Things had changed after my mother left us for her toy boy. My father and I always had touched and kissed each other but it was never ever sexual. My mother had left the house some time ago and I had felt the tension building between my dad and me. The sexual tension. Dad didn't want to touch me like he used to anymore. It got so bad that it started to affect my schoolwork so I decided that today was the day I would help both of us. I came home from school and got under the shower, cleaned and shaved myself everywhere and dried myself in front of the mirror. What I looked at was nothing special. A petite figure who was a little overweight. All the curves were in the right places though so it didn't really bother me. My dad on the other hand looked amazing. He was tall, broad shouldered and made me feel like being with a gentle giant.
He came home about six thirty and I had lasagne and salad ready for us. The sexual tension was so bad I could not eat a thing.
"Did you have a good day?" I asked just to start a conversation.
"Yes. The usual BS at work but other than that it's been okay. How was your day sweetness,"
"Alright I guess. I miss your hugs," I told him honestly.
"Well, come here then," He said lovingly. I did not let him say that twice and walked over to him. He held his arms wide and shifted his chair slightly so I could sit on his lap.
"I love you dad," I told him, my voice barely a whisper.
"I love you too sweetness," He answered without hesitation
"Can I have a kiss then?" I enquired coquettish. My dad hesitated and kissed me chastely on my cheek.
"Have you not felt the sexual tension between us dad?" I started carefully.
"No, what do you mean?" he returned looking me straight in my eyes.
"This," I whispered as I kissed him on his lips.
"Stop that. We can't do that sweetness. It's wrong," he reacted clearly shocked.
"It's not wrong dad. I know you miss my mother. We love each other. Why is that wrong?" I knew I was right because I felt something growing against my ass cheeks.
"I guess you've got a point there," my dad reacted but I knew he was still not convinced. I smiled at him. That's all I could do. There were some tense minutes but then my dad smiled back at me.
"Okay. But not here," he conceded and took me to his bedroom. By the time we got there he had already taken off his shirt and unzipped his pants. I followed taking off my tracksuit bottoms and my top. That left only my panties who were rapidly becoming wet and my bra.
Dad took off his trousers and was only in his boxer shorts. He made me sit down on the bed and carefully slid the straps of my bra over my shoulders, freeing my breasts. He unhooked the bra and tossed it on the floor. He took my panties off and spread my legs just enough so he could have a good look at my pussy.
"So wet and beautiful," he said in a hoarse whisper as he let one finger slide into me. I held back a moan. I shifted slightly and hooked my fingers behind the elastic of his boxer shorts and pulled them down. My dad's erect cock sprang free.