Ever Since Lucy came home from university she has been acting in a totally different manner to the eighteen year old who left home two years ago and I don't mean in just attitude. There is another side to her; one I discovered after just two days. Let me explain.
I work from home and my wife goes out to work every weekday morning at eight o'clock, returning around five thirty each evening. As I said Lucy, our daughter has returned home and is currently un-employed, which means she's around the house most of the time, rising from bed after Lucinda, my wife has left the house. Not much of problem you might say and it isn't; what is the problem is how Lucy walks around the house.
On the first day she wore a skirt and top and the day progressed normally. On the second morning she appeared in the kitchen wearing only a transparent short nightie and panties. I could hardly believe my eyes for her firm round breasts with their erect nipples were clearly on show beneath the flimsy material. It took monumental willpower not to keep staring at her but I kept giving her glances which I hoped she wouldn't see being given and I couldn't move from my chair because of the raging hard on in my groin. She made herself a coffee, gave me a peck on the cheek and walked from the room. I watched as her arse swayed when she walked.
The next time I saw her was when I went to the bathroom. As I reached the top of the stairs she was leaving it; she was wearing just a tiny thong and a thin bra.
"Morning again dad," she said with a smile on her face and looking at my bulging groin.
What was she playing at? Was my daughter teasing me on purpose? Whatever she was doing was working and after locking the bathroom door I wanked off to ease the growing pain in my groin; hoping she couldn't hear my heavy breathing and the muffled groan I gave when I came all over the tiled floor.
An hour later she came downstairs and again wore a skirt and top, but this time the top was a t-shirt and it was plain she was now bra-less beneath it for her nipples stood proudly from her breasts. Still things progressed normally but midway through the afternoon she changed clothes and came downstairs wearing a tiny plaid skirt and white blouse, along with low heels shoes. When I saw her I commented on how she was dressed.
"Don't you like it dad?"
"It's not that I don't like it, but why wear it in the house?" At this point my eyes were glued to her and I felt my cock begin swelling in my groin. I hoped she hadn't noticed it.
"I like dressing like this; it makes me feel sexy. Do you think I look sexy dad?"
WHAT! What the fuck was I supposed to say to that question? Of course she looked sexy. She looked downright fuckable, but I couldn't say that could I?
"You look gorgeous Lucy".
"Thanks dad."
"I mean it."
What the fuck was I saying? I was telling my own daughter she looks gorgeous dressed like a schoolgirl. My cock was now bulging in my groin.
"I can see you like it", she said as she turned and walked from the room I used as my office.
My face was now flushed with blood and I could feel the heat coming off my skin as I absent mindedly stroked my cock through my trousers. My mind was now in a blur as I pulled down my zipper and eased my hard cock out through the gap. I was again running my hand slowly along my shaft as pictures of my daughter came flooding back into my head. I know I shouldn't have been doing it but I was and was feeling no guilt over it.
I kept seeing her stood in her schoolgirl outfit and then stripping off to just her bra and panties. What the fuck was she turning me into but more importantly what was she turning into; I was soon to find out.
Lucy had been home for just short of a week and had me in a permanent state of arousal; something my wife seemed to appreciate when we fucked at night, but I doubt she'd have liked me telling her I was thinking of Lucy as I fucked her. Things finally came to a head on the first Thursday when I was fixing a blown fuse in the kitchen.
I'd changed the old one for a new one and had just screwed the plug back together when I sensed someone stood behind me. I turned around and looked straight at the bare, tanned legs of my daughter as she stood with them slightly open and her arms crossed across her chest. As I looked up at her she ran the fingers of her right hand across her bare midriff and beneath the flimsy top she wore. I watched her hand disappear and heard her sigh as she gently caressed herself before pulling her hand down again while her left hand caressed her hips and arse through the skin tight shorts she also wore.
Just what came over me I don't know but as I watched my hands reached out and caressed her hips and then ran down the backs of thighs. I heard her moan quietly as I gently stroked the soft skin of her legs and caressed the pert curves of her buttocks while my cock strained for released from it cramped prison.
I stood and took her in my arms and as our mouths made contact with each other and then slightly parted our tongues snaked from them danced together, each running over the surface of the other while my left cupped and caressed her soft yet firm right breast as she stroked the outside of my left thigh with her right hand.
I know I should have stopped right there and then but I wanted her so bad and I knew she wanted what was surely going to follow because she took my hand and guided it over her thigh, across her pubic mound and held it still over her pussy for just a moment before placing it back on her soft breast. Still our tongues danced as we kissed with a passion I haven't felt in years. My hand once more went between her legs and began stroking her mound and material covered pussy. Her breathing was becoming heavier by the second and she was moaning constantly as my caresses continued.
"I want you dad. I want you so badly."
"I want you too baby," I replied, no longer caring that what I was doing was illegal and could at the very least end my marriage.
I again ran my hands over her waist and then lifted her by it onto the kitchen work surface, wonder. I now knew she was naked beneath her shorts, having already guessed she must be. I parted her thighs and ran my hands over her thighs as our mouths once again made contact. There was no going back now; we both knew it.
I ran my hand up her lower body and then pulled her top over her breasts; stopping momentarily to take in the sight of them. They were just like her mother's where when she was that age and Lucy let out a long sigh as my mouth made contact with her erect nipples. My tongue was running over her abdomen and then over her breasts and back down while my hands were stroking her thighs.
