Father’s Day Date
By The Pen Is Mightier
thepenismightier09@gmail.com
Melanie was finishing up her makeup as her mom stepped into the bathroom. “Oh, Mellie, look at you. You’re breathtaking!”
“Mohhhhm,” Melanie groaned. “Cut it out!”
“It’s true!” Her mom protested as Melanie applied her lipstick. She wasn’t wrong. The teen had pulled all the stops out today. Her brand new strapless maroon dress showed off a hint of her generous breasts and cut off just above her knees, giving Melanie a super cute look that was sexy without being slutty. Her freshly applied makeup and gently curled blonde hair that cascaded down her back upped the ante even further. Dressed like this she could get the attention of any guy she wanted, but the only one that mattered to Mel was her dad.
The whole idea had been Melanie’s. This was her last Father’s Day at home before going off to college, and she wanted to do something special for the man who had always been there for her. Over the years, her dad took her on countless “daddy-daughter” dates. Some were just for fun, and others were full of valuable life lessons, from changing tires to getting over boys who broke her heart.
Mel and her dad had always been close, and she was so thankful to have a dad like him in her life. To show that thankfulness, she decided to turn the tables and treat her daddy to a special Father’s Day date. The plan was to surprise her dad by taking him to his favorite upscale steakhouse, and after that Melanie was going to take him on a tour of some of the daddy-daughter date locations from years past that meant a lot to her.
“I just hope daddy has fun tonight.” Melanie said as she applied a little perfume.
“You know he will, sweetie,” her mom replied, smiling “but as good as you look, you’d better be careful not to steal him away from me. He’s mine!”
“Ew, gross!” Melanie chided before joining her mom in laughter. Hey, is dad almost ready?”
“I was actually coming to tell you that he was all dressed up and waiting downstairs as soon as you’re done.”
“Perfect!” Mel squealed. “Go tell him I’ll be right down.”
Melanie’s mom left the room to head downstairs while Mel finished getting ready. She checked herself out in the mirror, then slipped on a pair of pretty low-heeled shoes that matched her dress before strolling out of the bathroom and down the hall. Turning the corner to head down the stairs, she saw her dad for the first time. He was wearing his black suit that she always said made him look handsome, with a striped maroon tie that coordinated with her outfit, probably thanks to her mom. Melanie couldn’t help but beam at him as she made her way down the steps.
At the bottom of the stairs, Steve’s jaw dropped when he saw his daughter for the first time. She looked absolutely gorgeous. His wife was in the living room with happy tears welling up in her eyes, and Steve could understand why as he tried to keep from getting misty himself. Here was his little girl, all grown up and putting in so much effort to show her love. He didn’t know how he did it, but he must have done something right as a parent for all these years.
“Hello Father.” Melanie said in her best fake British accent, a long running inside joke between the two from so many past adventures.
“M’lady,” Steve replied in kind. “Shall we?” He crooked out his arm, which Melanie took, and the two walked arm-in-arm towards the front door.
“Have fun you two!” Mel’s mom called out. “Just call if you’re going to be late.”
A few moments later, Mel led her dad over to her car. “Remember, tonight I’m taking YOU on the date,” she told him, “so I’m driving.”
“Yes ma’am,” her dad replied, opening up the passenger side door of the ‘land yacht,’ the nickname the family had affectionately given Mel’s big, older car. He sank down into the soft, roomy bench seat and waited while Melanie got in and fished her keys from her purse. She pulled out of the driveway, and the two were off, making casual conversation as she navigated to the restaurant.
“Ooh, fancy,” Steve commented as they pulled into the parking lot for Arturo’s Steakhouse. “I’m glad we dressed up.”
“I told you dressing up was important, dad,” Melanie replied. “And don’t worry, I even made reservations.”
Steve nodded in approval. “I raised you well, young grasshopper.”
Melanie and her dad made their way inside and to their table. Once their orders were placed, the two started into a conversation that spanned two decades of events, from Steve retelling the story of how he and Mel’s mom met, to Melanie going over her plans for the fall when school starts. When the food arrived, they both dug in.
“This prime rib is so good,” Steve raved.
“Same here,” Melanie replied before adding “but don’t get too full, we’re going someplace super special for dessert.”
“Oh really? Like where?”
“It’s a surprise, I can’t tell you, but I can say this, you’ll—”
“Oh, there you are!” croaked an old man in a frail voice. The two had been so deep in their dinner and conversation that they hadn’t noticed the gentleman wander up to their table. He was bald and toothless, appearing to be at least 90. His striped button-down shirt and bow tie looked nearly as antiquated as he was, and he squinted at the two of them through the thickest pair of glasses Mel had ever seen.
Melanie and her dad silently stared as the old man pulled out one of the empty chairs at their table and sat down. “Now where was I?” he asked himself. “Oh, yes, yes. I was saying what a lovely couple you two made. A pair of lovers out on a date.” Exchanging looks with her dad, Mel tried to let the nonagenarian know he’d found the wrong table, but he ‘tsk’ed her quiet before continuing.
