BBW Daughter -- Chapter 3
I woke up the next morning, strangely spry and alive and full of energy. Surprised because Kay and I had spent most of the night awake, cuddling, holding each other, and then slowly making love one more time before falling asleep in each other's arms.
I looked down at her sleeping, still kind of waking up to my surroundings, like waking from a dream. I contemplate her head resting on my chest, the roundness of her body at every position, and how amazing she felt, inside and out. I felt the warmth of her skin on mine, the slowness of her breath, and just the sheer innocence of her as she lay there, silent and like a baby, so quietly beautiful like an angel. My cock stirred a bit as I rubbed my hand along her back, over her folds and on her rounded thigh. I think of the times as a little girl she lay next to me, hugging me, and I realize, my hand is cupping her ass cheeks while I reminisced. A pang of guilt swept through me, and I felt my face redden with shame. What am I doing? I had just fucked my own daughter. Who does that? She looked to me for protection, safety, and fatherly love, and I gave her a good dicking and my sperm instead. Twice. I can't even use the "it only happened one time" excuse. I pull my hand away like it was hit with an electric shock, and she moans a bit and turns away from me a bit, but still asleep. I slip a pillow under her head as I slide out, vowing never again, and to love her properly as a father, and not as a lover.
I go brush my teeth, take a whizz, and hop in the shower. I toss on some running shorts and a T-shirt, and head to the kitchen to whip up a quick breakfast for us. I don't know what it is about bacon, but about 2 minutes after I put it on, Kay comes out of the bedroom, still a bit blurry eyed, but smiles when she sees the bacon on the griddle. She's wearing an oversized T-shirt and comes over to me and hugs me from behind. I feel her fat flesh press against my backside, and her round face on my back. Her hands reach around and hold my chest as she squeezes her body against mine. It felt good, her that close to me, and my mind immediately tried to break my vow, thinking about how I had that body and sweet pussy last night, and I remember my pledge from earlier, and turn my carnal thoughts aside.
"Hey, sweetie. It'll be about 5 minutes or so, can you grab some plates and glasses and pour us some orange juice?"
"Oooh, you have any champagne? Wanna do mimosas?" she asks.
"That sounds great! I want to talk, anyways. There should be a bottle on the bottom shelf of the wine cooler."
She walks over to the cooler and opens the door. "Bottom shelf, you said?"
"Yeah." I look over and watch as she bends over to look, and that shirt rides up her wide thighs and over that round ass, exposing her bare bottom. My eyes followed the shirt up those thighs, where the flesh pressed together and continued on into her ass crack that separated those luscious cheeks and the indentation where her sweet womanhood was hiding behind all that soft...
"See something you like?" she says in a teasing voice.
"Wha..?" I stammer out, peeling my eyes off her ass, and see she's looking back at me. "Sorry, I was.."
"Don't be sorry, Daddy! I did that on purpose, you know. I wanted you to look. Did you like it?"