Daughter Comforts Her Divorced Daddy [Fiction] [Incest]

Daughter Comforts Her Divorced Daddy

Would you say that a sweetheart romance is one of the sweetest, purest form of love?

I used to.

Brenda and I dated since high-school. I went through uni with her, and when she decided she wanted to be a nurse, I took a shitty job, and I funded her through that.

We made it, though. And I never felt more certain about anything in my life. We married, put a mortgage down on a house and started a family. I thought we’d build a life together forever.

How wrong I was.

Brenda wanted a divorce. She felt too stifled to be with me, that she was too young to settle (despite being in her forties).

What the actual fuck?

It devastated me. I didn’t kick up a fuss. Why hold on to someone when they didn’t want you? So we divorced, Brenda and my beautiful daughter, Nia, stayed put while I moved in some shit hole apartment.

I was glad that Nia and I had a great relationship. When the shit hit the proverbial fan, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. But despite being nineteen, Nia had a steady head on her shoulders. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not naïve enough to think this shit didn’t affect her, but I’ll damned if I don’t give as much support as I could for her.

Nia was perfect. She was smart, loving, and kind. Truly, the apple of my eye.

I was surprised that when everything came to crashing down; she was sad for me, and mad as hell at her mother. Of course, she didn’t take sides at first, but then she found out Brenda left me for another guy. She started a nursing job and fell head over heels for a doctor there.

Anyway, the first few weeks after we broke up, Nia insisted on visiting me. I moved into a shitty one bedroom bedsit in the city.

She brought me food and other things. Just generally fussing over me. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say that maybe she felt guilty for what her mother did, but I wasn’t the type of asshole who’d poison her mother against her. Nia was always so kind-hearted and caring.

We got into a routine of her coming over, and we would just chill out watching Netflix. We’d snuggle up with snacks and whatnot, and I try not to pay attention to her breasts pressed against me. Nia was very touchy-feely and affectionate, so it wasn’t weird or anything.

What was weird was how it made me feel.

Christ, it must be because I was on the dry for far too long, but her warmth and feminine scent made my cock ache with painful need. I was glad that we had a blanket, too, so it was easier to hide my erection. The moment she left, I would jerk off straight after, having all these naughty fantasies of my daughter play out in my head.

I knew it was wrong and immoral, but I couldn’t get those delicious thoughts out of my head.

The thing was, Nia looked absolutely amazing. As much as it pained me as a father, I knew she was quite popular. She had maybe a few boyfriends, but ultimately, nothing serious. She was too pragmatic to have anything serious when she planned to go to university.

Fuck, there was that, too. It mattered to me to make sure I can help pay her way through uni.

And then, one day, it happened.

One Friday came around like usual. I got home from work, took a shower and settled in front of the TV with a few beers. The lads wanted me to hit the town, but I wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t mind a few drinks with friends, but the boys seemed to think the best way to get over my divorce was to get laid.

I wasn’t ready for a fling. What I was ready for was a take-out, and settling down to some of my favourite movies. Maybe a wank before bed if was feeling horny.

Life was simple and drama-free.

Then someone was rapping on the door at eleven. I sighed, paused the film and braced myself. I did try to ignore it, at first. Sometimes, the odd piss head mistook my apartment for somebody else’s, but whoever it was, was persistent.

I put on my stern face and opened the door, but left the safety chain on. I almost cursed, but instead of an asshole, it was Nia.

“What are you doing here? Date night is next Monday,” I grinned.

“Can I come in?”

I unlatched the safety chain and opened the door for her. I caught the musk of the perfume she was wearing as she walked past me. It was proper going out stuff, rich with a hint of sandalwood.

As she went to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water, I couldn’t help but check out what she was wearing. Short black dress that accentuated her generously sized breasts and the skirt short enough for easy access. She had make-up on, too. Not the stuff she usually wore.

She was out to impress, and a strange pang of jealousy twinged inside me, along with the stirrings of arousal. My daughter was drop dead gorgeous.

I shook away my thoughts, locked the door, and joined her on my sofa.

“Are you okay? If you’re going out to town, this isn’t the best venue,” I joked.

She grabbed a piece of tissue and dabbed her face, then chest. I tried my damndest to not look down. “Was out with Becky and Jenna and some other girls. It was Becky’s 20th and I couldn’t say no. Had a few drinks, shooed away a few guys who were being way too persistent, and danced until my legs started to ache. Tip, don’t dance with anything bigger than two-inch heels.”

“I’ll have to return my stilettos first thing. But why are you here?”

“Is this a bad time, daddy? Am intruding? Is there someone else here? I’ll leave if I am.”

“No, of course not. You’re welcome here anytime. But it’s a Friday night and there are better places to be.”

“As fun as it was going out with the girls,” she said, stealing a chip from my plate of food.