smiling down at me as he does so.

"Mmmmmm," I moan around them and it works, they muffle my moan as I chew on them, tasting myself as Daddy's cock moves inside me.

"So tight," Daddy breathe, "your cunt's so fucking tight, Aimee."

"Mmmpphhhh?" It's not like I can reply, my mouth's full and Daddy's hands are pushing my knees back, back until my feet are bouncing around by his elbows and he's pushing his cock into me hatder now, working it deeper and deeper inside me and I can't believe how long it feels, how much of him there is inside me and I know there's still more to go into me as his hands grip me, hold me, as his cock works backwards and forwards inside me.

My Daddy's cock.

Working its way into me.

I'm jerking and shuddering now but Daddy's hands hold me firmly in place as his cock moves ever deeper into me, pushing, stretching me, deeper and deeper. Impossibly deep. I can feel him all the way up inside me, impossibly large and hard within my sex and I cry through those panties filling my mouth. I cry out again as he pushes up hard against my butt and the backs of my thighs. This is it! All of his cock is completely inside me! My Daddy's cock is completely buried in my sex, he's going to do me the way he used to do Mom. I'm going to give me Daddy what he needs from a woman. I'm going to give him what Mommy gave him. I'm going to give my Daddy pleasure and satisfaction and there's nothing more I want than that.

Daddy us taking me, taking me with slow steady thrusts. From his expression, I can tell he's enjoying this, enjoying his cock fucking me and I know he hasn't had a woman since well before Mommy died and now I'm so happy that it's me as his cock slides up inside me and I'm sheened with sweat now, naked and there for my Daddy to take. There for my Daddy to fuck and he is. He's fucking me and his cock's moving inside me, filling me all the way up inside where nothing has ever been before and it's exquisite pleasure beyond anything I imagined it would be like.
"Aimee," Daddy groans. "Aimee." His face looks down at mine and the pleasure there, the enjoyment, the love, it fills me the way his cock is filling me. Inexorably. Thoroughly. Completely. He's leaning a little over me now, thrusting harder, taking me deeper, faster and my feet are on his shoulders, he's pulled me closer towards him and his hands are under my shoulders now, his weight's on me, crushing my breasts and he pulls those panties from my mouth and his mouth finds mine. My Daddy's kissing me, kissing me like my Daddy's never kissed me before and I open my mouth wide to him and he kisses me the way he wants to while his cock fucks me.

My sex clasps him tightly, every long slide of my Daddy's cock has me reacting differently, my body experiencing sensations and pleasure I hadn't known I could feel. Daddy's rocking into me now, the sound of sex unmistakable. Wet sounds from my sex as his cock pumps into me, the slapping of flesh against flesh, my muffled gasps and moans, my Dad's heavy breathing, the thumps from the altar as Daddy has me harder and harder and he does, his movements are definitely harder and faster and my sobs and cries are louder despite my Dad's mouth muffling them. There's no words between us now, only those wordless sounds of sex as my Daddy fucks me.

My hands clutch at my Daddy's back, his tongue fills my mouth, possesses my mouth as his cock possesses my sex, he rides me now, plunging his cock into me so that my butt thumps into the altar beneath me and I'm juddering beneath him, wild-eyed, lost in the excitement of my Daddy possessing my body and I know I'm giving him what Mommy gave him and I'm so happy, his cock taking me ever deeper into a golden wave of pleasure that builds and builds builds within me.

"Oh fuck, Aimee," my Daddy groans. "Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..." and he's rocking into me, rocking and pounding and hammering and it's not gentle but it's what I want, it's what I enjoy, it's what I need and I wonder briefly how Daddy knows that but as long as he's giving it to me I don't care. I don't care at all and it's so good, I'm melting helplessly as he grunts his enjoyment of me.

"Uhhhh," I groan as his cock claims me. Fills me. Rams into me. His body slaps up against me, my breasts quiver, my body judders at the impact.

"Ohhhhh," I moan as he eases back.

"Uhhhhh," I groan again. And again. And again. I want to say more, I want to tell my Daddy I love him, I want to tell my Daddy what I'm feeling as he fucks me but the words won't come, only the cries and sobs and little groans as he moves inside me, his cock thrusting deeply up inside me again and again and again and Daddy's fucking me even harder now and I have no idea how long he can do this but as long as he keeps doing me like this I don't care.

