I stood in the kitchen making breakfast as I felt my fathers eyes wondering shamelessly over my body. At the moment I only had on one of his white button-up shirts that stopped in the middle of my ass and a pair of red lace panties with a matching bra.
It was an outfit I saw my mother wear many mornings before, and I remember the way my father would gawk over her and even give himself a few rubs through his shorts when he thought I wasn't watching.
It had been almost a week since the first time I felt my fathers cock in my pussy, and I was craving it again now more than ever. So many times had I masturbated to that night, but it just wasn't the same as hearing my fathers moans mingled with mine as we made love to each other.
"What are you making Kay?" he asked standing behind me and placing his hand on my ass. His touch alone made a small whimper escape my lips and I blushed heavily.
"Just the usual." I smiled removing a pancake from the hot pan and transferring it to a plate as my father gave my ass a light squeeze and kissed my neck.
"Your such a good girl. Thank you." he said in his deep fatherly tone as I moaned beneath my breath. I could feel my pussy starting to become wet as my Dad continued to rub under my shirt on top of my lace panties.
"You must know what this does to me right? You know seeing you dressed like your mother use to drives me wild." He stated in a tone that made a heartbeat begin in my increasingly wet cunt.
My lack of response wasn't due to my nerves but the soft and passionate lips he had placed on mine. His hand remained held onto my ass as his other steadily undone the buttons of my shirt.
Feeling his hand swiftly find and cup my breast like he had done it a hundred times over made me feel as if he had studied my body in hopes of this very occasion. The sweet words he whispered in between long kisses made my lust for him grow until it seeped through the material of my panties.
"Oh daddy." I moaned as I felt his fingers teasingly move down between my legs and touch my wetness before slowly pulling my underwear down along with my shirt letting them drop to the kitchen floor.
"Oh fuck your already so wet." He hummed as he slid his finger into me from behind and filled his free hand with my exposed boob. "I want to love you right here in this kitchen. Is that okay?" he asked as he effortlessly slid another one of his long and thick fingers into me.
"Yes sir," I smirked "I want you to love me like you loved mommy. Right here in this kitchen." I moaned feeling his fingers move faster and deeper. Watching the lust on his face grow as I said those words made a sense of pride rise up in me that I couldn't explain.
A few more moments of him pumping his fingers into my pussy made me hungry for more, and I told him in a hushed whimper. He then pulled them out and spun me around so that I was facing him. I could now clearly see his cock print through his shorts and his burning desire for me behind his eyes.
"Your so beautiful." He said lovingly as he sat me up on the countertop then reaching behind me and unclipping my bra. My breasts hung freely now and my father didn't hesitant to show them attention. "So much bigger now." he chuckled as he fondled them gently.
Again his lips met mine in a passionate embrace but this time I felt his tongue enter my mouth. Our tongues danced together as our kiss deepened leaving the need for breath to become an afterthought. My hands roamed over his chest and stomach as we continued then I tugged on his shirt signaling for him to take it off.