Layla's Seduction (FRS)

A LOSER'S PUNISHMENT

In a matter of minutes the tables had turned, the coin had flipped to the other side- he'd taken her initial position- now he was the one ashamed, embarrassed and regretful. Now he couldn't even bare to look her in the eyes.

He could just feel it, she was going to judge him, she was probably going to rise to her feet and continue to leave, she was now not  going to view him the same way, she was just going to see him as a disgusting old man. He didn't want that! He didn't want his only daughter, the only child he's ever fathered, to be embarrassed to call him her father, to remember him as a sick f**k who got fantasized about her.

Releasing her from his embrace, George took into account the shocked expression on his daughter's face - he hadn't expected any less, in fact he'd expected way worse, no daughter could handle being told by her father- the man she trusts, the man who raised her, who watched her grow up- that just the sight of her has his c**k raging in his pants- of course he wasn't expecting her to smile and wave it of with a "Good to know, do you know where my Metallica shirt is?"

He was practically shitting his pants. He had done it, confessed. There was no turning back now, he could not retract his words, he could do nothing but await the backlash.  No amount of palliating, no amount of sugar coating could justify what had just come out of his mouth.

"I really didn't want to tell you this, i shouldn't be ogling you like a dirty old man, but that's just what i am, a dirty old man who can't control his impulses. I'm ashamed, i tried to bury this feelings, but they go away, I'm sorry for how I've been treating you the past days, it wasn't fair on you, I'm sorry for scaring you like this sweetheart, I'll understand if you go back to your mother, I'll understand if you hate me after all this." Yes he'll understand it, but accepting it, will be s whole other thing. As much as he'd given her his permission, as much as he told her he'd understand if she walks out of that door and doesn't come back- he didn't want that, he silently prayed an endless prayer that she didn't react in the worst possible way, that she gave him a chance to prove that he can change and be a better father, that she gave him a chance to rectify his wrongs and let him pay his dues and work towards recovering their relationship.

But his hopes were at a low, there was no forgiveness in those eyes, just shock and another unreadable emotion. He felt as though she was already judging him, already hurling out some taunting words at him, as she bore her eyes into him. All he could think of was, "What i done? Oh what the f*****g hell have i done!"

George buried his face in his hands, as he stood up, letting the reality sink in like a stack of needles, painful. He'd denied it, ran from it, lied to  himself  and in the end, he ended up facing it, accepting it - the truth was undeniable and unchanging: he was attracted to his own daughter and not only had  he let his attraction to be known, he'd also placed it wrongly, he'd used all the wrong words, which made it seem like seem like his interest in her was purely s****l, which wasn't.

As much as he wanted to explain himself and make that clear, he didn't want to make matters worse, he knew she'd rather not discuss this with him. That she must probably be confused, shocked, dumbfounded and traumatized.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Layla perked up with a soft, "No." Hate him? ! Why would she hate him when he'd just made her sooooo happy!!

No amount of words could describe how happy she was that her feelings were not one-sided. She'd been fantasizing about being his woman, about being 'daddy's little kitten' since she was 16. Of course she never said anything or even act in a way that would give her attraction away, fearing he might reject her and then she'd have destroyed their relationship. A well matured, beautifully aged,  sexy,  intelligent, successful, much older man, found HER attractive. It was insane. She was actually so happy that, she feared her heart might burst open. 

But she couldn't tell him that. From the looks of it, he wouldn't want to pursue anything with her - he was too devastated as it, having acknowledged his attraction to her. It was the most unconventional, unmentionable, abominable in many terms, romance that could ever spark between a father and his daughter- she understood where he was coming from.

And as much as, she was on top of the world, she couldn't afford to wreck her universe. She had to think of her mother. Of herself, of her parent's reputation, of upholding the prestigious Woods and Hannes name. She wasn't going to do anything about her feelings. She was going to carry on as though nothing ever happened, no matter how hard it might be.

Layla stood up and lowered his hands from his face, exposing his devastated expression, his eyes harbored a lot of despair, he looked like he wanted to hang himself- it pained her to see him like this. He was suffering, while she was happier than a person who's just won 200 million dollars in the national lottery.  "You're not a dirty old man," she held both his hands, staring at him lovingly, "You're my father and I will never ever hate you. I want us to move on from this, please?"

Well that certainly didn't go as bad as he thought he could. But how can she be so calm? Did she mean her words or she just wanted to escape the uncomfortable conversation.

