Earning an Allowance

Getting an allowance from your parents seems to be an old-fashioned idea. My grandfather used to tell me about how he would pay my dad for mowing the lawn, washing the cars and other chores. Even though it sounded like low wage slavery to me, he was adamant that allowances were the only way to give your kid money. Make him or her earn it on a steady basis. In granddad’s opinion, the millennial method of ‘rewarding’ children was way too easy and expensive. For him the ‘modern brat’ learned only what instant gratification was, how to demand things, not earn them.

Mr. Logan moved in next door about three years ago and in a short while we got to know him fairly well. He was single but seemed to always have a pretty woman hanging around. My dad used to call them eye candy, mom called them gold diggers. Mr. Logan was a damn good-looking man, about 6’2, 200 pounds, with deep chest, broad shoulders, narrow waist, solid looking butt, and long athletic legs. To use a much-used cliché, his face was chiseled from fine marble. We would see him jogging almost every day, and if the day was hot, he would be covered with sweat. Even though I was not yet sixteen years old, Mr. Logan caused a lot of fluttery stomachs when I saw him like that. No boy in my school had the effect on me Mr. Logan did. I would not have dropped a pass from Mr. Logan if he threw one my way. Apparently, he had the same effect on my mother because one day she was gone, Mr. Logan’s house was empty, and the next time dad heard from her, it was through a divorce lawyer.

For the next few months dad tried in vain to find mom, he wanted her back. He kept almost daily contact with her family, he checked with her work a couple of times, but she had quit; he posted pleas and begged her return on her social media sites, but mom had cut him off completely. Every once in a while, I would get a note through social media, or a phone call; dad didn’t know, and mom told me if I let dad know she was talking to me, she would cut me off too. So, I didn’t tell him. To sum up, dad and I were alone, taking care of each other by the time I turned sixteen.

On my sixteenth birthday dad gave me a $100 bill, a hug and a kiss on the cheek with the caution, “This will be the last free money I give you Liv. You are old enough to work for your pay, I will start you on an allowance but you will earn it.” I wasn’t surprised, I’d heard his father tell me too many times I was spoiled and needed to earn money, not expect it because I was cute. (But my granddad used to slip me a twenty every once in a while, with a big wink and grin.) The day after my birthday dad and I sat at the dinner table and wrote my job outline, as he called it.

Go to school and earn good grades.

Laundry on Saturday mornings.

Cook dinner, clean the kitchen every evening.

Keep your bedroom clean.

Keep the bathroom cleaner.

Care for the cat and keep the cat box odor free and tidy. (That one was easy, I LOVE my cat.)

Vacuum and mop when needed.

Other duties as assigned.

I wasn’t dismayed at the list, I did all that stuff anyway, just never on a schedule before. What did surprise me was that the list was so short, and when I mentioned that, dad gave me a sly little grin, “That’s what the last line is for.”

Three months after I started earning my allowance dad came home early from work one day and caught Todd Albright in my bed. He and me had been dating for a few months and having sex for a few weeks. Dad was raging mad, I thought he was gonna kill poor Todd, but all he did was kick him out the front door with his clothes in his hands. Todd had to hide behind some bushes to get dressed before the neighbors saw him. I had a different fate; he didn’t beat me like I expected, but he made me sit with him in the front room and explain why I was having sex at the tender age of 16. He asked me enough questions to fill an hour-long interview; questions like when did you start, how many boys, are you being careful and others that embarrassed me without end. He acted relieved when I swore Todd was my first and only, and we’d been at it only a few weeks. And yes, he uses condoms.

Things were pretty tense in the house for a couple of weeks but since I stopped seeing Todd dad gradually relaxed and accepted that his daughter was sexually active. Me, I called my mother and made arrangements to see her. I told her what happened. Mom was a lot more sympathetic than dad, and asked if I wanted some sort of birth control. I missed Todd and was thinking about him daily so I told her yes. She and I went to a doctor friend of hers and I got fixed up. I keep my pill pack hidden in my dresser, under my bras, so nobody (dad) snooping around will find them.

