It was Friday and I had finished work early. I was in a hurry to get home and finish packing for our vacation. Jenny, my wife was still at work and would not get home until late. Pam, our eighteen-year-old daughter, would get home from school about the same time I arrived. She wasn't expecting me home early.
The trip was mainly to get Pam away from her drop out boyfriend that Jenny and I could not stand. Jenny was sure that she was already having sex with him and she was afraid she was going to end up pregnant and not make it to college in the fall. I couldn't stand the thought of him soiling the beautiful body of my pride and joy. She had really raised hell when we told her about the trip. The next two weeks would be aboard a sailboat in the Caribbean.
When she found out she didn't have any choice she finally gave in. Pam wasn't a dummy; she knew just how to work me for what ever she wanted. I was the real push over. Her mother had much better control of her than I had.
At home I pulled the car around back so it would be convenient to load the luggage in the morning. I went in the back door and up the back stairs. At the top of the stairs I came to a complete stop as I heard sounds coming from Pam's bedroom. There was no mistaking the sounds. It was the sound of sex, pure and simple. A cold chill went over me when I heard it coming from my daughter.
At the door to her room I stopped for only a second. The door wasn't completely closed and I could hear them as they fucked. I pushed the door open and moved into the room. They were so involved that neither one heard me come in.
I stop dead still at the sight of my beautiful daughter with her legs wrapped around his skinny ass. Peter was slamming his cock in and out of her body as fast as he could move. It was plain to see that this wasn't the first time for them.
My daughter was the spitting image of her mother. Both were blond, about five feet five, and had perfectly shaped bodies. Jenny looked just as good today as she had when we married. Even at thirty-eight she was still in perfect shape. She didn't even have to wear a bra to hold up her perfect c cup breast. Pam's breasts were almost as big as her mothers and had the firmness only youth could provide. If I hadn't known better it could have been Jenny that was having her cunt worked over by the Skinny little punk.
When I started moving I don't know. Suddenly I had him by his long hair. I pulled his head back and snatched him from Pam's body. His body bounced off the wall and he slid to the floor. I headed for him to give him the whipping of his life.
Just as I reached him Pam jumped on my back. "NO! Daddy. Don't hit him again!" I pushed her from me just as he got to his feet. He made a break for the door before I could get my hands on him. The last I saw of him he was running down the stairs as naked as the day he was born. His cock was no longer hard.
I turned back into the room and Pam came at me. She was crying and hitting at me as she came. I finally caught her arms and pulled her tight to me. I held her until she quit trying to hit me and started to cry. It was about this time that I realized that she was completely naked. I could feel her naked body everywhere it touched me. In spite of myself I could not stop my cock from starting to get hard.
I know she could feel my hard cock pressing against her. She stopped crying and put her arms around my neck. Her face was buried in the bend of my neck and I could feel her hot breath against my skin. That did nothing to help the condition I was fast getting into.
I knew I should turn my daughter loose but by then her arms were wrapped around me. My arms around her touched nothing but naked flesh. It was her that how pushed her body against mine. I was a loss man. Nothing could have made me push her away.
It wasn't that this was the first time I had seen her naked. Her mother and I were pretty liberal about nudity while she was growing up. We didn't go around nude but we didn't try to cover up much when we went from the bathroom to the bedroom. Pam had seen both of us naked several times and she wasn't shy about her own body. The swimsuits she and her mother wore around our pool didn't leave much to the imagination. As she grew older she made me have thoughts that a father is not suppose to have about his daughter.
Her arms were still around me but she leaned back and said to me, "Daddy, I'm sorry about Peter. He just does something to me that I can't resist. I didn't know you were coming home early and when he asked me to skip out and come with him I just wanted one more time before we left for vacation."
"Are you sorry about what you were doing with him or just sorry that I caught you?"
She looked me in the eye and I could see the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. "I can't lie. I am sorry you caught us."
"You are just like your mother. When she wants sex she doesn't care who is around."
"I know, I saw both of you before. That was what made me want to try it. Peter may not be the best looking boy around but he sure has the right equipment and knows how to use it. He want be back. He has other girls that their father doesn't throw him out in the yard. Wonder how far he got before he realized he was naked?" She laughed as she said that.
I was still holding her; at least she was still holding me. My cock was still hard and didn't look to be getting soft anytime soon. "Don't you think you need to be getting dressed? Your mother will be home soon and I don't think she would like to find you naked with me holding you."
"I kind of like you holding me. After all it was you that stopped a good thing right when it was really getting good." She rubbed her cunt against the bulge in my pants. "That feels pretty good touching me."
I pushed her away from me. "Don't talk like that. I'm your father."
"You didn't act much like a father while you held me just then."
"What do you expect when you are standing here naked. Go on and get dressed."
She moved to me and kissed me directly on the lips. Her tongue ran over my lips before she backed away. She didn't try to hide her body from me. I turned to leave the room before I did something I would all ways be regretting. If I were that boy I would be back for another try even if I threw him out every time. Pam didn't bother to close her door as she put her clothes back on. I could not help but give her one last look before going to my room.