Thanks to Dmbdriver1 for the idea for this story.
All people in this story are 18 or older.
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Hanna had turned 18 just two weeks before graduation. I was so proud of her, her mother would have been proud of her too, but she had cancer when Hanna was one and didn't survive. Hanna was almost the spitting image of her mother, full C almost D cup breasts, narrow waist, fully rounded hips and a butt to die for.
Yes, I had chosen my wife mostly on physical looks, but she had one helluva brain between her ears. We had a good life until the cancer took her.
I spent over a year in remorse, then one of my best friends said "Hank, you need to let go and get on with life."
This was sage advice that I took to heart, because he always played straight with serious issues. I looked at where my life was and decided to get my head straightened out, that took almost six months, but I managed. My job picked up, my life with my adorable little daughter Hanna got better, in all life was better. Yes Hanna missed mommy, but she soon adjusted to the fact that mommy was not there anymore.
Hanna did very well in school, had lots of friends, and we had several BBQs and pool parties during the late spring thru early fall each year. We had several of my friends and about 10-12 of Hanna's friends to each BBQ, which was very popular among Hanna's friends. As I look back, her girl friends were an extremely attractive bunch growing up, but Hanna didn't seem to date boys. I was concerned that she was turning lesbian, but I never had any proof of that.
When Hanna graduated, I was so proud, but she wanted to attend one of her friend's graduation parties.
I said OK, but you must be home by midnight. She agreed, and went to change for the party, it was after all, Friday and no commitments for Saturday for either of us.
Midnight approached and no Hanna, I started to get a little worried since she had always been a responsible young woman growing up. About ten minutes after midnight, Hanna approached the front door stumbling and obviously drunk, as a car sped away from our house. I opened the door in time to catch Hanna from falling on her face, reeking of beer and almost passing out.
I picked her up in my arms since she was only 105 pounds at 5 foot 2 and I had stayed in shape all these years. I took her to her bedroom, laid her on her bed, removed her shoes, socks, jeans, and blouse, rolled her over and removed her bra. Rolled her back facing up and pulled the covers over her.
Boy she had about the same size and shape tits as her Mother.
I moved a trash can next to her bed in case she had to vomit and left the room with a ten inch hard on in my pants that needed relief. I went to the master bathroom to relieve my aching cock from the sight of Hanna's breasts and realized that I hadn't seen any sign of pubic hair through Hanna's thin panties.
I took off my pants, pulled my cock out of my boxer briefs and started stroking 'Junior', that's what I've always called my cock. I hadn't been with a woman in many years, devoting my time to Hanna and my job, so it only took about five minutes to squirt what seemed like a cup of cum into the toilet.
I couldn't get the sight of Hanna's tits out of my mind and the thought that she shaved her pussy hair was also very enticing. She also had the same butt shape as her Mother, nice round hips, almost a bubble butt, with a deep crack between her butt cheeks. I had never thought of my daughter in such a lusty way and I was going to have to have a talk about her drinking too much beer.
The thought of someone molesting my daughter in her drunken state made my anger rise to the surface in a way that almost frightened me.
The next morning Hanna came to the kitchen table in one of my old T-shirts with the same panties on as last night and stretched to the ceiling, revealing that what I saw last night was true, shaved pussy. I started getting hard as I sat at the table and scooched in so she wouldn't see my hard cock.
She greeted me, thanked me for getting her to bed, and turned to the refrigerator to get milk for her cereal. As she bent over, her panties were pulled into her butt crack showing me a sexy pair of butt cheeks, full pussy lips, and my cock rose to full hardness. I stood and went to the master bathroom to stroke 'Junior' again, God that girl has a sexy body.
The rest of the day passed quietly, without further incidents, and that evening just after dinner, Hanna announced she would be going to a friends house to celebrate with the group that couldn't make it to the Friday party.
I told her to watch how much beer she drank and she agreed to be more careful this time. I set the curfew at midnight again and told her to be home on time.
She said "Dad, I am 18 now, it is legal for me to be out past that, but since I love you, I will be home by midnight."
I was relieved to hear that and told her to have fun, but be careful.