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Begun at 5:35 AM 10/20/11. Finished at 8:51 AM 10/20/11.

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One step closer.

It had only been a few days since the Altman household had been temporarily invaded by the Royce's, but even so her father George was still hung up on attending the weekend festival that day with the rest of the mindless drones filling up Suburgatory- her own personal name for the suburbs they were living in these days.

When she stepped down to breakfast she had hoped it might have faded from the night prior, but the longer they stayed there the less rational he seemed to become, and that incident with the PTA meetings stood out quite firmly in her mind.

To her disappointment he was as hyped-up chipper as the morning the Royce's had left, nevertheless.

"Well hello there!" he greeted her from behind the stove without looking, scanning the short ingredient list Dallas had left him for making a cleaner and healthier omelet that was clutched in one hand.

Tessa grimaced at the sight; he had even reverted to the old woman jeans bought at the yard sale during the aforementioned setting. This is the last straw, she thought grimly, and leaned her hands over the back of one chair firmly, hunching over as she gathered what she had to say.

"George," she began. He glanced over and sighed, waving a hand to interrupt whatever she had in mind.

"Tessa," he returned in an accurate tone of infuriating lightness. "I am going to the festival today and I do plan to have a good time there! Dallas is quite content to pick me up so you don't even have to worry about the car being seen, okay? You can just sit around and pretend I'm upstairs sleeping in or something, right?" he asked her gamely.

"Actually, no, that is not okay!" she returned heatedly. He sighed dramatically- dramatically! Just like one of the botoxed bimbos he was bound to be surrounded by for the better half of the day.

"Oh no! No, don't you dare try to disagree! The more time you spend around 'Dallas' the more you lose sight of who you really are!" she said before he could interrupt. George actually turned away from the oven without flipping the omelet over.

"What exactly is wrong with Dallas? Or me, for that matter?" he questioned her with a hint of his original tone apparent just beneath, and it drew a flicker of inspiration in her mind.

"Did you forget that you are wearing a pair of used woman's jeans? That you despised the way Dallas just invaded your room and started rearranging everything to her liking, not to mention the way she commandeered our dinner that night? The only thing real about her is her eyes, and that's because she couldn't figure out how to fill them up with plastic- yet!" she sniped.

He actually frowned for a few moments before waving the spatula at her. "You're jealous, aren't you?" he asked her as if just realizing it, and then repeated the accusation more firmly and smiled another one of those demented over-cheerified smiles.

I'm losing him, she thought in despair and quickly stepped around the table. "What do you think you're going to get out of this relationship with her?" Tessa asked quickly.

He shrugged noncommittally and then again at the sight of burnt egg after flipping their breakfast over, striding around her to the trash can with the pan in hand to dump it and start again. She followed and snatched his hand up a moment before he could up-end it therein, drawing an exasperated sigh from her father.

"Look, Tessa, I can understand you being jealous of Dallas, but I can't just stop involving myself with the other parents around here to keep you entertained." He said firmly. "Now be a dear and let me throw this waste away, unless you want some plain toast?"

Tessa let go and took a step back at the surprisingly painful retort. He finished what he was doing and proceeded back to the stovetop and then fridge. "Answer the question!" she finally shouted out after a few quiet seconds. He paused a moment in rummaging up the ingredients before finishing up and shutting the door with his foot.

"What question?" he asked mildly. Weakness? she thought and stepped back up beside him.

"What do you expect to get out of this relationship with Dallas? She's married, unless you forgot about that!" Tessa tried. "Seriously, George, what the hell happened to you testosterone? Don't tell me you're solely in this for the pies and gossiping."

He smashed the egg in his fingers against the pan with enough force to splatter it across the stovetop. "Dammit," he muttered as it began to fry, hastily scraping it loose and half-carrying the mess over to the sink.

"You behave!" he threatened loosely as he washed the spatula off under a spray of hot water.

"What if I don't?" she pressed without moving. "I mean it, George, what if I don't? What happened to your manhood? Your pride?"

He turned to face her and dropped the spatula, hands coming to rest on his hips heavily. "I don't know, alright? Maybe I like spending time with a good looking woman every once in a while that won't stab me in the back, or nag about the way I do things!" he returned at last, then grimaced as if realizing he had said too much.

"I don't intend to touch Dallas in any way she won't consent to. Besides, she said it herself; she's alone so often she may as well be a single woman." He added and felt his grimace tighten. "And I don't even know why I'm telling you this!"

Tessa actually looked at him with her mouth agape. "So you did try after mom left..." she trailed off neutrally in the tense silence that followed.

He was about to respond when his eyes glanced away from her to the smoking stove, and he cursed softly before rushing over to it and opening the package of eggs again. She let him have his quiet for the time and was rewarded when he answered.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did try dating back in New York. It never ended well." He finally told her. "We never even got past the first few dates, let alone to a bedroom."

A flicker of sympathy ran through her at his words, but she clamped down on it at the thought of sharing her bedroom with Dallas' daughter, Dalia, again.

"You can't honestly expect to get anywhere with her, though, can you? She may like you, but..." he turned to face her and her voice trailed off at his expression.

