As you pull into your gate, you loosen the tie around your neck and can already taste the wine you are going to pour and enjoy in the hot tub. Finally in park, you grab your things walk around to the trunk and retrieve your luggage. You lock the car and head for the house entrance fumbling your keys as you go. You get to the porch, there she sits.
Before you have a chance to say a word she jumps up, "daddy, don't be mad!"
You haven't even really digested the fact your 18 year old daughter is sitting on your porch.
"Okay, does your mom know you are here," you ask? You can tell by the silence the answer is a resounding no.
Once inside you toss your keys on the table, remove your custom fit suit jacket and undo your shirt. You proceed to your room, your daughter follows behind; she is waiting for the questioning she knows is coming.
You sit on your footboard chaise, remove your shoes, toss your shirt and tie over the back of the chair and sigh followed by a long pause.
You lift your head, here it comes what she knew was coming... "well, you hungry?"
Startled from the unexpected response, your daughter stammers, "yes, starving!"
You send her out to begin searching for her selection of food. You use the time to call her mother and to change. You head out to the kitchen select a wine, pour some and offer your daughter a glass. She eagerly accepts.
"So, I let your mom know you are here and safe. You are welcome to stay the weekend. I can take you home Monday.I Guess you and your mom have disagreements on some things?"
"Dad, she doesn't listen to anything I have to say, she treats me like a child!"
"Well, if you want to talk I can listen. I am going to hit the hot tub, you are welcome to join food should be here in a little while." And with that, you head out to the hot tub with your plush towel tightly wrapped around your very fight naked body.
You have almost finished your first glass of wine when she heads out to join you in the hot tub. You are amazed, that you took part in creating such a beautiful girl. You realize as you are looking at her pert full breasts in her two piece bikini that you were naked in the tub and starting to get aroused as she got closer. You hit the jets and the hot tub erupts into bubbles. You pour another glass of wine.
She hops in the hot tub. You try not to acknowledge how much you are enjoying the view of her hard nipples poking the thin wet fabric of her bikini top. She is dazzling in red. The ties on the sides of her suit bottom are barely tied hugging her young curves, begging to be undone.
"So, you want to study abroad," you ask?
She quickly responds, "yes, but mom doesn't think I am mature enough to handle being away from home on my own."
She gets up and reaches for her glass of wine. You unabashedly look at her ass, round and full. You think I hope it is untouched, but if not, the idea of her at her age having sexual competence arouses you just the same.
She retrieves her glass and sits back in the hot tub closer this time. She rests her head back and the water rises; now, it is kissing her cleavage. You sit in silence for awhile, then finish your wine and grab your towel. You wrap the towel around yourself, hoping your daughter looks. You catch her looking out the side of your eye and you are pleased.
After dinner, your daughter comes down in one of your t-shirts. The shirt is big enough to hang on her; the material meets resistance over her hard nipples and the bottom of the shirt falls so just enough of her lacy panties show when she moves.
You move in to watch some television, she hops over the couch. She lands with her bare ass in your lap. You lovingly smack it and rub it as if to rub the sting out. She lets out a noise and quickly turns and lays her head in your lap. Her hand is gently resting on your upper thigh. Her check blankets your flaccid penis. She turns her head, and almost unknowingly strokes your inner thigh.
She asks, "Daddy will you please talk to mom and get her to understand?"
You know she is manipulating you, even if she isn't fully aware of the sexual tease she is exuding it is working.
You don't want to bring things to a premature end, "Yes, of course I will chat with your mom."
Later you awake, and hours have past. Your daughter is sleeping in your lap. Her head resting against your now firm cock. She is on her back. You gently run your hand under her shirt. You wait for reaction...nothing. You slowly move your hand up her young torso and then cup her pert breast and gently squeeze. Ahh so firm so tender so not allowed. What a rush! You gently squeeze her firm nipple.
She stirs slightly and murmurs, "love you daddy."