I am a man in my late 40's but still as in great shape as I was when I was wrestling in my twenties, my hair still dark with just a touch of gray at the temples and still get my share of second looks from women.
Frankly, I am as horny as the next guy; I could pick up a woman or two and go to bed with them, but since I am still a married guy to my second wife, the thought never came to the deed as much as I wanted to, even at my horniest moments.
But there was one time I had gotten drunk and banged two younger, equally horny young women two years ago when my wife was visiting her family, but outside of that, I hadn't screwed around on her since.
My first wife died ten years ago, leaving me with my then eight year old daughter, Kendall, and my 15 year old son, Paul Jr. Before she got sick, Lorrie may have been a lady in public, but she was a wild one in the bedroom; no sex position was too taboo for her in the 17 years of our marriage.
Sometimes with the kids in school and me home from the road trips, it wasn't unusual for she and I to fuck at least twice a day. If there was anything Lorrie had loved, it was sex with me. And I certainly enjoyed it with her!
But after she died, I didn't have a woman for about a year until I met Mari. Granted, Mari and I did have sex a few times before we got married and it was decent after the wedding--though not as mind blowing as it had been with Lorrie.
But once Mari had gotten pregnant and given birth to Jonathan, now nine, our own sex life went downhill from there.
Let's just say in the last ten years, my cock saw less of my wife's pussy and more of my hand, with the exception of the one time I did get drunk and fucked the hell out of the two women I mentioned earlier. Since then, up until two months ago, with the exception of ten-minute missionary-style sex with my wife once a week (if that much), I've gone back to jerking off to get any relief.
Then my beautiful Kendall(that I affectionately called Kenny since she was tiny)came into the picture.
She's eighteen now, and just as sexy as her late mother had been (in my eyes anyway);she is the spitting image of Lorrie, with her mother's red hair cut in a pixie style, deep blue eyes, and hips and tits that would make almost any red-blooded guy (that wasn't into the current anorexic look) wild with lust.
As it would turn out, I would inadvertently find out firsthand that Kenny also has her mother's strong sexual appetite. Not that I would complain.
Kenny's and my sexual relationship of sorts started when I had heard a noise from the bedroom one night while Mari was away visiting her mother again and Jonathan was at camp; I had come out to investigate and didn't find anything unusual until I got to Kenny's bedroom door.
Her door had been slightly ajar, just enough to allow me to see my lovely daughter totally naked on her bed with her legs spread wide, pleasuring herself with her hands, moaning softly. I knew just from seeing the look on her face that she was about to cum at any minute.
As I saw Kenny reach orgasm from her self-pleasuring, I then looked down and saw that my own cock had risen and strained between the material of my shorts.
I felt uncomfortable at that moment being so aroused watching my daughter, with her beautiful body on display, getting herself off; I shouldn't have been so turned on by my own child.
With that, I hurried into the bathroom and stripped off my shorts, taking a cold shower until my hard-on subsided, then got dressed again.
After I got out of the shower, Kenny was in the kitchen, now in one of her skimpy nighties that Mari hated so (she said they made Kenny look like a slut). I came up to her, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Kenny, what are you doing up so late?" I asked.
She gave me a pouty look. "Another blind date that sucked. I can't sleep," she sniffed, then gave me a slight grin. "And what were you doing taking another shower?"
"I got hot," I grinned back at her, thinking about her getting off earlier. "So your date was that bad?"
"To say the least. He smelled like a diaper, drove this beater of a car with a loud muffler, and took me to Burger King for dinner!" she howled with laughter.
"So much for him being a prospective husband," I teased.
We then went back into my bedroom and talked like we used to when Kenny was a little girl, especially after Lorrie died.
We made more jokes about Kenny's bad date that night, the colleges she was considering, and even reminisced some about her mother. Before I'd known it, the conversation had turned to sex.
"Daddy," Kenny asked at one point, "It may be none of my business, but what is Mari like in bed?"
"To say the least, it could be better," I said flatly.
She stretched that outstanding body of hers out on the bed. "Yeah, I wondered about that. I remember when Paulie and I were kids and we'd hear moaning coming from yours and Mom's room all the time, and Paulie said Mom was working to keep your stomach flat. We even laughed about it. I guess you guys were a couple of horny ones, huh?" Kenny grinned.
I could only grin back at her; her mother's sex drive had been beyond incredible.
Kenny then sighed. "But now, I don't even hear you and Mari most of the time and I'm practically next door to you guys."
I could only shrug before I changed the subject. "Well, what about you? You probably have guys wanting to get in your panties all the time."
Kenny pouted. "Not really. All the guys I know only want to bone size 0 women. Well, there was one guy, but it wasn't that great. But then again, I only did it with him to win a bet."
"A mercy fuck?" I asked, amazed. Kenny didn't seem the type to have sex with guys out of pity.
She shrugged. "I guess."
She then got a twinkle in her eye. "But I have to confess something. I know why you had that shower. You saw me getting myself off in my room, didn't you? Don't lie; I saw your hard-on."
I felt myself go beet red. "Baby, I didn't mean for that to happen..." I began.
Kenny smiled wider. "It's okay...I always find older guys pretty hot."
Her hand then made its way to the crotch of my shorts. "You know, this is going to sound pretty sick, but I've always wanted to go to bed with you, not just to bullshit like we always used to--but for us to fuck. Who do you think I was thinking about when I was masturbating a bit ago?"
I was taken aback at the prospect of my own daughter fantasizing about sex with me.