"Look at me, Tessa. You know when the last time I had any kind of a lasting relationship with a woman? You. You're the only woman I've had any kind of friendship and kinship with since your mother left us over a decade and a half ago, and you're my daughter. I've got to channel the energy somewhere." He said in a quiet tone of pain.

She swallowed. "Even if nothing comes of it, can't you let me try to find that kind of happiness again?" he pressed her on.

Now what? she thought to herself. She was unprepared for this kind of off-load, but she just wasn't willing to accept the Royce's into her life like that again, and any kind of alternative had to be better.

"You won't, will you?" he asked neutrally at the look on her face, and she shook her head 'no' after a moment without answering.

He exhaled harshly and flicked off the burner. "Right. Right, I'll just hold it in another few years until you go off to College. I've gone this long." He said almost beneath his breath.

She stood there staring at him for another moment before swallowing the lump in her throat. Any alternative is better, she reminded herself.

Stepping up she placed a hand to his shoulder. "What?" he demanded as he dragged the second wasted egg over toward the trash, slipping out of her grip easily.

"George... when was the last time you felt a woman's touch?" she asked softly. He paused in mid-dump and looked at her.

"What?" he repeated. Tessa stepped up to him again and pressed a hand to his stomach, almost grimacing as she did, and he flinched.

"I asked when was the last time you felt something... like this?" her fingers slid beneath the waistband and hovered just above the boxers for a fraction of a second, then further down to lightly wrap around the flesh she found there.

He sucked in a breath and began to stiffen almost right away, but he brought his own hands around to grip her arm, eyes locking onto her own. "Tessa, stop. Now!" he ordered. Even though she couldn't move her arm, her fingers began to rub the shaft, and he inhaled another sharp breath at the feeling, allowing his grip to loosen enough for her to actually manage one stroke.

"I'd.. I'd rather do this for you, then deal with someone else doing it to you." She told him with a slight hitch of her own voice, flushing enough to match her red hair. He leaned back against the wall as her grip adjusted and glided back and forth along his shaft, and he felt his knees begin to weaken.

"Tessa..." he tried again, but he couldn't deny the sensation she was provoking. With her other hand she carefully undid the zipper on his jeans and dropped to a crouched position once he released her arm, staring at the bulge rather than his face to keep up her motivation.

"Tessa... please, stop..." he gasped out, at contrast to the reaction his body was giving and the desire surging through his body at his daughters lithe fingers. She tugged his boxers down beneath his sack and sucked in a breath of her own at the length of the cock in her hand.

It was larger than she had ever taken back home, and though she was equally repulsed by the concept, she couldn't stop from imagining what it could do to her- what heights of pleasure she could ride off on.

His hips began to jerk of their own accord as his breathing reached a fever pitch, and he had to grip the surrounding trimming on the walls to keep from sinking to his knees. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't restrain what he felt right then and there, and he was losing sight of who it was giving him the pleasure as faded wisps of his wife began to fill his vision- their alike, wavy red hair, the cascading blue eyes, even the slight parting of the lips as her tongue moistened them was almost identical.

Cautiously she leaned forward and breathed out along the head, and he very nearly bucked forward into her mouth at the added sense this close to the peak. "Faster..." he panted as her pace began to alter from fatigue, giving uneven strokes.

Tessa glanced up into his face as she hastened her stride and then gradually pressed her lips against the salty bulbous head. She swallowed involuntarily at the heavier than usual taste and he groaned, thrusting forward and pressing to the back of her throat without control any longer.

She coughed as the ropy semen sprayed out along her tonsils and began to ooze down rapidly, taking three and then four bursts of it without relent, until she had no choice but to swallow thickly again and gulp down his cum as it came.

It was over in moments that lasted an eternity. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from clenching them shut once he thrust forward, but she blinked them away and she drew back and off with a light pop and inhalation of fresh air.

"A... are you satisfied...?" she asked him somewhat rasply even as she brought her hand around to wipe her mouth off. George groaned again as his body relaxed from the taut position and he stumbled away from her to the table.

"Hey..." she complained as he pressed a hand against his eyes. "Are you... crying?" she added in disbelief. He looked at her out of the corner of his hand and then away again almost as soon.

"Tessa... what you.. why did you..." he trailed off incoherently, as his guilt overcame the pleasure. She stood up and frowned.

"If you cried after every semi-blowjob, its a wonder I was ever conceived." She prodded him mildly.

"You shouldn't have done that... I shouldn't have let you!" he told her heavily. In response she walked over and dropped down onto the table before him and unzipped the blue jacket she was wearing.

"Seriously? George, I'd rather swallow your cum than have to put up with Dalia and Dallas every moment of the rest of my life. Get over it..." she told him.

"How can you be joking at a time like this?" he asked her among the torrent of emotions rushing though him.

"How can you be depressed after cumming? I thought it was logically impossible for men." She shot back, reaching into a back-pocket on her jeans and drawing out an unopened condom from the old days.

His eyes widened at the sight of it. "You only got one half of the normal bargain, right? Because if you seriously think I'm going to let you off without concluding this, you're sorely mistaken."

