John came through the front door of his two-story Victorian home, dropping his briefcase by the coffee table and loosening his tie. He looked at his watch. Eight pm. He sighed; another long day. Strutting into the kitchen, he could swear he could feel his thick, dark hair turning grey. John fixed himself a strong drink and took a seat at the breakfast bar, his thoughts still on work.
Being a CEO of a major company was a hard job; John had almost twenty years of that experience. Not only was he near perfection at his job, he had kept his body in check too. Most men at fifty-two years old have let their waistbands expand and hair turn grey, accepting growing old.
John knew he was getting old, but he certainly wasn't going to let himself go. He exercised regularly and dyed his hair whenever he spotted a grey hair.
'Fifty-two years old.' John thought ruefully to himself. He could hardly believe it. It seemed only yesterday he was 29 years old and getting married. He worked his ass off to rise in his job, to support his wife, and finally, at the remarkable age of 34, he got the promotion to CEO. Nine months to the day after he was promoted, Linda and John had their first baby; a girl. They named her Isabella.
John loved Isabella; he worked hard, but he always made time for Isabella. Isabella became a total daddy's girl. As she got older, she and her mother got into more and more fights. More often than not, John took Isabella's side in the fights. This created fights between John and Linda. But that wasn't all they fought about. Finally, when Isa was fifteen years old, Linda left them. John got the divorce papers soon after, which he immediately signed. He was given sole custody of Isabella, which suited both John and Isa just fine, and what was even better, Linda didn't even ask for any of his hard earned money. She had left him for some rich, famous doctor.
This was more than perfect for John. He didn't want that bitch to have any of his money. His money was for him and Isabella. There was more than enough to last Isabella well after he died.
Isabella had taken the departure of her mother really maturely for a fifteen year old. Now, at three and a half years later, she had graduated high school a few weeks ago. However, when August came in two months, she wouldn't be going to school. She had decided to take a year off, then go to school for interior design. John had been against the plan at first, but Isabella got her way in the end. She usually did.
John took another swig of his drink. He had put in his retirement papers recently. He only had a week left of work before he was officially retired. He planned on telling Isabella tonight.
Isabella. He thought of his daughter, her slim figure, 5'6 in height. He'd had more and more sexual thoughts of his daughter ever since she turned eighteen. John figured it was because he was finally acknowledging his daughter as a woman. He closed his eyes and pictured her B cup breasts and her curvy hips. Her long red hair flowing in between his legs as she engulfed his hard cock, her puffy red lips moving up and down....John quickly shook his head. He'd save that image for later, when he was jerking off.
John heard thunder in the distance and was about to call Isabella to see when she'd be home. She hated thunderstorms, and always tried to avoid driving in them because they scared her. Just as he was reaching for the phone, he heard the front door open and shut. "Isa?" He called.
"Hi daddy!" She called back. She walked into the kitchen, and John took in her small pink halter top, tied behind her neck, and her short black mini skirt. She walked over to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around her small waist and kissed her head, inhaling the scent of her herbal shampoo. He felt a stirring in his pants and quickly let go.
"Would you like a drink?" He asked. She nodded. He began to fix her a drink as she sat at the breakfast bar. "So what've you been doing today?"
"Not much. I cleaned out the rest of the storage area and donated all the old stuff to Goodwill. Then Bobby and I went out for a while." She replied.
John frowned slightly. He didn't really like Bobby, Isabella's boyfriend, but he wasn't a dangerous person, so John allowed Isa to date him. "Did you have fun?" he asked, handing her the drink.
She nodded as she sipped it. "It was okay. How was work?"
John smiled. "I'm glad you asked." He quickly filled her in on his retirement situation. Isabella was overjoyed.
"Oh daddy that's great! With the year I'm taking off school, we'll have tons of time to spend together!" She cried, jumping up to hug him. He laughed and hugged her back.
"Just get me through one more week of work and I'm all yours." He said, smiling down at her in his arms.
By eleven that night, the thunderstorm John had heard earlier was in full force. John was laying in his king sized bed, reading and listening to the storm rage outside. He was just getting ready to go to put down the book and go to sleep when Isabella knocked on his door. "Come in!" He said. She opened the door and stepped inside, wearing a small nightshirt.
"Dad? Can I..." She jumped as a loud thunderclap sounded overheard. "Can I sleep in here tonight?"
John smiled and patted his bed. "Of course you can, Sweetie." He said. Isabella scurried over and dove under the covers. John put down his book and switched off the light. As he lay down, Isabella curled up to him. He hugged her and kissed her head, smelling the herbal scent in her hair again. "Good night, Princess." He said.
"Night Daddy." She said. She slowly drifted off to sleep. John dozed off as well.
A short time later, a loud thunderclap woke John from his sleep. He was drowsy for a moment, and then his brain cleared up a little. He looked down. Sometime since they had fallen asleep, Isabella had turned so her back was to her John, and John was curled up behind her, spooning her, his arm draped over her waist. Isabella shifted a little in her sleep, wiggling her ass a little, grinding it into John's crotch. Immediately his cock began to harden. John started to move, but as he moved back a bit, Isabella grinded her ass even harder into his crotch.
"Oh...Bobby..." she muttered in her sleep.
John froze. She thought she was with her boyfriend, Bobby. He didn't know what to do. Should he continue? Slowly he moved his hand up her waist, gently over her stomach, and began to squeeze her breast gently. She moaned louder. He flicked his finger over her nipple through the thin material. He could feel her nipple harden.
Slowly John moved his hand from her breast, over her stomach to her thigh. He began to rub her thigh, getting nearer and nearer to her pussy. He could feel his cock getting harder. The closer his hand got to her pussy, the more heat he could feel the heat that was coming from it.
"Yes Bobby..." Isabella muttered, still asleep. "Please...I'm so horny..."
