Taking Care of Daddy while Mom's at Work
"Daisy," Heather grumbled to the dog following her. "I'm horny. Where's daddy?"
Heather groaned to herself as she stomped her feet, strolling around the house, bored, and naked except for her hair scrunchie and her Ugg boots.
Her mother was at work at the hospital. She had told her daughter to finish a certain number of "job applications and/or college applications." So far, Heather had completed zero.
She stopped by the window and played with her blonde hair, unconcerned that someone might see her naked.
She kicked the wall and strolled over to the dining room. She touched the edge of the dining table. She scooted closer to that edge and squatted a little, bringing her pussy to the edge of the table. She rubbed herself against it. She giggled at the feeling and closed her eyes.
She thought about Andy, her old boyfriend, high school sweetheart, who left her for the army. She frowned. She pictured a former teacher, strict, mean all the time, pictured him softening for her, disciplining her, punishing her. But he had given her a low grade.
So, she thought about Caledon, her mother's new husband, and smiled.
She rubbed herself against the hard edge and sang, "Mm."
She wiggled her hips and held on the edges of the table and grinded into it.
Daisy the dog barked at her. She looked down at Daisy and giggled at him. She leaned back so she could see the lips of her pussy slithering against the edge. She squatted a little so she could glide it against her clit.
"Oh, fuck," she muttered. "Oh, fuck."
Daisy ran away behind her. She followed his feet to the door, where Caledon was standing there in his reflective construction worker safety vest, staring at her with his mouth agape.
"Daddy!" she cried out, running to him.
"Bumpkin?" Caledon said, opening his large arms, dropping his toolbox, letting her jump onto him with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. A passerby outside saw them. Caledon kicked the door closed behind him and carried her inside.
"I missed you," she purred.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked. "Huh? And why are you naked?"
She shrugged and smothered his face with kisses.
"Hmm, I missed you, too, bumpkin. I told you guys I was coming by for some lunch."
She dismounted him and turned around. She took his hands from behind and made him wrap them around her waist.
"Mom must be at work, huh?" he figured.
"Yup. They called her in. And I'm all alone," she complained.
"And naked."
She pulled him towards the couch.
"Baby, let me just relax," he said.
"No," she said flatly. "I wanna take care of you."
"Let me get some lunch."
"Nope."
"Baby, please."
"I'm bored."
"Well, watch TV or something but..."
"Kisses first," she commanded him.
He groaned but plopped himself on the couch anyway. She sat next to him, turned towards him, one booted leg slung over his.
"What'd you do all day?" he asked, glancing at her knees, her breasts, her neck.
"Making videos."
"Nude? Please tell me no."
She laughed and stared at his lips. "No. Fashionista videos."
"What is that?"
"I show off my wardrobe." She kissed his cheek. "My thigh-highs and my pretty dresses and my cute rompers and my plaid skirts and my sexy tube tops." She kissed his other cheek. "My last one got almost a hundred thousand views."
"No shit?"