The words come at last, forced from my mouth by my growing excitement as my Daddy's cock impales me, a shaft of steel driving into my sex again and again and again.

"Fuck me," I moan at last. "Fuck me."

Daddy looks down at me and he grins, he doesn't need me to tell him that but I can tell he likes me saying that.

"Fuck me hard," I moan.

Daddy's face is sheened with sweat, our bodies are slippery with sweat but Daddy does as I ask. Unbelievably, to me anyway, he does. He fucks me harder, his cock taking me deep, ramming into me, plunging into me, his body slapping against mine, mine thumping into the altar beneath me and I can't stop the noises I'm making as my Daddy fucks me. More and more noises. Helpless wordless noises of excitement and surrender.

My Daddy's voice is suddenly loud and clear and I know instinctively that he's close. "You belong to me, Aimee... you're mine ... you're mine to fuck."

"Yes .... Yes... I'm yours, Daddy, I'm yours..." I am. I know I am. I'm his. I'm my Daddy's to fuck the same way Mom was his to fuck and knowing that, my climax sweeps me up in a golden wave, my sex spasming on my Daddy's cock, my body arching and juddering beneath him as his cock slams into me and Daddy's reaching his own culmination as mine begins to fade.

His cock throbs, pulses, spurts inside me. That first spurt jets into me, a pulsing eruption that blasts his semen deep inside my sex as I spasm on him, my sex milking him as his cock shoots his semen out deep inside me. Hot bursts of cum flood me as I convulse on my Daddy's cockshaft and Daddy's groaning his pleasure as he humps hard into me, holds himself high in me and I'm taking a man's cum inside me for the first time.

When Daddy came in my mouth earlier, there was so much of it. Now? Now he's cumming in an endless series of spurts that go on and on and on, flooding me, flooding my sex with my Daddy's semen and there's so much of it. I lie beneath my Daddy, glowing, shuddering, quivering as he slowly subsides on me and it's over. My Daddy's taken my virginity, popped my cherry, fucked me.

My Daddy's fucked me.

I stare up at my Daddy's face, see him looking down at me, his weight on me, his cock impaling me, his cum filling me sex and I'm spread wide for him, he's still inside me and we're both gasping and panting for breath.

"Daddy," I whimper, my hands clutching at his back. "Daddy." I'm so happy. I've done it. I've given my Daddy what Mommy gave him, given him what he wanted. What he desired. What he longed for.

"Aimee," Daddy gasps, looking down at me and I see the concern there. The sudden worry.

"Daddy," I gasp and I'd like to smile but I can't. "How soon till you can do it again?"

My Daddy smiles. My Daddy kisses me. My Daddy says, "as soon as we get home."

We lie there, together, joined, looking into each other eyes, panting, hearts racing, hearts slowing, both of us dripping sweat and Daddy's cock is shrinking inside me.

"Can we go home now?" I ask at last.

Daddy smiles again. "I think that's a good idea, honey, you're going to be dripping everywhere if we go back downstairs."

I giggle at the thought and my giggle dislodges Daddy's cock from inside me and I feel a sudden wet flood down the insides of my thighs. Daddy sees my look and grins, pulls back from me and now, released, my legs dangle helplessly over the edge of the altar. He takes my hands, helos me sit up on the edge of the altar and that flood becomes a torrent. From somewhere, Daddy produces a handkerchief and I never knew he carried one but he gives it to me to wipe myself with and I try but it just keeps trickling out.

When Daddy passes me my g-string panties, I slip them on but they're soaked through in seconds. I pick my dress up, slip it on, fasten it with shaky hands as Dad wipes up the pool I've left on the altar were I was sitting.

He grins at me. "We better get out of here, Aimee."

"Home?" I say.

"Home and bed," he says.

I smile, tuck my head against my Daddy's shoulder. "Home and bed," I agree and, well, it'd be hard to believe what's just happened now, except that my sex and my body tell me it's true.

I've just lost my virginity.

To my Daddy.

In Church.

I mean, I expected to lose my virginity. Most girls do. Just, not in Church. Not to my Daddy. But I guess that's what happens when you wear a sexy little black dress and go with your Dad to the Chinese Catholic Church Fathers and Daughters Halloween Dance and you love your Daddy so much and your Daddy loves you and you know you need to take care of your Daddy for your Mom. When that happens, well, what can a girl say?

She's fucked.

