I had been married about four months when my wife had her first child, a daughter called Fiona. As soon as my daughter arrived, my wife changed. She started going out with different men. Then we had blazing rows but eventually I left, I tried staying in the same city however I never got to see Fiona, eventually I upped sticks and moved to Edinburgh.
I hadn't spoken to her since she was five, her mother had rang and said that she was wanting a bike for her fifth birthday, would I be prepared to contribute toward it, I instantly said yes, about a week later I got a call from Fiona saying thank you. That was the last time that I had heard from her. Imagine my surprise when my phone went.
Hello
Daddy, it's Fiona.
I was Stunned.
She explained that she had been given a place at Edinburgh University, I honestly didn't listen to what course she was doing, I just heard her I ask could she come and live with me for a little while until she found her way around this city.
Of course, I agreed with alacrity, I was delighted.
Will I recognise you, it's been a while.
She giggled, don't worry daddy I think you will be fine on that regard, all you have to do is think mam, apparently I am the spit of her at her age. We borrow each others shoes, we even on big occasions borrow each other's bras, more information than I really needed, but I get the point she was trying to make. Yes I am sure you will recognise me.
A week later there was a knock at the door, I opened it and they're standing before me was my daughter, she had not been telling any lies, she looked just like my ex-wife.
Come in its great to see you finally. I stood admiring her legs, very visible in a short skirt, then my eyes swept up her body, slowly lingering over her breasts, then into her eyes, she had been watching my reaction, she didn't say anything but she gave me knowing glance.
I stood nervously looking into her eyes, she smiled at me, and there was a twitch in my loins, I just remembered what it was like when a very pretty woman smiled at you, it took me back to being with my ex-wife. One thing I didn't ask, are you as bossy as your mum.
She giggled - well I have been known to get my way, but I wouldn't say that I have all the characteristics of mum.
The first week went by quite well, however on the Friday night I had gone to bed quite early, I woke up needing a drink of water and realised I had not brought a glass to bed. I could hear that my daughter had come home and she was not alone. However I felt I did not need to disturb her, so I went downstairs into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I could see a guy's head on the sofa through the serving hatch, I turned to get a drink and just as I did so my daughter removed her top to reveal that she was naked. She bounced around, her breasts jumping up and down, obviously putting on a show for the guy sitting on the couch.
Just watching her took me back to when my ex-wife would do that for me. I didn't always get what I wanted at the end of those sessions, I wondered if my daughter would do exactly the same. I couldn't help but be intrigued, so I kept watching.
She did some poses and as she was doing them I felt myself getting hard. She continued to stroll about the lounge, naked, what struck me was just how alike my ex-wife she was. She then went over to the guy on the coach and straddled him, I knew from then on in that she was making love to him, I realised that she was not like my ex-wife. Many a time I had watched her bounce around, her tits jiggling about, then she would inform me that we weren't going to have sex, the best I would get would be to cum on her tits, as long as I promised to lick it up afterwards. I used to get so turned on by a board always agree.
