Skin-tight Blue Jeans

Fbailey story number 451


Skin-tight Blue Jeans


When did my little girl start wearing skin-tight blue jeans? Probably when she turned eight or nine, but I can hardly remember back that far. Her mother always wore skin-tight blue jeans, so it was only natural that she continues on with the family tradition.

Now at almost fourteen years old she also has her mother’s body. It may seem hard to believe but she really does. Four years ago when her mother died at age thirty she was five feet four inches tall and she weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds. She also wore a 32-A bra and had long brown hair to the middle of their backs. They even have the same pale blue eyes. Sometimes when I look at Ginger I can still see Mary Ann.

Tonight when she was cleaning up the house to entertain some of her girlfriends for a weekend overnight, I couldn’t take my eyes off from her. All of a sudden it struck me that she was the spitting image of her mother when I first met her and throughout the entire twelve years that I knew her.

She walked the same, she bent over the same, and she caused my dick to come to a full erection just like her mother did.

For the rest of that week all I could do was stare at my beautiful daughter. She wore micro miniskirts that made my tongue hard. She wore half shirts that showed her flat tanned tummy and made me want to lick her from her toes to her nose. She also ran around late at night in just her bra and panties that sent my head spinning. However, it was seeing her in those skin-tight blue jeans that excite the hell out of me.

Every time that her mother bent over like that I would reach in between her legs and place my palm on her belly button and slowly draw it back over her warm moist pussy and up the crack of her ass until it got to the waist of her jeans. That was my signal that I loved her, that I couldn’t resist her, and that I wanted to make love to her all night long.

Ginger caused me to think of her mother constantly that week and I got so lonely. I had almost forgotten how much I loved her. When I came home from work I saw her bent over and walked up behind her and just slightly off to the side. I reached between her legs and drew my hand back saying, “Mary Ann, I love you.”

My daughter then turned around and said, “Daddy, I’m Ginger and I love you too. Besides it’s Friday and my girlfriends just watched you feel me up.”

I looked around and saw three of her best friends staring at me. They were Amber, Heather, and Stacy and they were already fifteen years old. Ginger is the last of her group to have her birthday.

I finally said, “I’m sorry. I thought that she was her mother. I’ve been thinking about her an awful lot lately.”

Ginger added, “He used to do that to my mother when he was horny, which was all of the time.”

Amber asked, “Do you date?”

Ginger answered, “No, he doesn’t.”

Heather asked, “Do you at least jerk off?”

Ginger again answered, “Not as often as he should.”

Stacy asked, “Would it help if one of us undressed while you jerk off?”

Ginger did not answer for me that time.