I can't believe what I am seeing. I should stop it before it goes too far.
He pulled the string on her bikini top.
He squeezed and sucked on her huge breasts.
I need to stop them, this is not right. But... I was mesmerized by the sight.
Then she said, 'Daddy, are you going to join us?'
***
I am tired of all this research. It is her special trip. She should choose.
Mom was no help. Her schedule was tight, she would do her best to catch up with us.
It's a belated eighteenth birthday and graduation present.
Both two years late. Not my fault, Mikey is just way too busy.
We decided not to jinx it by celebrating her Miss USA title win as well.
One more competition to go. Miss World!
She gave me two requirements. One - out of this country, the other a nude beach.
I told her that the beach was not a good idea, but she planned to work on her tan for the final competition.
'No tan lines!' she kept reminding me of.
She didn't believe in the spray on stuff.
I narrowed it down to Cancun and just about any Mediterranean resort in France.
She will be down shortly for breakfast before her publicity shoot with what she called a 'classy' men's magazine. Not many of those.
i was sitting at the breakfast nook table with my laptop and printer. Printed pictures spread around. A stack ready to show her.
I didn't hear her enter the kitchen. So she surprised me.
She placed her hands on my shoulders. I jumped.
'Wow, you sure are on edge.'
I continued to face forward.
'Didn't hear you coming.'
'Sorry.'
She kissed me on the cheek.
'Anyway, good morning Daddy.'
'Morning Mikey.'
I stood up and cleared the table except for the stack I needed to show her.
Bending over to reach the papers across the table, she surprised me when she gave my ass a slap.
'Mikey, stop surprising me like that.'
'Sorry, you have such a nice ass, I couldn't resist. Maybe you should just lay across my lap so I can spank you.'
'What has got into you lately?'
'Sorry, sorry, just a joke. Jeez, lighten up.'
I had all the food ready on the counter top and the butter and jam on the table.
I heard her make a plate while I reviewed the selected print outs.
I think I am ready.
We need to make a decision today.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her come around the table to sit down across from me.
She was wearing a low cut bra. Her large breasts barely contained. And a thong, she was wearing a white thong that bunched up between her visible pussy lips.
'Mikey! Are you wearing that to the shoot?'
'Dad, come on. Short answer no. I didn't wear to breakfast the outfit they gave me for the shoot. It is the only one I have. I didn't want to risk making a stain.'
'But you could have worn a bathrobe or something.'
'Dad, you have been backstage at the competitions. You have seen more of me and other girls. Right?'
I never refused the opportunity to go back stage. All the girls are so uninhibited about their bodies.
So, yes, I have seen more of Mikey than what she is wearing now.
I admire the size of shape of her breasts, the tissue box like vulva, the inner lips nearly covering the outer.
For the longest time, I resisted thinking about her in a sexual way. Then one drunken evening I let loose to fantasize about her naked body. One of the best orgasms ever.
But I have never done anything stupid with her.
But it is times like this when I see more of her, alone with me at home I have to fight off the arousal I feeling. The urge to do something stupid. No one would know.
'Yes, I have seen more.'
'So what's the problem?'
'I guess it is not a problem. Never mind.'
She leaned out of her to chair to reach the butter and jam.
Her breasts hanging so low, so close to busting out of her bra.
She slipped while reaching, her chest hitting the table and her breakfast.
'Mikey, are you OK?'
She retreated. Eggs and potatoes mashed against her bra and breasts.
One breast free from the bra.
Fuck!
She stood up, removed her bra, and brushed the breakfast off her chest. The brushing hardened a nipple.
She shook the bra to free the eggs smashed against it.
Mikey just stood there. My eyes drifted down to her pussy. With the thong bunched up in her pussy, she looked totally naked.
I couldn't help it.
My arousal triggered an erection. My mind drifted to doing something stupid. Something I would regret the rest of my life. And who knows what repercussions that would have if she told anyone. I can't do it.
But I lost control of common sense. I stood up and walked over to her. I am going to bend her over the kitchen and take her from behind.
As I reached out to take control of her, she turned and walked away.
She said, 'I am done with breakfast. I need to get dressed or I will be late Daddy.'
Walking away, I enjoyed the view of her beautiful cheeks. The back string of the thong hidden between the cheeks.
She stopped and turned back towards me.
'Don't we have to decide on the trip today?'
'Yep, I am ready to show you options.'
'Ok, I will be right back, fully dressed.'
She winked at me, gave me a little wave before she slapped her butt.
What the heck was the all about?
I had an urge to go to my room and masturbate fantasizing about taking her from behind.
But, I didn't. I was back in control. Close call to doing something stupid.
She came back wearing a subtly sex blouse and skirt. Black hose with stiletto heels.
Her long blonde hair was down and had a crinkly curl to it. Sexy look. I hope that doesn't effect her next competition.
But, the magazine would come out a month later. If she wins, they will have scooped all the other magazines.
'You look great Mikey.'
I was getting aroused again. The cleavage, the short skirt, the sexy hair, the alluring perfume. I felt my cock growing again. I can't stop. The vision of bending her over the kitchen counter keeps coming back. I am such a pervert.
'Thank you Daddy. Can we get this choice done? I don't have much time.'
My phone rang. It was my ex, Mikey's Mom.'
'Demi, you are on speaker, Mikey is here.'
'Oh hi Mikey. Congrats on the win! So sorry I couldn't be there.'
Normal for her.
She and her billionaire boy friend travel all over the world. She insisted on calling herself a 'trophy wife'. He is sixty, she is forty was her argument.
Mikey doesn't like either one of them.
'That's fine. I am sure you were chasing down the next total eclipse of the sun.'
'Mikey,' she said sternly.
'We were closing a big acquisition in the UK. I saw you on TV.'
'What do you want Mom?'
'We won't be able to meet up with you for the celebration weekend. Something came up.'
Mikey said, 'That's fine, I didn't want you there anyway. Bye Mom.'