James was sitting at his desk. No surprise in that because he had been doing the same thing every Saturday morning since his wife died. He liked the quiet time and the peace to catch up on household bills or some work that might have slipped during the week. It had been become his routine for as long as he could remember so he was very surprised when there was a knock on the door.
It could only be his daughter Mary. They were the only ones in the house and they had been since he became a widower. That was thirteen years ago and Mary was now a young woman although he liked to think she was still his innocent little girl.
"Daddy?" she asked shyly from the doorway as he looked up smiling at her.
She was practically the double of his late wife when she herself was eighteen. Her short black hair was just as luxurious as her mother's had been and he knew her curvy figure must be undoubtedly featuring in many teenage boys' wet dreams.
"Good morning, Mary. You're up early. Is there anything wrong?"
"No, daddy, not really. It's just there's a boy I like and I wanted to talk to you about it."
One of the amazing consequences of bringing her up on his own had been that she talked to him about everything, shared everything with him, all her dreams, her fears, her hopes. He knew she had been out with boys before and always told her what she thought of them afterward. He had listened intently, especially if there had been any hint of impropriety on the boy's part. But he knew his girl and he knew she was a good girl. He trusted her to do the right thing.
"Come in, sweetheart. Sit down. Tell me what's on your mind."
He couldn't help but think there must be something special about this boy if she wanted his advice before a date. That was new.
"Well, the thing is, he's a bit older than me."
The alarm bells started to ring immediately and he suddenly saw his daughter as a young woman, attractive to older men. How could he have missed her growing in to the young beauty sitting in front of him? Her deep brown eyes had the same long lashes as her mother and he could easily see how men could fall deeply into them. He felt an uncomfortable stirring below his desk and he instantly dismissed it from his mind.
"How much older?"
"That doesn't matter, daddy. The point is he's older and I don't want him to think I'm a silly schoolgirl when we go out. I want him to see me as a young lady but I'm afraid he'll ask me to do things that he would ask older girls."
James felt a tightening in his chest and in his trousers as he realised his worst fears were about to come true. She was going to leave the house one day soon as his innocent daughter and come back as a woman. He had always known this day would come but he had tried to ignore the possibility for as long as possible. Now it was staring him in the face.
"So how can I help?" he asked, trying to quell the panic rising in his heart.
"Daddy, you've always been the one who taught me all I needed to know about growing up, even during puberty. Now I need you to teach me how to be a woman."
Answering all the multitude of questions she had asked about her body and about sex as she grew up had been easy enough, if a bit embarrassing at times. But he dealt with all of that by talking to her in the abstract. This was now becoming personal and he wasn't sure he could handle it. But she was his beloved daughter; she had come to him for help and now he had to deliver.
"So, what do you want to ask me?"
"I don't want you to tell me anything, daddy. I want you to show me."
James nearly fell off his chair. Had he just heard right? Was his daughter asking him to go to bed with her?
"Before you say anything, daddy, I want you to think about this. You are the only person I trust to take my virginity with as little pain as possible and as much pleasure as possible. I'll give you the day to think about it and you can tell me your decision after dinner this evening."
With that she got up and walked out of the room leaving her poor father staring at the stranger before him. No longer did he see his sweet daughter but an eighteen year old girl whose firm young breasts were straining the top she often wore to bed and whose tight firm arse was barely contained by her shorts. His morality was screaming at him to get her back in and give her an answer right now, an answer that might even involve her first spanking. But his cock was screaming at him too and it was his cock that won the argument.
That day was the longest of his life and yet the time seemed to fly by; he wondered if Mary was feeling the same. In no time at all it seemed he was getting their evening meal ready and calling her downstairs from her bedroom where she had hidden the whole day.
Deciding to take control of this situation, once they had finished the meal that neither of them had an appetite for, he noticed that she could barely look at him as if her nerves had shot down the confidence she had displayed this morning.
"I've thought about what you said this morning, sweetheart, but I have a few questions for you before we go any further."
He was hoping that his questioning would be enough to stop this going any further but she was delighted that there was at least a possibility that things could "go further."
Looking her straight in the eye he took a deep breath and asked, "Have you ever given oral sex or has anyone ever done it to you?"
Her cheeks blushed a deep shade of pink as she shook her head.
