The pictures on the laptop screen were a shock to my daddy. I've worked on my modeling portfolio while I took my college classes, and the latest were the most revealing. And the first he'd seen.
My hair is to my waist long, thick and soft and silken. At 38C I'm too busty for clothes modeling, but my hair gets me assignments. I'm going to graduate a veterinarian in a few years, so to me modeling for me is money, fun and even a bit of a turn on.
Daddy was staring at a shot of me with black lace panties and no bra. I was leaning over his shoulder, my breast pressed into him. My blonde covering my nipples, so although it was certainly suggestive, the round fullness and white soft underside of my breasts were visible. Teasing, tantalizing. I'm so sensitive there, the brush of a beard makes me moan. I was getting turned on seeing how he was reacting I'm sure daddy could feel my nipple hardening through the thin t shirt.
"You're beautiful sweetheart. Just like your mama at your age. Everything about you is like her."
She died when I was young, but old pictures show I am a reflection of her. Long silky soft hair, big breasts and tiny waist. She dressed to tease daddy back then, and I found it hot. Halter tops of gauzy summer colors that hugged her big breasts and nipples, the shadow of aureole in the sunlight. Short short cut offs riding low on her hips. Tanned bare midriff. Sexiness was less judged back then I think and they had more fun. Daddy would have his arm around her in the pictures, sometimes kissing, always touching. So intimate that the camera almost seemed as an intrusion. The bulge in his pants created my fantasies of what they did when they weren't in front of the camera. Every picture of them was so sexual, the heat between them so obvious.
"Did you want to see the rest, daddy?", I whispered. He choked out a yes and I leaned further over his shoulder to start a slideshow on the laptop. My head next to his, my hair tickling his arm, breasts fully pressed into him as I wrapped my arms around him, my hands on his chest.
The bulge in his shorts and his heavier breathing said it all. Having fantasized about the old pictures, I guess underneath it all, I thought of daddy as sexual, in a vague way. But right now he ceased to be my daddy, and became a man I want to seduce. A man I want in my bed. A daddy I want in the cradle of my soft thighs while he is deep inside me.
I made a quick adjustment on the laptop, and with my cheek against his we watched the bolder images float across the screen. His quick intake of breath when he saw the shot of me naked and kneeling on the bed, my round heavy breasts hanging. I wanted to be like that with him on the bed under me while I teased his lips with my hard nipples, my cunt poised over his hard cock. A low mmmm told me he approved of the shot of me on the bed, on my stomach, leaning on one elbow, my free hand cupping my breast. Overflowing my hand. The photographer had turned me on with his words and it was apparent by the look on my face. I was looking at the camera, at him, with a fuck me look in my eyes.
"Oh baby girl. It's like seeing your mama again. It has been so long that she has been gone, some memories faded." He sighed. "I never found another her, you know that." He chuckled. "She teased me unmercifully. Just like you're doing to me now baby girl. I know you know what you're doing. Be careful because once you light that fuse, it'll be hard to stop. We can't go back."
