Susan leaned back, and looked at her dad, still a nice looking guy for forty three, in good shape from working construction all his life, he had a better build than most men 20 years younger.
"Daddy, I had a dream about mom a month ago, she came to me and told me you were lonely, and I was lonely too, and I should come home and keep you company. She also told me lots of stuff about you two, some of it I knew, some was new."
"What do you mean some of it you knew? What did you know?"
Susan smiled, trying to suppress a giggle, "Well, I know how much you loved it when mom gave you a blowjob on Tuesday nights, and in this dream she just told me how much she loved doing it."
"SUSAN! That's private stuff, bu-bu, how do you know about Tuesday nights?"
"Well daddy, you know how there is a crack in your ceiling, right over your side of the bed? Well, there is a hole in my bedroom floor, right over that crack. I used to pull my bedside rug back and lie on the floor and watch mom blow you on Tuesday nights."
Carl sat speechless, his mouth hanging open.
"Daddy, I used to love it when you threw your head back as you exploded in mom's mouth, you were only like 2 feet away from me. I would be lying on my floor, rubbing my pussy as mom sucked you, and after a while I could time it just right, so I had an orgasm just when you did. When you looked up at me like that, it was like we were cumming together."
Carl was flabbergasted by this revelation, "Susan, that's just so, so, not nice, watching other people's private lives like that. What did mom say when you told her this?"
"Well, I didn't actually tell her, see when she came to me in this dream, she already knew. I told her lots of stuff before, like how I gave Dean Howell a blowjob after the junior prom when I was 15. I told her how I did it, and she gave me some pointers, so I got lots better after that."
"Susan, seeing someone in your dream is not really seeing them, you just put your thoughts.."
"NO daddy, mom told me stuff I couldn't know, like how you liked it when she didn't use her hands, just her lips and tongue, and how your left testicle hangs lower than your right one does. You also have a freckle on the inside of your right thigh, way up high, where no one can see it."
Carl's mouth hung open again, totally confused by this information.
"Daddy, mom said it was alright, I should come home and take care of you. She said all the women you dated were such prudes, that Mary-Beth actually slapped you when you tried to discuss oral sex with her. Daddy, I love you, I think you are the most wonderful man I ever met. I love to suck cock daddy, and so many of the guys I met couldn't care less, they just want to get laid. Daddy, mom asked me to move back here, live with you, and suck your cock like she used to."
Susan leaned forward and placed her hand on her father's knee. "Daddy, no more bombs today, let's just go home, OK?"
Carl shook his head, put his car back in gear, and pulled out onto the road. He drove extra carefully the rest of the way home, expecting another startling revelation any second, but Susan just gazed out the window, and kept her silence.
Arriving home, Carl carried Susan's large case and Susan took the small one upstairs to her old bedroom. Tossing the bag onto the bed Carl tried unsuccessfully to NOT look at the small rug next to the bed. Susan caught him glancing away, and poked a finger in his tummy.
"Yes Daddy, right under that rug, I used to watch you and mom. Right now though, I'm hungry, let's see what you have in the refrigerator, that I can cook up for lunch. Right after lunch though, Daddy, I need to suck your cock almost as badly as you need me to."
"Susan, this little joke of yours is going too far, it's not right for a child to have sex with her father."
"Daddy, I'm not a child, and it's perfectly okay for me to take care of your needs and for you to take care of mine, mom told me how good you were at eating pussy."
Susan made her way to the kitchen, as her flabbergasted father followed her. She opened the refrigerator and started pulling out food to make lunch.
"Daddy, I was seventeen before I figured out your Sunday morning routine with mom, I was up early one Sunday, and heard her moan, I pulled back the rug, and it was hard to see, but I could tell you were between mom's legs, licking her pussy, and she was moaning in pleasure, softly, but she was enjoying it. She told me how much she loved it, and how you would just keep on going until she couldn't stand anymore. Every time a guy went down on me, as soon as it started feeling really good, he would stop, and stick his dick in me. While I really like getting laid, it never seems to satisfy me, and I'd just end up pleasuring myself afterwards. Most of the guys would feel inadequate, and I'd never hear from them again."
Carl and Susan had a quick lunch, after Susan cleaned up; she grabbed her daddy's hand, and led them to his room. Turning to face him, she grabbed his t-shirt, and pulled it off over his head in one quick move. She ran her hands over his chest, and pinched his nipples quickly.
"Mom told me you really like this too." She leaned down, and gripped his nipple in her teeth, and gave him a little nip. Placing one hand on his manhood, she could tell he was already aroused. Stepping back, she pulled her shirt off, and quickly released her bra, letting her full, firm breasts free. She took her daddy's hands, and placed them on her breasts.
Carl opened his mouth to speak, she covered it with one hand, and told him, "Don't talk daddy, just let your feelings go."
His hands began to gently squeeze his daughter's bosom almost of their own accord, then began to gently roll her nipples between thumb and forefinger, as they quickly hardened under his touch.
Susan moaned softly, "Daddy, that feels so good, please don't stop." Then she reached to his belt, unhooked it, and let his pants fall to the floor. His shorts were tented from his erection, she caressed it softly, and then gave it firm squeeze, Carl moaned, and all his resistance faded away. He leaned down to nuzzle Susan's neck, realizing she smelled just like her mother. As he nibbled her neck, she slid his shorts down, freeing his manhood to stand clear. She stepped back, and slid off her jeans and panties in one motion, kicking them clear of her bare feet, she stood naked before her father. He gazed at her in wonder, the likeness of his wife on their wedding night standing before him.
Susan sat on the bed, and puller him close, his engorged manhood just inches from her face. She looked up at her daddy, and told him, "I've wanted to do this for so long, daddy." She lightly kissed just the tip, then, placing her lips upon him, let her mouth open, and slide down his shaft. Carl moaned with pleasure, at the feel of lips on him again, after so long. Susan heard the moan, and knew that it was good. She began to slowly stroke her lips on him, swirling her tongue around his velvety head, not touching him anywhere else. She would move a little, and then stop for a bit, knowing it had been a long time for him. When she stopped, she could feel each beat of his heart by the cock throbbing in her mouth. She remembered how much she enjoyed orally pleasuring a man, having complete control over the pace of the action.
