Beth-Anne Becomes Daddy's Delight
By leo12856
Daddy is captivated by Beth-Anne's erotic alluring Mona Lisa smile as she slowly eases her white sating thong down. (If daddy-daughter incest offends you, then read no further!)
From 18 Beth-Ann blossomed. The previous spindly girl developed, her curves and hips emerged, along with her waist, shoulders, 32c tits, and an ass that, now she was 20 was perfect.
Although I saw her just about every day, I did not really see the gradual transformation. Sure, I noticed there were changes, but the full development of this person was somewhat unfocussed within me. It was, however, another person who actually made me realise what was now the reality with Beth-Anne.
"I must say," Johnny my neighbor said with a little hesitancy, "and maybe it's something I shouldn't, but your daughter is something special."
It was at our annual backyard neighborhood BBQ, which my wife Wendy and I hosted. Johnny was standing next to me at the BBQ, nursing a drink, and looking across the yard. His eyes were focussed in only one direction.
"Don't jump down my throat, Ash, but she is hot," he added, again a little hesitant and then paused. "That," he went on, "is a perfect Georgia peach."
Looking at Annie again I could only, silently, agree. Her ass was the perfect Georgia peach, curved and shaped, and so alluring.
Our backyard was large, a well-cared lawn running to the pool, rocks and landscaped, manicured, the ground lit gardens dotted along the side and back fences. Table and comfortable Adirondack chairs dotted the lawn. Around the perimeter were a number of Hawaiian burning torches to retard insects and add flickering light to the garden. An outdoor bar and BBQ area was off the pool and that was where I was standing, tending the meat, trying not to cremate it. Not too far from me was a guy who tended the bar near my office who was always available to pick up some extra cash for social events. He was too busy to hear Johnny and me.
The back of the two-story house was all French doors opening onto a patio featuring large pot plants and smaller shaped trees. The house was extensive and reflected the success my wife Wendy and I had had in the corporate world.
From all along the street our guests were all there, around the backyard swimming pool, relaxing, drinking, eating, catching up and probably a few were even checking each other out. It was an annual get-together everyone enjoyed. It was a warm night, fortunately not humid and the burning torches kept most of the insects away.
We'd lived in the neighborhood for about 15 years, knew the people up and down the street. A comfortable upper middle-class bastion of professional people married and established. The odd split and divorce, problem kids, economic issues. But mostly stability.
Me, I'm Ash, or Ashley as my mom would say, 48, engineer, successful and now starting to ease back from building a successful business. Just over six feet and around 180, brown hair, clean shaven, I keep fit at the gym maybe once or twice a week. At my stage I can be in casual clothes seven days a week. Tonight, I was in a polo shirt and tailored shorts with docksiders.
My wife Wendy was a couple of years younger 5'6" in bare feet, 120, blond highlights, fit and trimmed. Well curved with a sexy ass, which I always admire, 35c tits just starting to feel the pull of gravity and great legs which she liked to show off in short, pleated skirts when we went out. Tonight, she was in tight yellow shorts and a loose, low cut top with a push up bra, so her tits defied any sag. She, as usual, looked great. The bra she'd slipped on not just showed off her tits but lifted them and gave them a seductive bounce when she walked or danced.
Wendy and I had hooked up my first years after graduation when we both worked in construction engineering consultancy. We seemed to connect almost immediately and within two years we were married. Sex with Wendy was constant, and I discovered there was a slight kinky streak in her which resulted in many memorable days and nights.
In our first 10 years, even the birth of Beth-Anne had not restricted the sexual times we had. Wendy loved sex and wanted it, and I was so glad to go along with her. Now the kinky side of her began to come out it was like a new avenue of sexual eroticism.
At neighborhood get-togethers Wendy wore either the tight shorts with a hemline halfway up her thighs and low-cut top with the bouncy bra or else a mini sun dress. Wendy liked attention, and she usually was rewarded. She was an inveterate flirt but knew how far to go with the men she flirted with, especially around home. Except during a three-month period when I was in Indonesia overseeing a major project Wendy and I had always been together.
Johnny certainly was enjoying his night and, as usual, he kept an eye on Wendy. She and he would often flirt but that was all. He was the neighborhood guy I'd probably known the most. Gregarious. Confident. Flirty with women and sometimes a rare strayer from home. I knew that as he'd told me.
But tonight, he was checking out my daughter, Beth-Ann. She was Beth-Ann to him, the neighbors, most of her friends. But to me she'd always been Annie.
What he said made me look across at her, just by the underwater lit, shimmering pool.
What had crept up on me now, in the pool light, was obvious. Beth-Anne was special, and she was stunning.
Standing with her back to us, her body showed the curve down from her slim shoulders to her waist and then the flare across her hips and down her perfect legs. There were her shorts and a cropped tee-shirt. Beth-Anne was about 5'5" and just on 100 pounds, which she carried casually and with poise and a certain girlish freedom. Blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair, a slightly upturned nose and expressive mouth that was usually coated with bright pink lip gloss. She was someone who was noticed wherever she went and was confident in herself. Her first year, now at the local community college, had given her increased confidence as she grew and developed.
Annie's tight ass was encased in stretch athletic short shorts, covering from her hips just to the edge of her ass cheeks. The booty shorts had an extra seam, the scrunchy seam, that cut between her cheeks to part them and almost show her as if she were naked. Perfect cheeks outlined by the tight and thin white material. In the light I could see there was no panty line, and I did wonder as I looked what was under those so tight shorts that showed her ass so distinct and so clear.
Backlit from the pool lights she was stunning. I couldn't help but stare intently at her shape, but it was her ass in those shorts that held my eyes. So curved and perfect. So beautifully shaped. And so sexy.
"She is that Johnny," I said regaining some poise. It was as if I was seeing the total package for the first time.
I'd seen her going to school, in sport clothes, swimming costumes, party dresses, even shorts and tee-shirts. I'd seen her during a period when she came home early from out-of-state college. She'd asserted her independence there with a wild bunch of first year male and female college students, experimenting with drugs and sex. It was just six months of independence which resulted in a lot of heartache for her and Wendy and me. Then Beth-Anne shrugged it off and came back to our city's renowned community college. It had been, she said, her mad period, and it was over.
She had a succession of boyfriends since coming home again but none ever stayed the distance with her.
A new group of friends, a decision to get studies back on track and sports brought her back, although there were still remnants of the sexual adventures she had experienced. Along with her mental development, her physical development continued unabated but not dramatically visible to me. Like the changes in her body, her overall attitudes blossomed.
Some of that flashed through my mind as I looked over at her but after Johnny's comment I was nudged to take in the overall spectre of Beth-Ann. And that was something to savor.
Both he and I were silent as we looked at her across the grass. The BBQ was my backstop as I stared. His was his drink, which he held but didn't sip.
I was checking her out. There was no doubt of that. But as I did, and as I was looking at her in a new light, exactly why I was doing it crossed my mind. It originated, I figured, in a bedroom erotic game Wendy started playing a couple of months back.
The first time she did it she came into bedroom from the adjoining dressing room in a light green baby doll pyjama set. "Hello daddy," she said in a soft voice, "do you like how I look?" I was both dumbfounded and aroused. Where had this come from, I wondered? "Does daddy like Wendy being naughty?" She turned slowly a few times to show me her baby doll outfit. She lifted the top of the pyjamas to show her frilly panties, stretched tight across her ass.
