The Fall of the Faithful

All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Any similarities to any persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.

Sarah didn't mean for it to happen. How could she have known it would happen? After all, the last thing any good christian girl expects is to be on their knees lovingly moaning around a throat full of their daddy's throbbing cock. Yet here she was lavishing her adoration on her new god with her cute little mouth and loving every god damn filthy second of it. She may not have expected her life to take this turn, but it was one she was incredible grateful for. She couldn't imagine her life being any other way now.

-Six months prior-

Sarah and her parents had just come home from church. The pastor had preached a very riveting and stirring sermon on how wives and daughter were to honor and serve their husbands and fathers. While her mother gritted her teeth through the whole service, Sarah found it coincided with how she felt in her heart. She wanted to honor her future husband with all her heart and she was sure he would love and cherish her as well! She couldn't understand why her mother was so against some of the values of the religion she claimed to believe in.

As she changed out of her church clothes she could hear her parents arguing. Well it was more like her mother screaming at her father and making him pay the price for how the pastor made her feel. Sarah felt so embarrassed for her mother, but even more so she felt sorry for her father. He had been nothing but wonderful when it came to her and her mother. He worked a good job that paid enough for her mother not to work, they had a decent house that sat in a good neighborhood. Life was good. Sure it wasn't a mansion on a hill, but it was her home, and it was cozy, it was safe, and it was all because her father provided that for her and her mother. She couldn't understand why her mother couldn't just be grateful for the blessings she had.

John couldn't believe how spoiled his wife was, the fact that she would berate him for her lack of ability to control her emotions when the pastor said anything she didn't like had worn on him for the past several years. At first he would try to console her, then he would try to reason with her, then he eve tried to argue with her to see that he wasn't the bad guy and had nothing to do with the pastors sermons. However in the end all any of it did was make it worse. She didn't care about johns feelings is seemed and just wanted to make someone pay for her being triggered instead of looking in the mirror and realizing she was the problem.

She had finally said her whole piece that basically amounted to "I'll never submit to you, you can't tell me what to do and the moment you do I'll divorce you and take everything" John sat and took the brunt of it silently. He didn't care about the house or the cars or any of that. He just didn't want to lose his daughter. She was his angel, his everything, and even though she was eighteen and could make her own decisions now, he was still afraid of hurting her and never seeing her again. John left the room and walked down the hall disappointment and defeat killing off the last remnants of love he had for the woman he had vowed to love for his whole life. He knew it was wrong, but there wasn't any more love left in his heart for him to care about that anymore. Walking to the garage he opened the door and started up the riding lawnmower. He needed to drowned out the last hour of his wife's incessant tirade. Mowing usually did the trick.

Inside Sarah could hear her mother muttering to herself in the kitchen while she made dinner about how useless her husband was and how blessed he should feel to have married her and half dozen more nasty things. Sarah couldn't believe her mother's attitude, She always knew her mother was a hard woman with little to no empathy, but the last few years she had gotten extremely bad. To the point where Sarah had on more than one occasion thought about encouraging her father to divorce her. She never got that far though as the conversation would always change too quickly, her mother would come into the room, or something else would come up preventing her from bringing it up.

Sarah sat in the front room letting her thoughts drift, and as so many times before they landed on her fathers image in her mind. She loved her father more than anything else! Growing up he was her superman. He was always there to protect her and provide for her. While her mother was a tyrant who was full of hypocrisies. To this day her father was still her superman, she would often fantasize about finding a man just like him to marry. Someone who would take care of her the way her dad took care of her. As she sat there on the couch thinking of her father, she realized her mother had to go. She was destroying a man who was nothing but loving and caring and all because she was an utterly useless spoiled brat and incompetent mother and wife.

As soon as John pulled the mower around front to put it back in the garage he saw his daughter Sarah sitting there in the garage waiting for him to finish. 'She's stunning' John thought as she sat their in her cute little shorts and tank top. The smile she flashed him when she looked up made his heart melt. He truly was putty in his daughters hands. She was his treasure and there was no denying that! It was a source of many arguments his wife had tried to have with him. She had even gone so far as to suggest they were sleeping together once. While It was unfortunate he wasn't married to someone like his daughter, he couldn't fathom incest with his actual daughter, she was his angel. As the mower slowly entered the garage and his daughter stood up and waiting expectantly to talk to him, he realized he wasn't in danger of losing his angel, so he would need to get rid of the devil living in his house. He just didn't know how.

