Hi my name is Bob, and this is the first in a series of tales about my "special" relationship with my daughter.
When I wrote this, it was football season, and I knew my daughter would be having some late nights after practice. Don't get confused here, the local high school doesn't have any female players, and my little girl is not a cheerleader, or in the marching band or anything like that. Nope, my sweet little baby is the team slut.
Don't be shocked, she is almost 19 years old. You see, she has a December birthday and therefore she started grade-school a year late. When my ex-wife and I made that decision over 13 years ago, we never thought that one day our sweet little Christine would be getting stuffed full of cock by the local jocks.
You are probably asking yourself how I can live with myself, knowing what I have just written. Well, kind readers, call me a dirty old man, call me sick, call me what you want- but living with such a young whore has its perks.
The following is an account from Columbus Day morning. Christine and I both had the day off from school and work, and I had woken up extremely horny and headed to the wide-screen TV in the living room to watch some porn.
I was sitting on the couch, my hard dick in my hand, watching two blonde big-titted starlets swirl their tongues around some lucky porn actor's cock. It was around 10:30am, and I heard the toilet flush up in Christine's room- I knew she would be coming down for breakfast soon.
She came downstairs, eyeing my stiff cock, and smiled as best as she could as she sat down across the room in a big easy chair. Her weak smile could not hide the fact that she was dreadfully hung-over, and not quite walking straight.
As she rubbed her temples and yawned a sort of painful yawn, my eyes glanced up and down her young body. Standing about 5'-7" tall, with dirty blonde hair and stunning green eyes, my little girl was nothing short of beautiful. As she leaned forward in the chair, her hair swayed over her luscious 34C tits which were barely contained by the "wife-beater" shirt that she wore above some flannel pajama bottoms.
"Have a long night, honey?"
She groaned, "Yes, daddy…"
"Come here let me rub your neck for you…"
"Mmm.. ok, daddy…"
My cock was still hanging rather obscenely out of my boxers when Christine came and nearly sat on it as she waited to feel my soothing hands on her body.
I started slowly working on her lower neck and shoulders, knowing from experience that this is where the hang-over attacks you…
After a few minutes, she had totally melted into me and her lower back was rubbing against my dick as her head was now leaning back onto my shoulder while I caressed her.
"So, did you have fun with the team last night, sweetie?" I asked as my hands slowly began to trace up and down the sides of her rib-cage.
"Daddy! What kind of question is that? You know I always love hanging out with the boys." She replied as she playfully shook her ass against my cock and balls.