"I'd love that as well baby, but i need to know- you're not mad at me? I didn't scare you? You sure you don't want to say anything, i won't mind, just say anything you wan-"

"Dad! There's really nothing to say, despite everything you're still my father, i just want by buddy back, I'm not mad at you, not even a tincy wicncy bit, mad at you. Now let's just pretend none of this ever happened, okay?" She gave him a small smile, her puffy eyes lighting up.

As much as he was relieved that she wasn't angry at him,  her words also did sting. She was rejecting him. She wanted him to pretend he'd never risked and bared his dignity as sacrifice, just to tell her how he felt. It was hard. But it was best he did so. Best he forced himself to forget anything ever happened.

"You're right, let's just start afresh." In a jesting manner, George moved her luggage outside and came back, closing the door behind him. "Now you go, outside and we have a do-over."

Layla laughed, she'd forgotten just how much of a joker he can be. Going outside, she knocked on the door, her smile broadening as he opened the door, pretending he was seeing her for the first time. Oh he has such a beautiful smile. "Oh my god dad!" She exclaimed, launching herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and tightly hugging him, while his muscular arms rested on her waist. "I can't believe I'm finally here, i missed you so so much..hmm.." she nuzzled her nose on his shirt, "you still wear the same cologne, you smell so good, you always smell so good."

This was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. Her body was pressing so tightly against his, that he was struggling to take his mind away from warmth of her touch, her sweet scent, the softness of her skin- he could it, he could feel himself getting hard, and he sure, soon she'd feel it too. It was debilitating, he couldn't even go into character, but he didn't want to go back to being 'awkward' , so he tried his best. "Look at you, you're a woman now, when I left you were still wearing mickey mouse shirts and kiddy shorts."

"That is not true!" Layla defended, still not releasing him from his embrace.

"I think we should go inside now." George sighed, smiling nervously, trying to get her to let go before his erection poked at her thigh and shamed him.

"Let's stay like this a little bit longer, please, I mean i haven't seen you in two years." Layla spoke so innocently and so sweetly, that he couldn't deny her.

"I'm glad we got to make-up, i don't like seeing you cry." George could do as little as to fidget, he seriously needed to break this close contact, before it broke him.

"I'm glad we got to make ou-.. make- up too." Layla's eyes bulged out, she hope he didn't catch on to that. It was just a slip of the tongue. She tried to convince herself. He couldn't make anything to that human mistake.

"I love you baby, don't you ever forget that." Hopefully that concluded this torturous hug. He was sure she must've have sensed the growth by now and he was embarrassed beyond the word.

"I love you too daddy."

Daddy.

The way it rolled off her tongue, had his d**k twitching. He rarely called him daddy, and in those special times she called him daddy, it was so gratifying, he wanted her to call him that the entire day.

Finally detaching from him, Layla slid past him, getting into the house. "I'm a woman, I won't carry my own luggage, chop chop!" She teased.

George chuckled, casually trying to hide the bulge in his pants, before carrying her bag and wheeling in the suitcase.

She was her usual bubbly self, maybe she hadn't felt his erection. Maybe she was too concentrated on something else to have even noticed.

Oh but she had felt it..that's why she'd prolonged the hug.

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It was well in the afternoon when Layla woke up from her nap to the smell of chocolate, no, something baked. Now this, was interesting.

Walking into the kitchen, her lips curved up to a wide smile when she saw her father whisking something in a bowl, wearing a pink apron, with flour all over him. "Now this I thought I'd never see! Dad what in the world are you doing?" Now her father might be a lot of things, but he definitely was no cook, or baker - cooking he could try, at least he'd never poisoned anyone..baking on the other hand- he was an absolute disaster.

"I'm making us some brownies." His eyes kept shifting from the bowl to the recipe on his iPad. He was so serious and dedicated, she'd gained a bit of hope in him..until of course,

"Let me see." She peeked inside the bowl, immediately having to suppress her laughter when she saw the supposed brownie batter. "That is not how the batter should be, it's too dough-yy, it's going to come out a big biscuit or cookie, not a brownie." She tried to advise him, but could the proud man take it?

"I know you have no faith in me when it comes to baking, but i followed the recipe and this is going to come out a moist, beautiful brownie, we can even bet on it." Oh it was amusing. How confidently her father slid the pan into the oven, how confidently he challenged her.

"Okay, if I win, which i am certain i am, you'll give me a piggy back ride, whenever I want, for three days. She so had this in the bag. There was absolutely no way, that thick dough was going to turn into a brownie - it was scientifically impossible.

"If I win, you're  on dish duty for a week."

"Deal." Layla smirked as she playfully shook his hand, mouthing the words, "you're going down old man." To him. George in return, mouthing "we'll see about that."

