My daughter has been acting strangely. Three months ago my beautiful 19 year old daughter started her second semester at college, including a creative writing class, which made her very excited, and since then she has been different. She used to lounge around the house with a big poofy robe wrapped around her curvy 5'3 frame, obscuring her body from her neck to her knees. But the past couple months she has taken to wearing boxer shorts rolled at the waist, exposing the very bottom of her firm ass, and tight tiny tank tops without a bra, tantalizingly exposing her perky 32 C cups through the sheer, low-cut material. The change in wardrobe wasn't the only change, either, she has been more friendly, cuddling up with me during movie time, hugging me and giving me a kiss on the cheek before I leave for work. I have to say, I can't complain, it's been nice having her in such a good mood, and a couple days ago, I finally found the reason. While cleaning up around the house, I stumbled upon Jessica's notebook for her writing class, and being curious, flipped through a few pages, and was caught by the title of a story near the back of the book: "A Night with Daddy". As I read the story, I began to understand, this is the story I found:
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"A Night with Daddy"
My Daddy is such a handsome man, he's tall and kind, and his three day beard stubble makes him look rough and outdoorsy. We've been spending more time together recently, and there have also been the dreams. They've been so lucid and erotic, I would wake up soaked through my panties, desperate for his touch, and have I begun to lay my plans to make them a reality. I already enacted the first part of my plan, I had to see if he was interested, so I ditched my robe and started wearing hardly anything to see if I could entice him in to looking, and he certainly had been staring. My favorite part of that time was the morning I turned down the thermostat and went down to breakfast, flicking my nipples a bit on the way down, making them nice and hard, poking through my tight white tank top. Daddy couldn't take his eyes off my chest, and the more he stared the wetter I got.
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At this point I looked up from the book, astounded at what I was reading. I remembered that morning, it was almost a month ago, but it certainly left an impression, I don't think I'd ever had an erection so hard in my life. I went through the house and locked all the doors before taking Jessica's notebook back to my room, getting comfortable on my bed, and continuing on...
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