A Fathers Love – Part Two

I got out of bed, and gave a little stretch, naked except for my new underwear. I would later learn it was called a thong. I then grabbed the “night shirt” I had taken off before bed, and slipped it on, before heading to the kitchen.

Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table in a pair of boxers, sipping some coffee, and reading the newspaper.
He smiled when I came out, and asked if I had slept well.
I told him I had, and said that I hope he had a good sleep as well, to which he just smiled, and mumbled something that I couldn’t hear.

I went into the kitchen to grab some cereal and milk, and Daddy just watched. As I reached up for a bowl in the cupboard, I could feel my shirt rising. At first I stopped, but then I remembered that I was a wife now, and husbands saw their wife’s bums, so this was okay. I took all of my things to the table to sit down, and eat.

Daddy just watched for a while, smiling. Then all of a sudden he reached over and pulled my shirt down a bit and squeezed one of my nipples. I squealed in surprise.

“Daddy, what are you doing?”
“Just seeing how sensitive they are.”
“okay.”
And I continued to eat my breakfast, adjusting my shirt.
Daddy let a few minutes pass, and then did the same thing to my other nipple. I jumped, but I didn’t squeal this time.
Daddy kinda laughed, and removed his hand.
Again I adjusted my shirt.

“Leave it how I put it, or don’t wear it” was all daddy said over his newspaper.
I immediately adjusted it back to how I thought he had it, before continuing with my breakfast.

After Daddy put his paper down, he got up, and went into the kitchen. When he stood up, I saw that although he had boxers on, his penis was hanging out of his fly, and was semi-hard. I figured that it was due to him pinching my nipples and continued to eat my cereal.

Daddy came back to the table with a bowl, which he put on the table. In it I could see some ice cubes. Daddy then came behind me, and pulled my shirt so that it was now resting just underneath my growing boobs.
“Much better. I see that you are slowly turning into a woman”
“Yes Daddy”.
He felt and rubbed my boobs for a few minutes.
“Daddy, it’s awful hard to eat breakfast with you doing that”.
“Then stop eating.”

I pushed my bowl away, not quite sure, but interested anyways.

When he saw me do this, he took one of the ice cubes out of the bowl, and started to rub it over my nipples.
This cause my nipples to point out and become quite hard. It felt good, but very cold. I leaned back, and let Daddy continue.
One they were really hard, he put the ice back in the bowl, leaned over me, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking.
“Ohh, Daddy, that feels so good”.

Daddy stopped sucking, which disappointed me. He then went to the other nipple, but instead of gently sucking, he latched on, and pulled using his teeth slightly.