Several weeks had passed since I had been with Lena and I hadn’t heard a word from her. In all honesty, my conscience was nagging at me and a part of me wanted it all to be behind me and never resurface. I knew that my relationship with Lena would never be the same, but I loved my daughter and didn’t want my uncontrolled lust to come between us. Over the weeks Lena had spoken with her mother often, and I found myself hoping that I didn’t get the news that Lena had found another guy. Then, completely unexpected, my wife tells me Lena will be coming for the weekend. I wish she had told me on Friday instead of Wednesday, because the two days were misery. I thought of inventing a business trip so I wouldn’t be there, but that was not something I could bring myself to do. I feared that would send a message to Lena that I wanted our new relationship to end, and of course, a huge part of me didn’t want that.
Eventually Friday came and I found myself engrossed in a variety of projects my wife had been nagging me to get done. I was in the garage when Lena pulled into the yard, and walked to her car to greet her. As I approached the driver’s door, Lena opened it and turned to get out. But instead of getting out, Lena sat on the edge of the seat with one foot on the ground and the other on the floorboard. She was wearing an orange sundress that came about 3 inches above her knees and her position intentionally displayed a striking pair of matching orange thongs. There was no question in my mind that those panties were meant for my eyes only. And the bulk and size of her pussy, so tightly encased in the panties, never ceased to amaze me.
“Hey, Pop. How’s it hanging,” she said, as she leaned back slightly, giving me an unobstructed view of her sexy panties.
Hanging! That was an understatement. Ole Fred was at full attention and refused to be hidden beneath my work pants.
“I thought you couldn’t wear that sort of thing,” I said, looking over my shoulder to see if my wife was coming out.
Laughing, she said, “I’ve only been wearing them the last 10 minutes. Damn near wrecked the car trying to get them on, but gave a truck driver a real treat while he was passing. And in case you haven’t noticed, I have already stained them just thinking about this moment.”
A second look at her panties revealed a growing wet spot on the crotch. At that moment I heard the screen door shut and knew my wife was coming. I made a hasty exit back to the garage while Lena exited the car to greet her mother. For the next hour I worked my ass off in an effort to get my mind off that pussy. When I finally went inside, Lena and her mom were in the kitchen visiting. It was kind of like old times, laughing and giggling. It was a pleasurable break from the overbearing lust I felt. As I sat drinking a glass of iced tea, Lena said, “Dad, I’ve got a couple problems in the office I could use your advice on. You gonna have some time for me this weekend?”
“I suppose so, but where do I send the consultation fee to,” I teased?
Lena’s mom interrupted the conversation, “Oh, that is perfect. I was planning on canceling my bible study tomorrow morning, but if you guys have something to do, I’ll go ahead and go.”
“Great,” I said as I swallowed hard. Lena only smiled.
“Are you OK,” Lena’s mom asked, “You’re sure sweating?”
“Just old fashioned hard work, my dear. I probably just need a little snack,” I said as I picked up a banana from the fruit bowl and pointed it at Lena like a gun. As I left the room I could see that girlish smirk on Lena’s face.
I returned to my chores and was lost in thought for several hours. My concentration was interrupted by Lena appearing in the door that connects the garage to the house.
“Mom says dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes if you want to clean up,” she said in a little girl voice.
I turned when I heard her and caught my breath. She stood in the threshold holding the front of her skirt up with one hand and rubbing her bulging pussy with the other. “I don’t know if I can wait until tomorrow,” she cooed. Then she turned and shut the door behind her.
I thought that dinner, at least, would be uneventful, but not so with Lena at the table. I did manage to sit far enough away from her to avoid any hidden contacts, but I couldn’t get far enough away to avoid watching her. I perceived that she teased me with every bite, erotically licking her fork and intentionally taking huge bites of food. And in return I would overdose my food with ketchup, jacking the bottle up and down as I poured. I knew that we were both on the verge of hysteria, but we maintained our composure.
After dinner I retired to the living room and turned the TV on. Lena and her mom did the dishes and soon joined me.
“We should go rent a couple movies,” Lena suggested.
“Good idea,” I agreed. “Why don’t you and Mom run down and get one?”
“No, let’s all go and I’ll treat to an ice cream cone,” Lena said.