I woke up in the night to daddy's hardness between my thighs. The arm he had around me was covering one ample DD breast.
I had the brief thought that we should get dressed. If Aunty or Mother should come looking... No point in getting caught.
I slipped out from under daddy's arm and left the motel bed. We had showered earlier so I just had to get dressed.
I opened my suitcase and pulled out my travel pj's. Black lulu shorts and an old American Flag T-shirt of my dads.
I loved wearing Daddy's clothes, especially to bed. Just before my 18 birthday Daddy went through his wardrobe and donated a bunch of stuff to the men's mission.
I asked to go through it first and kept a couple pairs of joggers that tied at the waist and about seven graphic T's. One for every day. Oh and two hoodies. One navy Campus crew and one black American Eagle.
I lived in them. I wore them for running, for bed, camping, down time... It made me feel sexy and powerful to wear daddy's clothes. Like I was stealing him away.
Mom would click her tongue and shake her head to see me lounging in my dads clothing. Completely unaware of the sexual state wearing them caused me.
I felt so horny and so connected to my dad wearing his clothes. Dad would always comment. "Wow Sammy! You look great in my clothes!" I just laugh and joke "you do too by the way."
I complimented my Dad a lot. He had me very young and really took care of his body so he was truly a hunk. My 18 year old body sizzled with desire for him long before tonight.
On my way back to bed I stood to look at daddy. He was sprawled out in the bed on his back. One arm over his head, the other lay on his flat tummy. The covers had slipped down exposing his sculpted chest and his sexy groin. He looked like something right out of GQ.
His face was flush, his blond head tousled and he had a sexy pout. I grabbed my smartphone and took his pic. That was gonna be my favourite picture for a long time!
As I stood there staring daddy came awake. "Hey baby..." His sexy voice sounded so sleepy. I started to get wet. "Drop that stuff and come here. Let me love you."
I didn't realize I had felt tense until relief flooded me. I surged forward. I wasn't sure how I expected the morning after to look but I was relieved that he wanted me still. Part of me feared that he was going to wake up and realize he'd made a mistake.
A tear squeezed out. I set my stuff on the bed side table and turned on the side lamp. Shutting the overhead light I climbed back into his waiting arms.