Doing Mom’s Job 3

I woke up to the smell of bacon. It had been a long time since anyone had cooked me breakfast. Breakfast was always my favorite meal, and I had always gotten up and cooked every morning. Since my ex had left and Kimberly had gotten older, I had stopped. Kimberly, like most teens, wanted to sleep as long as she could before school, so she would settle for a granola bar or something quick.

I sat up. The memory of the day before was still fresh on my mind. I had licked my daughter until she had come, after she had given me a nice blow job earlier in the day. The memory made my normal morning wood harder than usual.

My feet touched the floor and I made myself to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. Once dressed I headed to the kitchen where I could hear Kimberly moving around and preparing for breakfast.

I was sad to see that she was fully dressed. I had liked the sight of her firm breasts swaying the day before. This was the first time I had seen her dressed since I had found her in the skimpy outfit. Even clothed she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

She was wearing a knee length skirt and a white button up blouse with a sweater vest over it. As usual her pretty little feet were in flip flops that matched the color of her perfectly painted toes. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was a beauty, even if she was my daughter.

It was Friday, so I was dressed casually. I had on my favorite jeans with a three button golf shirt with my company’s logo on the chest. I slipped into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee before Kimberly realized I was there. I had not thought about how we would react around each other, and was hesitant to say or do anything.

She turned to get something out of the cupboard and saw me. She sat the spatula she had in her hand onto the counter and walked toward me. Her arms opened and went around my neck. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist as she stepped closer. Our lips met for a longer than usual peck. Then she stepped away and went back to what she was doing.

As she sat the food on the table, she commented on how well she had slept in my bed. I told her she was welcome anytime, and she confirmed that she would be there every night if it was possible.

She prepared my plate and sat it in my place. Just like the previous night, she waited until I had tasted everything on my plate, before she began preparing her plate.

“Why do you do that?” I asked, puzzled.

“Do what?” she replied innocently.



“You wait until I taste everything before you fix your plate.”

She smiled and placed her fork on the table. “Because you are the man of the house, the king of the castle. It is my place to make sure that you are happy and satisfied in every way. That is what a king deserves, isn’t it?”

“First I am no king, I am your father.”

“You became more than my father the second I put your cock in my mouth,” she smiled and took a bite of her bacon.

She had me on that, and I had to confess I liked the attention.