"God, what could I have done? What did I do wrong?" I asked.

My heart ached even in death, a pain so deep it was a rupture in my soul. It had affected my life, destroyed my marriage, turned me into an introspective, asocial old man; a person I knew just wasn't me.

I had tried, as God must know. I had tried so hard to be good, to aid friends and neighbors, help with charities, donate time and money. I had tried to keep friends, and participate in life; hold on to what little sanity I had.

But I failed. I became withdrawn. My anguish was so great. Friends didn't understand. They'd never experienced it; had no point of reference. How could they know what destroyed my soul? How could they understand the depth of pain I felt?

I tried dulling the pain and anguish that tore at me with alcohol; it only made it worse, voices in my head haunting me, blaming me. "But it wasn't my fault!" I'd scream at the voices drunkenly. It wasn't. It wasn't. I died a lonely, broken old man with that scream echoing though my head.

"You didn't understand her, David," God said in a deep voice.

"But how, God? How could I?" I asked.

"You underestimated the depth of her feelings, how much it meant, how much you meant to her."

"Do you know what she was asking, God? What was I supposed to do? I had to say no."

"David," God said, "you had a decision to make. You made it. It changed the course of your life and of your wife's and hers."

I felt tears streaming down my face, sight blurred, and anger built, burbling up like ugly hot lava. "Are you telling me I made the wrong decision? You? God? I MADE THE WRONG DECISION?!! I made the only decision, the decision you preach every Sunday!"

"No, David," God answered calmly. "I value life above all. Life is the most cherished thing I created. It is to be celebrated, protected, and nurtured. Nothing, nothing is more important."

"Then why? Why do you contradict yourself? You can't tell me it's a moral sin on Sunday and tell me NOW that I was wrong! You LIED to me!" I hurled at him, shaking with fury.

"David, I don't tell you anything on Sundays. They are not my words, they are not my wishes. I do not value edifices and organized religions. I value life, plants, animals, humans. I value earth, sand, seas, mountains. I value life David."

"But God, please, don't. Don't tell me this. Not now. Not after a lifetime of punishment." I was sobbing. It was hard to breathe. How could they? How could vicars preach the word of God when it wasn't? What if they hadn't? My daughter would be alive!

The agony was too much. It tore, it burned. Even dead it pained me so much. Slowly I collapsed to my knees, head bowed in defeat.

"God," I whispered, "it's just not fair. I was a good man, a good husband, a good father. Why did you do this to me?"

"I did nothing to you David. I do not interfere, I do not take sides. I do not try to avert the abomination of war, starvation, or violence. I do not participate, David. I created. That is all. I do not guide."

It was too much for me. I hurt. I hurt. "Please, please, make it go away, make this agony stop. Haven't I suffered enough? How long will this continue, God? Will I ever feel peace again?"

There was a silence.

"You are a good man, David. You do not deserve this anguish. I will give you another chance. But be careful. Your choices will have consequences; all choices do."

"Thank you, God," I whispered, drained, emotionally exhausted.

"Daddy!"

"Amy? Amy?" Oh God. Was it really my Amy?

Amy rushed at me, hugging me tight. "I got an A, Dad!"

I was confused. She looked like Amy, she smelled like Amy. Was it really her? Her soft brown eyes looked just like Amy's. Her short brown hair looked like Amy's, too. And my hands had no wrinkles, no liver spots.

"What's the matter, Dad?" Amy thought Dad looked confused almost shocked. Why? "Did you have a bad day? Dad? Are you sick?" He was so pale and he looked haunted. What was wrong? "Mom! Mom! Come quick! Dad's sick!"

Mary? Is that Mary?

"David! What's wrong?" Mary asked with concern. David looked like he'd seen a ghost. She'd never seen him this pale. "Amy, help me get him to bed."

Together they led him to the bedroom.

"Should we leave him alone, Mom?"

"Let him rest. We'll check on him in a while. Let's make dinner." Mary reached out for Amy's hand to lead her away.

From the bed I looked around, still having trouble processing. It looked like our old bedroom; it had the same floral wallpaper, the same birch dresser, the same glass doors and balcony railing. But how? I looked at my hands again. No wrinkles!

Stumbling up I went to the bathroom. It looked the same, too. With shock I saw myself in the mirror. My knees went weak. Holding myself up with shaking arms I saw myself, me, just like I used to be at forty. My image faded, rushing away from me and fading into a little spot of light. It winked out.

"I think we should take him to the hospital, Mom," Amy whispered after helping put Dad back in bed, scared at how drawn and pale he looked. The thump when he collapsed in the bathroom had sounded so loud from downstairs.

"He's sleeping, Amy. Let's let him sleep. Did something happen when he came home?" Mary asked, taking a final look at David in bed before quietly closing the door. She was worried. She'd never seen him like this. She had no idea what was wrong with him or why he'd passed out in the bathroom.

"I don't know, Mom. He was just standing in the hall when I came out."

"Okay. Let's let him rest."

Slowly consciousness returned. The room was dark, curtains closed. I could hear clinking and banging from downstairs. I knew those sounds, knew them well. Someone was cooking.

Memory returned. My life, anguish at Amy's death, my life of punishment, my death, talking to God. Was it real? Did I live that life I remembered so well, or was it a dream? The details were so distinct in my mind. I knew what happened, I remembered events, Amy slipping into my bed, Amy naked except for her panties, Amy kissing me. I remembered my anger, outrage, my screaming, Amy's tears, and her disappearing from home.

I felt the anguish in my soul again as I remembered answering the door, "Mr. Jensen," the officer said with sympathy, "I'm so sorry to tell you this, but your daughter has been found dead."

Was it real? How could I feel it so deeply if it wasn't? But how could it be?

David, I admonished myself, what does it matter? You're here, Mary's here, Amy's here. What else matters?

Mary smiled when David appeared in the kitchen. "You're up. How are you feeling?" Her husband looked better. He had some color in his face, more like the man she loved. But there was a lingering trace of the haunted in his eyes.

"Fine, honey." God it felt good to say that again, to see Mary like this. "What's the date today?"

"June 15th, why?"

"No, I meant what year?"

"David, are you all right?" Mary was concerned. Why did he want to know the date? Had he forgotten? How? Maybe he really was ill.

Seeing the flit of concern on Mary's face I tried to reassure her. "Never mind. Just got confused for a moment. Where's Amy?"

"She'll be down. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yup. A bit muddled, that's all. I don't know what hit me but I'm okay now." I smiled. "When's dinner?"

"The usual, seven-thirty."

"I'm going to watch some TV, okay?"

Sitting in the den, I first turned the television to the CNN Headline News. Thursday. 2010. That would make me forty-one. Let's see, Mary would be thirty-seven, Amy twelve. I watched the news for a while, amazed that I knew what was going on. I started making bets with myself, trying to remember what would happen over the next few weeks. Let's see, Graeme McDowell wins the US Open, Uzbekistan closes its borders with Kyrgyzstan, hmmm, oh, Lakers beat the Celtics to win the NBA Championship.

Turning the TV off I went to my study and opened the safe, pulling out passports. Amy's birthday was May 5th, right, I bought her that iPad. Mary's was November 12th. It all seemed real enough.

"Dinner, David!"

"Hey Dad, you're looking better!" Amy was relieved to see her dad back to normal. Jeez it had scared her.

I studied my daughter. I knew every curve and expression on her beautiful face, so familiar, burned into my brain from staring at photos for a lifetime. She was right on the cusp of womanhood, her face had thinned and she was showing the first blush of the emerging adult in her. Lovely soft-brown expressive eyes, slim nose, and wide smiling mouth with Mary's lips. A shiver of fear chilled me when I remembered her in the morgue, lifeless and pale. Was it real?

"So Amy, tell me again. What was this "A" you were talking about?"

"I got an A in math!!!" Amy exclaimed excitedly. She'd studied so hard to do better, and Dad had helped, spending countless hours with her, patiently tutoring her. It had surprised her how much fun it was having him teach her. She'd liked it when he'd rest his hand on her arm explaining an equation to her. The pride in his face when she'd grasp something had made her warm, flushing with love. She'd worked even harder to do well. She wanted him to be proud of her. He was Dad, my dad.

"Brilliant. Well done! Did you hear that Mary? Amy got an A."

Mary smiled. Of course she knew. Amy had been bursting when she came home from summer school and so proud, "Wait until I tell Dad," she'd said breathlessly.

I wasn't sure what to do. Mary was in bed, a book on her raised knees, reading glasses on. Was I supposed to get into bed? It felt odd. It had been so long. Was I supposed to make love to her or just kiss her good night? I racked my brain. Right, I remembered, we'd make love two or three times a week. I couldn't remember kissing her before sleeping though. And how was lovemaking initiated? Oh, right.

I couldn't envision making love to Mary just yet, although the thought of it was deeply attractive. My mind was still buzzing.

"Night, Mary." I kissed her cheek. I had to, it had been too long.

That was odd, Mary thought. David had stopped kissing her good night years ago. It felt nice though.

Amy lay on her front, a pillow scrunched up between her legs pushing her cotton panties between her cleft as she slowly hunched her pelvis, her hands holding her small, newly emerging and aching breasts. She pictured Daddy when she'd walked into the bathroom last week and seen him through the glass shower door. It had been such a surprise.

She remembered talking to her girlfriends at Julie's house a few days before . . .

"Look at that!" Francine had said breathlessly. The three of them stared at the computer monitor, fascinated by the man's erection. It looked large, no huge.

Julie giggled. "He's circumcised. Gawd, look at how big the head is. Can you imagine how it would feel going in?"

Amy giggled at Julie's comment. "That would hurt! We're not old enough to take that!"

"Not true, Amy. I know we could get it inside," Francine stated with conviction.

Amy looked skeptical. "How would you know that?"

"I just do." Francine blushed. "Anyway, his cock is average."

"It can't be, Francine! It looks huge!" Julie exclaimed.

Francine dismissed Julie. "Nah. I read it on the Internet. Guys' pricks are about six inches long. It just looks big on the computer."

Amy had wondered how that penis compared to Dad's. She hadn't planned it but had heard the shower and walked in on the spur of the moment, feeling deliciously naughty.