There's still noises from that little room but I ignore them. Someone else is in there and it sounds like they're doing what we were but I don't care. I'm in a daze as Daddy leads me by the hand out of the chapel, across the foyer and out into the carpark. The dance is still going on downstairs but I'm not going back down. My panties are soaked with Daddy's cum and it's making my legs wet now. I'm going to leave a big wet patch on the front passenger seat but I don't care. I just want to get home and go to bed.

With my Daddy.

* * *

Half an hour later, we're home. I take my shoes off, Daddy takes my hand, we walk upstairs together, walk into Daddy's bedroom. Daddy looks at me. Looks at the bed. Looks back at me.

"Am I really just like my Mom?" I ask, looking at her photo on Dad's side of the bed.

"You are, Aimee," Dad says, smiling at me. "More like her than you can imagine."

I unfasten my dress, let it drop to the floor. My panties are soaked and when I peel them off, I'm such a mess.

Daddy smiles. "Your Mom came home looking like that sometimes," he said.

My heart pounds. I'm thinking about what Mr. Lui said. That dress. His wife and my Mom and Dad said she never wore panties. "Daddy?" I gasp, standing there naked, feeling Daddy's cum trickling down my thighs as I watch my Daddy undressed.

"What, honey?" Daddy says.

"Fuck me like you fucked Mom," I say.

"I'm going too," he half growls as his boxers come off and I know he's going to. He's hard again and he's lifting me into the bed and he's lying on his back and he's moved me so I straddling him and he's pulling me down onto his cock just like that and I sit there, balancing myself with my hands on my Dad's shoulders, kind of panting for breath coz when you've just had your sex stuffed full by something that feels like it's the size and hardness of a baseball bat, take it from me, breathing, like, normally, isn't something you do. I sit there, impaled, shivering, both of us looking at each either and I don't think either of us quite believe this is happening.

It's hard not to believe though, coz, well, my Dad's cock is buried in my sex. And I mean, like, buried. Buried deep. Inside me. Impaling me. I know one thing for sure. Well, two things really. First, I'm very definitely not a virgin anymore because when he slid up inside me it didn't hurt at all and it felt so good and second, my Dad's cock isn't small.

Actually, it feels fucking enormous.

His hands rest on my hips, holding me there, where I straddle him. He looks down to where we join. I look down with him, still shuddering at the speed this has happened at. One second I'm standing there and we're talking and the next, I'm sitting on my Daddy with his cock buried inside me.

Big?

Oh my god, he's big. My Daddy's cock is fucking huge. Stretching me. His cock fills that gap at the juncture of my thighs. Stretches me round his girth like a rubber band and believe me, I feel stretched. There and all the way up inside.

"Aimee." Dad's voice is a soft groan.

"Dad." Mine is a soft moan as I sit there, seated on him. Filled. Jesus, I can feel every inch of him inside me. Stretching me. Pressing the walls of my vaginal channel outwards everywhere. His glans, so deep inside me it feels like it's reaching for my heart, a spear driving up inside me, touching me somewhere high inside.

"Daddy," I moan again and my heart's pounding but I have to say this now. I have to ask this.

"Aimee, honey?" Daddy says.

"You and Mommy?" I gasp, my sex squeezing down on his cock. "Did you ... " I swallow, shivering. "Did other men fuck Mommy?" There's a black hole inside me.

Daddy looks up at me and his cock's so big in me, so hard, so deep inside me. "Your Mom liked it when I shared her with other men," he says. "We both enjoyed that." There's a long pause. Daddy's hands caress my hips, my thighs as I sit there, my sex spasming on him.

"Do you ...." I breathe, close my eyes, open them and oh god, my sex, I'm just about climaxing already. "Daddy," I whisper, "Mom asked me to look after you, she wanted me to look after you the way she did." I swallow. "I think .... I think this is what she meant but ... but she left me to find out."

My Dad looks up at me. There's another pause. He nods. "We talked about you, Aimee. Your Mom and I. She thought you were like her but back then, you were too young..."

"And now?" I gasp.

Daddy smiles, but his smile is a little sad and I want to take care of that sadness for him. "Now you're eighteen, Aimee, and I think you've found out what your Mom meant, haven't you?"

"Yes," I gasp, squeezing my Dad's cock inside me. "Yes I have." I'm looking at that photo of my Mom on the bedside cabinet and it's like she's smiling at me. Smiling her approval. I look back down at my Dad. Make up my mind. "Do you want me to do what Mommy did for you, Daddy? Everything Mom did for you?"

