Temptation Overwhelms

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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Please note that I am a British woman, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I had now finished college, my eighteenth birthday behind me, I felt as if I were now ready to face the world on my terms. Mum was at her brothers in Leeds helping with the new baby and would pop back in a couple of days before returning to stay there for a few more days.

The question was, did I look after Dad, or did Dad look after me? I sat on the armchair in the lounge, earbuds in, listening to reels on TikTok as I sipped from a can of diet coke. Dad was sprawled on the sofa watching possibly the most boring sport in the world, test cricket. As I looked at him, I could see what Mum saw in him.

I hoped that I could find as good a man for me, not that I was in a hurry. I had taken a few men all the way, me shagging them, them shagging me, it had been fun, pleasurable certainly, but none of them had felt life lasting. Thanks for the shag, see ya.

I could go for a man like Dad, he looked so good, and when I was close to him, he even smelled good, it was bizarre. He had a clean-shaven face, and very little hair on his chest, like a light down really, and he had managed to keep himself in some kind of shape. No flabby man's chest, not exactly a six pack a little lower, but certainly not a beer keg either.

As I looked across at him, I could see his profile, and it looked as if he was packing a little lower down too. I smiled, yes, someone like my dad would be perfect, and I loved my dad, oh, so much more than anyone in the world, I knew that he would always be there for me, always protect me. I just hoped that one day I could have a man like Dad.

"Penny for them," Dad said.

"What? Sorry," I wasn't sure what he meant.

"You, what were you dreaming of? You were miles away staring at me, or into space."

"Oh gosh, was I really? Sorry, I was just thinking of the future, what sort of man I might end up with."

"And what did you decide then Jess?"

"If he is half as good as you Dad, then I shall be okay."

"Ha ha, thank you I think, but I hope that you can do better than me with your man."

"Oh, no Dad, you are perfect, in every single way."

Dad laughed and turned his attention back to the cricket on the telly.

"Just nipping to the loo," I said standing up. I noticed as I walked out of the room that Dad's hand sneaked downstairs and he adjusted himself, and that brought a shiver down my spine and a little tickle underneath. Oh Dad, goodness, you had a hard on.

I left the loo door ajar and did my business, wiped, flushed, washed my hands and went back into the lounge and sat back across from Dad. Had Dad heard my ablutions as I had intended? I had my knees apart and my feet on the floor, I had been a little hot before, and now, at least with my legs apart, there was a little air flow across my fanny which would help keep me cooler.

I had watched a few reels before I looked across at Dad again. Oh my. I pressed pause and turned my camera on and zoomed in on Dad's lap. He had a real stiff one going on, his joggers tenting up in quite a pronounced way. His eyes were focussed on my knees, he was looking up my skirt. Oh goodness Dad.

I wasn't sure how to process that my Dad was getting turned on by looking up my skirt. My knickers were just ordinary pale blue cotton knickers, perhaps a little tight across my fanny, but still, they covered everything. I had wiped after using the loo so there would be no 'dot of shame.'

Surely Dad wasn't thinking of me sexually? I had never thought of Dad sexually, was that a mistake? Should I? I looked at his bulge and I realised it was twitching, what did it look like under those clothes? How could I find out? Did I want to find out? Hell yes, now I did, now I knew Dad was looking at me sexually, I for sure as hell wanted to know what he looked like.

How? How could I see Dad naked? I had to think.

"Just popping upstairs Dad," I said and made a bit of a hash getting up, legs everywhere, thighs wide apart as I got up, Dad would have had a full Technicolour Panavision eyeful of my knickers' covered crotch. I smiled as I finally managed to get out of the armchair and head upstairs.

In my room I took of my polo top and skirt and looked in the mirror. Bra and knickers functional, nothing more, but until now they had never needed to be any more. I am a D cup, so can't really get away with no bra, but it could certainly be a lot more sheer. I needed a trip into town for that.

Knickers, always thought of them as functional, but now? Now that I wanted to help my Dad with his fantasies, they needed to be more. And to be more, they needed to be less. Again, a trip into town was required.

I put my robe on, hiding yet revealing, if you know what I mean, and I rushed downstairs.

"Dad, I need to go to White Rose, can you take me?"

"What? Why? When? Now?"

