To all my readers: This will be the only supplement of this story due to the outraged emails I have received. Geez people, it was only fiction! If you had truly read it, then you would have known it wasn't rape; she was a willing participant.
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Amy sat on her bed rubbing her clit and fantasying about her Daddy. He hadn't touched her since their time in the shed. He had promised to teach her and she longed to be taught. She could still feel when he had pressed his body against hers and the hot wetness that had started between her legs; remembered leaning back and rubbing against his hard cock while he played with her breasts and nipples.
She wanted to feel his body pressed against hers now; she wanted to be fucked again. Amy dipped her fingers into her dripping pussy and fucked herself hard only to withdraw them again to rub her clit some more. Her other hand worked in rhythm pinching and pulling at her nipples. She was almost there when she was startled by the bang of the front door.
"Amy I'm home," yelled her Mom and she heard her footsteps climbing the stairs.
Amy quickly wrapped a towel around her body and made her way into the bathroom. "Just getting ready to shower Mom; long day at school today. I'll be down in a few."
"Okay. I'll just go start dinner," her Mom replied and Amy could hear her footsteps descend the stairs.
Amy stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade over her body. She closed her eyes remembering pictures of the nude women; thinking how much even their bodies had made her wet with desire.
She closed her eyes and wondered how their pussies would taste as she inserted her fingers again. This time she removed them and brought them to her own mouth to suck; decided she liked the taste of her own juices. Amy finally succeeded in bringing about an orgasm, but not a satisfying one.
Amy opened her eyes and spotted her razor in the caddy. The women in the magazines were mostly clean shaven and decided that she would be too. She gave a small laugh, 'Boy, won't Daddy be surprised!' she thought. 'I want him to touch and lick my pussy again.' She finished her shower and returned to her bedroom; got dressed and looked out the window. She saw storm clouds gathering in the distance and wondered if it would be rain or snow.
She heard the phone ring downstairs and her Mom yelled that she'd get it. Amy wasn't worried that it was for her; she didn't make any new friends in this school at all. Only a few more months and she'd be done with school; 'then what?' Amy questioned herself. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life. She decided to finish her homework instead of thinking that far ahead.
When Amy completed her homework, she stretched and proceeded downstairs. She wondered into the kitchen, "Anything I can do to help Mom?" she asked. Her Mom just shook her head 'no' and kept her back to Amy. This was not like the way her Mom behaved; then she noticed how her shoulders were somewhat slumped forward. She walked up to her Mom and noticed that her hands were shaking, "Mom what's wrong?" she asked.
Her Mom looked at her and Amy could tell that she had been crying, "Mom?" she said as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders; letting her Mom cry onto her shoulder. In between her sobs, Amy found out that her Uncle Tim had been killed; that was her sister's husband. Deb had been the phone call asking for her Mom to come be with her.
"Be with her?" asked Amy, "you mean for awhile till she's better."
"No Amy. I guess you should know now that your Dad and I were going to file for a divorce. We were staying together for your sake until you finished high school. You're 18 so you should understand that we just don't love each other anymore. I'd like you to move to Aunt Debbie's with me," said her Mom.
Amy stood up and contemplated what her Mom had said. "No Mom. I'm going to finish school here. If I transfer now, I'll have to go longer there. Let's go get a bag packed for you and then we'll send what else you need later. Aunt Deb needs you right now. I'll go online and get you on a flight this evening. Don't worry about dinner; I'll leave Daddy a note," and she escorted her Mom to her bedroom and pulled a suitcase out of the closet. "You pack. I'll be back shortly."
Her Mom went to the dresser and started packing things into the suitcase. Amy went to her room trying to contain her smile; she had no intention of leaving her Daddy. She used her Mom's credit card and booked a flight that evening and arranged for a rental car at the other end. When all was set, she drove her Mom to the airport and saw her off. She couldn't help but smile on her drive back to the farm.
The rain poured down before Amy got back; her Dad's car was already there. She made a dash for the house and got drenched in the process. She was shivering by the time she opened the door. Her Daddy was in the living room sitting on the couch looking into a fire in the fireplace. "Sweetie; you need to get out of those wet things," he said. He came over and wrapped his arms around her; she snuggled into his chest. "I got your note," he said and bent down to kiss her lightly on the mouth.
Amy felt her body warm to his touch; his kiss. He guided her over to the fire, "Strip out of those clothes and I'll get you a blanket." He went over to the cedar chest under the window. She peeled her clothing off into a wet pile on the floor and he wrapped the blanket around her drawing her onto his body; rubbing her arms and back. "Come on Sweetie, sit down here in front of the fire," and they both sat down wrapped in each others arms.