"Hi daddy!" Sarah said as john cut off the mowers engine. She hopped up into his lap and throwing her arms around her father she planted a kiss on his cheek and beamed at him. The admiration for him evident in her eyes.

"Hey Sugar, what can I do ya for?" John said as he wrapped his big arms around her and held her tight.

"I was thinking, since moms being such a crank, we should go get some ice cream! Let her be cranky all she wants while we enjoy the day, besides isn't Sunday supposed to be a day of rest?! Sarah said staring into his beautiful deep hazel eyes. It was barely imperceivable, but when they made eye contact in that moment something sparked between them making them both catch their breath unconsciously.

"Yeah that would be great! Let me get cleaned up and we'll go grab some cones." John said helping her down off his lap. He sat there for a bit bewildered, he couldn't seem to to look away from her ass as she climbed the stairs up to the kitchen and went inside. Her ass wasn't huge by any stretch of the imagination, but it filled her shorts out nicely. It was a cute little bubble butt.

"What the hell John?" He said under his breath as he walked into the house to shower and get ready for their daddy daughter date. He didn't understand where it was coming from. It wasn't when she sat on his lap, she had been doing that since she was a little girl, and she had been dressing that way for a few years so it wasn't that. Confused, turned on the shower and started taking his clothes of his sweaty hairy body. Maybe a hot shower would help wash everything from the day away.

Except it didn't. In fact as John was washing the sweat and grime from his body he couldn't help but notice he was getting fully erect and images of his daughters ass kept playing in the back of his mind. Quickly he cranked on the cold water and gritted his teeth as ice cold liquid coalesced down his body. Driving his thoughts to the present moment and sending any desires down the drain with the water. He didn't know what was going on but he was a child of God and in no uncertain terms would he give himself to whatever this was. Or so he believed, however the seeds had already been sown and unbeknownst to him, he was fighting a losing battle.

Had Sarah imagining things or had she started to feel her father actually get aroused while she was sitting on his lap? Furthermore it seemed like he had been checking her out when she went inside the house. The thought made blush oddly enough. She knew it shouldn't have. It should have creeped her out or made her mad even. Yet, it didn't, she could never be mad at her daddy nor could she have ever though of him as creepy. He was her protector and provider these lat 18 years. He had made sure she lived as comfortable life as possible, he challenged her when she needed it, comforted her when her mother or the boyfriends she had, had been jerks. While it didn't disgust her, she didn't know exactly how to feel about it. Her heart was a mixture of embarrassment and slight happiness. It was very confusing.

Yet, even though she was confused about what happened earlier, she did know one thing. Her mother had to go, she was a cancer on her and her fathers happiness as a family, and she would forever hold them back from their dreams. How could she ever hope to find a husband if her mother treated people the way she treated them. Even though her father got the brunt of it, there was not any love lost between her mother and her. She didn't hate her mother any longer, that would mean she actually cared for her. No, Sarah was indifferent to how her mother treated her. She was however angry at how she treated her father.

John had put on a clean pair of shorts and a tee and was waiting in the air conditioned truck for Sarah to come out. He didn't know what had happened earlier be he knew he didn't want a repeat of it. What would the church think? What would his wi...actually he could care less what that spoiled bitch thought. He was done worrying about what she thought. "I need to just leave her ass." John said aloud to no one in particular. He didn't cuss often and usually only when it came to her. It's not that he really cared, he just did it out of consideration for his family and his church.

John looked up when his eyes caught movement in the corner of his vision. What he saw crawled deep into his brain and traveled down his spine and into his cock making it twitch slightly. Sarah had put her hair up in pigtails to keep the heat off her neck, her socks were pulled up to her knees, and her perfectly adorable lips were glossed and kissable. John shook his head slightly to refocus his thoughts. He knew he was in trouble, he could try to deny it again like he did in the shower, try to act like it wasn't there but he knew he could only fool himself so long. No, John wouldn't try to lie to himself, he knew what she was doing to his body was wrong, and ignoring it would end in disaster. He would just try to navigate it like an adult and hope everything worked out in the end.