Amy smiled as she gently humped the pillow stimulating her clit. She'd seen Dad, slim, dark chest hair, flat stomach, thick mat of black pubic hair, his thick penis circumcised with large mushroom-shaped head. She thought it would be much bigger than six inches when it grew. Her mind wandered as she humped the soft pillow, imagining Mom and Dad making love. A tremor of excited pleasure coursed through her body. She pictured Dad erect and imagined him kneeling between her own spread legs, large erection throbbing, stiff, thick, pointing at her pussy, "I need you, Amy". Pressing her pussy harder on the pillow, she imagined the tip of Dad's erection touching her pussy, how delicious and sensuous it would feel, the silky tip touching her slit, her moist and slippery. She imagined Dad looking at her lovingly and pushing slowly, her slit slowly spreading and stretching, hugging the head, pushing against her vagina, pushing, pushing in, stretching her, stretching her, filling her, filling her, God, slipping deep inside.

Shuddering, Amy humped harder, small bottom undulating, pushing her clitoris against the pillow as her hands grasped and squeezed her small breasts, thinking about Dad sliding his erection deep withdrawing, sliding deep and filling her to bursting, telling her how much he loved her and how much he loved her pussy, "You're so sexy, honey", his penis throbbing deep inside and touching her deepest part, hot and pulsing, Dad's penis, stroking, fucking her, his shaft rubbing against her clit, murmuring "This feels so good, Amy, the best", stroking in, filling her, stretching her, stretching her, faster Dad, faster.

Amy's hips started thrashing when she imagined Dad actually cumming in her, crying out her name, thick penis swelling inside, "I'm cumming, sweetheart", hot, hot cum spurting, Dad cumming, Dad cumming! Amy climaxed, gasping and groaning as she imagined feeling Dad's semen inside her pussy. Her climax pounded through her mushrooming out from her clit to curl her toes and up to explode in her head, gasping at the intensity, Daddy cumming, hot, thick, spurting, Daddy, Daddy, oh God cumming Daddy!

It was a flash of insight. I saw it! I saw the glass bowl falling from the counter and smashing into a million little pieces over the tiled floor. It hit me as I walked into the kitchen and saw Mary at the sink. I remembered. She'd reach out for the dishwashing soap and accidentally knock the bowl down.

"Careful of the bowl, Mary!" I warned.

She swung towards me suddenly at the sound of my voice, her hand brushing the bowl. It fell exploding into a million little glittering pieces.

"Damn! Why did you scare me like that, David?"

"Sorry," I apologized sheepishly, helping Mary clean up the shattered glass. What had happened? I guess I'd startled her, but the result was the same. Hmmm.

"Mary, when you go to your doctor's appointment today, take an umbrella. It's going to pour this afternoon." I gave her a soft kiss before leaving for work.

"No it isn't," Mary replied, peering up at the sky through the kitchen window.

Mary sat at the breakfast table sipping a mug of coffee. That was the second time David had kissed her. She liked it. It was just like when they first got married. But why was he suddenly kissing her? Was he feeling guilty about something? Was he having an affair?!! No. Not David.

And what was that about an umbrella? She looked out the window again; bright sun and cloudless skies. The forecast was for clear and sunny all day.

"Hey Mom! Has Dad left already?" Amy asked. She wanted to kiss Dad on the cheek and smell his familiar aftershave. She still felt a bit aroused from last night. It had been one of the best. She wondered if she could sneak a kiss on his neck. That would be sexy. What excuse could she use?

"Yes. You're late Amy. Get your butt in gear or you'll be late for school." Mary liked the cheeky grin Amy gave her before waltzing out of the kitchen with a granola bar in hand and backpack over her shoulder. Amy was a graceful little lady now. She felt a flush of motherly pride thinking about how well she was doing in school. It was such a turnaround, all thanks to David. He'd spent countless hours helping her and Amy had absolutely blossomed from the attention.

I sat in front of the drafting board carefully marking in the HVAC system on the proposed Shiller building wondering why I bothered. We weren't going to get the commission. Shiller was going to give it to his nephew. He was only using us to keep costs in line with a competitive bid. My partners would be disappointed. What a waste of time.

My mind wandered. I knew what I was drafting; I'd done it before so I didn't have to think about it. I was worried. September was only three months away. How could I change Amy before then? A tremor of fear ran down my spine. I had to do something! I couldn't imagine going through life again without her - if my memory of events was real.

But my memory must be real. I knew what would be in the news today, I'd seen it before. Looking out the window I could see pouring rain hammering against the glass. It hadn't been in the forecast but I knew without thinking it was going to rain.

What had I done to encourage Amy? I'd been no more than a father. I'd done what any father would do. When she struggled with her school work it was only natural for me to help her. What had I done to encourage her? What was it? What was I doing? I needed to know in order to change.

Mary was pissed and soaking wet by the time she stomped into the house. Damn, should have listened to David. But how the hell had he known? Changing and toweling herself off, her mind turned to dinner. Amy would be home soon. She should prepare her a snack since Amy probably skipped lunch. Why Amy didn't care about eating she would never understand. She was far too skinny. Well, not skinny, but slight. She needed some meat on her petite frame.

"Mom? You home?"

"Here! In the kitchen." Mary laughed when Amy entered. She looked like a drowned rat with her short brown hair plastered to her head. Her big grin was contagious. Mary smiled. She saw Amy's training bra through her wet blouse. Hmm. Need to buy her a real bra this weekend; her breasts were well past training bra stage.

"Mom, did you buy me more pads? My damned period started right in the middle of math class!"

"Language, honey. Yes, up in the bathroom. Hey! Come back and have your snack!"

"In a sec, Mom. Want to change out of these wet cloths first." Why was Mom so insistent she eat a snack after school? It made her feel like she was back in kindergarten, for goodness sake.

Amy wiped herself sitting on the toilet. She looked at her pubic hair again. It was filling in nicely but way too little of it. Why couldn't it grow faster, and when would they start to curl? Her pubes made her feel so grown-up. Guys liked pubic hair, didn't they? Jeez, would Dad like it, too? While she placed the pad into the gusset of her panties, she wondered what Dad would think if he saw her pussy hair. Would he want to touch her, maybe slip his fingers through her soft pubic hair? Maybe caress her and rub her, Dad's finger finding her slit, "Very hot, sweetheart". Wow. Amy shivered. That would be so exciting.

When that first pubic hair had appeared it had thrilled her. But her period hadn't. What a pain in the ass it was. She giggled. No, what a pain in the you-know-what! With a quick final wipe through her now damp cleft, pushing just a little harder against her sensitive clit, she slipped her panties up, wiggled to get the pad positioned properly, washed her hands and headed back to the kitchen.

"Mom, what was wrong with Dad? Did you see that downpour? Was it supposed to rain today?"

Mary smiled. "I have no idea what happened to your father yesterday. He seemed fine this morning, even kissed me before leaving for work."

Shoot. I really should have come down earlier, Amy thought.

"It was weird," Mary mused aloud, passing a bowl of freshly made fruit salad to Amy.

"What, Mom?" Amy didn't feel hungry but she ate the fruit salad anyway. Mom always pestered her about eating but then she cared a lot.

"He told me to take an umbrella this morning. Weird, huh? It was almost as if he knew it was going to rain" Mary said, wondering.

"Weird," Amy agreed, taking a bit of fresh sweet pineapple.

I was distracted as I drove home, still absorbed by how I'd possibly given my daughter the wrong impression and encouraged her sexual affection, the one that was yet to happen. I wondered if it was because of the tutoring. Maybe I was too touchy-feely with Amy. But why shouldn't I hug my daughter. I was proud of her. Wait. Think David. If I do nothing differently Amy will still try to get in bed with me. But, if I change the way I treat her she'll get mad at me. It seemed like a no-win situation; very depressing.

All-in-all I decided I'd rather get through September with Amy mad at me and fix things with her in October. Yeah, that would be better. Once the danger of a repeat was passed I could lavish her with remedial attention.

"Hi, Dad!"

I hugged Amy as she held me around the waist with her head against my chest. Amy smelled so good, felt so small, a petite Mary.

"Hey you. How was school?" I gently extracted myself remembering I shouldn't be encouraging her. It was just so hard, though. I'd missed her every day for almost forty years. "Did you get caught in that rain storm?"

"Soaked, Dad. Come on, Mom's made tea."

Amy took my hand to pull me to the kitchen. She looked surprised when I pulled free.

"Um . . . I'm going to change first."

"I'm telling you, Mary, the Lakers are going to win." I was panting slightly, stretched out in bed.

"It's a fifty-fifty guess, honey. It doesn't prove you know the future."

Sweet post-orgasmic glow suffused me. I was ecstatic. I'd made love to Mary and it was just as good as I remembered. I also knew. I knew I had lived another life and was living it again! I'd made $81,553 dollars betting on the decline in the Dow, knowing it was going to sink by nine points. I remembered the headlines that shook Wall Street's confidence in the economy. We'd lost the Shiller commission just as I knew we would. I had no doubt. God had given me another chance!

A smile wouldn't go away, though. I'd forgotten how kinky Mary could be when she was aroused. Her finger up my butt was the last straw and made me cum very hard. If memory served, and I was right about this being a second chance, that was the first time I'd had sex in over two decades.

"What are you smiling about, David?" Mary asked, still basking in muscle-melting climax she'd experienced. David had been so much more attentive to her, unusually so. He'd actually taken time to bring her to an orgasm first. Her second had been almost vicious it was so strong. And God, had he cum. She could still feel it leaking out of her slowly, warm wetness slipping through her butt cheeks. He'd had so much stamina! He was most certainly not ill.

"Nothing, honey."

Just down the hall Amy was breathing deeply, feeling sleepy from her orgasm. It had hurt; she'd been surprised at the stab of pain that shot through her pussy when she accidentally pushed the vibrator too far. But Lord, when it popped in and she'd diddled her clit! She'd almost screamed from the intensity of her climax.

Julie had handed her a package at school. "Here, take this," she'd said in a quiet voice.

"What is it?"

"It's an egg" she'd replied excitedly.

"A what?" Amy had no idea what Julie was talking about.

"An egg! You know, a vibrator."

"No! Really? Where did you get it?" Holy shit. A vibrator?

