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Daughter Lends a Helping Hand 2 (fiction)

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This is the continuing saga of a fantasy about a mature daughter and her elderly father.

When Polly got home after helping her dad with his bathing, she had to pour herself another drink before taking in what had just happened. It had been a year since her divorce and about that long since she had touched another man's penis. Now, at the age of 52, she had just given her dad, 75 years-old and suffering the after-effects of a stroke, a handjob in the bath. Her hand shook a little as she gulped down a large glass of wine, her mind playing over what had just happened. What made her shiver were a mix of emotions laced with taboo, guilt and sexual excitement. She had always felt close to her dad, being his only daughter. They had been close and grown even closer after mom had died. But this crossed a line and she didn't know what might happen next. Her mind told herself it had been a one time experience, not to happen again. But she knew she was going to bathe him again in a couple days' time. What if he got another erection? Would she say, "no, sorry dad, not this time." Could she say no? She felt another shiver through her body as she let her mind continued to focus on what had just happened. The sensation of his warm, hard erection in her wet hand, the luscious feeling of his smooth skin, the throbbing sensation when he ejaculated, the pulsing of his glans. Before Polly knew it, she had kicked off her pants and panties and began to rub herself, giving in to the pent-up physical need she had been holding back since earlier this evening. As her pussy became wet, she slid two fingers in, thrusting back and forth. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," she muttered under her breath as her mind and body gave into the seething, incestuous desires that lay below the surface of her conscience. Quickly, Polly felt herself on a plateau and then suddenly her body shook, her legs shot out straight as the spasms deepened. She grunted loudly, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuckkkk Meeeee!" and then slid down on her couch, muttering to herself, "Oh god, I need to talk to my therapist!" Two days later, Polly showed up at her dad's house, full of nervous excitement. Against her better judgment, she dressed a little more provocatively, wearing a close-fitting blouse that showed a fair amount of cleavage even when fully buttoned. Jim greeted his daughter at the front door with a tight hug. His face was flush and Polly was certain she felt his bulge when he pressed himself against her in their warm embrace. Father and daughter chatted a little, with Polly asking questions about how things were going, but more importantly how he was feeling. She noticed that his hands had a tremor she hadn't noticed before. Were the effects of the stroke coming back from lack of physical therapy, or was he excited to see her too? In fact, Jim was having some physical problems with his hands this time. He told Polly he couldn't grip the water faucet in the bathtub, so she began the bath for him. Turning to go, Polly was almost out the door, when her dad stopped her. "Polly, I'm sorry. I can't undzip my pants....my hands....I've got a bad tremor today. I don't know why." Polly felt her mouth go dry. Her heart skipped a beat, but she acted as if the situation was as normal as possible. "No problem, dad. Let me help you." She reached down and unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his zipper. Polly could feel her dad's eyes on her, on her breasts and the milky white cleavage exposed by the tight blouse she wore. She pulled down his pants and then knelt down and had him hold on to her as she helped him step out of the pant legs. Then she reached up and pulled down his underpants. She could see the bulge, so she knew was coming. Still, she breathed deeply at the sight of her dad's large cock, now half-erect, its circumcised head just inches from her face. Polly felt butterflies in her stomach as a sudden urge to suck her father's penis took hold of her. She continued to make small talk with her dad as she stood up and helped him take off his shirt. By the time he was completely naked, the tub was full. But Polly had forgotten that her dad had a walk-in tub. She couldn't open the door with the tub full of water. For a moment, the two of them stood there, not knowing what to do. Then Jim, unable to hold back his growing need, embraced his daughter, pressing his naked body against hers. "Oh Polly, you were so kind to me last time....perhaps we could...." His voice trailed off. Polly's last remaining ounce of resistance quickly melted. "I love you, dad..." She gently helped her dad to his knees on the floor bath mat and took his penis in her hands, gently rubbing it, cupping his balls. "This is what you want, right?" Jim nodded. His eyes were fixed on his daughter, her face, her body. His eyes moved from her hands to her cleavage, and he felt his heart beat faster as he gazed at her breasts taut against the fabric of her blouse. He