Triggers... I can't think of any. Nylons? Lingerie? Read at your own discretion if you have issues. Everyone else... Lazlo who is raising a daughter on his own, meets Greta, a MILF who happens to be the mother of his daughter's bestie. Much fun ensues. As always, emails and comments welcome. xo DG
Dad, MILF &Their Daughters
"Will you look at these photos I took for my class assignment, dad?" I looked up from my drawing board to see my daughter clutching a folder to her chest, anxiety on her face.
"Sure, of course I want to see them. Your photographs have been stellar. You really like taking pictures, don't you?" It was a pleasant surprise to me because she had never shown any interest before she picked up the class for extra credit this semester. I had never seen her strive as much and need approval.
"I do! I love capturing emotion in just a fraction of a second. It's a challenge and something I think I'd like to continue with," she said excitedly.
She opened the folder and fanned out the eight by ten photographs.
"How do you like them?" she asked hesitantly.
I swallowed hard. Not only are the photographs well done, but the model is exquisite. "You have captured this woman's emotions perfectly. Who is she?" She had a seductive, yet ethereal quality that came right through her photographs.
"It's Jayne's mom!" she giggled.
Jayne is an enchanting little blonde that my daughter Anniston went to high school with. It wasn't until college that they became good friends. I saw the resemblance now. Her mom was a stunning older version of her daughter, but her mother had a glorious halo of rich auburn waves and curls. She looked to be my age, mid-fifties or so.
Her gauzy gown, while not transparent, floated around her like a sublime mist. It made a red-blooded horny male like me search diligently for a hint at what might be underneath.
"Is she going to model regularly for you?" I asked, trying to snap out of my lurid daydream. "It's great you can work with a professional."
"Yes! I'm so excited because she was a model. It's so easy to photograph her because she knows what to do and helps me a lot. I was wondering if we could use the pool sometime?"
"Absolutely! Any time, sweetie," I replied, tamping down the dirty old man thoughts that raced through my mind, to be supportive of my daughter.
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I was an architect and worked from home, other than when I had to visit a job site. It registered in my perpetually horny mind that I'd likely be around for these events. My permanently horny cock stood up and cheered at the thought, and the image of that woman was still in my mind. I had to admit that my reaction was more than just ogling a girly picture online. This woman was exquisite in a celestial way. It made you want to know what was behind those eyes.
Anniston's mom left us five years ago after deciding that her trainer and his lifestyle were better than ours. They moved often, so we were never sure where she was. She checked in with her daughter on occasion, but not often enough and it killed me to see how hurt Anniston was by that.
My libido was always on high rev, my ex claimed that was one of the reasons she left me. I was also aware that raising a daughter I had to keep my sexual appetite in check. I had a few friends with benefits that were in various situations where they too needed more. But even though I had several ports in a storm, I was still easily aroused, and most often I had to take care of it myself.
Later in the week Anniston, Jayne, and her mom, Greta dropped by late afternoon. And she was not only just as ravishing as in her photos but had a charisma to match. She was also as vibrant as our two girls which made it difficult to keep in mind that she was my age.
The girls went to the pool while Greta and I had a get-to-know-you over iced tea at my kitchen table.
"You have a beautiful house, Lazlo," she said, looking around. "Annis told me you're an architect, so I'm sure you designed it."
"I did and thanks. Would you like to see the rest of it?"
"I'd love to!" she said, truly delighted.
We walked through the glass-walled living room and watched our bikini-clad girls in the pool. "I'm glad Jayne found Anniston. I think she's good for my daughter, who might have been getting a little too wild." She laughed wryly.
"I felt the same. I was happy she hooked up with Jayne once they got into college. I was worried because Anniston was shy and grew even more reserved when her mom left."
"Oh, I'm sorry. A daughter needs a mom. I will tell you that Anniston does talk to me... Just about girl stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary or to be concerned about," she added.
I was relieved. "Thank you for taking the time for her. Her own mom doesn't seem to have it for her," I said, shaking my head.
The house is extreme modern, designed in modular sections that were stacked so the sleeping areas were separate and very private. All had glass exterior walls and bathrooms. It was situated in the center of four wooded acres where the only voyeurs would be deer.
"I designed the house for the piece of land. I abhor window coverings and here they aren't needed. The house sat in a clearing, surrounded by woods. Deciduous trees and pines that kept the privacy in the winter just in case someone came nosing around."
We climbed a short flight of open stairs and walked right into the master bedroom. I created it so that one wouldn't have to leave the room because it housed a refrigerator and microwave. The wine and drink bar also served as a kitchen counter. The wine refrigerator was fully stocked. This was all blocked from the bed. As was a small sitting area to read without disturbing anyone that was sleeping. I often retreated there in the evening if Anniston wasn't home.
The bed faced a line of stately pine trees allowing for year-round privacy and wildlife watching.
"To wake up to this every morning would make me swoon," she turned from the view to look at me. "You have quite the imagination. I'm sure you're a very successful architect."
"It is beautiful. Especially in the winter with the snow on the pine tree branches."
"Mmm, spectacular I'm sure," she murmured.
From experience, I knew she was imagining herself here. That pleased me because I design for everyone and that they can picture themselves in one of my builds, is my goal. The orgasm of the job, as it were.
"The bath is in here," I said walking down a short wall that was the walk-in closet.
She gasped when she walked in the door. "This is just... I'm running out of superlatives," she laughed.
The glass wall continued in the room. The toilet was located off this room. A large soaking tub centered the window, the same line of pines obscuring any view. Next to it was a glassless shower. I designed a continuous drain surround. Various heads hung from the ceiling; spray jets were mounted on the solid wall. Even if they were on and not blocked, the water wouldn't spray beyond the drain lines.
She walked over and stood in the shower. "I think it would take me a while to get used to this." She laughed. "I'd be afraid of spraying water around the whole room."
I laughed. "You're right! It does take getting used to."
I imagined her in the shower, unclothed. She was tall. Taller than I would have thought from the pictures. Her legs were fabulously long, and any man would imagine them wrapped around him. Her breasts were C cups at least. The blue halter top showed them to perfection. White shorts were just short enough to accentuate her long legs and hug her round ass. An ass that only came from exercise.
She turned to me, shaking her head. "I wish I had your imagination to even think of this." She glanced down, and seeing the bulge in my shorts, smiled. I was sure that was a normal response from men when they were around her.
I led her to the next level to Anniston's room, then to the three other rooms. We climbed a flight of stairs to what would have looked like a glass box sitting on the roof, that was my office slash drawing room.
She walked around. "Ahhh, I can see how you cultivate your creativity. It must feel extremely cozy in here when it's snowing."
"And raining."
"And the natural light. Has Anniston used the house in her photography?"
"No, she hasn't. This is a relatively new endeavor of hers though, but I will encourage her. She seems to have a talent for it?" I knew a model would know.
