Finally, it was Friday and the world could fuck off. I turned off my computer and packed my things into my briefcase. Two days without being nagged about one file or another. I could not wait to get home, change out of my suit, grab a beer and kick back watching the game. Or some porn, I thought as I descended in the lift. I could watch porn if Gemma wasn't home this weekend.
As I got in my car my mind drifted to my 19 year old daughter. Since going to college she had changed and I wasn't sure I liked the change. Her new friends had started to turn her just like them, wearing tight clothes, drinking, staying out all night. I know she has to grow up but I didn't like what her growing up was doing to me.
Ever since I saw her wearing her first tight shirt I can't get her tits out of my mind. They're about a 34c in size and a perfect fit for my hand. I want to hold them, squeeze them, suck her nipples until they're hard and begging for my mouth. I shouldn't be having these thoughts about my daughter but I can't stop them. They're becoming an obsession that is only eased by jacking myself off at night as I imagine her lying before me, naked, nipples hard, pussy wet and shiny...
I shift in my seat, my trousers tight about my straining erection. Hell, if only I was home now I would have that cock in my hand, pumping it until I came calling her name. I exited the car park and drove for home, pushing my car to the speed limit in my haste to reach the sanctuary of my bedroom.
As I drove, I tried to tell myself it was wrong to feel this way for her. It had just been me and her for the last five years after her mother left us for her lesbian lover. It hadn't been easy for either of us but I thought we'd done alright. She'd graduated from school with decent grades and had started college. Her ambition was to be a teacher and I knew she'd be good at it. I just wish she'd met some better friends.
The house appeared empty as I let myself in the front door. There was a small pile of junk mail on the table by the door so I knew she'd been home as the postie delivers in the afternoon down our street. I left my case by the table and climbed the stairs, the drive home having done nothing to reduce my erection. If anything I was harder, having thought about Gemma all the way home.
At the top of the stairs I turned towards my room, eager to get in and close the door so that I could seek some relief. Gemma's door was part open and, as I walked past I could hear her on the phone.
"I'm wearing that dress we got today. You know, the white one, low cut and short. It looks so hot on me."
I froze, wondering who she was talking to and what was the dress she was describing? My cock twitched, images flashing through my mind of a barely clad Gemma.
"Is Scott going tonight? ... Great. I know he's going to love this dress. I'm going to tease him with it until he fucks me again..."
She was going to do what? My eyes opened wide as I realised that my baby girl had had sex with someone. Not only that, she was planning on doing it again! Oh, no. Not happening, I thought as I moved closer to her room. She wasn't old enough. She was only 19. Still a child. I'm going to kill this Scott and her friends for changing my girl.
"Why should I tell my dad? He won't care. He's always working. I don't think he even notices me... Lisa, that's gross. How can you think my dad is sexy? Just because he works out and has muscles. You think all musclemen are sexy. Ugh, he's my dad. Besides, I like Scott. Last weekend was just amazing... I'll tell you all the details when I get there. I'd better go or else I'll be late. See you later."
I heard her put the phone down on her dresser as she started to hum some little tune to herself. I couldn't think as I imagined my daughter being fucked by some stranger. I hadn't even met this Scott. My pulse pounded as a red mist came over me. I pushed open her door and entered her room. She was stood in front of her mirrored dressing table running her hands down over her dress.
Oh, my god. That dress. It was barely a dress, ending just past her perfect ass. The front of it was low cut, the v of the cut going all the way down to her navel revealing the curve of those lush tits. My mouth watered as they jiggled slightly beneath the tight fabric. I could see her nipples pushing against the material, taunting me.
The dress was so figure hugging I could tell she wasn't wearing underwear. No bra. No panties. Something snapped inside of me as I entered the room, closing the door behind me, and walked up behind her.
"What the hell are you wearing?" I growled, my voice thick with lust. My cock was so hard it was almost painful within the confines of my trousers.
"Dad! What are you doing? You startled me?" Gemma swung around to face me, her shoulder length brown hair bouncing off her shoulders.
"I said, what are you wearing?" I stood in front of her, barely hanging on to my control. I wanted to rip the dress from her, feast on her tits, fuck her pussy over and over again.
"My dress. I'm going out with my friends tonight." She backed up until the dresser was behind her leaving her nowhere to go.
"Just your dress? You seem to have forgotten your underwear." I stepped forwards, trapping her against the dresser. I could see her pulse beating rapidly in her neck, her breath coming in faster bursts. Those tits, rising and falling with each breath, torturing me.
