I had just gotten out of the shower and threw my bathrobe on. As I was walking down the hallway I heard crying coming from my daughter Lisa's bedroom. I pushed the door open and saw Lisa sitting on the bed crying. I walked in and sat down next to her.
"What's wrong, baby?" I asked her.
"Mom doesn't love us anymore, she said.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"She is always gone and is never here for you and me," Lisa sobbed.
It was true my wife was always on business trips lately, it seemed. Lisa reached over and touched my upper thigh with her hand. Lisa was dangerously close to touching my crotch. My cock stirred a little beneath my robe.
"You love me Daddy, don't you?" Lisa asked me.
"Of course," I told her.
Lisa then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I turned my face to Lisa and she planted her lips on mine. Lisa was kissing me hard on the mouth and I felt her fingers inching closer to the head on my dick. Lisa opened her mouth and slid her tongue into my mouth. I was weakly trying to fight it, but I opened my mouth and our tongues met.
Lisa tugged on the belt of my bathrobe and the material parted. My cock was raging hard now and Lisa looked down at my hard-on.
"I want you Daddy," she told me.