It was a day like any other for Jeff, he was at his daughter's house babysitting his 2 year old granddaughter Emma while his own daughter, Cynthia, was out running errands. He didn't really mind--he loved how involved his daughter wanted him to be with her f****y, and his granddaughter was the most well-mannered two year old he had ever known. The only thing that ate at him was how often his son-in-law was absent; always away on business leaving his daughter to fend for herself. It would be a bit different if he were actually successful at sales and could provide for his f****y--but somehow money was always short and Jeff found himself pitching in where he could--toys and diapers for the granddaughter, and even lately Cynthia was asking him to pay for a pottery class that she was taking at night. Again, he didn't mind; he wanted Cynthia to get out of the house a couple of nights a week and have an activity to do with other adults.
What quietly burned inside Jeff was the fact that his daughter never could pick the right guy, it was always the asshole that never really cared for her--and it was all his fault.
He thought back to the day she was married--he was walking her down the aisle still confused why, at 22, she would be so eager to marry a guy she had known all of 3 months. It was not until a few months later--and at a full 7 months and 1 day from her wedding day, Emma was born. Jeff loved his granddaughter very much, but he saw the price that Cynthia had to pay--an absent father and husband, unable to fully support them and, worse still, he did not really see love in Cynthia's eyes for her husband Chris. It's at this point that most father's ask themselves 'Where did I go wrong' and 'What more could I have done?' But Jeff already knew where he went wrong with raising his daughter Cynthia, why she always went for the best looking guy with the worst of intentions. In fact, he could tell you the exact day.
It was not even 10am on a busy day at his office when he received a call from Cynthia's high school principal. He informed Jeff that she was suspended for wearing inappropriate clothing to school and that he'd have to come by right away to pick her up. There was nothing he could do but call his wife and have her pick Cynthia up. He knew he was a pushover when it came to his daughter--she was obviously trying to avoid the wrath of her mother by having her principal call him, but he simply couldn't pull himself away from work. How he regretted that decision in retrospect...
His wife Audrey was constantly over-reacting to everything as Cynthia reached adulthood. Turning 18 several months before graduation had given her a sense of freedom she had not yet earned, and she was constantly testing boundaries with her mother--boundaries Jeff thought were appropriate for a young girl that would soon be out in the world and learning lessons on her own. 'Better to make mistakes now, where the consequences are much less...' he would constantly say to his wife, only to receive a s**thing rebuttal in return. Then she would launch into what a pushover he was with her, how it was not enabling her to make her own decisions, it was just coddling her. 'Seriously Jeff, you still have that ridiculous nickname you've been calling her since she was 5--it's not normal to call your 18 year old daughter 'Babygirl' anymore.' He just rolled his eyes, his wife never seemed to understand that no matter how old Cynthia was, she would always be his little girl; more precisely his 'babygirl.'
This day was altogether different. When he got home at 7pm that night, he could tell his wife was visibly upset and his daughter upstairs in her bedroom--probably crying her eyes out, he said to himself. After calming his wife down from her erratic explanation, he assured her that this was just yet another boundary she was testing and that clothing was a sign of individuality and adulthood. Audrey's eyes went wide, 'you haven't seen what she was wearing Jeff! She looked like a complete SLUT.' He cringed at the harsh words coming from his wife. He reassured himself that it wasn't that bad, and went upstairs, knocking on Cynthia's door, Audrey close behind him.
'Go away' she said between sobs, crying on her bed, in just a t-shirt and gym shorts, her outfit balled up lying on her bedroom floor.
'Babygirl, I just want to talk' Jeff said, his wife already giving him a disappointed look before the conversation even started. 'Cynthia, I'm coming in okay?' he said opening the door and walking inside.
'Daddy I don't want to talk about it, you won't understand.'
Her mother already chiming in 'Oh I understand perfectly, you meant to look like a little TRAMP and embarrass us as parents.'
Jeff shot back quickly, 'Audrey, quiet. This isn't about YOU, so let's see what Cynthia has to say.'
Cynthia loved her father so very much, especially at moments like these. He always seem to implicitly understand her, what she needed, how as she straddled being an k** all her life and was now an adult--how confused she was. She wasn't exactly sure how to articulate it, but she knew that she wanted more attention, and that she craved it from boys. All her life there was only her father, hugs, encouragement, he was there at every turn for her emotionally, psychologically, even physically when she needed a hug. It was her mother that started putting an end to their relationship as soon as she was 13. All of the sudden it wasn't lady like to come bouncing up to daddy as he came home from work, sitting on his lap telling him about her day and all that happened in his life.
In all honesty, Jeff missed it too. But Cynthia was an early bloomer and that did not escape him and especially not Audrey. All of the sudden it was inappropriate for her to sit on his lap or hug as often as they did. Fast forwarding to Cynthia at 18--she was a gorgeous 5'5 blonde with 32C-25-36 measurements. Bouncing up to daddy and throwing her arms around him usually meant her sizeable teenage breasts being pressed against him. While Jeff wasn't sure about his daughter's bra size, he knew his wife was a B cup at most and that his daughter's tits were much bigger. It was almost as if Audrey was jealous of the attention he lavished on Cynthia; and constantly interrupting any bonding moment a father and daughter might have together.
