Happy Father’s Day

Fbailey story number 393


Happy Father’s Day


My wife died before my daughter married, had a daughter of her own, and then got a divorce. Needless to say, she had to move back in with me so that I could help her raise her daughter.

She nursed her five-month-old daughter right in front me and I got to see her bare breasts several times a day. It didn’t seem to bother her at all but it sure bothered me a lot. I started jerking off to thoughts of my twenty-two-year-old daughter. At forty-five I wasn’t supposed to have those kinds of thoughts. However, I was still a fairly young man.

For a six-month celebration I took her out to dinner and we had a good time. My granddaughter ate some homemade veggies that we heated up in our coffee cups then she nursed her in the car before strapping her into the car seat in the ride back.

On the way home my daughter saw a small park with a baby swing so I pulled over and parked. I had learned to become spontaneous and I had learned to carry a camera with me at all times too.

My daughter was in a very pretty but plain dress that came to her knees. It was soft and cotton. It was sleeveless too and was nice in the warm sun.

After playing in the swing and setting her on some of the things that were too big for her we went over to the grass.