Allie

Home Again: Allie and the 'Good Jerk'

I stood on the back deck of my in-laws house watching the lights of distant boats blink as moonlight shimmered across the lake. The din of the Christmas Eve party spilled through open windows behind me, the late December Florida air finally just cool enough to allow the A/C system a rest.

I heard the sliders open and footsteps approach before feeling arms wrap around my waist, "Hi, Daddy."

"Hi, Alligator," I offered with a relieved sigh.

I wrapped my arm around my daughter and we stood holding each other. It was easy and relaxed, and I was grateful for that resumed comfort after days of tension.

It was the first time we had been alone together since 'that day' nearly a week ago, and Allison and I had been all but avoiding each other since. The week had been awkward; the stolen glances, nervous looks, and curt acknowledgements were an obvious strain on both of us.

"Can I have a puff?"

The words surprised me. Both my wife and daughter were nonplussed when I took up cigar smoking a year ago after receiving a box as a gift. "You sure you want to take the years off your life," I teased, using her and her mother's argument against her.

Allie giggled, "I just want to know what it's like."

I handed my little girl my stogie, "Don't inhale, just taste the smoke," I told her, looking down at her, making eye contact for the first time as I watched her nod and put the rolled tobacco to her lips.

Her lips. Allie has the thickest, sexiest lips I've ever seen on any woman, and they're all natural, a genetic gift from her mother, the previous titleholder of 'World's Best Dick Sucking Lips' (if such a title exists.) Naturally puckered and pursed, as if always ready to kiss or suck. Even when closed there's a slight gap in the center allowing a glimpse of white teeth to peek through the fleshy pink. And when she wears lipstick, as she does to work everyday, oh boy...

I watched those thick, sexy lips, bright red to match her Christmas sweater, wrap around the base of my cigar and it was all I could do not to groan out load as her cheeks hollowed.

Obviously, as her father, or even just a decent person, you're thinking I should have been repulsed by the thoughts in my head as I watched my 28-year-old daughter suck on the big brown shaft in her hand. Certainly I should have been scandalized by my desire to see her do more with those lips than puff a cigar. And absolutely I should have been horrified by the erection rapidly growing in my pants.

Except I wasn't. And I haven't been for many years.

A decade after Allie left home to attend college in another state, - graduated, took a job there, got engaged and then married, and had two children - she and her husband and my two grandchildren moved 'back' to Florida early this year when her husband, Chet, transferred to a new location his company opened in our city.

It was great having Allison 'home,' but it was also torture, especially when Allie took a job working for me. Seeing her everyday, her effortless sexiness still in full bloom even after having had two kids. Her short skirts, tight shirts and blouses, and heels were a big hit both with customers and vendor sales reps when they visited the office.

They were a big hit with me as well, fanning the flames of the taboo desires I'd kept buried for more than a decade. Everyday I looked forward to seeing her, seeing what she would wear, watching her move. Everything about my daughter excited me.

And even better were the weekends, Allie bringing the kids over to swim, her amazing body proudly presented in small bikinis or short shorts and tight t-shirts, her dainty feet bare or teasingly displayed in flip flops or sandals.

Allie had become her own woman in the intervening years; smart, confident, authoritative, a wife and a mother. Yet, somehow, she was also still my little girl. It was a palpable, exciting, sexy, addictive combination.

My cock was constantly chubbed around my little girl now; worse then when she was young, before she moved away.

Then, though 18, she often still seemed like a girl who needed rules and guidance and it was easy for me to draw a line between being her father and indulging my naughty imagination.

Now, the sexy confident woman she had become made that line increasingly difficult to discern.

I'd thought I'd made peace with my feelings for her, my taboo desires, my incestuous fantasies. I thought I'd gained control over them. But being around her everyday once again, I quickly realized the thousand miles between us had been the only thing truly holding them at bay.

Allie's cough made me smirk, the smoke billowing from her mouth in ragged clouds. Her determination as she cleared her throat and gave the cigar another drag made me proud for some reason. Not proud that my daughter was determined to take up smoking, but the fact she'd never been a quitter.

