I never did write anything to document the remainder of that last beach trip with my daughter, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I don’t think I opened my laptop again the entire time we were there, certainly not to write about our adventures. I had been using the writing to sate an urge, to preserve a fantasy, an adventure, a memory. But by the end of the week – heck, right from the start – I was fulfilled. I felt like I had climbed Mt. Everest, like I had slayed a dragon, like I had found the long sought-after treasure of an epic quest.
We did do anal that night, and she loved it – not at first, but it didn’t take her long to adjust. And the following night, when she was more confident and relaxed, we tried again. She loved it – from start to finish. I had taken her shopping for sexy lingerie – she said it might help her to step into the role. There is nothing sexier than the good ol’ standard black lace teddy, and seeing my daughter wearing it was absolutely mind-blowing: on her knees at the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide and clad with thigh-high sheer black stockings, her plump juicy ass on display, silk and lace stretched taut across her holes. Peeling the delicate fabric across her creamy skin and down her legs, I leaned in to give her little rosebud a tender, then more passionate, tongue kiss – my tongue swirling and flicking her freshly available back entrance, french-kissing her asshole. I remember her bracing herself, pushing back against the pressure, her grunts and groans, her surrender. I remember starting slow and gentle, massaging her cheeks as I glided in and out; but mostly, I remember scrambling to hold on to her as I pounded into her faster and faster – her hips, her shoulders, then her hair. I grabbed a handful of her long reddish-brown locks, pulling her head back and arching her throat as my pelvis slapped against her sweaty cheeks. I held on tight as I buried myself deep. My cock erupted as I felt her small fingers reaching between her legs to cup my pulsing balls. I held myself inside her, pulsing and throbbing, as she continued fingering her clit. She came with a shaking, convulsive orgasm that had her vision whited out and her body trembling for several long minutes even after my slick, floppy shaft slipped from her puffy hole.

I just got off the phone with her. We’ve been making plans for a beach trip again this year, in just three short weeks. I rented a house close to the last house I had rented, at the same beach, from Friday until the next Sunday – 10 days. My plan is to drive down Friday evening to do some shopping and preparations, and my daughter will fly in on Saturday morning.
Last year, she went on a vacation with her husband’s family. I jokingly asked her if she was going to sleep with her father-in-law. She just kinda chuckled and said, “It actually did cross my mind, I couldn’t help it, but the moment I saw him, I was like…um…no thank you.” Ever since giving her that first anal orgasm, it’s like I had – not broken, but – unlocked something in her – a trust – that she was, from that point, just so open and honest about anything and everything, like there was nothing to hide (anymore). She would confide in me things that she wouldn’t tell anyone else and answer any question I asked.
“I should be flattered, then, I guess…” I replied. I’ve never considered myself particularly toned or athletic, but I stay busy, which keeps me in good enough shape. But it’s my attitude and outlook that keeps me young and sexy, my daughter said – it keeps me from being so boring and rigid. I laughed. “I’ll take it as a win,” I said.
Trying to steer our conversation back to the carnal before we said goodbye, the image of her on her knees in front of me still fresh in my mind, I asked her if she wanted to go shopping for more lingerie this year. “I don’t mind going,” she said, “but I thought maybe you’d like to surprise me – I’ll wear anything you get me.”
As we wrapped up our conversation, I overheard her husband in the background asking why it had to be the beach that she insisted on going to. She told him that the ocean air was as good as any therapy, and with a slight tinge I thought I detected in her voice she said, “it’s relaxing and invigorating, at the same time.” Her husband is more of a inland guy, not particularly comfortable at the beach, but he’ll be flying out to join us for the last two days of the trip. That should be an interesting dynamic, but we will have six days together before he arrives.
Until then, I’ll be doing some online shopping for some sexy lingerie, swimsuits, and maybe some new toys. I’m getting pretty excited to see her again – it’s been two years since I’ve seen her in person. I’ll update here for the curious as things progress, and I’d be interested to hear any questions, comments or suggestions.

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