My daughter Gina was always quite chubby. Cute as could be, but always overweight. Still, she was bright and talented and always surrounded by friends. It helped when my wife tragically died. We don't have much family and no one close to us. Gina needed someone and her friends were there for her. She was only fifteen then and that's a difficult age with lots of issues... adding the loss of her mother? Well, I was afraid of how it might affect her. But she seemed to bounce back. She also seemed to mature overnight. She helped me go through her Mom's things and either store them or give them away. Pam had always been fit so none of her clothes would fit Gina. Instead, Gina picked many of the best and gave them away to her girlfriends. The jewelry she picked through carefully and kept most of it. Pam had collected some fitness equipment and we'd put it in the basement, turning it into a personal fitness center for her. Now I stored boxes of memories down there and turned off the light.
Years passed and Gina graduated High School. She decided to go to the local community college for her Associate's rather than go into debt at the University. She still lived with me of course.
I was now feeling quite lonely and sought female companionship. Gina, now nineteen, was quite active with her friends, mostly girls and a couple of gay guys who were old chums. So I had plenty of time. I tried dating, but few of the women were very interesting or attractive. I got hit on once in a bar but felt she was too eager and too fake. I even tried online stuff but decided that was too risky.
One evening Gina called.
"Dad, Vicky is supposed to come over tonight to pick me up but I'm stuck refereeing a spat between Doug and Michael (the gay boys). Her phone keeps going to voicemail. When she gets there, will you tell her to call me?"
"No problem Sweetheart. Will do." I said.
A few minutes later Vicky arrived. I was stunned. The Vicky I had known for years and expected was not the woman entering my home. Vicky had matured, blossomed and developed. She had been tall and skinny, now she was long and luscious with an awesome figure and a sultry flavor about her. And to make matters worse, the outfit she was wearing had been one of Pam's. A black dress with a big silver zipper that ran the full length in front. The hem had been short on Pam, On Vicky? It was really short.
The effect on me must've been apparent because she smiled at me as she phoned Gina.
"No, it's alright, Gina. You deal with the drama queens and I'll just hang with your Dad till you get here. Call me when you're on your way. Bye!"
When she hung up she turned on me and asked,
"Like what you see? A lot has changed. I'd be willing to show you... if... you... want..."
Before I could say no, she unzipped the dress down to her waist and shrugged out of it. As it fell to the floor I stared at her. She unfastened the front clasp of her black lace bra and I was suddenly gazing at two beautiful perky tits with huge erect nipples. She grinned wickedly as she rubbed the crotch of her matching bikini panties
"I've always wished you were MY Dad... I'd never let you be lonely..."
Before I knew it we were kissing and I was then sporting a huge hard-on which she was rubbing through my pants. Then mine were open, down around my ankles and, shoving me backward onto the sofa, she mounted me. I felt the bliss of a hot, wet, and incredibly tight pussy engulfing my aching cock. She squealed with delight as she rode my cock and I sucked her tits. She kissed me, then her tongue probed my mouth. She rode me hard and I squeezed her firm ass. My fingers found her asshole, quite by accident and she moaned.
"Yes... finger my ass!"
I pressed my fingertip into her sphincter and surprisingly, it slid in easily. She moaned louder,
"Yes, that's it! Deeper! Ohhhh!"
I felt her teeth on my neck and she growled. I fucked her harder.
She cried out that she was cumming.
I grunted and came too.
And Gina slammed the door.
As Vicky and Gina screamed and yelled. I just sat there with my face in my hands and cried. I don't know how many times I said: "I'm sorry." But at some point, I realized that I was alone.
Gina avoided me for days. When that ended we still avoided the subject. But I didn't avoid Vicky, or more correctly, Vicky didn't avoid me. She seduced me several more times. I told myself it wouldn't happen, but each time I crumbled before her sultry, sexy, youthful allure. Always eager and always hungry. She made love with a feral desire. She even suggested anal, something I'd never done, and always acted thrilled when I came, where ever I came. But her favorite seemed to be facials.
One time she surprised me with another girl in her bed. She was another friend of Gina's who claimed she'd wanted me for ages. They were adults now but dressed like teens and pretended to be innocent virgins. I'd never been with two women before, and the roleplay was thrilling. These served to feed my need for approval, acceptance, and being desired. All told we hooked up six additional times before she called it off. We never met at my place, but her apartment, and I tried to keep it low key and discreet.
Two weeks later I came home to discover that Gina was in the basement. I left her alone, assuming she was going through her mother's things. This became a ritual. I would get home from work or from my dates with Vicky, and she would be in the basement, usually with music playing. Sometimes dinner was on the stove. I would eat dinner alone. Watch TV alone. Then shower and go to bed. Then I would hear her come upstairs and go to her room and shower. When I got up and left for work she would still be in bed. Often she would be gone for the entire weekend. This went on for five weeks.