"It should be ready in half an hour, and you'll get to see my marvelous creation."

Layla rolled her eyes, fixing herself a sandwich, "Righhhtt.. 'marvelous creation'."

×30 minutes later×

The timer went off and George put on some oven gloves, excitedly pulling the pan out of the oven.

Layla sprinted across the room, just as excited to see the epic fail. "Let's see it." Layla only had to see the brown  hard, biscuit-bread with a crack on its center, for a split second, before bursting into laughter. "Wha- wha- what- a mar- a-marvelous creation hey." She laughed so hard, she felt her ribs getting painful.

"Wow! That is the most beautiful brownie I've ever seen." Her fit of laughs just didn't want to end, tears were rolling down her eyes, she couldn't even breathe correctly due to how hard she was laughing.

"Alright, alright, I think that's enough now." George rolled his eyes, slicing into the disaster he'd created.

"It's just th- it's just that, i told you that it was going to turn out like this, and you acted like the expert..oh lord! You've really made my day, i have to take a picture of this beautiful marvelous creation." She continued to mock him, finally sobering up. "You owe me a piggy back ride."

Her father frowned, disdain in his tone, "Remind me never to bet with you."

"Because I ALWAYS win." Layla bragged. "Come here daddy, it's time to pay your dues." She beckoned him with a finger, before spinning on her heels and strutting out of the room.

There was that word again. And it might've been him imagining things, but the words came out so seductively from her mouth.

"Now?!" He shouted, having not anticipated she'd want a piggy back ride so soon.

"Yes now! You'll find me in my room." Layla yelled back.

Being a sore loser, he dragged his feet to the mentioned room, not wearing a smile even for pretense. "Let's get this done and over with."

"Sit down on the bed, you know you're much taller than me, it'll be easier for me to climb that way." Oh Layla was enjoying this.  Way too much. She was reliving the good old days.

It's piggy back ride time!!!!

"God what I have I gotten myself into!" George sat on the bed, not every pleased he had lost, and definitely not very pleased he was going to be turned into a human pony.

Layla crawled up behind him, sliding her legs around his waist and wrapping her hands around his shoulders as if hugging him from behind.

Well this wasn't very ideal. He could smell her intoxicating sweet scent of vanilla and coco-butter with a hint of strawberry- he almost lost himself in the hypnotizing scent, until the guilt of her being his daughter, his flesh and blood, snapped him out of his trance.

He stood up, and Layla gripped her thighs around his waist, latching on tightly so she didn't fall. To support her, George grabbed on her to her exposed thighs. She just had to be wearing shorts now didn't she!

"That tickles." Layla slightly jolted up, her bare feet landing on his thighs, sending a shot of pleasure throughout his body as they collided. He could his d**k waking up in his pants.

This was the worst position for him to be in.

"Okay, how about you take me to the kitchen so I can grab a chocolate bar." Layla ordered happily, in enjoying the bonding session on her own terms. It was enjoyable. He hadn't even her a piggy back since she was eleven, it was nice. Very nice.

"Yes master." George said in a mimicked Frankenstein voice, desperately trying to discipline his unruly d**k. He just wasn't about to embarrass himself again.

But willing his erection down, became a lot harder, when Layla angled her feet at his crotch, rubbing them against the material of his jean while giggling innocently.

Did she know what she was doing to him? Was she doing this on purpose?

"I think the ride is over now, there's something  i have to attend to." George lied, trying his best to get himself out of this.

"Ahh ahh ahh." Layla teased. "I'm the winner, i get to decide when the ride is over. Now..take me to the garden." She pressed her feet even harder against his crotch, the rubbing pressure increasing with the growing bulge, making it hard for him to walk.

She was doing it on purpose, she was very aware of what she was doing to him. But didn't she say she wanted to forget anything ever happened?

"Layla.." He groaned in pleasure, rooted to the spot he was in.

"Yes daddy?" She seductively whispered in his ear.

"Baby please stop before I take you right on this kitchen counter."

*Now i feel like this platform doesn't really writers to interact with their fans and readers = and i want to know more about you and want you to know more about me. Do you want to know more about me?

well from now on, I'm going to ask one or two questions relating to me, that you can answer in the comment section because there is really no other place to do so, and then i'll ask a question relating to you, my readers.

sounds like fun? 

okay he is the first question -= IF YOU WERE TO GUESS, HOW OLD WOULD YOU THINK I AM?

DO YOU THINK I'M MALE OR FEMALE?

here is one from me to you-= WHAT WAS THE NAME OF THE FIRST INCEST STORY THAT YOU READ? WHAT WAS YOUR REACTION?