Tom and Morgan, Growing Together, chapter 1
A Father/Daughter Story…
She was only sixteen years old when first she heard the word Cancer in their house. The house that she has lived in her entire life, with her mother and father.
She remembered coming home from dance class, and as she made her way up the steps, she heard her mother, crying uncontrollably.
Morgan’s daddy was talking to her, as he tried to calm his wife down. That was the first time Morgan ever heard fear in his voice. Something she never thought she would hear from her Daddy.
Morgan knew right then that they were in trouble, and Daddy couldn’t fix these tears with a kiss and a cuddle, like so many times before.
Days passed, and her mom became more fragile and ill. Cancer ravaged her body, and she eventually became a shell of the woman that Tom and Morgan remembered.
Morgan’s daddy, Tom had become withdrawn and angry. He spent late nights at work or in the local tavern. Tom was attempting to drink away the loss of the woman he loved, as his life was spiraling downward. He would do anything he could to stay away from her illness. Then when he did come home, he was drunk.
Hiding her heartbreak, Morgan spent her time between school and dance class. The rest of her free time was spent caring for her mother, which was slowly beginning to beat Morgan down. A year and a half passed, and about six months before graduation the inevitable happened. Just two days after Morgan’s eighteenth birthday, Margaret died peacefully in her sleep.
The funeral and the days following were devastating to both Morgan and Tom. They found different ways to deal with the loss of their wife and mother.
Morgan chose isolation and locked herself in her room, listening to her mother’s cd collection and going through her mother’s things. Tom got completely obliterated and drunk beyond what he had ever been before.
One night during one of these binges, Tom became so impaired, stumbling through the bar. The bartender was so concerned that he called him a cab. Tom was so well known in the tavern that his friends had taken his keys to make sure he made it home safely.
That’s the night that Morgan and Tom’s relationship changed. That’s the day that a high school girl realized that she was a woman in Daddy’s eyes.
As Tom stumbled out of the cab, he fell and scraped his hands and knees. He was making all sorts of racket getting into the house. He slipped through the foyer and dropped into his easy chair.
As he rested, Tom periodically tore a piece of his clothes off, dropping them onto the floor. His shoes went flying across the room and made a “thud” on the bathroom door. That’s the sound that startled Morgan.
She stumbled out of bed and retrieved her robe, slowly making her way down the hallway to the top of the stairs, stepping down quietly.
Morgan finally laid eyes on her inebriated father. Tom was reclining back in the chair, in nothing but his boxers. Clothes scattered everywhere, legs spread wide and just starting to snore.
As Morgan approached him, she noticed that the front of her Daddy’s boxers was wide open displaying his semi-erect cock. The bulge that had always been very prominently displayed when he wore tight pants or swim trunks was now hanging out of the leg of his shorts.
Morgan hadn’t seen her Daddy’s cock in the flesh since she had been very young and accidentally walked into the bathroom on him. Shocking them both and creating many questions in Morgan’s young mind.
Curiosity got the better of Morgan as she moved slowly closer. She sucked in her breath deeply and inched on her tippy toes, ever closer. She was trying not to wake him.
Morgan realized that a lot of Daddy’s cock was down the leg of his boxers, and she was only viewing just the tip. Making her imagination picture wild images of gigantic male appendages.
Her heart beat stronger and faster, and she had a slight bead of sweat on her upper lip. Excited and afraid had made her panties moist and sticky.
Morgan thought to herself, “Dear God, I’m excited about seeing my own Daddy’s cock.”
She felt embarrassed by her feelings, but the excitement grew as she inched closer.
Morgan tiptoed slowly and then quickly grabbed the can of beer out of her father’s hand. She was trying to keep it from spilling on the rug.
Just that quickly, Tom grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap. Laughing and pulling her tight to him and touching her all over her tight teen body.
Morgan felt every little touch, with the small number of clothes she had on. Only her silky robe and a pair of thong panties between her bare cunny and her Daddy’s partially naked cock.
Tom wrapped his arms around her squeezing her tiny body tight against his and giving Morgan no means to escape.
Reaching up and squeezing her tits, and using his fingers and pinching her nipples. The force of his hug caused a small squeak to come out of Morgan.
Tom leaned in and bit her shoulder and said, “Margaret, you feel incredible.”
Morgan knew at that moment her Daddy in his drunken state thought that his wife, Morgan’s departed mom was in his lap.
Next thing she felt was his warm hand on her bare thigh, creeping closer to her moist crotch. As uncomfortable as she felt, she was also excited with his cock head resting against her leg.
Then Morgan heard her daddy whispering, “Margaret, I’m so horny. Please, baby, let me feel you.”
Tom finally touched little Morgan’s sweet and juicy cunny. Masterfully running his finger along her slit, causing her to squeal and tremble. Her tiny body reacting like a common whore to his manipulations
Morgan couldn’t believe how good her Daddy’s hands felt as they were exploring her body. Making her feel creepy but so good at the same time.
Morgan had long ago started making herself cum. But feeling her own Daddy’s hands take control was so much more intense. It seemed he knew exactly how to touch her for maximum effect. She could feel her panties getting wetter with each touch.
