I was planning a trip to Florida to get away from everything, play some golf and just relax and I decided to ask my daughter, Kelli if she would like to go with me and spend some time with her stepfather. Having a fairly busy and stressful job, she eagerly agreed. I booked the flights made the limo reservations for the airport and we were off the very next weekend.
My daughter and I have always been very close. We share the same sense of humor, similar interests and can rib each other beyond what most others could take. I've always suspected that she's had some intimate feelings for me although I've never made it a topic of discussion. She has always been willing to snuggle with me and frequently asks for her favorite back massages where she will sit on the floor and I will sit behind her on the couch with my hands under her shirt to work the knots out of her back. During these, I usually have the strong temptation to allow my hands to come around her sides and rise up to cup her beautiful breasts, but I have never acted on these desires.
We had been in Florida for a couple of days and both been enjoying the wonderful weather. The stress had left our bodies and we had permanent smiles on our faces.
"Where do you think we should eat tonight?" she asked, as she walked into the living room.
"I'm not sure," I responded, "the new Brew Tavern looks good."
She was dressed in her usual jeans and untucked blouse, but there was something that struck me about her look that immediately had me thinking sexual thoughts. Maybe it was just her stride across the room, maybe it was the way the blouse cut in underneath her breasts and defined them. Whatever it was, my mind started thinking the same type of thoughts I had been thinking for years, but I quickly discarded them telling myself, "It's not going to happen, if it hasn't happened yet." Little did I know.
We decided on the Brew Tavern and had a wonderful meal. I kept myself to a maximum of a tall light beer, being the one who was driving. Kelli, however, had more than one glass of wine and wasn't drunk by any means, but was feeling pretty good. I could tell by how much she was joking with me and how much of the talking she was doing. We were having a great evening.
After returning to the condo, she went upstairs to her room for a while and I got into some comfortable sweatpants and a tee shirt and settled down in front of the TV to catch up on some sports news. I was recalling my thoughts earlier that evening, when I heard her coming down the stairs. She was wearing simple loose pajama pants and a light frilly loose top.
"You need to think about something else," I told myself, "because your pants aren't going to hide the inevitable."
"Could you give me a back massage?" she asked.
"Of course, come over here and sit down. You don't mind if I keep sports on, do you?"
"Nope, no problem. I just need some knots worked out."
She sat down in front of me and I raised up the back of her shirt as I had so many times before. She wasn't wearing a bra and I began to work my thumbs into the muscle of her back as my fingers gripped her sides.
"Ummm, that feels so good," she moaned.
It was always so difficult for me to tell if her responses were expressing some sensual delight or if my interpretation was off, but I was guessing at the former and my cock began to betray itself. I continued the massage, working my thumbs up and down the center of her back while my fingers caressed her sides. At one point, on an outward stroke, my fingers slipped a bit and pressed against the sides of her breasts. I reacted by retracting my fingers quickly and freezing for a moment, but Kelli seemed not to react at all and simply continued with her low moans of approval.
"Did she not feel that, or did she not care?" I asked myself. "Or did she feel it and enjoy it?"
I could only imagine this was the case and decided to get brave. I knew I was taking a huge risk and could fundamentally change the dynamic of our relationship forever if I was wrong, but the decision was made.
I continued to allow my fingers to slide further forward on each stroke of her back and brush against the sides of her breasts as I passed by that area. Eventually my fingers were touching enough of her breasts on each stroke that there wasn't any way the touch could be mistaken as accidental. I had worked my way down to her lower back and was working back up when I let my hands come completely around to her belly and rise up to cup her naked breasts fully. They were firm and very full. The flesh felt smooth and warm and I immediately began to caress her taught nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She leaned back into me and looked up into my eyes.
"I've been wishing for this for years," she said as her hands came up to meet mine and press them harder into her breasts.
