When Kitty returned home to take up a teaching appointment at the local High School, her intention was to maintain the independence she had established over the past few years and find a place of her own to live, but a combination of things made for a change of plans. Firstly, the range of accommodation suitable to her needs and her Bank balance proved to be very limited, and she really couldn't find anything she liked, and secondly, since her mother had passed on some years ago, her father, Patrick had continued to live in their old house, a rather large, sprawling property on the edge of town, set back from other properties in a grove of beautiful trees. The house was, of course, far too large for just one person, but as her parents had built it up from scratch, her father was reluctant to sell it, and, remembering all the wonderful times she'd had there in her growing up years, she finally accepted her father's offer to move back home.
At first there was a little awkwardness between two people who were used to being on their own, two people who were so alike in temperament it was almost spooky, and two people that recognised that time and growth had made marked changes to their relationship. This time round it needed to be one based more on the equality of adults than on the traditional subservient relationship that a daughter had with her father, but over the first 12 months they worked slowly towards this new relationship, with only one or two hiccups along the way - usually associated with her 'fun' times when she partied a little hard and had just a little too much to drink. By and large though, the arrangement worked out well, and she found herself becoming very comfortable with having a man around the house, and even managed to persuade him to act as her 'partner' when she had to attend functions in a couples environment, particularly in School based functions. She actually found herself enjoying his company as he was a good conversationalist and a very good dancer, and it didn't seem to matter to her friends and work mates that he was now touching 50 and she was still a few years away from thirty, although they occasionally teased her about her 'dates with older men'.
One of her female colleagues, not realising that her partner was her father at one function, grabbed a dance with him, and came back raving about what an absolute spunk he was, and wouldn't she love to get into his pants, and was he as good a lover as he looked? Kitty almost choked on her drink with a mixture of shock and amusement, and when she shared the story with her father in the car on the way home, they both laughed long and loud, but it marked a subtle change in the way they looked at each other and the way they treated each other. Nothing major or startling at first, just a slow and gradual reappraisal of each other, perhaps a budding awareness of each other as male and female instead of father and daughter.
One night as Kitty was about to leave for a party, Patrick told her that she looked absolutely stunning and would put every other female at the party to shame, and Kitty found herself glowing from that compliment all through her drive to the party, or perhaps it wasn't the compliment itself, but the way her father's eyes had seemed to roam slowly up and down her body, stopping a little longer than expected on the thrust of her breasts through the thin material of her low cut blouse. She didn't have particularly large breasts, a fact that had caused her considerable anguish when she was in her blossoming stage and all the rest of her girl friends were moving almost weekly into larger and larger bras. She just seemed to develop to what one unkind boy had once described as half a handful, and stopped there, so she was a little self conscious at times about her breasts, but the way her father had looked at them tonight had sent a curious buzz right through her, a buzz that remained throughout the party and caused her to be much more lively and out going than normal, and although it was probably her imagination, she did seem to have more men hovering around her that night. The problem was that she found herself comparing each and every one of them with her father, when they looked her up and down, or stared down the neckline of her blouse at her breasts, she realised she wasn't getting that same buzz she'd got from her father! that shook her enough that she quickly grabbed a drink and went out into the garden to mingle with the crowd and get those unwelcome thoughts out of her head, but they didn't seem to want to disappear.
At the same time that this was happening with Kitty, Patrick was going through a similar soul searching at home, sitting staring at a television that he really wasn't watching, because all he could see was the vision of Kitty as she'd walked out the door that night, how stunningly beautiful she'd looked and how incredibly sexy! it was that last part that was really bothering Patrick, as he began to realise and admit to himself that over the last few months he had come to notice Kitty more and more as a beautiful, exciting woman, and that he had, on a number of occasions, found himself reacting to her as a man would to any beautiful woman. He remembered the last time they had been dancing, the floor had become very crowded and they'd found themselves almost crushed against a wall by the press of other people, and her body had been crushed against his, her deliciously firm breasts almost burning a hole in his jacket, the smell of her hair had been almost intoxicating, and he found himself starting to get an erection! part of him panicked in case she would notice and part of him was hoping she would! a crazy few moments when in attempting to extricate themselves from the crush of people, his hand had accidentally fallen to the tight cheeks of her ass and cupped it. Her face was turned up to his, no hint of anger or annoyance at where his hand was or at the lump in his trousers that he was sure she must be feeling pressed against her, just a slight flush in her cheeks and a look of mild concern as she sought to aid him in escaping the crowd, but in that moment he had an almost overwhelming urge to drop his lips onto hers, to kiss her passionately.