"There's a kind of vanilla flavor. It's smoother than I expected," she offered after a few tokes, as she released the smoke gently, like a veteran. The kid's always been a fast learner too, I admired, watching the smoke escape her pursed succulent lips.

I stood next to my daughter wondering if she was aware of my discomfort, there was no way of hiding the hard-on in my pants, and I realized it was possibly the first time she was in a position to notice I was obviously aroused in her presence.

Unless, of course, you count that day, last Friday.

I have a small niche business setting up and servicing IT and multi-media systems for high-end homes and small local companies. Lawyers, specialty doctors, or rich people who want to wow their customers or friends with specialty displays and graphics, or a man cave or home theatre with all the bells and whistles, that type of thing.

Allie and her husband and kids moving here happened to coincide with one of my two salesmen (or saleswoman, if you prefer, as was the case) going out on maternity leave. Allie had been a marketing director for a large homebuilder before moving back to Florida so it was a natural fit to offer her the job.

Of course I offered the job out of fatherly concern more than any lustful intent, and I will admit I was concerned being around her everyday would likely reignite my taboo feelings for her. So, there was a part of me that had hoped she would turn the offer down, hoped she'd find a job with another company. And even after she accepted the position, there was a part of me that hoped she would quickly find something 'better' and move on.

But neither of those two things happened, and nearly a year later my daughter has established herself as a sales rep on equal footing with the others and my business has grown by nearly a third as a result.

My business isn't the only thing that's grown. The inappropriate, sinful, lustful, taboo, incestuous thoughts I'd harbored for my little girl have grown as well. How could they not, I ask, being in close daily contact with such a beautiful woman, daughter or not? That part of me that had hoped she would move on to another job was all but dead as I now so looked forward to being around her every day.

Allie handed me back my cigar with a smile, "It's nice. I can see why you like it."

I took a deep drag and the realization that my lips were where hers had just been - her moist, thick, permanently puckered lips - made my cock jerk in my pants. Thank god it was cool enough to wear jeans, I thought, feeling my shaft strain against the thick denim.

Allie took my hand and suggested, "Let's walk down by the lake."

A shiver shot through me as my daughter pulled me down the steps onto the grass. There was no reason to leave the deck or connected walkway that led to the dock except to walk into the surrounding trees, which is where we were headed. I tensed, as I knew we were leaving the field of view of the house, and wondered if my daughter intended to confront me about 'that day.'

Being the week before Christmas, business was slow except for a few last minute installs and service calls. Sales naturally ground to a halt this time of year and both of my other salesmen were 'off' until the New Year.

Allie had offered to be on call and cover any emergencies while taking advantage of the slowdown to give the company website a refresh. So we'd been alone together in the office most of the week, the service guys coming and going, and vendor representatives popping in to drop of gifts and holiday best wishes.

I think a lot of them had come to be disappointed when Allie wasn't in the office when they normally called, and were clearly taking advantage of the season's relaxed atmosphere and otherwise empty office to hang out and 'shoot the shit' with her for way longer than they normally would.

Not like I could blame them, with the office empty, I'd been unable to resist taking the opportunity to admire my daughter all week.

Monday Allie wore a pantsuit, the white pants hugged her ass and thighs before flaring towards her ankles. Her thong panties were clearly outlined in the thin fabric. When she removed her jacket, she revealed a sleeveless dark red blouse, the large armholes offering a tantalizing amount of side boob and a white lace bra. The front was a deep cut crossed tied sash revealing a ton of plump cleavage, the sheer cups of her bra peeking every time she bent or slouched.

Tuesday my daughter walked into work in a one-piece ankle length sleeveless sweater dress and four inch heels. Dark gray and white striped, the dress stretched and hugged her like a second skin, displaying her curves. It seemed doubtful she was wearing underwear.

Wednesday she wore a muted green sleeveless mini dress with matching blazer and knee high boots. Though professional, it was as if the outfit was designed to tease, especially when she removed the blazer; it was very obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tanned toned arms and the little bit of leg bared between the dress and boots were beyond distracting.