At any rate, Cynthia started to explain to her parents in the most subtle way that she could that she was 18, an adult now, and could choose her own wardrobe. Audrey stared daggers at Jeff sitting on Cynthia's bed, touching her hand as he calmed her and explained that, while she was an adult that could make her own decisions, that those decisions came with consequences. Namely that she was suspended from school and that it was unacceptable for him, as a parent, to have a c***d without a high school diploma.
She nodded, agreeing with his logic when her mother burst in with 'Jeff she is NOT going to get off the hook that easy, you didn't see what she was wearing!'
Jeff, looking at Cynthia with his back turned to his wife, rolled his eyes and then casually turned around saying 'She learned her lesson, there will still be consequences here at home in addition to her suspension at school.'
His wife stomped her way over to the floor where Cynthia's outfit laid and picked it up--a purple top with jean skirt--nothing that stood out immediately to Jeff. He looked back at Cynthia with a short laugh... 'So what was the big deal?' Audrey immediately threw the clothes at Cynthia, demanding that she put them on. Jeff rolled his eyes again, walking out of the room, 'Alright, alright, go ahead and put it on.' As Audrey walked out of the room, satisfied with the resolution and knowing Jeff would be outraged just as much as she was, Jeff turned to close the door and saw how nervous his daughter was at putting on the outfit in question.
He didn't think much of it until he heard a soft voice say 'Okay, come in daddy.'
There stood Cynthia at the center of her bedroom, her flawless 18 year old body facing away from him. The purple top open at the neckline and falling off her left shoulder, the jean skirt barely long enough to cover her bottom, and a little white gstring poking out the top of her skirt. He stood there, speechless, staring at his little girl as she turned around to face him. His eyes immediately roaming over her tight teenage body, but staring incredulously at her pert 34C tits—it was so loose around the neckline that it was falling off her shoulder. He felt his cock twitch in his shorts, knowing that he shouldn't think about his little girl as the desirable woman she was--assuring himself that it was only a natural reaction. He was regaining his senses, looking up at her beautiful face, her golden blonde hair falling in front of her face, partially hiding her innocent smile. A smile so innocent that it could only be an attempt to compensate for the incredibly naughty outfit she had on...
Too many seconds had passed before Jeff had said anything, and his wife grew more and more certain that her husband's eyes were not objectively evaluating their daughter's outfit, but rather enjoying what he was seeing in front of him. 'Jeff!' she exclaimed, before growing even more hysterical. "She's your OWN DAUGHTER for Christ sakes!' Jeff immediately took his eyes off his daughter, responding curtly to Audrey that it was an inappropriate but that didn't change anything he said prior to seeing it.
'She's still grounded and suspended like she should be.'
But the damage was already done. From that point on, Jeff felt ashamed for those few precious seconds he looked at his daughter, knowing he shouldn't have. Audrey grew further apart from Jeff, assured that he was some sort of pervert and certainly not interested in her anymore. And worse still, Jeff distanced himself from Cynthia, and valuable lessons of right and wrong, especially when it came to getting the right kind of attention from the right boys went unlearned....
It was only months before Cynthia's wedding, 4 years later, that Audrey had died in a car accident. It was a shock to Jeff for certain, but there was little love left in their marriage. Cynthia, who had long since dropped out of community college in a neighboring town, came back for the funeral. She stayed with her father for a couple of weeks, both of them still not addressing that fateful day, and she eventually got a place with some friends while waiting tables at a local steakhouse. She was constantly going out to all the wrong clubs, looking for all the wrong kinds of attention, and finally met Chris. From there--well I suppose that brings us to Jeff at present.
With Cynthia still not home from her grocery run, and Emma already down for the evening, he went to Cynthia's computer in the living room to check his email. He was surfing through some recent articles on the European debt crisis, knowing his portfolio was a little overexposed to financial institutions in both France and Switzerland. "Thank god that at least the Swiss kept their own currency' he said to himself as he saved one relevant article to the desktop. He was writing a quick email to a client, then clicked 'attach to email' when a previous directory came up. His life, at that moment, changed forever. The most recent attachments all came from this folder--and it was filled with nude and semi-nude photos of Cynthia. He cock stirred in his boxers, just like they did 7 years ago. He knew he should pry any further, but something deep inside him made him find the root directory and start scrolling through the photos of his 25 year old daughter....
His cock was only growing inside his pants as the photos got more and more 'lewd.' He tried to assure himself that was the proper word for what he was seeing; trying to convince himself that he didn't find his daughter's body attractive. About halfway through, he was in for another surprise--the photographer started to enter the shots; and they were not Cynthia's husband Chris. It was some other man. His jaw dropped; he had never cheated on Audrey, even after their loveless marriage grew apart. How could his own daughter drift so far from any sense of moral decency? He remembered the asshole husband she did have, but this was about more than that. She was obviously bouncing from terrible guy to even more terrible guy. Right then and there, Jeff decided something had to be done. Valuable lessons that she should have learned at 18, before she left her parents house, would need to be taught--and not just for Cynthia's sake, but Emma as well. She couldn't grow up with Cynthia as an example--she would turn out the exact same way. He sent a couple of pictures with her and this mysterious boy toy to his own private email address, and quickly cleared the entire cache before shutting down her computer. When Cynthia came home, Jeff quietly and quickly helped put everything away, assuring her that Emma was a perfect angel and had been sound asl**p for the last hour. He left rather quickly, but Cynthia didn't seem to understand why.
