"Daddeee," moaned Miranda in her high-pitched, disdainful wail, leaning against the door frame of her divorced father's home office, with her flimsy pink robe barely closed around her so that half of her ample tanned cleavage was on display, "I'm sooo bored -- are you busy?"
Evan hardly had to look up from his computer to know exactly what was on his 19 year old daughter's mind. He knew it even when he heard her footsteps coming down to the basement. Throughout the past month of quarantine, she almost literally never visited him in the basement office unless she needed something. But for the fourth day in a row, she was visiting him -- although certainly for something she "needed."
Her visits were getting earlier, too. It wasn't even lunchtime yet, a quarter before noon. She couldn't have been up all that long, and already she was "needy"!
But the sight of his delicious teenager with her long, curly strawberry-blonde hair falling around her petite shoulders, her tanned C-cup boobs half uncovered, and even the scent of a wet vagina already reaching his nose, were strong encouragement to take a break from his emails and spreadsheets.
However, he paused. Rubbing the stubble on his two-day-unshaven chin, the dark-haired man with broad shoulders and tall frame pondered the monster that had been unleashed. From promising each other only a week ago it would be a "one-time thing for sure," their situation had rapidly devolved into a daily affair, almost an expectation. Yesterday, they'd done it twice, mid-afternoon and then after dinner. Was this getting out of control?
Probably, the horny father mused to himself, gazing across the small room at his beautiful thin daughter's anxious green eyes, staring back at him with hope he was ready for another round of "mutual relief," as he'd put it before their first time. With no end in sight to quarantine, and neither of them getting their needs satisfied through regular dating activities, this was undoubtedly becoming a regular thing. She sat around all day with nothing to do but think about the aching between her creamy thighs, sext and Skype with guys and men, and try to satisfy herself. He grew increasing frustrated with the merger of his work life and home life, unable to refuel himself with attention from his daughter's friend he'd been dating a few months. Now that they had started using each other to relieve their aching, he could feel as guilty as he wanted for crossing this entirely improper line, but it was going to happen again and again.
And, oh yeah, he could not stop but think, it was fucking amazing sex.
"Shit, Andie, it's not even noon, you couldn't even pretend to try to wait out the whole day?" His feigned mocking was unfair, because since taking a shower early that morning, he'd already been thinking about boning his daughter again. His dirty mind had been asking himself: at what point would he start pushing the envelope to some of the more kinky things he enjoyed with her friend and other women? He'd been keeping the sex very vanilla, as much as he could, feeling that made it somehow "less inappropriate" that he was sticking his penis into his daughter's mouth or vagina but nothing much beyond that. They hadn't even made out, which to him felt more wrong than fucking.
"Daddy!" The petite teen pouted at his accusation, knowing he was right in some sense. Stuck alone with her sexy father for a month, she'd already forgiven herself for wanting to use him to get off. It was just sex, right? As soon as this pandemic would end and she'd be allowed back to campus, she'd be back fucking the two married men she'd met on Tinder, plus her boyfriend at school, and any of the occasional guys she'd hook up with from a club or bar. Until then, she needed dick, and her dad had one. A beautiful one. "You wanna make me wait? Why?" She squeezed her bronzed thighs together, trying to squelch the aching that was already dripping from her uncovered crotch under the robe. "Can't we just get it out of the way?"
Her dad snickered. "Out of the way." That's what it had become, like taking a shit or going grocery shopping. They were fucking each other so they didn't have to worry about being horny all day.
Evan pushed his chair back from his wooden desk, turning it sideways to face the space between the desk and the wall. Sliding his butt forward on the seat, the flexible chair leaning backwards, he put his knees together and hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his jogging shorts. As proof he was as complicit in this illicit affair as his daughter, Evan hadn't bothered to put underwear on the past two days, knowing -- or wanting -- the inevitable sex. With a smirk, he pushed his shorts down his meaty hips and thighs, kicking them off, and leaning back, exposing his half-swollen erection. "Alright, this is what you want?"
The girl giggled, wrapping some of her long curly hair around a finger aimlessly, until she was given permission to play. Her big eyes bulged at the appearance of her daddy's awesome penis again. "Yeah!" She stepped forward into the room while simultaneously pulling off her robe, dropping it on his carpet, and he saw she had nothing underneath. Her shaved-bald pussy was already dripping with anticipation, and her long nipples stuck out of her perky large breasts. She knew the sight of her body turned on her dad, he was like any other man in that regard, it didn't matter he was her father -- she was fucking hot, she knew it, and she knew he thought of her that way too.