"Francine got them. She wouldn't tell me how. Or where, actually."

"Have you tried it?"

"No. She just brought them today! But I'm definitely trying it tonight!"

Amy grinned. "Me too."

She'd been so, so aroused when it vibrated against her clit, gentle humming stimulation tickling at first, clit hardening, swelling, red, a flush of arousal, moisture seeping, dripping, wet butt crack, buttocks slippery against each other. She had an overwhelming desire to feel it at the opening of her vagina, pretend it was Dad. Slipping it between her labia and down her moist cleft, pushing it down and nestling it at her opening, she'd imagined it was Dad's penis, Dad's big flared head, Dad pushing wanting to penetrate her. She'd pushed the humming little toy at her opening feeling a twinge of arousing pain, Dad fucking her, God yes, Dad fucking her!

The problem was she'd shoved by mistake and boy it had hurt. But once it was inside and vibrating, gawd! And Dad was bigger! And Longer! Just imagine. She'd tweaked her clit as the egg vibrated inside her pussy pretending it was Dad's penis inside her, Dad's penis stretching her, Dad's penis stroking her itch, Daddy whispering "I love you, Amy", Daddy fucking her, God, Daddy fucking her! She'd exploded; her hips jerking with the intensity of her cum.

Shifting around to sleep, Amy blushed at the wet spot she felt on the sheet.

I saw Amy look at me over the breakfast table and it chilled me to the core. Now I knew what to look for I saw that look of puppy love. Damn! All month I'd tried to back off the touches and hugs and she'd only become more insistent. I'd sat next to Mary on the couch so there was no room on my other side and Amy had sat in my lap, "shove over Dad". It seemed nothing I did had any impact on her. The more I tried to distance myself subtly, the closer she tried to get.

"Tell me again, Dad. Why are you not going to church tomorrow? I don't understand."

"Yes, David. I don't think I understand either," Mary added.

"Honey, Amy, it's simple. The church does not preach what God believes."

"And since when did you decide that, David? You're the one that insisted we go to church at least once a month if I remember," Mary asked. This was yet another example of David's strange behaviour. He'd been so insistent he could predict the future; almost desperate in his attempts to convince her, departing comments in the mornings on some event or another. And while it was true he'd made a rather startling profit on the stock markets recently, she didn't quite see it as prescience.

"Mary. I've simply realized that God wouldn't agree to some of the doctrine the church is preaching."

"Like what, Dad?" This was interesting Amy thought. What had changed?

"I don't want to talk about it right now, guys." How exactly could I explain a conversation with God? They'd have me in an institution and throw away the key before I could sneeze.

"Dad? Does that mean we don't have to go either?"

Amy's grin was far too happy.

"David! What did you do to Amy? She's in tears!"

I watched Mary storm into the den. She looked angry; probably deservedly so. I felt like a rat myself. When Amy had hugged me tightly, I felt her small breasts against my stomach and suddenly I was terrified. Nothing seemed to be working and it was mid August already! Shoving her away from me so violently was a mistake, but I'd done it without thinking, driven by fear.

"Did you really shove her, David? She's devastated for God's sake. What the hell came over you?!!"

"Sorry Mary. I don't know what happened." This whole situation was getting out of hand. I was so confused. It seemed even when I knew something was going to happen I couldn't change it, no matter what I did.

I knew Mary was going to have an accident in the car. Only a fender-bender, but still. I'd taken her car keys that day! My ears were still ringing from her phone call at work when she found out. Yet somehow, instead of that day, she'd had the accident the next day. Amy was just as frustrating. I'd grounded her for no reason, according to her. But I remembered coming home to find Amy with a nice shiner from softball, an ugly bluish-purple eye that looked painful. I remembered it exceptionally well, August 17th. I'd been so upset I'd threatened to sue the school. By grounding her, preventing her from going to the game, I thought she would avoid being hurt. Yet there she was, black eye and all, the next week. Damn!

"David, get up there and apologize to Amy. Make it right or so help me God . . .!"

Man my wife was ferociously protective; just like a lioness of her cubs. "Okay, okay. I'll try." I felt like a shit.

"Amy?" I called out, knocking gently at her door. "Amy? Can I come in?"

When I got no response I went in anyway. Bloody hell David, look what you've done! Amy was curled up on her bed crying. It tore at my heart.

I sat on the bed with Amy's back to me and put my hand on her shoulder. I didn't like the feeling of her shaking it off.

"Amy honey, I'm sorry." It didn't seem to help. I tried again. "Really, honey, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

Fifteen minutes of apologies didn't make a dent. Amy was very, very unhappy with me. Maybe it was for the best.

"I tried Mary. She wouldn't even look at me," I told Mary sheepishly.

"Men! Jesus, David."

And with that, my angry wife left the room and headed upstairs. What was I supposed to do? I was no longer worried, I was terrified. It was like watching a train charging towards me and I could only stand frozen to the spot, unable to move.

It had taken a day for Amy to forgive me and return to hugs and cuddles; longer for Mary to forgive me. I'd felt guilty. Another week lost. Damn.

I'd dwelled on it, obsessed about it. How could I change the course of events? I'd had no luck so far. Knowledge of events in no way meant I could alter them. I'd tried and failed so many times. It seemed I could only delay something. Eventually it would happen. Depression began to hound me.

Mary wondered what was up with her husband. Every day he was becoming shorter tempered; very unlike him. She'd never seen David have a drink during the week and yet, there he was sitting in the dark unlit den with a Scotch in hand. Even Amy was starting to worry.

"Mom, something's wrong with Dad?"

"How so, Amy?"

"He's gone half the time. It's like he's somewhere else. Have you noticed how he sometimes looks like he's seen a ghost? It's like that time he was sick; in the hall, remember?"

"I remember. There's something on his mind. I just don't know what. He doesn't make any sense taking about destiny and influencing events." Mary worried. David seemed erratic. Was he having a crisis?

"He's always angry with me Mom. Have I done anything wrong? Is he disappointed in me? I'm trying really hard."

"Good Lord no, honey!" Looking at her daughter, seeing the depth of her worry and sadness in her beautiful eyes, did it. She was going to have a talk with David and he was going to explain himself come hell or high water.

"David . . . David! Look at me!" Damn, why was he just sitting staring into space? "It enough okay? You'd better start talking buster. We've had enough. You even have Amy upset now and you know I will NOT take you upsetting her. Talk buster!"

Lordy I loved her when she was angry. That fire in her eyes and the frown was so damned sexy. I used to laugh at her when she was so angry. I would always picture her stamping her foot and I'd crack up every time. She'd get angrier at my laughter and then start laughing too. I missed that. By the look of her this wasn't one of those times. But what to say?

Only one thing to say, really. The truth.

"Okay Mary. Sit down and take a breath. I'm going to tell you, but you won't believe anything I say."

It took a while and the expression on her face told me I'd been right.

"You think you spoke to God? Are you nuts David?" Jesus, of all the things she'd thought, business going broke, being sued, insider trading, even some serious illness, she'd never imagined this rubbish.

"Mary, it sounds totally crazy. I know. But it happened."

"Are you honestly sitting there and telling me to my face that Amy tried to get in bed with you? That God spoke to you? That you're back for a second chance????" Her voice rose in pitch and volume.

Shit! I knew she'd never believe it. I wouldn't if she told me! Wait! Wait! Maybe there is a way. "Mary, what if I could prove it? Would you believe me then?"

Why was David sticking to this? Fine. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and see just how crazy he'd become. She should talk to Dr. Grayson. Maybe she'd book an appointment for next week.

"Okay David. Prove it."

"Give me one week. Here's what I am going to do. I'm going to write a list tonight of things that are going to happen next week. If they don't, you can take me to the funny farm and I'll go. But if they do, you have to sit down and talk to me. I'm scared, Mary. I don't want to lose Amy and you again. I couldn't take it."

Mary really believed David was scared. It showed. But Jesus. "Okay. Write the list."

I sat for several hours thinking. What would convince Mary? Finally I made a list. I included world events, political events, local news that I could remember and Bill Cavanaugh, an acquaintance, passing away. I added Amy's test score for Spanish as well, just for good measure.

"Here."

Mary made passionate love to her husband, almost desperate love as she tried to bring him closer, the worry nagging at the back of her mind. Was she losing her husband? Was he losing it? As she sat astride him with his incredibly filling erection buried deep inside, she moved her hips back and forth letting her clitoris scrape on his groin, his penis rubbing deep, pulsing, filling her, exciting her.

Hands on his chest, she slowly increased the pace, staring at David. He was such a handsome man, gentle and caring. The silver at his temples made him look so distinguished; it stood out from his dark hair so well. She started long up and down movements, letting his erection almost slip out before reversing. Driven by a fear of him changing into someone else, someone she didn't know, she wanted him deeper, closer, deeper David deeper, God so good, so good. Slowly her pace increased as her determination increased. She wasn't going to lose him! She wouldn't let that happen!

Slamming down on his erection so hard she saw stars and felt spikes of pain he was penetrating her so deep, wonderful pain, thick inside her, slipping, sliding, rubbing her, fire inside, harder, harder David harder. Her butt moved faster, harder, tears prickling her eyes from the masochistic pain. She moved harder, pain spiking through her, almost self punishment, slamming into his groin, got to hold on to him, got to, got to, harder David harder, God so deep.

Her climax tore through her, a blinding flash exploding inside. She gasped, cried out with tears falling down her cheeks when she felt David cum, his erection flexing, pulsing, his warm semen flooding her. She slammed down trying to get his penis tight to her womb, feeling his semen pulse hotly into her, hot, spurting, swelling, spurting, fill me David, fill me, please fill me.

Down the hall in a smaller room on a single bed Amy lay back, naked except for her sexiest panties, the ones she dreamed of showing Dad. Her imagination took flight. I'll help, Dad. I can make you feel better.

She gently cupped her small breasts feeling the slope, the firmness, and a spark of arousal. She squeezed gently, nipples tingling, soft firm breasts, so supple, oh yes, nice. Her fingertips pinched sensitive nipples, tightening, pulling, another flush of arousal, clitoris swelling, hardening, passion building. She squeezed again, nipples aching, tugging, Dad sucking them, Dad licking them, Dad liking, Dad moaning, "Perfect Amy, delicious". Moisture gathered, another flush of arousal when she clasped her thighs together, pressure on her clit, Dad touching, Dad caressing, wet for you Daddy.