Thursday I had to spend the day behind my desk, hiding my constant erection. Allie's long sleeve white silk blouse was low cut and thin, her obviously (again) braless breasts strained against the fabric, the buttons seemingly holding on for dear life as her dark areola demanded attention. Her black leather mini skirt looked like it was painted on. Her legs shone in barely opaque hose, at least I'd assumed they were hose until she groaned loudly at her desk as she adjusted her seating position so she had one leg under her causing the skirt to rise and reveal the tops of stockings, the bands thick and lacey as they gripped her thighs.

Friday finally got the better of me. Her casual and very short tan denim skirt and pinstriped sleeveless blouse tightly hugged every inch they covered, but it was her bare legs, her tanned naked thighs, so smooth and firm, that did me in. The skirt rode higher and higher the longer she sat, the bottom of her cheeks exposed every time she bent or stretched. Each time she stood, she'd stop to shimmy and tug the skirt back down.

Looking back I suppose I appeared agitated when I asked Allie if she wouldn't mind hand delivering a gift to one of our biggest clients and told her she should take the rest of the day off after.

Allie willingly agreed, but only after asking if I was okay and why I wasn't delivering the gift myself as planned.

I lamely offered I was just tired and wanted to close the office and head home early. Of course, I couldn't tell her my cock had been painfully hard for hours and I was desperate for relief, or that I was intent on taking advantage of the empty office to get in a 'good jerk' session before heading home.

Once Allie was gone I checked on my one remaining service tech still out in the field, and determining he wouldn't be back until after closing, I promptly wished him a good weekend and quickly locked the front door and was just as quickly sitting back at my desk, pants around my ankles, daddy-daughter porn playing on my laptop, my rock hard cock in one hand, the framed picture of Allie from my desk in the other.

I won't beat around the bush; I was well into my 'good jerk' session when Allie caught me. "Hey, Dad..." suddenly cut through the din of the moans and groans coming from my laptop, the slap, slap, slap of me pounding my pud, and my ragged breathing as I looked over with a start to see my daughter suddenly filling my doorway, stopping short, her breath catching, her eyes going wide, her hand rising to almost cover her hung open mouth.

"I... I wanted..." she stuttered, and I caught a brief grin of amusement on her face as her eyes darted from my tightly fisted cock to my computer as some combination of, 'ugghhh,' 'fuck me,' and 'Daddy!,' blared out of the speakers until I stabbed at the space bar to pause it.

I watched Allie's grin vanish as her eyes fell to her framed picture in my other hand, "Oh!... Oh?... Oh!... Sorry!" she sputtered, nervously hesitating for a moment. Then she seemingly attempted to move in every direction at once, her legs and torso and head lurched in disparate directions before quickly falling back into sync as she pivoted on her heels and walked away with a purposeful trot before yelling back, "Sorry, Daddy!"

This time I heard the door close and the deadbolt snap. I sat there stunned for a few seconds.

I suppose I should explain the concept of the 'good jerk' to those of you not old enough to understand. I feel confident in saying every male on the planet takes the 'good jerk' for granted when you're young. There's no way you can't.

When you're young, at first your dick gets hard without reason, warning, or effort. Then it soon needs no stimuli stronger than imagination, or a chance glance of a woman's curves, or a even just a fucking gentle breeze to get hard and stay hard until you beat or fuck it into submission.

At a certain age you gain some modicum of control over your cock, you come to understand what it needs and so long as you supply it with regular means of relief, it behaves most of the time. During this period you master the technique of the 'good jerk,' learning how to mix the proper amount of time, stimulation, and effort to achieve maximum results.

In essence, you spend decades in the 'good jerk' zone. Porn or stories or your spank bank are just toppings on the jerk off sundae, extras that help make trying not to cum more fun and enjoyable. You can use and beat your dick for hours and hours. Tease it, abuse it; so long as you don't let it cum, it'll take all the abuse you can muster, proudly standing tall against the barrage of any stimulation you throw at it, while also bravely diving into all the pussy you're fortunate enough to explorer with it.

Then at a certain age, like the rest of your body, your cock grows a little weary; it needs more rest, more recovery time after a fight. Then it begins to grumble about how much you make it work and it takes more cajoling. Extra stimulation, porn and toys and fantasy and lotions, and ultimately pills, become necessary to convince your cock to suit up for battle.

