Take Your Daughter To Work Day - Version Alpha

by Lubrican

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Chapter Four

Carly was waiting for Tom when he came out of the bathroom, where he had washed his face.

"Can I talk to you now?" she asked.

He stood and looked at her.

"Yeah ... I guess so."

"Where?"

"Not in front of your mother."

"I agree." She looked toward the kitchen. "At least for now."

"I don't know if I can do this, Carly," he said.

"Sure you can," she responded. "If I can, you can."

"And you really can?"

She folded her arms under her teenaged breasts. Not on purpose, but it framed her breasts anyway.

"Believe me, Daddy, after what happened today ... I can do anything."

His bark of laughter was built of many things. It was part panic, part admiration, and part understanding. He had done unbelievable things in the past, and afterwards had known what it felt like to have supreme faith in one's own ability to deal with difficult situations. Being reminded of that now took the panic away. He hadn't forced her. She had done what she did voluntarily. He didn't know, yet, how to feel about that. But he could talk about it.

"Sit on the porch swing?" he asked.

"Perfect," she said.

The house they were currently living in was eighty years old. It was owned by a woman who had inherited it from her parents, but lived in a newer place. So she just rented it out, mostly to soldiers. She gave them a break on the rent, especially if they helped keep the place up. Tom had those skills, and liked the atmosphere of the old house. It had a covered porch too, a big one, with a porch swing hanging from the ceiling. Those were few and far between these days.

Once they settled on the swing, Tom gave it a kick and started them moving.

"You start," he said.

"Can I ask a question first?"

"Sure."

"Mom says she thinks you've had thoughts about me lately ... sexy thoughts. Is that true?"

He contemplated that for a few seconds.

"The most important thing in all of this to me is that you are comfortable, and not scared, and don't want to find a new father," he said.

"You didn't answer the question, Daddy," she responded.

"I just want to make sure that the answer doesn't scare you," he said.

"I'm not scared of you. I couldn't be scared of you. I didn't do what I did today because you told me to do it."

"Then yes. When you hit puberty, you lost the ganglyness and got curvy and pretty and it was impossible not to notice that," he said.

"Did you want to do things?"

"To you?"

She nodded.

"Not really. It wasn't like that. It was more that I thought it would be nice if I was a fourteen year old kid who lived next door, and could come over and be around you like that."

"Really? You wanted to be my boyfriend?"

"Something like that. But you have to understand that I'm not supposed to feel like that, so I tried not to think about it."

"Yeah," said Carly. "I knew today that I was doing wrong things. But I didn't care. It was too ... I don't' know ... interesting? Exciting?"

"I couldn't believe you ... " He blushed. "... you know," he finally finished.

"Jerked you off?" she asked...

He laughed that barking, hysterical laugh again.

"That wasn't what I was thinking about. And now that I do, it doesn't seem so bad ... compared to the ..."

"Blow job?" she finished for him.

"Where did you come from?" he asked in awe. "Where did my baby girl go?"

"I guess I grew up," she said. "Kind of. I don't feel grown up. But Mom says I did grown up things."

"We pretty much have to agree about that," he sighed.

"Do you really think Mommy would let us do it again?"

"What?" He looked shocked. "We can't do that again!"

"Oh," she said. Anybody could have heard the dejection in her voice.

"Wait!" he said. "Are you saying you want to do it again?"

This telling the truth thing was very liberating when done under the right circumstances, and with the right people. Carly went for it.

"Well yeah, actually. It was fun, except it happened so fast it's hard to remember. I would like to try it again. Maybe slower?"

"Oh man!" he moaned. "Oh man, oh man, oh man!"

"Does that mean you want to do it again too, Daddy?" She looked at him with her dark eyes. They watched his eyes drop to her crop top again, and then bounce back up to her face. She pulled a page from her mother's book. "Tell the truth ... please?"

His foot dragged, and the swing stopped.

"Do you really want to do that again? I mean really, for true, for sure?"

"If you do ... yes," she said. "And if Mom says it's okay," she added.

"Wow," he sighed. He blinked. "Do you think she would?!"

"Say okay?"