Slipping her hand down, she cupped her pussy, soft satin Dad, do you like my panties? Gently she caressed her mound, silky pubic hair underneath, Dad caressing her, Dd's warm hand massaging, pressing, "so sexy, Darling". She drew her finger along her pantie-clad slit, a sharp stab of arousal, Dad making her hot, Dad touching her.

Panting, she slipped her fingers under the waist, slipped them over her mound, fingers combing through silky-soft little pubic hairs, down, down further, oh God Dad, there, yes there, Dad touching her clit, Dad rubbing gently, probing, teasing, wet, wet, panties wet, down Dad, down further please.

Her hips twitched when she felt her opening, wet, Dad fingering her and finding her entrance, circling her opening, Dad easing in, deeper Dad, oh, so hot, soft, velvety, Dad's finger probing, Dad's finger pushing, yes Dad deeper. Her finger was joined by a second, stretching her, a spike of pain, stroking, wet slurping sounds, harder Dad, faster Dad, so close, so close, "cum for Daddy, Amy". Fingers thrusting, pleasure erupted with a gasp, her body heaving, Daddy! Fingers thrusting, she curled up, rolling to her side. Cumming Daddy!

Mary's fears started with surprise. When the first of David's predictions came true she wondered. Her surprise mounted when more and more came to pass. Her fear started on the third day and was complete when Bill Cavanaugh suffered a heart attack and passed away.

She sat in the kitchen, phone still in hand, shocked at the news. Suddenly she was scared. Jesus maybe David was telling the truth! How? Oh no! If he is, what about Amy!

She was convinced, utterly convinced when Amy came home from school on Friday waving a test at her.

"Look Mom. Ninety-six! I got an A in Spanish! Dad's going to be so proud, si?" she said with an impish grin.

That evening as we lay in bed Mary and I talked. Finally she believed me.

"I'll have a chat with Amy," Mary said. She'd talk to Amy, convince her not to think of her father, deal with her crush, if she had one; forbid it.

"It might not help. Wouldn't it embarrass her and make her leave just the same? Would she even admit to it?" I asked.

"No. I guess not. But if what you say is true, how do we change her?"

"I don't know, Mary. Nothing I've done seems to work."

"Well then try harder," Mary stated with conviction.

We spooned. I kissed Mary on the cheek with a flush of love and desire. I felt her respond, her invitation, a small push back of her naked bottom into my groin. My penis twitched when I cupped one of Mary's full breasts, feeling her nipple firm up under my caress, my penis thickening, lengthening, straightening, slipping up along the sexy crease of her closed thighs.

Caressing her soft full breast and gently rubbing her nipple, Mary moved her ass away and my erection popped up to slip into her crotch and rest against her pussy. She moved her sexy ass back, soft pubic hair tickling the tip of my cock, silky skin gently holding, warm labia. As I caressed her breast she moved her ass slowly, sensually, soft pubic hair caressing me, thighs tightly pressed together, warmth, slowly becoming moist, labia spreading to encompass the head and shaft in a sensuous caress. I throbbed as she gently arched and pushed back again, labia hot, damp, slippery, my penis kissing her vagina.

With a slow wiggle of her butt my erection slipped into her damp embrace, snug, hot, exciting. I pushed, sliding in smoothly, velvet heat surrounding me, pulsing, throbbing, gentle clenches massaging, sweet buttocks in my groin, soft wonderful buttocks undulating against me.

Taking my hand from her breast I held her still slim, curvaceous hip, pulling her, sinking deep, velvety softness caressing my erection, penis throbbing, hard, very hard. Gradually I pulled back, erection sliding deliciously, back, back further, flared ridge emerging. With the tip at her opening I thrust suddenly, pulling her hip back, pulling her bottom back, thrusting hard, sinking in fast, deep, deep, buttocks slapping against me, Mary gasping. Moaning I pulled back slowly, erection sliding out teasingly, vagina gripping to hold me in, clasping, trying stop my withdrawal. The flared ridge of my crown emerged, I paused. I waited. I waited for her reaction, the reaction that always excited me.

"Jesus, David, now for Christ sake!" Mary was aching. What's he waiting for? Jesus Christ, shove David, shove!

I felt her twitch, her bottom push. I thrust hard, hard, sinking fast and deep, velvety walls parting, groaning, pulling her hip, pulling her, shoving hard, all the way. Mary's buttocks clenched. Her hand covered mine on her hip. She grunted and the dam opened. Suddenly we were fucking, long strokes, hard strokes, bodies slapping, thrusting, withdrawing, fucking, fucking hard, Mary groaning, arching back, curling her back, pushing her soft bottom to get me deeper. We fucked with long strokes, faster, harder, faster, faster, desire burning, need building, chasing sweet release. I felt my orgasm, pressure and heaviness, penis swelling painfully. With a vicious thrust deep into her vagina semen burned up my shaft, head swelled, and semen exploded painfully, pleasure erupting. Mary cried out. We fucked, thrusting, clenching, spurting, warm thick cum pulsing out. Bodies slapping, we came together, came hard in a passionate disarray, wildly thrashing, spurting, cumming, so beautiful, sweet release.

Spooning each other, too drained to move, sleep slinked in.

Mary watched Amy carefully with new knowledge, a new awareness. She kicked herself mentally when she saw the signs, Amy's smile, puppy love in her eyes. How could she have missed it? She saw the good morning kiss linger, the deep inhalation. She saw the good night kiss linger. She saw the full body hug. She saw nipples poking and the slight flush in Amy's cheeks. She saw Amy through new eyes.

"Try harder, David," she instructed with intensity, after Amy had gone to bed.

It had been a tiring and frustrating day at work. My partners wouldn't believe me when I told them not to waste precious company resources on another bid. We were going to lose it anyway. We argued for the first time.

"Honey, what else would you have me do? You've seen what happens when I shove her away."

"But it's a week away!" Mary said stridently, stress in her voice.

"I'll go Mary. I'll go away."

"And how will that help, David? Didn't you say it only delayed the inevitable? Remember my car accident? Amy's black eye? Will you stay away forever?"

God I didn't want to. But, if that was the only choice. "Yes."

"I WON'T allow it David. I won't. We'll figure something out. We'll fix this!" Destroy the family? Lose David? Hurt Amy? Never! There HAS to be a way.

In her room, Amy slipped her cotton panties down her coltish legs to mid thigh, her nipples still hard from rubbing them against Dad. She'd blushed slightly when she thought Mom had spotted her. But Dad's hand caressing her back, oh Dad. He more than liked her. She knew it, his hug, the way he pulled her to him and kissed her crown. Yes, Dad loved her.

Her hands softly stroked her body with familiarity. A much-used daydream began with the first spark of arousal, Dad touching her, loving her, arousing her, his hands soft on her tummy, on her sides, caressing her. She felt her arousal, moistness, nipples tightening, heaviness in her pussy, Dad cupping her, loving her. Her palms teased her nipples, hardening, aching, needing squeezing. She tweaked her sensitive nipples, Dad licking them, Dad sucking them.

Rolling onto her front, she raised her bottom, knees under, legs spread. Reaching underneath she teased her clit, rubbing gently, "sexy bottom Amy. I love it", dad caressing her bottom, "gorgeous baby, so sexy", Dad's erection touching her, wet and slippery, Dad groaning at her heat, her moisture, excited by how she curled her bum up for him. Her fingers slid through her inflamed cleft, Dad holding her hips, Dad's erection sliding closer, closer. Her fingers probed her damp opening. She sighed. Dad's thick erection poised, nestled, ready. Now Dad, I'm ready. She groaned, her finger probing into her slippery pussy, Dad penetrating her, slit spreading, stretching, "You're so wet Amy, I love it". Her fingers thrust in, back arching, Dad thrusting, penetrating, Dad's erection big, pushing deep, yes Dad yes, there, the ache is there.

Hips moving, fingers pushed deep, Dad fucking her, "oh Amy, my love". Amy's climax erupted, heat rushing through her body, tummy cramping, Daddy spurting, swelling, spurting inside, I'm cumming Daddy! Oh God, cumming Daddy!

Three days! Three days! Mary was becoming terrified. David kept telling her things that would happen and they did! Every one! What could she do? She was frantic, searching and probing. She wouldn't give in. NEVER!

"David."

I glanced at my wife sitting up stiff in bed next to me. Mary had been so distracted tonight. I could see her fear; I felt it too. I'd decided. I'd decided to leave, permanently if need be.

"Mary, we can't risk it. I'm leaving."

"NO! You're not. You're going to let her. You have to let her David; have sex with Amy." She'd decided. It was the only way to keep her family, keep Amy safe, keep David near. The only way! But . . . even if Amy did sleep with her father, Lord, she might feel so ashamed afterwards. What if guilt assailed her after? It would feel just as bad as being rejected. She might still run away in shame! That wouldn't do.

"No. No you're not going to have sex with her," she said.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Mary came to her senses. "I'll go tomo . . ."

"No David. That's not what I mean. If she does it, what's to stop her regretting it? What happens if she's ashamed, embarrassed? What happens if she can't face you or me after? She might still run away!

"No. It can't work like that. It's up to you David. You have to protect her from those feelings. You have to!" Mary insisted.

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

Yes, that was the only way. She looked at David sitting next to her in bed. Such a good man. Yes, it was the only way.

"David," she said softly, "you have to seduce her, love her, make love to her. It's the only way. It's the only way we can be sure she feels good about it, not ashamed or embarrassed. It's the only way," she insisted. "You have to pursue her."

I remembered the agony when Amy died, the scar in my soul. I remembered the horror in Mary's eyes, the pain of loss. I remembered her disintegration, no longer the strong woman I loved, her hatred that found an outlet with me. No, I couldn't let it happen again. I just couldn't.

"Are you sure Mary? Do you understand what you're saying?"

Her eyes softened. "Yes. I do. You have to David."

