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.