This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictitious, but not the thoughts.
My daughter Karlie is a gorgeous woman. A 25-year-old brunette, with a body to die for.
Big tits, big ass, flat stomach, small waist and tall.
5'10.
She was a duplicate of her mother, but with dark hair.
She also had a sex drive that has produced two kids.
She is very promiscuous.
I know of at least 15 partners of hers.
She loves sex.
It oozes from her.
She just kicked out her last boyfriend.
He got too clingy for her.
Since that time, she has become a noticeably confident woman.
Every time she shows up at my house, she is dressed in clingy, summery outfits that always shows her curves.
I have a hard time not staring at her curves.
But they are evident. Very evident.
She has made comments in the past and slid past me in the kitchen always touching me as she goes by.
Not casual, always with some intentional meaning.
She calls me every day for some reason or another.
I would fuck her in a minute if I ever got the chance.
I was sitting at mt desk working and my phone rang. I could tell by the ring tone it was Karlie.
"Yellow!" I answered in my best Dad voice.
"Jesus, you are such a Dad." I got in response.
Not wanting to miss an opportunity, I replied "This is Dad not Jesus."
Karlie laughed and snorted at the same time. She has a big laugh.
"Can you come over and fix my garage door opener? It rarely works and I am tired of not being able to use my garage."
"I can come over after work, if that's ok?" I mumbled, focusing on my work.
"You can't come over now? I work 6-10 tonight."
Since I was working from home that day, I said sure, grabbed some tools and was on my way. 20 minutes later I knocked on her door.
She opened the door and invited me in. She had on some spandex shorts and a t shirt. Obviously, no bra. Her big tits were jiggling.
I walked into her garage and grabbed the ladder. I climbed up and reset her opener and the remotes. New batteries, new codes was all it took.
"Thanks Daddy!! I was hoping it was going to be easy."
I climbed down and she gave me a hug, not her usual hug but a strong hug, pushing her body into mine.
"You better stop, or your old man may have a heart attack!" I said climbing out of her hug.
"You don't like a hug from your daughter? Wow, that hurt." She said grinning oddly.
"It is not that I didn't like the hug, in fact I really did. But it seemed inappropriate."
"It was supposed to be. I know you are a constantly horny man. I am just like you. I am just like my Mom." She almost moaned.
Her mother and I had a torrid 2-year affair that produced our daughter.
We had sex before work and after work daily for about 2 years.
I even nailed her a few times after it all came out into the open and she swore she hated me.
She couldn't say no to sex.
She even called the morning she went to have the baby to have sex.
Sex at 9 am, baby at 6pm.
"Karlie, this is wrong, and it needs to stop." I said sternly.