Placing my golf clubs carefully in the trunk of my Audi, I stood still for a moment to stare at my scorecard. I double-checked my addition and sure enough I had come in with a 79, a new personal best. Yes! Life was good and getting better every day. I had only taken up golf two years ago and was sure that my teaching-pro was going to be pleased with my progress. My only regret was that I was forced to wait until I was almost forty to take up the sport. It was just over two years ago when that bitch wife of mine left our daughter Lori and I to move out of state to spend the inheritance she received when her well-to-do father passed away. She didn't want to share "her" considerable fortune but the upside was that I didn't have to pay alimony and because she left our daughter Lori with me, I had no child support to pay either. I wished her no harm but thought about all the fun I missed because she was such a super-bitch for so many years. I had wanted to start golfing years ago but she thought it was selfish and irresponsible of me to take an afternoon away from her to play a round of golf with the guys. Well fuck that and fuck her!
I kept reminding myself to not dwell in the past but to live for the future. Yes, life was good. I had a great career, a beautiful 18 year old daughter who seemed to adore me and I had just played my best ever round of golf. The engine in my S8 roared to life, I opened the sunroof, put on my shades and cracked a smile as I hit the CD player and discovered that Lori's Backstreet Boys CD was still in the player. I'd never let her know it but I didn't hate their music as much as I let on.
Looking at the sky through the sunroof and tapping my fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music, I suddenly felt like a teenager again. My daily workouts at the gym and three or four rounds of golf each week had kept me in good shape. There was no fat on this body, my hair had yet to turn grey and my green eyes still seemed to be able to attract the gaze of the opposite sex. Maybe it was time to start looking for someone to share the rest of my life with. It had been a long time since I had slept with anyone. Even though my wife was a bitch I had remained completely faithful. Not that I didn't have the opportunity to stray. That sexy little secretary of mine had been a little cock tease for a long time but no matter how much cleavage she would show me, I remembered a lesson I had learned a long time ago, not to fish in the company pond. That was after all, how I had met my wife.
It was easy to remember the early days when she would come into my office, close the door, suck me off, zip me up and be back at her office in Accounting before anyone would miss her. She was a sexy bitch to be sure. And oh how she seemed to love swallowing my cum. Most of the time she would rather suck me off than make love. Who was I to argue? For some reason, all that changed after the birth of our beautiful baby girl. From the time she was a baby, Lori was the love of my life and her seemingly endless devotion to me made it easy for her to have me wrapped around her little finger. I would do anything for her and as she started to grow up, she would do the same for me. She was rarely far from my side and although she was not a tomboy, she seemed to spend far more time with me than her mother. I think this is what caused my wife to grow more distant as each year past. With the benefit of hindsight, I guessed that my ex-wife's behaviour was the result of the amount of time that Lori spent with me and that she felt a little jealous and perhaps, left out. Even when we were together at the beach or at a restaurant, little Lori would rarely speak to her mother. Instead, she seemed perfectly happy to confine her conversation to me. She always answered my wife's questions with as short an answer as possible and I suppose the long and short of it was that they really didn't like each other much.
I am thankful to my wife for one huge reason however. It seems that Lori has benefited considerably from dipping into my ex-wife's gene pool. Lori is every bit as beautiful as her mother and as she started to grow up, I realized she would become every father's worst nightmare. I was not looking forward to all the scuz balls that would be showing up at our front door to take Lori "to the movies". By the age of 15, Lori had become a beautiful woman and I had to keep reminding myself that she was still a little girl and more importantly, was my daughter. I thought back to when I was 15 and couldn't remember any girls at school who were blessed with Lori's figure. I noticed that some of Lori's girlfriends were equally well endowed and I often contemplated how the human species was evolving.
Now that Lori was 18, she had a body that most women would kill for. Large, firm and full C cup breasts, a cute little ass and long slender legs that made me slap myself on the side of the head every time I caught myself staring at them. I sometimes put the staring down to the fact that I hadn't had sex in over two years and whether she was my daughter or not, I had a beautiful and sexy woman living under the same roof.
Oddly however, Lori did not seem to date much. When she did, it was always with a bunch of friends and she was always home early, usually electing to sit with me to watch whatever DVD I had rented for the night. I wasn't sure why she didn't seem to have a steady boyfriend but I will admit it took a lot of worry away knowing she wasn't fighting some guy off in the back seat of his car.
For years, Lori had gotten into the habit of lying on the couch with her head in my lap while we watched a movie together. I would always stroke her hair as she laid her head in my lap and had been doing so since she was a little girl. She always seemed to love it when I stroked her hair and I would catch her staring up at me from time to time with a happy and contented look on her face. Every once in awhile, she would comment on how safe and happy she felt when we were together like this.
More recently, I was becoming a little distressed on "movie night" at home. Just as always, Lori would curl up on the couch and lay her head in my lap. Lately however, she had started to dress much differently. Gone were the flannel pyjamas of her youth, gone were the big comfy sweats of her early teens, now she was starting to wear little tube tops or halter tops which seemed far too small given the size of her breasts. Also, she would wear silk running shorts that looked like they came from a Victoria Secrets collection instead of a sporting goods department. This meant that while she laid her head on my lap, if I looked down at her instead of watching the movie, I would be treated to a view of the upper curves of her beautiful breasts, often with abundant cleavage, and I could see the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh as she laid on the couch beside me. Sometimes, I would catch myself looking at her pussy because the silky little shorts seemed to have gone right up her little slit. I had to doubt that she wore panties in order for the silk shorts to mould so perfectly to the outline of her pussy.