Squeezing her nipple and her clit at the same time was the move that made Morgan squeal, and then she peed some wetting her panties.
Tom loosened his hold and gave Morgan her chance. It was then that Morgan jumped up and darted across the room as her Daddy reached for her.
Morgan went running to her room and locked the door, that’s when she started to cry.
She could hear Tom yelling downstairs for Margaret to come back. Morgan stayed very quiet. She was trembling in her bed too afraid to leave her room. Telling him about molesting her in his drunken stupor was the only other alternative.
Morgan cried until dawn, thinking of her mother and how lonely her father must be. But she couldn’t shake the intense erotic feeling her father had brought out in her.
Since the funeral and everything else that had transpired these last two years, she hadn’t thought about the pain he must have felt. Tom has always been the strength in their life.
Even though she was upset, Morgan couldn’t forget how exciting it felt when her Daddy had touched her. The intimate parts of her body that she had kept hidden.
She finally passed out completely drained. But when she finally awoke, she realized she had to give her Daddy some time to grieve and get his life in order. That’s when she decided to leave immediately for the college campus.
After she packed her things into her car, she called her friend and dorm mate, Jennifer. She tried her best to avoid her Daddy because she felt more than a little awkward.
Earlier that morning Tom had awakened with a raging morning erection. His boxers wet from precum, he could barely contain the appendage lying against his thigh.
He thought that it was a dream that had him so sexually aroused. Because in his inebriated state he remembered grabbing his wife and having an intimate moment. But he realized that touching Margaret’s warm and moist pussy was impossible.
The problem with that was that the only female in the house since his wife’s death was Morgan. Tom was completely mortified. He woke up early, and while he showered, he stroked the edge off his cock. He dressed and went to work in his garage.
He wondered how his beautiful daughter thought of him. Now that he had made a fool of himself and manhandled his daughter’s pussy. Was he the monster under her bed?
Morgan left that day, and for the next two weeks, she immersed herself in college life. She tried her best to forget the incident. Staying out of her father’s way and not answering his calls as much as she could. But she couldn’t get that memory out of mind or stop fantasizing about her daddy.
During the nights she would have wet dreams. Morgan’s cunny would become so moist and excited that she had even drenched her mattress. Her dreams had never been so vivid before. It was causing her to overthink the situation. She couldn’t get the thoughts of sex with her daddy out of her mind.
Morgan analyzed the intense feelings Tom’s mistake had brought out of her but still couldn’t make heads or tails of her feelings. Why was she having more than regular Daddy/daughter fantasies about her father?
Morgan knew at the very least that her dad could make her tight little cunny wetter than any boy she ever dated. If she was honest with herself, Morgan couldn’t stop thinking about Tom’s large cock and the demanding treatment she had endured.
Morgan made the best of her time in school this semester and tried to forget what had happened between her and Daddy. Being so popular meant she was always partying with her girlfriends, and meeting cute boys.
Morgan’s grades never faltered, but she used her free time to explore her sexual proclivities. Testing all her boundaries and reading everything she could to give herself options sexually.
One night, during a very intoxicated state of mind she even played around with her friend and dorm mate, Jennifer. They spent the night in the same bed after a fraternity party.
Jennifer introduced Morgan to girl on girl sex, touching and kissing her all over. This time they went much further than their juvenile high school games. It seemed Jennifer had been exploring her sexuality also because she taught Morgan the thrills of cunnilingus.
Jennifer went down on Morgan so intensely that she made her moan and whimper. She was using her tongue and fingers to give Morgan multiple orgasms. She even tongue fucked her asshole, something Morgan hadn’t experienced yet.
But it still wasn’t the same feelings Tom had given her, even when she made her squirt by sucking on Morgan’s clit and a finger banging her asshole.
Morgan’s had a wonderful time with Jennifer, but her first thoughts were maybe I’m not into girls. But looking back perhaps it was just because Jennifer wasn’t her daddy.
She couldn’t get that night of her and daddy’s frenzied passion out of her mind. Along with all the fantasies and dreams of her daddy forcing her. These are the thoughts she had now when pleasuring herself and they were incredibly sexy. But her fantasies, as good as they were made her feel so guilty.
So as the semester ended, Morgan started coming up with a plan to explore more sex with her daddy. She felt so devious thinking this way about her father. The bonus during her planning was that it gave her such amazing tingles in her tight little pussy.
While back at home, Tom couldn’t get that night out his mind either. He had stroked his cock many nights thinking of Morgan. When Morgan had gone off to school, Tom had completely replaced fantasizing about his late wife with fantasizing about his daughter, Morgan, the little girl he had raised and protected.
Tom started planning a surprise for that same little girl he had held in his lap when she cried from scraping her knee. But Morgan wasn’t a little girl anymore.
No, she wasn’t. She was every bit a sexy young woman her mom had been when Tom had her met.
Tom and Morgan were both on an incestuous collision course, and ready to explore the depths of their depravity. Taking their relationship to the next level, If history repeats itself, is going to be exciting.
The End…
of part 1… to be continued