It all started last week when I was driving my daughter home from cheerleading practice. It had already gotten dark by the time practice had finished and after waiting outside the school, my little girl hopped in the passenger side of the truck and kissed my cheek.
"Hey Daddy, how's it going?" I told her about my day at the office and then asked her how practice went. "Ugghhh, stupid, but only one more month then I'm finished." Hard to believe, but she would be finishing her first year of community college and then moving away to attend the state university.
I really started to notice how attractive my daughter was becoming just a year earlier when she finished high school. Puberty had hit her pretty hard, her chest had already swollen to a D cup by the time she was 16 and the rest of her filled out and she became very curvy by the time she was 18. She had black hair, smooth skin, and bright blue eyes. She would lay outside on the back porch most Sunday afternoons in the Summer, soaking up the sun in her very small bikini.
I caught myself staring at her from the kitchen window almost every time. My mouth would begin to water and I could practically fell my body sending a concentration of blood down between my legs.
Cheerleading had helped her slim down to more modest proportions but last time I did laundry I noticed she was still a healthy C cup. Good genes I suppose, her mother had always been very attractive and for a man my age, I was still in great shape with broad shoulders, big arms and peppered hair.
We lived about twenty miles from the School and a lot of times my daughter would doze off on the way home. She worked so hard at cheerleading I'm sure it was quite difficult to stay awake after going to class for several hours followed by several more hours of intense exercise. When she said that she was tired and asked if she could lean on my shoulder, I didn't think much of it and just told her, "Sure".
She was still wearing her cheerleader outfit. She was lightly holding my hand and when she snuggled against me I began to smell her perfume, God it was such a turn on.
It didn't help that the way she was slouched over onto me pressed her very large breasts together, giving me a splendid view of my little girls large breasts. I found myself instinctively getting hard.
All of the sudden, my daughter placed her hand over mine. Again, not thinking much of it, I returned the affection and took her hand into mine and we clasped our fingers together so that we were holding hands.
