My wife had left me a few years earlier because I didn't devote every second of my life to her...and therefore, I was a very selfish man. Our daughter decided to stay with me until she finished high school. I know it sounds cliché, but my ex was jealous of the father/daughter relationship. Those two never seemed to be 'ok' with each other. Her friends were here and she didn't feel like changing schools just for mom. She turned 18 a few days ago and will be graduating this year with high marks. I'm very proud of her for being so tough during these trying times without mom. My daughter's name is Becky. She is about 5'4 and around 110 lbs. Her body is toned and tight, very athletic. Blonde hair that flows down just past her shoulder blades and blue eyes that seem to radiate with happiness. Skin as smooth as silk and not a blemish to be seen. My little angel.
We lived in a nice house in a pretty good neighborhood with a big backyard. The swing set in the backyard was getting old and squeaky. I had spent all weekend lubing it up and putting braces here and there to hold it in place, and painting it in case anyone were to start swinging, which didn't seem likely. I guess I was bored. Becky walked out of our sliding glass door and smiled to me, letting me know she was home from school and that she was going to change out of her school clothes and into something more comfy. Fine by me. Although, her school clothes didn't look very UNcomfortable. A black pleated skirt and a pink skin-tight T-shirt that was showing her midriff, which included her bellybutton, and a little diamond bellybutton stud giving off sparkles with the sunlight. I had taken her last year to get her navel pierced.
I earned a lot of points for that one. She thought I was the best dad in the world. I mumble under my breath as she waves, "My goodness. What an incredible display of a fuckable woman." Did I just say that? Nah, she is my daughter. My princess. My babygirl. It wasn't until she came bounding outside again when I truly understood what she meant by 'more comfy'. She came out wearing a new shirt, which I had bought a couple days earlier for her birthday. I felt really guilty buying it for her....at the time.... I had even secretly mixed the shirt in with some other shirts and skirts and stuff so it wouldn't stand out too much. I didn't want her to think I was thinking about her in a sexual way, just wanted her to have a sexy shirt, just in case...you know...Anyway, it was a pink extra small sized Barely Legal half-shirt that showed off her toned abdomen and her perky little boobs. No bra either, I could see her lil' nipples starting to get erect. "Probably about a 34b." I said to myself.
She had also put on a white skirt she used to wear a few years ago. This skirt was very much shorter than her school skirt. I had bought this skirt for her about five birthdays ago. Now it was extremely short since she had grown quite a few inches in those years. It wasn't a tight skirt. In fact, it was very loose...it had been washed so many times the fabric was thin, nearly see through. A slight breeze would have fanned it up exposing her...who knows what she was wearing underneath. "Why must she torment me with these slinky outfits?" I said to myself. It seemed to me, she enjoyed showing off her pert little body to her daddy. Always wearing the skimpiest articles of clothing around me. I enjoyed the flirting and the way she paraded around the house wearing next to nothing. I had never tried anything sexual with her. She was my daughter.....she was also a beautiful and sexy girl. What a dilemma...
"Whatcha doin, dad?" Her voice was soft and caring. Music to my ears.
"Oh, just tightening up a few bolts and making sure this thing doesn't hurt anybody." I watched as she approached. The closer Becky came to me, the more I thought her skirt was see-through. It looked as though the sun was shining right through her skirt. I could actually see the outline of her legs and...my, my, my... I could see where the inside of her thighs met. And they didn't touch, which left an area that went straight across. My little girl's pussy. "I wonder if she shaves?" I said to myself.
"Dad, nobody has been swinging on this thing for a long time!" She came right next to me and kissed my forehead.
Trying not to look up her skirt, I said, "I know baby. Guess I was just reminiscing to when you were a little girl. You always wanted me to push you on this damn swing." I smiled.
"Daddyyyy. I loved when you used to push me from behind. Then sneak around front like I was going to crash into you...but then you would step out of the way at the last second!" She laughed. I loved her laugh. It made me smile no matter what kind of mood I was in.
"Well, I think it's safe again." I stood and admired my work, trying not to think about what she had just said—"push me from behind". Why must I turn everything sexual? I said to myself.
"Can we try it out!?" She giggled and sat on the swing. I stood there. "Um, Dad, I can't swing unless you push me."
"Oh..uhhh..Right....here we go then." I came up behind her placing my hands on her shoulders and began to push. The harder I pushed, the higher she went. The higher she went the more she sat back in the seat, moving her butt almost off the back. "Harder daddy!" Her skirt was hanging off the back now. It was all slow motion at this point. Like a dream. "Faster daddy!" It seemed like forever for her to get back to me...I watched as she came arching, swinging back...I didn't move. I stood right behind her. Becky was almost above me as she reached the end of the backswing and began the downswing. Just at that point, her skirt floated back and up. Oh my goodness. (thump---thump!!) My heart skipped a beat. Right in front of my face, my little girls' perfect buttcheeks were panty-less and within inches of my wide and never blinking eyes. White and creamy, two round globes of my hearts desire. The next time she came swinging back I almost had a heart attack. I swear I saw her buttcheeks jiggle and spread. For a split second...Did I just?....I swear I did. I saw the most perfect butthole on earth. "Holy shit." I said, apparently not 'under my breath' enough.
"What's that daddy?" She didn't wait for my response. "Keep pushing dad, this is so fun!"
"Anything for my little girl." The next time she came swinging back I pushed...but...the only place to push was...her butt.
I tried to place my hands on the outside of her skirt. I missed. My hands landed squarely on her nice firm ass.(An electric shock went from my hands on Becky's ass straight to my cock.) I think I actually gave my daughter's ass a little squeeze in the process of pushing her forward again. She is going to freak out, I thought to myself. When she kept spurring me on, I kept squeezing her butt and pushing. Now I was purposely making sure my hands went under her skirt and onto the finest ass in the world.
Did she know it was her skin I was touching? Or did she think I was pushing on the outside of her skirt. I didn't want to hurt or emotionally scar my baby, she is everything to me. I had to stop. I was getting a serious hard-on. My shorts had a noticeable tenting in the front. I started to collect my tools when....
"Daddy..Just a couple more times....Pleaseeeeee!!!" She whined to me with her cute puppy-dog eyes and her babygirl voice.
"Baby," I tried to sound fatherly. "Your skirt is a little short, your giving your old man quite a view back here."
"I know it's short dad, it's ok. You're my dad, I trust you. You're the only one I trust actually." Her comment made me proud that she had so much faith in me.
"Becky, you're swinging so high all I can push is your sweet little bottom."
"I know! I have felt your big hands squeezing my ass on every push. You know what? You are the only guy to ever feel me up!"
