It was a Friday afternoon and I was watching the clock like a hawk, waiting to punch out and head home to my sexy daughter. You see, she'd been sending me pictures all day on my phone; pics of her luscious tits, her shaved snatch, even of her humping her own fingers, with such dirty texts attached I was shocked at my own daughter's language. Maybe I should back up and explain.
Becky, or as she likes to be called, Becks, had divorced her no good idiot of a husband and moved back home with dear old dad. Her mother had passed away years ago, it was just us. And in no time at all we were getting comfortable living together, maybe even a little too comfortable.
The front yard of the house is fairly visible but the backyard is very private; I had tall hedges and fencing and best of all no nearby nosy neighbors. We'd gotten pretty casual about dress, especially during the heat wave that started soon after she'd moved in. We'd both lounge around the pool in back in whatever we felt like. I admit it wasn't long before I was checking out my daughter's firm tits and jiggly ass. She dressed in as little as possible,because of the heat she said. She didn't say where she was feeling that heat the most.
I was semi-retired and taking the summer off to be with Becks. She seemed to be handling the divorce really well, but I could tell there was something bothering her. I gave her space, I hoped she'd tell me when she was ready. Well, when she finally confessed it blew my mind! She was horny, she hadn't had sex in forever, especially with her rat of a hubby. And she thought her dad was sexy as hell!
Talk about shocked! And what shocked me the most was that I was feeling the same way. Looking at her in the sunlight, her skin glowing with sweat, her delicious body as naked as she could get away with in the heat. Seeing her stare at my crotch when she thought he wasn't looking. The smirks I'd see reflected in the toaster in the mornings when I was just in my boxers, my flaccid cock still a good six inches. I knew she was wondering what it looked like hard.
It was an especially hot night. We were both hitting the drinks pretty hard. Becks was getting more and more uninhibited and so was I, we were pretty much openly staring at each other's sweaty bods. I heard my daughter mumble something under her breath that sounded like 'what the fuck, might as well', then she looked me in the eye and said, "Dad, let's fuck, what do you say?"
It took me a second to parse what she had said. It hit me all at once and instead of being shocked or mad or denying everything right away I hesitated. And I was lost.
"Becks hun, that's just, I mean we shouldn't..." She stood up and crossed over to my chair, looking me in the eyes the whole way. She was wearing short-short sweatpants and a very thin crop-top t-shirt with a picture of Mr. Spock on it. She stopped in front of me, straddled my chair and sank down into my lap, never breaking eye contact. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen a woman do, mostly because this was my daughter!
She sank into my lap, nestling her sweet bottom on my stiffening cock. Our eyes bored into each other. God she was sexy! I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her forward and down so her tits were mashed against my chest and her moist cunny was feeling my erection swelling against it. We kissed passionately, tongues wrapping around one another, moaning into each others mouths. I was getting the hard-on of a lifetime. My head was swimming from her scent, her heat, the booze...
Shit, what was I doing? We were both drunk. I suddenly pulled back, holding her by the shoulders. "Becks, honey, we can't do this, it's wrong." I peeled her off of me, she was still moaning but now in frustration. Trust me, I know how she felt!"Baby, let's think about this,okay?"
She glared at me for a moment, then got a crafty smile. "Promise me something, daddy," she said. "Promise me you will think about it." She gave me a truly sexy, evil smile and passed out on me. I caught her as she fell.
The next day we were both hung over and I at least was embarrassed as hell. We were having coffee in the kitchen when my cell rang. It was work. I own a construction company; most of the time it runs itself but every now and then something comes up that they need me for. It looked like today was one of those days. "Becks hun, I'm gonna have to go in today, one of my foremen is out."
She gave me a disappointed look. "Why don't you relax today", I said. "Recover from last night and we'll talk when I get home, okay?"