"Yes." He seemed to hold his breath.

"Remember? She said she'd support us no matter what we decided."

"That's just insane!" he blurted.

She put her hand on his thigh and he froze. He looked down at it, and then, when she didn't move it, at her face.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

He swallowed. Then he swallowed again. He still couldn't speak.

So he nodded yes.

The biscuits and gravy were ready. She had covered the biscuits with a towel and the gravy was turned to warm, with the lid on the pan. She couldn't just call them to supper. She had to wait until they were finished talking. She thought about eating, but then decided she wasn't hungry. Finally, she had time to process this herself. She'd been putting that off, but maybe now was the time.

She sat and thought back to her youth, and her times with Uncle Bob. There wasn't a sad memory there. Not once had she felt like what they did was wrong, no matter what others might say. Her love for him was real, and what he ended up giving her was much more than his sperm. She was even aware that it might have started out as something less honorable - for him - but what they ended up with was precious and sweet.

She knew that was rare for any woman to find, much less twice in her life. And she knew Tom loved her to the depths of his soul. It was easy for her to understand how he could love both her and their daughter, because she loved both him and her daughter. Both of them owned her heart. It was illogical, but true. She gave all her love to him, only to find more love left to give her daughter. And she knew he could do the exact same thing.

Then there was how she felt about Uncle Bob. How she still felt about Uncle Bob. She appreciated that he had taken that hands-off position when she married Tom. It would have been complicated to try to juggle both men. And it let her give all her attention to Tom. But that didn't mean the love she felt for her first lover faded away. Even now, when she got a hug from him, and he whispered in her ear how luscious she looked, Uncle Bob got her going, just like in the old days.

So it was actually almost easy for her to justify letting her daughter have the same positive experiences that she'd had as a girl.

But Tom wasn't Uncle Bob. Could he handle it?

It had just occurred to her that she might be able to help them, when Carly came back into the kitchen.

The look on her face was of expectation ... rather than dread.

Beth had forced herself to sit and listen, as Carly described what had been said on the porch. Tom was still out there. He said he was thinking. The urge to ask questions and give advice had been pushing at Beth, but she fought that down and only listened. She could only offer help if it was asked for. That was her own decision.

"It sounds like the two of you came to an agreement, then," she finally said.

"Yes ... but what do I do now?" asked Carly.

"What do you want to do?" Beth wanted to jump up and issue orders, but she didn't.

"I think I want to do the same thing we did there ... except that this time he'd know it was me ... and would talk to me instead of ..." She trailed off.

"Instead of me," said her mother.

"Yes. But won't that hurt your feelings?"

"It's complicated," admitted Beth. "All I can tell you is that I want the best for both you and your father. And me too, of course. And I honestly think this can work so that we are all happy with how things turn out. How would you feel if I was there to, shall we say, give you advice?"

"That would be weird," said Carly.

Beth frowned.

"But also interesting," Carly added. "I wonder what Daddy would think of that?"

"Shall we go ask him?" Again, Beth held her breath. This was a pivotal point. If they went together, it set a whole different tone than if she was left out of their plans. She could live with being left out, but she felt like things would go much better if she wasn't.

"Yes!" said Carly, excited now.

It warmed Beth's heart that Carly reached for her hand, and Carly was reassured when her mother squeezed it and held on as they went out onto the porch. Tom was swinging. He stared at the two of them, and held up a finger to prevent either of them from speaking.

"Can I say something here?" he asked.

"Of course," said Beth.

"I have always thought of you as my two girls. Ever since we became three, you have been my girls. But what we're talking about now is a whole different kind of way of seeing you as ... my girls. And this can never be undone, once we do it."

Carly looked at her mother, who looked back and squeezed her hand one more time. Carly looked at her father.

"We know that, Daddy."

It was quiet for a while. finally he spoke again.

"You came to tell me something?"

Beth spoke. "She'd like to give you another massage. I told her she could use my portable table. We thought it might be helpful if I ... supervised ... since she doesn't have a lot of experience yet."

He stopped swinging.

"Really." It was a comment, rather than a question.

"Would that make you uncomfortable?" asked his wife.

