"Oh God!" I moaned as she began quickly bobbing her head.
Heather moaned as she sucked my hard into her warm wet mouth. Her big blue eyes were looking into mine and her long blond hair looked amazing fanned across my thighs. I tried to tell myself this was my daughter, but somewhere the sick and horny part of my mind called out she's also a hot little thing and wants this and who would know? Heather was sucking faster now and her other hand was rubbing my balls. I let my body relax and leaned back on the pillow to watch my barely legal daughter suck my cock.
Seeing I was no longer resisting, Heather giggled around my cock and slowed her sucking. I watched amazed at the sight of her beautiful young face surrounding my dick and began breathing hard. I hadn't had anything, but my hand since Linda left four months ago and Christ her mouth felt good! I started to wonder how much experience she had sucking cock, but my thoughts were interrupted when she removed my cock from between those luscious lips and standing up on the bed between my legs, pulled her shorts down.
My eyes widened at the sight of her bald pink pussy and as I lied there, too stunned to move, Heather dropped back to the bed, straddling my hips and reaching back, guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy.
"Oh, I've wanted this so bad!" she moaned and with no hesitation, impaled herself on my....
I jerked awake with my heart pounding and my cock throbbing. I closed my eyes and forced myself to take slow deep breaths until my body calmed down then sighed disgustedly. You're a sick bastard Jim, thinking about fucking your daughter. As it had in my dream that sick voice which had been becoming louder and louder lately started up again.
Fact was the girl was hot as all get out! No red blooded male could look at Heather and not immediately imagine what it would be like to fuck her. I pushed those thoughts from my head. I was horny and thinking with my dick. I hadn't gotten any since Heather's whore of a mother had announced she'd been fucking boss for the last year and had decided to move to Florida with him; immediately. The second half of that bitch's shocking declaration was that she'd spent enough of her life as a parent and that Heather could stay with me, seeing I loved playing house more than having fun.
As devastated as I was, my pain turned to rage and as far as I was concerned Linda could contract syphilis and die an agonizing death. Heather on the other hand, my heart went out to. She was as sweet as she was beautiful and an honor student who had just earned a scholarship to Providence College. She was far better than her mother deserved and despite the fact Linda had never exactly been a great mother, Heather was still heartbroken. That heartache and feeling of abandonment had been causing her to have nightmares of her mother either dying-not exactly my idea of a nightmare- or telling Heather she'd left because of her.
Those dreams had led to Heather asking if she could sleep in my bed on the nights she was afraid to go back to sleep. I probably shouldn't have let her, but felt sorry for her and had no idea what else to do. Heather and I had always been close, as Linda was never very affectionate with her and I loved her being "Daddy's girl". Since Linda screwed, Heather had grown even closer to me. When I was home she was by my side and seemed upset whenever I went out. She seemed obsessed with whether or not I was going to move on, always asking if there was a woman I thought was going to take her mother's place.
Lately I had been getting the eerie feeling Heather was looking to be that girl. Always affectionate, she was now all but hanging on me and there were times her kisses on my cheek were coming dangerously close to my lips. Anytime I looked at her she was staring at me and I was starting to wonder if she were really having nightmares and wasn't just looking to come into my bed. As I had dreamt, Heather was beginning to dress rather scantily around me now. In the beginning if she came into my bed, she would be wearing baggy shorts and t-shirts, but lately, she'd been wearing very little.
Those skimpy outfits weren't limited to her nighttime attire lately either. Although she dressed modestly when she went to school or her part time job at Target, when she was home Heather was dressing like a cast off from a bad porn movie. Skirts so short I could almost see her ass cheeks, tight tops that showed off her tits and lately the pony tail she always favored had given was to her wearing her long blonde hair down. She'd also been wearing a lot of make-up and in general seemed to be trying to make herself look older.
I kept telling myself not to look. For all intensive purposes, Heather had lost her mom and was putting more affection on me than was healthy. By looking, and worse, by fantasizing about her, I was doing the same. I was a decent looking guy and had no issues with women. I could get out there and meet someone, but instead was staying home and admittedly enjoying Heather's extra attention. I was obviously giving her more than enough attention, to the point I was having not just dreams, but day time fantasies of her as well.
