Jess has had such an arduous day at work, at her Saturday job at the local village greengrocers. It was the start of July - the middle of summer, and the hottest day so far this year. Villagers were out in droves, stocking up on their supplies for barbecues and parties.
Jess knew this was just the start of a long afternoon into evening, as her work was not done when she finished her shift; it was her dear daddy's 60
th
birthday today and her and her mum had organised a surprise party at their house. Dad was out with his boys today for a driving day at a racetrack as a present from them, leaving Jess and her mum to get everything ready for him and all the guests.
Jess brought home with her a bag full of strawberries, apples, oranges, grapes and whatever was left at the shop, one of the perks of the job. She also had salad vegetables in tow as well - that bit was always taken care of for the family these days!
Mum and Jess prepared fruit punch and bowls of salad for the party. It was going to be so great for dad to see all his friends and family in one place, gathered there just for him to celebrate his special day. Jess expertly and swiftly peeled apples, diced melons, sliced strawberries and juiced lemons and limes. Preparations for the food spread were almost complete.
Flora, Jess's mum, was so proud of her daughter. Only 18, yet a truly maturing woman. A brain in her head, practicality and also softness and femininity. Her body was gracefully and beautifully rounding as she came to her womanhood and he was growing outwards in just the way Flora hadn't. She already had gorgeous C cup breasts and wide curvy hips and bottom. Flora could see her future grandchildren sparkle in Jess's eyes and reflect outwards from her bosom. She just needed to get college out of the way and then hopefully Jess would meet a nice young man and settle down very quickly. Flora and Charlie were 'old folks' now, pretty much, they'd had Jess late in life and it had been hard on them. Very hard.
Flora knew it was presumptuous that she hoped for all this so soon from her teenage daughter, but really, it was logical. Flo's body hadn't snapped back into shape at all after Jess's birth, like a woman much younger than her would have. Still, Charlie was a patient, loving and strong man who had aged like a fine wine. He didn't befit a man of 60 at all, with his gently greying hair, thinning slightly at the crown, the 'designer' stubble he saw to so intently in the bathroom each day; his slim waist only just starting to thicken in the last 5 years or so; Charlie cared for himself. His face showed laughter lines and signs of a great life led. Jess, his little girl, always idolised him growing up. Flo remembered fondly the times Charlie had placed his little girl on his lap and affirmed her beauty; how many hearts she would break when she was all grown up.
Dad arrived home about 7 from the racing day, and was looking forward to seeing his wife and daughter after all the fun, and having some beers!
He walked into the empty house, wondering where everyone was.
"Flo... Jess...?"
He wandered to the back garden, opened the back door...
'Surprise!!'
The hoards of family and friends started singing 'Happy Birthday' and party poppers flew everywhere. Charlie laughed heartily and his girls hugged and kissed him as he walked bewilderedly through crowds of friends & family. Flo and Jess heaved a sigh of relief; they didn't need to keep the secret anymore! Charlie was on the verge of a tear or two, overwhelmed with the love.
The party concluded about midnight, and Flo retired a little before that. Charlie had had a few beers as planned but never got out of control, always knew that three or four was his max. He wanted to remember tonight - it was a special celebration. Something he did not want to be under the fog of a drunken stupor.
Despite the time of day, the July warmth meant that Jess had not needed to put any extra layers on tonight and remained in her small (bra-less) top and short white denim skirt and cute sandals.
Charlie suddenly felt very odd. A feeling came over him that he was not expecting, hadn't hit him ever before, and confused him greatly.
He found himself fixed on his daughter's body.
He felt aroused.
His eyes lingered on her; her beautiful bottom curved and jutted outward from her in an enchanting and perfect way. His eyes moved to her inner thighs and what lay above the fabric of her skirt. Her hips were wider, and slightly out of proportion for a girl her age, almost too large for her slim waist, but in a way that made her so sexually appealing.
He knew his daughter wasn't wearing a bra. The evening chill saw her nipples very slightly hardened. They peeked through the fabric of her top ever so slightly. Her round, full breasts, so ripe and soft. The line of her areola just visible beneath her strappy top. Charlie felt himself harden as his daughter wiped surfaces, put cutlery away, and bent over to pick up bits of food from the kitchen floor.
What was he thinking? This was his 18 year old daughter!!
He slapped his own face to bring himself to; ashamed of his thoughts and trying to suppress the raging erection he appeared to have given himself. As his mind started to come back to normality, Jess was trying to get his attention.
"Daddy, can you lend a hand with this big table? Just to get it back into the dining room."
"Sure Jess... of course, sorry... was miles away."
Charlie and Jess got an end each of the table and lifted and scraped the table into the dining room. It was heavy and they grunted and strained as they moved it back into place.
Jess wheezed. "Goodnight daddy, Happy Birthday. I love you" and threw her arms round her father. She planted a big kiss on his cheek. His arms reciprocated, sliding round his daughter's waist; but as she turned to face him, he gripped her hip tightly and inexplicably placed a second kiss on her lips.
Jess, slightly confused, didn't pull away from her father, rather, kissed him back. It seemed to last a little longer than a normal peck, a few more milliseconds than was normal for a daddy to kiss his teenage daughter. Jess released the embrace and smiled at her father, saying goodnight and leaving the kitchen to head upstairs.
As she ascended the stairs and opened her bedroom door, Jess's mind started ticking. Thinking, wondering what had just happened. Was that 'something'? On the other hand, was that just her slightly tipsy father being 'loving'?
Even weirder, in her mind, was the fact it had slightly aroused her.
She peeled off her skirt and top and climbed into her bed. She heard the comforting sound of her mum's gentle snoring in the next room and felt her hands wander over her own body, still a little aroused by that slightly odd event with her father.
Downstairs, Charlie was struggling immensely to keep his urgent feelings away from his mind and body. Pulses of excitement were surging through his loins and making him crazy. What was wrong with him? Why was he feeling like this about his 18 year old girl?
All that was in his mind was entering her fertile body. Fucking her. For all he was worth. His hard, hard cock fully inside her virginal pussy. Why was he feeling like this? Should he act on it? Would Jess want it too?
The urge did not subside.
15 minutes later, Charlie's raging erection bulged from his trousers. He did not allow his hands to go inside his trousers, but stroked himself from outside his trousers, hardening more and more. This was absolute torture. His balls were heavy and aching. He longed desperately to release the pressure in them. Inside the womb of his teenage daughter.
Was this what his fantasy was all about? Why? He couldn't explain or justify in his own mind at all. He just wanted to feel his thick, potent cum, filling her body.
More, though.
He wanted to make her pregnant.