"Would you do that for me, Aimee?" Daddy says, his eyes looking up into mine.

"If that's what you want me to do, Daddy," I say, watching him tremble and tense beneath me while the color rushes to his cheeks as his member strains inside me and he's rolling me over onto my back and his weights on me and he's fucking me in his bed. Fucking me slowly and I know he wants this to last, he wants to take his time with me now.

"Would you like that, Dad?" I gasp, crossing my ankles behind his back, pulling myself onto him and god, his cock slides inside me and I just about die. It's so very good as he moves inside me, thick and hard and filling me and his body so tight and hard against mine, demanding, taking. Except I know he's only taking from me what I'm so willing to give him.

"Would you like me to do what Mom did? Would you like to watch me like that? Doing it with someone else?"

Dad looks down at me, one of his hands brushes the hair back from my forehead, his lips touch mine, brush mine, possess mine and he's kissing me. Kissing me hard and my mouth's wide open to him as his tongue slips inside and tastes me, dances with my tongue, takes possession of my mouth the same way his cock's taken possession of my sex. His eyes look into mine, search mine. Read my mind. Dad reads me like a book. A fucking book.

He knows I'm more like my Mom than I've ever understood.

"You'd really like to do that, wouldn't you, Aimee?" He eases himself deeper inside me, enjoying my shuddering surrender as his cock presses hard into me. All the way into me and it's so far up inside me.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." My head arches back, my eyes widen, my back's arching as my feet kick at the air. Mom? Like my Mom? On the bed right here with that man fucking her while Daddy lies there watching and stroking his cock. "Did Mom like that, Daddy? Did Mom do that for you?"

"Your Mom enjoyed doing that, Aimee," Dad growls. He smiles then, smiles down at me. "She did it for herself as well as for me but we both enjoyed it."

I think of Brad. My boyfriend. I've got a date with him next weekend and I've already told him he can fuck me. Well, not quite that bluntly, but he knows and I know, that's what I meant. He's expecting to fuck me. He's looking forward to fucking me, to being my first, to popping my cherry. Only he's not going to, because my Dad's just popped my cherry.

"Who with?" I gasp, my sex clamping down on my Dad's cock so that he groans and I know he's enjoying that. As soon as I say that, I know I'm agreeing. I'm going to do what my Dad wants. I'm going to do for him what my Mom did for him. Only, I'm a little scared. So far it's only Dad that's fucked me. I'm not sure what it'll be like with someone else. I'm not sure at all.

"We can decide that later, Aimee, there's no rush," Dad says and he's fucking me hard and heavy, his cock plunging deep and already he knows what I like.

"Dance with me, Aimee," Dad says, pounding me down into the bed. The bed where he used to pound Mom and now he's pounding me and I'm giving my Dad what Mom gave him.

"Dance with me," he groans and his hands pin mine to the bed above my head. His cock thrusts deeply up inside me, hungry for the sliding friction of my channel and I do what my Daddy asks. I dance with him on his bed, but it's our bed now. It's the bed Daddy dances me on and my Daddy can dance me here whenever he wants. However he wants.

Daddy knows that and Daddy knows me.

Daddy knows I belong to him.

He finishes much later.

He's asleep soon.

Fast asleep.

Happy.

I'm half asleep myself, in a daze almost, lying on my side with my back to Daddy and he's spooning me and I'm looking at my Mom's photo and I swear I see her face come alive in that photo for a second.

"Thank you, Aimee." It's my Mom's voice and her lips move in the photo, she smiles, and it's her voice, I swear it is. It's as if she's there, alive and in the photo and it's her voice. "Thank you for looking after Dad for me, Aimee. I love you, honey. Look after him until he finds someone else. Someone who loves him like I do."

"I will, Mom," I gasp, "I will."

I blink and when I look again, it's just a photo but it feels like Mom was in the room with us and she's just gone out. I stare at that photo but now it's just a photo.

"I love you, Mom." I whisper.

"I love you, Aimee, I love you and I love Jim, love him for me Aimee." It's her voice, so faint it could be my imagination and there's a faint brush on my cheek. It could be fingers, it could be a draft but it feels like my Mom's fingers and I close my eyes. "I love you Mom."

"Sleep now, Aimee."

