"Happy Father's Day!" Lucille said as she barged into her daddy's room with a homemade breakfast of eggs and bacon. Her daddy, John, awoke suddenly and smiled at his girl.
"Why, thank you princess! What a nice gift, but of course the best gift is you," he said as he took the food and began eating.
Lucille was a young girl of 20 years. She lived at home with her father and attended university close by. John didn't want her to move away for college, so he paid for her tuition at the nearby university.
Lucille sat next to her father on the bed and put her head on his shoulder, like she had done since she was very young. But this time was different as she couldn't help but notice her father's morning wood through his boxer shorts. Embarrassed, she stood up from the bed and blushed.
"Princess, you don't have to leave. Sit here and eat with me. It's delicious!" John said.
Lucille cleared her throat and sat next to him on the bed. She tried to ignore the tightening of her pussy in response to his morning erection.
"Daddy, I'll miss you when you leave on your business trip," Lucille said, trying to ignore her troubling thoughts about her own father's cock.
"I'll only be gone two days, Lucy" John said, finishing up his meal, "But I'll miss you too."
He gave her a kiss on the forehead and Lucy took the breakfast tray to bring it downstairs to the kitchen. John started to get out bed but stopped, and Lucille averted her eyes in embarrassment again to avoid him catching her watching his cock.
She wondered if he even noticed? Why would he parade his cock around like that? And most importantly, why was she tingling? It's sick to get wet off of your own father. Lucille turned red in shame and quickly left her father's room.
John watched her leave the room. He was also embarrassed as he realized he was about to get out of bed with a boner. He frequently got an erection when his daughter came into his room and laid her head on his shoulder in bed. He also frequently jacked off after she left, knowing that it was wrong to get hard off his own daughter, but couldn't help it.
He got up and closed the door to his room, went into the bathroom connected to his room and jacked off, thinking of his daughter's soft white skin, her brown curly hair, her small perky tits and her round, smooth ass.
Fuck. What a sick bastard. He thought to himself after cumming from thinking about all he could do to his sweet young little girl. He got into the shower, thinking that it had been so long since he had a woman after his wife and Lucille's mother died 10 years ago. It was good he was going away on business. Maybe he would return without all these sick fantasies of fucking his daughter. ---------- Meanwhile Lucille was in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes, trying not to think of her father's erection and how it made her body react.
As soon as she heard the shower, she thought of him naked, jacking off his morning erection. She could feel a wet spot forming in her panties, and her clit was itching.
It's not like she didn't have fantasies of her father before. Sometimes when he touched her waist, kissed her or hugged her, she felt his strength and his love and her pussy reacted without her wanting it to. She would go to her room and masturbate thinking of him, always feeling ashamed afterward.
And that's exactly what she needed to do now. She quickly finished the dishes and ran up to her room, eager to cum before her daddy left the shower so he wouldn't hear her. Sometimes she couldn't help but moan out.
She laid down on her back and began rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples. She wore a purple tank top with purple pajama bottoms, with no bra and crisp white panties.
Her nipples hardened and she continued rubbing her tits with one hand, while the other hand attended to her pussy, burning for attention. Her pussy had become swollen with desire and soaking wet. The continuous flow of pleasure from her tits rushed to her pussy, keeping it wet.
She pulled her pants down to her ankles and spread her legs wide for herself.
The first touch of her cold hand to her hot pussy made her jump and gasp. She massaged her outer pussy lips with her two fingers, making a peace sign. Then she touched her middle finger to the opening of her pussy to get it nice and wet with her love juice and slid her finger through her pussy lips to her swollen clit.
She let out a soft moan as she put soft pressure on her woman spot and rubbed slowly, working herself up. Sweat began to bead on her forehead. It was a hot morning.
She began rubbing faster at her clit and putting more pressure, preparing her self to cum. She though of her daddy and his hard cock and how she wanted to feel his hard cock in her hands, her mouth and her pussy.
She was rubbing harder and faster, pinching her nipples so that they hurt in sweet pleasure. She lost her control and began moaning, but tried to muffle herself with a pillow. She moaned "Daddy, Daddy, Oh! Daddy!" ---------- Lucille didn't notice that the shower had stopped. She hadn't noticed that her door was open just a crack, and she didn't noticed her daddy watching her and listening to her muffled cries of pleasure.
John's cock grew harder than it ever had before. His daughter wanted him too? He gripped his cock in his hand and it was all he could bear to keep from going into his princess's room and make her cum, as she was about to do while moaning his name. ---------- Lucille was about to come when she thought of how wrong it was to want her own father's sex. The thought of its wrongness and her disappointment at the fact that her daddy would never fuck his own little girl ruined her sex drive. She let out a sigh and rubbed her clit at a slower pace, calming herself down. --------- John saw his daughter stop masturbating. Did she cum? he wondered. It sure didn't seem like it, though she was sure close. He was jacking off his cock, and didn't want her to stop pleasuring her beautiful body. He hadn't seen her vagina since he changed her diapers, and it looked like a beautiful woman's cock-hungry pussy from afar now that she was 20.
John couldn't stand that she looked so sad after moaning his name and didn't even cum. He wanted his daughter to have the best of everything, even her own masturbation.
He put his dick back in his jeans, zipped them up and knocked on her door, and walked in almost immediately afterward, not giving her a chance to get dressed. ---------- Oh fuck. Lucille thought. There was her daddy at her door and she was laying on her bed with her pants at her ankles, rubbing her pussy while her other hand was underneath her shirt playing with her tits.
