Onward to Rome
Rick Flynn was starting to wake up. The sun was coming through the windows of their Parisian suite. They each had their own rooms, but sometime in the middle of the night, his daughter Madison had crawled into his bed. He'd allowed her quite a bit of wine the night before and he wouldn't be surprised if she had a hangover today. He couldn't blame her. She'd just lost her mother, and he'd just lost the love of his life. They'd traveled to Europe to honor his departed wife's last request communicated via handwritten letters she'd authored from her hospital bed in the days before she passed away. Maddie was snuggled up to him now, fast asleep, snoring as usual. She had a cheek on his chest and ...was that? He was still sleepy but could she be..?
"Dear God." he thought. He'd tried and tried to dissuade both himself and Maddie from succumbing to their lustful instincts. His were rooted in the in the uncanny resemblance his daughter bared to his recently departed wife Carol. Hers were based on something, but he had no idea what. Rick was paralyzed with fear, as the fog cleared his brain and he realized his 19 year old daughter was naked, in his bed, and she held is cock in her fist. Why would a young girl with so much of life left to live prefer the company of any 40+ year old man not to mention her father? Shouldn't she be with some young 22 year old stud surfer or something?
She was his daughter for Christ sake! This couldn't happen! The thoughts entered his brain quickly and left just as fast. Every time she stirred her hand moved a small amount. It was essentially the slowest handjob ever. Regardless, Rick felt wonderful and shameful at the same time.
As he lay there he began to rationalize things.
"First of all we're stupid rich now, and rich people do what they want right?" Second, no one here knows who we are, except those Carol had prepped in advance. Knowing Carol, these people would have been very judiciously chosen specifically for their tolerance of "alternative" lifestyles.
Third, and he'd thought about this a lot in the last few days, nothing involving Carol Flynn happened by accident. One thing was for sure, whatever she lacked in spontaneity, she made up for in effort and attention to detail . If he was right, and he was certain he was, Carol wanted this. If she were able to speak from the grave, she'd encourage him to trust his instincts. She'd probably tell him to lighten up and stop being so stuck up. She'd remind him that next to herself, he'd find no finer woman to live out his life with than their daughter Madison. Lastly, there was no doubt in Rick Flynn's mind that if all this was part of Carol's plan, that plan included exerting similar influences on Maddie along the way to make sure it ended the way she wanted it to.
Rick felt himself dozing back off. Just then, Madison let go of his cock and rolled over. He felt her the bare cheeks of her ass "scootching" back until they found the spot they were looking for, nestled perfectly around Rick's hard cock.
He knew he could be inside her in a second if he wanted to, and he was pretty sure she wouldn't resist. He saw Maddie's hand reach toward the nightstand. The rest of her body motionless as if she were still asleep. She opened the drawer and retrieved an envelope. On it was a large handwritten letter C with curly ques on each end. It was his Carol's trademark.
Maddie passed the envelope over her shoulder and said sleepily, "Here Daddy, from Mommy...again...Can I please sleep a little longer Daddy? When we wake up I want pancakes ok Daddy?"
Rick started to answer but realized it was unnecessary. Maddie was asleep again. His cock pulsed involuntarily. He opened the envelope. The words were unmistakably Carol's, While she could play the sophisticate with the best of them, she could also get to brass tacks with efficiency when the situation called for it.
"My darling Rick, if my plans have succeeded you are naked in bed with our daughter. She's in love with you honey I assure you. This isn't the love of a daughter for her father, but the love (and lust) a woman has for her lover. She's not like other girls darling. She won't survive out in the world. Once word gets out about the money you both have (and trust me it will), every sexy good looking 25 year old con-artist will be trying to get up her skirt for all the wrong reasons. You're the only man she can ever trust.
I know you. You're not a monk. There's no way you could have seen her in that dress without imagining ripping it off of her. The lingerie was a nice touch didn't you think? Just imagine how tight that pussy is Rick. Please don't let our daughter live another day on this earth without knowing the glorious feeling of having your wonderful cock inside her.
I know that until now you have likely resisted out of honor, duty, propriety, and more. I'm telling you as your lifelong lover, please fuck our daughter right now. Plunge that wonderful cock of yours into our daughter and shoot your seed deep into her womb. Take her. Claim her. Make babies with her and yes, marry her. This my dear husband is my true last dying wish.
Yours eternally,
Carol"
Rick wiped a tear from his eyes. He couldn't remember a single time in his life when he had both a raging hard on and a desire to cry at the same time. As if a sign from God, or possibly Carol, Maddie involuntarily wiggled her little ass against his cock. On contact he could tell she was wet already. His defenses lowered by Carol's letter, Rick knew he couldn't resist her any longer. Rick Flynn decided right then and there that only 2 people in the world mattered to him and they both wanted him to not just fuck his daughter, but make her his lover. Rick took one last moment, to essentially ask himself, "You sure buddy?"
The answer was obvious and at this point out of his control. Rick Flynn reached down, grasped his cock, and lined it up with his daughter's pussy. He whispered softly in Madison's ear.
"Princess are you awake?
She replied in a mumbled sleepy tone, "I'm awake...Sexy Daddy!" A grin spread across her face. Rick smiled slyly as well.
"You coy little slut."
He placed his mouth close to her ear and spoke to her in a deep guttural growling voice of a man in charge.
"You finally get what you want princess, let's just hope you really want it. Otherwise I'm going to hell."
And with that, he thrust his 46 year old cock into his own daughter.
As Rick's cock impaled her, she gasped like a swimmer who'd surfaced just in time to avoid drowning. Her eyes shot wide open. The thickness of her father's cock inside her brought her into full consciousness, and momentary disbelief. Was this a dream? No it couldn't be? Her mother had told her this might happen, and if it did she could expect to have a more fulfilling relationship with her father as her mate that any other man alive or dead. She realized the previous night that even before her mother suggested in in her letters, she had fallen in love with her Daddy. She'd always wanted him. She'd just never been able to put those feelings into words until recently.
Rick held still to allow Madison's cunt to adjust to his girth. He reached around and found her clit with his fingers. Madison let out a deep guttural grown, animalistic.
"Oh fuuuuck!"
Rick held still a moment longer.
Madison looked back at him and smiled.
"Mommy's last letter told me this might happen, and to tell you if I wanted it or not."
"Do you baby?"
The words of the fortune teller came back to her
"Always remember we do not choose who we love my dear... When he needs you most, you must not hesitate."
Her desire was wanton and uncontrollable now.
Carol's last letter to Maddie had included a blow by blow accounting of their New Orleans experience.
"If you should decide to go through with my suggestions and make your father your lover, you need only utter this one phrase and the man will not be able to resist."
Through the clenched jaw of a woman filled with a lustful hunger, she said, "Fuck me Daddy, I'm your whore. Cum in my pussy." The last time Rick had heard those words he was balls deep in Carol. Again, not a coincidence.
Goddamn it that woman was good.
Rick rocked his hips slightly back and forth. He wanted them both to savor this moment.
He continued working her clit, she was in a trance. She moaned, alternately flexing her stomach and thigh muscles until she exploded in orgasmic bliss. He could feel her juices escaping her hole and drenching his cock and balls.
As she recovered, she looked back at him as if to say, "I'm ready now Daddy."
A switch had been flipped in Rick's mind. His animalistic and dominant side came out naturally at times like this.
He spoke in her ear with a low growling tone.
"So you want to be fucked by your Daddy eh? What a whore."
"Yes Daddy your whore. Only yours." she whimpered.
"Whose cunt is this?"