She pulled David to her, shaking, suddenly needing reassurance, needing to feel him inside her, loving her, joined to her, cumming in her. It was a powerful need, a desire to hold on to her husband. Hands trembling, she stroked his penis sighing as she felt it thicken and lengthen. She teased the tip, arousal stirring as she felt his penis harden, stiffen, moaning softly as she felt his precum, her clit tingling.

She kissed him passionately, hard, desperately, tongue pushing, forceful. Deep inside she felt an ache mushroom, wanting his erection inside, deep, massage that ache, assuaging her fear. Her breath caught when David kissed her sensitive nipples, licked, sucked, a flush of moisture forcing her to squeeze her thighs together, a stab of sexual heat pulsing through her body. Now, she needed David now. Make me feel good David, help me.

Pulling away, she rose to her hands and knees. No words needed. No discussion. A decision had been made.

My erection was painfully hard when Mary moved, her full breasts hanging down, gorgeous cones, sharp nipples. Rising, I settled behind, her gorgeous ass rounded and shapely, curved buttocks, sexy tear-drop shaped pussy framed between sexy closed thighs, pubic hair, inner labia flowering open, inviting and beautiful. Holding my breath, I felt her moisture on my tip and watched avidly as her labia parted, crown sinking, heat, moisture, velvet, sensual soft velvet enveloping me. I pushed, vaginal walls caressing me, a silky embrace welcoming me. Desire and need drove me. I pushed again, slipping into heaven.

"Deeper, David. Please, deeper," she whispered, pushing back.

Groaning, I felt her very end kiss my erection, her sensual rounded buttocks nestled into my groin, erection throbbing, held in a velvety snug moist sheath, expanding, straining, my need painful, deliciously painful. Caressing her wonderful buttocks, I explored their familiar contours, so firm with Mary bent in this position. She squeezed me inside, tight. Holding her waist we began to move, slow withdrawal, flared ridge appearing, slow thrust, vagina parting, warm, velvety, smooth. Leaning over her I reached under her to hold her full sexy breasts, stroking in, out, in, out. Our pace increased when I tugged rigid nipples, her ass shoving back against me, deep, deep, her very end kissing me.

Our passion burned, strokes faster, faster, long strokes, fucking each other, pleasure intensifying. I felt my climax gather, heaviness, tightness. Mary came with a jerk, "Now David," and my climax bloomed. Thrusting, fucking with short hard thrusts, so close . . . oh God! Cum exploded viciously, pleasure thundering, cumming beautifully, deep, deep, very deep. I came, hot semen flooding my tip, thrusting, desperate, pleasure exploding, cumming, cumming.

"Dad, you're home! It's early."

I hugged Amy tight when I came back from work. Friday. Last day. I felt her small breasts against me and ran my hands gently over her back. Such a petite and sweet girl. I smiled after giving her a lingering kiss on her cheek.

"Hey, Amy." It felt good to relax around her.

Amy felt Dad's hands rub her back. It felt so good. He hadn't been doing it for too long. But his kiss on her cheek, Dad's smell and soft lips, warm lips, oh Dad. "Mom's in the kitchen. Come on." She liked his hand on her shoulder as he walked with her. "She's making lasagna for dinner tonight."

"Mmm, my favorite." I hadn't realized just how small her shoulder was. A flicker of doubt passed through my mind. Amy was small, too small.

"David, you're home early. Is everything okay?" Mary asked. When she noticed Amy's eyes shining, a small stab of jealousy hit before she remembered. She felt it again as she admired David, so distinguished, so handsome in her eyes. But there was something in his look, something troubling him. Later, she'd figure it out later.

I let my hand slip down Amy's back to rest lightly on the beginning swell of her small jean-clad bottom. Petite and firm. I felt a hint of arousal when she pushed herself into my hand. A flicker of doubt passed through my mind, Amy was so petite.

Amy felt Dad's hand almost on her bottom. She wished he'd put his hand lower, maybe fondle her bum, the though bringing on a sudden flush of arousal.

Dinner was good, lasagna perfect, garlic bread crusty. Mary chatted while assessing. She thought David still looked somewhat apprehensive for some reason. Amy was glowing; David, caressing her cheek and wiping the breadcrumb from her, brought a rosy flush to her face. My oh my, my daughter's so pretty, Mary thought with pride. She felt another small stab of jealousy when she considered Amy having sex with her husband, and surprising her, a tingle of arousal. Hmmm. That's new.

I caressed Amy's arm gently as we sat watching TV. I could feel the soft, immature hairs on her arm. Her arm was so slender I could have circled it with my hand. Looking down, I noticed for the first time how sexy the swell of little breasts was; just enough to tease. I felt a twinge of arousal and a flicker of doubt. Amy's so small, so petite.

"What's wrong David?"

Mary's face in the crook of my shoulder turned up to look at me, one knee over my leg, full breast pressed to my side, her soft rounded bare bottom in my hand. She looked relaxed for the first time in weeks.

"You aren't having second thoughts are you?" Oh no! He can't back out now. It's tomorrow!

"No . . . Well yes."

"David, you have to!"

"It's just . . . It's just . . . Amy's so small, Mary. She's not mature enough. She's too young. She's so small, Mary."

Mary breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness that was all he was worried about. "David, honey, she's not too young. Amy's being having her periods for several months."

"Really? But even so . . ."

"Honey, what's really bothering you?" Mary asked quietly.

What was bothering me was Amy. At twelve she seemed too young, too small. I couldn't imagine sex with her. How could she possibly take an adult penis? It would tear her apart, hurt her. "It's . . . Isn't Amy too small? I mean, wouldn't it damage her? You know . . ."

Ah, so that's it. He's worried about hurting Amy. "Okay, David. Let me tell you some things. Maybe it will ease your concern.

"When I was twelve, I also had periods, just like Amy. So, even if I don't know exactly what Amy's feeling, I can tell you from my perspective."

She let her hand rest on David's flaccid penis. "When you're twelve, you're not fully grown even though you're maturing. Hormones are raging through you. Every small thing can seem sexy. At that age you dream of your knight in shining armor sweeping you off your feet. When I was twelve, I knew all about sex; I knew all about the mechanics of intercourse. I also played with myself at night dreaming of a boy I liked or a movie star.

"For me, I dreamed of him cuddling me, feeling his warm body next to mine. I'd dream of him kissing me gently and then more passionately. I hadn't kissed a boy using tongue at that age, but I imagined it. It would make my pussy throb.

"I'd get excited just thinking of a boy touching my boobs. It would make my nipples hard and ache. I'd dream of him caressing them and then slipping his hand under my shirt to feel my bra while he'd whisper he loved me. Yet, I'd be worried, too. I thought my boobs were too small for anyone to really like them.

"I had pubic hair at twelve, but worried it looked too little girlish. You see it was only a light dusting on my pussy. It really didn't hide anything and the hair was more straight then curly. I always thought it made me look too young, too much like the virgin I was. I so wanted to be sexy.

"But in my dream the boy would tell me how exciting my small boobs were and how much he'd like to see and touch them. It would make my nipples sensitive and ache. I'd pretend he was touching me by slipping my hand under my pajama top, touching myself, rubbing my nipples and pulling them gently, pretending it was my boyfriend sucking them. It always made me moist, sort of a flush of heat in my pussy."

She felt David's penis twitch slightly.

"I'd touch myself. I'd imagine it was my boyfriend slipping his hand inside my panties. He'd whisper how sexy I was and how good my pussy felt and how much he wanted me, just me. I'd tickle my clit dreaming of him slipping my panties off. In my dreams, my boyfriend would always tell me how beautiful my pussy was and how excited it made him."

She felt David's penis thicken.

"I'd touch myself and probe the entrance to my vagina imagining it was my boyfriend. I'd always get quite wet and wonder how good it would feel to have a penis inside me; to actually have sex."

She felt his penis lengthen and grow rigid under her hand. She felt moisture herself as she imagined it pushing at Amy's little pussy.

"What you have to remember is at twelve, we're still quite small. But we stretch. At twelve we are physically capable of intercourse, although it can hurt when you're stretched so much. But a twelve-year-old can definitely be penetrated."

She held David's erection in her hand, gently squeezing the rigid, thick shaft, her thumb teasingly caressing the tip. A pulse of excitement in her pussy made her heart jump when she pictured David's erection spreading Amy, stretching her little pussy. She shuddered slightly and clenched her thighs.

"The important part is to make sure Amy is really wet. Take time to get her really aroused. It will make it much easier for you to penetrate her. Kiss her deeply, tell her you love her and want her. Caress her small breasts, maybe kiss them. If you're gentle at first you can suck on them. Try oral stimulation of her pussy. It always makes me really hot. You should lick and suck gently on her clit. It will be small, but if you stimulate her enough you'll feel it harden.

"Don't expect to see her inner labia like mine, they're still underdeveloped at her age. When you get her aroused enough, her pussy will have dilated slightly. Tell her how much you want her, how sexy her little breasts are and how excited you are by her pussy, and how desirable it is, before you try to penetrate her. The thing to remember is she'll feel the pain of penetration. It will stretch her a lot. But if you've made her really aroused the pain will actually feel good; especially if you tell her you've dreamed of making love with her.

"The other thing to keep in mind is you'll only be able to penetrate her three or four inches at first. But her vagina will lengthen when she's excited so if you are careful and go slow and ease into her gently, eventually you should be able to get five inches inside her vagina. But don't press too hard or rush, David. Talk to her, tell her how good she feels, how soft and snug her pussy is, how much you love it. Just remember when you feel a hard rubbery feeling on the tip of your penis you've gone in all the way to her cervix. She'll feel really full and stretched so take your time; the more aroused she is the better it will be for her.

"But remember she's young. She'll be tight . . . sort of like this." Mary squeezed David's throbbing erection hard.

I came, explosively, hot semen spitting out onto my stomach as Mary squeezed and relaxed her grip, stroking me. I came hard as I pictured my erection penetrating my daughter. I came hard, flashes of pleasure with every painful spurt. I came hard.

"Amy? Amy?" Mary called up the stairs.

"Yeah Mom?"

"I'm off. I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay?"

She heard Amy yell back. "Okay Mom. Have fun."

"David, I'll see you tomorrow morning. Be gentle, okay? And remember, make it special for her. You have to make her feel so wonderful she'll never have regrets. I've left the letter in the drawer in the bedside table."

