It seemed only
natural. My
daughter, Stacy had
been accepted to
college here in
town, much to her
mother's chagrin. It
made no sense for
her to spend what
little money she
made as a waitress
on rent, so I
offered her the
extra room in the
apartment I had had
since her mother and
I divorced several
years ago.
Two weeks went by
without incident. I
mean I caught
several glimpses of
her as she made her
way to and from the
bathroom. She had
never learned to
keep herself covered
when she did so and
I had watched her
body grow in spite
of myself. Now, at
eighteen, she was a
full-grown woman.
And entirely too hot
for comfort.
The Saturday night
of that second
weekend, she stayed
home instead of
going out with her
girlfriends. She
curled up on the
couch, joining as I
watched a ball game.
"What's the matter,
princess?" I asked.
She gave me a
run-down of the
recent boyfriend and
his betrayal with
her best friend.
Soon, she was
crying. I felt like
she was a little
girl again, weeping
in my arms about
some boy.
I didn't realize
that I had grown a
boner until she
looked up at me and
asked, "Why can't I
find someone like
you, Daddy?"
As I tried to
answer, she began
rubbing her thigh
against my swollen
prick. A smile crept
onto her face as she
watched my
embarrassed
expression.
"It's okay, Daddy,"
she told me. "I know
it's been a long
time."
Again, I was about
to speak, when she
reached a hand down
between us. I gasped
when her fingers
found my bulge.
"Wow," she said. "Am
I doing that?"
"Well," I started,
unable to say more.
Stacy, my baby girl,
then looked me in
the eye and said,
"Let's see what I
can do for you,
Daddy."
Sliding to the
floor, she knelt
between my knees and
pulled down my sweat
pants. My prick
sprang happily out,
bouncing off her
chin and making her
giggle. "God,
Daddy," she joked.
"You're gonna put an
eye out with that."
Without another
word, she leaned
forward and lowered
her mouth onto me,
taking the entirety
of it into her
mouth. I groaned in
disbelieving
ecstasy. I knew she
wasn't a virgin, but
I had no idea how
good she was.
But she was
all-too-happy to
show me.
Stacy sucked my cock
like a hooker
getting a bonus. All
I was able to say
was, "Babe," before
I shot her mouth
full of my goo.
She slurped and
hummed and swallowed
every drop, cleaning
the last drop off
before grinning up
at me and asking,
"Did that help?"
I only nodded.
"Maybe I could sleep
in your room,
tonight," she went
on, kissing and
licking my
slowly-deflating
member. "I can help
relieve some of that
stress."
Needless to say, I'm
both afraid of
getting caught and
ecstatic about
having her here.
It's been two months
now, and she is
living more as my
wife than my
daughter.
Part of me still
feels perverted, but
then she kisses me
and it all goes
away.
Now, she wants to go
out in public,
somewhere where
nobody knows us, and
have a real date,
complete with
end-of-the-evening
antics.
I can't wait. |
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