It is my Mom's voice, it is but sleep takes me.

* * *

Dad's asleep now, lying on his back, one arm holding me as I lie with my head on his shoulder, one of my legs over his. I'm Daddy's little girl, all my Daddy's and my sex is full of my Daddy's cum. My body is sheened with my Daddy's sweat and I'm so happy. My Daddy's claimed me, my Daddy's made me his the way Mom was his and I'm doing what my Mom asked me to do.

I'm looking after my Dad.

I lift my head, look at that photo of my Mom on Dad's bedside cabinet, so beautiful, smiling at Dad and me as we lie there together. Right now, I know she's smiling at me. She's happy with me for looking after Daddy for her. I'm sure she knew I'd enjoy looking after Daddy like this back when she asked me. She must've known how like her I was and I am, I know that.

I know that I'm going to do everything I can to make Daddy happy. If he wants to watch someone else fuck me, I'll do that for him too, just like Mom did. I wonder who he'll pick. One of his friends? Someone I know? Someone I don't know? It's a little scary but my Daddy will look after me, I know that. He'll make sure it's good for me. He said it'll be a while, he's going to train me first. I'm looking forward to my Daddy training me.

I smile. Maybe Daddy plans to train me, but I do have some ideas of my own.

My Dad always praises a girl using her initiative. I close my eyes, then. I'm tired, exhausted really. Dad's popped my cherry and he hasn't gone easy on me tonight. I've enjoyed it a lot although I have to admit, this isn't how I thought I was going to lose it. I'm happy now, happy that I saved it for my Daddy. And my Daddy's happy I saved it for him as well. I'm looking forward to doing it again as soon as my Daddy wants to do it to me, but right now, I need some sleep.

Lots of sleep coz Dad already told me he plans to wake me up early.

I'm really glad now that I went to the Chinese Catholic Church's Fathers and Daughters Halloween Dance with my Dad, instead of to that Halloween Party with Brad. I guess my cherry would've been popped regardless, but now? Now I'm so happy my Dad was my first.

Because I really love my Dad and my Dad loves me and he understands me. He knows I'm so like my Mom and now I know that too and I blow my Mom's photo a little kiss and reach for my Dad's cock.

"Daddy," I breathe as his cock swells and hardens in my hand.

"Aimee?" His eyes flicker open, he looks at me sleepily. His cock's so hard now and I'm so wet. Wet and hot and I want it even though I'm a little sore.

"Can we, you know, do it one more time," I whisper, propped up one elbow looking down at him.

My Daddy smiles up at me as I trail one nipple across his lips. They purse, capture my nipple, suck, and suddenly I'm not teasing. I'm helpless. My hand works my Daddy's cock, stroking him until he's as hard as rock as he sucks on my nipple. As hard as a steel bar and I'm so wet and he hasn't even touched me yet.
"Want to dance with me, Aimee?" Daddy's lips release me and he's smiling and now he turns a little and his hand finds me and his finger slides into me so that I'm speechless, mouth wide open, trying to breathe, trying to moan, trying to anything but I can't as he touches me inside.

"Dance with me, Aimee," he says and he's moving.

"Ohhhhh," I gasp as I find myself on my back with Dad looking down at me.

"Uhhhhhh," I groan, back arching, feet kicking as Daddy's cock proves that yes, we can do it one more time and he's fucking me so good, his cock driving into me as I cling to him, moaning.

"Take it, Aimee, take it," my Daddy grunts as he takes me.

I take it of course, it's not like I get a choice now. I asked Daddy for his cock and now my Daddy's giving me his cock and I want to take it but it's my Daddy that's taking me and I love him. I love my Daddy so much and I want to tell him that but the word's don't come, only the moans and sobs and cries but I know my Daddy doesn't mind that I can't talk. My Daddy knows I love him and I know my Daddy loves me and I'm looking after my Daddy the way I know Mom would want me to.

I'm so happy it was Daddy that popped my cherry tonight. Daddy got the last dance with his Aimee, and now? Now it's the last dance of the night with my Daddy and I know he's gonna dance me so good, all the way to the end.

* * *

"Who's the date with, honey?" my Dad asks as I walk into the kitchen the Friday night after the Halloween Dance. Wearing my little black dress. The one I'd worn to the Halloween Dance. The dress that I'd worn the night my Dad fucked me for the first time. The dress I'd worn the night I lost my virginity. That dress.

