Michael Obtains Consent Part 2: Relationships Take Work

There were two reminders of Michael's wife -- Penny's mother -- deceased now for many years, as they ate dinner together that evening.

It was she who had insisted, from the first day of their marriage, on continuing a custom of dressing nicely for dinner. Nothing stuffy, nothing oppressive. Just ensuring respect and civility at the family table. And to this day Michael and Penny had continued that tradition. Before serving dinner Michael had donned slacks and a nice button down. No tie, they weren't time travelers.

Penny grinned up at him in her dark green dress. She'd begun the meal with a cardigan but it was now on the back of her chair, the room being a bit warm. One bare arm led his eye to her thin little legs as her hand sat in her lap. He tried to keep his gaze higher though. His gaze rested on her chest, where the second reminder of poor Joanne sat: a beautiful, small jewel pendant consisting in a larger ruby with copper colored wiring around it fashioned to appear as though it were embracing a smaller diamond beside it. Joanne had been born in July, Penny in April.

"Jesus fucking Christ Dad we made a good sauce!" Penny laughed.

Michael looked up from his daughter's chest -- the necklace this time, not... those... -- and grinned back. "We? It's my recipe."

She scoffed. "I will ruin your shirt." She aimed a noodle with her fork.

"You uh... then I'd have to take my shirt off... I don't think..."

She winced and laughed harder. "Gross! No!"

"Yeah. The ultimate dad threat."

"Yeah you win, yikes."

As they chatted and enjoyed the meal he learned all the things a father would want to know. Halfway through freshman year and she'd already changed majors twice. (Engineering seemed future-proof right now so that's where she'd landed at that point.) No time to party. A few gentleman and lady callers but no serious relationships. She missed her friends from high school.

"Do you remember how much oregano we put in?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head at the sudden change of subject. "Uh, huh, did we put... any? Did we forget the oregano? I don't remember..."

He examined the distant look in her face as she tried to remember what she couldn't. "Im sure we did," he said, "I might put more next time."

"Yeah get it right next time!" she winked cutely.

He didn't want to push it but he knew, over time, he would have to learn just what it was like for her, having essentially this kind of hole in her memory. Apparently she didn't create memories to fill in the gaps. She just experienced a forgetting. So far, apparently, not a troubled forgetting. Not at this point anyway, not with just a single "session" having occurred. But how far could he take it?

"You alright? You know the sauce is actually great right?"

"What?"

"The sauce, Dad, it's fine. It's great. You look worried, did I hurt your little feelings?" She laughed knowing that was not really possible.

"No, I was zoned out thinking about how awesome it is."

As they cleaned up after dinner, standing next to each other in front of the sink making a good team as always, he fantasized about, but did not act on the fantasy of, having her strip her clothes off first before helping him with the dishes... of kissing her back, her bottom, licking her crack to distract her while she tried to finish them up, of giving her friendly but hard spanking swats when she "took too long..." But he didn't feel sure having yet another major memory gap so soon after the last one wouldn't do something. How could it not be an issue? Eventually she would start noticing something was happening to her mind, wouldn't she? He wasn't sure, but he had to be sure. True, the potion's effect followed no logical principles he'd ever imagined before. All the more reason for caution.

Instead he waited until late that night, when she would expect to not remember much if anything anyway.

Twenty or thirty minutes after she'd retired to her room he knocked softly on her door. No answer. She was asleep. He knocked a little harder, then just a little bit harder until he heard her bleary, "Ugh... what?"

He said the word.

There was a long pause. Softly, he called, "Penny?"

Another pause and then, still groggy from inside, "Yeah Dad? I guess we're doing this?"

He blushed. He also went immediately erect.

"I... yes. I'm coming in now, okay?"

But the door was locked. "It's locked Dad, hang on."

In a few seconds she stood before him, her door open. Though he had now seen her fully naked atop his very lap, somehow the delightful mystery remained. The small slivers of leg covered by the hems of her shorts still felt enticingly hidden. Her chest, covered by a thin layer of cotton, still seemed to invite a first look, a copped feel.

She gingerly raised her hand up to take his, and led him inside. She stood by her bed.

"I think I'm ready," she said. "I mean I have to be, but you know what I mean."

He had imagined this moment in detail a hundred times. Determined to make this reality fit his fantasy, he instructed her. "Turn around and face your desk first," he said. "Put your hands on the desk and stay still."

She looked over at the desk recessed into a niche in her wall. "Oh," she said, absently. Then with a small bleary smile she looked at him again and said, "Got a little scene planned out? That's cute!" She walked over and did just as he had told her. He approached, examining her back, her thighs, her cute little feet, the hair falling across her neck. With one hand he reached around to rest his hand across her ribcage, and with the other he did the same to her hip. At the moment of contact he felt her twitch slightly, and knew it was only because she hadn't known exactly when or how he would touch her. He did ask, "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, Dad," she said quietly.

With his right hand at her ribcage, he began to move upwards, under her shirt, towards her breast. With his left, he moved downwards, under her shorts, towards her pubis. With his lips, he made contact with her neck. He pushed her bottom towards his erection, and he quietly moaned.

