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  1. #1

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    Chloe's Prerogative

    Life is crazy sometimes. My wife and I had been married for a couple decades. Her career
    became more of a priority since having Chloe, my auburn-haired, hazel-eyed daughter.
    Since my work was usually seasonal, and I could choose my hours, I usually had the most
    opportunity to drive Chloe for social events and practices. Over the years, she enjoyed many
    activities, such as dance classes, soccer, music lessons, art classes and parties… my least
    favorite. She had a good head on her shoulders, but she often seemed naive and a tad klutzy.
    To her credit, she was usually optimistic, even during the awkward growth period in her
    mid-teens, when she transformed from the lanky and tomboyish kid I knew to a voluptuous
    young woman in less than a year. Seemingly overnight, her curves and taut, supple skin were
    impossible to ignore, especially when she wore old clothing that no longer contained her
    feminine form. We’d discussed her clothing, and she wore the newer, more appropriate options
    whenever she left the house, but she liked wearing her old clothes at home, because “they’re
    more comfy,” she’d say. I never argued with her over comfort at home, because I knew I’d wind up
    with an eyeful… eye candy I wasn’t getting otherwise.

    As smart as Chloe was, she was painfully naive when it came to knowledge about sex, so much so
    that I worried whenever she went to a party that was lacking sufficient oversight. We’d had many
    conversations, and I always promised to be an open book for her questions and curiosities. As much
    as I wanted to keep her safe and happy, I feared divulging too much would be overwhelming. Movies
    and television shows with adult situations were usually good for prompting conversations. Every few
    nights, we’d relax on the sofa and watch something together. She often had something in mind, but
    sometimes I’d choose something a bit more risqué to stoke her curiosity.

    One night in October, the air took a chill as the seasons started to shift. Chloe asked me to pick a movie,
    and for whatever reason, I chose Thor. She was excited, because she hadn’t seen it yet and wanted to
    see it, based on discussions she’d had with her girlfriends. About thirty minutes into the movie, as I
    reclined at one end of the sofa, she laid down across the sofa, draped a blanket over her body and rested
    her head on my lap. We weren’t physical much with each other, beyond hugs and playful banter, so I
    was a bit surprised as she snugged her head in my lap. She’d previously showered, so her hair was still
    slightly damp and smelled like coconut, a smell that reminded me of the lotion she’d smear on her
    skin for summer sessions in the sun. … Her lightly tanned skin would glisten in the sunlight, bathed in
    the glow of youthful vigor and luring my gaze. …

    My attention drifted just long enough for a bulge to form in my shorts near Chloe’s ear. I tried to think
    it away, but then I looked over at Chloe’s chest and saw her ample bosom peering out of a stretched
    and recently torn V-neck. The rip was almost as deep as her cleavage, of which I saw every inch. Her
    cherry pit-sized nipple casually rested against the softened edge of the torn neck line. Any hope of
    squelching an erection faded hopelessly when I saw the blanket moving near her abdomen. I stroked
    her hair and asked if she was comfy. Chloe seemed a bit startled when I touched her head, but she
    quickly relaxed again, turned slightly to look up at me with her big, beautiful, wild eyes and said, “I’m
    nearly there. Just don’t move.”

    I wasn’t quite sure how to take that, but curiosity made me compliant. Her eyes returned to the
    glowing radiance of Thor, and the blanket started moving again. Chloe’s wrist was making the blanket
    bulge pulsate, and it sounded like her fingers were enjoying a wild, wet adventure enveloped in the
    folds of her eager pussy. My erection was now rock hard, and not only pressing against the side of her
    head, but leaking into my thin, loose-fitting shorts. I caressed the edge of her ear with a finger as her
    quickened, hot and heavy breath wafted down my thigh. As her pace quickened, her body became
    more rigid, and her chest was almost completely bare. I pinched her earlobe and pushed down lightly
    on her head, making firm contact with my heated bulge. The combination coaxed her climax to completion,
    and she unknowingly bit down on my thigh to keep from crying out. Her chest took on a pinkish hue,
    as it heaved with large, controlled breaths. Her body shook a couple times, as she struggled to maintain
    some control.