My Dad's been training me every night since the Halloween Dance and we've both enjoyed that. I'm afraid Father Auyeung would be rather disappointed at the outcome that his Church Halloween Dance has had on one no longer innocent Chinese girl. Well, a part Chinese girl anyway. I'm afraid the sinful ways of the secular world in the person of my Dad have corrupted my morals.

I'm enjoying having my morals corrupted tremendously. Daddy says I'm a fast learner. Daddy says I'm a good fuck. Daddy says he loves me and I know he loves fucking me. I tell Daddy I love him too. I love him fucking me. I love what he's doing to me. I love my Daddy training me and I do my best to learn whenever he wants to teach me something new.

Last night we watched one of Dad's movies with Mom and him and someone else, another man. I asked Daddy when he wanted me to do start learning to do what Mom did for him like that. With another man. He'd smiled. "Soon, Aimee, soon," he'd said as I'd knelt eagerly on the bed for him the way Mom was kneeling for that man. Daddy was teaching me to kneel for him last night.

"Is that Mr. Lui?" I'd gasped, slightly shocked, as Daddy took me the way the other man in the movie clip took Mom, on my hands and knees before him. I'm sure it's Mr. Lui even though it doesn't show his face, it just looks like him, although I've never seen him naked before. "He said he'd seen Mom in that dress."

In the movie, my Mom's wearing that dress as she kneels for that man. Mom's wearing my Halloween Dance dress. Now I know that Mom only wore that dress for Dad when Dad was going to share Mom with another man. Daddy told me that earlier in the week. My heart pounds as I make the connection.

Daddy chuckles as his cock makes its own connection, filling me very slowly, very carefully. Daddy's cock is so big and he's always so careful with me but now that I'm getting used to it and I want it harder. Hard like Mr. Lui in the movie we were watching last night was giving it to Mom. The noises Mom made in that movie were so exciting and I tried to make the same sounds but it's so hard when I can't think.

"Would you like it to be Kurt?" Dad asked me, just last night.

I'd thought about that. Kurt Lui? He's my best friend's Dad. I've known him since I was a little girl. I'm a little shocked that he used to fuck my Mom. I like him though, and if that's what my Daddy wants? If that's who my Daddy wants to fuck me? Well, Mom let him fuck her for Daddy and if he was good enough for my Mom, he's good enough for me. Besides, I do like him.

"If you want him to be the one, Daddy," I'd moaned last night, my Daddy's hands holding my hips firmly. My Daddy's cock sliding in and out of me as I knelt there for him to take. Knelt for my Daddy to love. Knelt to give my Daddy the pleasure Mom used to give him. Knelt for my Daddy to give me the excitement and the pleasure and the love he used to give my Mom. Knelt for my Daddy the way I'd kneel for Mr. Lui if that's what my Daddy wants me to do.

"If you'd like him to be the first one I share you with, I'd like that, Aimee," Dad said.

"The first one?" I moan, my sex squeezing down on Daddy's cock as the implications of his words penetrate my fuzzy thoughts. I find I don't think so clearly when my Daddy's fucking me. In fact, once Daddy starts, I'm not really thinking at all.

"The first one," Daddy's voice is firm as his cock takes me deeply.

"Ohhhhhhh." My arms buckle, my head sinks to the bed but I keep watching Mom taking Mr. Lui's cock on the LCD on the wall. The. First. One. Oh. My. God. "How many .... How many men ... did ... did you share Mom with?" I'm gasping, barely able to speak as my cock dances on my Daddy's cock. Almost. I'm almost there.

Dad chuckles as his cock eases back. He pauses with just his cockhead inside me and I know what's about to happen and I want to push myself back onto Daddy's cock but his hands hold me firmly in place, his firmness reminding me of who's in charge here and I know it's not me. "Later, Aimee, later. Let's do this with Kurt first and if you enjoy yourself, we'll talk more about it then. I want to make sure you enjoy it, honey. Only if you enjoy it."

"Nnnughhhhhhh." What I'd been anticipating happens and I stop thinking at all then. Daddy knows what he's doing and I know he's good at training me. I'll leave it to my Daddy to know what I'll enjoy. He knows I'm just like my Mom and he knew what Mom enjoyed. He's showing that now as his cock and his words bring me to my first climax and I know it won't be the last tonight. Nowhere near the last and I'm in ecstasy.