Then the moment was gone as they were squeezed out of the crowd and decided to head for home, but he lay awake that night conscience stricken about his thoughts, his feelings and his reactions, and hoping like hell that Kitty hadn't noticed, but the more he thought about it, the more he berated himself, the more he thought about Kitty, the more aroused and excited he became, and for the first time in a long, long time he found himself stroking his stiff cock with a specific woman occupying his thoughts and fantasies, and there was a bitter sweetness sweeping through him as his cum juice finally exploded from his cock to splatter on his naked chest, at the realization that it was his own daughter creating this heat and horniness.
Little did he know that in an adjacent bedroom his daughter, Kitty was also tossing and turning, struggling with thoughts and feelings along the very same lines. She had not missed the bulge in his pants, or the feel of his hand cupping her ass cheeks, or the hungry, haunted look in his eyes as he'd gazed down on her, and she knew in that way that women always know, that he wanted her at that moment, that he wanted to kiss her and he wanted to do a lot more, and the shock she felt was only partly from that realization, it was also from the realization that her own body had responded to his touch, that she had been every bit as aroused and excited as he was, that she was hoping that the crowd would hold them there much longer and his hand would continue to cup and fondle her ass, and his cock would grow harder and harder, but most of all that he would kiss her! this was crazy, totally crazy, but her body was on fire and all she could do was flow into the feelings as her hand crept beneath her nightdress and began to stroke the super sensitive lips of her pussy, her finger quickly slipping inside to stroke her swollen clitoris, and all she could see was the face of her father as she stroked harder and harder until her body exploded in a surprisingly powerful orgasm.
Well that was some weeks ago now, but in two different places two people were finding it back in their minds. Suddenly, for Kitty, the party became just a sea of raucous noise, the people just a faceless mass, and she knew that she didn't want to be here any more, so she grabbed her coat and with a quick excuse to the hostess that she wasn't feeling well, she headed for home. Meanwhile, Patrick had put down the book he'd been trying to read for the past hour with no success, and glanced at the TV to see if there was anything worthwhile on, something to take his mind off the thoughts that had been plaguing him all night. He was still flicking from channel to channel when he heard the car pull up outside, the slam of the door and the tattoo of high heels on the concrete, then the door opened, and in walked Kitty, looking flushed and a little windswept from the drive, which she'd obviously made with the window down, and he expressed surprise at her early return from the party. She laughingly pointed out that it wasn't all that early as it was just after midnight, but she'd left early because she was feeling tired and her feet were aching from the long day at work.
Immediately concerned, Patrick offered to make her a coffee while she went and soaked in the bath for a while, then he would give her feet a bit of a rub. Kitty accepted straight away, the thought of a foot massage, particularly appealing, so off she went to her room to change. Perhaps because of the lateness, she decided not to bother with the bath, but to have a languid shower instead, and soon found herself relaxing as the water cascaded down over her naked body, and she gently soaped her breasts and buttocks, then a curious thought came into her mind and she wondered what she would have done if Patrick had offered to ''do her back'' for her, a shiver ran through her and her nipples immediately jumped to attention, so she quickly decided to change the subject of her thoughts, and reached up and changed the water from mild to cold, then leaped out with a startled squeal as the cold water hit her body.
Drying off in her room, and hearing her dad call that the coffee was ready, she slipped into her green satin robe and tied it at the waist and headed off for the lounge room. She was about to step in when she realised with a start that the robe was the only thing she'd put on! beneath it she was totally naked, and the robe was only three quarter length! she hesitated a moment and even half turned to go back, but something in her head said, "No, keep going", so she did, and found that her dad had placed her coffee by the sofa and was sitting on a stool in front of it with a towel and a bottle of oil in his hand. For a moment she felt a little flustered, but again that voice said "It's ok, keep going". So she took up her place on the sofa and reached for her coffee, nursing it's warmth in her hand and taking a few sips, it was hot and sweet just like she always liked it and she thanked her dad.
"That's ok" he said, "just let me know when you want me to start on your feet"
