Cross Country Taboo Ch. 02

I highly suggest you read "Ch. 1" or this story will not make much sense.

Thank you to my editor "oldnakeddad"

Thank you to all who enjoy my stories.

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I got out of the Expedition and began to make my way toward the bathroom. As I walked, I noticed Chloe had looked over at me and smiled as she walked next to me.

"How's the trip going, big brother?"

Chloe looked different, somehow...happier than she'd been when we first left. When we first started the journey, she had pouted and demanded to sit in the front seat. She had been pissed off about having to move from Salt Lake and she let everyone in the family know it.

I noticed something else, too...her hair was ruffled, her face was flushed, her makeup was smudged and her eyes looked a little watery. It almost looked as if she had been crying but her expression and behavior was completely the opposite.

"It's going pretty good," I said, unable to hide my smile as I thought about what mom and I had done in the backseat.

"You seem to have warmed up to the trip," I said.

"Oh, you have no idea, big brother. No idea at all!"

She continued toward the ladies room, leaving me puzzled. I shrugged to myself, 'Well, at least she's in a better mood now.' If I hadn't been so preoccupied with my own thoughts, I might have realized what was going on but, as it was, all I could think about were mom's fantastic tits and her luscious pussy.

**************** Chloe's Story

I had entered the bathroom and saw mom looking at herself in the mirror...she was smiling and seemed to be lost in her own thoughts as she splashed water onto her face.

"Hi, mom," I said as I went into one of the stalls.

"O-Oh, hi, Chloe. Everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, mom, just going to the bathroom," I said in my best bitch voice.

"Okay, honey," mom said, absently.

By her lukewarm response, it was apparent to me she didn't care what I had stated at that moment. I could have told her the entire story and she would have said `Okay, honey.' Something was obviously going on with her but I was too engrossed in my own thing to care.

I sat on the toilet, not really needing to go but figured I better make a show of it. I started to think back on the last few hours and a smile came upon my face.

`Oh, my god. I can't believe what happened' and I was soon lost in my own thoughts about the last few hours...

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I had climbed into the front seat of the Expedition and tried to make myself comfortable. I knew I was a bitch by demanding to sit in the front but I really wanted to spend some time with dad, even if it was only to watch him drive.

Dad and I had become very distant over the last couple of weeks, more than before, and I wanted to talk to him during the move, if I could. I wanted to clear a few things up and see where things stood between us because something had happened a few weeks prior that changed things, irrevocably, between daddy and me.

I had recently turned eighteen and I was looking forward to finally being treated as an adult. It was my senior year of High School and I was graduating with a B average. I hadn't taken my SAT's because I didn't really know what I wanted to do after High School...Jason didn't fully commit to college and he seemed to be doing fine so a year off, before I made a decision, sounded like a good idea to me.

In our school, like many others around the country, they had "take your kid to work day." Dad decided, if I wasn't going to go to college then maybe a job working for FedEx, with him, might give me some direction. I wasn't exactly thrilled by the prospect but a day away from school was enough of an incentive for me to go.

We arrived at work, dad gave me a uniform to put on and let me change in his office...he wasn't the big boss but it was clear he had an important job and people respected him. I hadn't ever given much thought as to what my dad did for a living, I just enjoyed the money he made and lived my own life. Seeing how people treated and respected him made me see my father in an entirely different light.

After I removed my top and shorts, something on his desk caught my eye...it was a picture of me from my graduation. The frame said, "My Proudest Day." I looked around and saw a few other pictures of the rest of the family but all of them were of the entire family together...mine was the only one by itself.

I actually felt a few tears well up as I realized daddy truly was proud of me and my accomplishments. As I stood there in only my panties, I rarely wore a bra, I looked at the pictures and thought about my father...then the door opened.

"Sweetie, are you ready?" my dad asked as he entered the office.

"Are y..." he stopped mid-sentence, frozen as he saw me standing there, half naked.

"Ooh, sorry d-daddy," I stammered, realizing he saw me.

"I-I'll come back, I thought you were changed already," he said, as he closed the door.