Her eyes closed again as she moaned and I rolled her hard nipples around between my fingers. I lifted her top and she raised her arms above her head allowing me to remove it and toss it to the floor. I discarded mine in the same manner. Returning my hands to her breasts, I continued their caress as Kelli closed her eyes and leaned her head back into my lap. Her breasts were thrust toward the ceiling as I stroked the smooth flesh and lightly twisted her erect nipples. I marveled at the perfect ivory white complexion and began to salivate as I imagined taking each one in my mouth. The sight before me made my cock as hard as it had ever been when I was a hormone enraged teenager.
"Kelli, sit up for a sec and turn around," I said in a low whisper.
She turned around and was now kneeling in front of me, hands clasped and looking into my eyes, as if she were waiting instruction.
"How far do you want this to go?" I asked. Concerned, first and foremost, for my daughter's feelings and our precious relationship.
"As far as you'd like," she responded.
"That may be a bit further than she thinks," I thought to myself.
"Give me your hands," I said as I reached out.
I took her hands and placed her fingers at the elastic waistband of my pants. I simply let her hands go as her eyes rose up to meet mine. There was a short pause before she began to pull the waistband down. She gasped as my rigid cock sprang upward, the tip already glistening with small droplets of precum. I lifted my hips from the couch to allow her to remove my pants. Her eyes were riveted to my engorged member the entire time, as she worked my pants down to my ankles and cast them aside.
She placed her hands on my thighs as she continued to stare at my cock. Finally looking up to my eyes, without words, she seemed to be asking permission to touch it. I took her hands and wrapped them around the shaft then I placed my hands on each side of her face and gently pulled her closer to it. As her face neared my cock, her mouth began to open and, without any hesitation, she slid the head past her lips. She removed her left hand as she slowly allowed her mouth to engulf the entire length of the shaft, pushing the head of my cock to the back of her throat. The sensation was enough to make my head reel and send tremors throughout my body. Watching my little girl take my cock to the back of her throat was nearly more than I could handle.
Still grasping the base with her right hand, she began to withdraw my cock from her mouth slowly, almost hesitantly, as if she were only now realizing what she was doing. She lifted her head from my cock and held it directly in front of her open mouth with a thin string of saliva stretching from it's tip to her lower lip. Her eyes lifted to mine and I could see the uncertainty in them. I reached out and held her face again.
"I love you sweetheart, and nothing we do here will ever change that," I reassured her.
With that, a smile broke across her face and she leaned forward and completely re-engulfed my cock in her mouth. Her hand began following her mouth up and down the shaft, very slowly at first building with intensity, then quickening until she was furiously engorging herself on it. I had fantasized about this hundreds of times and it was never as intense as it was turning out to be. My daughter seemed to be starved for her daddy's cock.
I was sitting there in stunned bliss, absolute stunned sexual bliss, as she looked up to my eyes. She paused with the head of my cock still in her mouth. Staring up into my eyes, she opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head while slowly stroking the shaft with her hand.
"My God, you have no idea how good this feels!" I said to her.
She uttered a small chuckle and began to raise up a bit leaving my glistening cock to trail a thin line of saliva down the front of her neck. She reached to the sides of her gorgeous breasts just as my cock began to slip into her cleavage.
"I bet you always wanted fuck my tits," she said as she pressed her breasts together and started to raise them up and down on my now slick shaft.
I was stunned at the language coming from my innocent daughter. Moments ago she seemed to be uncertain, even hesitant, as if she had never really expected this to happen but, now her true desires were showing and I was witnessing just how sexual my little girl was. My heart was racing and I felt as if I couldn't catch my breath as I watched the head of my cock disappear and reappear in the cleavage of her ivory D cup breasts. I felt as if I was caught somewhere between a dream and reality and couldn't distinguish exactly where I was. It had been only minutes earlier that I was thinking about this same scenario but was also utterly convinced that it couldn't possibly happen.
As my mind reeled trying desperately to fathom what I was witnessing, I suddenly realized that I was about to cum.
"Oh God, I'm going to cum!" I was able to utter.