“Now, now, none of that,” he continued. “A pretty young lady like you should count herself lucky to have such a good looking man. I bet when you look at him, you just want to hold his hands and flirt with him and kiss him like all the young lovers do. When you see him, you’re just filled with all sorts of naughty thoughts!” The old man cackled in an ancient laugh before continuing.
“I may be getting up there in years, but love has always been the same. A man like this turns you on. He excites you. He makes you want to do things you wouldn’t normally do. I bet you’d just love to wrap your hands around his member. Or his lips. Or just take him inside you. Well, you should just do it. I’ve lived enough years to know that he wants it too!” Amber stared slack-jawed as the old man turned to Steve and gave him a wink through his thick glasses.
The man was clearly senile, Steve reasoned. Trying to be firm but gentle with the elder, he spoke up. “Sir, no, actually, it’s not like that. This isn’t my wife, she’s—”
“A hot piece of ass, that’s what she is!” The old man cackled again, cutting Steve off and reaching over to give him a nudge with his elbow before addressing him again. “Now listen here young man, she didn’t tell me you were married to someone else, but I suppose times are-a-changin’. It seems that all of the married men have a side piece these days, and I reckon you’re no exception. I don’t blame you either. She’s a fine lookin’ woman.
“I bet that you like to hold her hand and flirt with her and kiss her like a lover too, and in your mind you think about all the ways you’re gonna use her body behind wifey’s back. Somewhere inside you, you probably feel a little guilty about stepping out on your wife,” he said, briefly glancing over at Mel. “But you’ll get over it. Soon enough you’ll leave that wifey for this beauty, I reckon. When you’re as in love as the two of you are, you can’t help but be together.”
As the old man finished his sentence, he placed his hands on both Steve and Melanie’s shoulders. They both jumped in their seats as a jolt passed through them. Suddenly the old man’s face scrunched up in a scowl. He stood up and got right up in Melanie’s face, looking her over closely. Then he did the same to her father before backing up from the two of them.
“Oh me, oh my,” the elderly man said. “I appear to have the wrong table. But don’t you worry, I think you’ll still enjoy my little gift. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my party.” With that, Steve and his daughter watched the ancient soul shuffle away and wander through the restaurant, occasionally stopping at tables and staring down patrons from a few inches. Eventually he came across another table with a man in a black suit accompanying a woman in a maroon dress. The woman got up and gave him a hug, and he sat down with them.
After the old man sat down across the restaurant, Mel and her dad turned to face each other. They stared silently, eyes wide. Finally, Steve started to snicker, and a moment later both he and Melanie burst out laughing.
“Well, add another one to the list!” Melanie laughed, waving her finger in a “check mark” motion.
“Yup. Looks like our luck is holding up strong!” her father laughed back, wiping away a tear. “If I had a nickel for every weird story we had, I’d be a rich man. I will admit, the dirty old man definitely takes the cake. Do you think we should tell your mom about him?”
“Oh forget that!” Mel laughed. “She already told me not to go stealing you away tonight. The last thing she needs is to hear about some old codger suggesting it!” They both laughed at the situation, and spent the rest of dinner recalling other crazy mishaps from their past daddy-daughter dates.
At the end of their dinner, a brief moment of silence fell over the table and Steve found himself studying his daughter. ‘She really is beautiful’ he thought to himself, smiling as he looked her over. ‘Just like her mom at that age. Except Mel’s got way sexier tits.’ Steve’s eyes went wide and he immediately diverted them down to his plate. Where did that thought come from? Steve had never in his life thought about his daughter in any sort of sexual light. Maybe that old man got to him?
As Steve stared at his plate and tried to cleanse his mind of its disgusting thought, Melanie excused herself and strode to the ladies room. On her way there she turned back toward their table and caught her dad checking out her ass. When he noticed that he’d been spotted, he once again yanked away his head, and Melanie rushed into the bathroom.
Locking herself in a stall, Melanie leaned up against the wall and took a deep breath. She didn’t really need to use the restroom, but ever since that man had come to her table, she had found herself struggling with unwelcome feelings.
What she felt was fairly innocuous at first. As they chatted away, Mel found herself staring at her dad’s hand and wishing she could hold it. That wasn’t so unusual—they held hands all the time, especially on their little dates. It seemed harmless, so she enjoyed the butterflies in her stomach thinking about how nice it would be to hold his hand later tonight.
She soon found herself considering her dad’s face. He was such a handsome man, she realized, and soon a part of her mind was daydreaming about what it would be like to flirt with him, like the old man said. Or to kiss him, not a kiss as a daughter like she had thousands of times in her life, but as a lover. Her butterflies grew even stronger.
When she noticed her dad staring directly at her tits, a flood of what the old man called ‘naughty thoughts’ crashed into her. She pictured herself going down on him, and begging him to fuck her. The perverted thoughts got her attention, and she knew she had to get away and clear her mind from the gross images.
