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I hid my smile in the morning when I came into the kitchen and heard Mom asking Dad if he was coming down with something.
“Don’t think so,” Dad said rather hoarsely.
“You sound terrible. Probably too many late nights,” she said knowingly.
“You’re probably right,” Dad said, catching my eye as I sat down at the table.
“Late night?” I asked, feeling the need to stir things up. My dad nudged me very subtly under the table–so subtle that I’d probably have a bruise.
“Yeah, been filling out more applications, checking the listings, you know,” Dad said in his hoarse voice, but he narrowed his eyes at me.
I just smiled and grabbed some food.
“That’s not all you’ve been doing down there,” Mom said in a strange tone. With her back to us, she was putting the last touches on a bagel.
I glanced at Dad with a curious expression. He shook his head slightly and I dropped it. They had a strange relationship and it wasn’t exactly breakfast conversation.
“I’ll be late tonight. I have to prep for that business training, so don’t count on me for dinner,” Mom said over her shoulder as she left the kitchen.
“Be safe, dear,” Dad said to her back.
She didn’t reply.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for school?” Dad said.
I glanced at my phone, and sure enough, I was going to be late.
“Is Thomas here? He can give me a lift.” There was no way I could catch the bus. I didn’t bother trying to catch Mom to ask for a ride; she’d say not only was it out of the way, but it was my responsibility to get to school on time.
“Nope, he left already,” Dad grinned evilly at me.
“Well, shit–wait, what’s that expression for?” I asked as he looked like he’d eaten the proverbial canary.
“You could always ask me for a ride,” Dad said.
I had a moment of dumb confusion. Dad never drove me to school. I usually had other means. He’d never even offered it before. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“What’s the catch?” I asked suspiciously.
He took another sip of his coffee and looked at me over the top of his cup.
“No catch,” he said, rubbing his sore throat. “Maybe a little payback, but no catch.”
I honestly thought about trying to beg Mom to take me, but I’d already heard her leave. My dad’s tone told me I would probably end up hoarse by the time I got to school if I took him up on his offer. That’s when I felt that twinge, and my dirty mind took over.
I made a big act of sighing in defeat before saying, “OK, if I must. Let me grab my bag.”
“Sure thing, honey, I’ll meet you in the car,” Dad said, putting his coffee down.
All the way to my room and then to the garage, my dirty mind came up with every bad porn scene I could remember. I took a deep breath and tried to get myself together. I was both excited and dreading what could happen next as I opened the car door.
“Hey, mister, mind giving me a lift?” I said in a tart’s voice. I didn’t wait for a reply as I slid in and closed the door. Then I looked over at my half-naked father. He was wearing a shirt and sitting on a towel, that’s it. Not even shoes.
“Seriously?!?” I said incredulously.
“Hey, if you don’t want the ride,” he said, pulling the keys from the ignition.
“No, wait,” I sighed with mock resignation. The sight of his dick standing straight up and the thought of getting caught sent a shiver down my spine. At the time, I had no idea how much of an adventurous streak my dad had.
I reached over and slid my hand around his cock. It was incredibly warm, almost like it had been in an oven or something.
“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” I asked, beginning to run my fingers lightly over his prick.
“You have no idea,” he grinned, starting the car and opening the garage door.
“And you’ve wanted it so bad you’ve been offering me rides every day in the hopes I’d give in?” I asked. Again, he’d never offered me a ride, not even once.
“Well, not you specifically,” he said as he turned out of the driveway.
“Oh?” I asked, leaning over a bit more to get closer to him. He’d pushed the seat back as far as he could and still be able to reach the pedals. It seemed he had expectations.
He glanced at me and grinned.
“Started with the first driving lesson I gave Remmi,” Dad said.
“You dirty old man!” I gasped and then giggled.
“Hey, your mom didn’t let her start driving till she was 18 either!” he said.
Mom had been very strict about our family and driving. We weren’t allowed to get behind the wheel until we were 18. She made us get a state ID as soon as we could, but a driver’s license was off the table until we were “mature enough” to handle one.
“That’s you, making sure you don’t start trying to bang your daughters until they are legal. Wait, did you and Remmi ever…” I trailed off, leaving the statement open.
“Tell you what,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road. “If you can swallow my load before we reach school, I’ll tell you the truth,” he grinned again.
And there it was. I was wondering how he’d proposition me.
“Golly mister, that’s… wow! I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” I said in a horribly over-the-top, innocent voice.
He responded by reaching over, grabbing me by the neck and pulling my face to his cock.
I was smiling the entire time I pretended to struggle.
“And if you think I’m going to take it easy on you after last night, you can forget about that,” he said, his hand still on my neck and pushing.
I looked down at the precum that was leaking from his head and chuckled. My tongue lashed out of its own accord as his salty smell hit me, and I began lapping at his cock.
As soon as my mouth touched him, he took his hand off my neck, freeing me to get to work. Luckily, there was enough room for me to start blowing him. Usually, a steering wheel would be in the way, or the guy would not be big enough for me to do much. But Dad came prepared. It was obvious this wasn’t his first rodeo.
Dad’s truck was tall enough, and I wasn’t too worried about someone seeing my head bobbing up and down in his lap. This gave me a bit of confidence as I took my time licking and nibbling on the head of his cock. Meanwhile, my hand was gently fondling his balls, which seemed to be huge this morning. I then gave them a merciless tongue-lashing as well.
I felt the truck accelerating and glanced up to see where we were going. Dad was getting on the highway. We didn’t need to use the highway to get to school; what was he thinking?
“You were taking so long, I figured I’d take the long way so you’d have a chance to get done in time,” he said.
I glanced at him, drool in the corner of my mouth and glared at him. “Gee, thanks,” I said flatly.
“What? Do you need some help?” Then his hand was on the back of my neck again. This time he didn’t guide me; he straight rammed my head down onto his cock. I got my mouth open just in time.
It hit the back of my mouth and immediately he started grinding his cock on it, trying to force himself into my throat.
My hands flailed in a moment of panic as I gagged, allowing him to push into my throat.
“There we go. Good girl. I knew you could do it,” he said, taking his hand off my neck.
I came up coughing and sputtering.
“You asshole!” I growled in semi-real anger.
“What? You were having a hard time. Do you need more help?” He started to reach for my neck again.
“No!” I said reflexively. If I could stay in control, maybe he wouldn’t bruise my throat like I’d done him last night.
“Then get to work. We’ll be there in no time,” he cautioned.
“Fuck you!” I said before diving back on his cock.
“That’s kinda the point, sweetie,” he chuckled.
I ignored him and started to work his cock over, getting an appreciative groan from him in response.