I received a call from my daughter today. I was starting to get worried about her because she keeps to herself and has a habit of avoiding me and shutting me out. Now, I know why: She was failing her college classes and she's flunked out. I sighed and told her to just come home and we'll talk about it.
I should have known better, she wasn't the smartest in the world. But, she seemed so excited and determined to attend college to be a veterinarian or whatever. I was upset at the money she wasted but I couldn't deny I was happy to know she was coming back home. A couple hours later I hear the front door unlock and swing open. My 19 year old daughter comes inside, I could tell she had been crying on the way home.
She was a tiny thing, barely five feet tall with shoulder length brown hair and a cute face that would just make you melt. Small nose and big brown eyes, she almost looks like a kitten. She looked so much like her late mother, and she used that to her advantage. We are the only family we have left, so she knows she's my big weak spot. "D-Daddy I'm sorry." She stammered, her voice cracking. I could tell she knew she fucked up, big time. "Sweetheart, it's alright." I spoke softly as I took her into my arms. As I squeezed her tightly I could feel how she had grown in a couple years. Her hips and her chest, most notably, had filled out a little. She was already well endowed like her mother, but her breasts felt much more noticable as she squeezed me back. She was easily a 42 GG cup. My cock twinged at the thought. I'm 100% certain my daughter knows I have a breast fetish and I'm sure she's used that to her advantage too. She knows I don't get upset with her after one of her hugs.
"You don't have to explain anything right now sweetheart. It was a long drive for you and it's late. Head upstairs, get to bed, and we'll talk about this in the morning, ok?" She nodded, wiped her eyes, and made her way to her old room. I relaxed my shoulders and exhaled deeply. I spent so much energy worried about if my daughter was doing well in college, and now my worst fears were realized. I shook my head and decided I'd take my own advice. I'll deal with it in the morning.
I couldn't sleep. My thoughts kept me awake and irritated me slowly. College was expensive and now she was in debt with nothing to show for it. What was she doing all that time? My daughter is timid, introverted, and doesn't like confrontation, so I figured she would have no problem studying and getting through her classes. I shook my head as a hot anger slowly filled my chest. I wasn't sure how, but she is definitely gonna pay me back for all the money I wasted sending her to college. I suppose I should be thankful she took the failing grade instead of fucking her professors just to pass. The heat in my chest slowly shifted to my 11 inch cock as my thoughts went down the rabbit hole.
I can picture it now, her grades are slipping, so she asks her professor for help during office hours. He grins as he informs her it's too late she's gonna fail unless she does some "extra credit". I shake my head and dismiss the corny scenario. I don't want to think about anyone taking advantage of her. "I want her all to myself." I mumbled without thinking. Yeah, I came to terms with it a while ago, right before she left for college. I want to fuck my daughter, I'm not ashamed to admit it. Her small shoulders, her perfect cute little plum bottom, those gigantic fat breasts. I have an oral fixation as well. Countless times I've imagined those big brown eyes looking up at me while my cock rests on her full lips. Everytime my little sweetheart gives me a kiss on the cheek I wonder what it would be like for her throat to be filled with my cum. My cock is fully erect and straining against my boxers. I pull my shorts down slowly and it springs out, precum emerging from the tip. I decided that today was gonna be the last night I jack off to my daughter. I'm gonna have the real thing from now on.
The next morning I got up a little early. I was too excited to sleep in, so I threw on my robe and prepared breakfast. My daughter wasn't awake yet, but I knew the smell of pancakes would get her up. Sure enough, after I flip the last pancake onto her plate she quietly appears behind me. I don't know how she does that, my daughter was always so sneaky. "Whoa, hey, there you are sleepy sheep. You feeling better?" I said cheerfully. She nods and yawns, perking up a bit at the sight of the pancakes. I handed her a plate and we both sat down to eat, however I couldn't really focus. My daughter was wearing what she slept in last night, one of my tank tops and panties. She always felt so comfortable around me to dress however she wanted, but for me it was torture. As big as my shirts were, they were hardly able to handle her huge tits. A decent amount peeked out over the top of the shirt and it was difficult not to stare. As she ate her pancakes occasionally a drop or two of syrup would decorate her cleavage. I wanted to grab her, hold her down, and lick them clean. I couldn't take anymore. "Sweetheart? You finished? Why don't you go and shower and get cleaned up. We need to have a long talk."