Melanie stood in the stall a few minutes, taking deep breaths and trying to frame her father in any sort of light but a sexual one. It wasn’t easy, but finally she felt comfortable enough that she could control herself, and headed back out to the table, where she noticed that dad had just finished paying the check.
“Daddy!” She mock-whined, giving him a playful punch in the arm. “I’m taking YOU on a date, remember? I was going to pay for that.”
“Oops. Sorry princess. Old habits are hard to break.” Steve smiled as he stood up. “I’ll tell you what, I won’t pay for another thing tonight, I promise.”
“Deal” Melanie smiled, taking her dad’s hand in hers. “Now, I think it’s time for dessert.”
The girl and her father walked out of the restaurant holding hands, and as they strolled up to the car Melanie found herself leaning on her dad’s shoulder. It felt so good to be this close to him, and she almost hated letting go as he got into his seat.
While Mel walked around the vehicle, Steve was desperately trying to purify his thoughts. They’d walked hand-in-hand countless times before. Melanie snuggled up into him like that all the time. Last night they were watching a movie and Mel was practically strewn across him. He didn’t have one iota of sexual feelings then. Why was his mind coming up with all sorts of depraved ways to use her tonight? Did that old man have something to do with it? He almost wanted to call off the rest of the date so he could go home and clear his mind, but he knew how hard Mel had been planning the evening, so he forced himself to smile and go on.
Climbing in the car next to her dad, Mel put the key in the ignition and turned towards him. As soon as she did, she found herself fighting off an urge to lean over and kiss him hard on the lips. Mel did her best to eradicate those thoughts and put a smile on her face. “So how was dinner?”
“Superb, magnificent, out of this world, and yet nowhere near as delicious as the company,” Steve flirted as he took Melanie’s hand in his. Realizing what he said, his face reddened slightly. This was behavior for his wife, not his daughter. Why was he being so flirty?
“Well daddy,” Melanie purred, her heart beating harder as her father held her hand and his eyes met hers, “the night’s not over. I’ve planned out a stroll down memory lane for us, a tour of some of the places where you helped me become the girl I am now.”
“The woman you are now,” Steve smiled at his daughter. The way he said ‘woman’ made Melanie’s heart skip a beat. She took a deep breath, and for a quiet moment her eyes slowly studied her father. Was he feeling this way too? Why was she feeling like this? The butterflies in her stomach returned, begging for Melanie to just lean in and kiss her father, just like the old man had said. She couldn’t though. She knew it was so wrong, so dirty.
Without saying a word, Melanie smiled at her father as she gently pulled her hand from his grip long enough to reverse the car out of the parking spot and get moving. She pulled onto the road, and as she checked in the side mirror she found her dad staring at her tits again. Why did that make her feel so hot?
The couple drove in relative silence to the next destination, Melanie’s right hand came off the steering wheel and found her father’s, holding it once more. In his mind, Steve was in a screaming match with himself. Every time he looked at Melanie, he couldn’t help but think of what the old man said—she’s a hot piece of ass. The warmth of her hand was making his heart beat harder, his mind flooded with impure thoughts. He could hug her. He could kiss her. He could fuck her. Steve mentally screamed to cut it out, and fought to quit checking Mel out as she drove.
Meanwhile, Melanie was having her own battle. She loved her dad so much. She always had. But the feelings she was having now were so much different from the love she’d always felt for him. To use the old man’s words, they were so…naughty. She thought about what the man said, about how she was her dad’s ‘side piece.’ The butterflies in her stomach were churning at full force. Why couldn’t she shake that old man’s words from her mind? She resolved to fight off the urges and give her father the best date that she could.
Turning one last corner, Steve finally realized where they were heading. “Hey, Pete’s Ice Cream Shop!” he said with a grin. “Man, we used to go here all the time! Remember when you were little, you always wanted their famous rocky road sundae with—”
“With extra chocolate syrup and gummy bears,” Melanie finished, and they both chuckled. For the briefest moment, the two were able to forget their unwelcome thoughts and they both grinned to countless fantastic memories made at the old-timey parlor.
“Those were good times,” Melanie chirped as she found a parking spot. “But the reason we’re here is because of one very special day. I want to see if you can figure it out by the time we get our order.”
Mel’s lips curled into a smile, and soon the two found themselves walking arm-in-arm to the door of the shop as Steve racked his brain trying to figure out which daddy-daughter date she was thinking of. Steve was silently thankful for the challenge, as it kept his mind from dwelling on the pervasive sexual thoughts he kept having.
By the time they were seated at the table with their double-strawed chocolate milkshake, he’d ruled out the times they went after softball practice, the celebration after her 10th grade play, a dozen other assorted events, and every visit before she was a teenager. Just as Melanie was about to give up and tell him, Steve’s eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. “Eighth grade! Denny Jenkins!” he proclaimed.
