The next day I dismissed in my own mind a lot of the more extreme stuff that Elaine had said the night before when she was in the midst of having sex. In the past, she and I had roleplayed at times, play-acting that I was a businessman and she was my secretary, or that I was a priest and she was a penitent slutty parishioner, or that I was an astronaut and she was . . . well, actually, that last one turned out to be pretty stupid, and not nearly as erotic as we had meant it to be at first. In any event, I chalked part of what she'd said as her simply going overboard with the fantasy while we were fucking.
On the other hand, I did take it to heart when she said that one of the central issues for Katie was her poor body image and that, ridiculous as it might sound to a horny male, she was intensely ashamed of her breathtaking tits, which were big in the first place but which looked positively humongous on her tight little body. So from then on, I promised myself, I would make sure to compliment Katie's tits at every opportunity.
I had to work overtime for several hours the next day. When I came home from work late that night Katie had already changed into her night clothes. She greeted me warmly at the door dressed in a demure but still somewhat sexy green cotton nightshirt that she'd had for years.
Originally it had been pretty big on her, but her growth – both in height and bust – plus hundreds of trips through the washing machine had taken a toll. The fabric was sheer in places, especially in her upper chest where the cloth was strained over her big tits. Because her boobs distorted the fabric, the bottom hem came down lower in back than in front. That meant that it managed to barely cover her ass, but the front was so high that it almost exposed her pussy. Being dressed for bed, she wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the tips of her nipples through the thin nightie. As she ran toward me I watched wonderingly as her braless big tits bounced happily.
"Daddy!"
"Hello, sweetie. You look fantastic tonight."
"Really?" She moved back half a step and clasped her hands in mine. The result was that her arms stretched downward, pushing her huge tits together under the flimsy, almost see-through nightgown.
"Yes, really." I answered. "Really beautiful. Really gorgeous. Really Daddy's girl."
"Thanks, Daddy. Wanna watch TV with me for a bit?"
Katie put on a romantic comedy and we settled together on the couch while her mother busied herself in the kitchen fixing a late dinner of leftovers for me. At first, Katie scrunched herself up next to me, her breasts pressing against my chest while my arm, draped over her shoulder and the sofa back, pulled her close to me. But then after a few minutes, Katie relaxed further by laying down on the couch with her head in my lap facing away from the TV, resting on my crotch, with her mouth near my hardening cock. "You don't mind, do you, Daddy?" she asked.
I put my hand on Katie's hip and started stroking her. She relaxed utterly, and soon I could feel her breath become more even and slow. She was asleep, her head positioned so perfectly on my lap that I'd swear that, even through the thin fabric of my pants, I could feel her slow, sweet breath on my cock. Slowly my cock inflated so that, after a few minutes, my cock head was right next to her lips.
Elaine chose that moment to enter the room from the kitchen. "Oh my!" she said. "Don't you two look perfect!"
"It's not what it looks like," I said in a soft voice. "She's asleep."
Elaine lowered her voice to just above a whisper and replied, "Well, asleep or not, the two of you look sexy as hell. She's in just the right position for you, isn't she?"
