Jana woke to the sound of her alarm blaring some stupid pop song the radio had decided to play for her wake up call.
"Who the fuck are One D and why are they so annoying?" she thought to herself, as she pressed the 'off' button.
She stretched her arms over her head and breathed a heavy sigh.
"Monday" she muttered to herself, stretching her lithe body out as her nipples became erect.
The cool morning air tickled them to full attention. She laid on her side and looked at herself in the mirrored door of her wardrobe that was opposite her bed. Her honeyed hair framed her love-heart face to perfection. Her green eyes were unusually bright for 6.32am and they sparkled back at her.
She ran her hands down the outside of her torso, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin. Her tight stomach muscles were smooth and firm under her inspection and she began to circle her fingertips on the bone of her hip, closing her eyes and focusing on nothing but the feeling. Her hands reached a little lower down, to the elasticated waist band of her blue boy shorts and she tucked her fingers under, relishing in self appreciation.
She found her slit moistened, and her lips parted with anticipation. She flipped over on her back and arched her spine, sliding her boy shorts to her ankles and flipping them off the bed. Her slit was easier to access like this, and she slipped her fingers up and down slowly, caressing the little nub that was hardening when she reached the top.
"Mmm..." she let out a slight moan and her legs opened wider.
Her other hand found her nipple, which had transformed into a rubbery pellet of hardness. She tweaked it, sending a ripple of pleasure through her body, and she began dipping her middle finger in and out of her wetness.
"Jana, honey...?" Came her father's voice from outside the door.
Jana froze as the door opened and her dad entered the room with a cup of coffee, only managing to pull the covers over her when it was just too late. There was enough light coming through the shutters that Dominic could see everything.
"Oh shit, hon! I thought you overslept!" Dom almost shouted, he was in so much shock.
He averted his gaze, but the vision of his Jana splayed out with her fingers pleasuring herself was emblazoned in his mind. He left the cup of coffee on top of the chest of drawers and left the room hurriedly.
"Fuck! Shit!" Jana chastised herself. "Why did I fucking freeze?! Fuck!"
She was fuming with herself. How fucking awkward would life be now? She had come to live with her dad, as she had had enough of her mom's fuckedupness. Now what would happen? Jana grabbed her towel, took a sip of the coffee her dad had left for her and padded her way into her en-suite shower room.
"Damage control..." she thought to herself, knowing that a shower would clear her mind and help her find a solution to her fucked up situation.
Dominic paced his office in a panic. He was such a bad dad. His cock wouldn't relent in its stiffening, and he felt a huge surge of guilt rise through his body. Jana was his only child. She had grown to be a beautiful young lady, but that's as much as Dom had noticed. Only today had his attention been brought to her huge tits, that tiny waist and her rounded hips. Jana was a woman.
A fucking hot woman.
Dom thought of her pink lips and how full they were as they were locked open in shock. He thought about her twinkling eyes as they widened in panic. But most of all he thought of her beautiful bald pussy, stuffed with a finger, glistening with desire. Dom let out a groan, a guttural primitive moan that betrayed the guilt he felt. The pressure in his pants was becoming uncomfortable, but Dom was not prepared to give in to pure carnal will. He grabbed his towel and rushed to the bathroom suite than was joined to his bedroom. Turning the dial to blue, he waited for the water to become icy cold before he allowed himself to wash. The temperature was doing the trick as his staff began to shrink and his need for release did the same.
"Shit. My baby girl really is growing up..." he thought out loud.
Dominic's mind wandered to Amelia, Jana's mother, the last woman Dom had been with intimately. He sighed, as memories of bliss played in his head like they were on a film reel. It wasn't just the sex with Amelia. They had had the perfect marriage, were the best of friends and had built a successful company together, allowing both of them to live a lavish lifestyle.
That was until Dom found out about the crack addiction that Amelia had picked up. Then the phone calls from different brothels asking why Amelia hadn't showed up for work. For work!!! That crazy bitch was selling her love to strangers for crack. And not even turning up to do so. Dom shipped her off to the Priory and was granted full custody over Jana.
This was five years ago, and since then, Amelia had gotten herself off the drugs for a while, but she had fallen into the trap of addiction. She chain smoked cigarettes, which had drained the youthful glow out of her face; she found herself at random casinos and bingo halls each night, throwing their hard-earned cash to fate.
Dom had cut her off two years ago, by giving her huge one-off pay out, so that she was no longer spending their money, just hers. Jana was furious with her father when he signed the paperwork, knowing that he had enabled her to continue down the path of her addiction. So she had gone to live with her mom, intending to set her down the straight and narrow. This, of course, didn't happen. Jana needed to get out of that world, and Dom welcomed her back with open arms. His little girl had tried her best, but sometimes that's not good enough.