I started seeing Todd again. At first, he was scared of me, or I should say he was scared of my father, but I convinced him we could still date, he just couldn’t come to my house. I didn’t let on to dad I was involved with Todd, I went on like I wasn’t hanging out with any guys, just my girl friends. Todd and me started screwing in his car, at his house when his family was gone, or sometimes at Irene’s house, Irene is my best friend. She and me would bring our boyfriends to her house and fuck them at the same time. We even did it on the same bed, it was a hot turn on watching Brian screw her while I was lying beside her with Todd between my legs. After about the third time we did that, Todd and Brian asked us to trade and fuck the other, but that is a different story.

So, back to the allowance thing. Dad gave me $50 every payday and expected it to last for the next two weeks. But a $100 a month wasn’t enough; I ran out of money too fast most of the time, then had to borrow some from Irene or even Todd once in a while. Todd never expected me to pay him back like my best friend did, he didn’t have a problem trading a blow job for $10, I didn’t have a problem giving him one. I mean, I was gonna do it anyway, why not get paid? We had a lot of fun pretending I was a street walker he picked up for a knob job. Even Brian paid me to blow him a couple of times. I didn’t fuck for money, just sucked, fucking was for love.

Shortly before I turned seventeen dad and I were at his parent’s house having dinner. Nana (my grandmother) offered me some wine and dad didn’t object. For the first time in my life I drank alcohol in front of my father. He didn’t say no, I didn’t hesitate. I’d had beer, wine and booze (and some pot) before, just not with my dad. I drank three large goblets of wine in two hours then we left for our house. The wine made me woozy and a little relaxed so I tried to rest with my head on the window but the car kept bumping, I couldn’t get comfy.

Dad has an older model car he is very proud of, it is a classic old Ford with a wide bench seat, big enough for three people to sit up front. I got irritated banging my head on the window so I laid across the seat and put my head on dad’s leg, using his thigh as a pillow. He rested his right hand on my shoulder and I relaxed into a semi-aware stupor. Dad was stroking my hair as I drifted through a wine induced cloud of thoughts. The drive home was almost an hour and in that time, I shifted around a couple of times, his hand moved from my shoulder to my waist, to my head where he began to stroke my face. I don’t think he was aware of what he was doing, he was concentrating on driving, but his fingertips caressing my neck and cheek were soothing, sexual. I was enjoying his touch; I was getting kind of turned on. Toward the end of the drive I was lying on his thigh, he was stroking my shoulder when I moved to stretch my back. The side of my face pressed against him and I felt a large lump on my cheek. I snapped back to full awake when I realized my head was pressed on my dad’s lap and he had a boner. A fucking erection! A bunch of thoughts raced through my head, my dad was turned on, I caused him to get turned on, he hadn’t tried move me from his lap, and I liked the feel of my head on his hard-on.

As I came fully aware of the situation my body began to twitch, I was getting horny and just then it didn’t matter to my pussy who was making me feel that way. After about a minute of conflicting thoughts about who I was with, I caved in to the growing desire for sex and moved my head and caused it to press more on my dad’s erection. I felt him hesitate for a second then he rolled his hips slightly, giving me a nudge with his hard cock. I put a hand on his thigh and squeezed it then started stroking the inside of his leg while he moved his hand from my shoulder to my ass, I eased my fingertips higher until I was sure it was his nuts I was stroking. In moments my dad and I were feeling each other up, and we weren’t being secretive or covert about it. I opened my eyes then lifted my head off his lap, my hand stayed on his leg, “Daddy, let’s not go home yet” I whispered.

He looked at me, his eyes were all soft and full of sex, “Where do you want to go.”

“Somewhere private, nice and dark, where we can be alone.”

“You don’t want to go home?”

“Not yet, let’s pretend we are on a date, let’s go park somewhere.” I had just propositioned my own father and he didn’t shy away; he gave me an intimate smile, caressed my leg with his free hand then turned off the main road toward the hills behind our town.