This is the point you realize you took the 'good jerk' years for granted and you quickly learn to cherish every second of it when it, usually unexpectedly, now presents itself.

Certainly most men, most fathers, would have packed it up that day, last Friday, after being caught jerking off in the office by a women or a coworker, let alone your own daughter, but not this soldier, not this battle hardened veteran, not when my cock was letting it be known it was up for a 'good jerk.'

Despite the interruption, or perhaps even because of it, my cock remained at attention, ready to lead the charge, and with a shrug I simply leaned back, closed my eyes, and remembered every detail of the look on my little girl's face and proceeded to beat my dick to an unconditional surrender that ended with Allie's picture covered in thick ropes of hot jizzum.

50+ years living and two decades of marriage have a way of making you comfortable with who you are, and of teaching you there are worse things than someone finding out your secrets, but I can't pretend I wasn't concerned driving home. A decade ago I might have been panicked, but now I was merely concerned. Concerned for my relationship with my daughter, what she thought and what she might do, and how it might affect our lives, starting with the imminent holidays.

My wife, Samantha, and I had long settled into a vast acceptance of each other's fantasies and sexual needs. We still fucked regularly, but it was seldom spontaneous, usually when the time permitted one of us would initiate sex by suggesting watching porn or breaking out the sex toys. And while I'd never confessed my true feelings for our daughter, I also hadn't hidden my regular perusal of incest porn or stories on Literotica. I suppose it was a 'don't ask, don't tell' situation.

So I wasn't exactly worried about what my wife would say as I walked into the house that afternoon. To my relief, nothing was unusual, Either Allison hadn't said anything to her mother, or Samantha didn't want or feel the need to bring it up, and hasn't since.

I've seen my daughter nearly daily since that day and she also hasn't brought it up, though as I said, things have been tense and awkward between us, we've avoided being alone or even making prolonged eye contact all week.

As my daughter pulled me towards the water she leaned into me, her head on my arm, her fingers entwined in mine. It was such a relief, such a nice feeling to be this close, to know at least I hadn't ruined our relationship or the holidays after days of worry.

I was just beginning to wonder if this was her way of letting me know she just wanted to pretend Friday hadn't happened when Allie offered, "Sorry about the other day."

I immediately went on the defensive, interjecting, "I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have done that at work. It was stupid. I'm sorry you saw..."

Allie giggled as she stood in front of me and interrupted, "No... I'm sorry I spazzed and left you like that. I should have helped..." She smiled brightly as she said this, the moonlight reflecting off the lake, casting bouncing slashes of refracted light across her face. I started to offer a fatherly protest when she added, "I didn't know you thought about me like that."

Shocked and aroused, my breath suddenly shallow, my heart threatening to burst in my chest, "Ohh... Baby," I confessed in a whisper, hanging my head, our foreheads nearly touching.

"Here," my daughter said taking my other hand in hers and pulling me into the tree line where a blanket was laid out.

"What's this," I questioned.

"It's for us," Allie smiled as she stepped into me and craned her head to kiss me.

My daughter obviously planned this, wanted this, and who was I to argue, I thought as I mashed my lips against hers, Allie's unbelievably plump, moist lips. With a moan, I wrapped my arms around my daughter and pulled her tight, my hard cock poking her stomach as I forced my tongue into her mouth.

We stood there, hidden in the trees, making out for I don't know how long until Allie broke our kiss with a gasping breath, "Daddy! I want you so bad. You want to fuck me, right?"

"Oh god, Baby, for so long. More than anything," I confessed, and our mouths latched onto each other's again, hungry... ravenous.

"Mmmmm, I want you too Dad, I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me," Allie groaned sexily as I suckled my way down her neck.

I realized she was pulling her sweater over her head and quickly helped, tugging the knit garment up and off only to realize she was naked underneath, her large breasts falling free momentarily until I greedily grabbed them with both hands, squeezing and pinching as I attacked her neck again, kissing my way down her breasts, quickly capturing a swollen nipple between my lips.