My Daughter My Mistress

My Daughter My Mistress

My wife Loretta is thirty-four years old and a very voluptuous redhead. She is very sexually attractive with her full shapely figure. She has nice full breasts too. Her waist is tiny in comparison and her hips flare out rather nicely. She sure turns heads wherever she goes with her 36D-22-34 body. Then there is the fact that my wife’s soft red downy pussy hairs can glisten ever so wonderfully in the morning light as it comes in the window with her lying there naked after sex. I love that morning sex. You know the one, just before either of us goes in to pee. Those morning erections are the very best. I can fuck her long and hard for about ten minutes. That’s long enough to actually enjoy being inside her. For the last sixteen years, ever since she was eighteen and out of high school, she has been my only lover and I hers.

Our daughter Debbie is fourteen years old and the spitting image of her mother. When we compare photos of Loretta at fourteen with Debbie now you would swear that they were the same person.

I met Loretta right after high school at eighteen so I never saw her grow up. Watching our daughter grow up filled in the gaps for me. I love both of my women.

One day after taking a shower and coming into my bedroom in just a small towel Debbie asked me, “Daddy can I be your mistress?”

I replied, “What!”

Debbie said, “Well I had to read a book for English class last week and this book was all about the life of a mistress! It was amazing! She knew that her lover had a wife but being his mistress was much better. He treated her better, bought her nice things, and took her out more often! The wife was just his wife but his mistress was his girlfriend, his date, and his lover! I would like to be your lover and your mistress, Daddy!”

I was shocked to hear my fourteen-year-old daughter talking like this. I said, “I’ll have to think about this! Do you know what this entails?”

Debbie said, “Yes, Daddy! I have been thinking about it for a week. You have only known about it for a few minutes! You need time to think about it too!”

Debbie smiled and said, “However! To answer your question! Yes I know what it entails! You will make love to me whenever Mommy is not around! You will buy me sexy clothes that I will wear whenever you want me too! You will take me out on dates and show me off like a trophy to your older male friends! You might even have me expose my pussy to them just to make them jealous! You will also take better care of me than you do Mommy! I think that about covers it! Oh yes and you will make love to me whenever Mommy is not around! I just felt that needed to be said again!”

I asked, “Are you a virgin young lady?”

Debbie smiled and said, “Yes, Daddy! I was saving myself for my future husband! You are that man!”

I said, “So let me get this straight! You want to be my sex toy, my fuck buddy, and my lover!”

Debbie smiled again and said, “Well! Yes! But I imagined it a little more lovingly than that! You make it sound crude like you would use me, abuse me, and cast me aside!”

I said, “No! Not at all! I don’t know! I really need to think about this!”

Debbie said, “Okay Daddy! Take your time! I’m not going to jump into another man’s arms anytime soon!”

Debbie then dropped the towel to the floor and stood there. A minute later she moved around the towel showing me her rear view. Another minute and she bent over to pick up her towel giving me a wonderful look at her ass and her light brown puckered asshole. Then Debbie faced me and squatted down almost to the floor showing me her wide-open pussy lips. Debbie inserted a finger into her freshly bathed pussy. Standing she placed her finger under my nose before slowly walking out the door dragging her towel on the floor as she went.

The next day when I came home my wife said, “Debbie needs a new pair of jogging shoes! Take her to the mall and take her to dinner afterwards! I have to meet with some clients tonight! I’ll see you later!” Then she kissed me and left.

Debbie came bounding down the stairs as she heard the door close. She had on a mini shirt and a short top that shows off most of her belly like she always wears. Debbie sat on the bottom stair, opened her knees letting her short skirt get even shorter, and showing me that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I already knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra in that top, either. Actually, I hadn’t seen my daughter in a bra for quite some time.

Debbie asked, “So what did you decide!