My Daughter Decided That I was To Be Her First

My Daughter Decided That I Was To Be Her Very First Lover!

My name is Ross Smith; I’m 46 and have a wife and two kids. My wife is named Rachel, she is 45. Together we had a daughter named Phoebe and a younger son named Joey. We live in Las Vegas Nevada and up until a few months ago we were just like any other family.

My wife and I have always had a great sex life, never any problem. We have been together for over 20 years now and I have always been faithful. I still love her body; we still have sex several times a week. They say a man will always get bored having sex with the same woman over and over again, but those who say that obviously haven’t seen my wife’s body. Rachel is around 5’4 and so curvy. She had her tits upsized from a C into a DD-cup about 10 years ago when she was working in a local hotel serving cocktails. Her tips doubled and we often joked about it being the best money she ever spent on her family.

My daughter, Phoebe is 17 and is looking at colleges to go to. It was summer break and she would be a senior at her high school in the fall. We had suggested the local university more than once but she always says “I worked really hard to get good grades; I want to go to the best college available, not the shitty party school up the street.” Rachel and I had watched the Saturday Night Live skits and the local TV news for years and we couldn’t argue with that.

Phoebe had arranged a viewing at a college in Southern California 300 miles away, Rachel said I should go with her and book a hotel for the night. “Make a night of it, Phoebe is growing up fast, it will be good for you to spend some time with her.” She said. So I did. I told Phoebe to book us a hotel for the night she wanted to go online….

…. “Let’s go!” I shouted to Phoebe, still upstairs getting dressed. The day of our trip had arrived. Phoebe came down the stairs in a pink low-cut top and some very short denim cut-offs. “Don’t you want to put more clothes on?” I suggested to her.

“It’s really warm Daddy.” She replied.

“I suppose we won’t be going anywhere near all those horny teenagers at the campus.” I told her.

We put our suitcases in the car and I gave Rachel a kiss goodbye. The first 20 minutes of the drive were very boring. My daughter had driven past mile after mile of dirt and scrub, my eyes began to wonder why. I looked to the left, the right and the left again. Then I realized why I kept looking to the left. It was my little girl’s legs; the way the sun was shining on them, they were glistening and oh so long!

I tried to stop looking, “just look at the road” I told myself. Before I knew it, I was hard. I thought to myself “Your own daughter’s legs have got your cock hard, you sick bastard.” Luckily Phoebe didn’t notice; she was too busy scrolling through her phone as she drove. I have never looked at Phoebe in a sexual way before; I had always seen her as my beautiful little daughter.

I had a boner for at least the next 50 miles. Phoebe wanted to stop at a gas station for a drink, but I told her no, for obvious reasons; I couldn’t stand up in front of her, it wouldn’t take long for her to notice my erection.

The rest of the drive seemed to take forever. I just wanted to go and take a cool shower and try and take my mind off her legs. Eventually we arrived at the hotel.