It was only a couple of days later when Cynthia called Jeff to ask to babysit Emma, yet again. This was a typical Thursday night--it was Cynthia's pottery class. She was gathering her things up quickly while Emma played on the living room floor with some toys, giving her father some hurried instructions for the evening. Jeff wanted to say something, but decided to wait until after she came home. He still was uncertain of what to say, or how to teach his lesson, although he had the general idea and realized that he would need her full attention.
It was at 9pm, the time when Cynthia usually got home, that he got a text on his phone stating that she would be home in an hour--that she was going out with some classmates for after-class drinks. He rolled his eyes, wondering how she could lie to her own father, and decided to add 'lying' to the list of things he would need to correct. At 10pm, another text explaining 'Just another hour, sorry PopPop!' He grew more impatient, and while he loved how Emma called him 'PopPop' instead of grandpa (which he felt was appropriate--after all at 45 he was NOT that old), he resented it coming from Cynthia. He remembered a time when she was a good girl and called him daddy--things were so much easier then. He decided to add it to the ever growing list.
At 11:45, he heard a car roll up the driveway, quickly dropping her off and without much thought pull back out, leaving Cynthia in the driveway.
'Shit!' Cynthia thought to herself, realizing she had on her 'going out top' on, and a pair of skintight jeans. Definitely not the clothes she left the house in. She also knew she had kept her father waiting longer than she had promised, so he would probably be waiting up for her. She glanced down at her top, it was soft black material lightly d****d over her now 34D tits, exposing them from the side as well as showing her cleavage from the front. Cynthia loved how after breast feeding Emma they never seemed to reduce back to their old size of 32C. And while they were heavier, they were still perky as ever. In fact, there was no wearing a bra with THIS top. She loved the effect it had on men--free drinks at the bar, getting out of a speeding ticket--getting attention was never a problem. She quickly came back down to earth and decided the only way to do this was to go straight through the front door, claiming that she had to go to the bathroom quickly--no way could her dad see her in this top.
She opened the front door, shocked to find her father standing directly in front of her. Her eyes wide, almost full of shock, uncertain of what her plan was,
Jeff flicked on the light to both the porch and the living room. 'How was your evening Cynthia?' He asked in a lower tone of voice, letting her know that the question was rhetorical. His eyes glanced down at his daughter in her little top, silently adding it to his list, and slowly realizing that this was the logical starting point for his talk.
'Daddy!' the words almost u*********sly coming out of her mouth like she was 18 again, being caught sneaking out. 'I.. Umm... It was fine, I just really have to pee!' she said trying to walk past her father as he stood in front of her.
'Certainly' he responded, letting her pass. As she ran up the stairs he said 'hurry back down, I need to leave soon. And don't bother changing...' Jeff added the last point for emphasis.
'Shit!' She said to herself, going through the motions in the bathroom and quickly flushing the toilet and giving herself a look in the mirror as the water ran. She tried to gather a bit of confidence and started putting a story together. She walked downstairs, asking her dad if Emma had been a little angel and went to bed without much protest, Jeff assured her that she had. He was sitting on the couch a kitchen chair brought into the living room and placed only 2 feet away from where he sat.
'Have a seat Cynthia, I was hoping to talk to you.'
'Yeah I'm really sorry about how late I was, it was just a great night with some girls from class--we went out for a few too many drinks, but Rebecca drove us all home so no worries.' She said hesitating at sitting down in the chair.
'That's nice, now why don't you sit down and tell me about your evening Cynthia.'
A wave of doubt and guilt started to fill in her stomach--she felt EXACTLY like a teenager again. She sat down, her arms folded over themselves, trying to hide her naughty little going out top. She sat there, directly across from her father, his eyes on hers, not saying a word and waiting for her to speak. 'It was a good time, just a couple of drinks with some girlfriends from class--you know.'
'I'm glad you had a good time,' Jeff started in, glancing down at his daughter's luscious globes barely covered by her loose fitting top. He looked back up at her, watching her squirm in her chair. Despite being a 25 year old woman and mother of one, he noticed how nervous she looked--like she was a teenager all over again. 'Are you okay Cynthia? You seem very nervous all of the sudden, is something wrong?' He asked quizzically, his cock growing inside his boxers and slacks. He tried to put the thought of getting hard out of his mind--he was focused on what his daughter needed right now--someone to talk to and help get her on the right track.
'No, just wanting to change into something and get ready for bed.' She replied, feeling his eyes roam over her tits. While she obviously felt uncomfortable with her dad seeing her in her top, she still felt excited at the attention--she always felt excited when she could wear something that would f***e a man's eyes to her tits. She tried to suppress it for the time being, telling herself that it was her father not just some guy at the bar.
'You're not comfortable in this then? I mean, you did change INTO this top when you left, didn't you Cynthia?' Jeff replied, luring her into his trap.
'Well, I wear it when I go out. Not for pottery class, obviously dad....' She said unable to look him in the eye.
'I think I understand,' he said coldly, 'you change into this to meet strange men that give you a few nights of attention, right?'
'I don't know what you're talking about' she quickly retorted, the sinking feeling in her stomach growing even stronger, still unable to look her father in the eye.
Jeff picked up his smart phone, tapped a few keys and put it back down. Seconds later her phone beeped with a new text message. She opened it and immediate saw a picture of Thomas, her latest fuck, arm stretched out, smile on his face, and her mouth wrapped around her mouth. 'I found it while checking my email' Jeff quipped, answering a question she never asked aloud, but was ultimately curious about.