Kissing David deeply, Mary left. She'd decided it would be better if she wasn't home; easier for Amy. As she drove to Margie's place, a dear friend she was going to spend the night with, she had mixed emotions. Part of her was worried David would do something stupid, even though he was so considerate. He had this habit of putting his foot in his mouth every so often. Part of her was scared; what if it made no difference? What if fate was fate? Part of her was jealous of having to share her husband. What if he found Amy more attractive? What if he found her youth more arousing and appealing? How would their relationship change? But another part of her was horny, surprisingly so. The mental picture of David making love to Amy somehow turned her on. She hadn't really figured out why.

Sitting at the kitchen table, a tremor of fear went through me. I remembered Mary leaving to have a girl's night out with Margie in my other life. History was repeating itself. It was Saturday back then, just like now. We hadn't changed anything! I remember puttering around the house. I'd replayed today over and over for years, agonizing about what I could have done differently.

I had to change fate. I had to! Instead of puttering around, I'd take Amy out for the day. We'd do everything differently and change fate!

"Amy?" I yelled, suddenly spurred to action.

"Yeah?"

"Let's spend the day together. How about we go out or something?"

"Really? Okay! I'll be right down."

Amy suddenly felt a surge of excitement. Spend all day alone with Dad! Quickly she stripped off her jeans and sweat top. Digging through her dresser she pulled out her sexy panties and tugged off her cotton ones, slipping satin bikini panties up, sleek white satin glimmering in the morning sun, wiggling her bum until they hugged her bottom and pussy. Yes, perfect. A matching little bra mom had bought her, nipples poking, sleek satin hugging her small boobs. Yup, good.

A coral blouse and short powder blue pleated skirt completed her outfit.

"Are you coming, Amy?"

"Be right there, Dad!"

A quick brush of her hair, check out how her behind looked in the mirror, study her front, a quick blush at seeing her nipples poke, and she headed downstairs.

My daughter! Good lord, that's my daughter! She took my breath away with her sweet, lovely face, silk blouse, and pleated skirt. My lord! I'd never noticed how much she'd grown. I couldn't help my body's reaction at feeling the firmness of petite young breasts against me when I hugged her. That's my daughter!

"You're beautiful, honey."

"Thanks Dad." Amy felt heat in her cheeks at the love in Dad's eyes, his compliment. Dad likes! "So where are we going?"

"Well, since you're so beautiful, I want to be seen with you. Show off. Let's parade through the mall. I'll even buy you something." Amy glowed. I swear she glowed; she looked so, so happy. Pretty, my little girl was pretty!

It was while I was walking through the mall, hand in hand, that I felt the first draw, the first tug of attraction. It was standing in front of the jewelers store watching her face when I agreed to buy the small ring for her. It was the way she looked at me, love, shining eyes. It was her shriek of delight and her tight, tight hug, "I love you, Daddy." Amy was very attractive.

It was eating lunch in the restaurant watching her inspect the ring on her finger between bites, her glow, her secret smile, and seeing where she'd put it; her ring finger, left hand, as if pretending. I was very attracted.

It was gently rubbing her blouse, feeling her bra strap on her petite back and thinking of opening it, when excitement began to stir in me. It was sitting having a coffee in mid-afternoon, reaching out and brushing her soft brown hair behind a small ear that I wondered what it might be like to kiss her earlobe, and her delicate neck. It was wondering what my daughter would smell like when I kissed her neck. It was cupping her cheek and telling her I loved her that I knew; I knew I wanted to make love with my sweet little girl.

And it was watching my daughter laugh, giggle, and put her arm around my waist like a lover when we strolled in the early evening that I knew I wasn't going to wait for fate. I wasn't going to wait for her advance, for her to make the first move.

It was smiling at each other, her undivided adoration over an early dinner when I knew beyond a doubt, excitement thrilling me, I was going to take Amy home and seduce her, make love to her. I wasn't going to wait. I could see it; her desire plain to see in her shining eyes, dreamy expression, intent look, her adoration.

Amy felt like she was in a dream walking on air. Dad was so attentive and so handsome. His little touches sent chills through her. Her nipples were tender, sore from being hard for so long. She felt moisture in her panties when Dad reached across and brushed her hair behind her ear. Dad's look! Dad wanted her! She almost swooned when he told her he loved her! She saw real love, grown up love. Oh, Dad.

But her knees went weak and she almost collapsed when he stopped walking to the car, pulled her against him, held her waist, looked down at her, looked deeply, bent and kissed her gently; soft, warm lips, aftershave, lips moving, head tilting, kissing Daddy, touching Daddy's lips with her tongue.

"I love you, Dad," she said in the car. She liked his big smile, so attractive and sexy.

"I love you too, Amy."

"No Dad. I mean I love you," she said more earnestly.

"I know, honey. I understood what you meant."

I couldn't believe how excited I was. I couldn't believe how sensual it had been to kiss my daughter and feel her small sexy tongue on my lips. The thought of sex with Amy was now thrilling me. Inside, deep inside, I wished Mary was with us. I wished she was part of this. I wished it was the whole family, open and honest.

Wait. Why not? Would she? I pulled over. "Just need to make a call, Amy."

Stepping out of the car, I pulled out the cell phone and dialed.

"Oh, hi Margie. It's David. Could I speak to Mary?"

A few seconds passed. "Mary?"

"What's wrong, David? Did something happen?" Her voice sounded almost panicky.

"No, no. Listen. This is going to sound nuts to you. You're probably going to be shocked and tell me to go to hell, but I want the whole family together, all three of us. I want you to be part of everything, honey. Just think. All of us at ease, open and honest. We'd be sure there was no embarrassment or regrets that way, not for you, Amy or me."

There was silence on the line.

"Mary?"

Mary froze when David talked. Part of her was shocked. But a bigger part of her was relieved that David still wanted her, that he cared. An even bigger part of her felt a stir of arousal, the same stir she'd felt when discussing with David how to approach sex with her daughter. Mary blushed furiously when she realized she had a voyeuristic streak; it turned her on! The thought of watching David and Amy turned her on!

"David, are you at home?"

"No. We were just on our way there."

"Okay. When you get home, give Amy my note. I'll meet you there."

My pants were tight. I'd developed and erection at Mary's response. The concept of all of us sexually involved struck chord in me.

"What was it, Dad?" Amy wondered why Dad had to make a call and to whom?

"I called your mom. She's coming home."

Amy's excitement drained away. Her pleasure and anticipation faded. Mom? Home? No! It's not fair. Things were going so well.

I saw the disappointment on Amy's face plain as day when she plunked herself down on the living room sofa, her shoulders slumped, the excitement drained from her expression.

"Wait right here, honey," leaving her to fetch Mary's note.

I handed it to Amy. I had no idea what Mary had written, only that she'd made me promise to give it to her after we'd made love.

Amy opened the note and started reading.

Amy honey,

I know how you feel about your father. I know how much you want him to love you like a lady, the young lady you've become.

I know how much it means to you and if I thought I could dissuade you I would have tried. But I know you. When your heart's set on something, there's no dissuading you.

You need to know something. I love you. You're the most important person in the world to me. I love your father. He's the best man I know. I love you both so much.

So you need to believe me when I tell you, whatever happens, whatever happened, no matter what, Amy, you have my love and blessing. It's okay. I'm okay. No regrets okay? Never regrets.

I love you,

Mom

Amy was confused. It sounded like Mom was accepting her desire for Dad, even endorsing it. So why was Mom coming home?

"Dad?" She handed the note to him, watching as a glitter of moisture formed in his eyes.

I saw Amy's confusion. The note touched a deep part of me. I loved Mary so much. Before I could explain the front door opened, Mary came rushing in, out of breath.

Mary saw her daughter sitting on the couch with confusion in her face and David standing with her note in his hand. On tiptoes she kissed David softly on his cheek. "Wait here," she whispered.

Reaching out, she took Amy's hand, tugged gently, "Come," she instructed and led her confused daughter upstairs. Sitting side by side in Amy's room she gazed at her daughter, so sweet, so young, her body striving to achieve maturity, yet still barely pubescent.

"Amy, you read my note?"

"Uh-huh."

"I know what you want, sweetheart. I know what, deep inside, you want. You want your dad. I understand. But I have to ask, are you sure?"

Amy felt the heat in her cheeks. Even having read Mom's note she was embarrassed. But she was so sure that she wanted Dad's love. She nodded yes.

Mary thought the blush only made Amy more sweetly attractive. She hoped David found it attractive too. If not, things could still go wrong. "Okay then. You have my blessing. Are you still a virgin?"

"Um, I think so, Mom. I broke my cherry by mistake. Does that mean I'm not anymore?"

Mary smiled. "No, honey, you're still a virgin. Do you know the mechanics of sex? Do you know what's involved in making love, what the difference is between the two?"

"No. Not really. I know all about sex and stuff. But how is making love different? Isn't that sex?"

"No, honey. Sex is wonderful with the right partner, but making love is amazing. It's more than the physical act, it's mental too. It's the feeling of loving someone so much that sometimes you ache inside."

Mary took a deep breath; she was aroused at the thought of David making love to Amy, a familiar heaviness in her loins. "I'd like to ask you a favor, Amy. I'd like to be there when I share him with you. I'd like to help. I want it to be as special as it can be for you. Would you let me?"

Amy felt her arousal return. Mom was letting her! Dad, tonight! She didn't feel any embarrassment at Mom's request. Her mind was filled with Dad.

"Okay. I don't mind," she said, shivering in excitement.

They huddled, talked, laughed, and giggled. Experience talked, youth listened in amazement.

I was feeling nervous. I heard faint laughter and giggles from upstairs. What were they doing? Had Mary changed Amy's mind? Why did that thought disappoint me?

"Hey you guys!" I called out, starting up the stairs.

"We won't be long, David. Stay there. Have a drink. I'll be down in a while."

Sipping a Scotch, I felt uncomfortable. My erection had waned and the dampness in my underwear was cool, it didn't feel good. She did say "I'll be down", not "we". I felt disappointment at the thought Mary might have changed Amy's mind. I'd found Amy's sweet shyness far more desirable than I'd expected. Her youth, her budding pubescence was surprisingly attractive. I wanted to make love to my daughter and that surprised me. I wanted to explore her young body. I wanted to see it, touch it, caress it, and taste it. I wanted my little girl.

