The Sick Leave That Ended in My Daughter’s Bed

My name is Andrés, I’m forty-seven years old, and until recently I thought my life was perfectly in order. Married to Cristina for more than twenty years, two grown children — Diego, twenty, and Lucía, nineteen — and a job that devoured me without my even realizing it.

Everything changed all at once. Stress, constant travel, and an impossible pace took their toll. First came the sky-high blood pressure, then a pain in my chest that left me white-faced one afternoon in the middle of a meeting. The doctor didn’t mince words.

—Two months of strict bed rest —he told me, looking at me over his glasses—. Either two months now, or something much worse later. Your choice.

I chose the two months. Cristina and I decided it was best for me to get away from the routine, so I moved alone into the apartment the family had on the coast. The whole of May and June to walk along the beach, ride a bike at dawn, and above all, switch off.

The rest of the family stayed in the city because of their obligations. Cristina promised to come by when she could, and the kids did too. Meanwhile, my wife took care of one detail that then seemed like nothing more than a simple precaution: hiring a nurse to supervise my medication and my recovery.

***

The nurse was called Raquel. She was around my age, maybe a couple of years younger, and had one of those smiles that soothe and disarm at the same time. She arrived every morning around nine, with her own keys, and made sure I lacked nothing. She took my blood pressure, checked my pills, and even made me breakfast.

We hit it off right away. She told me she was separated, that she had an adult daughter she’d raised practically on her own, without any help. She spoke with a natural ease that made the hours pass without my noticing.

We’d been in routine for a week. I usually went out for a walk early, so many mornings she’d come into an empty house and wait for me. That day, though, I got back earlier and greeted her from the doorway.

—Hi, Raquel, I’m going to take a quick shower and then we’ll have breakfast —I said, already kicking off my sneakers.

I came out of the bathroom with a towel tied around my waist, my hair still wet, and she walked into the room with the blood pressure monitor in her hand.

—Andrés, I need to take your blood pressure before you get used to disappearing every morning —she said with a reproachful smile.

The problem was obvious. I’d been alone for too many days, far too long without fucking, and under the towel my cock had gone hard as a rock, impossible to hide. She saw it. Of course she saw it, bulging under the fabric, throbbing.

—Sorry —I said, half joking, half surrendering—. I’m not made of stone, and that uniform of yours isn’t helping.

Raquel laughed, but she didn’t step away. On the contrary. She had a couple of buttons on her uniform undone, and she made no move to fasten them. When she bent slightly to put the monitor on the dresser, her neckline opened even more and I caught the swell of her breasts, held in a white bra that squeezed her flesh.

—Stress is very bad for your heart, Andrés —she said, coming closer—. I’ll have to fix this right away.

With a calm that left me breathless, she pulled the towel off me with a gentle tug. My cock sprang free, hard, pointing at her face. She let out a rough little laugh and looked me in the eye without looking away.

—Well, well —she murmured, wrapping her hand around my dick—. And here I was worried about your blood pressure.

She started jerking me off very slowly, with a firm hand, brushing her thumb over the tip each time she came back up. I clenched my teeth. I hadn’t even touched myself in weeks, and that experienced woman’s hand was almost too much.

—Raquel, fuck…

—Shh. Let me work.

She knelt in front of me without breaking eye contact. She spread my thighs with her hands and, without any preamble, took my whole cock into her mouth. I felt the heat of her tongue, the roof of her mouth, the way she swallowed me all the way down. She choked for a second and came back up, lips tight around the head, and sucked me off full of saliva before swallowing me again.

—My God, how you suck —I gasped, burying my fingers in her hair.

She answered by sucking harder. She held my balls with one hand while with the other she worked my shaft at mouth level, coordinating the blowjob with her wrist movements. Her cheeks rose and fell in slow motion and I watched the spectacle like a man seeing a miracle.

When I felt I was going to come too soon, I hauled her up by the shoulders and yanked her uniform off over her head. Underneath was a mature, generous body, with wide hips and big tits that spilled out when I unhooked her bra. I bit one nipple and she dug her nails into my nape.

I threw her onto the bed, pulled her panties off in one tug, and spread her legs wide open. Her pussy was soaked, glossy, and smelled like hot female heat, which drove me crazy. I lunged at it with my mouth. I ran my whole tongue through her slit, bottom to top, and licked her clit until her whole body started trembling.