The sinking feeling in her stomach doubled over, she was absolutely mortified. 'Daddy I can explain.' the 25 year old Cynthia pleaded, her voice slipping into that of a guilty teenager, her mind subconsciously using the word 'daddy' when she hadn't used it in years.
'You don't need to Cynthia--I already know what you're going to say.' He sighed, in response. 'You are addicted to the attention, you love how men look at you, you want them to want you--and you dress and play the part. You are sacrificing your own marriage to your addition.' He stressed, letting his words sink in.
Tears rolled from her eyes, not only knowing that he was right, but that her addiction went much deeper. There was something about the a****listic look when a man stared at her tits--and mostly her ability to make a man's cock rock hard, the fact she could do it with such ease. Flirting was one thing, and she had done it hundreds of times, but once she saw a cock that she had made hard, she had to have it. She thought about Thomas, obviously out for just a fling with a married woman--no need to take on her baggage that way. She knew her father was right, and continued to sob.
'Stand up, arms at your sides Cynthia' she heard her father say. She obeyed instinctively, standing in front of her father. 'Now take your top off.' He instructed, not a hint of emotion in his voice.
Her eyes wide at the request, 'But.. But...' she stammered between sobs, 'I don't understand.'
'You want this kind of attention don't you Cynthia? You want men to look at your body, to want every inch of it, so show it to me.' He said, knowing this would be the hardest lesson he ever had to teach, and that he should have done it years ago--but he would have to stick to the plan. She looked at him, almost completely helpless, as if trying to say something. But he sat in front of her, looking up at her with a stone face, expecting her top off. She grasped the flimsy material and pulled it up over her head, her youthful 25 year old breasts bouncing softly as she put her arms back at her sides. 'How big are your breasts Cynthia?' he inquired, staring up at them, his breathing increasing and his cock solidifying in his pants.
'34D' she said sheepishly, not able to look him in the eye.
'Your jeans too, Cynthia.' He said in that same monotone voice. This time something inside her told her not to protest, but to just unzip and slide them off. She wiggled the waist past her hips and let them fall past her knees, down around her ankles, and stepped out of them.
'And this is the kind of attention you want?' Jeff asked with a bit of anger in his voice, his daughter starting to sob again, unable to answer him. He wondered how far he would have to go with her to prove his point, and her lack of response to his latest question made him decide to confront his own demons. He stood up in front of her, peeling his shirt over his head, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly--he grasped the waistband of his slacks and his boxers with his thumbs and took his pants down.
Cynthia looked on in absolute astonishment as her father removed his clothes in front of her. At 45 he looked a full 10 years younger--a fairly flat stomach and good build let her know he was in great shape, but she was completely unprepared for what happened next. As his pants slide down from his waist, his 8.5 inch cock (which was also almost 1.25 inches in diameter) sprang out and slapped against his stomach. She inhaled sharply; it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen in her entire life.
After a couple of seconds of looking at one another--Jeff completely naked and his 25 year old daughter in just a pair of black lace boy-cut panties, he tried to make his point. He swallowed the lump in his throat, looking his daughter in the eye and said 'Cynthia you're a gorgeous woman, and it is only natural for any man, even your dad, to react physically to how you look. I used to be so ashamed of myself, and your mother used to beat me up for trying to deny the simple fact that you're attractive. But sex, love, meaningful relationships are about more than physical attraction. It's about the other person genuinely caring for you AND being physically attracted to you.' He was looking at his daughter, he knew this last ditch effort to explain things to his daughter was extreme, but he felt a sense of pride in confronting his shame and helping her understand love. As he looked at his daughter's face, he could not tell if the lesson had registered, and doubt plagued him as seconds of silence passed.
Cynthia's bare chest heaved as her breathing increased rapidly--she was staring at her father's growing erection--an erection that she caused with her own sexy body. Her pussy flooding with wetness, knowing that she wanted her own father's cock inside her and trying to justify it to her conscious thoughts and the shred of morality that was left. Her father's speech was not lost on her--she listened to every word and that only made her longing worse. His final thought that love was about someone who genuinely cared for her and was attracted to her physically tore down the last barrier that was left in her mind--she knew that her father was the only man in her life to ever care for her, and his rock hard cock in front of her half naked body meant that he was also physically attracted to her.
'Cynthia?' Jeff asked, wondering where her mind had been, her thoughts obviously not being translated into speech. A couple of seconds had passed, and without a word, he watched in shock as the lesson that he had so carefully prepared for his daughter went dangerously off track--as she silently looked up into his eyes and slid down onto her knees directly in front of him--never breaking eye contact. 'Ohhhh god Babygirl no!' he pleaded, feeling the guilt build up inside him but unable to move. He knew that he should have calculated the possibility she could be so addicted to sexual attention that she would want her own father--but he had dismissed the thought outright, preferring not to consider it.
Cynthia grasped the base of her father's penis, bring the tip of his dick to her mouth and lightly touching it with her tongue. She could feel the electricity move from her hand, from her tongue, through his cock and then register throughout his body as he pleaded with her. She loved the power she had over most men, especially at this point, but this was altogether new--and yet seemed like it had almost always been there; even while she was growing up. She looked up at her father, putting the entire head of his cock inside her mouth, her baby blues locked with his deep azure eyes. She closed her eyes while squeezing the base of his shaft, her mouth sliding further down his cock, not even making it halfway down.
'Uhhhhhh god Cynthia, what are you doing?' Jeff protested, watching his little girl take half his cock inside her mouth.
She slid his dick out of her mouth, looking up at her father, answering him, 'You're physically attracted to me, and you care about me, don't you daddy? Doesn't that make you the right man for me?' she asked in an incredibly innocent voice. Her eyes roaming over her father's cock, noticing every vein straining against his skin as she squeezed the base of his cock, not waiting for an answer to her question as she put it back inside her mouth and continued to suck him. It was such a magnificent cock, she thought to herself, letting her left hand slide down your tummy, down the front of her black lace panties, cupping her pussy--feeling how wet she was while she sucked her daddy off.
His eyes rolling back into his head at the pleasure his little girl was giving him, 'but.. but...' he stammered, 'but it's wrong. You're sooo beautiful and I care so much about you, but that doesn't mean we can act on our physical attraction... Cynthia I'm you're father...' His voice trailing off as his daughter's protest silently continued--her mouth carefully sliding up and down his shaft, wet with her saliva while her pussy was wet with her own juices.
After several seconds he felt his balls twitch under the onslaught--'Cynthia please, you have to stop' he said nearly begging, yet unable to wrest himself free from the loving grasp of his daughter's mouth around his cock. 'You HAVE to stop, you're.. you're going to make daddy cum... Do you understand?' he said trying to appeal to any sense of morality left in her and what the implications of such an act would be. It only turned her on to think about making her father cum, her left index finger now furiously circling over her little button underneath her panties. She stuck her tongue out while keeping her mouth around his cock, resting half his entire length on her tongue as the top of his cock slid past her top lip.
Jeff had never had such an expert blowjob, but this went much deeper than that. He couldn't process the thought, however, as more and more bl**d escaped his brain and ran down to his rock hard cock, the cock that was inside his beautiful daughter's mouth. He looked down, completely lost in lust, watching her take his cock, her 34D tits slowly bouncing as she moved back and forth on it, and her hand inside her panties, fingering her pussy while she sucked him off. As soon as he felt her tongue envelop the lower half of his shaft, he knew was going to cum. The pressure to give in had given way as his hand reached down, running through her hair, and slowly he started to thrust against her hot little mouth, making himself cum.
'Uhhhh babygirl, I'm cumming' was the only announcement he could make between breaths and Cynthia readied herself--she wanted her daddy's cum as soon as she saw his perfect cock. He continued to fuck her face for just a split second before he let loose--her lips wrapped tightly around the tip of his cock as she stroked the entire length of his shaft. Then suddenly cum erupted from his cock inside her mouth. It was too much of a load for her to handle, so before she started to choke, she pulled her mouth away just as another hot white rope of cum erupted from her father's cock, landing squarely on her nose, oozing down both of her cheeks. He pulled away just in time to land the last shot of cum on her magnificent breasts.
Looking down at his daughter, covered in his own cum, smiling up at him with the same innocent face she had when growing up--it was just too much for Jeff.. 'What have I done?!' He exclaimed to himself, quickly getting his pants on, grabbing his shirt and flying out the door...
It was several days later after the 'incident' and her father hadn't returned a single one of her calls. She hadn't left a voicemail because she wasn't sure of what to say--and he hadn't pick up for the same reason. Cynthia was especially distraught because during and even now, after sucking her father off, nothing felt 'wrong' about it at all. She knew she crossed the taboo barrier of 'i****t,' but this was a societal label for something only she and her father could understand. If anything, this was the best, albeit short-lived relationship she had ever had--because deep down she knew that he loved her and that it was not just physical. But god, how she loved how physical it was between them that night. Almost every night that week she thought back to her father's magnificent cock, sliding in and out of her mouth until he came not only in her mouth, but all over her face and tits. She had made herself cum over and over again at that same moment--remembering the feel of his white hot cum in her mouth, swallowing it, and letting it run down her face and her tits. It saddened her to think about the possibility it would never happen again--but if that's what she had to do to keep her father in her life--and Emma's too, perhaps it was time she became responsible and faced her addiction head on so that she could save whatever relationship remained with her father. She sighed at the thought, he really did have the perfect cock--would be such a shame never to see it again.
Cynthia decided to call again, but this time she was going to leave a message. 'Hi Dad, it's me. Look, I know things got a little... Out of control the other night, but I want you to know that what you said got through to me. I ended everything with Thomas, I told him that I didn't want to see him ever again. And.. Well, I'm leaving Chris. I know that it will be just Emma and me, but it's better that way--I don't want her to grow up the wrong way--I want her to understand what love is. So, thank you Dad--for everything.' She hung up the phone, certain in what she had said and also noted that she had not once apologized for anything as she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.
Jeff, still completely distraught over what happened, kept telling himself that he should have done something that night. Instead he just stood there and; well, enjoyed it. He knew that his lesson was risky, showing his daughter his erection went well past the normal social boundaries, but he thought it would be highly effective in proving his point about physical attraction. He never imagined that Cynthia would have put his manhood inside her mouth--or did he imagine it but not consider it as a possibility? Mental pictures of his daughter between his legs, sucking him until he blew his load all over her beautiful 25 year old body were still vivid in his mind, causing erection after erection. He had even jerked off once or twice thinking about her; ending up more ashamed afterwards.