“Winner winner!” Melanie cheered him. “That’s right. I came home from school crying. I was too embarrassed to talk to you or mom, so you brought me here. You got a chocolate shake with two straws, just like this,” she said, gesturing to their dessert, “and you just sat here with me while I cried my eyes out. When I finally opened up and told you about Denny breaking up with me, you did something that I don’t remember you ever doing before then.”
“I cried.” Steve said, his face growing red and his eyes moistening as he remembered.
“You cried. You sat here with me, and we both cried over our shake. Then we spent almost two hours talking it out. You told me how special I was, and how I’d find the perfect man someday. That was the day I realized what I wanted in a man. I wanted somebody like my dad.”
His heart melted by her words, Steve stood up and held his arms out to Mel, who rose and met her dad in a warm embrace. As the two hugged, Steve’s nostrils filled with her perfume as her breasts pressed hard against his chest. He found his mind slipping back into the gutter, and to his horror, he felt his cock slowly beginning to harden.
Melanie’s eyes went wide as her dad’s cock began pressing hard into her abdomen. The naughty thoughts came flooding back with full force, and for a moment she fantasized about stripping her dad’s pants off right here in the ice cream shop and taking him in her mouth. She shook off the thoughts, and forced herself to release her father from the embrace.
As they sat back down and finished their shake, both Melanie and her dad knew something strange was up. They both fought to keep the ideas out of their heads, but by the end of dessert the conversation had drifted and the two were happily flirting with one another. Walking back to his daughter’s car as the sun set, Steve found his hand grabbing Melanie’s ass, and Melanie couldn’t help but giggle before she decided to playfully run back to the vehicle.
Once they were both seated, Steve continued the flirting. “So when I guessed the right date in there, you said I was the winner. So if I’m the winner, what kind of prize do I get?”
“Oh, daddy wants a prize, does he?” Melanie purred, shifting in her seat so that she was facing him. “What kind of prize do you want?”
Instead of answering, Steve turned and leaned forward, kissing his daughter on the lips. For a split second, Mel’s eyes went wide and her heart stopped. What was dad doing? It was wrong. So wrong, but it felt so right, she realized. Melanie found her arms wrapping around her father as she deepened the kiss, parting her lips and letting her father’s tongue enter her mouth. For several moments, the two of them remained there, locked in an embrace as their tongues dueled.
As they began passionately making out, Steve was desperately trying to stop himself. He shouldn’t be feeling things like this. But it felt so good, and he found it nearly impossible to stop. In fact, it was nearly impossible not to go further.
As their lips pressed and Melanie moaned softly, Steve had a mental image of him fucking his daughter right there in the ice cream shop parking lot. He knew he had to do something. With a herculean effort, he managed to break off the kiss, and forced himself back down into the seat, strapping himself in with the seatbelt.
“Sweetie, I am so, so sorry.” Steve spoke, his voice quivering. “I don’t know what came over me. I just… I don’t know how, but somehow what that man at the restaurant said has just gotten to me. I’m really sorry.”
Melanie stared at her father. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she found herself both sad that he ended the kiss but also thankful, because she knew exactly where her thoughts had wanted it to go.
“Dad, it’s fine.” Melissa replied gently. “I know what you mean. I can’t figure out why, but it’s been messing with me too. I don’t want it to wreck our night though. Can we just try to start over at the next stop?”
“Yeah princess, I’d really like that,” Steve replied.
Sitting back in her own seat and buckling in, she looked at her dad, smiled and gave him a wink.
“Good! Because I think you’ll really like the next place.”
The drive to the second stop was a silent one. Steve fought an almost unstoppable urge to reach out and hold Mel’s hand again as she drove. The problem was that as the night wore on, he was finding it harder and harder to define the line between behaviors that were appropriate for a dad and his adult daughter to share and those that were not. He felt like holding her hand was something acceptable, but on the same token he had just made out with his own daughter and that didn’t feel wrong at all, even though he cognitively knew it was. Having trouble identifying the line, he decided on sitting quietly with his hands to himself.
As she neared their next destination, Melanie’s heart was sinking. They had driven all the way there in silence. She loved her dad, more than any other man out there, and she wanted this night to be special. Now thanks to these stupid intrusive thoughts, they weren’t even talking.
Then she got an idea. Maybe she and her dad could find a way to give in to their feelings just enough to have fun, without going too far. The revelation made her smile, and soon she felt her spirits lifting as she plotted her next steps.
The car’s headlights shone over a sign, and Steve finally broke his silence. “Oh hey! Elmwood Park! Wow, we haven’t been here in years.”
“Yup. This is our next stop, daddy,” Melanie chirped as she pulled into a parking stall and looked over at her dad. “Can you guess why?”
“I bet I can,” Steve said through his smile, “but I want to hear it from you.”
The two exited the car, and taking her father’s hand before he could argue, Melanie trekked up a nearby trail, pulling her dad along. With the sun down and twilight slowly fading, she made her way to a park bench along the trail and sat down and patted the spot next to her for her dad to sit down. Steve seated himself next to Melanie, still holding her hand, but keeping space between them in an attempt not to go too far again.
