It was nearly four-thirty in the afternoon when Heather finally got the food, dishes, pots and pans unpacked and put away. She had been working with her dad since about seven that morning loading up the rental truck and moving her stuff. Several friends lent a hand but as the day wore on they slipped away finally leaving just Heather and her father. She carried the last of the boxes marked kitchen over to the dumpster and on the way back realized she hadn't seen or heard from her father for at least an hour.
Stepping into her apartment she called out, "Dad?" When he didn't respond she considered raising her voice, but then decided to wander though the apartment. Sure enough she found him on her bed taking a nap. She wasn't surprised, her dad had been up late the night before flying in from a work trip and then started before sunrise helping her move. She went ahead and continued unpacking, but instead of dragging the box of stuff for the bedroom closet into the bedroom, she opened the box in the living room and carried the items from there.
Heather's plan seemed to work as she was able to unpack the box without waking her father. As she continued easing in and out of the bedroom she couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in her father's shorts. Initially, it embarrassed her to see the obvious tent in his pants, but as she continued in and out of the room, a curiosity came over her. Several times between loads, she's paused in the room, walking around the bed in an effort to look up his shorts and see a bit more of him.
By bending some near the foot of the bed she could look up one of the legs of his shorts and see a bit of skin peeking through the stretched underwear. She felt an odd tingling between her legs as she continued peeking at him. In spite of the fact it was her dad, she was impressed with its size and firmness. Yeah, from the looks of this, her dad did not need that little blue pill, especially since her mom had gone through menopause and treated sex as an annoyance.
"Poor guy," Heather thought, "It's probably been years since someone, other than himself, had gotten him off. He's probably never had a decent blowjob in his life."
She headed into the living room, paused at the box thinking. After just a few seconds she walked over to the apartment door and locked it. She then crept into the bedroom and looked down at her father, still fast asleep on his back, his cock rock hard.
Her initial plan was to simply move in, unfasten his shorts and then get started as he was waking up, but she realized it would simply take too long to get to his cock that way. As loose fitting as his shorts were she realized all she really had to do was pull back on the elastic leg of his underwear and his cock would slip right out. She knew she wouldn't have a lot of time here since her dad was sure to wake up quickly. Her only real hope would be to make him feel so good that he'd simply be overcome, enough to block his natural tendency to avoid this contact with his daughter.
Heather slowly crawled onto the bed and positioned herself where she was kneeling above him, her head just inches above his tented shorts. He was still asleep, snoring lightly. Moving quickly, she eased her hands under his shorts, then quickly grabbed the elastic of his underwear, pulled it up and away from his cock and immediately slide her mouth over the head, sucking wildly.
