Cindy’s Little Bump_(1)

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That night wasn’t the first time he’d stepped out of the shower to find his lovely fourteen year old daughter, Cindy, primping herself in front of the bathroom mirror. Sometimes, she’d be wrapped in her own towel awaiting her turn, other times in a camisole and panties; sometimes just a skimpy push-up bra and a thong. She’d usually blush, peek at his swelling cock, sometimes even wink, then either go back to her primping, or scamper out giggling. She’d done that for a few months then, and it was getting harder for him to take, though nothing was ever said. He’d often race back into the john as she’d exited, to desperately whack himself off and deposit a torrent of splooge in the toilet. Sometimes, he could swear he heard her giggle with glee as he closed the door in his mad rush. That night, however, would be very different.

When he stepped out of the shower this time, he lost his breath in a whoosh!, as he beheld his long, lean, naked, nubile daughter bent over the sink applying mascara, her left leg straight, her right bent at the knee, her hips slightly swaying back and forth, her luscious puffy-nippled a-cup titties pointing down and slightly forward, her elbows resting on the sink shelf, and her long, silky auburn hair draped over her left shoulder, trailing half way down the sink cabinet, and her cherubic, aquiline face screwed-up in concentration as she applied the last little bit of her makeup. That tied it.

He toweled-off as usual, all the while ogling, outright leering at his baby daughter’s lithe and supple form, and feeling his blood begin to boil as the heat of his insistent cock once again arose to the occasion. This time, he let the towel drop as he stepped over beside and slightly behind Cindy. If she noticed, she didn’t let on, humming a tuneless piece and casually switching to her other eye.

This time he thought, would be very different, as he stepped up beside Cindy, ostensibly to check himself out in the mirror, but definitely with other things on his mind.