I was still feeling the wine, and I’m sure that was a big reason I was being so forward with my own father, but the more I thought about what I wanted, the more turned on I got. I sat up, gave dad a kiss on the cheek, kicked off my shoes, then climbed over the back of the front seat to the rear seat. As dad drove up a power line road I pulled my panties from under my skirt then tossed them to the front, they landed on the dashboard. Dad picked them up, held them to his nose then stopped the car. He turned around to look at me, “Are you sure about this Liv?”

I reached over the seat and took his right hand and pulled on it, a non-verbal invitation to join me. Dad shut off the car then being too big to clamber over the seats, got out then came to the back with me. We didn’t hesitate. Dad pulled me close then I stretched out across the seat and he moved around to lie with me. My butt was pressed against the seatback, dad’s hard-on was pressed against the junction of my legs. He thrust against me, I heard myself moan, then daddy and daughter got busy seducing each other. I didn’t have panties on so it took only a short moment before his fingers were stroking my pussy, I reached for his pants, unhooked the belt, unbuttoned him then pulled the zipper to it’s stop. As dad’s fingers toyed with my clit I reached into his briefs and captured the third erection I’d ever touched. Dad stroked me, I stroked him, the fire in my womb was becoming insufferable, I needed him to put it out. I grabbed his pants and struggled them down his hips to his knees while he pushed my blouse and bra up and off my tits. Dad suckled my left nipple while I freed him from his briefs. His hard-on was heavier, thicker than Todd’s, longer than Brian’s, and the feel of it pulsing in my fingers drove hot spikes of lust through me, my heart was thudding, my body shaking, I needed him in me. I pulled him from my breasts by the hair on his head then made the final offer, “Fuck me daddy, right now, don’t wait.”

He went to his knees on the floor of the big car then positioned himself until he was between my legs, he pulled my hips to get me closer to the edge of the seat, then bent to me and put the head of his cock against the lips of my sex. I felt between us, took him in my fist and put it where I needed him. My father thrust forward and I felt him slip in. I soared to a cloud of ecstasy when I felt his balls crunch against the entrance to my body. I arched my back and called out “Oh god, that feels good!” From that moment on I was on a journey of lust and fucking I had never before experienced.

I was sure dad hadn’t had a woman since mom left, so that was a consideration for two things. First, was that we were even doing it, I mean it took almost no encouragement from me to get his attention, he was way overdue. Second, since we were having sex for the first time, he was long on passion, but short on stamina. My dad screwed me maybe seven or eight minutes before he tried to pull out, I grabbed his ass to hold him in place but he resisted, “I’m gonna cum Liv.”

Dad didn’t know I was on the Pill so I assured him, “It’s okay.” I put a hand on the back of his head and pulled it down so I could kiss his ear, “Do it for me dad, inside.” His entire body went stiff, he jammed deep, then I felt his cock pulsing. My pussy got hot and started seeping semen past his erection, down the crack of my ass to the seat of the car. I swooned with the feeling of my father ejaculating.

I didn’t have an orgasm but that didn’t matter, I was content that he emptied his balls. Dad pushed off me, his eyes filled with worry, his hormones were dripping from my pussy, no longer controlling his libido. “Jesus girl, what the hell did we just do!?” He sat up and looked at the mess between my legs, “I’m so sorry Liv, I don’t know what the hell got into me,” he was rigid with fear for what we had done.

I got off my back then reached for my father and pulled him into a hug, “It’s okay daddy, I wanted that, you don’t have to worry.”

He pushed away, “Liv, I —-”

I put two fingers on his lips to shut off the protest, “Dad, it’s okay,” I kissed him on the cheek and assured him, “you don’t have to be afraid for me, not at all.” I was still being forward as hell, but I spoke the truth. I was not ashamed of what we did.

Not-At-All.

I was also not done doing what we did. I wanted my father to fuck me more, I had some orgasms locked up in my body and I needed him to unlock them. He leaned back to look into my eyes and saw nothing but truth, “You can’t know how much I love you girl.”

I was on a roll, I didn’t want the evening to stop, so I put a hand on his cheek, kissed him lightly on the mouth and said “Then take me home and show me some more how much you love me.”

