Cindy came home crying. She had had a particularly bad day because her boyfriend Jeff had broken off with her, or rather, she had caught him in a lie about not going out with another girl. It wasn't that Cindy minded him having other girls, it was just the lying. She couldn't stand the deception, and Jeff was mostly interested in himself anyway, never paying attention to Cindy's wants.
Maybe it was for the best, but still, it was her last year of high school and all the boys her age seemed so childish. She hoped the college boys would be more mature, maybe enough so she could call them college men, but somehow she doubted it. Maybe an older man was what she needed.
Her eyes were still red from crying when Jamey got home from work. Sara had to work late on Wednesdays and Brad had gone out to play basketball with some friends, so the house was empty when Cindy got home. She was dabbing at her eyes on the sofa when Jamey walked in, loosening his tie.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked, flinging the tie loose and removing his jacket. "Another tough day with Jeff?"
"Oh, Daddy," she said. "He's such a jerk. All he cares about is himself."
"There, that's okay," Jamey said, sitting down beside his daughter and putting an arm around her shoulder. "All men are jerks sometimes."
Cindy cried softly onto her father's shoulder for a few minutes while he stroked her silky strawberry blonde hair. "Not you, Daddy," she said. "You're never a jerk. Always kind and loving and warm." She cuddled closer to him and he felt her breast brush against his chest, sending a spasm of electricity through his body.
"Yes, even me, I'm afraid," he said, as he slipped his hand from her shoulder to under her arm, feeling the edge of her other breast just under his fingertips.
"But you wouldn't ever lie to me, would you? I mean that's more important than fooling around isn't it--lying about it?" She pulled back a little to look up into Jamey's strong gray eyes, and his hand trailed down her back, feeling the outline of her bra.
"Don't worry, honey. I won't lie to you. I love you way too much. But you're young and beautiful and smart and it won't be long before you have another boyfriend."
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she said, "or is that just a Dad thing?"
"Well, stand up and let's have a look," he said.
Cindy bounced up and spun around for her father's inspection. Her curly hair fanned out softly as she spun, and then she straightened it back into place and smoothed her tight top across her firm, high breasts. So much like her mother's, Jamey thought. Deliciously firm, tasty, and sensitive to his touch. She wriggled her hips a little, sending flutters down her short skirt and raising it seductively as she turned and swished her butt at him, her long legs flashing brightly.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, batting her eyes playfully.
"Oh, yes, honey, you are very definitely beautiful. Come and sit with me." He beckoned with his open arms and Cindy plopped down in his lap, putting her arms around his neck.
"I just wish the guys I met were more like, well, like you," she said snuggling her head into the hollow of his throat and pressing both breasts against her father's chest.
Jamey looked at his daughter as she lay against him, and felt her butt wriggle more firmly into his lap. He felt the beginnings of an erection and was sure she felt it too. She leaned away from him and looked deeply into his eyes. "I just want someone like you," she said, more softly this time, her lips parted and her eyes nearly closed. Their lips were only inches apart and her breasts were beating a drum pattern against his chest. Jamey kissed her lightly on the lips.
"I love you honey," he said, and his words were soaked with the passion that was trembling within him.
She kissed him back, then leaned in for another, deeper kiss, her tongue flicking from between her lips. A flood of feeling pulsed out of Jamey and he groped for his daughter's tongue, probing the depths of her mouth, feeling his arousal growing as she ground her hips against his groin and he held her in his arms on his lap.
Jamey reached for his daughter's breasts, feeling the warm sponginess of them through her tight fitting top and skimpy bra. Even through the bra, he could feel her nipples harden as he caressed her. His erection pressed against her butt as his hand massaged her firm tits and his tongue snaked deep within her mouth. Cindy moaned in ecstasy as her father's kisses and touch excited her like none of her other lovers ever had, not that she'd had that many.
She recalled the first fumbling attempt by a boy when they were both fifteen, how frustrating it had been. Later there had been others, but still at eighteen, she hadn't experienced much more than hurried sex in back seats. Now her father's touch was sending thrills through her like she had never felt before, and she wanted all of him inside her. She leaned back, gasping for air and moaning with pleasure.
Jamey took the opportunity to slip her blouse over her head, exposing her tiny bra, which barely contained her beautiful, delicious tits. She straightened up enough to reach behind her and undo the clasp, then held the bra in place in front of her briefly before letting it fall to the floor. Jamey lost no time in pressing his face into the valley between her breasts, then sucked one of her tits into his mouth, his tongue rolling around the hard button of the taut nipple.
Cindy ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him into her breast. He lapped at the luscious globe, savoring the sensations his slurping was causing in his nubile daughter. He sucked harder, trying to get all of her beautiful tit into his mouth, but there was just a little too much. "Mmmm, you taste wonderful, darling. So much like your mother."
"Oh, yes. suck my titties, Daddy. That feels so fucking good. I love your mouth there."
