Veronica was so excited she could barely sit still. The car’s engine roared as it carried her down the winding back road. Thick, gray clouds billowed and filled in the skies overhead, and the long shadows of the trees on both sides of the road began to blend together as she approached her destination. The house where her parents lived was a quarter-mile from that lonely road. Ronnie was past thirty with three kids and a husband at home, but her Mama still insisted leaving the house unlocked “just in case” Ronnie ever came home.

She pulled to a stop, turned off the key and gripped the wheel in her trembling hands; for a moment, she set her forehead down and took a long, calming breath. Something like fear and ecstasy gripped her, and it took a moment before she grabbed her keys and purse before stepping outside. It was hot, uncomfortably so, even if the thick clouds overhead blocked the afternoon sunshine. Her heart was pounding as she checked the front door and found it unlocked, but that was no surprise; her parents almost always refused to lock the door.

But Mama was gone, off to a high school reunion for the night. Ronnie’s husband Michael was at home, taking care of their kids. And Ronnie was there to take care of the one man she’d been waiting to see for far, far too long.

“Daddy?” Ronnie called as she opened the door.

“There you are.” The voice coming from the kitchen was low and heavy, a baritone’s baritone, and it struck something deep in Ronnie’s belly, vibrating like a bell. “I tried calling you,” he added.

“I wanted to get here before the storm!” Ronnie answered, setting her purse on a small table by the open doorway. Then she turned and locked the front door. “I’m gonna go get ready.”

“Take your time.”

Ronnie made it to the master bathroom before she was overtaken by shivers; the adrenaline rushing through her was so strong that she bounced in place, hugging herself tight as she breathed hard through her nostrils. Her excitement was so strong that she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

She undressed quickly, peeling herself out of her clothes—off came her t-shirt and cut-offs, her flip-flops, then her panties and bra. Everything was carefully placed upon the countertop in a neat pile. It was a routine, something she’d done numerous times before whenever she went home to visit her father.

An item had been left for her by the sink: a fresh disposable razor. Quickly, she checked herself in the mirror behind the vanity. Ronnie was not a tall woman. Her breasts had grown a bit since having her third baby, enough to finally fill up her small hands; her belly was soft, but most of her excess baby weight was gone. Her dark hair was a bit limp because of the heat, and it stuck to her neck and shoulders.

She picked up the razor, turned on the shower and climbed in, letting it run cool to ward off the heat of the day. Stepping into the spray, Ronnie slicked her hair back, taking in a slow breath as the adrenaline shakes finally began to fade. The soap she chose smelled of vanilla and coconut as she lathered up, covering herself with suds from neck, to nipples, to knees. She breathed the scent in—Ronnie thought she smelled just like her mother.

Then she took the razor and cleaned her legs and underarms. She crouched down on the floor, applying a fresh set of suds between her legs and shaved her pussy clean until every single clinging curl and hair was gone. She checked her bottom, being as thorough as she could, until not a single follicle below her neck remained.

Rinsing off felt to Ronnie like she was shedding her skin, like she was becoming another person entirely. She was tingling from head to toe as she shut off the water, grabbed a towel and stepped out. Her pile of clothes were gone, vanished without a trace, and replaced with a slender black choker which flickered in the light. It was the same adornment Ronnie always wore when she came home to see Daddy, and it was the only adornment she was permitted to wear.

Every private visit with her father always started the same way: her clothes were taken away, and they wouldn’t be given back until their time together was over. Private times with Daddy were precious, something they both looked forward to. Once she put the choker on, there was no going back.

After binding her hair up, Ronnie looked at her reflection, into her eyes as she snapped it closed about her neck. The shivers came back, but now she felt warm all over, from head to toe.

Now, Ronnie was ready.

The air felt warmer and her steps felt lighter as she left the bathroom and stepped back into the house. She walked slowly, swaying her hips and ass with every step. It was just the two of them now, and Ronnie was so excited she couldn’t keep a smile off of her face.

When she saw her father standing in the kitchen doorway, Ronnie’s mouth went dry and her tummy flipped on itself. He was tall with long arms, a head of gray hair and a small, satisfied smirk that got wider the longer he looked at her. The smirk was the only thing he wore, and his naked body seemed to gleam in the sunshine.

“Daddy!” Ronnie ran to him and jumped right into his arms. Their embrace was fierce and hot as he crushed her to his chest. “Ohhh, I’ve missed you!”