"Would it make me uncomfortable for my wife to be present while my daughter gives me a massage ... an uh ... adult massage?"

"And for your wife to supervise and assist, if necessary," said Beth.

He thought about that.

"Actually ... I think I'd feel a lot better about things if my wife was there."

"I was hoping you'd say that," said Beth.

"Me too," said Carly.

They ate supper first. There was no discussion at the table, and to be truthful, the atmosphere was strained. Then Beth set up her portable massage table in the room they called the den. It was originally built as a bedroom, but there were four bedrooms upstairs, so they used all the main level space for other things. The den contained the computer and the flat screen TV, as well as a couch and recliner. The window was covered with a thick curtain, more so that light didn't bounce off the TV screen than for privacy. Now, though, it served that purpose too.

"Okay, honey," said Beth. "Strip down and lie down on the table."

"Just strip?" he said, looking uncomfortable. Carly was watching him with interest.

"She's going to massage you naked, Tom," said Beth, her voice wry.

"Oh, yeah, I guess that's true," he said. He started taking off his uniform. He was limp as a noodle when he dropped his drawers on top of the pile of clothing on the couch.

"I thought it would be ... um ..." Carly's voice tapered off.

"Hard?" Her mother pointed at the table and arranged Tom on his stomach as he climbed onto the sheet.

"Well, yeah, I guess."

"Don't worry. He will be."

"I'm right here," he said, his voice muffled by his face in the sheet that covered the hole for his head to go in. Beth lifted his head with her fingers on his forehead and punched the sheet down into the hole. Then she let his head fall.

"And why is he on his front?" asked Carly.

"Don't be in a hurry," said Beth. "What you're entering into is a kind of game. It can be a lot of fun, or a pain in the butt. We want this to be fun for everybody."

"Even you?" Carly stared at her mother, curiously.

"Well, no. I'm just here to give you advice."

"Couldn't you have fun too?"

"This is strange enough as it is, dear," said Beth. "Let's not make it any weirder right now. Since he's ready for a massage, let's give him one. Then when he turns over you can have your fun."

"Okay!" Carly's voice was chipper.

She went to work on his neck and shoulders first. She got some groans out of him, but she was too light and his muscles were too dense for her to be able to get deeply into them while she stood beside the table. Her mother was able to do better, and finally suggested Carly climb on top of him, so she could lean forward and use her body weight to better advantage.

"You wouldn't do this with a client at the parlor," she said, helping the girl up. "But in this situation it's perfect."

It was, too, at least according to Tom, who made it quite clear she was doing a great job. She scooted down, little by little, not realizing she was sitting on his naked buns until she scooted one more time and they appeared in front of her.

Her touch there was tentative, until her mother stepped in and told her where to dig in, and how to move the tissue around. He liked that too.

Then she had to get back down to do his thighs and calves. She leaned over, peering between his legs, and could see a bit of his ball sack in the dark crevice.

"You'll get to see that in a few minutes," scolded her mother. "Finish his legs so you can turn him over."

That moment came, and Carly said "Turn over now, Daddy."

He lifted his head and looked at them.

"Are you sure about this? Really sure?"

"Turn over, Daddy!" said his daughter.

When he did, he groaned, and Carly sighed. Beth managed to stay quiet.

It was quite obvious that Tom was fully aroused by what his daughter was doing to him.

"For this kind of massage, there are several areas you want to pay attention to," said Beth. "The first is his lips."

"His lips? I'm supposed to massage his lips?" Carly looked skeptical.

"With your lips, Darling."

"Oh ... you mean kiss him."

"Not the kind of kisses you're used to giving him," said Beth.

"Naughty kisses," said Carly.

"Exactly." She winked. "And while you do it, let your fingertips drift over his chest."

Carly went to his head. His eyes were closed.

"I'm supposed to kiss you, Daddy," she said.

"I know."

"So are you going to let me?"

He opened his eyes. "I don't know if I can, honey."

Carly looked at her mother. Beth said "Let's give the atmosphere a little help. Take your top off."

Carly stared at her. "My top. My shirt?"

