This is a story of real love, not just raw sex.
CHAPTER ONE
When I was a junior in high school, my parents divorced. My dad is a great person, hard working, and a real nice looking man. My mom, well she is a... slut ... she will sleep with anyone who buys her a drink. Not really for the booze, she just never says no and doesn't feel any guilt about her transgressions. She is attractive and still can attract nearly any man in the bar.
After the divorce I was to stay with mom, with dad having any visitation he wanted. Living with mom was hell. She worked as a legal secretary nine to five and had her special bar stool at her favorite bar every night after work and most weekends. She was among her friends, drinkers, smokers, and bull-shitters, who told the same old stories over and over. She brought home strangers and, or one of her "friends" many nights. We had a decent two- bedroom apartment with typical thin walls, so the same banging and huffing was apparent every time she came back with a guy. It got old very fast. She told me it was her home and I was just a kid so live with it and shut up.
Dad is commercial airline pilot and makes good money, some of which was paid every month as child support but it was more like support for the bar owner.
Dad is a hunk, he was 20 when I was born. Mom got pregnant and dad did the honorable thing by marrying her, and, yet I never felt he didn't love me, regardless of the reason for the marriage. I think dad did try to tolerate mom's trashy behavior for my sake, but the final straw was an incident that happened at one of my high school basketball games, (I play a good game of hoops). She came to the game late and sat by him to cheer for me. She was flat out drunk, loud, crude, and I was so embarrassed, I finally left the game crying. During the divorce I stayed with dad, but the judge was one of those who believed a child needed to be with the mother. Big mistake. I stayed about six months in the apartment with mom, but really was at dad's more than mom's. As part of the divorce, dad kept the house, a modest comfortable ranch not far from my school so I was able to walk home to dad's place every weekday. I was feeling I had to make up for mom's problems. I worked hard to keep the house clean and show dad how much I loved him.
Before I proceed, let me give you a brief physical description of myself. I am about 5'5" 125 pounds, long dark hair, and βI think β a nice chest, and a firm butt, at least that's what the guys say. Dad calls me a beauty, but he is prejudiced, although the hormone driven guys at school seem to agree.
Now like I said, dad is a hunk, about 6' tall 200lbs. He is very attractive and keeps himself fit. The garage at the house has a lot of exercise equipment and because he works out several times a week, has these terrific pecs and hard flat stomach. Many of my girl friends have expressed an interest in him that is not fatherly. He is also quite well endowed, and I love to watch him when we both are using the equipment. I try to attract his attention and make him realize how mature I am, but he seems to still view me only as his daughter. Some how I plan to change that, since time is my friend.
One morning when I was sitting at the kitchen table having a bowl of cold cereal one of mom's visitors came from her bedroom tucking in his shirt.
This greasy haired salesman stopped and leered at me saying "Wow, you're a looker, I could like it here if your anything like your mom."
I glared at him, stopped chewing, poked my index finger down my throat and gagged throwing up the mouthful of half chewed cereal onto the table. He grimaced and fled on down the hall and out the front door. What a sleaze.
During the summer I told dad how bad the arrangement was with mom and that I wanted to stay full time at his house. He said if mom agreed he would love to have me stay with him. Mom never even tried to disagree, she just shrugged and said "whatever". With that, I moved in the next day and took my place as the female member of the house. I had hot flashes thinking what I wanted to do with my dad.
Oh, by the way, I am now 18 and with a little research found out that I am past the age of consent in this state. Cool information.
Dad seemed defeated after his failure at marriage and appeared to have lost interest in other women. I viewed this an opening for my undivided attention. Just a few days after moving in full time and him coming home late at night after a 3 day flight plan, I made my first move. I stayed awake to greet him with a light supper and a big smile.
I gave him a warm hug, wearing an oversized night shirt, no bra. He was receptive and returned the hug with real fatherly love. After the meal, I moved around behind him and massaged his neck and shoulders. He sighed and said how great it felt, too bad mom never tried to be so nice. I said how tight his muscles felt and if he would get ready for bed I would love to continue the massage on his back. I led him to his king -sized bed and folded back the comforter. I said for him to get loose clothing or pj bottoms on and I would be back.