Daughter and Dad Plus a Milf

Me, my daughter and a MILF. Lots of sex and various adventures in this one. Just where my characters wanted to go. There are a few twists and turns along the way though! Dad loves to fuck his college age daughter and discovers way more than he expected!

"Daddy, you need a girlfriend in your bed!" I was home on summer break from college and all he did was hang around the house. He was an architect that worked from home, so even work didn't get him out.

"I beg your pardon!?" He looked up from his laptop, peering over reading glasses.

"Your hair needs cut. You haven't been out of the house in forever. You're looking at those porn sites all day! You need a woman."

"I have let myself go a bit I guess, but I don't see where it has anything to do with it. And those sex sites are for entertainment. Most men like looking at sexy women."

"That's my point! You need one to look at in real life." I was exasperated. "I'm taking you for a haircut tomorrow. Get you cleaned up," I grumbled.

He submitted, and we set a time. While he was at work, I went through his closet and tossed out all the torn, stained, ripped, ugly clothes. We would stop to do some shopping afterwards.

After I'd finished downsizing my Dad's wardrobe, I wanted to go see my old ballet teacher. We became close friends after starting with her as a student.

I stood back in the shadows for a bit to watch her lead the class. She was classic Audrey Hepburn, Long neck, supple body, big doe eyes. She hadn't changed. She had little cupcake breasts that appeared bigger on her small frame. But she was tall and exquisite, and about the age my mom would have been.

She dismissed the class and turned to see me. She yelped, ran over and nearly knocked me down.

"Patsyyyyyyyy! Oh god I've missed you," she said hugging me tightly.

"And I you, Claire! You look ravishing as always."

"Can you have lunch with me now?" We agreed to meet at a small cafe downtown.

"How's Millie?"

"Millie is Millie. My daughter and I still don't have the best relationship." I nodded, understanding. She often told me she would love me as her daughter. "How is your Dad?"

"He has let himself go. Doesn't go out much. Doesn't socialize. It has been a long time since Mom died and it's time he moved on. In fact I'm taking him for a much needed haircut and clothes shopping. I told him he needs a woman!" We laughed.

"I remember your Dad well. He was quite handsome and charming. I always wondered how your mom kept him from straying. But today in his situation... Maybe he doesn't know what to do. When we are married for so long, we forget how to meet others, what to say, what to do. I'm still unsure and my husband divorced me five years ago."

"I suppose you could be right." I noticed men stealing glances at Claire. She always got a lot of attention because of her natural classic beauty. "So do you have a man?"

"No, nobody to even talk about. Men my age are just so old. They seem like my grandpa." We both laughed. "But hey, will you have time to dance this summer?"

"I'm planning on it! I can't wait to get back to the barre. I'd hoped to fit dance in between college classes, but this semester was just crazy."

"Sometimes we have to prioritize in life and it's not always the way we like. After the divorce, I lost my way for a while. I realized I'd lost dancing. Somehow, at that time, it'd become unimportant to me. Once I realized that, my life changed."

A good looking man approached the table. "Excuse me, but aren't you Miss Claire, my daughter's ballet teacher?" She nodded, stood up and hugged him and they went on to discuss all the accomplishments of his little ballerina.

I smiled to myself remembering how Claire was a hugger, a toucher. Some people don't like to be touched by others. I always felt sorry for them. It's just another important part of human communication, and they were missing so much of the warmth that was exchanged, just by a touch.

My dad took me to classes. My mom was often too sick to do it. Although I'm sure he was bored, he stayed to watch and encourage me. I took ballet until I left for college, but began driving myself when I got my license.

"Dad it's a unisex hair salon in the mall, not a barbershop. We're going to the mall. Besides, we need to do some clothes shopping for you."

I hoped that his style sense would kick back in. He used to be a sharp dresser and always well groomed. Some of my girlfriends crushed on him. One of them often stopped by the house to have him help her with college classes for architecture.

He was still grumbling about the salon in the mall when we walked out the door.

"Dad, did you... You know... Mess around with Brianna?" His grip on the steering wheel tightened and I saw the muscle in his jaw tense.

"Ummm, why would you ask that? Would it bother you if we had messed around, as you call it?"

I took a moment to think about it. "No, not really bothered. I actually think it would be sorta cool. And lots of girls like older men. I have an older professor that's pretty hot."