He laughed and rubbed his nose to her temple. “I’ve missed you too, Princess. Now give Daddy some sugar.”

Their kiss was long and wet, with twisting tongues and happy moans of delight. He wrapped his hands right under her bottom, holding her tight as she coiled her legs around his waist. The burst of heat and excitement in Ronnie’s mouth shot down her chest, made her nipples tighten and lit something hot between her legs.

Daddy turned, pinning her against a doorframe. Pulling back from their furious kiss, he grinned and licked his lips. “Good girl,” he purred.

“I missed you, Daddy,” she said again, only that time it came out as a sigh. His naked body was so close now that she could touch him all over, and she ran her hands over his shoulders. “Did you miss me too?”

“Mmmm, I did.” Daddy eased her down to her feet again but didn’t let her go. Instead, one hand slid over Ronnie’s belly and brushed his fingertips across the thick lips of her pussy, sliding up and down, inspecting her soft skin. “Did you remember to clean all of your princess parts, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Daddy!” Ronnie gasped and set her feet apart, biting her lip as he fondled and stroked her bare puss. The way he touched her and talked to her made Ronnie feel so small and helpless, like she was regressing from a thirty year old mother to someone so much more innocent—an innocence that wasn’t about to last long. “Ahhh! Oh! D-Daddy, you…you’re touching me again!” Ronnie turned her head and shut her eyes as though she was embarrassed.

“It’s alright, baby, it’s almost over.” Daddy’s roaming fingers were merciless and through, checking up and down the split of her bottom after making sure she was shaved smooth. “Such a sweet cunny you’ve got,” he growled, forcibly rubbing his palm between her legs.

Ronnie groaned, shuddering as he tormented her. She could smell her own wetness; they both could. “Thank you, Daddy,” she nurmured, biting her lip. Part of her wanted to play the innocent little thing until he left her soiled and stinking of desire; part of her wanted him to be impatient, to not even bother with their game of make-believe. “D-Do you think I’m pretty, Daddy?”

“I think you’re very pretty,” he answered. Daddy took a small step back, taking her by the hand as he led her further into the kitchen. There was a small collection of plates and dishes in the sink waiting to be washed. He turned to face her, clasping her hands in his. “You know that Mama’s gone and we’re home alone today, don’t you, Princess?”

Ronnie nodded. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock—it was thick, swollen and dark just from the sight of her. She felt proud and overjoyed because she was the reason for his excitement. Daddy wanted her, and she hadn’t even touched him yet. Then she fell into her role again, looking up at his face and his hard, hungry eyes. “Yes, Daddy, I remember.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means…” Ronnie took a breath and whimpered as if in fear, tucking both hands tight between her legs. “It means you wanna play with me again…!”

His cock jumped at the sound of her voice and her pitiful protest. “That’s right.” He lifted her by the arms, sitting her up on the wide section of countertop. “And you’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy this time, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” Ronnie said, breathing soft and quick. “I’ll be good, I promise!” The countertop was cool but her bare pussy was burning hot. She wanted him so much at that moment, but also wanted him to drag it out longer, to drive her crazy until she couldn’t wait another second.

“I know you will, sweetie,” Daddy said with a tiny smile. “Now open your legs wide so I can get a good look at those pretty pink holes of yours.”

Ronnie whined but obeyed. She even leaned back and set her feet atop the counter, slid her hands under her bottom and peeled both pussy lips and her butt cheeks open wide. Her teeth were set and she was breathing softly through her nostrils. “Like…this, Daddy?!”

Daddy leaned down close, so terribly and wonderfully close. He looked at Ronnie’s exposed, pink pussy and her dusky asshole, exposed and twitching, out on display. He ran his fingers across her warm flesh, stroking and probing, teasing her senses.

“Mmmm! Oh, Daddy! You…!” Ronnie whimpered again and real tears glistened in her eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Daddy! You s-shouldn’t play with me this way!”

“But we always play when Mama’s gone, don’t we, Ronnie?” His fingertip slid up and down the perfect pouted lips of her cunny, gliding along the glistening trail left behind.

“Yes, Daddy! But what if we—ahh!” She was cut off as he pushed one finger up and in, sliding to the first, second and then last knuckle. “Daddy! Please no! Don’t! Mmmmmm!” Ronnie’s eyes rolled back as he pumped her tight, slippery hole, drawing out more moisture until they could both listen to how wet she truly was. Her clit was throbbing, sticking out thick and hard while longing for his touch, wanting him to take her.

