Homecoming>>8

"You brought me home, and I resigned myself to the fact that you would never want me." she paused and I could hear a small sniffle. "You know, disfigured and all." she said thickly.

"Zoe, you're not-"

"You know I really did forget about that form that made us lose Jamie. Never knew about it. Because of that, in a way, it made me your little girl all over again I guess. You had to really start taking care of me."

Through my shorts, she wrapped her hand around my cock. A small groan escaped my lips that I was helpless to restrain.

"You helped me shower. Helped me go to the bathroom. Helped me dress. Helped me live. Hell, you even took me to work with you." she squeezed gently. "I feel so vulnerable when you help me like that. At first I thought I'd hate feeling like that, but I liked it. I love it. Love it so much that I started getting really, really horny every time you helped me shower. But I couldn't do anything about it. I tried, but I couldn't hold the shower head long enough, and I sure couldn't use my hand."

"Then you found the razor. God bless that razor. I confess, it was a bit of a ploy on my part." she chuckled, "I hoped it would get you to touch me a little, but I really do prefer my pussy bare. Oh! You jumped a little when I said pussy." she giggled a little.

"You have no idea how grateful I was when you got me my toy. I was surprised, yes, and at first I was disappointed it wouldn't be you, but it was better than nothing. But even that didn't work. Then you came in and made everything better, like usual."

She slowly turned her head to look at me in the eye.

"The entire time you were making me cum, I wondered if it was having any effect on you. Didn't think it was really, but now I know that's because of how we were positioned."

"Yeah. I tried to hide it."

"Well, you did a damn good job of it." she smiled, "Until today anyway. Feeling how hard you were earlier, how hard you are now, I realize that I did have some effect on you."

"More than you know." I admitted.

"And knowing that you'd come in here and cum because of me? I love it. Thank you, dad. For everything. I love you. So much."

"I love you too."

"I have another confession." she smirked

"Oh? Do tell."

"My arm is getting REALLY tired." her hand stopped caressing and rested on me. "Damn, I really hoped you'd cum by now."

"I'm not 18, baby. I have a little more self-control than that."

"I really, really want to see you cum, dad."

I didn't say anything. I just nodded slightly and reached around her to free my cock from its confines. Zoe turned her head around, gasping slightly as she finally saw what she had been asking for.

"That better?" I asked.

"Mmmhmmm." she hummed. Then I felt her hand wrap around my shaft, holding it up and squeezing it a little. I didn't dare ask if it was big enough for her. I was sure she'd seen plenty bigger in the Marines.

"Sorry I can't do it for you." she said wistfully.

I didn't answer. Instead I wrapped my hand around hers as it held my cock. Using her hand, I slowly started pumping, squeezing her hand to increase the pressure.

"Oh dad." she breathed, watching me masturbate with her hand, "Make yourself cum for me."

I started moving faster, feeling myself getting closer and closer.

"I'm gonna cum, Zoe."

"Cum daddy." she said, giving me permission almost.

With a groan, I felt my cum shoot out as her hand tugged as best she could. I came harder than I had in years, feeling like all the pent up hormones were being let out as well. After 5 or 6 pulses, I let go of both of us and lay there panting, trying to recover.

"Is that. what. you. wanted?" I said in between gulps of air.

Zoe lifted her head and looked at me, smiling like she'd won the lottery. Streaked across her face were thick strings of semen, the biggest going from her cheek to right under her nose. Instead of wiping it off, she ran her tongue across her mouth.

"mmmmm." she hummed again.

"Want a towel?" I asked

"No thanks." she worked her arm under her gown and used that to get most of it off. "Help me get this off please."

I helped her up and pulled her gown up and over her head. I was still fuzzy headed, because only when she lay down did it occur to me that she was completely naked now.

"Can I cum again?" she asked. "Please."

"Of course. Be right back." I started to get up to go get her vibrator.

"No." she stopped me. "Just use your hands."

I nodded gently, lying beside her and sliding my hands down her body. I could feel her trembling slightly under my touch as I slid across her mons to her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her already. My finger slipped between her lips easily and she gasped as I explored her body.

"You're dripping, baby." I whispered in her ear.

"Oh daddy." she opened her eyes and looked into mine, "You make me like this. You've always made me like this. You-ooohfuck."

Whatever she was saying was lost as I found her little clit and started rubbing it. I'd never really seen or felt it before and it was smaller than I would have thought, a hard little nubbin hidden in between the softest and wettest pussy I'd ever touched. Her eyes closed as I continued to massage her button. Zoe reached over and ran her fingers through my hair, rubbing my head and pulling me closer to her.

It was instinct that brought our lips together. It was gentle at first, but her tongue quickly snaked into my mouth. She pulled me against her tighter as I rubbed her faster and faster. I moved my hand down, letting my thumb focus on her clit while I pushed my middle finger inside. I began to pump my finger in and out, pushing her over the edge. She broke our kiss, threw her head back, and cried out as her orgasm began to overtake her. I pushed inside as deep as I could, letting her pussy spasm around my finger.

"Oh my God, that was good." she said after a moment of recovery.

"You okay?"

"Better than I've been in a long time, daddy." she said sweetly, kissing me again. "I'm exhausted. Can we take a nap?"

I pulled the covers down and helped her get underneath. At her urging, I stripped nude and slipped under the covers as well.

"You sure you're okay, dad?" she asked as she snuggled against me.

"Yeah, I am. Why?"

"Well, we've kinda crossed a lot of lines in a short time."

"Yeah, but we're crossing them together, right?"

"Together." she agreed, pressing her body against mine. I felt her breast against my skin and her nipple pressing into me.

I lay there, savoring the sensation of her cuddled against me and soon heard the rhythmic sound of her sleeping. I followed her in a few short minutes.

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