At twenty-five Jane felt her personal life coming to an end. Her husband of four years left and divorced her for a fifty year old woman. Jane couldn't understand why he left her. The older woman was heavy, nearly two hundred pounds, and she didn't have any where near as much for breasts despite her size. Tommy, her ex-husband, had always liked large breasts like hers, but now he was porking some heavy weight with little on her chest. She decided it was time to go home to Daddy.
Frank waited breathlessly for his sweet daughter to come home. She had called and told him everything. His body reacted by growing an immense erection as they talked on the phone. Half way through the conversation he was stroking himself, his hand sliding up and down his turgid shaft as the pre-cum coated the hard/soft skin. Now, as her car pulled into the drive, came the moment of truth.
Jane removed herself from her car, adjusted her much to short mini-skirt and to small blouse and strode with purpose to the front door. It opened and there was Daddy, his arms open for her. She melted to him feeling the warmth of his bear like hug. He was a big man and had no trouble making his arms go around her slender body far enough the tips of his fingers easily touched the sides of her breasts.
Secretly Jane had maintained a crush on her Dad and reveled in even the slightest touch of his fingers upon her overly sensitive boobs. Without thinking she began to press her hips to his groin feeling his growing erection. In her mind she wondered if it would be any where near a big as the rest of his body.
As her big firm breasts were being crushed to his chest Frank felt her rubbing her lower body to his. His manhood grew as expected and he melded his body to hers. Instinct told him she was his and only a short time would be needed before he made her his woman, his companion, his bed mate.
Supper that night was simple as they talked of nothing special, mostly avoiding her recent divorce and the why. Sandy washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen insisting her Dad just relax in the front room. After all was done she said she wanted a shower and would be back down shortly. Frank spent the time waiting anxiously all the time imagining it was but a dream. Ten minutes later he heard the shower being turned off, the door opening and the footsteps of his lovely daughter coming down the stairs. He looked as his mouth dropped open.
Mid-way down the stairs Jane stopped for effect. She wore her sexiest nightie, the all but see through baby-doll. The hem barely covered her sweet spot, the top exposing most of her overly ample breasts. Her legs were long and slender, very sexy with firm thighs. After a moment for her Dad to look she again descended the stairs, her very heavy breasts bobbing and moving from side to side with each step. She felt her nipples rubbing against the fabric and, along with the excitement of the moment, become rigid.
"I hope you don't mind Daddy, but I wanted to wear one of Mother's. While it might be just a bit to small it feels so good."
To say it was a bit small was an understatement worthy of the century just begun. The almost transparent material clung to tightly to her body is accented her every curve, dimple and rise to perfection. He could clearly see her hard swollen nipples centered on her breasts, the clean look of her sex and the legs running from her feet to her buttocks. Inside his pants his manhood rose rigid, jerked in anticipation and began leaking once again.
"Baby, you look to lovely and I don't mind what you're wearing. Why not come closer and let me have a better look," he panted with lust.
"I hope you like bald, Daddy," Jane asked lifted the hem only the few inches needed to expose her sex. Between her legs there was not a single sign of hair nor even telltale stubble. All there was were swollen lips, moisture and the protruding nub of her clitoris poking out freely like a tiny penis.
"As much as I've wanted and dreamed of this moment I can't," moaned her father. He leaned back on the sofa, his throbbing organ forcing the front of his pants to bulge obscenely.
"It's not a matter of what you want, Daddy," Jane cooed. "It's what I want and what I'm going to do with you." She slipped the scanty nightie from her body and proudly displayed her naked body to her father. Her hands moved upwards to cup her hugely heavy boobs holding them in offering. "I'm going to have you and you're going to have me. Daddy, for so long I've wanted us to be together, to have sex and since mother left I know you need it more than ever. Tonight is just for us."
Franks hands trembled as they lifted. Her body was bent from the waist allowing her pendulous heavy breasts to come within inches of his fingers. Hesitantly he touched her scalding hot skin. It was silky yet firm, yielding but not giving as he began to feel and touch her offered chest. Jane's nipples swelled ever more hard as her Dad's forefinger and thumb captured them. Without thinking they began pinching and rolling them around causing them to become more sensitive. Jane groaned and pressed her breast flesh closer feeling the his knuckles pressing more deeply into her firm mounds. Her one hand dropped gently to his lap feeling something long, thick and hard inside his pants. They groped for the opening, tugging down the zipper to release his blood engorged manhood. As her fingers curled around his scalding hot shaft she gasped.