reached out and tried to unbutton the top button of her blouse, but his hands, trembling, could not do it. Polly looked at her dad and smiled. "Here, let me do that," she said. she unbuttoned the top two buttons and suddenly her large, luscious breasts tumbled out. Polly had purposely not worn a bra. Jim moaned as he saw his daughter's tits for the very first time. "Oh Princess...just like your mother," he sighed. Polly, kneeling in front of her dad, leaned in and pressed her breasts against his cock so that it nestled between them. She held a breast in each hand and gently wrapped them around his penis while rubbing up and down. She felt herself go wet from the sensation and began to breath heavily. Jim could only manage to groan. His hands held Polly by her shoulders to keep his balance. It didn't take long. For Jim, the sensation, the new-found intimacy with his daughter proved too much, he groaned loudly and soon began spurting semen on to her daughter's neck, chest and breasts, creating a warm, oozing necklace of cum. Polly was struck by how much his father ejaculated and the force and intensity of it all. Again, she assumed his stroke would have depleted his strength. But it was as if the opposite had happened. Masturbating his penis between her breasts had seemed to enliven him. As the spurts of ejaculation subsided, Jim pulled his daughter towards his body, and they hugged tightly while kneeling on the floor. "Oh Princess, you are so good to me..." said Jim. Polly pulled herself together and joked that they had some cleaning up to do. It was then that she suggested they shower together. She helped her dad to his feet and had him sit on the toilet while she took off her clothes and put a small stool in the shower stall and had her dad sit on it. Then, she got into the shower with him and turned on the water. Polly began by first washing her dad. He sat quietly on the stool, his penis now flaccid. "The last time we bathed together, you were a little girl," said Jim. "Now look at you!" "Yeah, a lot bigger and fatter," Polly responded with a laugh. "You look beautiful, Princess," sighed Jim. Polly smiled and finished up washing her father. Now she began to wash herself. For a moment she turned her back to her father to get some shampoo and suddenly felt his hand on her rear. Polly froze. She wasn't expecting this. Her heartbeat surged, beating rapidly as her father ran his hand over her cheeks and then slid a hand between her legs, first caressing her thighs before moving them up. At first his fingers just brushed her labia, but then he pushed and a finger slid in. Polly's knees started to buckle. She couldn't help herself and let out a moan. Polly was so wet, her dad had no problem fingering her pussy. She leaned against the tiles and didn't move, just feeling her father touch her, feeling the warm shower water spray on her back. And then she felt her father's other hand caress her ass cheek again. But this time, his hand slid into the crack, brushing her anus. He brought his hand back up and then expressly rubbed his finger on her rosebud. "Your mom always liked it when I touched her back here," said Jim. "She really enjoyed anal stimulation. I wonder if my daughter is like her mother...." Her dad pressed his soapy wet finger firmly against her hole and then pushed it in. Not too hard, not too deep. He knew what he was doing. Polly gasped. She opened her legs a bit more and pressed her body against the wall of the shower stall, her body feeling the electricity from her dad's deft stroking of her pussy and clit with one hand, while nudging the finger on his other hand in and out of her anus. Polly could feel herself losing control as the stimulation of her dad's masturbating grew more intense. Suddenly her father slid another finger into her ass and that did it. Polly cried out and felt her leg muscles shake as the orgasm broke free and erupted, sending electric shock waves through her body. "Oh god! Yes, Fuck me, daddy! fuck me," she cried. Her father vigorously moved the fingers on both hands back and forth, thrusting deep into her holes. Finally, Jim withdrew his fingers and Polly slowly turned around. Her dad had a big smile on his face. To her surprise, his penis was stiff again. Polly reached down and began rubbing it, sliding his cock head quickly through her fist. Jim leaned back against the wall and and breathed deeply, watching his naked daughter pump his cock with her hand. There was a frenzy to her movements. It didn't take long. This time, Jim's cum just oozed out his cockhead. He felt dizzy. A half an hour later, Polly tucked her exhausted father into bed. Polly was wearing one of her mother's bathrobes. She sat on the edge of the bed, pondering where all this was going. She listened to her elderly father's gentle breathing as he fell fast asleep. Suddenly Polly felt overwhelmed by fatigue. Her plan to get dressed, tidy up and head home, crumbled as the desire to just sleep hit her hard. She took off the robe and slipped her naked body into bed next to her dad's. It seemed like the right thing to do.

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