When he heard the phone ring he didn't answer--again--but after the voicemail registered on his phone, he eagerly picked it up and listened to what Cynthia had to say. Tears welled in his own eyes--despite how many lines were crossed that night, she did learn her lesson and was turning her life around. He immediately felt the guilt melt away. He felt vindicated, justified in what had occurred between a father and his daughter--it was a sort of 'shock therapy' that had gotten Cynthia back on the right track. His mind glossing over the fact it was the most beautiful woman he had ever met giving him the best blowjob he had ever had.
He called her back, expressing his happiness and apologizing for how far the lesson had gone, how he had never meant for it to end the way it did. Cynthia brushed that aside, explaining to him that things had been miserable for her for awhile--that she never really felt happy, just momentary and fleeting glances of it with attention from men. How she knew he was right and that she wanted to look for love that would last much longer and even after the guy came. Jeff nervously laughed, again overjoyed with Cynthia's turn around. He agreed to come over so they could talk more.
Cynthia had tears of joy in her eyes after the call with her father. She thought she might have lost him forever to guilt and shame--before she died, her mother had done plenty of that to her father and he had never done anything except take an interest in his daughter's life. It suddenly dawned on her, that day so many years ago--when she was suspended from school. That was the day her mother put an end to any relationship she could have had with her father. She also remembered the outfit she had on that day--how it was the very first of many that she would own over the years in an effort to get the wrong kind of attention from men. Her father would be over in a few minutes, so she hurried upstairs, looking through her closet, trying to find the source of her problems.
Jeff arrived, finding Emma playing with some duplo blocks on the living room carpet, a bright smile and the words 'PopPop' filling the room. He smiled and sat down next to her, hugging her as his daughter quickly bounding down the steps into the living room. She was in some plain pink sweats and tshirt--that had macaroni and cheese stains from Emma's earlier refusal at the high chair. Cynthia hugged Jeff like she never had before--as if she lost him for years and suddenly found him again. 'I must look like a real mess' she said sheepishly as she finally pulled away from their embrace.
Her father looked at her shirt and smiled, 'It's a badge of motherhood, you look great Cynthia.' She blushed at the compliment, feeling pride and loving her father even more for noticing how, despite all her faults, she strived to be a good mother for Emma. She realized that was the sort of feeling she wanted from a man, and that once again, it was her dad that made her feel it.
They sat on the couch and talked while Emma played, subjects ranged from what she was going to do after the divorce, what pre-school Emma would go to, and so on. By 8pm it was bedtime for Emma so Cynthia took her upstairs, putting her down, and walking into her own room.
Jeff was thumbing through some of Emma's c***dren's book, completely not understanding some of the themes or lessons inherent. He chalked it up to getting older, but as he heard Cynthia coming down the stairs he commented 'What ever happened to Dr. Seuss? It was silly and full of imagination but grounded in life lessons. I used to love reading those to you when you were youn.....' His comment trailing off as he turned his head over the couch to look at his daughter approaching. She was in the same outfit she was from high school--the tight little purple top with the wide open neckline falling over her shoulder, the little jean skirt barely covering her legs with a white gstring poking out the top. He noted that is was the EXACT outfit from her high school suspension, because at 25, she was no longer an 18 year old girl. The plunging neckline of the top, drapped over her right shoulder exposed her breast just a little too much--her pink areolas just barely visible--and her 34Ds were obviously not contained by a bra. The jean skirt was also looking very short on her long, nicely tanned thighs, and he would never have the heart to say it was a bit tight around the waist--Cynthia looked amazing at 25 and after one k**. No one could pull off an outfit like this from their high school days. Jeff felt that same twinge in his cock--from the night just a few days ago, but it was also the same one he had when she was 18. He looked up at her, unable to speak, completely debilitated by her sweet and innocent face and the addition of pigtails in her long hair--loosely bundled but falling down either side of her head on her shoulders.
Cynthia, registering the concern she saw on her father's face quickly chimed in, 'Daddy don't be upset. I know how you feel about--what happened last week. I just--well you remember this outfit? From when I was suspended in highschool?' She saw just a nod from him, no words. 'Well, I kind of realized as we talked that this was the day when we started to grow apart, when mom went completely berserk and I never--well I never really learned my lesson and it just sort of went downhill from there. You were never there to help me.'
'Babygirl I'm so sorry' he said forgetting for a moment that he was talking to his 25 year old daughter and not his 18 year old. The pigtails were making it increasingly difficult for him as more bl**d slipped from his brain into his growing cock.
'Daddy it's okay' she said cutting him off. 'It was really mom overreacting and not letting you do your job. And she made you feel ashamed for--well looking a bit too long at me in my outfit' she said blushing a bit. 'I knew that she was using guilt to keep you from being my dad, and you said it yourself the other night--there is no shame in admitting the simple fact that I'm an attractive woman.'
'That's true,' Jeff reluctantly said, adjusting in his seat to ease the comfort of his 8.5 inches bulging in his pants, 'I guess I'm letting go of that guilt, but that still doesn't change the fact that what happened after that was wrong.' He added f***efully.
Cynthia didn't agree, but continued 'I know you feel that way, and I don't want to do anything where I might lose you again--I just want to start over where we left off daddy.' She said with pleading in her voice. 'You were never really around for me until last week--when you finally stepped in to be my dad again.'
Tears welled up in both their eyes, Jeff completely disarmed and releasing that he hadn't done anything or said anything to correct the path Cynthia was on before last week. 'I promise that I will always be there for you Cynthia.' He finally said, watching his daughter smile back at him. Cynthia, in turn was completely relieved at the thought she would never loose him again--not like she did in highschool, and not like she did after last week.
