This is a work of fiction. Any relation to actual persons or places is purely coincidental. All persons depicted are over the age of 18.
Alan slammed the front door shut and slid down to his butt. He could hear the bathtub running upstairs and thought about going up to join his daughter in the bathroom. But it sounded like she wanted the night to be over, the last thing she said being 'Night daddy', so he decided against it.
He retreated to his bedroom and collapsed onto his bed. As he lay on his pillow something tickled his nose. He pulled his head up and saw Angela's panties. That's right, he had forgotten he threw them on his bed earlier. He stuffed his nose into them and enjoyed her odor. He was far too spent to orgasm for a 5th time that day so he didn't even try. He set them aside and laid down to sleep. Her scent however, didn't leave his nose. Some of her juices must have seeped onto his pillow, so Alan fell off to sleep with an erection, nose deep in his daughter's pussy.
The next day Angela was off to her classes and Alan to work. He could barely concentrate with Angela dancing through his mind. He counted the minutes until he could get home and continue his escapades with her. When he did, however, it did not go as he thought it would.
When Alan got home and greeted Angela, it was your typical father daughter relationship. She didn't act flirty with him at all, just back to her old ways. Alan realized he needed to figure out how to balance being her father, and her lover. He wasn't in a relationship with her, he couldn't be. He was her father, they just happened to have sex.
The next day continued mostly the same. Alan tried to engage; offering foot and leg massages, touching her on her sides and legs gently whenever she was close, and being generally flirting overall in how he talked. But Angela didn't respond. Alan satisfied himself by using her panties he had saved. He came into them twice that day until they were too hard to use anymore.
The next day, with the panties used up, Alan went to the laundry basket. Inside he found the clothes Angela wore to dinner two nights ago. Alan took her pantyhose and brought the crotch to his face and breathed her scent in. He brazenly dropped his pants and wrapped the feet around his cock and stroked himself. It had been less than 2 days, but he missed her so desperately already. He also thought if she saw him that might put her in the mood to fool around. As he stroked he exaggerated his grunts in hopes that she'd come to investigate.
He wasn't let down as Angela soon appeared in the doorway, reminiscent of the first time she'd caught him to kick off this whole affair. Alan pulled her pantyhose from his face and looked at her with a grin, excited for her reaction.
"Don't blow it all on my underwear, save some for this weekend," she said casually before strolling away.
Alan was disappointed, but at the same time intrigued. She wasn't joking before, she had something planned for them this weekend. As hard as it was to do, Alan dropped the pantyhose and put his cock away. He was going to save himself for his daughter.
It was 4 days until Saturday, and it wasn't going to be easy for Alan. He normally masturbated at least once a day, and since he started fooling around with Angela his sex drive kicked into overdrive. He was horny nearly every second of the day.
Angela certainly made it difficult for him. She'd walk around in panties and a t-shirt, leave dirty socks lying around the house, she even left her soccer cleats on his bed after practice on Friday. Alan masturbated with them, but he was careful. He made sure not to get too close to orgasm. He knew he'd been building up a massive load all week, and he wanted to give it to Angela.
Saturday finally came and Alan woke up early with a rock hard erection. He pulled himself out of bed, washed, and threw on some old clothes before heading to the kitchen. Angela was already there, sitting at the table painting her toenails. Alan walked over and put a hand on her shoulder, being sure not to disturb the delicate work.
"Morning hun, you're up early for a Saturday."
"We've got a big day today. I gotta get ready."
Big day. That intrigued Alan. He had been looking forward to this all week, and that just excited him even more.
"So what are our plans for today anyway?"
"It's a surprise, dad. You'll see when we get there."
The anticipation was driving him wild, but he had waited this long already, he could wait a few more hours. Alan cooked breakfast for the two as Angela finished painting her nails, a warm violet that contrasted her pale toes.
After Angela was satisfied her nails were dry she hopped to her feet and headed to her room announcing, "Ok dad, time to get ready."
"Wait! What should I wear?" Alan called after her.
"It doesn't matter, you won't be wearing it for very long." She replied with an evil grin before taking off to her room.
Alan grew more excited by the second. He ran up to his room and threw on some cargo shorts and a t-shirt and went to sit in the living room to wait. It took a painfully long time before Alan finally heard Angela coming down the stairs. He turned to see her and was surprised to see her wearing her soccer uniform. Loose white and orange jersey with a black sports bra underneath and black shorts, along with her white knee socks.
"Ready dad?"
"Uh, yea. Do you have practice today?" Alan asked, getting to his feet.
"Nope, just the game on monday." Angela replied as she placed a pair of running shoes on the floor and slipped her feet into them.
It took a moment, but Alan recognized those shoes, they were his wife's. Stitched fabric, a pink tread and nose fading to purple at the heel, they were her favorites. Alan watched as his daughter slid her angelic feet into where his wife's once stood, it was a perfect fit. Angela was taking her mother's place as his lover, this confirmed it for Alan.
"Ready to go?"
"Uhh. Yea yea.. let's go"
Alan threw on some sneakers and the two headed to the car. He was about to open the door when Angela grabbed the keys from his hands saying, "I'm driving."