The ride home was quiet, we didn’t talk but I laid on his lap again and toyed with the outline of his prick while he drove. By the time we got to the garage he was ready for another session with his daughter. I let him lead me to the bedroom where I said, “I’ll be right back” and went to the adjoining bath to clean up and undress. When I stepped into the bedroom again, I was naked. I felt some modesty as he looked me up and down, apprising my nudity for first time in fourteen years. I was nude, but he was still in his briefs and shirt, “Dad,” I protested, “we aren’t going to have sex like that, take everything off.” He stripped his shirt and shorts as he gawked at me. I looked at what he revealed, his boner stuck out a mile, my heart started thudding and I got wetter between the legs thinking about what I was about to do with it. I bounced on the bed, rolled to my back, then made a silent offer with spread legs and outstretched arms. Daddy was over me in an instant, he rammed his cock full in, then he and me spent the next half hour destroying his bed. By the time he came the second time that night, I had a series of little orgasms until I was damn near crippled with a final climax that made me cramp so hard, I lifted my father off the bed with my hips and begged him to cum.

The next morning dad made me breakfast. He’d had time to think about what we’d done and was feeling guilty again. I wasn’t, I was still drifting on an air of euphoria but I didn’t tell him that. He expressed remorse that he had taken advantage of his drunk daughter; I took advantage of his guilt. I managed to steer the guilt trip to my needing an advance on my allowance. Dad fished out his wallet and gave me two twenties. I got the feeling he felt absolved by giving me the cash, but no matter, I was happy with the money. By the time we’d finished our pancakes, we were relating on a father/daughter level again.

When payday came dad gave me my $50 allowance. I looked up at him, “That’s too much, you only owe me ten.”

“No sweetheart, this is right, what I gave you before was because I love you.”

With the revelation that the $40 was above and beyond I teased impishly, “Don’t you mean because you loved me?” Dad blushed then walked away.

We returned to an almost normal home life. Apparently, I had jump started his sex drive so dad began dating a woman from his work, and I was messing around with Todd and Brian, separately or together in three or four person parties. But I couldn’t get the extra money out of my head, how I had gotten it. I earned it with my body, I earned it by fucking my father. Over the next few weeks the idea grew, a seedling taking root and growing in my mind. Would my father be willing to increase my allowance if I screwed him again? The more I thought about it, the more my pussy tingled, the more I was determined to approach him for a raise.

“Daddy?”

“Huh, what?”

“Can we talk?”

He shifted his eyes from the TV to me, “My time is yours sweetheart, what do you want?”

“Can we talk about my allowance and the job list?”

He looked a little puzzled but said “Sure, what’s on your mind?”

“That last sentence, Other duties as assigned. What other duties did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know; washing the car sometimes, maybe trimming the rose bushes. Whatever comes up.”

Perfect, ‘whatever comes up’ fit my purpose exactly. “I want a little more allowance and I have some Other Duty suggestions that might help.” My heart was tripping a million beats a second when I held out a piece of paper to him. He unfolded the paper and looked at what I had added under the line ‘Other duties as assigned’:

Lap Dance

Strip for you

Masturbate you

Masturbate for you

Seduce you

Seduce me

Anything/everything

That was all I put on the list but just those few ideas were enough to let my dad know I would be fully involved with him whenever he wanted. My father read the list silently then looked up at me, “You know Liv, there are words to describe women who do this stuff for money, are you willing to be labeled that way?”

“Daddy, this is just between you and me, I’m not going out on the street with this paper hanging from my neck like a nametag. You can call me anything you want; I’ll do anything you want, but it stays in the house.”

“How much extra are you looking for on the allowance?”

I sat on my father’s lap, put my arms around his neck then cooed in his ear, “I don’t know dad, how much am I worth?”

He put a hand under my skirt, felt up my leg to the junction of my thighs then offered, “Let’s go to my room and work out the details.”

As my father took me to his bedroom I thought of Irene and how she was complaining her part time job didn’t pay enough. My dad isn’t poor, maybe he could help her out too.

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