"Okay, TMI," he said laughing. "Just don't lose focus on your studies."

"Oh I won't, I want to keep up my scholarship!"

"Patsy, I know you're in college and going to date. I don't even have reservations about you seeing an older man, as long as you face the reality of the future with someone older."

I put him in the capable hands of a stylist and waited out front in the mall. I loved people watching and malls were the best places for that.

"My dad says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," I said to a stunningly handsome man that just walked up.

"Very funny very funny."

"Holy crap dad you are drop dead gorgeous."

"Yeah yeah yeah, let's go shop for those clothes you think I so desperately need."

I couldn't quit staring at him. Because he'd let his hair get so overgrown, she had a lot to work with and gave him a totally different style than he'd always worn. It made an amazing difference.

He did seem to have a different energy and began choosing shirts probably better than I'd have chosen. I just followed along and only interjected when he asked.

We stopped for a mall lunch.

"You almost look like a different person, Dad." I was still staring and he was getting embarrassed but I didn't care.

His jet black hair was thick and she had given him a longer, more trendy style, but still neatly trimmed. When we left the last store, he wore the one outfit I chose for him. Black slacks and a black v neck sweater. Perfect for his creamy white skin.

More than a few women in the restaurant gave him glances, or just out and out stared. "You have a fan club, dad. Everyone is crushing on you now," I said, winking.

"Oh stop it Patsy!" He was embarrassed, but I could tell this helped immensely with his self esteem that had taken quite a beating.

"So you never answered my question about Brianna. Did you guys have a fling?"

He studied me for a moment and said, "Yes we did. I know she's young, your age, And I resisted because of that. But Brianna could be persistent. When you went off to college, she came by every day and wore my resistance down."

"I think that's very exciting!" I had to admit to myself, imagining my dad with any girl my age turned me on a little.

"Glad you do sweetheart, but she's gone and it has been over."

"She's at school in Europe isn't she?"

"Yes. It was a fling for both of us and long over. I've never particularly been interested in younger girls but it was Brianna that clinched it. At my age, life is relaxing and slowing down, starting to enjoy what we worked for. You all are just beginning your lives. A relationship wouldn't be fair to either."

"Yes, someone at our own stage in life would be better I suppose."

For a relationship, but not for raw, rolling around in bed sweaty sex. Which is a vision that is now stuck in my head.

I started ballet again with Claire and it was good to get back to it. Ballet had been such a big part of my life, I didn't think I'd ever go without it, until college.

I bounced in the door, excited from my first... Workout really. I had a lot of stretching to do. Fortunately, I was just dancing with Claire so I could ease back into it.

Dad looked up from the TV and stared. I just jumped in the car after and hadn't changed at the studio. I'd just worn white yoga pants and a sports bra.

"Have a good time," he said quietly.

"I did! Good to be back dancing with Claire. You remember her, don't you dad?"

"Of course I do," he said thoughtfully. "She was a beauty. Probably still is.... She looked like Audrey Hepburn." He was lost in thought. "She was so graceful and feminine."

I stared at him. Oh my god she was a MILF for him, I thought. At the time, she was still married. When she asked after him the other day at lunch, she had that dreamy look. My mind raced possibilities.

"She was a mom as I recall, but don't remember if it was a daughter or son?"

"A daughter, Millie, but they're estranged."

"Damn, that's sad. I don't know what I'd do without you." He looked at me again, but his gaze was different. More appreciative than shocked.

I sat on his lap and put my arms around his shoulders. "You'll never find out daddy. We would never do anything to each other that was that unforgivable.

He ran his hand down my spine soothingly. I put my head on his shoulder and just enjoyed our close contact. His warm hand on my skin became for than just a touch. My skin tingled. I glanced down and my nipples were hard, poking through the thin sports bra. My yoga pants and worked up and I had a flagrant camel toe, which is obviously what he noticed when I came in.

Heat built against my left ass cheek first, then I felt the hardness. We both realized what was happening at the same time. I shifted to press my breast into his chest, trying to ease the ache. He petted up and down my side, his fingers caressing the side of my tit on each pass.

I felt and heard his breathing change. I moved a bit, rocking against his cock and turned my upper body. I needed his hand on my breast, to ease my aching nipple.