He took his time, as she stood there in position, caressing and groping her breasts, her pussy, her bottom, her legs, while kissing her neck, her cheek, her back. Eventually he pushed the shirt up over her head. She didn't move her arms, obedient to his prior command to put her hands on the desk. He pushed the shirt up over her head then down her arms so it rested on her hands. He pushed her shorts down her legs so they rested on her feet. While on his knees behind her he kissed her legs, her bottom. He then did the thing he'd imagined, gently licking the surface of the crack where her ass-cheeks met.

"You even taste good," he said. "To top it all off. This is so perfect."

She looked down at him awkwardly like a girl on a pity date who nevertheless hopes the date can end with everyone's dignity intact. "...Thank you?"

"Okay, okay," he said, "Let's... I'm ready, are you ready?"

She sighed. "To do what, Dad?"

Closing his eyes, he finally said it out loud. "Are you read to have sex with me, Penny?"

"Don't I have to be," she replied.

The quiet gratification he felt on hearing this question.

He got up from his knees, and grasped her hair, at the scalp, gently and firmly, and manipulated her head. This was the fantasy. "Yes, you do," he said, and began to guide her towards the bed.

"Ow dad, what?" She reached up to her hair.

He immediately let go.

"I was just... are you still...?"

She turned around to face him, wincing and rubbing her scalp like it had been hit by stray gravel.

"Still going to let you fuck me? Very much so, Dad. But the hair pulling was kind of a surprise."

"Oh, okay. Yeah. I'm sorry?"

"I mean it's fine, obviously you can do whatever you want, I just wasn't expecting it. I mean why force me to the bed, you know I'm going to fuck you willingly."

"It's just that, when I've, you know, fantasized about this moment, I sort of pictured it that way. Firmly forcing you onto your bed. I figured I'd try to live the fantasy," he said sheepishly.

"Makes sense," she sighed. She reached out then, and for the second time that night, she took his hand in hers. She guided it back up to her hair.

"Lead the way, pops," she winked, then squinted ahead of the coming discomfort.

He did in fact enjoy once again grasping her hair tightly. He went even tighter this time, hoping to get another surprised yelp, this time mixed with immediate obedience. The sound she made was the briefest of hisses rather than a yelp, but he was into it. He pushed her firmly towards her bed, and then pushed her down to lay on her back.

He climbed up onto the bed, fixing his eyes on her breasts, then her hips, then her face as he unzipped. In her face he could see no excited anticipation, only a faint squint of apprehension behind a quiet, accepting smile. "Tell me how you're feeling," he said.

"Well, dad, I'm a little scared it's going to hurt, and I'm pretty grossed out that you're really going through with it, and I'm completely ready to feel you inside me. Like, I want you inside me. Not like that. You know what I mean."

Her eyes went to his erection as he finished pushing his pants down. "You feel all that at the same time?" he said.

"All that at the same time," she said, spreading her legs and angling herself upward a little.

He leaned down, putting his hands on either side of her head, and watched her closely, as he lowered himself, and allowed his dick to touch her pussy.

She jumped a little at the contact. He tried to put away all his fears and doubts, and made himself do the thing. He began to push.

She held still, not moving a muscle to avoid him, not moving a muscle to meet him.

And as he pushed, he went soft. More quickly than had ever happened in his life that he could remember. It was almost as though her labia had denatured his erection on contact.

He blushed. And, he noticed, so did she.

"Fuck," he said.

"What's wrong?"

He laid down beside her and glanced briefly at his softened penis. "Fuck," he said again.

She turned onto her side and looked down at him, then up at him. "Did I do anything wrong?" she asked quietly, as they lay naked facing each other.

"I don't know, I don't think so. I think I got nervous. I mean, you know, it's a pretty big deal what I'm trying to do to you."

"Can't disagree there, Daddy."

"I guess maybe I, maybe we shouldn't..."

She put her finger on his lips. "Don't say it," she said.

He laid there enjoying her warm finger's touch for a few moments. "Dvon't svay wvhat?" he asked.

"If you complete that sentence, we won't fuck. And I am supposed to fuck you."

His penis moved. "What do you mean? You mean you're supposed to just because I told you to?"

"Exactly because you told me to," she said. There was a beat, and he heard and felt a small motion across the gap between them as their eyes held each others' gaze.

Now her hand was stroking his cock.

He closed his eyes. "Oh..."

She kissed him then, and continued stroking him. He became half-hard, and asked her, gazing at her cute little cheekbones, "How um, experienced are you?"

She replied with a coy "What do you mean," while continuing to rub his cock, now reaching her fingers down to nip at his balls.

"I mean, I want to hear a little about..." (He hissed at the ball contact.) "For example are you having sex with anyone at school?"

She grinned. "Mostly girls, to be honest dad. But I've had occasion to touch a penis or two in the past few months, if you were wondering."

"Okay. Okay. Now tell me about your favorite ways to have sex."

