"Boo! Breakfast time, honey!"
I got up especially early this morning in order to cook a feast for my lovely daughter, Boo. She had definitely deserved it. Just as my thoughts were drifting to the marathon of love we made last night, my little Boo came prancing into the kitchen.
What a heavenly girl she was! She was about to start college but looked like she is 12. She can't get into R-rated movies without showing ID because she looks so young. She stands just over five feet tall, has golden-blond hair that reaches the small of her back, and is as cute as a button. And although her breasts are not that big, they are extremely perky and give her the perfect hour glass figure.
"Hello Gorgeous", I said as I bent over to hug. And I meant she was GORGEOUS: she was wearing one of those oversized T-shirts (a pink one) that revealed her soft cotton panties if she lifted her arms at all.
"Hello Handsome", she whispered as she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. Goodness, was she ready to do it again already!
"I want YOU for breakfast, daddy..." was all she said before she started nibbling my ear. While quickly getting hard from the warmth of her mouth on my ear, all I could do was simply grab her by her little ass, gliding my fingers slowly across her bum.
"OOOHHH, Daddy, I love when you run your fingers over me like that!" Her voice is more high-pitched than most 12-year-olds she resembles. "You're making me wet already! Can we do what more of what we were doing last night?"
Ah, last night. Yes, the heavens smiled down upon me last night.
It started when I picked up Boo from work. She was old enough to drive but always insisted that I drive her to and from everywhere. Looking back, it must have been part of her plan to wear my down over time.
Boo hopped inside the truck. She planted her usual kiss on my cheek, but she also placed her right arm around my neck. It had been a while since I had got any action, so the touch of her soft, youthful flesh against me made my dick twitch.
My wife left me and Boo a long time ago. Boo was a very fragile child; after my wife left us, Boo thought that I would leave her as well. I was as affectionate with Boo as I could be to give her assurance that I would never leave her for any reason.
"Daddy, can we go get ice cream tonight?" Asking for ice cream was Boo's way of letting me know that she needed to talk about something.
"Sure, Boo. Do you want to go out or do you want to get some from the grocery store and take it back home?"
"Let's get some and take it home."
So we went to the store and got her favorite ice cream. While we were in line, Boo saw a Britney Spears on the cover of a magazine and asked me what I thought about her.
"Well, she's not bad, but she's nothing compared to you." I was already in the process of trying to make her feel better than she was obviously feeling right now. If she wasn't down about something, why did she ask for ice cream?
"Daddy, you're just saying that," she said as she blushed like the young schoolgirl that she resembled too much.
But this time, I really wasn't. I always told Boo how beautiful she was, and while I always meant it, it was more of a duty to compliment my daughter in such a way. But I was looking at her now in the store, and I really meant it--no other girl could compare to my Boo.
I snapped out of this thought pattern when I paid the cashier. I was a little distracted while driving home because Boo wanted to hold my hand. All the way home, she rubbed the cute thumb of her precious hand up and down my larger hand.
I scooped out the ice cream and made two bowls while Boo got dressed. When I put the ice cream away, I heard a noise that had broken my heart so many times before--Boo was crying. So I allowed myself into her room to see hersitting on her bed, her face already red from the crying. Without speaking, I sat down beside her and pulled her into me.
When she settled down a little, I asked her, "What's the matter, honey?"
In a few minutes she was done crying, but still whimpering a little. "I want to grow up! I am tired of being looked upon as some twelve-year-old when I'm about to enter college. I want people to start treating me like a grown up."
I was too busy worrying about my hard-on at the time to want to pull her closer. But she took the initiative herself and snuggled herself into me. Before I could say anything, she completely sobered up from crying and said, "...and I want to do grown up things, Daddy."
