A crack of light was my first sign of a presence in the room, as the door opened. I opened my eyes to see a female figure, silhouetted in the dim hall...ay light."Brent?" The voice was that of Helen."Mmm," I mumbled, my mind still wanting to drift away."Uhm, I, uh, was wondering if I could sleep in here." Her voice was hesitant and slightly embarrassed."What's wrong with... ?" I half sat up, feeling for the bedside light. I came on, illuminating the room and revealing Helen's form. She had. That felt good but I wanted to make it feel even better. I slid the nightgown up and began to massage her bare thigh. Just as she had done in the past when I would feel up her legs, Sally opened her legs to give me access. My hand moved down between her thighs and began to massage. After a little while, my hand began to move higher. There was no resistance to what I was doing. I reached her slit and parted it with my fingers. My middle finger slid down, reached her vaginal opening, and. She sat like a little lady all the way home. I parked and she ran into the house. She stood on a chair and waited. Kiss me, Dad, she said. The only time I became Dad was when we were talking about other than father-daughter things. I figured sex was not a father-daughter thing. I pressed my lips to hers and slipped my tongue in her mouth. She rubbed my tongue with hers and whimpered. I slid my hand up under her skirt and grabbed her ass. My cock was so hard I hurt. When we separated I lifted. How do I describe what just happened? As a boy, just becoming a young man, its perhaps understandable that my mind can only think of something from my boyish past to use in making an analogy. In the movie Willie Wonka, one scene involves a ride in the Wonkamobile, at the end of which they get clean in the "hsawaknow", which as Willy Wonka explains, is Wonkawash spelled backwards. Only I went through something forwards, backwards, sideways and inside out all at the same time. There was a single.