Edited by Sixty-nine
Author's note: While this story can be read as a separate piece, the full effect of the characterizations and their motivations wouldn't be fully understood unless you've read the Birddoggin' series more or less in order.
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My wife, Lori, was already asleep when our daughter got home from work the next night. Lori typically likes to go to bed much earlier than I do anyway, but we've made it a habit of turning in at the same time for the sake of intimacy. Often, I would watch my lovely older wife fall asleep on my chest even when I wasn't feeling particularly drowsy at the time. Then, like tonight, if something caught my attention, I'd slide gently out of my side of the bed without waking my soundly sleeping spouse.
What caught my attention tonight, quite naturally, was the distinct smell of young pussy that just naturally throws a birddog like me into high heat!
I love a late night rendezvous in the kitchen. When I was younger, I often used to enjoy them with my mother when I was living at home, and then with my sister when we were both rooming together at college. That was, of course, when I was still birddoggin' sis, before she moved her things into my room and we began sleeping together full time. After that, if either of us woke at night feeling horny, it was just a simply matter to tease the other one awake and then attack them at just that lovely time when they were half asleep and half awake. Sis was especially tricky about that.
My daughter, Summer, came in exhausted, as she often did from her restaurant job. Since she worked at a Japanese bistro in town, she usually had the smell of tempura in her hair and on her clothes. I often thought of the irony of my gorgeous WASPy daughter working in an Asian restaurant. She didn't look at all Japanese even though she did have some of the same delicate features that make young Asian women so lovely.
"Rub my feet, Daddy," she said to me in her typical Summer greeting. This time, though, she didn't even mean it. Instead, she came into my arms and just needed to be held for a while.
"Ugh, that was a hard shift," she moaned in complaint. I held her tight, my hands roaming over her slender sides, my cock getting harder with the feel of her in my arms.
For answer, I brought my lips to hers and drank of the loveliness that only a young daughter can share with her loving father.
After a long, sensuous kiss, our tongues dancing around each other for the longest, most delicate moments, Summer sighed into my mouth and we parted briefly. "Oh, Daddy! You're horny again, I can tell. Don't you ever get enough?" she chuckled, but she rubbed her small, bra-encased breasts against my wide chest encouragingly while she said it.
"Actually, you haven't officially 'given me' any," I reminded gently, always pressing for the moment when Summer and I would have intercourse. "But even forgetting that, baby doll, the answer is, 'Absolutely not!' I don't know if I'll ever get enough of a beautiful girl like you."
"You say that now," she teased me speaking low and sensually as she rubbed her slender hips against my bulging crotch, "but after I give it up to you, you'll grow tired of me just like you have Mother."
If I thought that Summer really understood me, I would almost have taken what she said as an insult. As it was, I just used the comment as a means to further her education. "Honey, I've never grown tired of your mother, and I never will. I love her more today than ever before. Your mother just isn't as interested in sex these days as I still am. I won't lie to you and tell you that I wouldn't be after you anyway, you're gorgeous after all, but just because I desire you doesn't mean I've gotten tired of your mother."
"I know, Dad," Summer said softly, a bit embarrassed for what she had implied. "I was just teasing. I know you love Mom."
"Okay, darling," I said tenderly, pulling Summer even closer into my embrace. "I just don't want you teasing me about not loving your mother. Tease me about something else. Tease me with that pretty ass of yours." I winked at Summer when I said that and patted her playfully on her bottom with both hands. She giggled, then spun away agilely and went to the refrigerator for some refreshments. My daughter worked at a restaurant but always came home hungry and thirsty. In fact, as slender as she was, when she came home from work was about the only time she really ate.
She brought out a big hunk of cheese and poured herself a tall glass of milk. Summer was definitely a dairy kind of girl. I could easily see her growing up in Wisconsin on a dairy farm. The thought of Summer dressed up like a sexy country girl was a very intriguing one, a thought that appealed to the birddog in me in particular.
"Were you listening to me?" I heard Summer ask abruptly.
"Sorry babe, I guess I wasn't. I was just thinking about getting you a milkmaid's outfit to wear around the house," I said, grinning roguishly.
Summer laughed, giving me a playful swat as she told me, "You are such a persistent man. I'd never date you if you were my age, you know. All you have is sex on the brain."
"I'd never let you date a boy like me either, darling-girl," I smiled, getting out a wineglass for myself as I did and pouring a glass of red wine for the two of us to share. "You won't be ready to date someone like me for at least a year or two."
"Why is that, Daddy?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "You want me all to yourself for that long?"
"I'd like you all to myself for your whole life," I said with an honest smirk, "but I know that's not realistic. No, dearest, you won't be ready for someone like me just yet because you need to go to school first in the fall. A man like me would have you barefoot and pregnant within six months and then all your mother's plans for your future would be down the drain."
My daughter laughed again, thinking I was over-exaggerating to her. Actually, it had been an honest assessment. In fact, if her mother wasn't here to chaperone the girl, I might have had her barefoot and pregnant on my own. Lori would never allow it, though, so that particular fantasy wasn't ever going to happen. Not that Summer wouldn't look lovely with a swollen belly, especially if her slender stomach was swollen with her father's own child.