He leaned back and then stood up shakily. "Tessa, I can't thank you for doing this, and I can't take it any further. I've already violated whatever duty it was as a parent I've accomplished so far." He protested.

In response she dropped the condom and drew her shirt up to her neck, leaving her full c-cup breasts hang down in plain view along with the rose tinted peaks. He inhaled again as his eyes focused on his daughters breasts, and seeing she had his attention, Tessa unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

"Seriously, George. Just accept the offer and make us both satisfied at this point." She told him irritably as the same hand that had stroked him off ran underneath her panties and focused on the slickness there.

"You... do you honestly want this?" he asked as if from far away, like he was lost. In response she moaned lightly and ran a hand over her right breast, eyes glancing to the condom.

His last shreds of self-control faded. He gripped his shirt from beneath and drew it up above his head in one rough motion, discarding it aside without a care as he forced his jeans the rest of the way down to his ankles and climbed out of them swiftly.

His eyes were darker and hazy with the raw lust coursing through his brain down to his dick and for the moment that was all that mattered. She forced a smile on her face as he knelt in front of her and roughly gripped her own jeans and underwear in his fingers before dragging the material down.

She slid over the surface of the table before catching herself with one hand, and he tugged the obstructing clothing the rest of the way to her ankles before leaving them tangled there above her shoes.

Just the scent of her nubile pussy at point-blank range, the sight of her nimble fingers steadily dipping in and out of the shining opening, had him ready to spray the floor in cum, and he wrapped a hand around his dick even as he leaned in and began to lick around her fingers.

Tessa moaned again and added a third finger before pulling them all out and leaving herself open to his motions. George dived in with abandon, pushing his tongue deep inside her precious slit and lapping at the sticky fluid in thick gulps, moaning as he did as he came across his knees.

For just a moment his motion stilled, but then he had leaned forward and begun to suck on the bead of flesh just above her trim opening, forcing out a throatier noise of agreement from his daughter as her own pleasure began to ascend.

In moments his hand was back at work over his length as he flicked his tongue up and down her inner folds, and she began to press down into his mouth, breathing quickly. The wrongness, the taboo of the situation, as they committed this act right there on the very table and position where Dallas had eaten days ago, sent an agreeable rush coursing through her brain and left her soon contracting around his tongue.

He doubled the pace of his laps and applied another round of pressure to her clit, sliding one thick finger in beneath his mouth to rub at the underside of her vagina. "Geoooooorge!" she shouted as the throes of her orgasm took over, and she flushed even deeper then before when he just kept going, pushing her climax higher again until the sensation doubled.

By the time he pulled his mouth away his legs were coated in white and his goatee was soaked in her own fluids. His legs shook as he ripped open the condom and shoved the plastic over his cock with trembling hands.

"W.. wait a... a moment.." Tessa panted as he guided the head forward. He barely stilled from thrusting inside as his other hand supported her by the back of her neck, the both of them unable to stop shaking from the sheer emotion and sensations coursing through themselves.

"O.. okay." She said, and he pressed in to the very hilt of her wet cunt. She arched up off the table further and pressed her breasts against his chest, eyes widening as she gasped.

He wrapped his other arm around her lower back as his hips began to draw back and press forward once more in quick strides.

"Oh... oh, Tessa... ah, my beautiful Tessa..." he moaned above her as she began to try and match his actions and soon they were grinding into one another. He felt his balls swell for the fourth time that morning and empty themselves into his daughter, but at that moment he couldn't and wouldn't stop.

She felt the warm fluid press against her walls and then grow warmer still as the condom began to slide, but she only wanted to feel him drive on and deeper, and she placed her own hands around his shoulders for better support as she thrust to meet his own.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to the side of her neck, and she moaned his name, her eyes half-lidded as the pleasure renewed yet again.

After ten minutes they had descended from the tabletop to the floor, with Tessa riding atop his thighs as her back arched, and his hands massaged and pinched at her nipples, adding just the right sensation of pain among the maddening pleasure.

By the time an half an hour had passed, her vagina was dripping a steady dew of white cum, and his balls had shriveled at last to utter emptiness.

They were both red from pawing and thrusting against one another, and sweat beaded every inch of their flesh not already covered in other substances, but a primal satisfaction had taken over what shame or guilt had permeated the situation.

"George...?" she asked weakly from beside his neck.

"Mm.. yeah?" he mumbled back with his eyes closed.

"Are... you happy?" she continued.

He grunted. "More than you can imagine..." he answered, finding the strength to lean over and press their lips together again. She moaned tiredly into the kiss and drifted off from exhaustion atop his body.

End. For those not in the know, Suburgatory is a sitcom aired on ABC revolving around a 16 year old daughter and her single-parent architect father, who move from New York City to the suburbs. She more or less despises the area and the Stepford Wives setting of the residents and wants quite clearly to escape back to the city again, but her father is determined to keep them there to improve her life.

You can find out more on the website or wikipedia. I started thinking about this idea after catching yesterday's episode, and it more or less worked itself out as I wrote today. Hope y'all like it! At any rate, see ya around!~Ulforce.
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