She knew to do so quiet and breathily. She led him to picture her, now not as fantasy but as memory of reality. He pictured her with a clitoris touching her tongue, with cum on her face, with her mouth locked with another girl's while they humped each other's legs.

She now began to climb atop him. As she did so her face came to be by his ear. She whispered through the smile she had adopted. "You're not supposed to know any of that."

"I know," he said, the final molecules shifting into place to nearly maximize penile erectitude.

She sat her pussy on him. Rather than softening this time the electric feeling of his own daughter's pussy touching his erection caused him to shiver and shake his head from side to side. She laughed. "Now I get to ask you. Are you ready Daddy?"

Before he could turn to face her again his gaze alighted on the pendant. She had set it down on her nightstand -- the ruby and diamond pendant she'd worn to dinner. "Almost," he said. "Put on that necklace."

She looked over, still moving her hips to rub his erection with her labia, and for a moment, she seemed troubled even as she reached right over. As she picked it up and moved it towards her neck she said, "Sure, but you know this was... this was mom's, or anyway, the one she gave me, right?"

He nodded, half-unable to speak due to the overwhelming physical pleasure he was feeling where their bodies were touching.

As she put the necklace on she asked quietly, "Oh are you... is it like I'm... Mom...?" For the first time since she'd drunk the potion, there was a very clear beginning of a worried scowl.

"No, no, no not that," he said between gasps. "I fucking love necklaces. Fucking love to fuck girls wearing necklaces. Goddamnit Penny you're so fucking beautiful," he said, staring at her chest, at the pendant bouncing between her small tits.

"Ah," she said, and that seemed all better. Then she giggled as maximal erectness took place. "Yep I can feel how much you like necklaces, geez Dad. Okay, so you're ready?"

He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "I'm very very ready come on!"

She positioned herself, and reached down and positioned him, and she pushed downwards.

She admitted him into herself.

Inch by inch, pressing steadily downward, her face showing the effort it took, and the determination she showed fueled his desire. His eyes bulged as he felt her completely surrounding every square inch of him. And when she then pulled upwards and pushed down, he yelled in pleasure. She continued, making a face reminiscent of someone engaged in a light but persistent workout. Concentration, a job to do, willing effort.

"You're doing well," he said, and she smiled a little, said "thanks Dad" between quick breaths, and continued sliding herself up and down, up and down. He felt every part of her, gazed at his daughter's exquisite neck with the chain of her pendant hanging enticingly from it.

He brought her down to kiss him, while she continued her workout. Then he released her to gaze again at her undulating torso and gorgeous face.

He grasped her small breast, fitting almost entirely within his hand. Then he watched the muscles around her eyes and mouth squrm a little more as she concentrated through a light stroking and then pinching of her nipples. He thrust upward into her.

Finally his stomach clenched, he moaned, he clutched at his daughter's butt and pushed up into her. He pulled her hair so he could see her face. He pressed his finger into her asshole, watched the surprise then acceptance. Finally he desperately flooded her womb with his cum. He saw the discomfort and determination in her eyes and pressed all the harder into her with his erection, feeling her pussy against his balls. "Penny, fuck, oh my god," he moaned again into her neck emptying himself into her.

She lay still on top of him while he continued slowly moving his pelvis rhythmically towards hers.

"That was so good," he said.

"I'm glad," she whispered.

"So so good. Was it, did I hurt you? I hope it wasn't... terrible..."

"It did hurt a little bit but that's okay Daddy," she said, lifting herself up a little, now on her hands and knees above him. "It looks like I did a good job," she smiled. "And obviously that's all that matters."

"You did. Amazing."

"Okay," she said, still hovering over him on hands and knees. "I kind of don't know what to do next I guess, Dad."

"Uhhh..." he began.

"What?"

"Well um."

"Oh, there's a thing?"

"Uhhh.... yeah..." he said sheepishly.

She shook her head complacently. "Your wish is my command, go for it."

"Uhhhmmm yeah... I guess I'm going to make you... clean... me... with your mouth... now...."

Her eyes went wide. She laughed as she crawled downwards across his stomach. "Dad oh my god!"

He blushed. "That's the fantasy."

"You're like really disgusting," she grinned looking up at him as she lowered her face to his wet, softening dick. She winced as her lips approached. She snickered as she took it in.

When he let her stop, she went into her bathroom and cleaned herself out, brushed her teeth again, and as he hadn't moved from her bed yet, she simply got under the blanket with him after putting her pj's back on and cuddled against his chest. "I don't know all the feelings you're having right now but do you think you can fall asleep while I hold you?" he asked.

"I don't know all the feelings I'm having either, but yes." She closed her eyes, and after a few minutes turned around. He became erect against her butt but he gave no new commands and so she continued working on falling asleep. When she did, he finally slipped out of his daughter's bed and left her there.

The next morning, very early, when he knew she wouldn't be awake yet, he walked past her door and yelled the word. She blearily moaned, "Whaa? Huh?" from her room. He did not reply, and she fell back asleep.