The alarm clock roused Todd from a fitful doze, god, it felt like he'd barely gotten any sleep at all. Having Chrissy sneak into his room last night, and suck his cock until he unloaded in her mouth had really thrown him for a loop.
He pulled himself from bed and climbed into the shower. The rush of water felt good and helped to wake him up. He ran it over in his mind as he toweled off. Waking up, and having Chrissy's mouth around his cock, sucking him to orgasm....jeez, things were really taking a weird turn. He got dressed for the office and went into the kitchen. He knew Chrissy was a late sleeper, just like his former wife, Eve the slut. Yeah, Eve needed to sleep late all right, after going "out with the girls" and getting fucked by her lover.
He was about to grab a Pop Tart, and wolf that down when Chrissy appeared, wearing a white terrycloth robe. Todd's mind said, coincidence, or planned? He hadn't seen Chrissy at the weekday breakfast table for a long time.
She favored him with a big smile, pranced across the kitchen, and planted a big smooch on his lips. He could detect the faint trace of her peppermint toothpaste on her lips.
"Good morning Daddy, I'm glad you're still here, so I can make you breakfast!"
Todd stammered, "Uh, thanks Chrissy, but I'm just gonna grab a Pop Tart..."
"Daddy, a Pop Tart, for breakfast? All that sugar and that cardboard-like pastry?" Chrissy gently chided him. "You have lots of time, you know how fast the train is to Grand Central, and I am determined not to let you out of the house until you have a nice, hot breakfast!"
Todd's mind had a crazy vision of him taking a seat at the table, and Chrissy throwing off her robe and standing in front of him nude. Watching her climb onto the table, and positioning herself right in front of him, spreading her legs wide, letting him see her smooth, bare pussy. Watching her trail her fingers down to her lips, then spreading her pussy lips open, displaying her wet, hot pink pocket to his gaze.
"Here's your hot breakfast Daddy, oh god I'm so hot, eat my pussy Daddy!"
He shook off the crazy idea and saw Chrissy looking at him with a calm smile. No lust, no hidden meanings, just the smile of his daughter who wanted to do something nice for him. He loved Chrissy, the idea that he would hurt her feelings by rebuffing her offer would make him feel bad. He looked at the clock, he did indeed have plenty of time, so he had no excuse for running away.
"Thank you, sweetheart, I'd love to have a hot breakfast!"
Chrissy smiled even wider, oh god, Daddy had called her sweetheart, it made her heart swell, she loved it when Daddy called her that.
"Thank you, Daddy, I'll make you a great breakfast!"
He sat at the kitchen table and looked through the Wall Street Journal. His eyes kept wandering up to the sight of his daughter at the stovetop, cracking eggs, the coffee maker brewing, the smell of ham sizzling on the frypan, and the smell of toasting bread.
Even though she was wearing a terrycloth robe, he could tell by the way it clung to her backside that she was naked underneath her robe. The harmonious rhythm of her ass cheeks under that robe pulled his attention fully away from the paper, and he put it with his briefcase, so he could read it on the train.
She brought over a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and as she bent down, her robe gapped open, she took her time pulling it shut, and he got a good look at her cleavage, the breasts unencumbered by either bra or nightgown, oh yeah, she was stark and ripely naked under that robe. That got his cock growing, and he scooched his lap under the table as far as he could, to hide the growing bulge.
Chrissy approached the table, and she set down the two plates, Todd's mouth watered, and he realized how hungry he was. Two eggs, over easy, a juicy slice of ham, two slices of toast, and a scoop of potato salad. Todd had frequented a diner where you could get potatoes in any way with your breakfast, even potato salad, and he liked that. Chrissy had prepared his favorite breakfast, and he smiled at her, such a wonderful gesture.
"Thank you, sweetheart, it looks and smells delicious!"
I'll bet your pussy looks and smells delicious too...that thought jumped into Todd's mind, and he quickly dismissed it, although his rock-hard cock ached to find out. He concentrated on his breakfast, and it was fabulous. He didn't know that Chrissy was such an expert at cooking breakfast. He wouldn't mind if this became a regular thing.
He glanced over at Chrissy, and as he saw her lips wrapping around a slice of ham, his mind took him back to last night..feeling those same soft, full lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him, bringing on the explosion of cum, filling her wet, eager mouth...oh god, he had a case of stoneware cock.
If he had his way, he'd take Chrissy to his bed right now and find out how delicious her tight pussy tasted, then fuck her wildly until he blew his balls deep inside her. He breathed deep, remembering that a full day of work lay ahead, and he steered his mind towards the things he had to do at work. His cock started to soften a bit as he ate his meal.
He stood up, and said, "Thank you, sweetheart, that was an excellent breakfast!"
She smiled, stepped towards him, and wrapped her arms around him, he felt the press of her lips. Todd reacted almost without even thinking about it, he wrapped his arms around her, and their lips were suddenly pressing much tighter. His arms slid down her back, cupping Chrissy's ass cheeks, and pulling her body tightly against his.
Chrissy moaned deep in her throat as she felt Daddy's hands grab her ass, she could feel his cock starting to bulge, straining against his trousers, the solid press of it teasing her down there. She was on the verge of reaching down, unzipping his trousers, and letting Daddy's big cock have its way with her, right there in the kitchen, when the kitchen phone rang. They both jumped at the loud intrusion, and it broke the spell. Todd pulled away, took two steps, and answered the phone.
"Hello Todd, it's Brooke."
Todd was surprised, but he replied, "Hey Brooke, what's up?" assuming it had something to do with work.