Amelia was dead within eight months of Jana leaving her. She had gotten in deep with a loan shark to fund her gambling habit, and had ended up selling herself again in order to earn some money to pay back her debts.
A john had murdered her after getting too involved in a brutal rape role-play. Dom had been crushed, as the guilt of abandoning her set in. He and Jana set up a charity in her memory; the Amelia Delvecchio Foundation was established to help those suffering with addiction in any form.
Jana used her time in the shower thinking about how she could rectify what had happened in her room before. She lit a patchouli candle before stepping in and began to relax as the water washed over her body. She was still hot from this morning, and the anger she had for herself was subsiding as the heat of the water massaged her muscles. Her nipples began to harden again, this time from the pressure of the water spewing out of the power-shower. It felt rough, but good.
She grabbed some shower gel and let her hands lather her body to cleanliness. She wet her hair and gently started manipulating her scalp and hair with shampoo, it felt divine. Her fingernails gently scraped along her scalp in small circles, the wonderful aromas of patchouli, strawberry and lime were billowing in the steam of the shower.
Jana knew then what to do with her dad. She needed to apologise that's all. What 19 year old girl doesn't masturbate!? She would go into that room and say sorry, and that next time she'll be more careful.
"No point in pretending I was doing something else... I took too long to cover up!"
Feeling better that she at least had a decent solution, she stepped out of the shower, blew out the candle and got dressed.
Dom stepped out of the shower and dried himself with his plush cream towel. He tied the towel around his waist and walked into his room. He froze on the spot when he saw Jana there sitting on the window seat staring out into the garden. He watched her chest rise and fall with its content pace, her hair was swept across one shoulder, leaving the other side naked and free. Her eyes reflected the light from the window as she gazed.
She was stunning.
She finally realised he was standing in the doorway of his bathroom and she stood up, looking down sheepishly. At 5'6 she was in perfect proportion.
"Hi dad..." she said nervously.
"Jana, listen... I should have knocked maybe... I don't know, I'm sorry." Dominic trailed off.
Jana was taken aback. Not once did she think her dad would apologise to her. This was fucking great!
"Oh daddy! I'm sorry too, I'll be more careful in the future!" Her bright eyes sparkling with the relief of getting out of a super awkward situation.
"Honey, no worries. I think you're old enough anyway... we should probably get you a lock for that door." her father said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Jana's eyes widened, not only was this easy, she was going to get a lock on her door. More privacy! Troy was going to freak!
"Oh really daddy? I think that would be great too... I can go to the hardware store after class and get one if you think it's a good idea" Jana was laying it on thick.
"Sure hon, you should get one..." Dom couldn't take his eyes off of his daughter's cleavage, the tan skin of those two globes which were poking out of her blouse, tempting him.
Beneath the towel, Dom felt a stirring. It wouldn't be long before Jana noticed the tent appearing in his towel.
"Thanks dad! I'm gonna leave for class now so I can get a good seat" she rushed forward crashing into his chest giving him the biggest hug they'd ever shared, Dom was fighting to keep his mind off of the two firm perky tits which were now assaulting his abdomen, but to no avail.
Jana took in the scent of her freshly washed father and felt a hard poke in her hip. She looked down and saw a huge tent in her dad's towel.
"Oh shit, this is fucked up..." she thought to herself.
Deciding to save her dad from what would only be a huge embarrassment, she skipped out of the room, downstairs to the kitchen grabbing herself a bottle of mineral water and her keys before leaving the house entirely. She jumped in her Honda Civic and started giggling uncontrollably. Her father was hard! For her!? No it couldn't be... He had just gotten really warm after his shower and the blood was circulating good and proper... that was all.
Dominic Delvecchio was a man torn. He was inexplicably turned on. He listened as his daughter bounded out of the house and switched on the engine of her car. He waited for her to drive off, which took agonisingly longer than usual.
He let his towel fall and he flopped down on his King size bed. His penis pointed up to the ceiling uncompromisingly, a relentless reminder of how much of a bad dad he was.
He groaned, annoyed at his manhood; and it twitched back at him in response. His chest where Jana's breasts had been pressed against was on fire, the burning desire snaked its way through every channel of his body. Dom sighed and gently started rubbing his cock-head. It felt good but dry... he imagined his daughter's glistening pussy from earlier and pre-cum started dribbling out of the slit of his head. That did the trick, as Dom's cock self-lubricated, his strokes became faster, more determined.
Then a thought hit him!
He slowly got up, dick swinging with its heavy weight, grabbed a pair of lounge pants and crept out of his room, down the hall and stopped dead as he got to Jana's door. He pushed the door open, and peered inside, surveying the neat quarters where his only child slept.