"I need new underwear, desperately, and they sell what I need there, and it will take me hours to get there on the bus, will you take me?"

"Yes, of course."

I flew across and hugged him and kissed his cheek, my robe had of course came undone as I ran to hug him. Oh well, I was still wearing my functional underwear, gosh, that would soon change.

"I'll go and put a dress on, be ready in five," I said disentangling myself from his lap. I hoped that all my weight on his stiffy hadn't caused any damage.

As I went back to my room I took a look at Mum and Dad's bedroom. They had mirror doored wardrobes, and if their bedroom door was open, then I could see their bed reflected in the mirrors. Interesting. I wonder how I could get Dad to leave his bedroom door open. I would give that some thought.

I opened my wardrobe and leafed through my dresses, ah, perfect. This one was cornflower blue and short; I mean seriously short, it would be perfect. Pair of strappy sandals and I was ready. I grabbed my handbag and went back down, throwing myself on the armchair opposite Dad.

"Ready Dad," I said.

He looked across and would have seen straight up between my thighs, perfect view for him. How was he going to get relief with Mum away, she wouldn't be here to help him, would it be up to me? I delighted in how devilishly naughty my mind was working.

I guess it took about forty minutes to get to the White Rose centre and get parked up. We parked by M&S and when we walked in found ourselves by their lingerie department.

"Is this what you want baby?" Dad asked.

"Oh God no Dad, this is for Mum, not for me, way too old person."

"Oh," Dad looked lost, he probably thought knickers are knickers. Well, no they are not, and even though M&S do try very hard, no one under fifty would buy clothes there.

We went own the escalator and into the main concourse. I spotted what I wanted straight away.

"Come on Dad, this is where we need to go," and I dragged him into Boux Avenue. I spent ages going from display to display looking at the various knickers and bras. I wasn't interested in the suspender belts or Basques or Bustiers, again, old woman stuff. Any respectable girl these days just wears the minimum, and sometimes that even meant nothing.

I needed to find sets in my size, 34D bra and S or 8/10 in knickers. Eventually I had five sets, all sheer and in nude, white, pale blue, red and black. I wasn't so keen on the red or black, I prefer paler shades, but they were sheer, and so they weren't really there. The peach was an old woman colour, not for me.

Dad had been following me around and was looking quite out of place as I was fingering the underwear, holding it up to the light to see how sheer they were.

"Right then Dad, all done here," I said standing in front of the display stand of vibrators and toys, I thought Dad would have a heart attack if I started examining those. No, the vibe I had at home was perfect, although I had heard good reports of the new ones that sucked at your clitoris, I would have to get one, but not today.

"Right then, let's pay" Dad said, and as the woman scanned everything, she looked at me and then at Dad and back at me. I wondered what she thought as Dad got his wallet out to pay.

"Thank you Dad," I said giving him a hug. "Do you want to carry the shopping?"

"Er, no, perhaps you better had," he answered, a little red in the face.

"Right then Dad, do you need any new underwear whilst we are here?"

"No thank you baby, what I have does the job."

"Okay, you don't fancy finding something a bit racy for when Mum comes back, something that means she won't be able to resist you and drags you up to your bedroom?"

"Jess!" Dad exclaimed, and I laughed and linked my arm through his.

"Oh Dad, lighten up, you know that you will have missed her," I said as we walked thought the throngs of people back towards the car, narrowly missing some, bumping into others.

"Oh, let's pop in here," I said to Dad, steering him into River Island. I wanted a new short dress, an alternative to the one I was wearing now, and I found just the thing and it was in my size. A pink V necked strappy dress that was nicely short. I held it over me and looked in one of the few mirrors in the shop. Yes. Perfect. I would model it for Dad later.

In the car I realised that my dress could ride up if I slid back on the seat, and so I did exactly that, I slid back on the seat. My crotch on view to anyone who would care to look. There was only one person who could look, I purposefully looked straight ahead so I wouldn't know if he did or didn't. I just hoped he would.

Did he or didn't he? Look? I didn't know and just the thought of it had me all excited and feeling unnecessary. When I got home I gave Dad a kiss then rushed upstairs and stripped all my clothes off and stood in my bedroom deciding what underwear to try first.