—Oh, Andrés, like that… eat my pussy, keep going…

I slid two fingers into her and curled them, searching for her spot, never stopping licking her clit. She clutched the sheets and arched her hips against my face. When she came, she screamed without shame, soaking my chin. I didn’t give her any respite: I climbed on top of her, grabbed her legs and shoved my cock into her in one hard thrust.

—Fuck, how tight you are… —I growled.

—Fuck me, Andrés, fuck me hard, I haven’t had a cock like this in years…

I drove into her to the hilt, my hands buried in her hips, watching her tits bounce with every slam. I turned her over and put her on all fours. I grabbed her hair with one hand and her ass with the other, and pushed into her from behind again. That position let me see her whole: her back arched, her ass spread open, my cock going in and out slick with her juices.

—Harder, bastard, harder —she panted between growls.

I fucked her mercilessly until she came again, with spasms that shook her belly. Only then did I let myself finish. I pulled out abruptly, turned her around, and shot my entire load over her tits and neck, thick streams sliding between her breasts. She laughed, ran her fingers over it, and put them to her mouth.

—That’s much better —she murmured afterward, leaning back against my chest, my semen still shining on her skin—. It’s for your health.

We both laughed. That morning I discovered Raquel was much more than her uniform promised: a passionate woman, shameless, who knew exactly what she wanted. And it turned out that, for a few days, what she wanted was me.

***

We spent three days tangled together. We fucked in the morning before breakfast, and sometimes again after lunch, on the living room sofa or against the kitchen counter. I spoke to Cristina on the phone every night, and she could hear my voice was different, more relaxed. “The coast suits you,” she said, and I agreed without saying why. She even told me the kids would come see me soon.

One morning, while we were having breakfast, Raquel said something I hadn’t expected.

—Listen, Andrés, if I can’t come one day, my daughter will come in my place.

—Your daughter? —I asked, surprised.

—She wants to be a nurse, like me. It’ll be good practice —she said, and there was a glint in her eyes I didn’t know how to read—. You’ll see, you’ll like her.

I didn’t know what to say. I gave her my approval with a smile, without imagining what that meant.

The next day I came back from a run and, when I opened the door, found her there. A girl about twenty-five, as pretty as her mother, waiting for me with a white robe on.

—Hi, Andrés, I’m Noelia, Raquel’s daughter.

—Hi, Noelia —I replied, trying to collect myself—. I’m going to shower and then we’ll have breakfast.

Under the shower water I could think only of one thing, and I hated myself a little for it. When I came out, towel around my waist again, she was already by the bed with the blood pressure monitor ready.

—Let me take your pulse —she said, tightening the cuff around my arm.

—Just like your mother does —I remarked, and let the towel slip just enough at one corner.

—You’re nervous, Andrés —she said, not taking her eyes off my body, or the erection pushing against the towel.

—A little. You’re even prettier than your mother.

Noelia laughed, and in her laugh was the same confidence as Raquel’s.

—I’ve been ordered to relax you —she said, and with one sharp motion she untied the towel.

The towel fell to the floor. She stared at my hard cock without the slightest embarrassment, with the same clinical calm with which she’d taken my pulse a moment earlier. Then she licked her lips and smiled.

—Mom was right, you’ve got a gorgeous cock.

I was speechless. She pulled her white robe off over her head and was left in her underwear: a black lace set that outlined smaller tits than her mother’s but perfect, high, with the nipples already showing beneath the fabric. She came closer, gently pushed me back onto the bed, and knelt between my legs.

—Let me see if I learned well from Mom.

And she ate me out with a hunger that was anything but shy. She started by licking my balls, one after another, taking them into her mouth carefully. Then she moved up the length of my shaft with a flat tongue, and when she reached the tip she swallowed me in one go. She sucked me with brutal intensity, always looking me in the eyes, letting a thread of saliva run from her chin down to her chest.

—Fuck, Noelia, you’re going to make me come…

She pulled away with a wet pop.

—Not yet. I want you to fuck me first.

She stood up, pulled off her thong, and straddled me. I grabbed her tits as she sank down onto my cock with a long sigh. Her pussy was tight, much tighter than her mother’s, and clamped around me like a hot fist. She started moving up and down, hands braced on my chest, riding me faster and faster.

—Oh, daddy… yours is so big…

I held her by the hips and started thrusting from below, driving in and out hard. Her tits bounced in front of my face and I sat up to suck on them, biting her nipples while she clutched my hair. I laid her on her back without pulling out and pinned her legs against her chest to fuck her deeper.