She finally broke the emotional moment by throwing her hands up in the air and doing a little turn, exclaiming 'So! Daddy, what do you think of my outfit? I think they went a bit overboard in suspending me, don't you?'
He laughed deeply, 'Babygirl I don't even know how they let you IN wearing an outfit like that. You are the picture of disruption--how is any 18 year old boy going to learn anything when you're in class dressed like that?' He loved how her nickname came back so easily for him, how it rolled off his lips with love.
She rolled her eyes, 'Daddy 18 year old boys get horny if they look at a table or chalkboard for too long. I hardly think that should be the measure of suspension.'
They both laughed, the years of separation seeming to wash away from their minds. He wasn't even feeling guilty about how hard he was in his jeans, something Cynthia noticed as well--the bulge in his jeans that he shifted into his right pant leg and was growing by the second, and how jovial he could be. 'But seriously Daddy, you have to tell me what is wrong with the outfit--we're starting from here, remember?' She added.
'Well I suppose I don't have your highschool's policy manual, but your top is a bit too loose, isn't it?'
She scoffed like any 18 year old would, 'That's just the style now, to hang one side off your shoulder like this.'
'So you can broadcast to boys that you're not wearing a bra?' he said doubtfully as he looked up at her. 'Which you're not, correct?'
She smiled at him coyly at him 'I've never needed a bra Daddy, my boobs stand up all on their own.' That fact was not lost on Jeff--he was amazed that, even after having Emma and her growing into a 34D as she breast fed, they were still perky and almost perfectly round.
He spoke a little slower, swallowing the lump in his throat, 'Cynthia it's not a matter of holding them up--I can see your nipple on your right breast--without a bra to cover them up you can see your nipples sweetie.' He explained.
She blushed a bit, looking down and noticing that he must be right. 'I'm sorry Daddy, I've gotten a big 'bigger' over the years, this outfit really doesn't fit me anymore. Maybe this was a bad idea.'
'No, not at all--you still look beautiful Cynthia, any woman would kill to be able to squeeze back into their high school clothes' He quickly chimed in, a bit more than eager on his part. Cynthia felt her pussy start to get wet at the compliment from her father--the man noticed everything about her that she loved. She tried to tell herself that this was just lust, but it was as if at every turn her dad knew what to say to make her feel good. Wasn't that love? Before she put more thought into it, she heard him comment 'And the skirt is much too short Babygirl. It's about 6 inches ABOVE the knee.' He added for emphasis.
She playfully measured out about 3 inches between her fingers and proceeded to bend down and count up from her knee--'1, 2, 3. It is almost exactly THREE inches above the knee Daddy!'
He rolled his eyes, telling her to come over to where he was on the couch. She dutifully stood in front of him as his fingers lightly touched her leg, measuring up her thigh gently, as he counted off 5 and a half inches. Cynthia loved the feel of even his fingertips on her legs, her pussy completely flooded from the touch--she new the front of her gstring would be completely soaked in a matter of minutes.
'See, it was not a full 6 inches Daddy, it's fine.' She said playfully.
'Let's see the back Babygirl.' Again she dutifully turned around, her cute little bubble butt poking out from underneath the skirt. 'Good god you bottom looks amazing in this Babygirl' he had blurted out. The 25 year old Cynthia absorbed the compliment, loving how she kept herself in shape and despite how tight it was around her waist, she loved that he noticed.
She had to remind herself to respond back in her best 18 year old voice 'Thanks Daddy!' and giggled a bit.
'But it's much too short for school. Can't you FEEL how short it is Cynthia?' he asked, puckering his lips and lightly blowing on the back of her thighs, the bottom of her ass cheeks that were poking out from underneath the jean skirt. Cynthia felt the cool air on her nearly bare bottom--only the tiny gstring running between her ass cheeks. She lied, 'No Daddy, not at all.' Jeff fingertips lightly grazed the back of her thighs, right beneath her bottom, then tugged at the jean skirt from the hem, like a concerned father trying to lengthen a skirt. His fingertips brushed against her bare ass cheeks as he claimed the skirt was much too short. Cynthia had to bite her lower lip to stop a moan from escaping her mouth.
Jeff was loosing a battle in his mind, the battle for what was 'right' and what 'wrong.' He was lost in how beautiful she was, how her body responded to his touch. And how wet he was making her. He inhaled her scent, knowing what this was doing to her. He knew he was crossing the Rubicon when he asked, his fingers still lightly brushing against her bare bottom, feigning like he was tugging at her skirt 'Babygirl you don't have on any panties, do you?'
Her breathing heavy as she stood facing away from her father, his fingertips pressing against her bottom from underneath her skirt, she collected herself before responding 'I do Daddy I promise I remembered panties--just not the bra.'
He quickly retorted, 'But your bottom is bare princess. What kind of panties don't cover your bottom, especially when you're wearing a skirt like this'
'It's just a different kind of panty Daddy, don't be so stuffy.' she said, smiling and turning around, trying to regain her composure. Remembering that they were there to talk about her outfit. She unclasped the button on her waist, then let her jean skirt fall past her knees, down around her ankles. She stood in front of her father in just a little white gstring and her top--completely forgetting how wet she was. The thin patch of material in front cover her pussy was soaked and completely see through at this point. Jeff stared at his little girls pussy, noting every detail he could through her semi-transparent gstring. She was completely bald, his mind drifting to thoughts of her at 18, if that day she had also shaved her pussy. God he loved the thought of that. He finally stammered, 'You're soooo wet aren't you Babygirl?'
