Unspoken Pleasure

"Oh sweetie, it's hard for me, too," James said, "I mean, to stop in the middle like this is very painful for Daddy." James pointed down at this cock, still hard and throbbing under the steering wheel. "But we have to do what's best for both of us, right? Like the doctor said: little steps."

Molly sighed and sat up. She started to reach for her jeans. Her father reached down to his fly. Molly felt sad, watching that perfect penis be put away. And despite the emotion of everything, the disappointment, she couldn't help but also feel the echoes of that driving need in her pussy. She was going to have rub one out, hard, when they got back to the house.

"Daddy, wait," Molly said. James froze mid-zip. "When you get home, what are you going to do?"

"I don't understand what you mean, honey," James said, looking legitimately bewildered.

"Well, like you said, it's painful to stop halfway. So, you're not going to go home, eat ice cream, and go to sleep, right? You'll go downstairs to your bed, maybe take out some 'reading material' and... you know? Right?" "Molly, I don't think that's an appropriate thing for you to ask me about."

"I'm going to do it, too, Dad. Of course I am, after all this? I might not even make it to dessert. We're going to park the car and I'm going to run straight up to my room, throw off my shorts and jam my little pussy till she screams." "Molly..."

"And I'll probably look at porn when I do it. Just to feel like, in the moment or whatever. Won't you?" James sat there silently.

"Come on Dad, I know you will. Tell me you're not going to stroke that awesome, amazing cock when you get home. After everything we've done together you can admit that, right? Hell, I told you I'm going to jilly myself silly, can't you tell me you're going to jack it till you jizz?"

"Yes," James said, looking away from his daughter. Her vocabulary was definitely getting interesting lately. Molly wondered if there was such a thing as a Dirty Word of the Day calendar.

"After everything we did and then stopped -- and I get why we have to stop, OK -- you'd have to do it, right?" Molly beamed at her father proudly. She'd gotten so into her speech, she'd forgotten all about being shy and was now waving her arms back and forth as she spoke. Her breasts swung in time with her gestures and her father followed every jiggle. Hypnotism -- don't let anyone tell you it's not real.

"OK, I admit it. I'm going to go home and... And do that. Are you happy now?" James asked, not unkindly.

"And when you do it, you'll look at porn, right?"

"I mean, I don't know. Probably."

"What will you watch?" Molly asked. Her father stared back at her blankly. "For myself, I mean, I used to look at all kinds of stuff. But lately it's all Daddy-Daughter videos. I know most of it's fake but sometimes, I mean... There's one that's like twenty seconds long of a girl crying out 'Daddy' while he fucks her and I practically, like, explode without even touching myself."

"Honey, are you sure you should be..."

"Dr. Pulisic told me it was OK to have fantasies. Natural. If anything, he said it would be good to help with the healing process," Molly said. Dr. Pulisic had said nothing of the sort, but she could imagine he might have said it, had the thought occurred to him. "So, what will you look at?"

"You," James croaked out, "I mean, I look for girls who kind of look like you. I'm sorry Molly, I know it's awful but..."

"No, it's awesome!" Molly said, "That's exactly the same thing, right? It's OK to fantasize. I love that you look for girls like me, it means I turn you on."

"Yes, baby, but..."

"So, you're going to go home and stroke yourself and imagine being with me. And I'm going to go home and flick my bean while I fantasize about you. So, what's wrong with doing it right here, instead. In front of each other."

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James stared at his daughter with a combination of awe and apprehension. Like she'd explained a complicated thesis that proved, indisputably, that the world would end next Tuesday. On the one hand he looked proud, and on the other totally horrified.

"I don't see how that solves anything, sweetie," James said.

"Of course it does," Molly said, "We're doing the same thing we were going to do at home, but together. We won't touch, it's only masturbating."

"Masturbating together," James said. Molly nodded excitedly like a girl about to get a gift pony.

"Here, I'll start," Molly said. She sat back in the leather passenger seat. It felt cold and sticky against her bare bottom. She spread her thick, pink thighs, reached down through her golden pubes, and found her seeping snatch.

Molly's pussy was a bit dry from all the lack of attention, but it perked right back up as she teased at her pouty lips. She dipped her fingers into her opening for a bit of lubrication. Then she dragged her juices around her slit and slowly began to rub at her little clitty.

Molly looked over and saw her father had fished his cock back out of his pants. He was staring at her coral-colored slit and slowly stroking up and down. Watching her Daddy do that, Molly felt herself full-on gush. She went from slow playing to straight up speed metal in seconds, her fingers racing over her hot button. Her butt arched upwards.

Molly looked back at her Dad's fist as it flew up and down his shaft. His eyes still locked on his baby daughter's body as they both raced closer to cumming. Molly needed something hard in her slot, so she jammed two fingers into her tight twat. She kept pumping in and out, now stroking her clit so hard she was afraid she might rub it right off.

"H... honey," James said. His voice thin and weak. "I'm... Daddy's getting close, baby. Are you getting close baby girl?"

"Y... yeah Dad."

"You look so sexy, rubbing yourself like that."

"You do too," Molly said, "I love seeing you work your cock. Makes me... makes me wish it was me."

"I know, baby. Me too."

"Oh Daddy, look at your baby girl," Molly said, "W... watch. Watch your daughter CUM for you." Molly's whole body shuddered. She felt her chest and face grow hot. She stilled her hand in her snatch as it squeezed down on her fingers and the pleasure burst out of her. "Daaaaaddddy!" Molly screamed.

A stream of white shot out of James' cock and he groaned. His eyes still locked on his daughter's shaking body. Watching her father cum sent yet another wave of pleasure through her. Every muscle tightened, her eyes squeezed shut, as ecstasy wracked her body.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Finally, the pleasure subsided, leaving nothing but a warm sense of contentment. Molly opened her eyes. She was plastered against the passenger seat of the car. Her father was looking over her, his eyes loving.

"That was awesome," Molly said. "Thank you for doing that with me, Daddy."

"Of course, sweetie," James said. He pulled a tissue out of the glove compartment and wiped himself clean. A bit of his spooge was hanging off the steering wheel and he did his best to clean it off. He gave Molly a tissue, too, but she just pulled up her jeans and slipped into her shirt again. The whole car smelled like her pussy, Molly noticed, and it made her strangely proud. Like marking her territory.

James started the car again and they began driving home.

"I guess that's it for errands and little rests, then," Molly said. It was fine. Her father was right, they had to at least try to move forward. And while it hurt the young blonde to have to let go, she knew it was the right decision going forward. "I don't see why that would be the case. You know, considering the circumstances," James said, winking at his youngest daughter. "Like you said, it's just a natural part of the healing process."

The ice cream was completely melted by the time they got home.