Dropping to her knees in front of her dad, she reached to his crotch and grabbed his penis, starting to pulsate to hardness in her small hand she wrapped around it. "Mmm fuck Daddy, I love your cock!" muttered the girl in delight, watching it grow in her hand. His dick was as nice as any she'd fucked, making it easier to justify having sex with her dad. Leaning forward, her pink tongue touching his dickhead while her green eyes looked up at her father's face, Miranda lapped around his penis until she had it dripping with saliva, and then her lips started to bob on the top half of his cock while her hand wrapped around the thick base and began stroking it. The taste and smell and heat of his erection filled her senses, making her even more horny. She laughed at herself, amazed at how much she loved sucking his gorgeous erection.
The horny fifty year old spread his knees more and leaned back farther, starting to breath more heavily with his cock getting adoring attention from his slutty teenager. She was a good cocksucker, she'd had a lot of practice. He probably should have minded, but he didn't; not only was he getting the benefit of her experiences now, but he couldn't complain because her friend Katie has been servicing his cock the same way before the fucking quarantine. Miranda, however, was definitely a better suck than Katie.
Miranda could see her father enjoying the messy, sloppy suck job on his cockhead, shaft and balls, as she lathered all seven inches of his fat shaft plus those big, salty scrotum with her saliva. Still, something seemed to be restraining him, like he was wanting to say something but wasn't. "What?" That look in his eye at her made her think there was something he wasn't saying.
He shook it off, instead telling himself he was content with her licking his dick so nicely. When she'd made him throbbing and hard to the point that her mouth wasn't going to satisfy him, he pointed at the stairs. "You wanna go somewhere else to do it?" The first time they copulated a week ago, it was on the living room sofa upstairs. Every other time since then had been on either her or his bed.
The strawberry blonde took a few more loud slurps on his fat, hot erection before pulling off and catching her breath, tossing her curly hair over her tanned shoulders. "Sure," she quipped, looking around his messy and uncomfortable office. She had fantasies about doing it on his desk someday, but it didn't appeal to her at the moment.
After removing his knit shirt so both of them were naked, Evan allowed his daughter to go ahead of him, his penis pointing at her as he followed her into the hallway and up the steps. His eyes fixated on her tight small ass, revealing myriad tan lines from various suits and bikinis she'd been wearing while tanning the past month. That was his daughter's pastime, if she had one: tanning. Well, now it was fucking her dad, apparently. He still felt bad it had come to this. A little bad. Just a little.
Miranda stopped at the top of the steps on the main floor, having a choice to go one way into the living room or another way to the stairs to the bedrooms. Turning to look at her dad, the girl's petite frame shrugged. "Wherever you want."
Suddenly a moment overtook her dad. Having just been gazing at her amazing butt and petite young body, and now looking into her beautiful face, for the moment she was less his daughter and more his fuck buddy. Normalizing sex with her had done that.
Overwhelmed by desires he'd been suppressing for that week, the first one of them came out of nowhere, even for him. He stepped right up to her, wrapped an arm around her small back, and leaned down to shove his mouth on hers. They'd fucked six times the past week, and never more than a peck on the lips. But now, Evan was taken by the intense need to kiss her, and kiss her hard. He smashed his adult lips on her 19 year old mouth and didn't wait to thrust his long tongue in his mouth, and he began making out with his daughter. Even he yelped in surprise he was doing that.
He loved to kiss, he just fucking loved it, and the fact that Miranda was his daughter no longer was going to stop him from enjoying what he liked.
Her reaction was better than he might have hoped, had he thought about it. She grabbed his hard dick with one hand, and her other hand slid upwards, over his brawny back and shoulders, wrapping around his head and pressing his face to hers so she could suck his eager tongue. Her thin lips wrapped around his probing tongue, and her dainty teen tongue began sliding over his inside her mouth, while she moaned in delight at the naughty incestuous make out kiss with her daddy. It was play, nothing serious, but it was hot. He was a good fucking kisser! She'd been wondering when he would do that; Katie had told her that her dad would kiss for an hour after sex.
