Daddies Girls

Daddies Girls

Well to start with I am 40years old, I have been a widower for the last 5 years, my wife dying in a car accident. My parents are dead and all I have left is 1 child my lovely daughter and my sister and her two children. My daughter is 20years old now and lives in town, with my sister. After my wife died we both sought of kept to ourselves, tho my memories would still flood in of my little girl. On the other hand, my sister is 32years old and has 2 daughters, on her own, her husband died of cancer. But that much later.

Just recently Sara, my daughter, came out to see me and I saw how much she looked liked my sister. We sat and talked the whole day long, but what was disturbing was the small tank top and short shorts she wore. I could almost believe that she didn’t wear undies, as I could see her nipples which seemed hard all the time. This also didn’t leave me enough room in my shorts for my cock, which was raging hard. I tried to think of everything else to deflate this aroused feel, but it just kept there. My daughter left that afternoon promising to come back this very week, so I had something to look forward too. Later I caught my self thinking of my daughter while letting Mrs Palmer and her five daughter do their job.

Sunday morning came and before I really had woken up I could feel something or someone on the bed, laying next to me. At the same time I felt someone tickling my ear. As I came awake I saw to surprise my daughter laying next to me, looking down at my face. She said, “come on sleepy, are you going to spend the whole day in bed?” and with that she started to tickle me more. I forgot that I slept naked and started to tickle her back, rolling around the bed and finally pinning my daughter under my naked body.

My cock was hard again, as I was very aware of her heady perfume and the small tank top which had rolled down and exposing her breast. I was dumb founded to say the least and drooled, looking at the best, perfect set of breast that I had ever seen. She was lightly tanned and her aureola and nipples were slightly darker, tho her breast were firm and small, a mouth full, but not a waste. Then common sense started to wriggle its way through my brain saying, ‘This is your daughter. The one you helped on changing nappies!’

I started to pull away from my daughter when she locked her legs around my waist saying, playfully, “Where do you think your going?” I said, “Honey, your my daughter. I’m naked and a little aroused.” She said, still playful,”I’d say a lot aroused. Is that for me?” I said,”Honey we can’t do this, I’m your father.” She said, now serious,”Dad I’m not letting you go.