Seducing Her Father

This a rewrite of a previous story. Hopefully better editing and flow.

Goddammit! She was going to be late for school again! One would think she could set an alarm and get the hell out of bed when it went off but Willow would slap it off and roll over for a few more minutes sleep. He hurried down the hall to her bedroom and threw open the door then slammed to a halt, the shout of “Get up!” stuck in his throat. His daughter was lying on her back uncovered by blankets, as nude as the day she came into this world. Her eyes were closed in sleep so she didn’t see her father gulp a deep breath then scramble back out of the door. He closed it quietly then knocked loudly “Willow! You’re gonna be late again, get the hell out of bed!”

Willow smiled then opened her eyes. She looked at the closed door and snickered to herself about the way her father had reacted. She had heard him coming so she kicked the blanket off, closed her eyes to a slit then waited for him to come in. He thought her eyes were closed but they weren’t. She wanted him to see her with nothing on, she wanted him to see that she was more woman than girl, she wanted to watch his reaction to her nudity. She wanted to get his mind working about her, for her.

He stood outside her door his chest slowly deflating from the deep breath he had been holding. Holy hell, what was that? He hadn’t seen his girl nude since she was maybe six and hadn’t realized that in the years since then she could change so radically. She was his baby for Christ’s sake but the young woman he just saw was far, far from childhood, she was ready for childhood. He turned from her door still shaken from the sudden exposure to Willow in the buff and went to calm the inner turmoil with a cup of coffee.

He was divorced. His ex-wife had left them both, husband and daughter to live with a fucking lowlife Accountant, the same fucking lowlife that used to handle their taxes. Well now he was handling his ex and not the taxes. Willow’s mother decided the girl didn’t fit in her new lifestyle so she not too subtly discarded her also. For the last three years father and daughter were a team paired to each other by kinship, circumstance and the failed family life. In that time Willow suffered through the twin agonies of high school and puberty. Her dad did his best to keep the passage through the years smooth but she suffered some rough rides along the way. In the last few months as her physical maturity peaked and the hormonal insanity of puberty weakened its hold on Willow she began to feel more womanly. The burgeoning woman began to yearn for intimacy: male intimacy. Willow was getting horny more often, more intensely as her childhood slipped rapidly into the past. She knew what she was feeling but she wasn’t yet ready to venture into a relationship with a young man. She’d been paying attention to the antics of the teen boys in her social group and didn’t want to subject herself to the heedless capers of any of them. She felt ready for sex but she wanted it on her terms not some hormone flooded teen’s. In two years she had dated five boys but the intimate moments were limited to making out and an occasional fondle of each other but she remained chaste to them, her only erotic companions were her fingers and a fist sized torpedo shaped vibrator she stole from her mother on one of the rare occasions she went to visit her.

But recently something new began to bubble her blood, tickle her mind. Willow wanted to experience real sex, but only at the hands of a mature, skilled man. Her father.

She wasn’t sure what was happening to her, why she felt what she did, thought of her father that way but if one could delve into her sub-conscience they would find that the closeness they shared along with the intimacy of a coming of age female living with a handsome virile male was a strong factor. Over the past few months Willow watched him with increased sensual awareness, she had begun to find ways and reasons to see her father intimately. Her curiosity caused her to sneak the bathroom door open to watch him behind the water spotted glass while he showered. Twice she ‘accidentally’ barged into the bathroom while her father was toweling off, catching quick glimpses of his nudity before he shouted at her. They spent time together in the Gym, he keeping fit, she toning her youthful body. At the end of an hour of exercise her stomach would ripple from the inside out while she watched the sheen of sweat on her father’s chest and back. On more than one occasion she felt compelled to go to him, to kiss and lick away the rivulets of sweat, only sheer determination kept her from him. She felt tremors of sexual hunger when she saw women sneaking looks at him as he exercised. She went to his bedroom while he slept to admire the breadth and thickness of his muscular chest. His stomach was flat to a narrow waist and he had toned, well defined, muscular legs. Since he slept nude she was often treated to the full exposure of his body. On those occasions her leg muscles would shiver, her chest grew warm while she inspected how his lengthy cock lay over his balls. More than once she almost succumbed to the desire to lie next to him. But the most intense feelings happened when she would sit outside his bedroom door when his girlfriend Molly spent the night, she could project herself into Molly’s body and feel what her father was doing.

She wouldn’t go to him, she didn’t want to be obvious, she didn’t want him to think she was a wanton young tramp. She wanted him but he would have to take the final initiative. She was hoping the closeness and companionship the two shared in the home might encourage her father to broaden his sensitivity toward her, his awareness of her; that he might develop yearnings that would become action. She determined to keep from chasing or physically seducing her father but there were some things she could do to earn his interest. She had a few times walked though his line of sight wearing just short silken slips or lingerie’ but lying nude on the bed was her boldest foray into a world of provocation and passive seduction without revealing her intent. Willow got off the bed to prepare for school her lips curved upward as a small smile, she was pleased at what she had done, what her father had seen.

Her father’s girlfriend was an accomplished professional, a gynecologist, a woman’s doctor but also Molly was pretty, sweet and in her mid-thirties, still hot. Willow wasn’t jealous of her, quite the contrary, she liked her and thought her father and Molly made a good couple. The three often went to dinner or movies or the beach and parks. She knew Molly and her dad were fucking and accepted it as normal. She also intuited that a man can make love to more than one woman, that men often dated two or more women at the same time. Willow didn’t think of a relationship with her dad as an all or nothing affair, she could share his affection with Molly. But she had to get his affection, to get him thinking about her as he did his girlfriend.

Ironically she went to Molly for advice on how to seduce a man but not be transparent. Molly delighted in giving advice, she knew Willow had never before taken any boy serious and was happy that the girl had come to her to learn how to capture a man’s attention. They began with physical appearance; hair, make-up, and clothing. Molly spent days with Willow teaching her how to apply cosmetics so the attractive features of her face were played up. Her eyes, brows and lips became subtly more appealing under Molly’s tutelage. The girl’s dark blonde hair was cut shorter and streaked with trendy soft colored highlights, styled to frame her face, to draw focus on the pretty countenance.