"Ooh, you look nice." Lionel's daughter Cassie came up to him and gave him a peck on the lips. On the lips, not the cheek like she had been doing every day since the day she turned 18. "You look sexy." she said, giving him an appraising look.
He didn't think he was dressed especially nice. Maybe a little polished for a Saturday, but he was just wearing what he would to work: a polo shirt and jeans.
"Just don't fall in love, ok." she said, coming closer now to adjust his collar. She maneuvered so her cheerleader toned thighs grazed his. She was wearing tight leggings that didn't leave much to the imagination.
"You'll always be my girl" he said, trying to ignore the pleasant sensations her closeness was causing. "Besides, it's just coffee."
"But I love you." she said impulsively, and pushed her body close to his. So close, he could feel the warmth of her pussy radiating through her tight pants. Before he could pull away, she closed the small gap between her lips and his and kissed him for the second time that morning, closed-mouthed but still full on the lips. He was sure she could feel his cock jerk against her abdomen.
He backed away feeling uncomfortable and said "Call me if you need anything, and if there is an emergency call Mrs. Anderson, ok?" Mrs. Anderson was an elderly lady who babysat for Cassie when she was young and still came in to do the cleaning once a week.
Cassie fell back into the role of a normal teenage daughter, turning to pour some cereal into a bowl despite the fact that it was 2:00 and said "I'm 18, Dad. I'll be fine, don't freak out." and he picked his keys up off the kitchen counter and left.
"Christ." Lionel thought as he got in his Ferrari and put on the most boner killing talk radio he could find and backed out of the driveway.
Since Cassie's 18th birthday two months ago, she had been kissing him on the lips, but never had she pushed herself against him like that.
It had to be some kind of phase she was going through. Or maybe it was Cassie's mother Amanda's fault. Amanda had left two years ago and as a result, he and Cassie were really close. She was a young adult, sex was new, and because he was a man, she had confused that closeness with sexual attraction.
Understanding why she might have an unconventional attraction to him didn't cause his cock to soften though. He imagined Cassie would have the same effect on any man who got within sight of her 18 year old body. She was stunning. In top shape from dance classes and cheerleading, had long brown hair, a pert nose, rosebud mouth. She was really something to look at. A lot like her mother had been without all the plastic surgery and make up.
In fact, he could pinpoint the exact moment he noticed she was no longer a little girl. It was two months ago at her 18th birthday party. She'd blown out her candles on the vanilla cake decorated with cheerleader paraphernalia and a sugar tiara and turned towards him with an excited smile. "I'm 18 now, Daddy!" she squealed, then proceeded to kiss him right on the lips in front of everyone at the house that night. Her friends, a few neighbors, and even his parents had witnessed it. Before that, she had only ever given him a chaste peck on the cheek.
At the time, he had played it off like a normal occurrence between the two of them. As if that had been how they always showed affection. As though she had been in the habit of doing it from when she was a little girl, and when she grew up, he hadn't noticed her toned curves, perky breasts and a sensual pout that would cause any man to go weak in the knees.
In the privacy of his bedroom at night though, when his mind wandered and pieces of day floated through his head, he thought about that unexpected kiss. How her lips were silky smooth, and how her jeans hugged her ass.
He also thought about how she had gone braless under a sheer white tank top that she had worn around the house the day of the party before changing into her sleek pink party dress. He had been able to see nearly every detail of her breasts under the thin gauzy material. How they had bounced when she moved, and how her perky upturned nipples teased him from under the fabric.
Before he knew it, he was stroking his cock. With the thought of his daughter's soft, sexy tits in his mind, he barely held off five minutes until his body let loose a powerful orgasm. In fact, the experience left him weak and almost out of touch with reality for a few moments before he drifted off to sleep.
What he hadn't expected was that she would continue kissing him on the lips even after the birthday party. At the celebration, he reasoned she had been excited about having all her friends there and turning 18. The kissing had been an extension of that. She didn't have a boyfriend, so she kissed her Dad. It never occurred to him she was aware of how her dressing and kissing him would make him feel. He reasoned she had worn the tank top because she hadn't cared how her tits looked in front of her 47 year old father. Someone he was sure she saw as asexual, old and out of touch. Hell, he'd thought of his Dad that way at her age.
After her birthday, she hadn't gone back to dressing modestly though. Right up until the very day she turned 18, she had worn oversized shirts and baggy sweatpants, but overnight she changed her mind and favored breast hugging tank tops and barely there shorts despite the fact that it was October and the weather was crisping up.
In fact, he had even caught her naked on several occasions. It was always when she going from his master bathroom where she liked to use the big tub with the spa jets, to her room. Later she would say she had forgotten her towel in her bathroom, though the excuse was flimsy at best since the housekeeper kept both bathrooms well stocked. He averted his eyes, but had seen everything. Her pink nipples, her soft looking pubic hair and her toned, sexy body from endless hours of exercise that only fueled his late night fantasies.