The new dress didn't really warrant a bra, its strap would be visible at the back, I mean, I could wear one if I really wanted to. I decided against. The black knickers actually went better with the dress than the red, but I decided on the sheer white, they went better than the nude. I pulled them on, slipped the dress on, and did the tie up around my back.

A twirl in front of the mirror, excellent, and I went down stairs.

"Here we are Dad" I said twirling around in front of him, "watcha think?"

"Crikey," Dad gasped, "it's a bit revealing."

"Oh Dad, is that really a bad thing?" I gave another twirl and I know that my hem rose up and he would have seen my new sheer knickers. I flopped down in the armchair opposite and buried myself into reels, or so Dad would have thought. I was actually using the camera to watch him.

Dad's eyes were definitely on the gap below my hem, good. Let him look, it won't hurt him. Get his blood flowing. I sat on the chair, my legs apart, daydreaming about Dad's bulge. I had seen many a dick, handled a few, enveloped some, but never Dad's. Until recently that had never occurred to me, now it felt like an obsession.

Dad coughed and got up. "Just popping upstairs sweetie," he said.

I pretended to look up from my phone, "okay Dad," I said and watched him go, his back turned to me as soon as he stood. Did I see him adjust himself as he went upstairs? I think I did. I gave him around five minutes and then I quietly followed up. His door was almost, but not quite, shut. I could see his reflection through the gap.

I smiled and picked my phone up and put my camera on maximum zoom. Dad was laying on his bed, his trousers and underpants down and hanging off one foot. At last, I could see his dick, his hand was moving up and down pretty quickly. I had Dad wanking on camera, oh, I could watch and watch and watch this at my leisure.

All too soon Dad groaned and his cum spurted out of the end of his dick. I stopped recording and quietly went back downstairs. I knew which one of the stairs creaked, and I always made a point of avoiding it. Back in the lounge on my chair, legs curled beneath me, a little more comfortable and mission accomplished.

I put my buds in and played back my recording and had a good close look at Dad's dick, caught in the reflection in his mirrors. Meaty, I had suspected as much. I had handled bigger, Josh Biggins had a big dick, but that wasn't the point, that hadn't been Dad's, this was, and from what I could tell, it was actually longer than Josh's, but Josh's had been very fat and a bit of a squeeze to fit it inside.

Dads looked much better. A good length and a reasonable girth. His foreskin rolling back and revealing his purple end, a treat to savour. Being zoomed the resolution was not brilliant, but it was better than I had seen before and was enough for my imagination to work with.

I heard Dad's mobile ring, it was Mum's ring tone, and then muted voices as Dad spoke to her, I wondered if it was facetime, would she see Dad had his trousers off and dick out, or would he only show his face. Then silence, and then Dad on the stairs, yes, there was the creaky step.

"Hello baby," Dad said as he came into the room. I pulled my ear buds out and turned to him.

"Yes Dad."

"Your mother has just rung. She is coming home tonight, she will stay here tonight and tomorrow and then go back Wednesday morning for another week. The health visitor is coming tomorrow and Fliss wants to be out of the way when she is there. She says to make sure anything you want washing is in the laundry and she will do that whilst she is here.

Fliss is what Dad calls Mum, her name is Felicity, not such a common name these days. I am Jess, short for Jessica, and Dad is Greg, short for Gregory.

"Okay Dad, is she getting tea?"

"Yes, fish and chips. She will be home by six, so we are to put the plates in to warm."

"Perfect. See, I told you that you would be excited to see Mum, your face is all flushed." I laughed to myself, I knew fully well why Dad's face was flushed, and it hadn't been Mum that had caused it, it had been his daughter.

"I'm just going up for a shower Dad," I said, "and then I will sort the plates and stuff out, just let me go and get washed first."

Mum and Dad had an ensuite in their bedroom, so the family bathroom was pretty much mine to use. It had a shower over the bath, Mum and Dad had a shower cubicle rather than a bath, and the whole family bathroom was filled with my toiletries. Mum always said I should put them away, but why? What was the point?

In my room I stripped off my new dress and put it on a hanger and in my wardrobe, knickers I had only worn for a few minutes, so they didn't need to go into the wash yet. My other new knickers and bras I put in my lingerie drawer. I grabbed my robe and headed to the bathroom, just as Dad got to the top of the stairs. Oops, I was naked, oh well.

