I guess it all really started on my daughter's 18th birthday. Ashley had always been a cute little girl, but she didn't grow up as fast as the other girls her age. I had never seen her as a woman until that winter. She had developed some nice curves and a tempting sway in her hips though, and I wasn't the only one that noticed. Boys would stop by the house under the guise of asking for help on their homework or giving her a ride to school. My little angel never acted like she noticed how much attention they paid though.
When I rolled out of bed, I had no idea what the day had in store for me. I just wanted to trudge to the shower and be ready for work in an hour. My bare feet scooted across the cold hardwood floor. As I entered the bathroom, I didn't think to close the door behind me because I was the only one that used the adjoining bedroom. My mind was completely blank when I entered the shower. I turned the hot water on as my other hand naturally gravitated to my cock. I absentmindedly stroked my cock.
The water pounded on my chest like hands on a drum, and then it ran down my body only to swirl away down the drain. As I lathered up, my stroking became more lubricated and increased in speed. All of a sudden, Ashley's body popped into my mind. I just couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to bend her over my bed and show her a real fuck, not the making out with boys in the backseat of a car that she was used to by now. I kept thinking about her until I was ready to cum.
For no reason, I happened to glance at my watch sitting on the counter. "Shit!" I said when I realized I only had a few minutes to get ready and get off to work.
That same hectic morning, no boys stopped by to give her a ride to school. I thought this was odd, so I yelled up the stairs that she could ride with me on my way to work as a scrambled to down a glass of orange juice and tie my tie. When she didn't respond, I meandered up the stairs. "Ashley?" I called down the hall toward her bedroom. "Ashley, where are you?"
I didn't go into her room thinking anything would happen—I thought something might be wrong actually. Maybe on a subconscious level, I could admit I wanted her after the shower this morning, but I never would have acted on my desires.
I know I didn't knock on her door like usual, but I thought something might be wrong so I just barged right in. And there she was, still sleeping in her bed. Her soft skin was completely unhindered by her usual teenage garb, allowing me to see the body of the most beautiful woman I've ever known. It was the body of a goddess really. Her muscles were toned from sports; her tummy and breasts were firm, which we know is one of the many benefits of youth; her skin still held on to the lightest of tan lines from the summer. And it was in that moment that I knew I had to have her.
I quickly pulled the door to and stepped out in the hallway. There was a noticeable bulge in my pants, and I couldn't wake her up like this. I made it to my bedroom across the hall and picked up my phone to call and say I would be late to work that day as I loosened my tie and kicked my shoes off.
"Cheese on fucking rice," I mumbled as my belt was giving me trouble in my quest of banging the fuck out of my left hand. It was like I was a clumsy teenage boy in the backseat of a car, minus the teenage girl of course. My persistence paid off. After a deep, calming breath, I undid the belt and had my pants, as well as my boxers, around my ankles.
My hand flew to my throbbing cock in an almost greedy manner. I closed my eyes and imagined my fingers were the lips of my beautiful daughter. I bit my lip in anticipation of what was to come, and then I slammed my back against the wall. I mark that one motion as the one that really got the ball rolling.
It was louder than I had intended, but I didn't notice the noise because I was concentrating so hard on my daughter's sweet mouth bobbing up and down on my cock. By the time I heard Ashley running down the hall to get a pair of jeans from the laundry room, I was ready to cum. I knew I had to stop for the very same reason I kept going—she might see me through my open door at any given moment.
My heart was racing as I heard her nearing the top of the stairs. She was just outside my room, and I could see her stopping there as if she'd forgotten something. I slowed my hand and peeked my head around the door. She wasn't wearing a shirt—hot damn, she'd forgotten to put on a shirt. "Daddy?" she said. "Are you still home?"
A mixture of fear and excitement rushed through my body. If I answered her, she might walk in on me and be scarred for life...but she might join in. I timidly called back, "I'm in here, hun."
She turned to face my door. I could almost feel her eyes lingering on me, my cock in hand; my pants around my ankles, but my little angel would never do anything like that—with me at least.
Blood rushed to her cheeks as she quickly covered her chest up with her hands and scampered back to her room. Her breasts peeked out the sides of her hands and bounced up and down with each step she took. Had she been any other woman, I would have pinned her against the wall with her arms above her head right there.
Cumming was a lost cause now that she was out of bed and not coming in to play, so I quickly pulled my boxers and pants back up, but I left my shirt untucked. If I didn't get to cum soon, I was going to go crazy.
I was a disheveled mess, but I called into the office again to say that I'd be taking the rest of the day off for a family emergency. Then I dutifully trudged down the stairs to the kitchen. "Ashley, I'm taking today off, so you can stay home today too," I yelled up the stairs.
I grabbed a golden apple and started slicing it. By the time I put it on a plate with some caramel dip, Ashley was bounding down the stairs in a pair of sweat pants and one of her old mesh basketball practice jerseys. The old thing was so ratty that I could see her nipples through it if she moved the right way.
And move the right way, she did. Her hips swayed with each step which sent her firm breasts into a gentle sway. I should have told her to change, but I really was enjoying the show she was innocently putting on. She had done this periodically. Sometimes it would be wearing a skirt that was just long enough to keep me from saying anything, but short enough to keep me more interested in her than the sermon that Sunday. Other times, her lounge wear was so worn out that I could make out every curve of her body and see every freckle or scar marked on those curves.
"Thanks, Daddy," she chirped as she swiped the plate of apples out of my hand and leaned her back against the counter. Her long, thin fingers brought a piece of apple smothered in caramel to her lips. She closed her eyes and moaned from deep in her throat in an exaggerated enjoyment of our favorite snack. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to make her moan like those apples could.
I began fantasizing about how I would make her moan like that, but I was snapped back into reality when she brushed by me. I could smell her hair when she reached behind me to get a paper towel. With my eyes closed, I put one of my hands on her hip to make it seem like I was pushing myself out of her way when all I was really doing was holding her close to me for a few more seconds. Her body didn't stiffen when I touched her like I expected it to, so I let it stay a few seconds longer than necessary.