In turn he held me a little tighter and with his languid circles on my bare skin, slowly increasing in size. The cotton was so thin the bumps on my aureole pushed through. I felt his fingertip touch them and he hesitated. I knew he felt he was crossing into some illicit territory.

He swallowed hard along with my soft mewling sounds. He had admitted he hadn't dated in months. I know he liked his girlie porn sites online, but it's not like having the real thing. On your lap. Under your hands.

"Patsy,' he said softly, almost a moan. He was fighting with himself. "Oh god Patsy."

"Please Dad, my nipples ache so bad," I moaned.

He lightly touched my nipple and I automatically arched, needing more. He covered my breast with his hand and palmed my nipple. I started rocking on his lap. Neither one of us was prepared to go much further, but I wanted to cum with him. Being limber from dancing, I spun around and was straddling his lap before he realized what I was doing.

Face to face. He looked down seeing the camel toe even more pronounced, but it was abrading my clit so thoroughly. His thin knit sport shorts did nothing to hold down his rising cock.

"Daddy, I know you like those sexy girls on the internet, but you have one in your hands right now." I started rocking my mound against his inflamed cock.

"Oh sweetheart," he hissed, his hands on my ass pulling me harder against him.

I kissed him, wet and passionate. I didn't lead into it. I knew what he needed and it wasn't long drawn out foreplay. The internet girls did that for him, but it was always his hand that completed the job. It wasn't what I needed from him, but that part would have to be slow and easy.

His tongue dipped into my mouth and I sucked. He groaned and angled his head. I reached into his shorts and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had to feel him. I needed him to feel my hand on his cock for the first time.

"Oh my god Patsy. You're my daughter. We shouldn't but I can't stop," he said, his voice full of anguish.

"Dad, we both want this. We want each other so it's not wrong." I pulled the sports bra over my head baring my tits to him. He hugged me and I rubbed my tits on his thickly furred chest. "That feels so good on my tits. They're aching, Daddy." The college guys seemed to prefer busty girls and I was more cupcake size, so I probably disappointed them.

He stared at my tits for a moment and said, "They're perfect Patsy. Just perfect." He circled the tip with his tongue, getting closer each time. My nipples hurt for his mouth.

"Please Daddy." His mouth was hot and his teeth nibbled the hard nubbin and I moaned.

Both my hands were in his shorts which squeezed my tits tight together, forming a deep valley between. He had his face buried between them with both hands massaging my tits. I arched my back, feeling the shadow of his beard rasping across the sensitive skin. I moaned louder when he rubbed his beard across my nipples.

I hefted his full balls in my hand and lightly scratched with my fingernails. He jerked and his cock throbbed.

"I'm going to cum soon." I stroked his fiery hot cock faster. His hips naturally rocked, just as they would if he was thrusting into me.

"Cum for me," I whispered. "I want to watch your cock pump. I want to make you cum, Daddy."

"Oh god yeah," he shouted out, pulling me against him while his cock exploded between us.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and rubbed my tits on the cum on his chest. I moaned, rocked against him and came hard and loud. I leaned back in his arms. He supported me while wave after wave racked through my body.

"What did we just do, Patsy," he said, clearly distressed.

"Nothing we both didn't want to happen."

He avoided me for a few days and I knew he was regretful. I had to stop him from going down that path. Somehow. So I asked Claire if she would go out to dinner with us some evening, thinking it would be good for us all to socialize.

When I got home from ballet Dad was looking at his computer and didn't hear me come in. I looked over his shoulder and he was looking at the internet girlie porn site.

"Whatcha looking at Daddy?"

"Older women. I like looking at older women. Girls with fake breasts. I just don't get why they do that to themselves."

"Because a lot of guys like busty women. Especially college guys. My friends and I were discussing that before break. Guys just don't pay attention to us with the small tits."

"Well your breasts are beautiful sweetheart." I hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek.

I could see he was pretty randy from looking at the pictures. "What else are you doing, hmmmm?" I hung over his shoulder looking at his hand laying in his lap.

He groaned. "This isn't a subject between father and his daughter." I ignored that.

I kissed the side of his neck and spoke softly into his ear. "What if I told you it gets me hot that you pleasure yourself by doing this. What if I told you I wanted you to continue doing what you were doing while I watched."

