My daughter Jillian had been a cutie growing up, but now at the ripe age of eighteen she was simply gorgeous, bite-your-bottom-lip hot. I have had the honor, and pleasure, of watching that sweet little ass of hers bounce around my house for the past two years, and it was beginning to take its toll.
Two years ago, Jillian had moved down to Florida to stay in my large, under utilized house. By her sophomore year in high school, she had become a fantastic gymnast and soccer player in the small Pennsylvania town where she had been living with her mother, my ex wife, since the divorce twelve years ago. She was our only child, and the only connection that my ex-wife and I ever truly shared.
So, after twelve years of seeing Jillian only on holidays and summer vacations, she had made the request to both her mother and I to move in with me so that she could attend the local prep school in my city that had both a nationally ranked soccer and gymnastics program. Her mother agreed out of love for Jillian, knowing that this would be her only shot at making it into a division one university for both sports. I agreed hesitantly as well, knowing that my bachelor life would be severely impacted with a daughter living at home.
I just had no idea at the time that the impact was going to be so good!
Jillian was now an eighteen year old, blossoming high school senior. Every day I would drive home from work, I would become consumed by thoughts of my daughterâs firm, tan and now traffic-stopping body. I had begun to see her less as an innocent girl, and more as a fuckable nymph. Judging by the way that other men watched her, I was clearly not alone.
As I would walk through the front door after the drive home from work, my cock was always hard as a rock as I had come to anticipate Jillian coming to the door to great me in yet another stylishly tight outfit and loving hug. What a sight she is. She stands 5â4â and weighs 95 pounds with curves in all the right places. She has long, dark blonde hair that she always wears in a ponytail, which looks amazing against that American girl tan. She has stunning pale blue eyes, a button nose and a mouth graced with pouty, full lips and a smile that could melt a snowman. And then came the rest of her! Her legs were thin, but extremely toned. All those hours of gymnastics and soccer had made every inch of her calves and thighs defined and luscious. Her waist was insanely small and her belly was flat as a board, both accentuated by a diamond belly button piercing. Her breasts were perfect. They giggled and bounced with every step she took, yet they were porn star firm. Two fleshy, 34C grapefruits on an otherwise tiny frame. Finally, there was that ass of hers! God, it was hypnotic to watch her from behind. Her ass filled out every pair of pants, shorts or bikini she wore, but there was nothing extra. Each cheek had that amazing fold where it met her upper thighs, the fold that makes her little pairs of shorts a sure bet to make men stiffen like concrete and women mad with envy.
Jillian knew she was hot, and she did just about everything possible from a fashion sense to show herself off. I did not tell her what she could and could not wear since she was able to discern the stylish look from the slutty look on her own. She always wore respectable outfits to school, but it was at home or when she would go out with friends or me that she wore clothes that showed off all of those wicked curves of hers. As she bounded to the door today, she did not disappoint me. She had on a pink halter-top, a pair of little white stretch shorts and black pump sandals. Oh yeah, and those two silver anklets that I bought her for her birthday. It had become nearly impossible not to check her out, not to think about bending her over and fucking that sweet little ass if hers. But, she was my daughter and I had to try to act like it.
âHi there Daddy! Itâs Friday! Know what that means, donât ya?â Jillian asks as she wraps her arms around me waist.
âUhhh, it is Saturday tomorrow?â I ask unsure of what I had forgotten about.
âDaddy, please tell you didnât forget?!â
âDid we have something scheduled tonight?â I ask, wracking my brain.
Jillian moves back a couple of feet, crosses her arms and just stares at me with that look. Man that look hurts.
That is when it dawns on me that tonight is the night the car I just bought her is ready at the dealership. Trying to recover, I come back with, âCould you be talking about your new car?!â
She instantly grins and squeals with excitement and relief.
As I walk past her to my room, I say, âI will be ready in a minute sweetheartâ and with out thought slap one cheek of her ass. Itâs not until I am in my room changing that I realize what I had done. I had never done something like that to her. That was something I would do to a girlfriend as a playful gesture of âyour mineâ before I fuck her brains out. I shake the thought off and change into khakis and a tight white tee shirt â the outfit Jillian is always telling me I should wear more often.
âDadddyyy, come on already!â Jillian whines from the kitchen.
âLooking good Daddy,â she says as I meet her at the doorway to leave. She might be buttering me up, but I donât mind a bit. I follow Jillian out of the door to my car and I canât help but gape at her ass as she swings it back and forth as she walks. I look up to see her staring at me over her shoulder, watching me check out her ass. All I can come up with is, âLooking good Jillianâ using her line on her.
âI know,â she says as she opens her door, gets in and watches me while I walk to my side of the car. She has me wrapped around her finger. She knows it and I know it. Now I want her wrapped around my aching cock. She knows it and I know it.