Breath caught in my throat. Mary and Amy descended the stairs hand in hand, Mary smiling so happy, Amy smiling so shyly. I watched Mary stop, Amy look up at her, Mary smile in encouragement, give her a little nod and push her gently towards me. I watched Amy smile shyly, brown eyes shining, and reach out to take my hand, so small in mine.

"Come, Daddy," she said softly, leading me. My erection returned with full force. Mary smiled and took my other hand giving it a loving squeeze. They led me to our bedroom. Standing, my heart pounded loud in my ears when Mary and Amy started undressing me.

"Mom," Amy whispered when Mary slipped my shorts down, my penis popping up, straining, big.

Amy was momentarily distracted, Dad's penis larger than the one on the Internet, hard, stiff and pulsing. She felt moisture between her legs and a shadow of concern. It was so much thicker than the egg vibrator.

"Amy, honey." Mom's soft voice broke her trance. "Are you okay? Do you still want to?"

I watched my daughter grin and nod, just so cute. She stared at my penis and took my hand, leading me to the bed, pausing, smiling with an excited twinkle before pushing me to sit. I sat. I gasped.

Amy started unbuttoning her coral blouse, button by button. She slipped the blouse off and my blood pressure rose, Amy's almost childish satiny bra held perfect little breasts, the material moulded conforming to their remarkable shape, small nipples dimpling the tips. A pulse of pleasure ripped through me when I caught a glimpse of small hairs in her armpits, the first baby growth of pubescence. Suddenly I was eager to see her pussy.

Mary distracted me, unbuttoning her own blouse! She had her sexy, lacy bra on, full breasts, the hint of dark areolae, and hard nipples. My erection strained at an errant memory of sliding my cock between them.

Mary trembled from a pulse of arousal at her husband's raw desire. Unable to resist she ran her hands over Amy's skirt feeling her daughter's firm bottom before reaching for the hook and zipper at the back. Undressing her daughter for her husband to see was intensely arousing, surprisingly so. The skirt fell in a pile on the floor. She heard David inhale sharply, her sight locked on Amy, so delicately sexy in a small bra and panties. Amy's gently sculpted waist added a slight flare to narrow hips and the swell of her sensual bottom. The white, virginal satin panties hugged her little girl's mons, accentuating it, elastic leg bands deeply embedded at the sides, her sexy full vulva visible between a youthful gap.

She felt another pulse of desire and couldn't help gently caressed Amy's firm little buttocks, wishing she could slip her hands to the front to explore the shape of a young pussy, glide over her mound and down, wondering if she'd find moisture. Was her daughter horny? Was she wet?

Taking a deep breath, Mary stepped back. This was for Amy. Amy wanted her father. Standing back and to the side, Mary unzipped her own skirt and let it fall. She heard David inhale at the sight of the gauzy panties she'd just this night put on, panties that hid nothing, not her thick dark brown pubic bush or the outline of her prominent clitoris in the gusset.

Amy looked back at her. She nodded in encouragement.

A sense of trepidation filled Amy. Next to Mom she felt like a very little girl severely lacking. Mom's breasts were real breasts and she had lots of pubic hair. Would Daddy be disappointed with her own small breasts? Would he be disappointed with how little pubic hair she had?

"Daddy?" she whispered, just a bit unsure now.

I was erect, hard at the sight of Amy's shy smile, a pubescent Goddess in chaste but sexy lingerie. I was hard and straining as she shyly reached behind to unsnap her bra, my heart thumping painfully when it fell, her hands covering her little breasts before I could see. It was agony. I was hard and finding it difficult to breathe when she let her hands fall, revealing herself to me, perfect small breasts widely spaced, firm and upright, gently curved, dusky little areolae and tiny hard beads, young, virginal, girlish yet so, so desirable.

I was hard as she wiggled her slim hips and lowered her panties, watching them stick to her vulva before snapping down. I was achingly hard when she straightened showing me her perfect barely pubescent pussy, the slightest sprinkling of dark brown hairs accentuating the plumpness of her labia, the magnificent fullness of her mound, and a sexy, sexy seductive vulva nestled between coltish thighs.

I was hard and damp as I beheld Amy standing nude in front of me, amazed at just how sexy my twelve-year-old daughter really was, amazed at the strength of my desire for her, simply amazed.

"Is it okay, Daddy? Do you like me?" He was so still.

Mary breathed a sigh of relief when she saw David's penis straining, pointing up, the tip damp. David was aroused by his daughter. David wanted Amy! She sighed silently and thanked God. Everything was going to be okay. She could feel moisture cool on her labia, aroused at the thought of David making love to Amy, sweet Amy, her innocent desire so sweet. A pulse of aroused dampness hit when she wondered what Amy tasted like and how her small breasts might feel. What did a twelve-year-olds arousal taste like? Would it be mild or musky? Moving quickly, she discarded her bra and panties, one hand cupping her breast and squeezing gently, the other cupping her damp crotch, finger curling in to collect slippery dampness and caress her sensitive clit. She loved watching Amy and David stared at each other as if in a trance. Anticipation was making her tremble. Enough!

Reaching out she pushed Amy on the shoulder gently. "Go to him, honey, go to your dad. Don`t be afraid. He loves you."

Mom's gentle push pulled Amy out of her trance, out of her inspection of Daddy naked sitting on the bed, out of her rapt fascination with his penis, hard, stiff, and pointing up, clear moisture glistening on the reddened flared tip. Daddy, my daddy. He really wants me!

I stood, a wave of dizziness hitting me and making me sway slightly, my erection stiff. Opening my arms, I welcomed my young daughter, a soft, small, cuddly, barely pubescent nymph. I absolutely drowned in the feeling of her tummy pressing against my poking erection, how it slid up leaving a damp trail. I thrilled at the feel of small remarkably firm pubescent breasts pressed against my stomach, the feel of her hard little raisin nipples. I shook with desire as I looked at my beautiful, beautiful daughter's upturned face, wide eyes full of puppy love and expectation. She was so young.

Bending, I kissed her, my hand gently holding the back of her head, her lips soft, her lips moving, my child moaning, her petite tongue emerging. I groaned at the tilt of her head, her mouth opening, her hands slipping around my waist, pressing against me, warm little body against my erection, soft little tongue probing, heated, excited, my daughter excited.

Bending further, I swept her light body into my arms and laid her gently on the bed; my angel naked on my bed! I was painfully hard as I settled next to her and saw Mary settle on her other side. I was painfully hard, thought becoming difficult when my wife kissed my daughter`s cheek gently.

Amy's skin was so soft, her tummy so soft, her narrow hips so prominent. Amy's mound was so full, so incredibly plump, pubic hair soft, uncurled and sprinkling her mons, accentuating the intensely sexy shape, so different from a mature pussy. Bending, I tasted my daughter, Amy's breast delicious, upright, and very firm with puckered areolae and tiny hard nipples so sensuous against my lips.

"God, Amy, you're just so sexy, so incredibly pretty," I murmured.

Desire electrified me when she smiled shyly, blushed prettily and part her legs, opening herself, inviting my touch, inviting her father to feel her most private place. I slipped fingers over silky soft pubic hairs, touched her tight cleft and with a trembling hand, traced it lightly, shuddering at the feel of her arousal, damp against my fingertip. The involuntary groan that escaped sounded loud. I cupped my child's pussy, shaking, so desirable, so young. I wanted her. I wanted my little girl desperately.

"You're perfect, sweetheart, just perfect." Her proud smile lanced into me.

Moving slowly, I rose and moved, slipping between her slim legs, dizzy from the sight of her plump labia red with arousal, parted slightly to reveal her clitoral hood, long, flushed. Amy's legs slipped behind and over mine, little feet caressing my calves.

I gasped. My erection throbbed painfully, leaking at Mary's touch, her warm hand holding me, guiding me. Amy, I was going to have sex with my little girl, my sweet daughter! It was almost too much to take.

When Amy reached up for me I let her pull me down, her arms hugging me, firm little breasts tickling my chest. She felt even smaller and more delicate under me. I kissed her, tasted her sweet mouth gently, felt her tongue, and nibbled her full lower lip. Passion surged at Mary's gentle stroke of my shaft, passion surging again at the first touch of Amy's young labia against my erection.

"I want you Amy, I want you so much," I whispered softly.

"Me too, Daddy, she whispered, her eyes wide.

Plump, slippery labia spread, warm, soft, and thrilling, my daughter's pussy yielding. I heard Amy whisper "Daddy," and my erection pulsed hard when Mary slipped the tip up and down, soft silky labia caressing, moist and slippery. I groaned, almost overcome by the sensation of the tip nestled against a hot indent, my cock at Amy's entrance, God, my erection poised at my daughter's vagina!

Mary fingered herself, her pussy wet from the sight of David's large flared head nestled against Amy's tiny pussy, little labia bulging out from the gentle pressure. He looked so big. She shuddered at the thought of how tight Amy's pussy was going to be, how much it was going to be stretched, wanting to feel it, wishing she could be David and experience his penetration, that first time.

"Daddy" Amy whispered hugging him tighter, my Daddy. Her body was shaking from fear and excitement and anticipation. She felt the tip of his erection push gently. Her insides felt liquid, an ache deep inside her pussy. Daddy, I need, Daddy, please don't wait. Moaning she parted her legs wider, slipped her feet up, thighs rising, and pelvis curling, moaning, need and desire driving her, pulsing in her, Daddy please, inside, put it inside.

Breath caught in my throat as I felt Amy curl up against me, thighs at my side, legs slipping up, embracing me, vagina dilating, god Amy. Slowly Amy opened, stretched, a tight band slipping slowly over my crown, Mary holding my shaft tight, Amy's eyes widening, widening.

Breath exploded from me at the sudden sensation, tight, oh my God tight! Amy's pussy was velvety and hot. God, David, you're penetrating your little girl! I felt her twitch beneath me and saw the fleeting twinge of pain in her eyes, my heart constricting. I saw her smile emerge, relief flooding me and felt her squeeze my crown with agonizing gentleness. I watched, thrilled, as passion arrived and smile broadened, "You're in," said in wonder, "I feel you, Daddy."