    As her breathing slowed, Chloe turned to look up at me with subtle tears in her eyes. Her face was
    red with embarrassment. She whispered, “I’m sorry daddy. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know that…” I
    interrupted her and said, “No, honey, don’t be embarrassed. I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to
    be yourself with me. Don’t hide your feelings, and don’t be afraid. I’m happy we’re together, so we
    can talk about this and whatever else becomes of it. I know you don’t quite understand what all
    happened yet, but I want you to just enjoy the feelings you have right now. They’re good feelings,
    and I hope you want to feel them again, whether I’m with you or not.” With that, she turned back
    toward the movie. I could tell she was still struggling with her thoughts. Her mind was surely racing
    through many different ideas and consequences.

    After her body calmed down, Chloe covered herself and snugged back into the sofa. Her ear met
    my bulge, which was making my lap lumpy, so she slid a hand between her head and my thigh. After
    a couple minutes, she pawed at the remote and switched off the television. I’d been stroking her hair
    unaware, as if routine, but as uncommon as it was, it seemed to put us both at ease. She looked at
    the bite mark on my leg and asked what it was. I confessed that she bit me. Chloe traced the teeth
    marks with her finger, as if making a memory to save for later. She said, “Did I really do that? Does
    it hurt?” I affirmed begrudgingly, only because she wouldn’t let me shrug it off. She said, “How can I
    make it up to you, daddy?” I said, “It’s okay honey. I don’t mind it a bit… no pun intended. Actually,
    I like knowing why it’s there and that it’s from you, so don’t feel bad at all.”

    Chloe then tenderly kissed the marks on my thigh and rubbed them with her hand. My erection
    immediately twitched as her head settled back onto my bulge. She rocked her head a little bit, rubbing
    it through my shorts. It twitched again, so she slid a hand under her head and felt my hardness. After
    it twitched again from her touch, she slid her hand down my thigh and up into my shorts. My body
    tensed up as she gripped my cock. Then she softly said, “I know you have to say something right now,
    but I really wish you wouldn’t. … Just … wait … … If you say it, this will never happen again. … …

    Just …

    shhhhhhhhh…”
    Anybody home?

  2. #2

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    Sorry for the crappy line breaks. I hope this update reads better

    =============================

    Life is crazy sometimes. My wife and I had been married for a couple
    decades. Her career became more of a priority since having Chloe,
    my auburn-haired, hazel-eyed daughter. Since my work was usually
    seasonal, and I could choose my hours, I usually had the most
    opportunity to drive Chloe for social events and practices. Over the
    years, she enjoyed many activities, such as dance classes, soccer,
    music lessons, art classes and parties… my least favorite. She had a
    good head on her shoulders, but she often seemed naive and a tad
    klutzy. To her credit, she was usually optimistic, even during the
    awkward growth period in her mid-teens, when she transformed
    from the lanky and tomboyish kid I knew to a voluptuous young
    woman in less than a year. Seemingly overnight, her curves and taut,
    supple skin were impossible to ignore, especially when she wore old
    clothing that no longer contained her feminine form. We’d discussed
    her clothing, and she wore the newer, more appropriate options
    whenever she left the house, but she liked wearing her old clothes at
    home, because “they’re more comfy,” she’d say. I never argued with
    her over comfort at home, because I knew I’d wind up with an eyeful…
    eye candy I wasn’t getting otherwise.

    As smart as Chloe was, she was painfully naive when it came to know-
    ledge about sex, so much so that I worried whenever she went to a
    party that was lacking sufficient oversight. We’d had many conver-
    sations, and I always promised to be an open book for her questions
    and curiosities. As much as I wanted to keep her safe and happy, I
    feared divulging too much would be overwhelming. Movies and
    television shows with adult situations were usually good for
    prompting conversations. Every few nights, we’d relax on the sofa
    and watch something together. She often had something in mind,
    but sometimes I’d choose something a bit more risqué to stoke
    her curiosity.