“Do you remember the last time we sat on this bench together?” Mel asked her dad.
“Oh gosh, it’s been ages.” Steve answered. “We haven’t been to this park since we moved to the new house. You were maybe eight when that happened. But if I recall, this is where you finally learned to ride your bike.”
“Bingo!” Melanie cheered, leaning in to give her dad a kiss on the cheek. “I was seven. I’d been trying to learn to ride my bike, but I just couldn’t get it down. All my friends could already do it, and I just wanted to give up. But you wouldn’t let me. I didn’t want to ride my bike around the neighbors, so you brought me here every day for weeks, until I finally got it. The day I finally rode on my own, you sat here with me on this very bench, and told me something I still remember. You told me that if I want to do something, I should never, ever give up until it happens. It’s advice that’s gotten me through so many rough days in my life.”
Steve’s smile couldn’t have gotten any bigger if he’d tried. Who would have thought that all these years later, Mel still remembered that? As he looked at Mel in the twilight, he caught her smiling at him with a hungry look in her eyes. The two gazed into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, when finally Melanie spoke up once more.
“Daddy, there’s something I want right now,” she purred, moving to straddle her dad’s lap on the park bench. Steve’s breathing grew labored as his daughter leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I know it didn’t feel right at first, but it was so nice when we kissed earlier. It’s okay, I really want it. And if we both want it, how bad could it be?”
With that, she drew back her head until she was looking her dad in the eyes. Closing her own eyes, Melanie tilted her head and brought her lips up to her father’s.
At first, Steve didn’t react. It wasn’t from a lack of desire—he wanted nothing more than to kiss his daughter right now. No, Steve found himself dealing with guilt. He’d been married to his wife for 19 years. Never once had he so much as flirted with another woman. Now here he was, about to make out with his own daughter behind his wife’s back, for the second time no less. The only thing he could tell himself to ease the guilt was that he wouldn’t let it go further than a kiss. He had no idea what was compelling them to do this, but for his wife’s sake, he hoped he could control it.
With his thoughts sorted, Steve found himself giving into desire, wrapping his arms around his daughter, pressing his lips against hers, and kissing her with passion. Their lips parted, and at once their tongues began a lovers’ dance. Melanie moaned into her dad’s mouth, driving him on further.
His hands began roaming up and down her back, occasionally grabbing her ass through her dress, getting her more turned on. By now Steve was totally hard, and from how his daughter had positioned herself, his cock was pressing directly into her wetness. Mel soon began to grind up against her dad, eliciting a groan from both of them as they made out on the bench.
As good as all this was, Melanie heard the words of the old man even as she moaned into the kiss. She wanted to take him in her mouth. She wanted to taste his cock. Still passionately making out with her dad, she had just made up her mind that she was going to do just that when footsteps up the trail and a voice foiled her plan.
“Oh god, you two, go home!” shouted a man as he walked past them. Momentarily breaking the spell, both Mel and her dad stopped kissing and turned their heads to see an older man walking a dog gawking at them.
“Um, sorry!” Melanie replied and the man just scoffed at them and continued past the bench. As the man and his dog walked off, she looked at her dad in the fading twilight for a moment. A smile crept onto her face and she slowly brought her hand up in the air, moving her finger in a “check mark” motion.
Steve couldn’t help but laugh at his daughter’s joke, and with a wink told her “you heard the man honey. I guess we had better head home.”
“Oh no you don’t mister,” his daughter playfully responded. “We have two stops left, and I plan on taking you to both of them.” The pair separated and rose from the bench. As they made their way to the car, Mel leaned into her dad, whose arm was snugly wrapped around her.
Once they were both seated in the roomy older car, Melanie put the key in the ignition and turned to her father once more. “That was so nice, daddy” she cooed at him. Leaning over towards him, Mel grabbed Steve’s tie and used it to pull him towards her and into another kiss. After a moment with their lips together, she pulled back and smiled at her dad. “That was just to keep you excited for the next stop.”
“Oh don’t worry princess,” Steve bantered, “I’m definitely excited.”
“I can see that,” the girl replied, eying the tent in her dad’s pants.
Getting on the road again, a naughty idea popped into Melanie’s head. Her right hand came off the steering wheel, and she gently placed it on her dad’s thigh. Slowly, she slid it further upwards. Then between his legs, until her hand was directly over his crotch.
Steve placed his hand over Mel’s but did nothing to stop her. Gently with his hand over hers, Melanie began stroking her dad through his pants.
Steve let out a long, slow sigh as her hand worked on him. In his mind he knew this was wrong, and he shouldn’t be letting anyone but his wife stroke his cock. He especially shouldn’t let his daughter do it. Even with the guilt in his mind, the pleasure ultimately won, and Steve felt his legs spreading wider to give his daughter better access while his hand began guiding her strokes.