—Yes, like that, give me everything, put your whole cock in me…

She came before I did, squeezing me so hard she almost dragged me with her. I held on. I turned her on her side, lifted one leg, and pushed into her again while I bit her neck. In that position I felt her tremble again and this time I didn’t hold back: I unloaded the whole thing inside her in waves, while she repeated in my ear, “Come, come all the way in, like that.”

What followed was another morning I hadn’t planned and couldn’t regret. The two of them, mother and daughter, took turns coming by. One came one day, the other the next, and my medical leave turned into something very different from what the doctor had prescribed. Later, lying in bed, Noelia confessed between laughs that she and her mother got on very well, that they even shared confidences no other family would share, that they told each other in detail how I fucked, what I liked, how I came. That only made me hotter.

How lucky I am, I thought every night, exhausted and happy, my cock still aching.

***

The weekend arrived with the visit I’d really been waiting for: my children. I hadn’t seen them in almost a month and greeted them with hugs.

—Hi, Dad, how are you? —Diego came in first, like a whirlwind.

—I missed you both —I said, squeezing them tight.

Not even an hour had passed when Diego was already looking at his phone.

—Dad, I’ve got plans with some friends tonight.

—Sure, son, don’t be late —I answered.

—Seriously? —Lucía complained—. We come to see Dad and you’re already taking off. You’re such a kid.

—It’s fine —I cut in—. Lucía, if you want to go out too, that’s no problem by me.

—No, Dad. I’m staying with you —she said, and something in her tone made me look up—. I’ll get dinner started. You set the table on the terrace.

Being alone with my daughter filled me with joy. Lucía had always been the apple of my eye: bright, self-assured, a fully formed woman of whom I was deeply proud. Diego left, and the two of us stayed behind.

—I’m going to get comfortable —Lucía announced when dinner was ready.

—I’ll open a bottle of wine —I replied, and poured two glasses.

She came out of her room in tight shorts and a blouse that left her navel bare. I found myself staring at her longer than I should have.

—You look gorgeous, Lucía —it slipped out.

—Oh, Dad, you’re only saying that to be nice.

—I mean it. You’re a stunner. If any guy gets near you, I’ll shoot him —I joked, and we both laughed.

Dinner was lovely. Between glass and glass, we finished the bottle; I drank little, it was she who was tipsy, laughing at my nonsense. At some point she set down her glass, looked at me, and said something that changed the night.

—Hey, Dad, don’t you feel very lonely here?

—It’s what I’ve got to deal with, daughter —I answered, playing the victim a little.

Then she came closer, kissed me on the cheek, and without warning sat on my lap. I felt her body against mine, light and warm, and noticed my cock hardening beneath her before my head could stop anything. She noticed too. And she didn’t move away. On the contrary, she settled better over the bulge, rubbing against it with a slight circular motion.

—Dad —she said softly, without moving—, don’t you really know what I’ve been feeling for a long time?

—Lucía, this isn’t right —I replied, though my hands were no longer fully mine and were stroking her thighs under her shorts.

—I know. But I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember, and I know you have too. —She turned to look at me head-on, eyes shining—. I’m nineteen, Dad. I know exactly what I’m doing.

She surprised me with a kiss on the lips, slow, searching for my tongue with hers. There was a moment when I could still have stopped. I didn’t. I wrapped my arms around her, lifted her bodily, and with her clinging to my waist, feeling her hot pussy pressed against my bulge, we went to the bedroom.

***

She undressed slowly in front of me, without rushing, enjoying every gesture and the way I watched her. First the blouse, which she let fall to the floor, revealing young, firm tits, with pink, erect nipples. Then the shorts, very slowly, swaying her hips. She was left in tiny white panties that outlined the slit of her pussy, already darkened by a wet patch. She pulled them down centimeter by centimeter until they fell at her feet. Her body was that of a woman who knew exactly what she provoked: golden skin, a flat stomach, a shaved mound that gleamed under the lamplight.

—I want to make you feel good first —I told her, laying her on the bed.

I went over her whole body with my mouth, pulling sighs from between her teeth. I kissed her neck, the hollow of her collarbone, the curve of her breasts. I caught one nipple between my lips and sucked it slowly, circling it with my tongue, while with my fingers I pinched the other. She arched, bit her lip, whispered my name in a gasp.

I moved down her belly, leaving a trail of wet kisses, and found her hands in my hair, pushing me lower.