Daddy's so happy again. He still misses Mom, he still holds that love for Mom in his heart, just like I do, but now he has me to give him everything Mommy gave him and we share that happiness.

We share that love.

Daddy plans to share me.

I do my best to give Daddy everything he wants. We both enjoy that. Last night, after he'd finished with me for the night, I told him I had a date tonight. He was a little jealous, but what Dad isn't when his little girl goes out on a date. Dad knows I'm going to have fun, he told me to have fun, he knows when I come home I'll be his. All his. All my Daddy's. I told him that, promised him that. I haven't told him what else I plan to give him though.

Not yet, anyhow.

That's a special treat for my Dad.

"The date, honey?" Dad repeats, smiling faintly.

"With Brad, Dad," I say, twirling to show him what I look like in my little black dress. I think of it now as my "fuck me" dress and so does Dad. It was my Mom's "fuck me" dress too, and Daddy told me I should only wear it when that's what I intend. I'm wearing that dress openly tonight, not hiding it, telling my Dad without words what my plans are. I know what I look like in this dress and Dad's expression tells me I'm correct.

Hot. Fuckable. Like, totally. The sort of girl any guy wants to score with.

Brad's got a hot date tonight, and he's going to get what he wants.

When he sees me, he's going to know that I'm putting out.

My Dad looks at me and his face says he knows that.

He's jealous of my boyfriend and I like that a lot.

But I have a totally hot surprise for my Dad.

One that I know my Dad is going to like.

I'm going to tell him before I leave

I want my Dad waiting for me.

Waiting for his Last Dance.

I want him hard for me.

Hard for his little girl.

I'll tell him soon.

Any second.

The doorbell rings, Brad's here. Dad's eyes follow me as I run to get the door. I smile over my shoulder at him, wondering if he's getting flashes of my panties. I'm wearing the red g-string panties tonight. The ones that I wore for the Chinese Catholic Church Fathers and Daughters Halloween Dance. The ones Dad stuffed in my mouth when he fucked me for the first time at the Church.

I'm going to wear them tonight for Brad to fuck me for his first time with me as well. Maybe Brad will stuff them in my mouth too, especially if I make too much noise. I just know I'm going to make too much noise and Brad's definitely going to need to gag me with something. I'm going to make sure my little red panties are close to hand.

"Bring her home by eleven." Dad doesn't smile at my date. He gives him that "try and be late you young asshole and you'll die," look. The one that matches the "Guns don't kill. Fathers of Teenage Girls Kill," tee-shirt that he's wearing.

Coz, like, my Dad still isn't quite sure he approves of me dating now that he's fucking me and he knows I'm planning on, you know, doing the deed with Brad. He's not quite sure that he approves of what he knows I'm intending to let Brad do to me because, well, my Dad doesn't mind me fucking now but he doesn't like sharing me if he's not there. Mind you, he doesn't know all of what I'm planning to do with Brad. Not yet. But I know he'll enjoy it when he discovers my plans.

"Yes, sir." Brad is suitably terrorized. Guess he'll be bringing me home on time. My Dad's time. Not mine. Not Brad's. The party was supposed to start around eight. That means we'll be leaving about the time it's really getting going. No going all the way with Aimee for Brad at that party. Aimee and Brad won't be doing it anywhere but at home where Dad can enjoy watching me, not until Dad says I can, although Brad doesn't know that. But as long as he's getting it, I don't think Brad will mind.

Tonight? Brad's definitely going to get it.

Just, he's going to get it so my Dad enjoys it too.

My Daddy doesn't know that yet but he will very soon.

Brad won't know that but Daddy and I will and it'll be heaven.

"See you when I get home, Dad." I have to stand on my toes to give my Dad a quick kiss. Not so quick really coz I love to give my Dad those quick kisses and when no-one's around they turn into long kisses very quickly and Brad can't see coz he's already at the front door waiting for me. Dad never objects now when my quick kisses take a little longer. Dad doesn't object to anything I do to him now. He doesn't object this time either. He doesn't object when, out of sight of Brad, my tongue slips into his mouth for a second while my hand brushes across his cock, touching him through his jeans. Just for a second.

