[FM] Daddy, I need you to goon for me again!

(Everyone is 18+)

It’s a little bit of family magic. My mother showed me as much as she could before she passed away. Those were dark days. Days we both try not to think of but the shadow it cast on our lives was huge. That’s why I’m studying in my home town rather than a more illustrious university. We look after each other.

Case in point, the current conversation. I’ve got a huge test today and I know how to boost my intelligence. I study his face across the table as he mechanically eats his breakfast. “Daddy, I need you to goon for me again.”

He looks… Excited, dismayed, guilty, enraptured then guilty again. I know he doesn’t have work today. Doesn’t have a clean excuse. Eventually he nods as I hoped he would. As he has every time in the past. I lean over and press my forehead against his. Whisper the words of power. The room seems to dim and I swear I can hear thirsting gods laugh before I feel the connection.

It’s dazzling, scintillating, addictive. A pure boost in intellect borrowed from a willing participant. I take a lot. Memories, thoughts, Will. The taking is the easy bit. It’s the keeping that requires effort. The more my father tries to use his brain the harder it is for me to hold onto it. It used to be I couldn’t hold it for more than a few moments, but we discovered a short cut. The internet gave me the idea actually. Gooning. Men who would sit there for hours humping their hands. Mindless. Perfect.

Power is ever the aphrodisiac so I find myself sitting on the table in front of the supposed man of the house. Hiking my skirt up, fingers brushing my clit through the soft fabric of my panties. “Do you remember what good boys do Daddy?” I ask as his eyes are glued to my questing fingers.

“Good boys don’t cum.” He replies with that delicious, heavy lust that I’ve come to love. I move my fingers up to his mouth and he sucks them in. “That’s right Daddy. Good boys don’t cum, they goon themselves for their goddess. Now, get your cock out.”

He obeys with such a cute dumb expression on his face that I nearly laugh. Instead I push those damp fingers into my eager pussy. I frig myself as Daddy starts stroking himself for me. Making sure his mind stays shut off.

It isn’t long before I cum and by the gods do I feel naughty for it. A screaming orgasm on the table right in front of my Daddy’s hungry gaze. I smile as I recover, kissing him full on the lips as I wipe myself with my panties before stuffing them in his mouth.

“I’m off now Daddy. Have fun and remember, good boys don’t cum.” I kiss him on the cheek as he nods. He really is such a good boy for me. As I leave the house and lock the door I spot him going to his computer. Perfect.

I don’t go far. Next door, in fact. It’s a big test and I want to ace it. I ring the doorbell. It doesn’t take long for a cute, 20 something, young man to open the door. I smile at him, even more so when his gaze drops to my tits. “Hi, Christopher. Are you ready to goon for me again?”

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