Ginger my eighteen-year-old daughter inevitably got PMS a few days before every period. I was both pleased for her and sad in some ways for myself when she became irritable this month right on cue.
It seemed I hadn't made her pregnant after all; perhaps my sperm didn't have potency anymore. However It wouldn't be fair to have my only girl child get pregnant by me without her knowing and consenting would it?
I was confused, twice now I'd used my daughters body for my own lustful purposes. Both times I'd believed her to be asleep, but she'd opened her eyes and looked strait into mine. Then Ginger had smiled as if in recognition before slowly closing her eyelids and resuming her sleep patterns.
What was happening? Was she actually awake and pretending to sleep so she could let her own old father share sex acts with her? If that was the case this was consensual and she was just faining sleep to save both of us any embarrassment!
Or was she really asleep and seeing me as if in a dream as a young guy she was in love with taking liberties with her body? If that was the case was I indecently assaulting Ginger my own daughter?
Twice now I'd lost my cool and instead of looking after her like a parent my steel hard cock had dragged me into looking after Ginger as my lover. I knew in the quiet light of day I was the one entrusted with ensuring my girl was safe from male predators. Yet I'd become one myself, at sixty-eight I should know better.
I'd heard men just a few years younger talking, saying once you were over sixty it was impossible to get a hard on. Perhaps for them it was true and I felt sorry for them. But this had not proved so for me, however they hadn't got a stimulant far stronger than any drug like viagra.
They'd obviously not got a sexy red headed daughter who pranced around virtually naked and turned her old dad's cock permanently rigid with lust.
Now Ginger was irritable again heralding her PMT. Not that she was upset or jumpy with me. No, it was small things like loud music or the kettle taking too long to boil that upset her.
On the contrary at this time of the month she became more sexually predatory towards her old dad! Perhaps her female hormones were regretting the fact she'd not conceived this month! That unconsciously her hormones were seeking a male to do just that and I was the only man within range?
I knew I should encourage her to get a steady boyfriend; there were so many admirers that offered to take her on dates. She'd go out with lots of handsome guys, but always came back in a temper and refused to see them a second time. No matter how many boxes of chocolates or bunches of flowers they sent her she wasn't interested.
They phoned to try to talk her round but in all cases she rejected their pleas for another meeting. She'd get into a temper as only a fiery red head could and shout down the phone to them. Her voice being so loud, I couldn't help hearing her side of the conversation.
It was always the same theme; she'd rant at them for being all hands accusing them of trying it on all the time. That they'd virtually raped her and would have done so if she hadn't fought them off! That she didn't need them or their sports cars and huge ego's.
Also each time she added something about her old dad being all the male company she wanted and they could get lost.
I felt sorry for these slips of boys, after all Ginger my daughter dressed extremely provocatively. Either wearing low cut bras on none at all, barely covered by semi see-through blouses. With her huge E cup breasts this made strong signals of availability to inexperienced suitors.
But it was those five-inch stilettos she habitually wore in common with my now dead wife her mother had done before her that indicated tart to these unsophisticated lads. Black fishnet stockings enveloping her long legs, held up with suspenders under her micro mini skirts that strengthened their impression of her as an 'easy woman!'
With Gingers legs already almost up to her armpits emphasized by the over high heels, no wonder the guys thought they were onto a sure thing. Furthermore the ease they enticed her back to their flats gave a 'sexually willing female' message to there unsophisticated drink emboldened young male brains.
The fact that she went to their lairs so easily after dirty dancing with them. That this was also after making out with them so outrageously in public that confirmed their opinion that fucking her was definitely on!
When they were rebuffed they were confused perhaps thinking it was the wrong time of the month for her. Was it this conviction that in a week's time they'd be plunging their cocks inside her vagina that spurred them on?
They pleaded with her on the phone and showered her with gifts, text messages and explicit pleading E-mails but to no avail.
What made my girl such an enigma? She was a flirt, dressed like an easy lay but didn't want to have sex with the shallow youths she'd driven to sexual distraction! Yet she seemed unaware that by teasing me, wearing practically nothing around the house she was in as much danger of impregnation as with the boys she'd spurned.
Did she trust her old father? Or was it she believed at my age my sperm would be impotent so safe for her. Did she really like old men like me and want me to break her in like I'd overheard her confess to her mate?
Ginger was irritable again her PNT kicking in hard now. The rest of the month she'd wear robes around the house but now she abandoned them altogether. This morning she only had on a tiny wispy thin string thong and a boob tube that emphasized her huge tits. Her long hard nipples showing provocatively through the spandex material as her tits bounced with every movement.
She chided the toaster for being reluctant to give her toast, bending over with her freckled bum only inches from my face. Wispy strands of red hair were escaping from the little strip of material that had no chance of containing it. As I tried to look away my eyes were drawn back as her labia escaped from their containment and enveloped the tiny string of her thong.
As near as dam it her pussy was naked before my eyes. Immediately my cock was rock hard again and the head pushed out of my night shorts waist. Quickly I held my hands over my embarrassing member and shuffled awkwardly to the toilet.
I heard her shower going, her cursing the water for first being too hot then too cold. Within minutes she'd left for collage and I was able to cool my ardour and go to the shops to buy the ingredients to prepare a meal for us tonight.
I heard Ginger return, cursing at the bus service the front door and life in general. But she kissed me throwing her arms round me as if I was her rock that she relied on. After few hours of TV I was ready for bed but Ginger had other ideas.
"Daddy," she said coyly, "I've got a date at the weekend and can't decide what undies to wear, will you help me?" "Of course, Ginger." I replied expecting her to hold up underclothes for me to give an opinion on. However this wasn't what she had in mind at all.
She pirouetted in front of me her old father in a minimal sized thong and half cup bra. Wearing her five-inch stiletto heeled shoes her long bare legs reminded me of Ginny her mother. I'd never got over my love and lust for my wife despite her leaving me for that rich old man and taking my baby Ginger with her. Ginger wasn't just like my only love; with the passage of time she'd metamorphosed into her own mother in my old brain!
My daughter as if realizing my mind was wandering shocked me back to full attention. Standing only inches in front of me she whipped of the undies set she'd been showing me and stood naked before me in just her five-inch heels. Putting one foot onto the arm of the couch I was sitting on her slit was right before my eyes. Her mons was again covered with a layer of thin red hairs but her pussy was still smooth.
She lifted one leg to pull on another tiny thong and in doing so her pussy split open displaying to me her vagina and clitoris. Her huge freckled breasts swung around as she bent to pull on the red thong and bounced as she supported their E cup's weight as she fastened a minimal front fixing platform bra.