Melanie smiled as she watched the road. ‘This is so much fun,’ she thought to herself, but she knew how to take it up a notch. “Unbuckle your belt,” She ordered in her sexiest voice. Seeing where this was going, Steve did just as she asked him, and he even unbuttoned his dress pants for her.
Melanie took it from there, pulling down his zipper before sliding her delicate hand under the waistband of his underwear. In a second she found her father’s cock, and her fingers gently wrapped around it. Still watching the road as she made her way to the penultimate stop of the night, she took a sharp breath.
She had never wondered about her dad’s cock before tonight, and found herself surprised at how big it was. Before this evening, she had only ever touched her last boyfriend’s dick, but she knew instantly that it was nowhere near as thick or as long as her father’s. Her mouth began watering as ideas flooded her mind, but Melanie kept her eyes on the road, even as she slowly began pumping her father’s shaft.
Enjoying the sensations, Steve leaned back and closed his eyes. His daughter’s delicate fingers moved along his cock slowly, teasingly, and he found himself thrusting his hips out, hoping for more. Once or twice her fingers swirled over his sensitive cock head, making him groan. He found himself getting so into the moment that he didn’t feel the car turning off the road, and only just barely registered coming to a stop. Slowly his daughter’s hand withdrew from his shorts, and Steve found his eyes opening.
“Where are we?” He asked. As he surveyed the surroundings, he realized he knew the answer even as Melanie started to speak.
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember,” Mel playfully chided. “You took me here about a hundred times the year I turned 15. It’s that old, vacant car lot at the edge of town.”
“I could never forget our driving lesson dates,” Steve said with a gleam in his eyes. Melanie had been so excited to learn how to drive. On her 15th birthday she got her learner’s permit and practically dragged her dad to the car. He brought her here. In its heyday, this was the biggest car lot in town, with several acres of cars to choose from. About five years ago the dealership moved, leaving an excellent spot for new drivers to come practice their skills.
“Do you remember the first thing you told me when we started practicing here?” Melanie asked.
“Was it not to get us killed?” Steve quipped. They both laughed, and Mel gave her dad a playful shove.
“No, silly! You told me ‘Mellie, don’t worry. As long as you follow my instructions you’re going to be just fine.’ I know you were just talking about the car, but in the years since, it turned out to be the best advice. Our time on this old lot helped me realize that if I follow my daddy’s instructions, I’m always going to be okay.”
Steve smiled at Melanie. He was truly impressed at her date night so far, even with the unexpected feelings they were both having. He couldn’t help but admire her body as he watched Melanie unbuckle her seatbelt before reaching over to release his. After unbuckling his seatbelt, Melanie leaned over and kissed him once more. His guilt finally beginning to fade, Steve melted into the kiss, letting a groan escape his throat as her tongue met his once more.
As they kissed, Melanie’s hand once again found its way under her father’s waistband, stroking him once more. Steve let out another groan, and soon Mel was steadily pumping him as he found his lips leaving hers to start kissing along her neck. Finally building up the courage to do something he’d wanted since dinner, Steve’s hands made their way to Mel’s tits, and as he fondled her he silently decided they were much, much better than her mom’s.
Mel moaned as her dad’s hands groped her through her dress and his lips left kisses all along her neck and jaw. This felt so good. She pumped her dad’s cock a little harder, and moved to whisper into his ear.
“You know daddy,” she started huskily, “I can still follow your instructions. Is there anything you want me to do?”
A moment later, Steve’s dress slacks and underwear had been pulled down to the floorboard of the car, and he watched in awe as Melanie’s head slowly descended until her lips just barely met his shaft. She sucked the tip of his member into her mouth and tentatively began swirling around it with her tongue. In response, Steve let out a low groan.
Encouraged from his feedback, Melanie lowered herself further onto her dad’s cock. He was so big that she couldn’t take all of him in her mouth, but she tried nonetheless. Slowly at first, she started bobbing her head up and down on his cock, occasionally pulling a strand of hair from her face as she worked. Steve moaned, reaching across the seat and grabbed Mel’s ass.
“Oh, fuck, Mellie. This is good,” Steve sighed as his daughter continued slurping on his hard cock. While she pistoned her face on his shaft, Steve tugged at the hem of her dress until it was high enough for him to slip his hand under her panties. He worked his fingers further between his daughter’s legs until he found her wet, hungry slit. Melissa let out a passionate moan on Steve’s cock once his fingers started rubbing up and down along her pussy lips.
Melanie was in paradise as she sucked her dad off. She found herself getting more and more worked up as his fingers continued probing her pussy. A small voice in her head was trying to scream that this was all so wrong, but a much louder voice wanted to take things further. Mel slipped her dad almost all the way out of her mouth and began using her tongue to massage his cock head while she used her hand to stroke him off.