“Sounds like your cunny likes being playing with,” Daddy said in a gentle tone.

“N-No! It doesn’t!” Ronnie gasped and tightened her fingers. Her toes curled and she closed her eyes, savoring every push and thrust of even that solitary finger. “You’re being mean, Daddy! My cunny doesn’t like it!”

“No?” He curled the digit up, finding her G-spot and rubbing the fleshy ridges with faster speed. “How about now?”

“Mmm! Oh god! Daddyyyyy!” Ronnie let her tongue hang out of her mouth as she bounced her hips. It was heavenly, feeling his caresses after going without them for far too long. It was also difficult to go back to their game, to find the breath and the willpower to resist the pleasure. “Daddy, stop! I… I’m gonna pee!”

“Can’t have that,” he muttered, slowing the sweet friction to a stop. Ronnie groaned, breathing soft and fast. She was about to let her grip go, to let her legs fall forward, when he spoke again. “How about your bottom this time?”

Ronnie’s eyes popped open as his slick finger pulled out of her slippery pussy and pushed against the tight pucker of her asshole. “Mmmmmmmmmahh!” she cried, a wordless sound of shock and pleasure as her little butt spasmed and her muscles were forced open. “Daddy! N-No! Not my bottom!”

“What’s wrong with it, Princess?” he asked as his slick finger pumped her tight tunnel, stroking nerves that only he had ever touched—not even Ronnie’s husband was allowed to fuck her ass. It belonged to her Daddy, the one cherry only he had ever taken.

“It’s dirty, Daddy!” she whined, fighting back a genuine sob. “Y-Y-You’re driving m-me crazy!” Ronnie gasped and let her head fall back, toes flexing and curling as she breathed in time with his thrusting. Her tight muscles squeezed and clenched around his finger while her pussy got wetter and wetter. “…but it feels so good!” she added, unable to control herself.

Daddy gave a soft chuckle. “You really did miss me.”

“Yes! Yes!” Ronnie rocked her butt against his hand, fucking his driving finger. “So much! So much, Daddy! But…!” She slowed but didn’t stop—she couldn’t stop. “I want more!”

“I know, sweetie,” Daddy said with a smirk. Pulling his finger out left Ronnie whimpering in protest before he grabbed her by the hair, spinning her around atop the counter to bend over it instead. He pushed her legs far apart, kept a grip on her hair tight in one hand while slapping his hard cock against her asscheeks with the other.

Ronnie had no more patience left in her for playing pretend. She wanted him so badly it burned in her belly and came roaring out of her mouth. “Yes! Yes, Daddy! Are you gonna fuck me now? Stuff your thick, meaty cock in my tight, hot cunny?!” She squealed with excitement and impatience. “I need it, Daddy! I need it so bad!”

“I know, baby!” he said before finally pushing the swollen tip between her smooth, pouting pussy lips. “Here it comes!”

The feeling of Daddy’s stiff, swollen prick sliding inside of her made Ronnie scream with pure, helpless delight. She clutched the counter and braced herself against his hard pounding that quickly picked up speed. Her father’s fucking was rough, even brutal. Sex when they reunited was always fast, and usually rough as well. Ronnie was a willing prisoner in his control, but a prisoner she was, all the same—the choker on her neck wasn’t just for show. She belonged to him again and would do anything he wished. Between his tight grip in her hair and his heavy weight pinning her in place, all she could do was whine with every breath and hold on tight until it was over. The smacks of his loins against her ass were loud and sent a hot shock through her belly every time.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Yes! Oh yes! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my pussy! Harder! Deeper! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Ronnie wailed with pleasure, head pulled back by his tight grip. “Please cum inside me, Daddy, PLEASE!!”

Ronnie’s squeal was sharp and sudden enough that it did the trick. Her father slammed his hips hard against hers, driving deep into her squeezing cunny hole before the pleasure was too much to resist any longer. His growl quickly turned into a heavy cry of agony and ecstasy as he buried his thick prick into the deepest reaches of her pussy. Thick, hot ropes of his incestuous jism were shot into her quivering cunt, more and more of them until Daddy had more to give than Ronnie could take, and his cum began to drip onto the floor.