Sarah climbed in to the truck, her skin tingling at the cool touch of the air conditioning. Stealing a quick glance she could see just a hint of her fathers cock beginning to bulge in his shorts. In this close proximity there was no way he could hide it. She quickly looked away her cheeks turning red. Why had she become so fascinated with her father in this way. She knew it was wrong, it was illegal! However, something about the subtle heat that would build between her thighs when she thought about him made her head so foggy that she couldn't help but not know how to feel about it. While her body get a thrill out of it, her mind was screaming at her about the immorality of it all, and her heart was so confused. So she decided there wasn't any harm in stealing the occasional glance when she thought he wasn't looking. After all a look here and there wasn't wrong, it wasn't like her father was cheating, he didn't even know his little girl had started to become fascinated by him. So she came to the conclusion that no, there wouldn't be any harm in looking. As they pulled out of the driveway John noticed that not only was his little angel not wearing a bra, he nipples were pressing against the soft fabric of her shirt.

"Thank you so much daddy, I really needed to get away from her, she's being a total witch!" Sarah said resting her head back on the seat and smiling at him.

"Honestly, I completely agree with that sentiment sugar." he said roughly

"Daddy, I don't like they way she treats you." she said nervously putting her hands on his arms. Had they always been so thick? The thought made her shudder slightly. Yet, If she was going to be successful in convincing her father to get rid of her mother she would need to play her cards right. And to that she needed to keep her wits about her.

"Thanks Sarah, I don't like it either but your mother isn't going to change." He didn't want to tell her he planned on divorcing her mother, but he wasn't going to hide his disappointment with the situation.

"Daddy, she disrespects you so much, and it hurts my heart to see someone as amazing as you be so dishonored when it's your rightful place to be honored lovingly." She continued her path of reasoning repeating the lesson from church the pastor charismatically preached from the pulpit just that morning.

John didn't respond, but she didn't need him to. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the bulge in her fathers shorts that twitched against the fabric of his shorts at her words. She knew some would say she was betraying her mother but she didn't care. Her mother didn't deserve her father, and she was gonna make sure the man she loved and whose happiness she was devoted to got what he deserved. There was someone out there for him, they just needed to get rid of the hag of a wife and mother.

"Daddy I know it's not really my place to say this, but have you ever thought about how life would of turned out if you hadn't married her?" Sarah asked nervously. Her father rarely got mad, but the few times she saw his anger it shocked her and she didn't want to ruin their date but she needed to spent the little time they spent without mom trying to move her plan forward.

"Sugar, as much as your mother and I don't get along, I got to be your father and that's worth every battle and sexless ni..." John cut his words off, he didn't mean to say that to his daughter, it wasn't proper for her to know about his sex life.

"I'm sorry sugar I shouldn't of.." John said clearly flustered

"It's okay daddy I'm eighteen, you don't have to be scared to talk about such things with me, I'm an adult," She said as she beamed her radiant smile at him. It melted him immediately. She always knew how to soften the conversation anytime it turns a bit tense.

You're right, you're right. Well like I was saying, no matter what I have to go through it was all worth it to have the opportunity to be your father. Your mother stopped having sex with me when you were born and turned into a total bitch, excuse my language," John said with an angry edge to his voice.

"Daddy! I can't believe you called her that, you're so naughty!" Sarah said through a giggle. She liked this side of her father she was seeing. She hardly ever cussed, she had always tried to be the best little girl for her father, after all she loved him with all her heart. Hearing her father cuss made her feel special like he was letting her into even more of his internal world.

"Yeah well, that's what she is. I know I don't cuss often, but today just really broke something inside of me, I've been trying to be the best husband I cant while she's been running around like a spoiled fucking brat for 18 GOD DAMN YEARS!!" he pounded his fist on the dashboard at this.

"I...I'm...I'm sorry Sarah, I just can't take her anymore." John said to his daughter who was stunned by his sudden outburst.

"It's okay Daddy, I understand, I love you so much. I'm so sorry you had to marry such a bitch to get me, but I'm so grateful that your my daddy!" She said as she hugged his arm while they drove down the road. She enjoyed cussing a bit with her daddy, and he didn't move to correct her which made her heart swell. it was as if it was a token of a new depth of connection between the two of them. Slowly a subtle heat began to grow once more between her legs as she used her new point of view to burn the image of her fathers thick bulge into her memory. She would remove her mother from their lives if it was the last thing she did. For her, for her daddy, and for their shared happiness.