I am a 67 year old man, average looks and build. There's nothing special about my looks. I'm 6 feet tall and about 220 pounds. I recently retired and have been a little lost now because I was a bit of a workaholic. My name is Paul.
All that changed when my 38 year old step-daughter, Brittany, moved back home. Brit is 5'4" and is slim. She has a nice body, with small tits and a perfect, round ass. It makes me feel like a dirty old man when I look at her because I can't help being turned on by her raw sexiness. She also has the prettiest blue-green eyes and perfect smile.
Brit has always been flirty with me since I came into her life when she was only 10. We never pushed it past the point of innocence.
Brit moved home because she had been in an accident a few years back in which she had a brain injury, and had now developed epilepsy. She was having about one seizure a month, and needed our support.
One day, Brit called me into her bedroom and told me she had a seizure. "Daddy, I hurt all over. Can you please rub my neck?"
"Sure I can," I replied. She sat down on a desk chair. I proceeded to massage the back of her neck. She started to moan as I rubbed. It was more of a "that feels good" moan than anything sexual, but it stirred up something inside of me anyway.
"Can you rub my shoulders, too, Daddy?" I did, and she moaned more, and I had even more inappropriate thoughts.
After a few minutes, she said, "Rub me here, Daddy. Please?" and pointed to the top part of her chest. I let her moans be my guide as my hands traveled over her body. Of course, her perky little breasts were like magnets, drawing my hands closer. I cupped her tits in my hands and her moaning increased. I held and squeezed her prefect little mounds of flesh, and her moans got louder. I felt her nipples harden under my palms. I moved my fingers to them and pinched them gently.
She giggled and said, "Daddy's a naughty boy." She pushed my hands away from her hard little ripples. "They're way too sensitive for you to touch like that."
I pulled my hands out of her top, and apologized for my inappropriate behavior.
"It's OK, Daddy. It's fun to be a little naughty once in a while." She kissed me gently on the lips. Her lips squeezed my bottom lip. Her tongue darted into My mouth. She toyed with my tongue and then pulled away from me.
"I love you, Daddy. Thanks for the massage! I feel so much better now." She then scurried off to her room. I was left with an excitement I had not felt for a long time.
I contemplated masturbating, as my dick was very hard. In the end I decided to wait and see what would happen. I went about my day with happy thoughts in my head. I couldn't stop thinking how her firm little titties fit in the palms of my hands, and how she seemed to enjoy having them touched and fondled.
It was certain that Brit had awakened something in me that had been asleep. I did not know where this would end up, but I was sure I was going to be helpless to stop it.
I love my wife, Carol. We have been married for 25 years, and were best friends. Our sex life, on the other hand, had dwindled to nothing since she went through menopause. Her sex drive was nonexistent, and we had not been physically intimate for over 10 years. I had pretty much given up on ever having sex again. I would never leave her, but was frustrated that important part of my life seemed to be gone.
These new thoughts about Brit rekindled the fire.
Later that evening, Brit texted me. "Daddy, there are other parts of me that still hurt. It felt soooo good when you massaged my shoulders. Would you please come to my bedroom and rub my back? Pretty please?
"Of course, baby. I'll be right there." I stopped by the bathroom on the way to her room and got some moisturizing lotion. When I got to her room, she was laying in the bed, face down. She was wearing a loose tee shirt and sheer white bikini panties.
"If you pull your shirt up, I can do a better massage. I can use lotion and really get at your sore muscles," I pointed out. She pulled her shirt off and tossed it on the floor.