Just yesterday I'd come home to find her by the pool in a red bikini that was so revealing my initial reaction was to tell her to get her ass into the house and change. Six months ago I'm sure I would have done that. Instead I simply tried to go into the house, because I didn't feel comfortable going near her. That's what I told myself anyway. Fact was I couldn't stop staring at her. I'd gone straight into the bathroom where the window looked out over the pool and as Heather lied there on her stomach sunning herself, her sick father pulled his cock out and jerked off to the sight of her perfect little ass in the string bikini bottom.
My cock, which had been shriveling as I thought of Linda, began to swell while I envisioned the thin strip of material that had barely covered my daughter's pussy. I wondered what that pussy would look like. I imagined it would be pink and smooth. It would also be tight as hell. As far as I knew Heather had only had sex with one guy that she'd dated for almost a year. That was another arousing thought. She would not only be tight, but not very experienced. I would be able to make her cum harder than she'd ever imagined. I shook my head and sighed; I'd never really thought of young girls before, but when you spent a few nights lying next to one it was hard not to.
My cock was now throbbing again and knowing I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep unless I took care of it, I slid my hand down my stomach and reaching into my boxers, grabbed it. As I began stroking my cock, I rolled my eyes at the thought that here I was in my early forties spanking it like a teenager. On the note of teenagers, my mind again became filled with images of my sexy little daughter. I went back to my dream and moaned softly at the memory of her lips around my cock and the way she'd looked at me while she blew me.
There was a part of me that told me to stop, Heather loved me as a daughter loves her father, not the way she would a boyfriend. But my cock was hard and I'd be lying if I said the idea of fucking her wasn't a hot one. Just thinking of how sweet she would taste and what she would sound like when she came on the tip of her father's tongue....I gasped and started to pump my cock harder as I imagined her little squeals. I had my legs closed and as I furiously stroked myself, I spread them open to take the pressure off my balls.
I jumped as my leg hit something and jerking my head to the side, my eyes widened; Heather was sleeping next to me. When my leg bumped hers, she made a soft sound in her sleep and rolled over towards me. I slid over quickly so that she didn't get close enough to press against me, especially my still hard cock. Heather nuzzled her face into the pillow before sighing softly and settling back into sleep. I wondered how long she'd been in the bed. Normally she woke me up and asked, but then again, last time I'd hesitated before saying yes, mainly because of the tiny little shorts and silky little top she'd been wearing.
As always I'd caved. But after spending an hour with my cock hard, I'd slipped out of the bed and jerked off in the bathroom and the next morning told her maybe she should try to tough it out next time she'd had a nightmare. Now she just slipped in without giving me the chance. I told myself to roll over, put my back to her and go to sleep, but my window was open and I couldn't help but look at her in the moonlight.
Heather really was nothing short of beautiful. Her soft features were peaceful and I smiled when I noticed her lips were pressed into a pout as she slept. I leaned closer and had the urge to gently press my lips to hers, to feel their softness. Heather's long blonde hair was fanned across her shoulders and back. I noticed all I could see on her shoulders was two thin black straps and wondered what the hell she was wearing now.
"Go to sleep Jim." I whispered, "Do the right thing."
Instead I succumbed to my sick desire to check out my daughter and grabbing the sheet slowly lifted it. Oh, goddamn I thought and my aching cock agreed. Heather was wearing a black silky top that left a good part of her upper back bare. I took in the smooth skin and resisted the urge to caress it. My eyes wandered down to see that the top didn't go all the way down, leaving her lower back exposed as well. I continued to let my gaze slide down and caught my breath at the sight of the lower half of her ensemble.
Heather was wearing what looked like just a pair of black panties. They had bunched up; leaving her right ass cheek exposed and the sight of her soft curve of her firm little ass caused another surge to go through my now dripping cock. Heather's legs were stretched out and unable to help it, my eyes wandered down every inch of her well shaped thighs and calves. I returned to stare at that adorable ass and imagined spreading those cheeks and sliding my tongue down through her...
"Can't sleep daddy?"
I jerked my head up, to see Heather's blue eyes staring at me. I swallowed nervously, wondering if she had seen me gawking.
"I...um...no." I said with a shrug.
Heather smiled and said, "I couldn't either, until I came in here." Her smile widened, "I like being in your bed."