It was because of Cassie that Lionel decided to start dating again. Truthfully, he didn't want to even two years after his wife Amanda left, but thinking about Cassie's kisses and scantily clad body when he stroked himself was becoming a habit, and it couldn't continue. He needed to stop imagining her toned legs around his body and grinding that camel toe he'd seen so many times in the last few months against his cock. He had to stop, and the only way to do that was to become distracted by another woman, he decided.
So, he asked a woman from his work out for coffee. Rebecca. She seemed nice enough. Career focused, dark brown hair, blue eyes and glasses. In fact, she looked like an all grown up Cassie with more defined facial features and bigger breasts that had the fullness of a woman in her mid 30's. Someone at least approaching an appropriate age for a man knocking on the door of 50.
Lionel forced himself to focus on the podcast about gas prices and politics, and by the time he reached the coffee shop, his cock had retreated. He saw he was two minutes late. "damn traffic lights." he grumbled, hating to be late, even for a casual get together.
As got out of the car, he saw Rebecca in the window, already seated with what looked like a latte.
"Hi." she said happily when she spotted him walking through the door. "I'm so glad we could meet." She stood, gave him a quick hug that barely grazed his chest, and he was impressed with how nice she looked. She had on skinny jeans that clung to her generous curves with flats, and a sweater that was sexy, yet modest. She was also wearing diamond ear studs, and her hair hung loosely around her face.
"Me too." He said trying to make eye contact and display open body language to hide his nervousness. He then went to the register to order a tall espresso.
Rebecca was easy to talk to. They discussed work, life, then finally she said "I heard you were divorced." He nodded. Amanda had sent him papers, and he'd signed them willingly enough, though there were quite a few hearings before everything had been finalized since Amanda had wanted to squeeze him for every penny she could. After all, she had run off with Julio, the pool boy from the country club. Someone had to fund her gym memberships and plastic surgery. He doubted some 20 year old boy could do it for very long.
"What about you?" he asked, wanting to get off the subject of his ex wife.
"Well." she said and sighed. "I never did get married. I've had a few relationships, but nothing ever worked out." He was surprised. She was hardly a spinster. She looked vibrant. She cared about her appearance, obviously. Not like most women who had resolved to remain single, repelling men with extra pounds, sweatpants and unwashed hair.
She smiled demurely at her coffee cup and laughed. "Well, you see, I lived with my father until recently. He and I were very close, but he passed away just last year."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." He told her and meant it. Then started telling her about how close he was with Cassie, and how her mother leaving them had brought them even closer.
"I suppose it was like that for me and my father as well." she said. The corners of her mouth went up in something resembling a smile, but her eyes were sad. "My mother died shortly after I turned 18. I was an only child and, well, my father and I were close. We loved each other very much. Now that he's gone, it's been. Well, It's been trying for me." she told him and took a deep breath. " We were everything to each other."
Lionel wondered if maybe the relationship had been more than father/daughter love, but vetoed the idea. Just because he thought of Cassie in ways he shouldn't didn't mean the whole world was fucked up. Rebecca's father was probably a sweet old man. She had likely been his caretaker. He probably had some disease like ALS or Cancer that required a nurse, and they had gotten close. She hadn't dated because she was too busy taking care of him, and that kind of thing could be just as repellant to any man as bulky unwashed clothing and 100 extra pounds. Maybe even more so. Get your mind out of the gutter, Lionel. He told himself.
They talked for two hours and Lionel decided he really did like Rebecca. She was smart, quick, and had a good sense of humor. Plus she was hot in a librarian sort of way. He decided he wanted to go out with her again, so he locked down a dinner date for Saturday night. He'd take her to Dominics. He hadn't been there in years. Not since his wife ran off, and it was high time he went again.
"Well, thanks again, Lionel. It was nice to get out." she said wistfully. "I hadn't really been out with a man since..." she said and hesitated. "Well, since my father died."
"Was it a long drawn out thing?" he asked, feeling a little more comfortable asking questions since they had two hours of conversation behind them.
"Oh no." she said. "He was in a car accident. Killed instantly. He was very vibrant, why just that morning he had been...well, very energetic." She said. ...............................................................................................
On the way home from his date, Lionel went to the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner, then pulled into the garage. When he made his way into the kitchen and put the groceries on the counter, he heard a low moaning coming from upstairs.
"Cassie?" Lionel called, moving from the kitchen to the bottom of the wide staircase. "You ok, honey?" He listened.
The moaning got louder and he heard her scream "Fuck, Daddy!"
