It is a nice, sunny day. I'm just leaving the living room with an empty coffee mug when I hear bustling at the door and my eighteen-year-old daughter Helga enters the house.
"Oh, hi dad!"
"Hello, darling."
She is wearing short denim shorts and a tempting blouse with large cleavage, exposing her big, firm breasts. My daughter started to mature very quickly which resulted in her extraordinary tits. The girl comes to me, swaying her huge breasts, and kisses me on the cheek.
"I just came back from my friend." She explains. "And what are you doing?"
"I was watching the news and just finished my coffee."
"Oh, I'd like a coffee myself."
We enter the kitchen. Putting the dirty cup in the dishwasher, I watch as, standing on her toes, Helga reaches towards the cupboard and pulls out the cup. Her shorts are rounding up so I now have a great view of my daughter's shapely, firm ass. To my surprise, I see that my child is wearing a black, lace thong that does little to cover her buttocks.
"Mom's not home, dad?" The teenager asks, pulling out her favorite pink mug.
"Recently she went to aunt Anny. Knowing mom and her sister, they will gossip all day long." I reply, staring at my daughter's ass.
"Yes, they like to talk a lot." Says Helga and giggles. "I hated it when I was little, I was always so bored when we were at aunt's place."
The girl walks over to the coffee machine and turns it on. Even though I know it's wrong, I can't help but stare at the 18-year-old's sexy body. While my child is making herself a cup of coffee, I glance at her big, round tits. They are just gorgeous, I have never seen a woman with prettier breasts. Her cleavage gives me a great view of a pair of shapely tits.
Helga picks up a mug of coffee and turns off the coffee machine. She looks at me and, taking a sip of coffee, gives me a naughty smile.
"You can't help but stare at my titties, don't you dad?" She says in a calm, even a bit amused voice.
Damn, of course she saw me.
"Sorry honey." I say. "Your breasts are so pretty, it's stronger than me."
"Thank you, daddy. It's a nice compliment." The girl doesn't seem nervous at all. "And don't apologize, it's okay for me."
"Is it?"
"Yeah." Helga smiles cutely from behind the mug. "You are an adult man and I am a young girl who additionally walks around wearing skimpy clothes. It's no wonder you look at my body."
"Glad to hear you're so understanding, baby."
"It's alright, dad. I just try not to be a mean bitch, I will not cavil at such a trivial thing. I mean, you are not some pervert but my lovely daddy!"
A teenager leans over to me and kisses my cheek. I look at her cleavage, perfectly exposed for me.
"Thank you, sweetie. To be honest, even your father has a hard time trying not to stare at them." I say laughing, but carefully. "I still remember them growing when you were younger."
"Yeah! Puberty was quite difficult for me!" My child laughs and then looks at me, smiling lasciviously. "I know my tits are really big and that you like to look at them. That's why I dress this way, daddy."
I raise my eyebrows, surprised.
"You dress like that for me, baby girl?"
"Of course, daddy. Honestly, I thought you realized that after all this time. I see you look at them quite often and I have to admit... I like it quite a lot, dad."
"Do you like it when I look at you?"
"Yeah..."
Looking at her confident smiling face, I can see that the girl is not joking.
"Well... I'm glad to hear it, baby..."
For a moment I don't know what to say, while my daughter looks at me taking a sip of coffee and suddenly says in a shy tone:
"Would you like to... touch them, daddy?"
I look at my child being a bit shocked while she waits for my answer.
"Touch..."
"Touch my tits." Helga says in a much more confident voice. "I thought you might like to."
"I mean... don't you think that touching my daughter is a little... inappropriate?"
"No... no if I let you. And I do. I don't think there's anything wrong with that. You're my dad and I love you, and you love me, don't you dad?"
"Of course I love you, baby girl."
"And you love my tits." She says and laughs.
"You know..." I say and I start to laugh myself.
"Come on, dad! Mom's not home, she won't be mad at you!"
"Honey..."
"Come on dad, I won't bite you!" My daughter says, grabbing my hands. "Just touch them! I know you want to!"
Then Helga places her father's hands on her enormous, shapely breasts. She smiles as I squeeze her tits lightly.
"Honey..."
"They're nice, aren't they?" The girl says cheerfully.
"Nice" is a very delicate term that needs to be completed. My daughter's tits are amazing, even firmer and fluffier than I imagined. I touch them, carefully clenching my fingers on them, and I only feel the pleasure I didn't expect.
"How does it feel, daddy? To touch your daughter's breasts?" The teenager asks and smiles widely.
I can't get over how perfect and delightful my daughter's round teenage tits are. I squeeze them with both hands and watch the young girl's breasts respond to my pressure.
"Pretty good, honey."
Helga laughs, watches me feel her tits for a moment, then giggles and says:
"You know what, dad? I'll make it a little easier for you."
Then, without any embarrassment, she takes off her blouse and throws it next to me, and I see the firm, huge breasts of an eighteen-year-old girl, wrapped only in a black lace bra. They seem even bigger this way.
"Baby girl... wow."
Helga smiles and puts my hands on her breasts once more. I start groping them again, watching the two plump tits sway at my touch.
"Do you like them, daddy?" Young lady asks in a sweet voice.
"Quite. Baby, your tits are gorgeous."
"Thank you, dad. It's nice to hear something like that."
I touch her breasts from below and lift them up, admiring how my kitten's huge boobs compress elastically. They are so big that my fingers are barely enough to grasp them, let alone embrace them whole. I squeeze them again, tighter this time, and continue to grind my daughter's tits.
"Fuck, Helga. Your tits are amazing. I could grope them all day."
"Of course daddy, take your time." She says smiling and looking at her father caressing her breasts. "I'm not going anywhere, you can touch me as much as you like. I like your enthusiasm..."
I start kneading the teen's breasts, then shake them a little as I watch them sway. Helga giggles and then lets out an erotic groan as I squeeze both her boobs with my hands.