I was beet red with embarrassment but I also couldn't help but notice how dad had looked at me...how his gaze had fallen upon my bare breasts and, as he closed the door, I caught him as he took one more peek at me. I knew he was trying to be discreet but a woman knows when she is being checked out. It was strange...as embarrassed as I was,

I also kind of liked it. I know how terrible that sounds but having my father check me out made me feel good.

I guess, like many girls, my dad was my first love. Freud says, `Most girls compare every man they meet, for the rest of their lives, to their father. The same goes for guys comparing girls to their mothers.

That's why so many people end up marrying people like their parents...for better or worse.' In my case, it was definitely for better. While my father and I hadn't always been close, he was a great dad.

Dad had worked very hard at his job and my brother and I had pretty much always gotten whatever we wanted. He was also a hottie...I know that sounds creepy, but it really was true.

Dad had kept himself in great shape. For a man in his 40's, he never had let himself go like many of my friend's dads had done. He made regular trips to the gym, watched what he ate and looked like a man much younger than his real age.

More than once, while sunbathing by the pool, I had caught myself looking at his muscled torso as he swam laps in the pool. What I didn't know then...he had probably checked me out as well.

`Come on Chloe. What the hell is wrong with you? He's your dad and he probably wasn't checking you out. You're only imagining it,' I told myself but somehow, I knew that wasn't true. My daddy had seen my bare breasts and liked it and...I had liked him seeing them.

Feeling like an evil person, I quickly got dressed, eventually opened the door and dad was waiting outside for me. He immediately turned away, noticeably blushing.

"Okay, let's get you started in the sorting room," he said, walking away from me.

"Okay, Chloe, this is Tina. She oversees the sorting area so listen to everything she tells you, she's one of the best we have," he said, after getting me to the sorting area.

He had looked at Tina as he said this and I couldn't help but notice the look of pride on her face as dad talked about her. I also noticed the way she looked at dad...it was evident somebody had a crush on my dad!

Either he didn't notice or he hid it very well for my benefit, either way, it wasn't long before I was left alone with Tina in her office. I actually felt a pang of jealousy.

Over the course of the next few hours, I had learned all about how FedEx sorts and delivers mail for the post office and that the USPS actually contracts FedEx to deliver a lot of their packages.

I was paired up with another girl, Stacy, who was a couple of years older than me. Stacy turned out to be kind of cool. She showed me around and gave me some stuff to do.

I was actually fascinated how all the packages and mail was sorted. We gossiped about boys and school until lunch time then I was taken down to the lunch room.

There were a lot of people in the lunch room and very few seats. Stacy promised she would save me a seat but I had decided to surprise dad for lunch. He and I hadn't spent much time together over the last few years so I figured, maybe, it was time for us to catch up a bit.

I got myself a salad and a Diet Pepsi and headed back to dad's office, located on the third floor.

I took the stairs, as it felt good to get a little exercise...usually, by that point in the day, I had already run a couple of miles. As I arrived on his floor, I noticed very few people at their desks and figured most of them were probably at lunch. I was about to knock on dad's closed office door when I heard something.

Puzzled, I listened for a moment...it sounded almost like grunting and heavy breathing. I was really curious so I put my ear up to the door and what I heard shocked the hell out of me.

Heavy breathing, combined with an unmistakable wet smacking sound...it sounded like dad was masturbating! Having heard my brother, on multiple occasions, and seen a few pornos, I knew exactly what jacking off sounded like. `What the fuck?' I thought to myself. Then I heard something that changed everything.

"Oh fuck, Chloe!" I heard my dad say.

`WHAT?' I said to myself. I couldn't believe it. `Dad is thinking about me while he is jacking off!' I was completely shocked. So many thoughts and emotions were going through my head.

Part of me was disgusted, part of me was turned on, and part of me was curious. I was curious as to: why dad would risk jacking off in his office; why he would think about me and, finally; why a part of me wanted to see it. I felt so ashamed for wanting to see him but there was an undeniable urge inside of me to see his cock.

I had suddenly realized...maybe this was something I had wanted before. Of course, I never would have thought about dad jacking off but, maybe, I had some feelings about dad before today.

