I'm 45, a good husband and a loving father to a son and a daughter. I run my own business and I run it pretty well -- we've never really wanted for money.
I play golf once a week when I can, I put my pants on one leg at a time and I belong to a couple of local service clubs. In short, I've always seen myself as normal.
Until today, that is, when I walked into the bathroom and everything changed.
My daughter's name is Jenny. She's 19 and home from college for the weekend. My wife's out of town visiting her parents, and Jenny's brother will be back next weekend.
Until this afternoon, I thought of my daughter as beautiful in the way every doting father sees his daughter as beautiful. Jenny's also a good girl -- studious, hard-working, a scholarship student -- but she's also a little introverted. Not many friends in high school and only a couple of boyfriends, neither of whom made it past two months of dating.
To Jenny's benefit, she got most of my wife's looks. Jenny's got a heart-shaped face and shoulder-length brunette hair. She's wide-hipped and big-breasted, but she's fairly athletic and she's tall. At least I contributed height to the package. At 5'11", her 34D breasts simply make her look statuesque. Sometimes, she slumps so as not to accentuate them.
Jenny had been quiet all weekend. She'd talked a bit and laughed at all my unfunny jokes, but her eyes were distant. It was mid-afternoon on Saturday as I finished up washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen that I realized my daughter had been showering for what must have been an hour. We'd had lunch together. She'd gone to shower after lunch. Now, an hour later, the water was still running.
Dish towel over my shoulder, I debated what to do. Sighing, I finally went to knock on the bathroom door.
"Go away," Jenny said.
"Honey, you're using all the world's hot water reserves. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
I tried the doorknob. Locked from inside.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
I heard the doorknob click as she unlocked it and pulled the door slightly open. Steam billowed out.
Without thinking anything through, I walked in.
Jenny sat naked in the tub while the shower streamed down on her. The curtain was partially open, but the floor wasn't too wet.
She turned and looked at me. "Leave me alone."
I was transfixed by the sight of her. For the first time, I realized my daughter's breasts were a woman's breasts. They glistened in the stream of water, large and full and flushed from the heat. Her full lips pouted, but instead of wanting to soothe whatever the cause of that pout was, I wanted to kiss those lips, feel my tongue slide between them and be met by her tongue. I wished the curtain was fully open so I could...
I shook my head to clear it and wiped my forehead. "Honey, whatever's wrong, we can talk about it. Turn the shower off and get dressed. I'll be in the living room."
She grabbed my arm and stopped me from leaving while she rose, shower still running, water still streaming down her body, which was now entirely revealed.
Her naked breasts were even more lovely when she stood. I noticed one tiny black hair growing out of the aureole of her left nipple and wondered what it would feel like to pull that tiny imperfection out with my teeth before suckling at that perfect pink-bubblegum nipple.
A small black mole sat about an inch below her belly button. She was an 'insie.' I'd known that and not known that until now. Now, I wanted to insert the tip of my tongue into that belly button and see if I could make her laugh. Or moan.
Jenny had the slightest of bellies rising up from her naked pubic area. Somehow, that belly and the realization that my daughter shaved her pussy finally overwhelmed my cock and caused it to stand at attention. If it could have whistled, it would have.
I hoped my daughter wouldn't look down. I was wearing sweat pants.
"Honey, I'll be in the living room," I said. I could see what I'd seen described in erotic novels as the delicate flower of her womanhood, but there was nothing delicate about the feelings aroused in me now.
I wanted to suck her shy clit into my mouth. I wanted to gently insert two of my fingers between these other pouting lips. I wanted to lick and lick and lick. I wanted to know what my daughter's pussy smelled like. More importantly, I wanted to know what it tasted like. Would she taste like her mother?