"You need to be topless for this part," said her mother. "Like this." Beth lifted her scrub top over her head and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. Her heavy breasts swung free. She gripped them and massaged them. "That feels so much better. I hate bras."

"Me too," agreed Carly as she almost ripped her crop top, pulling it over her head.

Tom's head was up now, and his eyes were bouncing from his wife to his daughter. As Carly dropped her bra, her naked breasts were exposed to him for the first time since they'd been merely bumps with nipples on them. It was clear she was going to be big, like Beth.

"Look at her nipples, Tom," said Beth, quietly. "They're hard as a rock. You're doing that to her, Baby."

"Oh man," groaned Tom.

"Kiss him now, Carly," said Beth.

Carly went to his head and lowered her face. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. All she knew about kissing was what she'd seen in the movies, so she opened her mouth as her lips touched his. Thirty seconds later his fingers were on the sides of her face and she knew a thousand percent more about kissing than she had before. He finally let her go and she pulled back, panting for breath.

"Wow," she said.

"Oh man," he groaned, sounding somewhat pitiful.

"Rub his face with your breasts, Darling," said Beth, who was squeezing her own turgid nipples.

Carly didn't think twice. She leaned over and pressed her right breast to his face. When his lips captured her nipple, she wasn't prepared for it. Nor was she prepared when he sucked, and jolts of what felt like hot zings shot through her body.

"Ahhhhhhh," she groaned. "Oh, Daddy!"

He nursed for half a minute, and she let him. She didn't have to be told to give him the other nipple. While he was sucking that one, Beth reached for her daughter's hand and tugged it to his erection.

That, Carly knew what to do with, even without looking. She gripped it and jacked on it.

"Mmmpf fuck!" grunted Tom into her breast flesh.

"Naughty, naughty, Daddy," scolded his daughter.

"When this is going on he'll have a potty mouth," whispered her mother from behind her. "You go play with him. I'm going to massage his mouth a little bit."

"Okay." Suddenly, the thought of both her and her mother doing something with him at the same time seemed natural, instead of kinky.

Carly moved to put her face right beside the penis in her hand.

"Oh Baby, what are we doing, Baby?" panted Tom as his wife's face hovered over his.

"We're letting our little girl experiment without being in the back seat of a car," she said, kissing him.

"I love you so much," he moaned.

She fed him a nipple and he sucked it avidly. She looked sideways and saw Carly just slowly skinning her father's foreskin up and down, watching the knob appear and disappear. As she watched, Carly leaned down and kissed the tip. Her tongue darted out to lick at a little blob of white that had just appeared from the slit. She pulled the nipple from her husband's mouth and kissed him ardently. His response eradicated any doubt she had that this had been a bad idea. He was obviously kissing her. His eyes were even open as he looked longingly into hers.

"You gonna make it?" she whispered, smiling.

"Don't know." He groaned suddenly and Beth looked to see Carly's lips halfway down his shaft, sucking as much of him as she could get in her mouth. It was obvious she liked doing what she was doing.

"Is she good?" whispered Beth, licking Tom's chin.

"Yessss," he groaned.

"Is she as good as I am?"

"Not yet," he panted.

"But she will be," she grinned.

"This is crazy," he huffed.

"I've been worried about letting her date," said Beth. "Now I don't think I'm going to worry so much. Not if she can get what she wants here, at home."

His hips bucked and he gurgled.

"You gonna cum in Carly's mouth, Baby?" She dragged a nipple across his face. The stubble from his beard caught on her sensitive skin, until he captured it in his mouth. He sucked hard and she turned her head. Carly's lips were just below the crown now, and she was sucking repeatedly, just on the head.

"He's going to squirt any second now, sweetheart," she warned.

Carly's response was simply to hum and suck harder. Beth could feel him go rigid, and then his butt tried to bounce up off the table. But Carly had anticipated that, and her hand was flat on his belly as she continued to suck. Tom lost the nipple as he whined and then grunted, a sound Beth knew well. It meant he was cumming.

She watched as her daughter's throat worked, swallowing happily.

She almost laughed as she caught herself swallowing too, in reflexive appreciation for what Carly was experiencing.

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