The sensation was too much for Steve. “Sweetie, oh, I’m, ungh, I’m cumming” he cried. His cock erupted, shooting blasts of hot, sticky cum into his daughter’s eager mouth. Mel sucked and slurped, just barely managing to swallow all of her dad’s seed. Steve’s breathing gradually slowed and he let go of Melanie’s pussy. She came off her dad’s cock slowly, giving his cockhead one last lick as she straightened out her skirt and pulled herself up.
For nearly a minute, the two just sat there in the car silently, coming down from the sexual high and contemplating what just happened. The small voice in Melanie’s head momentarily got louder, and she found herself becoming worried over what she just did. She loved her dad with all her heart. This was definitely going to change their relationship. What if it made things worse between them? She also loved her mom so much, and if she ever found out about this, it would destroy her. Melanie took a handful of sharp, short breaths as her worried heart beat out of her chest.
In the passenger seat, Mel’s dad was dealing with similar concerns as he pulled his pants back up. His mind raced as he asked himself so many questions. How did this happen? How could he do this with his own daughter? How could he do this to his wife? He loved both women so much, and until their meal tonight he had never considered his daughter as a sexual being. Less than a couple hours later, he’d fondled her tits, fingered her pussy, and pumped a load of cum into her mouth. Why didn’t he seem to have any control? And even more concerning, why did he desperately want more?
“I, um, dad, I don’t know what came over me.” Mel started.
“I know,” Steve replied. “Honey, I’m feeling the same way.”
“So what do we do? I’m just, I, daddy, I just love you so much and I don’t want this to mess up our relationship.” Watching her closely in the dimly lit car, Steve could see his daughter’s eyes begin flowing with tears as she talked, and he pulled her into a tight hug.
“Listen to me,” Steve said into his daughter’s ear as they continued to hug. “You’re my Mellie girl. Nothing can ever change that. I know we’re doing new things, but if I’m honest I’m not sure I want it to stop. I’ve never felt closer to you than I did just a minute ago. It felt so good. So right.”
Steve pulled away from Mel so he could look into her eyes. “I love you Mel. I love you with everything inside me. Nothing can change that. So come on girl, wipe up those tears. You said there was still one more stop tonight, and I want to see what you had planned.”
Melanie smiled. Her daddy always knew exactly what to say. Steve handed the handkerchief from his suit pocket to her, and she wiped up her tears before leaning in to give her dad a tender kiss on his lips. A few moments later, the car was back in motion, heading further out of town as the two held hands on their way to the last stop.
Deep into rural farmland, Melanie finally spoke up. “We’re almost there,” she said, smiling once more. “Any ideas yet, daddy?”
“I don’t know. You’re not going to kill me and leave me in a ditch out here are you?” Steve replied with a laugh.
“Daddy! Cut it out. I’m being serious. I know you have to remember this one.” Melanie pulled her car off the dirt road, onto a ramshackle path leading into the heart of a massive cornfield. Coming close to the middle of the field, she put the car in park.
Steve grinned. “How could I forget the Persids? What I can’t figure out is why on earth this stop made your list.”
“Well,” Melissa shared as she reached into the back seat and pulled out a massive blanket she stowed for just the occasion. “Let’s go for a walk and I’ll tell you.”
Steve was a bit of an astronomy nut, and every August for the last five years, he made a point of taking Mel out to the country to watch the Perseids meteor shower. They’d lay out a blanket in the middle of a field, and spend hours watching for shooting stars and talking.
As they walked hand in hand toward a flat spot in the field, Steve really couldn’t figure out why she picked this spot for her night of favorites. Most years, Mel would grumble when he came into her room and woke her up. They had some good conversations for sure, but he always got the impression that she’d rather be home asleep.
Finding a fairly flat spot, Melanie laid out the blanket and Steve helped straighten it out. Sitting down in the middle, she patted the spot beside her and her dad sat down next to her. Mel leaned into her father and spoke softly.
“So, I know this one might not make sense, but hear me out. We’ve come out here five times, and I think every time I complained about being dragged from my bed. It probably looked like these were my least favorite daddy-daughter date. But are you ready for a shocker? They were actually my favorite.”
Steve looked into Melanie’s eyes and arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Absolutely. And last year’s trip was especially good.” She took her dad’s hand in her own before continuing. “I know I grumbled and griped the whole way here, but in my heart, it made me feel so special that you were sharing part of your world with me. It would have been easier just to leave me at home and come out by yourself, but you loved me enough that you made me part of something you loved.”
Melanie’s dad smiled at her as she continued. “That night, I feel like we talked about so much. I’d just turned 18, and you kept telling me what an incredible woman I’d become, and how excited you were to see what I’d do in my last year of high school. The more you said, the more I realized that you were doing what you had done all my life. You were lifting me up. That night was the first night I realized that who I am was very largely due to who you were to me. And I’ve thought about that every day since.”
Melanie burrowed her head into her dad’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. Turning her head up to look her father in his eyes, she sighed “I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too, Mellie,” Steve replied. “I love you so, so much.”