Dad's hand slips under my dress for a second too. He cups my sex through my panties and this time it's my turn not to object. My voice is a whisper in my Dad's ear, meant for him and him alone. "Go to bed before ten, Dad, I'll bring Brad back early and you can watch us make out." My heart pounds at the thought. Dad watching us. Watching me. Me and Brad. Brad's going to get to fuck me for the first time and my Daddy will be watching over me to make sure I'm safe and that I'm doing it right while Brad does that to me. If I make any mistakes, Daddy can coach me afterwards.

I'm quite sure now that my Daddy'll be watching when Brad stuffs my little red g-string panties in my mouth. "On the couch. Make sure it's where you can see us. Is that okay?" I'm a little anxious as well as excited. This isn't quite what Daddy intended but I do want to do it with Brad and I want Daddy to be happy. I'm just a little scared about Mr. Lui as well, and I'm thinking, well, if I do it with Brad which is something I want to do anyhow and my Dad's watching, it'll be good practice and I won't be so scared and shy with Mr. Lui.

My Dad can correct any mistakes I make with Brad after he leaves. It'll be good practice and it'll be fun. I just know I'm going to enjoy practicing with Brad. I'm encouraging Dad to give me more practice whenever he feels like it too. And my Dad's such a good coach. I brush my nose against my Dad's, smile, my eyes looking into my Dad's eyes. I know he'll enjoy watching me, just like he used to watch Mom. I'm giving him what Mom gave him and I know I'm doing what Mom wanted me to do. I'm looking after my Dad. Looking after his needs and I know Mom's happy with me.

I know Dad's happy now too. He still misses Mom, but he's starting to get over that and I'm helping him. Now, now I'm seeing the look in Daddy's eyes, and I know that after Brad leaves, Daddy's going to coach me really hard and I'm going to make him so happy. I can't wait but I do need my Daddy to tell me I can do it. A good girl should always have her Daddy's permission.

"Sure, honey," my Dad whispers at last and my heart leaps. He's given me his okay.

"After he goes home?" Another smile. "Dad, I'm saving that last dance for you."

I am, I really am. Coz I know in whose arms I'm gonna be all night.

My Dad's arms, while he fucks me, like, half out of my mind.

Tonight I'm going on that date with my boyfriend, Brad.

I'm going to bring Brad home and I'll let him do me.

But Dad now knows what will happen after Brad.

We both know whose getting that last dance.

We both know what's going to follow.

Dad's gonna dance me on his bed.

That last dance with my Dad.

I know it'll be so good.

So does my Dad.

He's so hard.

Already.

* * *

Oh I know that the music's fine

Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun

Laugh and sing, but while we're apart

Don't give your heart to anyone

But don't forget who's takin' you home

And in whose arms you're gonna be

So darlin' save the last dance for me

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And a footnote from Chloe: First and foremost, this is an entry in the Literotica 2017 Halloween competition and I need your vote. I'd really really appreciate it if you go and pick one of those rating stars and hit it, whatever you think this story deserves. It's on Literotica, it's free for you to read but those few minutes of reading and enjoyment for you took me a long time to write and those rating stars are my only reward (she says, batting her eyelids soulfully at you, dear reader ... that's right ... YOU) and I'd be soooooo very grateful if you hit one of those stars (and so would my Dad, LOL -- NOT!). Seriously, whatever you think it deserves as a story and thank you so much if you do.

And if not, thanks for reading all the way through and, I hope, enjoying, whether or not you give me a rating and/or even (gasp of excitement) ... left a comment ... You reading this story is the reason I wrote it! Writers love Readers! Go figure, we don't just write this stuff for ourselves, we write it for you to read and enjoy (we hope). And thanks to all the other authors who entered stories in the 2017 Halloween Competition. It's so much fun writing for these competitions knowing you're all putting stories in as well, and what a weird, wonderful and exciting collection they are 

If you're interested and you like this, it's my second entry in the 2017 Halloween Competition. My first one was a Sci-Fi / Erotic Horror entry ("Welcome to Nockatunga Station") and if you like my stories, I'm sure you'll love it, but sex with alien's is definitely a minority taste even on Literotica, although it's a great story (if you enjoyed "Aliens", you'll love it, I hope...and if you haven't read it and you want some chills down your spine, go take a look. It is a fairly dark story though...). Anyhow, promotional advertisement now over...

And lastly, a huge thanks to Laurel and Manu for providing us writers with a venue like LITEROTICA and these competitions to showcase our writing and for making the whole website so enjoyable for you readers and for us authors ... hugs and thanks .... Chloe

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