I'm sitting on the couch, having a drink. There is a baseball game on, but I'm not watching it. Then, you walk in the door.
You've been out with your friends, clubbing and having a good time. You're carrying your shoes, your hair is a mess and your make up is smeared from all the dancing and sweating you've been doing, and I still think you are absolutely gorgeous. The instant your eyes hit mine, I feel my heart lift.
A few of your friends are behind you, laughing and talking. I can see at least one guy and I'm jealous because he has been out with you tonight. I don't even know if he touched you or talked to you, but I'm jealous he was with you.
"Hi, daddy," you say, surprised to see me, but smiling when you do. Your smile is far more intoxicating than the drink in my hand.
I say, "Hi, baby, did you have fun?"
You can tell by the way I ask that something isn't quite right. I'm upset about something and you know it. Living with me all of your 18 years has taught you to read my emotions well.
You turn to your friends and I even though you lower your voice, I hear you say, "Guys, I can't hang out tonight."
I turn off the TV and say, "No, no, honey. It's okay. I was just going to bed. Your friends can come in and hang out."
I walk into the kitchen and pour my drink out. The ice had melted and the drink was watered down anyway.
I can hear you shooing your friends away, and you walk into the kitchen. "What's wrong, Daddy," you ask.
"It's nothing, sweetie. I'm fine. I'm going to bed."
"Is mom here?" you ask.
As I walk away, I say, "No. She's at grandma's house for a while."
I go into my room, undress, and climb into bed. With only a sheet covering me, I lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to take me. I can hear you in your room, and then in the bathroom taking a shower. I imagine your soapy hands on your skin, caressing your soft breasts, your perfect ass, and your shaved pussy. I don't want to think about you in this way, but I can't help myself. I'm so attracted to you, my sweet, beautiful daughter. I know it's wrong and I would never act on it, but I have been watching you as you have become a gorgeous woman. You can't imagine how many times I have laid in bed, with your mother inches from me, and stroked my hard cock thinking of you. You don't know how many times I have had sex with your mother and wished it was you. I've come close to saying your name a couple times. It's wrong, but I can't help it. I want you.
Your shower ends and I hear you back in your room. Then, a minute later, you knock on my door. "Daddy, may I come in?"
"Of course, honey," I say. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Daddy, I'm fine," you say as you walk in the room. "I'm just worried about you. Did you and mom have a fight?"
You walk to the side of the bed. In the moonlight, I can see you are wearing only white panties and a thin tee shirt. I can see the outline of your thick pussy lips through your panties. Your nipples are hard and your hair is still damp from the shower. You look incredible. My heart is racing. I wonder what I will do if I get hard and the thought causes a rush of blood to my cock.
You sit on the side of the bed and ask, "What happened?"
I say, "Your mom is mad because I quit my job. I found another job that is going to allow me to be home more often and it is something I will enjoy a lot more, but it is less money, so she's pissed."
"Will you still be able to pay the bills and everything," you ask.
"Yes," I say, "but we won't have as much disposable income as before, so we won't be able to go on extravagant vacations or out to eat as often."
"But you'll be happier, right?"
"Being home more and doing something I like to do will make me much happier." What I don't say is being home around you more, getting to see you and fantasize about you more, will make me happier.
"I'm sorry, Daddy, but I have to say this. If you're going to be happier, then fuck mom. If she loved you, she would want to see you happy and the money wouldn't matter."
I look at you. You have a stern look on your face. You're serious and I believe you are really mad at your mother. I've never been more attracted to you. Your blue eyes are filled with fire and determination. Your sweet lips, that I have longed to kiss, are set in a straight, firm line. I believe if she were here, you would give your mother a piece of your mind.
"Thank you for saying that, honey. It will be okay. Either your mother will come around or she will leave me. She's been unhappy for a long time. This might be the last straw. I might be a lonely old man soon."
You lay on the bed next to me and casually put your arm on my chest. Fire erupts in my skin where you touch me and I feel as if my heart is going to leap out of my chest. I wonder if you can feel what you do to me. "You're not old, and you wouldn't be alone long, Daddy. You are smart, funny, and very handsome. If mom left you, it would be her loss, not yours."