Then one night as I was washing my dishes I heard a crash of something heavy falling over in the basement followed by a scream of rage. I dashed downstairs.
"Gina! Are you okay?"
"GAAHHHH! FUCK! Oh shit, yeah... yeah, I'm fine. I just lost my balance and stumbled. Damn treadmill threw me into the wall and I knocked over the bookshelf."
"Are you hurt?"
"Nah, I'm fine. Probably bruised my lip and elbow, but I'll be fine."
"Let me see," I ordered in my command voice. The one used by Sergeants the world over.
I looked her over and then looked in her eyes. She was staring intently into mine, but not with hate. Then they filled with tears and she pulled herself away.
"Gina..."
"Stop it."
"Honey, I'm sorry..."
"Really?"
"Yes, it was a mistake. A huge mistake. I was weak and she..."
"Yeah, she did take advantage of you... but," she turned to face me, "But you continued to see her!"
"I know, I tried to resist, but I was hurting and hungry for attention... and she was so willing and eager. And we have broken it off, or to be honest, she's broken it off. I'm too weak-willed and easy I guess, or maybe too needy... or too lonely."
"Dad, I get it," Gina said more tenderly than I'd expected. "Mom was so loving and sexy and she couldn't get enough of you. And you couldn't get enough of her. It was adorable. So when she died, there was a huge void. And as we know, nature abhors a vacuum or void in this case, and you sought to fill it. You just picked the wrong woman."
"Yeah, I realize that now. A long term relationship was never a possibility with Vicky. I should have looked at women closer to my age..."
"No Dad, You should have looked at women closer to home..."
"Huh?"
"There's nothing wrong with loving a younger woman Dad, but she was the wrong one."
"I-I don't understand..."
She wailed, tears flowing freely, "I love you Dad! I've always loved you! I would've stepped in and helped you through this if you'd let me! I knew how bad you needed it! I knew you felt lost and lonely! I'd love you if you'd let me! But...You couldn't see me! What's wrong with me, Dad? Am I not good enough? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not slender enough? Am I not sexy enough?"
Suddenly she grabbed the old T-shirt she was wearing and ripped it open like She-Hulk, screaming in rage. She flung the shirt aside and just as quickly yanked off the sports bra and threw it away. I stared in shock and stunned disbelief as she jabbed her thumbs into her waistband and shoved her leggings and panties to the floor and kicked them and her shoes off.
Gina stood there naked, hands on her hips, with tears running down her face.
"Am I not pretty enough anymore Dad?"
"Holy fuck... Gina, I-I..."
"You used to say I was pretty..."
"Y-You are... but... Honey I-..."
"What Dad? You can fuck my friends but not me? They don't love you, I do! They only want to use you! I want to heal you! I want to help you Dad! Why won't you let me?" Gina raged loudly. "Don't you love me anymore?"
"Of course I love you! I've always loved you! I love you so much! But this is wrong! Can't you see that?"
"No Dad! It's not wrong in my eyes. I don't want to be your wife or replace Mom! I just want to be with you, to help you with your needs! To be there for you when you want me!"
As she railed I felt dizzy and weak and sat on the workout bench. I realized she had stopped yelling and looked up. And I actually saw her. At 5'8" Gina was taller than Pam had been by a couple of inches. And though she was still a big girl, the chubbiness was now voluptuousness. Her legs were beautifully shaped with full calves and thick, but firm thighs. Her hips were broad but well rounded and her ass tapered to a thick waist with the barest hit of a tummy. Her breasts were still huge but beautiful, bottom-heavy, round and full. Her dark pink nipples were nubs in her large, tan oval areolas. Her shoulders were softly rounded and her complexion was smooth and fair with just a few freckles on her nose and breasts where she got some sun. Her hair hung in dark chocolaty ringlets about her face where it had escaped her big, bouncy ponytail. But her eyes... Her eyes were the same sweet blue eyes that Pam had. But now they were rimmed in red and her sweet, adorable face was streaked with tears. Her hands were clenched in front of her and her hips turned slightly away. Then as I watched she faced me squarely and put her hands on her hips. Her mound was decorated by a tiny triangle of dark fur but everything else seemed smooth and bare. I could clearly see her thick outer labia and suddenly I realized that I had a growing erection.
"I know what you're thinking Dad, I can see it in your eyes... but I need to hear it. I need you to say it."
"You're beautiful," I said softly. "So damn beautiful..."
Gina smiled and came over and sat in my lap, one hand around my neck. I put one arm around her waist resting my hand on her hip, my other hand on her knee. She felt so soft and warm.
She put her head on my shoulder and her lips softly kissed my neck. Unbidden, my eyes drifted down to her breasts. Oh, how I longed for them. But this couldn't be.
Gina kissed my neck again and again. Her kisses were sweet and delicate.
