Have you ever had one of those days where everything just seemed to go wrong? First you're late for work. Then your boss chew you out because the project you're working on isn't ready. Then you get a phone call from your daughter, telling you that she has just been arrested for shop lifting and that she needs you to come bail her out. That was basically how my Friday went. I didn't realize until that point, how much my life had deteriorated since my wife had run off with a wannabe rock star.
My daughter, Kate, had suffered the most since her mother had run out. I was consumed with work and rarely had time for her, to help her through that initial period of adjustment. I guess now I can honestly say that it was all my fault that I couldn't be there for her when she had needed me. But I had been suffering myself.
I'm not an bad looking man...in fact I look quite young for being almost forty years old. My hair was still thick and full, a dark, rich brown, and I had very few wrinkles, just tiny laugh lines at the corners of my moss green eyes. My wife had once told me that I had very square, chiseled features, and that I reminded her of a young Sean Connery, minus one Scottish accent.
I had patiently put up with Kate's antics recently, saying that all she needed to do was adjust to everything that had happened, but last Friday was the final straw. I don't think I had ever been as angry as I was the day I stormed into the police station. When I saw her, a red haze descended over my eyes, even as they raked over her. Her blond hair was loose and flowing around her shoulders and she had on enough make-up to make you think she belonged on a stage. She was wearing a midnight blue leather skirt and a matching halter top, that revealed her stomach and shoulders. But it was the navy blue, six inch heel on her feet that added the finishing touch. She had looked like she belonged on the nearest street corner.
I vaguely remember paying her bail as she stood silently beside me, chewing her gum and blowing bubbles. I was completely silent on the way home and had trouble controlling my anger as Kate scrambled from the car when we arrived home.
I watched her as she strolled toward the front door, almost cringing at the way her mini skirt barely covered her tight young ass. I kept staring, noticing that it wiggled slightly as she put her key in the lock and strolled inside. My cock involuntarily jumped, hardening slightly between my legs as I thought about getting a piece of her. Almost immediately I had tried to squelsh the thought. It was wrong to think about my daughter like that, but I had been so long without a woman, it was hard not to notice.
The day had progressed from bad to worse at that point. Kate hardly spoke to me at dinner before storming up to her room, after being informed that she was grounded for the entire month.
I don't know how things had gotten so out of control...My job was going downhill, Kate was a complete mess, and I was fantasizing about screwing my own daughter. I went to bed that night with an aching hard on. Finally, unable to bear the pressure, I had to give myself a hand job to relieve the tension that had built in my body.
The next morning I got up early, wanting to beat Kate to the shower. I was determined to have a long talk with her about everything that had happened since her mother had left.
The long hot shower relaxed me thoroughly. As I was walking out of the bathroom, a towel casually draped around my waist, Kate came up and said good morning. It was nothing unusual for her to see me with just a towel on. We shared the only bathroom in the house. But that morning she ran her fingers across my chest as she pressed herself up against me, to squeeze between me and the doorframe. Normally it wouldn't have bothered me so much, if it hadn't been for the skimpy nightgown she was wearing. It was a slip of satin that fell to her upper thighs, and the area that covered her breasts had been nothing but thin black lace. Her nipples protruded as she rubbed against me, brushing their throbbing hardness against the muscles of my chest. I almost groaned as she shut the door behind her.
The first thought that had gone through my head, was, "Where did she get that nightgown?" followed closely by, "I hope to God she didn't notice my straining cock."
By the time I finished getting ready, and Kate had gotten out of the shower and joined me, I had breakfast on the table and was ready to have our little chat.
"Kate," I said cautiously, not wanting to start this conversation wrong.
"Yeah, dad?"
"We need to talk." I paused letting my words sink in. "It's about your behavior lately. And about how you feel about your mother leaving."
"What about it?" she snapped, her blue eyes flashing dangerously.