Dad had always treated me like his little princess and, at one time, we had been close. However, as I had gotten older, I grew away from him. Indeed, I had grown away from everyone in the family a little bit.

Maybe that was normal, I didn't know but what I did know was my initial disgust had turned into something different. I glanced around the office, making sure nobody was around...it was all but empty.

I took a deep breath, put my hand on the knob, turned it, purposely opened the door quickly and pretended to look down, setting my purse on the chair to the right of his desk.

"Hi, daddy. I decided to surprise you for lunch," I called out loudly.

I got a quick glimpse of his cock. Impressive was not the word to justify it. By that point, I was definitely not a virgin and had seen a few dicks, including my brother's cock which was pretty impressive, but dad had every one of them put to shame.

I don't know how many inches, exactly, but it was bigger than Jason's and I had heard him tell one of his friends he had eight inches. Dad's however, was easily longer.

I only caught a glimpse of his glistening cock head as he hurriedly put it away after I walked in. I looked up from my ruse to see him fumbling with his zipper, his shirt was unbuttoned, and I could see his chest and stomach.

I had noticed how good Dad still looked for a man in his early 40's, of course, but after all of the events of the day, I had also noticed my father in an entirely different light. I also noticed something else...the picture of me had been in dad's free hand when I had walked in.

Dad actually had thought about me while he jacked off. Against everything I knew was right, my pussy started to get wet...I couldn't help it. Knowing what he had been doing and knowing it was about me was simply too much, I couldn't control myself as dad tried his best to recover.

"Oh, ah, hey, pumpkin, what are you doing here?" he asked, still fumbling with his clothes. He looked down and quickly said.

"I, ah, was only changing. I spilled some chemicals on myself while inspecting a machine earlier."

It was a bad lie, and we both knew it. We also knew I had seen something but neither of us was ready to admit it yet.

"I told you, daddy. I thought I would surprise you for lunch." I said.

My eyes were uncontrollably going to his, very noticeably, protruded crotch. He was still rock hard even after being surprised by me! I decided to push it a little. I pretended to yawn and stretch which allowed my shirt to ride up, exposing my flat stomach and belly ring. He made a slight grunt and then caught himself and pretended it was a burp.

"Excuse me."

"Daddy, did you bring a lunch?"

I already knew the answer...mom had been packing dad's lunch every day for years but I wanted to break the tension.

"Yes, it's in the fridge over there."

He pointed toward a little refrigerator on the right side of his office. I went over and retrieved the bag and can of soda from it. I took my time, to give him a few seconds to compose and adjust himself. I took them over and set them on the desk in front of him and placed my salad in front of me and sat on the chair, opposite of him, in front of his desk.

We both ate in silence for a few minutes until, finally, dad broke the silence.

"So, how did things go in the sorting room?" he asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. For the first time in about 5 minutes, he looked at me.

"Good! Stacy, Tina, and pretty much everybody has been really helpful."

We talked for a few minutes about everything I had learned during the morning then we were left with another uncomfortable silence. We both knew what was on each other's mind but neither one of us was willing to break the ice until I dropped my fork onto the floor.

"I'll get it," dad said.

"No, no, I got it," I quickly said and immediately went down onto the floor.

My fork had gone under his desk and was lying near his feet. I grabbed it then did something that forever changed my relationship with my father...I put my hand on his leg.

"Sorry, I need to hold onto something for balance."

My hand felt the hard muscle of his calf underneath his pants and, without thinking about it, I began to rub it up and down.

"Man, daddy, you really do work out," I said as I continued to gently caress his calf.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. Okay, honey, that's enough. This is making me feel uncomfortable."

I had a sudden dirty thought as he pulled his leg away...`If that makes you uncomfortable, then wait until you feel this,' I thought as I pushed myself forward, placing my body between his legs and looked up at him, directly into his eyes.

"Daddy you and I both know what you were doing when I came in here, earlier."

He looked at me with shame in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't think you would be back up here so soon." Then he looked away with more shame in his eyes.

"I guess you're old enough to know the truth now. Things between your mother and I haven't been so hot lately and sometimes I need to, you know, take care of business."

