Love & Letters

Unintentional Lolita Ch. 03

The next morning, I was up and out of the house while Billie and Kelly were still getting ready.

No one said anything about what had happened the night before, but I couldn't push any of it out of my mind, and I found myself daydreaming about it off and on throughout the day. I had a few undisturbed moments to myself at lunch, and I was consumed with wondering what was going through my wife's mind, as well as what was going through my youngest daughter's.

Later, after talking to both of them, I'd learn they'd been just as pre-occupied.

They were both quieter than normal as they went through their morning routine, and when Kelly left for school, their goodbye was cordial and warm but strained.

Billie kept losing herself in thought throughout the day, continuing to mull what had taken place between her husband and youngest daughter.

Martin loved both of their girls; of that she was more than certain; he was and always had been a wonderful father. And he loved her, too, didn't he? Of course he did. And he'd told her about the two of them kissing. He'd not tried to conceal it even for a minute.

She wondered, though, had he and Jessica ever shared a moment like that?

Surely not, she thought, chastising herself, or he'd have certainly mentioned it to her.

Both of their daughters were beautiful. She knew, Martin knew it, and while Martin was a good-looking man, goodness only knew how often she'd been told the girls clearly got their beauty from her.

Billie resolved to herself that she would not fight with her daughter about what had happened. After all, it was silly, wasn't it, to even entertain the idea that she might be in competition with Kelly for Martin's affections?

They'd kissed, yes, and if Martin had given her accurate indication, it had been passionate, alright, but Martin had come to her bed. He'd made love to her.

She sighed. That wasn't entirely accurate, she thought to herself. They'd had sex, but she couldn't exactly call it lovemaking. They'd both been almost urgent in their desire; Martin's cock had been as hard as she remembered it ever being, if not a little harder, and she found herself wondering if he'd been thinking about Kelly while he was fucking her from behind.

Across town, Kelly wandered from class to class in her own daze, her mind racing a thousand different directions as she relived the time she'd spent alone with her father the night before.

She couldn't quite articulate what she was thinking, beyond telling herself that she really hadn't meant for things to go as far as they had. She told herself she never would've asked her dad to kiss her like he did if she'd known the way it would make her feel, and at the same time, she longed for him to kiss her like that again. It wasn't so much the forbidden fruit of the deep kiss with her father as it was the tingling that ran through her body, making her nipples hard, making her pussy wet.

After they'd arrived back home, Kelly had gone straight to her bedroom to change clothes. Her panties had been soaked, and she'd been more sensitive than she could ever remember.

When she'd gone to tell her parents goodnight, at first she'd thought they were fighting. But then, she'd realized they were having sex.

Had her father told her mother about the two of them kissing? Had their kiss affected her father in a fashion similar to how it had affected her?

That had all been racing through her mind when he'd walked into the living room wearing nothing but boxers, his cock no longer hard, but a nonetheless easy to see bulge beneath the cloth of his shorts. And she'd been sitting there, nightgown bunched up around her hips, fingers gently playing with the swollen folds of her pussy.