Barbeque day! Every year on the fourth of July Peter hosted the big bbq, it had become a tradition for the Collins family. The whole neighborhood would come by for burgers and dogs, beer and soda. This year was especially special as Peter's daughter Morgan was coming home from her fancy summer internship. Morgan had arrived the night before and while she was still the sweet bubbly girl he had known, she looked like a woman. Morgan had neck length dark hair, a sweet proud face and full pouting lips. These sweet yet seductive features might be enough to make some men swoon, but what drove most men wild was her body. Standing only 5'2 she was a bit chubby, with thick highs and a round full rear. What often had Peter ashamedly staring were her large round and bouncy breasts. The massive fleshy orbs protruded from her chest and even in her most conservative outfits, sweet 20 year old Morgan could be mistaken for a street hooker.
When Peter picked his daughter up from the airport the night before he found it incredibly difficult not to stare, she joked and laughed and told stories from her year in the city and all Peter could do was nod along and try his best not to look down his daughter's shirt. The day of the barbecue Peter had settled himself a bit, this was a family friendly event after all.
As Peter set up the grill and put out the first set of sausages he heard Morgan open the back door, "Morning Dad!"
"You slept in," he replied, turning towards her, "do you..." Peter's jaw dropped. Morgan had on a short little jean skirt and a tight strapless black tube top that showed off a truly impressive amount of cleavage.
"You ok dad?" Morgan said.
"Yeah uh uh, can you bring me the seasonings please," Peter stammered. Morgan dutifully slipped back into the house to serve her father.
The rest of the morning went according to plan, friends and family arrived around 11 and before long the backyard was swarming with laughing drinking adults and snotty kids. Peter noticed Morgan being her usual friendly self, but his heart did skip a beat when he saw her chatting with their neighbors Rob and Scott, he wondered if they, like himself, were imagining those huge soft tits breaking free for their cloth captors. When Morgan moved on to chat with her uncle Dan, Peter saw Scott and Rob laughing. Peter wandered close just to hear what they might be talking about.
"They're like fucking udders man!' He heard Rob whisper, "can you imagine?"
Scott laughed and took a sip of his drink, "My kid said she's the school slut, you know fat girls like that are desperate for cock." Peter bristled at their crude remarks, but he couldn't help but have his mind wonder. 'Was his little princess really a slut?' He looked around but couldn't find her in the crowd.
The day went on and while he was trying to enjoy himself Peter couldn't not stop thinking about Morgan's college escapades. He imagined her meeting boys at parties and finding a little hiding spot, or maybe just knocking on random door room doors, maybe she even teased her professors to get an edge. Peter's wife Layla came up to him, she was tall with long red hair and wispy bangs, her C-cup breasts couldn't hold a candle to the melons of her step daughter. "Hon, I texted you, we need more buns"
Peter looked up, "Oh I didn't see...ah sorry my phone died"
