Four months.
A "couple of weeks" was four months. Though for Calvin, at least sexually speaking, it was only one month. Zoey liked to think she had a hand in that. Since her father had reacted so... strongly to her dressing more skimpily, she'd done some shopping for clothes he'd like.
Sure, her mother had given her permission to be with her dad, a reality that still boggled her mind if she thought about it too hard. But that didn't stop the fact that Zoey would have to compete with her mom for his attention. Even the idea of that seemed ludicrous. She wasn't sure even
she
would choose herself over her mom, so how could she expect her father to?
Which lead to her ordering some things online as she hadn't been allowed to go anywhere but school or home. She still found that ridiculous but her father insisted that it could be far worse so she took his word for it. She also made sure that the new additions to her wardrobe would keep her in his mind once he was able to fuck his wife again.
And it worked. Just like when she wore Jezebel's clothes, he clearly noticed the extra exposed skin and more importantly knew it was for his benefit. It wasn't a bad way to use her house arrest for her benefit. If she was stuck home all the time, why not give her Daddy a bit of eye candy to remind him of his options?
Zoey had even taken her mother into account. Sure, what she was doing was obvious to the blind, but what was her mother going to say? She couldn't dress sexy in the house? Zoey was another year closer to being able to legally drink and her mother knew better than to pick that battle. Unfortunately, upon ending Calvin's punishment early, Zoey quickly realized the flaw in picking that particular fight...
"Oh...
fuck
, Lucy!"
Zoey let out a groan as she heard her father's muffled moans through her bedroom door. To be fair, he always tried to be quiet, especially after his relationship with his daughter was... changed, but Zoey had to assume that her mother was just...
that
good. Zoey could have blocked it out in a variety of ways. Her door was cracked open specifically to help the sound come in and she wasn't wearing headphones or any of the countless other options open to her to cut herself off.
The main reason for this was that it was the only way she could hear her father moaning like that anymore. Besides, it was early and he would be going to work soon. And that meant her mother was probably just blowing him. This meant that his moans would be louder than hers. So as Zoey reached between her legs and toyed with her sensitive nub, she could imagine that
she
was the one making him moan like that.
She
was the one gagging on his cock.
She
would be the one swallowing his cum.
"Daddy..." Zoey moaned, as she expertly worked her pussy with her fingers. Without looking, she reached to her nightstand table and pulled out another thing she bought when grounded. A dildo that was the closest to her father's size as she could find. It was a poor substitute, but if she closed her eyes it worked. She listened to her father's moans as she worked her clit with one hand and pumped the dildo in her mouth with the other.
"I'm... I'm gonna cum, Lucy. Fuck I'm gonna cum..."
Zoey let out an irritated growl, biting down on the dildo for her father's transgressions. Not that she listened to them fucking that much before, but she was sure that her father did
not
use Lucinda's name that much. That had her mother's hands all over it. But she couldn't get too angry. She'd want him moaning her name too. Though Zoey did have to admit that once, just once she'd want him to moan her own name by mistake.
There's no way it would happen. But the fantasy of it was simply too delicious to let go. It would mean that even having a bombshell like her mother, that he was thinking about her. She'd cum so goddamn hard from that. And just like always, that train of thought very quickly brought her over the edge. She came before Calvin did. He was very close behind her though, so that did lead up to a very satisfying round of aftershocks.
Quickly dashing up afterwards, Zoey jumped in the shower. While it wasn't entirely unneeded with the sweat she'd worked up, it did serve a double purpose. It didn't always work, but it was worth the gamble. The horny part of her brain entertained fantasies of him joining her in the shower. The idea of washing him or even better, having him wash her almost revved her right back up. But she didn't have time for all that. Even washing her hair was quick. After she was done, she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out to find the fates shining down on her.
"Morning Princess." Calvin purred, leaning down to give Zoey a soft kiss on the forehead.
"Morning Daddy!" Zoey beamed, throwing her arms around the much larger man. It was funny how such an innocent action could quickly become so sexually charged. The only thing separating him hugging her in the nude was the small layer that the towel provided. She looked up at him to flash a knowing smile. She had given him so many hugs like this one in the past but the difference was now he knew her displays of affection had ulterior motives. "Sounded like you had a... fun morning..."
"Sorry about that." Calvin said sincerely, letting out a satisfied yet guilty sigh. "I know all this can't be easy on you."
"I'm not grounded anymore but I think I'm still being punished..." Zoey grumbled, burying her face into Calvin's broad chest.
"Yeah, I'm getting that feeling too. I don't completely agree with me being used against you like that..."
"Daddy, we've talked about this." Zoey rolled her eyes. "It's fine. It's not like she didn't use me against you as well during your drought. Why should we both suffer? If she wants to have Daddy cum for breakfast every morning, I can't really blame her. Like I said, sounded like you were having a good time."
"Yeah... you have no idea..."
Zoey purred softly, flashing her father a sensual grin. "Well, from what I can feel pressing against me, I can make a good guess..." Zoey's hug became slightly inappropriate as she rubbed against the growing bulge with her body, gradually loosening the towel as she did so. "Daddy...
Oh
Daddy..."
"Speaking of breakfast." Lucinda loudly called out from her bedroom door. "Are you hungry, dear? I was about cook something up."
"Well, I can't have what I
really
want..." Zoey muttered with a pout, looking back to her mother.
Lucinda's eyes narrowed for a moment. "Well... that's your choice. I'm making waffles."
Zoey's eyes bulged. Lucinda's waffles were fucking
heavenly
. If her mouth wasn't already watering from being this close to Calvin, it would have started regardless. Still, her eyes narrowed back out of principle. She refused to be bought off. "That's okay. I'll pick something up on the way."
"Princess..." Calvin softly purred in Zoey's ear, causing a visible shudder to go through her body. "Be a good girl. And just be patient.
Trust
me on this, okay? I
will
make it up to you."
"
Okay
Daddy..." Zoey sighed in defeat. It was so hard to say no to her father. Especially when
he
was
so
hard. She turned back to her mother. "I'd love some waffles, Mom. You know they're my favorite. Thank you."
Lucinda flashed Zoey a genuine smile. "I'll make them extra sweet." Her smile began to falter slightly without ever truly going away. "It might be a good idea to get dressed, dear. You don't want to be late."
"...kay." Zoey murmured, finally letting go of Calvin and almost losing her towel in the process. "Might end up being a few minutes late anyway. Kinda have to take care of something first."
Calvin and Lucinda watched the door borderline slam behind Zoey before giving each other a look.
"Daddy.... Daddy....
