Daniel awoke at a little after 9 Saturday morning, which was late for him. He usually got up at 7 on Saturdays to go to his health club and get in an hour and a half of swimming before coming home to do his weekend chores. But after the exertions of the previous night, his body needed the rest. As he sat up, he could hear plates and pans clanking in the kitchen. Obviously, Sara had been up for a while and she was making breakfast. They were both very capable in the kitchen, sometimes even cooking together.
He was feeling a little stiff, and as he stretched his body, he remembered the pleasurable events of the night before. He smiled as he recalled the wonderful experience of sharing one of the most intense sexual encounters he ever had, every bit as incredible as any he shared with his late wife. Sara, all 18 years of her, was a seductress, a fantastic lover. He couldn't imagine where she learned how to be so incredibly sensual and sexual. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, either.
Sara was tinkering in the kitchen, humming a song, so wonderfully happy. The evening with her father had gone as well as she could have hoped, better even. She also had one of the greatest orgasms of her young life, and they hadn't even fucked or tasted each other...yet. She thought about what might be in store for today and tonight as she prepared waffles with warm blueberry compote and tea. Neither of them were coffee drinkers, both enjoying tea instead. She called out "Dad, are you up? Breakfast is almost ready!"
"Just give me a few minutes, sweetheart! I'll be right down!"
"No, dad! I'll bring it up to you in 5 minutes! Is that ok?"
"Perfect, sweetheart! I'll be ready!"
Daniel went into his bathroom, urinated, brushed his teeth and washed quick, cleaning the dried cum from his body. Did I really go to sleep like this? he wondered. Did Sara?, They fell asleep without cleaning up. He remembered her cuddling into his arms to sleep, feeling contented, while he washed up. He was thinking he should be feeling guilty as hell about the night before, and yet he didn't. He felt invigorated. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman sexually, almost 7 years. Hannah, his late wife, was gone 6 years now, and it had been almost a year before that since they had to stop having sex; she had been too sick by then and he never would have even tried at that point, wouldn't even ask for a handjob from her. He had thought over the intervening years that he would have gladly given up sex altogether if it meant having Hannah with him still. But that's not how the world works. And now he realized how much he had missed a woman, and his daughter was the catalyst that brought him back.
He got back on his bed just a few seconds before Sara came into the room with the bed tray with two plates and two mugs of tea. This wasn't the first time she had made breakfast in bed for her father, but the context was greatly changed. She wasn't just a daughter doing something nice for her daddy, she was also a lusty lady, doing something nice for her lover.
"Hungry, daddy?" Sara said with a loving smile.
"Famished" replied Daniel. "We worked up a bit of an appetite, didn't we?"
"Oh yes. I could eat almost anything!" Sara teased.
"Sit across from me, sweetheart, so I can look at you while we eat. We have some things to talk about. And, by the way, this looks delicious!"
"Thanks, daddy. I hope it's as good as it looks." That radiant smile again. Her smile alone was enough to make men melt for her. Daniel never had thought about her in that way before. "So, what do you want to talk about, dad?" she asked before taking a bite of warm waffle.
Daniel ate a little himself before speaking. "First, I wanted to make sure you don't have any regrets about last night, honey. If you do, please tell me, and we can stop things now. This isn't exactly typical father-daughter activity. And we could get in a lot of trouble if we were found out. Not legal trouble; you're an adult now. But for us both personally. My business could be ruined, and your reputation could be destroyed. I couldn't bear that."
"Daddy, I have no regrets at all. I've been wanting this for a while now, even trying to think of a way to bring it about. I'm grateful we're at this point. And it's not so unusual as you might think these days. I know a couple of other girls who are doing this, and a guy who's sleeping with his mom. I won't tell you who; you know at least one of them" Sara explained.
Daniel was floored, ceasing eating. "Really, honey? I'm stunned."
"Yes, dad. I don't know how they all came about, but I know of those three at least. Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything to anyone about us. But it's not as rare as you think."
Daniel was still surprised. He said "As long as you're still ok with this, I am too. I can't really believe how fine I am with this, actually. I just don't want to think how your mother would have reacted to this."
Sara thought for a second as she finished her waffle and said "Daddy, we both loved her so much. But she's not here, and while I miss her and always will, part of me thinks she'd want us both to be happy. And I know at least in one way, you haven't been happy for many years. So, if I can make you happy..."
"Sweetheart, you've made me so happy since you were born. You've been a wonderful daughter. You're smart, funny, silly sometimes, caring...I couldn't have asked for more from my child. And now, as an adult, you've found a way to even bring more happiness to me. I love you so much, honey. So much."
Sara's eyes welled up. She couldn't speak for a minute. "Daddy, you've been pretty amazing yourself. You did as well by yourself as most parents could do together, and better than a few two-parent households I know of. I've looked up to you as long as I can remember. And you made me pretty damn happy last night as well. And I want more. So much more. And I want it now."
She had that lusty look now. She was wearing that purple robe again, and she let it slip off her shoulders to gather on the bed. Sara had nothing else on underneath now, for the first time, Daniel could see her completely nude. In the light of day, he could gaze on her small, firm tits, capped again with those hard little nipples. He could linger over her taught tummy and see lower, where her black, trimmed pubic hair led to her dampening pussy. He could see she had washed when she got up as well, and he could also smell her pussy, that wonderful, feminine scent. It made his head spin a little.