"Oh Amy, baby!" I whispered and kissed her sweet lips.

She moved first, a slight upward tilt, my erection slipping into her slightly deeper, exquisitely, tight velvet gripping and pulsing. Amazement emerged in her beautiful eyes. She smiled with joy and I thrust gently, velvety walls parting, caressing, sinking ever deeper, so amazingly tight.

"Daddy," she sighed, eyes closing to concentrate on the sensation of being penetrated.

I was dizzy, my penis sliding into her snug sheath, a velvet-like glove slipping down to enrobe my rigid shaft. I slipped in smoothly with small back and forth thrusts getting deeper and deeper, Amy's pussy so beautifully tight and hot; God, simply amazing. And, with almost two-thirds of my erection penetrating my little girl, the tip nudged against her end, four inches buried in pure heaven.

Pausing, I whispered, "You feel so good, honey. I've never felt anything like it."

Amy smiled shyly. "Me neither." Then she giggled softly, the effect being a tight pussy gripping me in a vise.

A gorgeous smile emerged when I flexed my erection, pride and excitement bright in her gorgeous eyes. I felt her purr as I withdrew slightly, pressed forward, tight, slippery, a velvet heaven. Jesus David, you're fucking your daughter! Her heels tugged pulling me deeper and we started to stroke gently, slowly, long careful strokes, flared ridge emerging, stroking in, little feet pulling, slim thighs gripping rhythmically, utter bliss. Urgency built. I held her gently and fucked with longer strokes, passion building, throbbing, fucking my little girl. Passion built, breath rasping, a trickle of sweat on her brow. I thrust slowly praying she'd find sweet release, pleasure, heaven. I fucked my little girl slowly, deep long strokes, pure ecstasy. Reaching down and under her I grasped a small sexy buttock. Urgency began to take over, her pelvis curling up harder, little feet pulling me deeper, deeper, Jesus five inches held in her sweet grasp. Now I was hanging on to the ragged edge of my orgasm.

Passion flared, her pupils dilated, she groaned, moaning rhythmically "Daddy, Daddy," thrusting her little hips up harder, undulating under me, arms clasping as I completely buried my aching erection inside my daughter's sweet pussy, tight, wonderful, thrilling. My weight settled on her, her small body so thrilling under me, reinforcing her youth, firm tiny breasts squashed against my chest, and I reached down and held both small twelve-year-old buttocks, my daughter's sexy bottom.

Our pace increased, long thrusts gradually shortening, pushing into her deep, feet pulling me desperately, thighs squeezing, her song whispering in my ear, "Daddy, Daddy," hunching against each other faster, faster, thrusting harder, thrusting harder, erection straining painfully, impossibly near.

Sweat collected, close, so close, slipping out, slipping in, fucking my little girl, hot velvet sheath clasping.

"Daddy!" she cried out loudly, her small body wrenching up spasmodically.

Our climax exploded, Amy crying out again, surging off the bed, burying me deep, deep.

"Jesus, cumming baby, Daddy's cumming!"

Semen charged up my shaft, head pushed tight against her deepest part, exploding, God cumming in my little girl! I pulled back, thrust forward, tight against her end, vagina cramping, exploding, cum blasting into her, hot semen flooding my crown. I pulled back, thrust, stomach cramping, erection expanding, a painfully big spurt rocketed out, utter bliss, exquisite pleasure, Amy crying out, pulling me deep, "Daddy!"

All control was lost. I was humping and thrusting into my daughter with short sharp strokes, desperate to deposit every last drop of cum, surging, exploding, cumming, cumming hard in her tight grip. I chased a perfect orgasm, chased it all the way, collapsing, exhausted, Amy, my daughter Amy, I'd just had sex with my daughter! So good, just so good.

Movement of the bed roused me from a deep sleep, morning sun shining through the sliding glass doors. My penis thickened, lengthened, and hardened as I watched Amy and Mary kissing, lips moving, tongues touching, Mary on top of her daughter, nipples rubbing against each other, Amy's legs spread, legs bent, thighs hugging her mother. I stayed rock still absorbed in the sensuous tableau. Mary kissed Amy's small breasts, licked and teased nipples, sucked gently, her hand slipping down to Amy's crotch. I was hard watching Mary kiss Amy's navel lovingly, her soft tummy, gently kiss new pubic hair. I was hard as I watched Mary settle between her daughter's thighs, kiss her cleft, tongue emerging and touching her pussy.

I was hard and throbbing as I heard Amy murmur, "Mommy," and watched her pelvis start to move slowly, pushing herself against my wife's mouth, humping her mother. I was hard.

Reaching under the covers, I stroked my erection, turned and kissed a small, remarkably firm breast, licked, sucked, played with stiff little nipples. Amy's hand combed through my hair. I heard her whisper "Daddy," and felt her pull me tighter, moan as I sucked her entire small breast into my mouth. Arousal flooded me. Need flushed thought me. This was just too arousing.

Mary felt such a naughty thrill when she'd kissed Amy, tongues touching, surprising her at just how erotic it was to kiss her daughter. She'd felt herself moisten and throb as she kissed small nipples, licked and felt them harden into little beads. Amy's tummy was so flat and young. But when she saw Amy's immature little pussy, she'd inhaled sharply, arousal surging at how young and sweet it was, her own pussy clenching at the thought of tasting her young daughter. Moaning quietly, still amazed she found this so sexy, so arousing, she'd kissed Amy's mound, a soft prominent swell dusted with thin dark brown hairs. Her cleft was so, so sexy with more small pubic hairs adding contrast, highlighting how tightly it was closed, thick rounded labia so alluring. She couldn't believe this small pussy had expanded enough to take David's erection. Her pussy clenched at the image it brought to mind, Amy stretched wide, David penetrating her, thrusting into her. Jesus it had been erotic.

Gently she spread Amy's labia feeling a flush of heat as Amy's clitoral hood emerged, long, taking almost a third of her cleft, rising to the nub that held her clit. Gently she kissed, slipped her tongue out, licking gently, soft, silky skin with a bit of moisture. She moaned quietly as her tongue slipped through young labia, small pubic hairs tickling the side of her, and moaned again when she felt the entrance to Amy's vagina, so impossibly tiny, silky smooth and warm. She shuddered when she tasted David's semen from last night. Her pussy was wet and leaking as she pictured David's thick erection stretching Amy, pushing in, stretching her.

Looking up she saw David roll on his side, erection horizontal to the bed, hard, erect, gripped in his fist, tip leaking precum. She watched him kiss and suck Amy's small breasts, felt Amy move in response, push her pussy against her probing tongue. She felt moisture seep from Amy; tasted fresh, musky pubescence. God but she wanted David to take Amy again, the illicitness almost making her cum.

She reached up.

I felt Mary's hand pull mine away and gently hold my pounding erection, stroke it gently, finger rasping over the tip.

I heard Mary whisper huskily.

"Amy, Daddy needs you."

A smile spread on Amy's face, so sweet, so sexy, so, so desirable. I let her push me gently onto my back and rise to her knees at my side, perky little breasts, plump pubis. I felt Mary hold my erection up and watched Amy smile shyly, bend, kiss the tip. I moaned, my daughter kissing my cock was so erotic, so sexy.

"It's time honey. Daddy needs you," Mary whispered stroking me gently.

I did, desperately.

I was rigid and throbbing as Amy straddled me, her barely pubescent pussy stretched, labia oozing apart, clitoral hood peeking out, flushed and swollen. I was hard as I saw the glint of moisture on my daughter's pussy, my wife's saliva. Amy smiled so sexily, excitement and arousal making her eyes sparkle. Mary held my erection firmly, touching the tip to Amy's pussy, labia puffing out, bulging, spreading slowly, sinking slowly. I groaned when her tight velvety vagina slipped over the inflamed crown, and groaned again when Mary rose, hugged Amy from behind, hands cupping small perky breasts, caressing her, tweaking nipples, Amy's eyes softening, chest pushed out into her mother's hands. My little girl's velvety tight sheath slipped down, down further until small sexy buttocks rested on my thighs. I was buried inside Amy, tight, moist. Paradise.

Amy's eyes closed slowly as she gently rose, sat, rose, sat, Mary caressing her small breasts from behind, rubbing her nipples, pulling nipples, Amy groaning, rising, sitting, stroking my erection into her tight embrace, fucking me, fucking her father.

Panting, breathing hard at the sight of my petite twelve-year-old daughter fucking me, so tight and slippery, now wet, I moaned when my wife reached down in front. Amy's pussy clenched me hard when Mary caressed her reddened clit, rising and sitting faster, faster, harder and more insistent.

A surge of pressure built when Mary gently fondled my testicles.

And then I saw a rosy blush appear on Amy's chest, felt her thrusting down with greater urgency, burying me deep, rising, slamming down, squishing, squelching, wet, buttocks slapping , rising, slamming down. "Uh, uh, uh" emphasized each erotic movement, her nostrils flaring, little breasts jiggling and shaking. "Daddy!" she gasped, the red flush suddenly rising to her neck and cheeks, her sexy pussy shoved down hard. Amy climaxed, bottom moving fast, hands on my stomach, head falling forward, gasping for breath.

I was close, so close, and then Amy collapsed to my side, my erection falling out of her velvety clasp. Mary grabbed my erection, her mouth descending, lips slipping over me, warm moist mouth surrounding my erection, sucking, Jesus, sucking hard. I came ferociously, cum burning up and exploding into my wife's mouth, sucking, swallowing. She pushed me deeper and a second load burst with exquisite pleasure, erection lodged at her throat. A third had me crying out, humping up, exploding as Mary's throat opened, my erection slipping in. I humped and fired cum, humped, fired, drowning in pleasure, coming hard deep in her throat.

We cuddled in the bed in post-orgasmic bliss, Amy gently playing with Mary's full breasts, Mary looking at me with a bright smile.

"It's Sunday, David. Amy's still here."

I knew what she meant. I knew where Amy had been in that other life. I hugged my daughter. I was going to keep her in our bed all day. I still wanted to taste pubescent youth and I had a strong desire to take my wife in front of my daughter.

Thank you, God.