“I want to suck on you,” Abby says into Mat’s mouth. His hand is down her shorts as they lay on the couch. He pauses the motion on his daughter’s clit, warm fingertips playing in her wetness.He shakes his head.“Not tonight, baby.”“Why?”“Because.”“When, then?” she says softly. She knows he enjoyed what she did to him a few days ago. She also knows he has always been reluctant to let her gratify him. What she doesn’t understand is why.Abby did a fantastic job sucking Mat’s dick for the first time, better than he’d anticipated, and for some reason, that scares him. He hasn’t let her do it since. Mat presses his lips together, sighing through his nose.“Why won’t you let me?” Abby asks. Suddenly she doesn’t look sixteen. The seriousness in her features is deeper than her age. Mat pulls his hand out of her shorts.“Because it’s one thing to make these lessons about you. To get you to understand your body and know what you’re capable of, that real pleasure should always be given to you. It’s another thing to make these lessons about me.” As much as he wants to teach her to stroke him and suck him and please him, that is what makes him most guilty. Wanting his daughter to do things to him, things he shouldn’t want.Abby sits up a little, leaning on her elbow.“Dad, you’re teaching me about sex. Shouldn’t that include how to pleasure people other than myself?”“Not necessarily.” She gives him a look. “Abby, you don’t need to worry about pleasing other people right now. Can’t you just be content with what I do to you?”“Why is it bad if we focus on you?”“I’ve told you, this isn’t about me.”“What if I want taksim escort it to be?” Mat’s dark eyes stare at his daughter. She stares right back. “If you’re worried I’ll want to practice what you teach me on other people, you don’t need to be.” Her addressing that topic makes his concern on the matter all the more real in spite of her saying it won’t happen.“Abby…”“I know that you treat me better than all those boys in my school ever would. I know you care about me, that you want to preserve my youth as much as you can. But you like being this way with me. And I like it, too. It’s just us. I want to please you as much as you please me.”“Not tonight.” Normally she wouldn’t push this, wouldn’t argue with her dad’s firm tone, but all the waiting is making her crazy.“What are you afraid of?” she demands. Mat immediately sits up, Abby’s legs across his lap. She’s taken aback by his sudden posture, the hard look on his face.“I’m afraid of pushing you too far.” His deep voice keeps her silent. “I do like being this way with you, Abigail, but I have to control myself. If we do make this about me, we may end up doing things that… you might not like.” Mat watches her every nuance as she processes his words. Mostly she’s curious how deep a gutter his mind really is. What kind of stuff does he want to do with her? Haven’t they done a lot already?“Maybe I will like it.” Those are the words she decides on. Mat closes his eyes, inhaling slowly.“Just because you may like it doesn’t mean we should do it.”“Why?” Mat opens his eyes.“Because this isn’t about me.”“If you’re trying to make this about me, beşiktaş escort then give me what I want.”“What do you want?”“For you to give in!” They glare at each other, Abby’s words lingering between them.“I want you to stop keeping yourself from me, to stop holding back. You like pleasing me. Did it ever occur to you that I like pleasing you?” He doesn’t answer. “This isn’t just about me anymore. It’s about us. Stop being afraid of pushing me away, of frightening me. I’m not afraid to be with you. I trust you more than anyone in the world. I want to make you happy.”“You do make me happy,” he says quietly. She’s a good person, a beautiful girl with her head on straight, a teenager on the honor roll who listens to her father and rarely talks back. She’s a model daughter whom Mat has always loved as his own.Abby reaches down between them and grabs his dick outside his pants.“I want to make this happy,” she says, and her fierce conviction, her certainty and her sexiness get him hard so fast she can feel it grow. Mat kisses her. She returns his fervor.When these lessons first started, Mat never allowed himself expectations. His fantasies were countless, his hopes secret and colorful, but his intentions remained on her importance. Mat told himself it was okay to teach Abby these things, she’s old enough to know about sex, to have it herself. Girls have given birth younger than her. He isn’t trying to warp her perception on how sex should be, to take away her innocence for himself and turn her into a toy for his own use. Every touch and kiss and lick has been done with respect and love. He wants her happy, and if she wants that physical gratification from him, he wants to give it to her.Now she wants more. He isn’t pushing her, she’s pulling him, asking him to take these steps with her. She wants to please him, and she arrived at this decision on her own. Mat has never been more turned on.He stands up with Abby in his arms and walks upstairs. She nips at his neck, rolling her body against him, her ass in his hands. She’s ecstatic. She knows she has won.“If I ever do anything you don’t like,” he begins as he walks them into his room.“You’ve never done anything I don’t like,” Abby interjects.“There’s still a lot more I can do with you, baby.”“Then show me.” Mat sets Abby on her feet and pulls off her shirt. His hard chest is already bare as he reaches down and grabs her tiny shorts, sliding them over her perfect ass, the round curve of her behind straining to be free of her bottoms. Mat gropes her chest and waist and ass as she pulls at him. He doesn’t think she’ll truly be fearless when trying new things, but that’s ok. Sex is meant to be an adventure.“You say you like pleasing me?” he asks before their tongues lick together.“Yes.”“I know a way we can please each other at the same time.” She smiles. “Come here.”Mat goes to the bed and lays down first. Flat on his back, Abby watches him pull off his boxers, his perfectly straight, thick cock standing at attention. He’s a mound of dark muscle, and he’s all hers.“Come sit on my face,” he says, and she turns beet red. Maybe it’s the context, the way he worded it, but it shocks her, the blood rush tingling under her cheeks. He smiles at her, all white teeth in his naturally tanned face. He likes that she isn’t totally fearless. If she were, he’d never see this look on her face.