'Yesss Daddy' she purred. He patted the couch seat next to him and she dutifully sat down next to him. He wanted to say something, anything, but instead placed his lips on his daughters and kissed her passionately--while slowly lowering her head down onto the couch. He smiled up at her, but her eyes were closed, already lost in the pleasure as his lips softly kissed her thighs, his hands tugging at her gstring. Without a word, she lifted her bottom off the sofa and he slid them off, her bald, wet pussy aching to be touched. He kissed it softly, sliding just one finger inside of her as he let his tongue circle overtop her clit. 'Uhhhhhh Daddy yes' was all that he heard as he continued to eat his little girl's pussy.
Cynthia sat up, peeling off her top and smiling down at Jeff. 'You love my titties, don't you daddy?' She playfully asked as she cupped them, squeezing them together while he licked her pussy.
He kept his finger inside her, slowly sliding in and out while lifting his mouth from her clit, his chin drenched in her own juices. 'Yessss, they're so beautiful Babygirl.'
He pressed his tongue against her slit, slowly dragging it from the very bottom all the way to the top, slowly circling it overtop her clit. 'Uhhhhhh Daddy, yes... And they are so much bigger than mommy's aren't they?' she asked, breathing heavier. He nodded, his mouth never leaving her pussy, his eyes looking up into hers as she played with her massive tits, kneading them, tugging gently at her nipples. 'Is this what you wanted that day? Your mouth on your little girl's pussy?' Cynthia knew she was going to cum soon and had to slow daddy down.
Jeff moved his mouth off her clit, 'Yessss, I know it's wrong but I just don't care. I've always wanted you Babygirl.'
'I want you too Daddy. But the first time you make me cum, I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me Daddy.'
Jeff stood up, taking off his shirt, unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them off his waist and slid them off. His cock was already bulging in his boxers, straining against the material. Cynthia looked up at him in complete adoration, 'That's it Daddy, pull them down, I want to see it.' His thumbs hooked into the elastic of his boxers, he slid them down, his 8.5 inch cock springing out as Cynthia's eyes grew wide. 'You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, you know. I loved sucking you off the other day. I've masturbated every day since thinking about your cock being inside me Daddy.'
He smiled down at her, grasping the base of his shaft, 'It's all yours Babygirl, it's all just for you now.' She cooed as he let the tip of his penis slide up and down over her hot, wet slit. There was no turning back now, he knew he had to have her. And without much more thought, he slowly parted her pussy with the tip of his cock, and inch by inch, buried his shaft inside his daughter.
'Ohhh my god Daddy!' she moaned as she felt his shaft slide inside her, he was so long, but also so wide. She had never been with a man that filled her little pussy like this. She trembled in pleasure as he brought it almost all the way out, before plunging it back in again. 'God you're so hard Daddy,' she remarked as she felt one of his bulging veins rub past her clit as he slid his cock in and out of her.
'Uhhhh its all because of you Babygirl, you make me so hard.' He looked down at his beautiful daughter as he continued to slide his cock in and out of her, she was alternating between looking up into his eyes, and then back down at his cock, covered in her wetness before plunging back inside her again.
Cynthia knew she was close to cumming, and said 'Daddy slow down.' Jeff's pace decreased, he was about to ask why when she added, 'I'm..... I'm soo close right now. And... Uhhhhh... I want you to cum at the same time. I want you to cum inside me Daddy.'
'Uhhh god sweetie I can't cum inside you. It's just.. I can't, that would be so wrong.' He said looking down at her.
Her legs wrapped around his torso while his cock was still inside her. 'Daddy, I love you. I loved having your cum in my mouth, all over my face, my titties. And I want you to cum inside my little pussy. Please Daddy?' she added for effect.
He had already given in before she added the 'please' and quickened his pace, fucking his daughter's pussy with reckless abandoned. She cooed with pleasure--partially from him giving in, but mostly from his hard cock sliding so quickly and easily into her hot wet pussy. She felt the orgasm slowly building inside her, her right hand stopped playing with her tits and slowly moved down to her clit, rubbing furiously overtop of it as her daddy fucked her. 'Oh my god yes, I'm going to cum Daddy. Make me cum on your cock, fuck your little girl.'
Jeff felt her pussy contracting around his cock which only made him fuck her faster, in and out of her hot wet slit, he knew he wouldn't last more than a few seconds like this.
And neither would Cynthia. 'Daddy yesss! yes! yes!' she cried out as the orgasm came over her like a wave. She felt her pussy tighten around her father's cock, looking up into his eyes, she begged him to cum inside her. 'Cum inside me Daddy, fill me up, make me your little girl again. Please, please, please.'
Jeff couldn't hold it in any longer, he groaned, bit his lower lip, and he buried his cock deep inside her. White hot ropes of cum erupted from the tip of his dick, filling up his daughter's pussy. 'Uhhhh god Babygirl, I'm cumming. Daddy is cumming inside you.'
She smiled in satisfaction as her father collapsed on top of her and they kissed passionately. Her life was finally on the right track--she had a man that loved her and a cure for all her daddy issues. It turned out all she needed was daddy's cum inside her pussy.