Thank you for all of your support of these stories.
These quickies are meant to be glimpses into the lives of Daddies who fuck their daughters. I won't be elaborating on, or adding to any of them in the future. You'll surely be left with questions or the desire for more, but I encourage you to use your imagination to fill in the blanks and see where the story takes you.
All characters are 18+
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My weekday mornings have been the same for three years, ever since my wife passed. I get up at six, shower, dress for work, and pack my lunch. I leave by 7:00 and drive the eight to twelve minutes, depending on school bus routes, to my daughter's house.
Laura and her husband, Donnie, have been married for six years. They have a great relationship and my son-in-law is a good man. He's just not a good enough man to give Laura and I second thoughts about our own relationship.
She's 28. A decade has gone by since the first time we acknowledged our feelings for each other. There was a lot of kissing and groping that night. I made her come on my fingers and within days, when it was obvious neither of us regretted it, I was making her come on my cock.
By 7:15, I'm always parked down the street from their house, waiting for Donnie to leave for work. He pulls out, I watch his brake lights illuminate at the stop sign a short distance away, he turns right, and when he's out of sight, I pull into their driveway.
He knows I come by every morning and that Laura makes me breakfast. I just find it easier to keep our secrets when I don't have to look him in the eye every day.
After I pull in, I let myself into their house, find my daughter, and fuck her at least once before I have to leave. Sometimes she has time to make me a full spread for breakfast. Other times, she's shoving buttered toast in my hands as I'm running out the door.
Never, in three years, has Donnie not left for work at 7:15 unexpectedly, so when the clock on my dash hit 7:25, I grew impatient and pulled into their driveway anyway. Maybe he overslept. Maybe he was ill. Maybe he was waiting to confront me about fucking his wife.
I knocked on the door lightly before pushing my way inside. I found Donnie and Laura at the kitchen table, eating breakfast.
"Hey, Louis!" My son-in-law greeted me happily so I let go of some of my concerns, but I was feeling a little deflated over not being able to press my mouth to Laura's right away.
"Day off?"
"No, no, I'm just running late."
"Here, Dad." Laura passed me a mug of steaming coffee. "Do you want some eggs?"
"Sure, honey."
Donnie's fork scraped the ceramic of his plate and he finished the last of his own eggs. "That was good, babe. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
With his coffee cup in hand, he carried his plate to the sink and stopped to kiss Laura on the cheek. "I'm gonna hop in the shower."
He slapped me on the shoulder as he passed by and then Laura and I were alone.
"I texted you," she said.
I had to laugh. "I didn't see it. I'm an old man, I hate that phone."
I got up, leaving my coffee, and moved behind Laura where she stood at the island ready to crack some eggs.