I was laying sideways on my bed, positioned on my stomach while flipping through a magazine and listening to music, when my Daddy came home from work. I couldn't hear him through my headphones but I saw him start to walk past my door. He paused when he saw me and I took off my headphones.
"Hey princess," he said with smile as he leaned against my doorframe. "How was your day?"
"Work was boring but then I got to come home and sunbathe for a bit," I replied.
"Mmm... how's that tan coming along, baby?"
I smiled flirtatiously, knowing my mom was downstairs getting dinner ready before she left for work.
"You can find out for yourself later, Daddy. Now, aren't you going to give me a kiss hello?"
"In a minute," he replied with a grin. "Right now I'm just enjoying the view."
I followed his gaze and realized that he could see right down my low-cut tank top. My boobs, which are already a handful and then some, were plumped up against the bed and created some seriously impressive cleavage.
I twirled a lock of hair around my finger, enjoying my Daddy's gaze on me. We'd been having sex since I turned 18 four months ago and we still hadn't had enough of each other - or gotten caught. My mom Cheryl, who works the night shift at the local hospital, has been off for the last week though so we haven't been able to be together.
Yeah, it would be hot to do it with her in the next room or something, but my Daddy and I aren't looking to break her heart... but we're also not going to break off our affair. And it's not like we don't have a little low-risk fun when the mood is right. Speaking of...
"Come here, Greg," I said in a sultry voice, crooking my finger at him.
I raised myself up as he got close and scooted to the edge on my knees. I pulled him down to me by his tie and brushed my lips over his.
"Welcome home, Daddy," I said, switching to my little girl voice.
"Oh baby, don't get me hard while your mom is still home," he pleaded. Since we started having sex I've learned plenty of ways to drive him wild, and switching from sultry vixen to innocent schoolgirl - and back - never fails.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I said, still in my innocent voice. "Does that mean I shouldn't do... this?"
I slid my free hand down his hard chest and over the growing bulge in his slacks. He pressed himself into my hand briefly before pulling away.
"Later," he said firmly, his low, masculine voice sending a shiver down my spine and a burst of moisture into my panties. He leaned down and took my mouth in a deep kiss but pulled away before I could really get into it.
"Don't wear panties to dinner," he said before backing away. "That's an order."
"Yes, Sir," I said breathlessly.
I went to my en-suite bathroom (yeah, we have a nice house) to get ready for dinner. I touched up my mascara, added a light application of lip gloss, and brushed out my waist-length blonde hair. And, of course, I took off my panties.
I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror attached to the back of the door. Long hair, big tits, tiny waist... every Daddy's dream, right? And tonight I was showcasing it perfectly - tiny tank top, 70's-style booty shorts, tanned skin.
I all but floated down the stairs, looking forward to my night alone with Daddy.
"Hi Mom," I sang as I entered the kitchen. "Anything I can help with?"
"Hey sweets," she said, pulling our lasagna out of the over. "Could you set the table?Everything else is just about ready."
Just then I felt warm, strong hands close around my waist.
"Damn, Cher, that smells amazing," he said. He breathed in the smells of the kitchen and groaned his appreciation, pressing his groin into my ass as he did so. Oh, but this was going to be a fun night.
"Thanks, hun," my mom said. At this point her back was to us as she reached into the Tupperware cabinet. Daddy swiveled his hips into mine and reached out me to fondle my tits. Damn, frisky much?
He pulled away casually just before Mom emerged with the dish she'd been reaching for. He crossed the kitchen to give her on the cheek and my jaw almost dropped. He was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else. His bare chest was on full display and it made my mouth water.
See, I'm 18, but my parents are both only in their late 30s. They met at college when my mom was a freshman and my dad was a sophomore and got pregnant with me after just three months of dating. They decided to keep me and - my mom being the badass that she is - still graduated on time. They finally got married when I was three. There's an adorable picture of me as their flower girl in the hallway outside my room.
Anyway, my dad still a smokeshow at 37 and I enjoy reaping the benefits of his youth. He's just muscle-y enough to be drop-dead sexy. Exactly my type.
He and my mom were talking about their days so I started to gather stuff to set the table. I figured there was no reason why I couldn't tease him at the same time, so when I had to grab the placemats I decided to bend at the waist instead of crouching down. Of course I pointed my ample ass in his direction. The slightest pause in his speech made me smile. Oh yeah, he'd noticed. I lingered a moment longer than necessary, rocking side to side slightly. He stuttered and my smile grew.
I patted his ass as I walked past them into the dining room. I had just finished when he came in carrying a bowl of salad and two plates.
"Mom's not eating with us?" I asked.
"No, she needs to leave early for the hospital because they just started a big re-paving project and there might be traffic..."
Our eyes met, speaking volumes. Fantastic. Even more time together.
We ate our salads in silence as she got dressed for work. Every so often my leg would brush his, or his gaze would catch mine, and my heart would pound. I was going to soak through my shorts before the meal was even over.
I brushed my tits against Daddy's back, letting him feel how hard my nipples were, when I walked around him to carry our salad plates into the kitchen. My mom, fishing around in her massive purse, stopped at the other edge of the kitchen.
"Alright guys, I'm off! Don't watch any new movies without me tonight," she said, still looking into her purse.
Trying to act as normal as possible I grabbed her lunch bag off the counter.
"Have a good shift, Momma," I said.
"Oh, thank you, baby," she said, finally looking up. "Ash, are you feeling ok? You look flushed, honey."
"Must have been too much sun today," I said with a weak smile. "I should have come in when you told me to."
"Make sure you drink plenty of water tonight, and text me if you need me to pick up any aloe on the way home from work tomorrow." She'd already resumed her search for her keys and missed me flush even deeper pink.
"I will, Mom," I said, feeling slightly guilty that I just wanted her to GTFO so I could fuck her husband.
"Ah HA! Got 'em," she said with a triumphant smile, holding her keys aloft. She grabbed her lunch bag from me and leaned to the side slightly to wave to my dad. "Night, G! Love you!"
She sailed out the door, no clue what was about to happen. I locked it behind her, my heart pounding. I turned around to find my dad was right behind me. Jeez, was he that quiet or was my heart pounding that loudly?
I didn't have any more time to ponder the answer because just then he leaned down and kissed me passionately. Within seconds we were wrapped around each other like vines, liplocked and moaning our pleasure.
He slid his hands down to grab my ass and I bent my legs to boost myself into his arms. With my legs wrapped around his waist we were aligned perfectly. He pressed me into the door for a moment and bent his head to kiss my neck - which were two of the things that always got me hot.
