My Daughter The Carpet Muncher

My Daughter The Carpet Muncher

My sixteen-year-old daughter Bethany is God’s gift to men. She was a rock hard body, her ass just craves to be admired, and her breasts certainly draw your attention. I get a thrill from watching her get dressed every morning. Bethany has never been shy. She takes after my wife. The two of them walk around all morning in their bra and panties. Lately Bethany’s bras have gotten very sexy and her panties have gotten very tiny. Both of my girls have been wearing those tiny strings with very small patches of material that couldn’t cover a pussy if it had too. I think they call them G-strings. Anyway it is quite evident that both my wife and daughter shave their pussies bald. So for about a year I have just barley been able to contain my lust for my daughter.

Today as I watched Bethany get dressed she put on a micro mini blue jean skirt that flared out and just barely covered her panties. Her top was too small to cover her bra so of course she removed it. It was a white top and all I could think about was a ‘Wet T-shirt’ contest. I would die to see that thing get wet and disappear completely. Today I had the privilege of taking her to school and picking her up afterwards because I had the day off.

When I came to a stop near the school three girls ran to the car. Bethany opened the door and got out showing me her ass as she did so. The girls called Bethany ‘CM’ which caught me off guard. I had head it before but this time I really took notice to it. I wondered what CM stood for! As they walked away I noticed all of the boys tripping over their tongues as she passed by them. I wondered why Bethany had never dated any of them.

At home I was just in time to kiss my wife goodbye and run my hand up under her skirt. I wanted her pussy so bad. My daughter and her friends looked so good that it made me horny as hell. I stood in the driveway and watched my wife’s car disappear down the street.

As I passed by my daughter’s bedroom I heard that dumb ass ‘You’ve got mail’ coming from her computer. She always turns it off so I was interested. I stepped into her room and sure enough her computer was still on.