**All parties are over 18 in this fictional story.**
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Three years ago mom left me and Daddy. She was cheating with her boss and said he could provide better than Daddy. It wasn't true, Daddy worked hard, we had a nice place, she was just a hateful old bitch. Since I was seventeen at the time, the judge said I could pick who I wanted to live with. I picked Daddy. Mom was pissed. Haven't talked to her since.
For the last three years it's been just Daddy and I and I couldn't be happier. We've learned to work as a team. He works hard so I'm a good little girl and take care of the house. I cook, I clean, I try to make sure he's not stressed.
I hear the key in the lock and hurry to make sure everything is set. "Surprise!" I yell when he walks in the door.
"Baby girl, what's all this?"
"Happy birthday Daddy."
I run over and kiss him on the cheek. I handed him his cold beer while leading him over to the table.
"This looks good baby."
"Thanks Daddy." I smile with pride looking at the steak and potatoes I made for his dinner. "You work so hard and I wanted you to celebrate this year."
The heartless bitch of a mom had the nerve to leave us on Daddy's birthday. He'd not celebrated the day since, but this year I wasn't going to let it pass. I'd been planning this night for months. Daddy hadn't dated or even thought about dating since the divorce.
I loved my Daddy and wanted to make him happy. After I heard him one night masturbating I knew I was failing in my duty as woman of the house. I stood in the hallway that night, watching him pump dick furiously while watching some porn. At first I was shocked and started to turn around, but when I heard him groan I turned back. Fascinated by watching my Daddy pleasure himself. I got a tingling between my legs and I found myself rubbing my pussy while my eyes fixated on Daddy. We came at nearly the same time. I was so embarrassed by what I'd witnessed and done that I hurried back to my room before he saw me.
That night I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about what I'd done. It was wrong I knew it, but thinking about my Daddy got me all tingly again and I had my fingers buried in my pussy getting off again. The next night I laid awake waiting to see if he'd do it again, so again I crept from my bed to watch him. After that I started looking at Daddy differently. My eyes were always drawn to his crotch. I started wearing skimpier clothes around the house. Sometimes I'd catch him looking at me when he didn't think I saw.
Like now, I saw his eyes drop down to my large breasts. I had on a cute sundress with a deep V in the front. It was a little small so the fabric stretched across my D cup, barely containing them. I leaned forward to give him a better view.
"Is it hard?"
He choked on his steak. "What?"
"You're day Daddy. Was it hard?" I ask with a playful smile.
"Yes baby, but you are making it better with this nice meal."
"I only want to please you Daddy. You work so hard for us."
"All for you baby girl. Daddy loves you."
"I love you too."
After dinner I sent him to watch TV while I cleaned up. His eyes roamed my body when I walked over to sit with him when I'd finished.
"Are you ready for your present now Daddy?"