—Dad, please, I can’t stand it anymore —she panted, twisting.

I spread her legs wide open. Her pussy was a beauty: small, pink, with glossy wet lips and the clit already swollen, peeking out under the hood. I took my time. I blew on it first, just to watch her shiver, then ran my whole tongue from bottom to top in a slow lick.

—Oh, God, Dad…

I started sucking her clit with my lips, drawing it in slowly, while my tongue drew circles over it. At the same time I pushed a finger into her pussy and felt her close around it, burning, tight, much narrower than her mother had been at that age. I added a second finger and curled them, searching for her spot inside, never stopping working her clit.

I felt her body tense beneath me, heard her words break apart into ever more ragged moans, until she suddenly arched, clutching the sheets.

—Don’t stop —she begged—. Don’t stop, Dad, don’t stop…

She had a long orgasm, shaking all over, and I gave her no respite. I kept licking her while she trembled, taking advantage of how sensitive she was, and in less than a minute she came again, and again, with her legs closed around my head and her heels dug into my back. By the third orgasm she was undone, her face red, her eyes wet, unable to form a word.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she reached for me, pulled me to her, and asked me to go in slowly.

—Daddy, come on, put your cock in me, I want it inside now…

I knelt between her legs and ran the head of my cock through her soaked slit, wetting myself with her juices. Then I pushed, little by little. I felt her pussy open to receive me, closing around me centimeter by centimeter, hot, almost painful from how tight she was. She let out a long moan when I reached the bottom.

—Fuck, daughter, you’re so tight…

—Move, Daddy, please…

I started moving, first gently, coming out almost all the way to the tip and then sliding back in slowly, letting her get used to the size. Then harder, with longer thrusts, while she dug her nails into my back and kept repeating in my ear that she’d been imagining this moment for years. Her legs wrapped around my waist and dragged me in to the hilt with every stroke.

I turned her onto all fours on the mattress. Her ass was at the perfect height. I grabbed her hips with both hands and buried myself in her again in one thrust, deeper than before. She screamed into the pillow.

—Yes, Daddy, like that, fuck me, fuck me hard…

I fucked her without stopping, watching my cock go in and out of her pussy, gleaming with her juices, watching her ass bounce against my hips with every slam. I gave her a slap and she answered by clamping down on me even harder. I grabbed her hair, tugged her gently back, and bit the back of her neck while I kept pounding her.

I laid her on her back again, lifted both her legs onto my shoulders and drove in once more. In that position I reached bottom every time and she started trembling at once, eyes rolling back.

—Stay inside —she begged when she felt I was about to come—. Don’t be afraid, I take precautions. Come inside, Daddy, I want to feel your hot seed…

I let myself go. I thrust harder until I felt her come again, squeezing me like a vise, and I let the brakes off. I emptied myself into her in long spurts, holding onto her hips, growling her name. She shook under me, moaning, feeling how I filled her. We finished together, wrapped around each other, breath torn apart and bodies pressed close, drenched in sweat. I don’t remember ever enjoying myself so much in my life.

***

That very night, Diego called to say he was staying at a friend’s place: he’d drunk and didn’t want to drive. I told him perfect, and took the chance to sleep with my daughter in the big bed.

We barely slept at all. We sought each other out again and again in the darkness, unhurried at first, urgent after. I woke her with my mouth between her legs, eating her pussy still full of my dried load; she woke moaning and came on my face before she was fully conscious. Then she straddled me and rode me slowly in the dim light, her hands braced on my chest and her nipples brushing me every time she leaned forward. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them, watched her throw her head back, give herself over completely to my cock, move in circles until we both came again almost at the same time.

Later she sucked me off in the dark, kneeling between my legs, blowing me with a devotion that left me speechless. She swallowed every drop when I came in her mouth, then climbed up smiling to kiss me so I could taste myself on her lips. Lucía was happy, unrestrained, as if she’d been holding all that in for far too long. The next morning, under the shower, we did it one last time, slowly: I pressed her against the tiles, lifted one leg, and took her from behind while water poured over us. I fucked her slowly, feeling every inch of her pussy, until she came with her forehead against the tiles and I emptied into her for the third time that night. It felt like a goodbye that was really a beginning.

—I don’t regret a thing —she told me, resting her head on my chest.

Neither did I. And while the water fell over us, I thought about what lay ahead: it was Saturday, I had the whole weekend, and that impossible affair had only just begun.