I pretended I hadn't noticed Dad and went into the bathroom, leaving the door half shut, half open behind me and hung my robe on the door and turned the shower on. I took the shower off its hook and sprayed myself, shivering when the shower sprayed against my clitoris, and I held it there and let my pleasures flow my breath holding in my throat until I could handle it no more and pressed my clitoris with my finger and my orgasm rolled through me.

I stood gasping as I recovered, gosh that had been a powerful one, I hadn't even had time to fantasise, it had been pure pleasures. I checked my mons and surrounds, I didn't need to shave, I would save that for after Mum had returned to baby duties at Auntie Pauline's. I got out of the shower, patted myself dry and put my robe loosely on, it sort of covered everything, sort of.

Dad's door was open and I could see him sat on the edge of his bed, looking out onto the landing reflected in his mirror. I pretended I hadn't noticed and undid my robe, opened it wide and then did it up more tightly, all as if it had been on wrong and I was correcting it. Dad would have had a full-frontal view. Back in my room I took my robe off and hung it up, back on with the knickers from this morning and a polo top and skirt. Much more Mum friendly.

After tea Mum was telling us about new baby Rupert. At this stage there isn't much to tell, it drinks milk, apparently Auntie Pauline is producing loads and has to express some and freeze it for later. That means that Mum can feed Rupert using a bottle whilst Auntie P has a rest. At the moment Rupert is in a bassinet and so can be easily moved from room to room.

"Their isn't really a lot happening at the moment," Mum said, "Rupert is basically mostly sleeping. Pauline is pretty tired and the other two are kind of getting in the way a lot."

The 'other two' are my cousins Amanda aged six and Gemma aged four.

"They just want to help, but, well, really Pauline is worried that they will hurt Rupert, and that if she keeps telling them to stop, that they will grow to resent Rupert. Anyway, she needs to show the Health Visitor that she can cope, hence me coming home until Wednesday morning.

Later that night I heard Mum and Dad shagging, the oohs and sighs, gasps and grunts percolated through my half open door. I got out of bed and padded silently onto the landing and looked through their partially open door. Thank goodness for their mirror door wardrobes.

Mum was on her knees and elbows and Dad was behind her, giving her a good doing. I was amused how his buttocks flexed as he shagged Mum, and as he thrust forward there was the familiar slap sound and Mum's gasp as he filled her. I found it utterly captivating, I had heard them shagging before and had just turned over and ignored it. Not now. Now I wanted to watch Dad.

Dad stopped and pulled back and he lay down next to Mum, Mum straddled him and reached down with her hand, presumably to guide his dick inside her. I couldn't see her face but Dad was smiling and gasped at one point, the moment of entry I assumed. Mum rocked back and forth and things were quieter, just moans and gasps, no slap sounds. I was fascinated watching Dad's dick disappear inside Mum's fanny.

After Mum went back to Auntie Pauline's things became quieter around home, Dad was watching Test Match cricket on the TV and I was just mooching around. Upstairs I walked around in just bra and knickers, downstairs I would add a blouse and skirt or a dress. No, I never wore Jeans or trousers, no way, I was working dad, not a building site.

I was upstairs and had just been to the loo, wiped and washed, and knickers back on and was heading back to my bedroom and almost literally bumped into Dad on the landing.

"Oh gosh Jess, you startled me," Dad said as I suddenly appeared out of the bathroom.

"Sorry Dad," I said giving him a hug and inadvertently pressing myself against his growing bulge.

Dad gulped and sort of pulled away a little, but I held on tight. I pressed as hard as I could against him, hugging him tight. "I do love you Dad," I said, "so very much," giving him a kiss on the cheek whilst sliding my hands down and holding his buttocks.

"Oh Jess," Dad sighed, his arms now around me, pulling me to him, "I love you so much, sometimes I fear too much."

"You can never love me too much Dad, I would do absolutely anything for you, you know that."

"There are some things we can't do baby girl."

"No there aren't Dad, we can do anything." I pressed myself harder against his dick, "anything Dad."

I looked up into his face and gently pressed my lips against his, my tongue outlining his purse. Dad seemed to sag and then he kissed back, his hands pressing my back to him.

"Anything?" He asked between kisses.