Mike watched Dot grow up. It feels like she went from "Dottie" to "Dot" overnight. He used to go out with Dottie's mother, Doris. They dated for six years, lived together for three. When the couple split, Mike moved out of the house, but wanted to stay close to the family so he bought a condo around the block.
These days, Doris's daughter, Dot, stays up late. Dot goes on dates. Dot likes to show off her body.
Dot sometimes visits Mike at his condo. They watch movies, play board games or video games. Just like they used to do back at the house.
Things between them start to change after the kiss.
It was the day after Dottie's birthday; Mike had gifted her a new pair of pink and white sneakers, just like the ones she'd recently outgrown. She went over to thank him and give him a hug. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and as she pulled away, her soft, pink lips brushed his stubbly face. He turned just in time to land on her mouth and she paused, eyes wide. Her lips tasted so sweet.
Dot smiles, coyly. Mike can't help it; he imagines Dottie naked, what her nipples might look like. Picturing her naked isn't difficult; he'd seen her naked plenty of times when she was a kid. Plus, she's wearing a tiny white tank top and short shorts. Suddenly, Mike wonders why she let him kiss her. Did she want something more?
Dottie shows up to Mike's place a week after their kiss. She's wearing a tight, light pink crop top that's so sheer he can see the bright red satin bra underneath and a different pair of shorts, red ones. When Mike looks closer at Dottie's red shorts, he realizes they aren't regular shorts at all but a pair of boxers. His boxers. He must have left them behind in the move out of Doris's place. They make Dot's tight little ass look amazing.
Mike doesn't wonder about their kiss anymore. He knows Dottie wants to fuck. Why else would she dress like that to come see him?
She comes inside and sits on the couch in front of the tv. Mike had a random sitcom on. Dottie asks if she could change the channel. "For a kiss," Mike tells her.
Mike:
"She blushes and I go over and plant one right on her pretty little pink lips. She blushes again and slides off the couch and onto the floor, rolling around and giggling. I watch her.
Dottie came by every day that week, each time finding a way to kiss me, sometimes twice, and then slinking off to the floor. She likes to show off her body. She likes to show it to me. She likes to finger the hem of her shirt and twist it around, and to tug at the front and sides of her waistband just to flash me a bit of the soft skin underneath.
I wanted to tear her apart. Rip off the clothes she so clearly desperately wanted off of her body and fuck her until she passed out.
Maybe even keep going..."
The next time Dottie leans in to Mike's face, eager for a kiss, she's sitting on his lap. Mike kisses back, hard this time. Dottie squirms and tries to wriggle off of Mike's lap, but he holds her down and kisses her harder. Dottie begins to whimper and as her lips part, Mike's tongue finds its way inside her mouth. He holds her in place with one arm wrapped around her waist while inching his other hand up her inner thigh, between her legs.
Even with Dottie's squirming, Mike manages to push two meaty fingers inside of her. He makes a hook with his knuckles and finger fucks his sweet baby girl until her body begins to relax. She starts breathing harder. He finds the rhythm she is craving and she moans with pleasure. "Good girl," Mike coaxes, "cum for Daddy." Those words were all it took to send Dottie over the edge. She belonged to him now.
Dottie:
