Hard Day’s Night

Macy heard the front door slam from upstairs in her room. She quickly turned off her radio and jumped up to make sure her clothes were straightened and she looked neat. She heard her father storming up the stairs and she hastily sat down at her desk and threw open her English textbook.
Jim, her father, pounded on the door. “Yes, Dad?” she called.
He opened her door. “What are you doing?”
“Just my English homework,” she replied, glancing down at her book.
“Oh… well, good.” Jim slammed the door closed and quickly walked down the hall to his and his wife’s room. He didn’t expect Rachel to be home… She never was. His wife was a lawyer and a successful one at that. He saw her for a total of 5 hours a week because she was almost always gone before he woke up and home after he had gone to bed, if she came home at all. Rachel may even be cheating on him for all he knew. He didn’t even care anymore.
They had sex once a week and if he didn’t think about porn, of which he had a collection he was quite proud, he probably wouldn’t get off. Hell, he probably wouldn’t get hard in the first place. His wife wasn’t unattractive but they had the same, 15 minute sex, each week, on Saturday morning, with him on top. Rachel would moan the same way but last week he saw her check her watch… He didn’t even know why they pretended anymore.

Jim loosened his tie and pulled off his pants. He sat down on the bed and sighed, placing his head between his hands. He heard a timid knock on the door and looked up. Macy was standing there with a half terrified look on his face. He immediately felt terrible. Macy was really all he had left in his life that was good. She truly was the perfect daughter. Smart, driven, and beautiful. She bit her lower lip and looked at him. “Is there anything I can do for you, Daddy?”
“Princess, I’m so sorry,” he said, crossing the room to her. “It was just a long day.”
“That’s okay, Dad, I understand,” Macy replied, with a look that clearly showed she didn’t. She distractedly pulled her long, strawberry blonde hair into a loose ponytail.
“Look,” Jim told her, taking her shoulders in his hands. “Why don’t you go put on something nice and I’ll take you out to a fancy dinner?”
Macy’s eyes widened in surprise and her dark blue eyes sparkled the littlest bit the way they did when she was happy. “Really? Just you and me?”
“Just you and me, kitten. Go get ready, we’ll leave in about 45 minutes.”
Macy ran down the hall and opened her closet. She was really pleased that her and her dad were going out alone together. They rarely did anything special together anymore because usually when Jim got home from work, he was in such a bad mood; he didn’t do anything but drink beer in front of the TV.
As Macy looked at her clothes, she thought about the one thing she’d never admit to anyone. She hated her mom. She had for a long time now. Macy couldn’t stand the way Rachel didn’t see her family as a priority and how much she hurt her dad and didn’t even notice. Macy didn’t think at 16 years old she should hate her mom so much. In fact, at this point she was glad she didn’t see her mom much at all anymore.


Jim was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Macy to come down. “Mace, you almost ready?” he called up the stairs.
“Coming, Daddy!” he heard her come out of her room at the top of the stairs. Macy walked carefully down the stairs in her heels while putting her last earring on. Jim glanced over at her and then did a double take. She looked breath-taking in her short black dress with her hair twisted up in a clip. Her dark eyeliner made her eyes even more striking than normal. “Ready” she said, smiling at him.
Startled with his own reaction to his daughter’s beauty, he felt his cock stiffen. What in the hell? he thought. Sure he had thought of his daughter as pretty for years, but he never had such a strong urge to have sex with her as he did right now.