"Damn Patsy, you're making this very difficult. I'm just trying to be a good Dad."

I pointed to a woman, about his age, long blonde hair covering her tits. "What about her, does she get you aroused?"

"They all do really."

"But you have to have favorites? Those that you go to that will get you cock hard fast. When you really need to cum."

"You're killing me." His hand started moving, uncovering his hardening cock.

"Show me."

He clicked on the picture which opened up a whole page of photos of her posing. I blinked, not believing how much she looked like Claire. Hmm, I guess Claire would be a MILF to young guys, but why not to any age. I knew I wanted to think about that later but right now I wanted to watch my Daddy stroking his cock.

"She's the one that gets me every time." I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open."Mmm Patsy," he moaned when my fingers wove through his mat of curly hair.

"She would be so sexy naked, next to you in your bed," I whispered seductively in his ear and felt his chest expand with his heavier breathing. "Maybe you'd wake up in the morning with your cock in her mouth." He nodded, his lips parting. "Those luscious lips wrapped around the tip of your cock, her tongue circling the ridge."

"Oh god yeah," he breathed. "I'd love her mouth on my dick."

"You'd watch her tongue flick out, tasting your pre cum. The tip probing the tiny hole." He moaned. "You'd watch your cock disappear in her mouth. You'd feel it enveloped in her steamy hot mouth. Teeth lightly scraping the shaft up to the head."

He whispered unintelligibly and raised up to push his pants down. His cock lewdly stood up from his lap dripping precum. I wanted to do it instead of talking about it, but this was for him. I'd have my turn.

"Mmm yeah she'd have that hard meat in her mouth, but now her fingers would be under those big fat balls too. Weighing them in her hand. Toying with the two orbs in their sac."

"Oh yeah my balls. Don't stop." He stroked a little faster but wanted to draw this out.

"She'd hold the base of your cock tight and suck on the head, run her tongue over the smoothness." I lightly rubbed his nipples and jerked and moaned. "She'd run her tongue down the sensitive underside to your balls." His moans increased. "Feel your balls in her hot wet mouth, daddy. Sucking and toying with them with her tongue. The vibrations through your balls from her humming drive you crazy."

"Yessss," he ground out.

I pulled up another picture of her. Spread legs, pussy wide open."She wants your cock in that wet pink pussy. To feel you sliding deep. Ball deep in that hot cunt. She moans when she feels the intrusion of your fat cock. Stretching her cunt. Her legs wrap around you, locking you inside her."

"Oh Patsy, god don't stop sweetheart, you're driving me crazy," he said, his voice wavering and gravelly.

"You pick her up, impaled on your cock, and she starts bouncing on your cock. Banging deeper and deeper."

I clicked on the picture of her on all fours. "You lay her on the bed and tell her to get on her hands and knees. You're running your hands all over her ass. Her smooth soft pussy lips are wide open. Swollen and sensitive to your touch. To your tongue. She cums at the first touch of your tongue on her clit. You make her cum again and again. She's exhausted but you're still throbbing and hard. You want to ride her. You want to hump her hard and fast. Wild animal like sex."

"God damn," he ground out, stroking faster.

"You drive into her cunt, bottoming out, the tip of your cock touching her cervix. She groans and bucks but you're in deep. You reach under her and flick her clit and start pounding in her. You can't stop. You're out of control." His ass lifts off the chair and he's grunting loud and I keep talking in his ear.

"Her cunt is squeezing your cock tighter while he cums. She starts riding your hard pole and banging back into you. Your bodies making lewd obscene sounds and you fuck faster and harder." Suddenly he shouted loud and his cock spewed a geyser of cum out of his lap. He slowly milked the rest, gasping and catching his breath.

"Dammit Patsy, you trying to kill your old man or what. How did you learn to do that. It was the hardest I've ever come just stroking. And in front of my daughter yet," he groaned.

"Yes, and you'll do it again for me sometime." He groaned again comically and we laughed.

Dinner with Claire was coming up soon which made me remember the MILF that Dad liked. I got on his computer when he was gone and looked her up again, making note of a few things.

Since she had a late class, we had reservations at a restaurant by Claire's studio. We had arrived first, and shortly Claire came in, a longish flowing dress, delicate and feminine.