He looked back at me and I locked eyes with him once again.

"I understand, daddy."

I don't think he felt my hands as they moved up his legs, over his knees and toward his crotch.

"What you don't know, daddy, is that I heard you outside in the hall."

"What? I-I don't know what to say!" he exclaimed.

His face was beet red as he put one hand up to his mouth.

"Daddy, it's okay. I'm not mad." I said, as I scooted my body further up toward him.

It was as if somebody else had controlled my body. Before that day, I had never thought of dad like that however, that was before that morning and a few minutes prior. Something had changed inside of me...instead of being revolted and upset with my dad, I was wet and horny.

Some part of me wanted him about as much as I had ever wanted anything in my life. As I looked back, I realized it must have been building up before that day but, at the time, I had only started to understand it. He felt my hands moving closer to his crotch.

"Chloe, what are you doing?" he asked, sternly.

"Taking the next step, daddy," I replied as my hands finally found his crotch and his now stiffening cock underneath his pants.

"Chloe, you can't. I mean, we can't. What the hell are you doing?" he said, squirming as my hands began to caress his cock.

"Daddy, I told you. It's okay. I want this. I want you. Nobody will ever have to know," I said, looking up at him and smiling with a lustful look in my eyes.

I couldn't believe myself...part of me knew dad was right and part of me knew what I was about to do was wrong on so many levels but I couldn't control myself. I had caught a glimpse of dad's massive cock and it was all I could think about, since. All of the things that had happened that day led me to that moment and I was prepared to go all the way.

"Honey, really, we can't. You're my daughter. It's wrong, this is wrong," he said defensively, but he never moved my hands or stopped them from continuing.

"Don't worry about it, daddy. I know you like me and I like you too. It's okay, just enjoy the moment."

How, and when, the hell did I become so wise? Usually, I was a spoiled brat and I knew it but that day something had changed, or maybe it hadn't? I had found something I wanted, and by god, I was going to have it!

I continued to massage his stiff cock through his trousers until, finally, I had enough...without a word, I reached up, unbuttoned his pants and began to unzip his fly.

"Chloe, please, we can't," dad said.

His protest was only half-hearted. A large part of him wanted it to happen...he was only going through the motions of objection.

"Shhhh," I said, as I completely pulled down his zipper, causing his gigantic cock to spring up under his boxers.

"Oh my, daddy. Let's see what we have here!"

I reached in, grabbed his hot cock and pulled it out through the fly. Seeing the enormous dick out and in its full glory caused my pussy to immediately start to leak. She was already wet but I was sure I would have to change, or remove, my panties afterward.

"Wow, daddy. That's the biggest one I've ever seen," I exclaimed. Realizing what I had said, I looked up at him.

"What do you mean, the biggest one you have ever seen? How many have you seen?"

His eyes narrowed as he looked down at me.

I thought quickly, grabbed his massive, veiny shaft with one hand and promptly moved my mouth up to the dripping mushroom head of his engorged cock and licked the tip of it.

"Never mind, dad," I said as my tongue began to work the tip of his incredible dick.

My father forgot all about his question as I started to work on his cock. I allowed the tip to slide over my lips, used my tongue to massage the tip in a circle, savored the pre-cum that oozed from the hole and swallowed it as if it was honey.

"Okay, daddy, lift up for a second."

He lifted his ass into the air as I pulled both his trousers and his underwear down over his cock and down to his ankles.

"That's better," I said.

Once again grabbing his cock with my left hand while my mouth began to work on his balls, I took each one in my lips, popping and sucking on them while my hand gently jerked his cock up and down. I couldn't believe what I was doing, I was actually sucking my own father's cock and loving every second of it.

I worked my way up the shaft, spitting on and licking his huge dick until, finally, I opened my mouth wide and promptly impaled myself upon his cock. I swallowed as much of it as I could and felt his cock hit the back of my throat.

Immediately feeling the urge to gag, I fought it as hard as I could before finally coming up for air. I coughed and spit while I continued to jerk my dad's cock.

"Oh my god, Chloe!" Dad breathed as I worked his cock like a massive lollipop.