Lauren would never forget the day she noticed her dad's bulge for the first time. She had been doing her homework at the kitchen table, trying to avoid getting "senioritis" like every other 18-year-old senior in her high school seemed to have. As she moved her hand to grab a glass to get a sip of water, she knocked her favorite pen down on the floor, and when moving her feet to check where it landed, she accidentally kicked it into a very inconvenient location. It glided across the floor under the table, bounced off the wall, and behind a cabinet.
"Ugh, just my luck," Lauren thought, unaware of how fortunate she was.
Lauren was forced to get on her hands and knees, a position which she would later decide to be one of her favorites, and she ducked under the table to find and dislodge the pen. While she was scrounging down below, her dad arrived in the room, unaware of his daughter's location. He pulled out a chair and sat down. Lauren was going to say something, but her parents started chatting, and she didn't want to interrupt. As soon as she grabbed the pen, she grasped it and looked over at her father's lap as he leaned back, letting his legs slide apart. He whistled at his wife as she bent over and said some comments that made Lauren roll her eyes and blush.
Then Lauren saw it. Her dad's slacks were a little strained against his crotch, but she could see the outline of his cock. As her parents flirted, she could see it start to grow. She grasped her pen firmly, and a thought popped into her head: "That cock looks a lot thicker than this pen."
The thicker and longer the cock got, the wider her eyes opened. As it expanded to full-size, Lauren gasped and tried to sit up suddenly, causing her to bang her head on the table, abruptly stopping her parents' banter. The view of her dad's bulge was gone as he moved to see what happened.
Ever since then, whenever somebody mentioned a "bulge," the image of her dad's cock growing in his pants sprang to mind. It fascinated her. "I came from that," she would think to herself with a sense of reverence. Since that fateful day, she would discreetly look for swollen crotch mounds when men were in the correct positions, but nothing seemed to compare to the paternal bulge that would remain burned into her memory. It was perfect.
Lauren was excited about getting out of high school and into college. She had dated some boys but never very seriously, as she never felt like there was a proper connection. Lauren knew she was attractive. Her breasts were nicely sized, and Lauren's blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders, over her back, and down toward her fantastic ass that she got from staying active with volleyball. She studied hard, had a few good friends, and had always figured there would be time enough for romance in college. After all, she was almost out of high school anyway. She decided not to bother with finding a boy to date. She didn't need a boy to be happy, and besides, anything she starts with a boy now will most likely end in a few months anyway. What mattered more and more, however, was that bulge. It entered her dreams at night. Visions of it flashed to her when she sat at the table where she saw it for the first time. There was something about it that she simply... needed. Her thoughts and feelings confused her, so she tried to focus on school.
It was in the early evening on a Wednesday when Lauren would finally admit to herself what she wanted and needed in her life. She had finished volleyball practice, and instead of getting a bite to eat with friends like usual, she decided to go home.
Tim was too horny to think straight when he got home from work and didn't shut the door to his study. He thought he would be safe since his daughter's usual routine meant she wouldn't be back for another hour at least. He needed to empty his balls one way or another, but his wife Kristen was out helping a friend plan a wedding.
Lauren heard strange sounds from her dad's study, and her tight volleyball shorts conformed to her mouth-watering ass as she crept up to the doorway to peek inside. Her dad was in his chair before the computer, facing away from the door. She could see the screen, but there was only text on it. Her dad's forearm moved up and down as he groaned. Her eyes flicked over to a mirror on the wall and saw what she hoped she would see: a magnificent piece of daddy meat in all its engorged splendor. At that point, Lauren simultaneously experienced two sensations that she'd feel at least once daily from now on. The first was wetness. At the rate she was leaking, she was sure her volleyball shorts would be soaked if she didn't slide them off and take care of things in her bedroom. The second sensation was thirst. It surprised her, of course, because she hadn't ever thought much about oral sex, but something about that cock made it seem like it belonged in her mouth. Nibbling, sucking, licking, teasing, gagging, she wanted to do it all. She hadn't ever done it before, but she had seen it in porn movies, and her friend Jessica told her how she did it herself for the first time on Christmas break and loved it. Lauren and Jessica were in the same class, though Jessica was a little older. The way Jessica described cock sucking, it sounded like the most fun thing ever. At the time, Lauren was doubtful she would ever get as into it as much as her friend, but she sure did get an itchy pussy after hearing about it. Now, though, any doubts she ever had vanished. She saw the perfect cock for her: her daddy's cock.
Later that night, Lauren went to see what her daddy was reading. She was lucky, as her daddy forgot to log out of his account. After looking back through the browser history, Lauren's heart seemed to leap with joy. The stories he had been reading were precisely what she had been hoping for, almost too good to be true. They had been about incest, specifically, daddy/daughter incest.
"Don't get too excited," Lauren thought, "just because he reads this doesn't mean he'll go for it if he gets the chance." However, those thoughts weren't in her head for long before she wasn't wearing anything but her socks and reading the same stories her father had been jerking off to earlier in the day as she did the same. Lauren's arousal grew when she thought about how she was sitting in the same chair where her daddy had cum multiple times, imagining his own daughter's sexy body.
The next day she woke up with a new purpose, to look up at her father's face while she was kneeling, worshipping the cock that made her. She didn't know how to do it, but she knew she was going to, one way or another.
The problem was, she didn't know how. Lauren couldn't just go up and ask him, could she? What would she say, "Daddy, can I please suck your cock?" That would surely get her an appointment with a psychologist, she thought. She knew incest was taboo, but something inside her told her what she felt was right. She loved her daddy, and there was nothing wrong with expressing that in a way that she was most comfortable with. "I want what I want, and nothing will stop me from getting it," Lauren decided.
Over the next few weeks, she did everything possible to get Tim to make the first move. Lauren bent over in front of her dad to show off her ass and kissed him on the cheek while pressing her breasts up against him a little too firmly and a little too long. She sucked and nibbled on anything remotely phallic when she ate, trying to get Tim's attention. She wanted him to want her just as badly as she wanted his cock.
Lauren studied the stories her dad was reading. She started dressing more like the girls in the stories, with shorter and shorter skirts, tighter tops, and more sensual panties, which she allowed to be "accidentally" viewed in the most discreet ways possible. She bent over a little further than necessary when picking up her shoes and tripped and fell over a few too many times, giving a great excuse to let all of her best parts be visible. While her daddy was on the couch, she threw herself flat on the floor in front of him, between the couch and the TV. Her belly was down, and her ass inched up slowly as she supported her head with her hands and pretended to watch what was on. Her legs opened just slightly, her pussy gushing as she imagined him looking down at her with hunger, and she squirmed backward just about an inch, causing her short skirt to just slightly up her ass, just barely exposing the fact she wasn't wearing panties.