Steve leaned in towards his daughter’s lips as she shifted to meet him in a kiss. Their kiss quickly deepened, and before long, Their tongues were once again dancing as their arms wrapped around one another. Melanie pulled off her father’s tie, tossing it in the field beside them. Soon, his jacket and shirt were off as their hands continued exploring each other.
Kissing the spot where his daughter’s neck met her shoulder, Steve found the zipper on her dress and slid it down, exposing her back to the cool June air. In a moment, Mel had slipped her dress and shoes off, moaning as her father unclasped her strapless bra. Soon the bra joined the rest of their discarded clothes, and she let out a groan as Steve’s hands found her bare tits for the first time.
Laying his daughter back on the blanket, Steve kneeled beside her. His lips made their way back to her neck before slowly working their way lower and lower. A high-pitched “oh” left Mel’s lips as her dad latched onto one of her nipples, sucking on it as his hand squeezed her other tit. But his lips weren’t done, and continued trailing down her body until he’d positioned himself between her legs while he kissed her over her panties.
Feeling a tug on the material, Melanie pushed her hips up, allowing her dad to remove her panties. Almost immediately his face found her snatch, making the girl moan in delight as he licked up and down along her labia. As his tongue slid between his daughter’s pussy lips, his hands had moved up to her tits, fondling them and occasionally rolling a nipple in his fingers.
Melanie found her hips grinding into her dad’s face as his lips found her clit. “Oh dad. Yes, oh yes,” she moaned out loud. Steve picked up the pace, making Mel’s moans grow louder. Steve licked and sucked on her clit with wild abandon, and Mel bucked violently against him. As his lapping picked up the pace, Mel’s body couldn’t hold it off anymore.
“Oh god! Oh dad! I’m cumming!” She screamed, her body tensing up before breaking out in shivers.
Steve kissed her pussy a couple more times as she came down, then kicked off his shoes and pulled off his pants. He climbed on top of his daughter, and she felt his hard cock pressing up against her wetness as his eyes peered down into hers. “This is it,” Steve exhaled. “There’s no going back after this.”
“Good,” Melanie whispered back, “because I never want to go back again.” With that, she leaned up and kissed her father passionately as she snaked one hand down to guide his cock into her folds.
Steve pushed into Melanie slowly, lavishing inch after inch of her velvety pussy wrapping tightly around him. As he sank deeper inside her, Mel exhaled, gasping out “yes dad, oh yes” as he finally bottomed out inside of her. The new lovers stayed in this position for a moment as their eyes locked on one another.
Without breaking eye contact, Melanie’s father slid back out until his cock was just barely inside her. He pushed back in again, then withdrew, starting slowly at first but quickly picking up his pace. In a few moments time, Steve was bucking into Mel with total abandon. Mel’s legs wrapped around her daddy’s back and she screamed out in ecstasy as he pummeled her pussy.
Before long, Steve felt his own orgasm building. “Sweetie, oh, I gotta pull out, I’m about to cum”. Melanie’s legs didn’t let her father go. Instead, she tightened her grip.
“Cum in me daddy. I, ugh, yeah, I want it.”
Crossing the point of no return, Steve buried his cock inside his daughter’s tight pussy, and with a loud groan he started spewing his second load of the night, this time directly into Melanie’s snatch. “Oh Mellie. Of yes, fuck yes,” he moaned as he shot spurt after spurt deep inside of her.
Coming down from his orgasm, Steve leaned in and kissed his daughter hungrily once more. As their kiss softened and then ceased, Melanie’s eyes twinkled. “Well, did you like our date night, daddy?”
“Like it? I loved it!” he chuckled, giving her another quick kiss before continuing. “But maybe it doesn’t have to be over quite yet.”
“Oh?” Mel asked with a smile in her voice. “What did you have in mind?”
At 11:15pm Mel’s mom found herself answering the phone.
“Oh, hi mom!” Mel chirped “ How are you?”
“Good, I guess,” her mom replied cheerily. How’s the date going? I thought you might be home by now.”
“Oh, mom, it’s been so awesome! I can’t wait to tell you about it. Look, hey, that’s why I was calling. Dad and I are really going at it, and I think we’ll stay out late. You should probably just, oh, hmm, go ahead and lock up. Dad said he’ll get us a hotel room. We’ll probably, mmmh, probably stay up all night talking.”
“That’s fine dear,” her mother replied. “Are you sure everything is okay?”
“It’s great mom! We’re just having a blast. Look, I’ll talk to you more, oh, more tomorrow, okay?”
“Sounds good Mellie. Just remember what I said earlier. Don’t go stealing your dad away now!” Mel’s mom laughed at her own joke, and didn’t realize for a moment that the phone had already disconnected.
In their hotel room, Melanie tossed her phone on the bed next to them as she slowly rode her dad’s cock. “You should have told her it was too late,” Steve quipped as Melanie started bouncing on her dad’s cock faster. He reached up and grabbed his daughter’s tits, making her groan in pleasure. As she rode her father to another orgasm, Mel found herself smiling. This truly had been the best Father’s Day ever.
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