    One night in October, the air took a chill as the seasons started to
    shift. Chloe asked me to pick a movie, and for whatever reason, I
    chose Thor. She was excited, because she hadn’t seen it yet and
    wanted to see it, based on discussions she’d had with her girlfriends.
    About thirty minutes into the movie, as I reclined at one end of the
    sofa, she laid down across the sofa, draped a blanket over her body
    and rested her head on my lap. We weren’t physical much with each
    other, beyond hugs and playful banter, so I was a bit surprised as
    she snugged her head in my lap. She’d previously showered, so her
    hair was still slightly damp and smelled like coconut, a smell that
    reminded me of the lotion she’d smear on her skin for summer
    sessions in the sun. … Her lightly tanned skin would glisten in the
    sunlight, bathed in the glow of youthful vigor and luring my gaze. …

    My attention drifted just long enough for a bulge to form in my
    shorts near Chloe’s ear. I tried to think it away, but then I looked
    over at Chloe’s chest and saw her ample bosom peering out of a
    stretched and recently torn V-neck. The rip was almost as deep as
    her cleavage, of which I saw every inch. Her cherry pit-sized nipple
    casually rested against the softened edge of the torn neck line. Any
    hope of squelching an erection faded hopelessly when I saw the
    blanket moving near her abdomen. I stroked her hair and asked if
    she was comfy. Chloe seemed a bit startled when I touched her
    head, but she quickly relaxed again, turned slightly to look up at
    me with her big, beautiful, wild eyes and said, “I’m nearly there.
    Just don’t move.”

    I wasn’t quite sure how to take that, but curiosity made me
    compliant. Her eyes returned to the glowing radiance of Thor, and
    the blanket started moving again. Chloe’s wrist was making the
    blanket bulge pulsate, and it sounded like her fingers were enjoying
    a wild, wet adventure enveloped in the folds of her eager pussy.
    My erection was now rock hard, and not only pressing against the
    side of her head, but leaking into my thin, loose-fitting shorts.
    I caressed the edge of her ear with a finger as her quickened, hot
    and heavy breath wafted down my thigh. As her pace quickened,
    her body became more rigid, and her chest was almost completely
    bare. I pinched her earlobe and pushed down lightly on her head,
    making firm contact with my heated bulge. The combination
    coaxed her climax to completion, and she unknowingly bit down
    on my thigh to keep from crying out. Her chest took on a pinkish
    hue, as it heaved with large, controlled breaths. Her body shook a
    couple times, as she struggled to maintain some control.

    As her breathing slowed, Chloe turned to look up at me with subtle
    tears in her eyes. Her face was red with embarrassment. She
    whispered, “I’m sorry daddy. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know that…”
    I interrupted her and said, “No, honey, don’t be embarrassed. I’m
    glad you felt comfortable enough to be yourself with me. Don’t
    hide your feelings, and don’t be afraid. I’m happy we’re together,
    so we can talk about this and whatever else becomes of it. I know
    you don’t quite understand what all happened yet, but I want you
    to just enjoy the feelings you have right now. They’re good feelings,
    and I hope you want to feel them again, whether I’m with you or
    not.” With that, she turned back toward the movie. I could tell she
    was still struggling with her thoughts. Her mind was surely racing
    through many different ideas and consequences.

    After her body calmed down, Chloe covered herself and snugged
    back into the sofa. Her ear met my bulge, which was making my lap
    lumpy, so she slid a hand between her head and my thigh. After a
    couple minutes, she pawed at the remote and switched off the
    television. I’d been stroking her hair unaware, as if routine, but as
    uncommon as it was, it seemed to put us both at ease. She looked
    at the bite mark on my leg and asked what it was. I confessed that
    she bit me. Chloe traced the teeth marks with her finger, as if making
    a memory to save for later. She said, “Did I really do that? Does it
    hurt?” I affirmed begrudgingly, only because she wouldn’t let me
    shrug it off. She said, “How can I make it up to you, daddy?” I said,
    “It’s okay honey. I don’t mind it a bit… no pun intended. Actually, I like
    knowing why it’s there and that it’s from you, so don’t feel bad at all.”

    Chloe then tenderly kissed the marks on my thigh and rubbed them
    with her hand. My erection immediately twitched as her head settled
    back onto my bulge. She rocked her head a little bit, rubbing it
    through my shorts. It twitched again, so she slid a hand under her
    head and felt my hardness. After it twitched again from her touch,
    she slid her hand down my thigh and up into my shorts. My body
    tensed up as she gripped my cock. Then she softly said, “I know you
    have to say something right now, but I really wish you wouldn’t. …

    Just … wait … … If you say it, this will never happen again. … …

    Just … shhhhhhhhh…”
    Anybody home?

  3. #3

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    so far so good keep them cumming

 

 

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