Ronnie shivered and gasped through her open mouth. His hot spunk was oozing down her legs. “You did cum inside me, Daddy,” she whispered, drooling onto the countertop, sweat sliding down her temple. “I love it… Love it so much!”

Bending over her, Daddy growled into her ear. “And there’s plenty more where that came from, Princess.”

Ronnie whined and nodded as softly and frantically as she could. “Yes, Daddy! I’ll be good! I’ll be a good girl!!”

“Fuck yes, you will.” Daddy pulled back, sliding his cock out of her pussy at last as more thick gobs of semen fell and splattered on the floor. “Let’s go,” he said, leading her by the hair as he walked back towards the master bedroom.

Ronnie gasped and followed, holding onto his wrist to maintain her balance. Inside, she was pleased to realize just how much he’d missed her, but all she could do was follow along and do whatever she could to make him happy.

Something told Ronnie that her day was going to be a tiring one.

Ronnie didn’t expect her Daddy to take them to the master bath. He pushed her down to her knees on the cool tiles and barked a command for her to stay, and Ronnie did as she was told. As she caught her breath, she watched him turn on the faucet for the large tub and sit on the edge, watching the water fill.

“So how are the kids?” he asked, not looking back as he tested the water’s heat as it came out of the tap. His naked body looked like something an artist might’ve carved from dark granite.

“They’re good,” she said, still catching her breath. “Emma cried when I find told I’d be gone today. Cooper promised me three drawings when I got home, and Parker asked me to bring back some flowers.” She smiled softly, thinking of her children, missing how young they used to be. “Cooper also wants to know when I’m having another baby.”

“Is that right?” Daddy stood up again, walked over to where Ronnie and took her by the hair again to lead her to the water.

“Mm! Daddy!” she cried, forced to crawl on all fours.

“And what did you say?” he asked, ignoring her outburst. Stepping into the tub first, he took her in with him before sitting down and pulled her onto his lap.

“Th-That I would have to s-see if I could bring another one home!” The water was hot, stinging Ronnie’s legs and the curve of her bottom. She went tense and grabbed onto his shoulders. “Ahhh! It’s t-too hot, Daddy!”

“Is that why you were so excited about your Mama’s trip out of town?” Daddy’s voice was deeper, huskier and harder. He grabbed her throbbing bottom, squeezing the cheeks tight while leaning back. “My sweet k ittle Ronnie’s got baby fever again.”

Ronnie knew better than to lie. Taking a heavy breath as the hot water rose around them, she looked down into his eyes, letting all of the love, desire and hunger shine in hers. “Yes, Daddy.” She leaned in closer, brushing her lips to his. “I wanna have another baby with you.” She pushed closer in his lap, sliding her fingers into his hair. “I want my Daddy…to fuck his little princess… Pound my princess parts… Make me cum… Scream your name, again and again…and put another baby in my belly!”

Daddy groaned and took a long breath. His cock was twitching and stirring, coming back to life as the tub filled around them. “Mmmm… That sounds real nice, baby girl.”

His soft voice and slow gasp made Ronnie smile. Sliding her tongue across his lips, it soon became another kiss, tongues entwining and lips compressed tight as she rocked her hips, pushing back against his tight hands. “So…why don’t we?” His cock was swelling by the second as she took it in her hand, giving it several slow, long strokes of her fingers. “Please, Daddy?” Ronnie slid his dick across the plump lips of her pussy, licking a hint of sweat from his lips. “My cunny’s so empty again.”

“Soon, Princess, very soon.” Daddy sighed with pleasure and stretched out his legs in the water. “How’s Michael doing?”

“He’s…good.” Ronnie’s desire wasn’t ruined by the mention of her husband, but he wasn’t someone she wanted to dwell on. Needing a distraction, she shut off the tap and picked up a bottle of soap, squeezing a healthy amount into her hands before sliding them around her neck and shoulders, then let him watch as she fondled her breasts, smearing her slippery fingers around and teasing her nipples. “We’ve worked things out,” she said softly, noting how his eyes were watching her. She began to spread liquid soap over his shoulders and arms next. “I give him sex…and he helps take care of the house and the kids.” A dark cloud passed across Daddy’s face, a sign of displeasure. Ronnie chuckled and pulled at her nipples again, bouncing her breasts in his face. “Are you feeling jealous, Daddy?”