Though I am married to a very sexy woman, she lost her physical love for me years ago, leaving me with nothing but my mind and hand to satisfy my need. She is lost in a world that surrounds her with creature comforts; only the best will do no matter the cost. Though I could afford it, it has left a bad taste in my mouth, leaving me to focus all my affections to the only gift she gave me with out a price tag, you.
I remember bringing you home almost 19 years ago, so full of life and love, you grew into a beautiful young woman. We sent you to the best schools that sharpen your mind and you developed a quick wit to match it. You would pick up on things others have missed; which led me to my downfall..
Along with your mind, you were gifted with a body like few others. It always amazed me at only 5’6” your body was the picture of perfection. An ample bust fitted on your petite frame gave you the look of a goddess as your long blond hair flowed over your shoulder. Shapely legs topped with your firm back side, you always to the extra time to play up your figure but only slightly. Many time I would see men, old and young, stare at you as we walk together at the mall or at your school, the lust barely hidden from view. As you grew more I began to notice it myself, with shame I would look at you run around out side by the pool or as you worked out in the home gym your mother bought.
I think you picked up on this and played it up for all it was worth. Wearing your school uniform that you previously would shuck off right after you were home stayed on when I was home, letting it flip around as you bounced from room to room. On the weekends you would run around in tight tops and tighter shorts, bending over often in front of me, letting me know you were watching me. Many times my mind and hand would wander over my manhood thinking of you and soon the guilt of what I did faded.
Often we would welcome the morning together in the kitchen as you would get ready, and you would get more daring with your teasing, letting me see your underwear as your skirt rode up as you reached for something up high, looking back to make sure I was looking or you sit on the counter and slowly open your legs, flashing me’ as we talked.
“Mommy wants you to help her move her new vanity upstairs while I’m at school. Thank the Lord I only have a few weeks till I graduate and I have the whole summer to send with you until I move to State.” Your legs scissoring open and closed about two inches, letting me see your laced underwear. “You need to see this set she bought, it’s frigging huge. It has this high backed chair and a lighted mirror. I think its oak or something, so have fun lugging it.
You hop off the counter and kiss me like every morning, but this time you kiss my lips, letting it linger a moment. You bounce out the door to the car and leave me alone with my thoughts and, oh yah, my wife. I walk out to the garage to see her new acquisition and was taken back by the shear size of the mirror and chair. Tasteful and fine with much love put into the details. I bring up the pieces to my room and start to set it up. I could afford to have someone do this but I still take pride in my ability to take care of these things myself. And she gives me plenty to do with her spending habits.
After I finish, I start to head to the kitchen, hungry from the lifting and walk past your room. I stop and open your door. The large bed covered with a canopy, lends to the image of the princess you are. I walk around your room and glance at your kingdom, trying to get a feel for what’s going on in your life. I spy a notebook on your desk and flip through it. After a few pages I realize that I’m actually looking at your diary. I sit on your bed and start to read. I find that you have been growing up with out me knowing, kissing boys, and letting them feel your body and you touching one for the first time. No mention of having your virginity taken, but you have been thinking about it. In a trance, I read more and find that you have a crush on an unnamed man that you wish you could tell but don’t feel like he thinks of you in that way.
Reading to the last page, skipping a few, I read your last entry dated last night.
“Were do I start, diary? I need to tell him how I feel and how much I want him. I can’t stop thinking about him. His strong hands, his deep eyes and what I think is a large cock. I need to feel his deep inside of me, ripping me up. I want to feel his tongue over my clit as her eats me. I want to feel his lips on mine as we make love, as we fuck our way to heaven. I want to feel my lips stretched buy his manhood. God, please bring him to me. I can’t even take the feel of my dildo anymore, all I want is him. I know I shouldn’t feel this way but Daddy turns me on so much. I just want to feel his cock explode in my pussy so bad, but the words won’t come out.”
I drop the book in shock. My baby wants me to fuck her. I sink down and think and soon I realize I’ve wanted the same thing. I walk out of your room in a daze on slam into your mother. She still has her youthful body, not as fine as yours but still able to turn a head or two. She says she has been looking for me. She goes on and on how I didn’t put the chair in the right spot and how she thinks I scratched the arm on it. She talks to me, but she could be a mile away. My only thoughts are of you, stripped down to nothing riding my face and licking my hard on. She bring me back to earth by yelling at me to fix her chair before her gets out of the shower. She needs to get ready for a party at her friends house.
I go to my room and start to look at her chair. Nothings wrong with it as far as I could tell and sit in it to test it. It’s very strong, able to hold my frame and relax for a moment. I lose track of time and soon drift off to a light sleep. I dream of you and see in my mind, you on your knees in front off me and looking at my eyes. Your mouth is open and your tongue is circling my hard on. You take me in deep and I guild your head with my hands, not hard but just enough to let you know I’m in charge of the pace.
Suddenly I’m awoken with your mother’s screeching in my face. She needs me to move my “lazy ass” out of her chair. I get up and go to leave, as she tears into me about how she just keeps me around for the money and wishes she didn’t saddle herself down with a loser. Something inside me snaps and I walk over to my closet, pulling out what I need. I close the door and turn to her. “We need to talk, honey.”
It’s three o’clock and I waiting for you to come home in the hallway. I hear your car pull in and I listen to your footfalls up the stairs to the house. You open the door and drop your book bag, turning to see my grinning face.
