It was one of those days that are so humid your clothes stick to you. It was mid July, thundery and school was out. I was showering for the second time that day, and oh god, did the water feel good on my tan skin. I stood under the spray in the upstairs bathroom. The door was wide open, letting the breeze from my room fan into the room. No one was home, and I was enjoying the freedom that an empty house gave me. I knew I had to hurry though, Daddy would be home soon, and he'd be desperate for the shower.
Thinking of my daddy gave me naughty thoughts, though. He was graying around the edges, with deep brown eyes. I felt my pussy moisten. Daddy always got me wet. How long had this been happening? I thought back. I remember being a teenager and seeing him naked in the shower, masturbating. I was enthralled, his huge cock glistened, then long strings of cum poured forth, and sprayed the very walls of the shower I stood in. After that, I masturbated every night myself, fingers deep in my pussy dreaming of that sticky white cum coating my throat, my skin, my snatch. At first, I was ashamed, daughters should not think of their Daddy's like that, but god I could not stop them.
I drifted back into consciousness, as I heard my father's car pull into the drive way. I moved to jump out, but a second thought hit me. I was a red-blooded woman, he a red-blooded man, and I wanted him. Believe me, I always get what I want. So that day, I decided daddy would be seeing a lot more of his baby girl.
Don't get me wrong, I had a healthy, if not promiscuous sex-life, but my partners only ever got me truly off if they used my daddy's special name for me - Babydoll. I wanted my dad to scream that, while he was ball deep in my cunt. So, I stayed in the shower, back to the open door, singing.
Daddy always came straight to the shower when home from work. I began to soap myself, the steam getting thicker. I heard his footfalls on the steps, and him come to the bathroom. my heart was pounding...
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It had been hell at work in this heat. My shirt was soaked in my sweat, and the site had been so busy, I hadn't had chance to even wash my face all day. I drove home, eager to jump in the shower, freshen up before confronting my daughter on how lazy she had been since breaking up for the summer from school. Pulling into the drive, she had given me more than enough ammunition, as I stepped through the door, the house was a tip. Plates were left dirty, and rubbish all over the kitchen. I made for the stairs, to drag her from her room and make her tidy, but heard the shower. I trudged the steps, and when I hit the landing, the steam hit me. Damn that little bitch! She never shut the door!
