June and I always had a very healthy sex life. One advantage of getting married when you are young and dumb is that your libido will still be thriving when 18 years later your kid is getting ready to leave for college and make you an empty nester. Once Milly was gone there would be nothing to keep us from fucking at full volume anywhere we pleased.
Our house, while very nice, was certainly no palace and by a cruel trick of the designer, the bedrooms were adjacent to one another. Those nights when Milly was home and the urge hit, I knew it would be the routine of muffled and quick missionary. June loved to try to push those nights further, but I held her in check for the sake of our poor daughter. I imagined her horror if she heard her parents climaxing just a thin wall away.
Even with my boundaries in place, there was still an awkward morning or two where it was clear Milly had heard us. Milly would make a comment about a "rough night," or some mock surprise that mom could walk straight in the morning. My wife always took these as a teasing challenge and would do nothing to dissuade our daughter from thinking we had been fucking the night before. I worried more that Milly seemed upset.
It was the end of March, which meant much of our time was spent helping Milly deal with college rejection anxiety. She had applied broadly, so every other day there was a new either crushing or jubilant letter. Thankfully, she had a few safety schools in the bag, but was still holding out for her top choice. Many of her friends were going out of state, so she had it in her mind that she should as well. Eventually Milly got accepted into the college she wanted and we were met with the bitter-sweet reality of her moving away.
Milly was our only child and as such got all of our attention and affection. She was an incredible girl who was just as beautiful as her mother. I loved their fiery red hair and green eyes. Those were the two features that first drew my attention to her mother, so I was hoping they would serve Milly just as well. Milly was very close with her mother and shared almost everything with her. I could often find them on the couch talking about everything under the sun. Sometimes they seemed like little conspirators, leaving me as the victim to whatever scheme they had. I had not won an argument in that house for years. Their relationship made me genuinely happy though. Milly and I did enjoy a good relationship, but I knew I kept her at an arms length. I didn't know why, just that I did.
Maybe it was just harder for a dad to see his daughter grow up to become a woman. To my annoyance, it was not tough at all for my other dad friends to watch Milly grow up. I was not at all blind to their leering. As much as I wanted to be a cool parent, I couldn't help police her a bit. 'No, it's probably not a good idea to wear that swimsuit to swim at Jenny's house with her dad upstairs peering through the blinds.' Or, 'Tell me more about how you ended up as the only girl getting a ride home from Coach Johnson after a late practice?' I probably didn't have anything to worry about, but I couldn't help it. It was my job.
That beings said, having a young girl in the house had its drawbacks. On nights like the night when we celebrated her college acceptance I was maybe most irritated. I just wanted to be able to get home and fuck my wife anywhere I pleased. We loved our girl dearly, but I was excited to get my house back.
A week later, as one month rolled into the next, I remember being excited as I turned off the lights to head up for bed upstairs. I hoped that tonight might be a sample of what it would be like once Milly was gone. She was tucked safely away sleeping over at a friend's house and I planned on grabbing June wherever she may be and fucking her on the spot.
As I walked up I noticed the lights in Milly's room were still on. I took a step in to turn it off and was greeted by the site of June laying in Milly's bed wearing one of our daughter's old cheerleading uniforms. She looked so innocent and frightened, with her red hair in pigtails sticking out of the sides of her head. She looked almost like a 90s caricature of a cheerleader.
"Oh daddy! I heard a noise downstairs, can you come and make me feel safe?" June said in a coquettish voice.
I clicked into my role with excitement. For obvious reasons this room had been off limits, but I guess it was fair game now? That outfit though had always been in good use. The scared cheerleader was a familiar game we got to play when Milly was gone for the night.
"It's OK darling, Daddy is here." I stepped further in the room and closed the door, out of habit.
June shot a little frown, then softened it to stay in character. "No, daddy. Keep the door open. We want to be able to hear if the noise is back. Pleeease."
I obliged with a smile and opened the door again. I sat in bed with June and gave her a look over. At 36, her body was still incredibly tight. She had long, tan legs that looked perfectly framed in the light green frilled cheer skirt. I knew under that skirt hid the most delectable pussy topped with a small red landing strip. June took her body seriously and spent several days of the week in the gym. Growing up she was naturally thick so she made sure to tone herself without losing any of her fine assets.
She lay on the bed, holding one of Milly's stuffed bears, knees a bit curled into herself. I ran my hand over her legs and beckoned her over with a nudge of my head. "Why don't you come and sit on daddy's lap so you feel safe."
June smiled and did as I asked, making a little show of puffing out the skirt as she settled into my lap. I had the briefest flash of her panty-less ass. June ground a bit down into me as if trying to find a comfortable spot and I put my hands around her trim waist. I was then greeted by her intoxicating floral smell. All these years and I still had no idea how she smelled so good. Shampoo? Lotion? Hair product? No clue.
June continued to shift and shimmy.
"You OK baby?" I asked, enjoying the feeling of her grinding my cock.
"No, daddy. Your work pants are so stiff and hurting me." She did a half turn of her body and looked back at me without taking pressure off my dick. Through a pout she asked, "Is there anything you can do to make it better?"
"Of course," I said, as I gently gave her a nudge to stand while I stripped my pants and boxer briefs off. My semi-ridged cock leaped into view. June loved my cock, and had told me in the past watching it "spring" into action was one of her favorite things.
June gave a mocked gasp and raised her hand to her mouth. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, seeming startled and confused. "That must have been what was so uncomfortable. It's so big! How do you keep it all in your pants?"
I gave a small smile. Part of the game was just how naive and dumb this cheerleader daughter was. Born sexy, yesterday.
"Why don't you take a closer look? It gets even bigger!" I said through a chuckle.
June obediently got on her knees and moved her face up close to my growing cock. "Wow," she exclaimed, as if she had never seen a hard-on before. "Why is it getting so big?!"
