I should start by saying that, while I love my daughter, I never looked at her as anything other than my little girl when she was growing up. Her mother and I had a wonderful marriage and a wonderful sex life. She passed away when Laura was 14 and since then, I've raised her on my own. I dated on and off but never met anyone who made me want to settle down, so it's just been me and Laura for the last 5 years.
When Laura came home on break from college the first time, I could tell that a lot of things had changed because she was dressing much more provocatively and it almost seemed as though she was teasing me and enjoying the involuntary reaction a man gets from seeing a beautiful woman. I just chalked it up to her college life teaching her how much power a woman has over men. I shook my head when she flaunted her body or said inappropriate things.
I never imagined that things would end up the way they did but I'm getting ahead of myself so let me start the story.
'Is that really an appropriate outfit for getting your wisdom teeth pulled?' I asked as Laura appeared in the living room in a jean mini-skirt and a red tank top.
'It's hot daddy, I don't want to get all sweaty,' she whined.
I shook my head and got my car keys. She was standing at the door smiling at getting her way when I opened the door and led her out to the car.
I shook my head again when the dentist came in and almost choked when he saw her sitting in the chair with one leg propped up and her ample breasts thrust out in front of her.
'Good morning Laura, Mr. Sanders,' he said once he gathered his wits about him.
'Good morning,' I replied.
'Hi Dr. Masters,' Laura said in a sing-song voice she'd only recently started using.
'Are you ready to get started?'
She nodded, showing her nerves for the first time since she'd found out she had to have 4 teeth pulled at once.
He sensed her nerves and patted her arm.
'Would you like your dad to stay until the anesthesia takes affect?'
'Would you please, daddy?' she asked, the nerves clearly apparent in her voice.
'Of course pumpkin,' I smiled, remembering the little girl she'd once been.
I took her hand in mine and the nurses and the doctor prepped her for the minor surgery. She held tight until her hand went limp in mine.
'I think she's out,' I announced.
'You can have a seat in the waiting room, the surgery shouldn't take more than an hour and then she'll be in recovery until the anesthesia begins to wear off. We'll let you know when we're through.'
I stroked her hair and looked at her beautiful face.
'I'll take good care of her,' Dr. Masters said.
I nodded and followed the nurse to the waiting room.
I picked up a magazine and found myself flipping pages and lingering on ads of scantily clad women who could be easily interchanged with my Laura. She had become quite a woman in the months she had been away.
Before I knew it, the nurse was showing me into recovery where Laura was sleeping peacefully. I pulled a chair up next to her and took her hand in mine.
'How long before she wakes up?' I asked.
'Shouldn't be long,' Dr. Masters assured me. 'She'll be groggy for a while after she wakes up and don't be surprised if she asks you the same questions a few times. A side effect of the anesthesia is that she won't remember much of what you say or do for the first few hours. It's probably best to just take her home and put her to bed. I'll give you a prescription for some pain pills that she'll need once the medication wears off.'
I nodded as I listened, remembering my own wisdom teeth surgery.
'Thank you very much doctor.'
Moments later, Laura began to stir and, although she protested, I carried her out to the car.
During the ten minute drive home, she must have asked me how the surgery went at least 5 times. I kept smiling and telling her that she was fine and we were headed home.
She fell asleep again before we arrived and I carried her into the house. I was about to lay her into bed when she woke up.
'I feel sticky daddy,' she said in a little girl voice.
'What baby?' I asked, not understanding.
Laura reached up and ran her fingers across her chest and I saw for the first time that there was blood and saliva splattered across her cleavage.
'It's sticky.'
'I'll get you something to clean it up,' I say, trying to pull my eyes away from the beautiful mounds peeking out of her shirt.
'I want to take a bath, daddy,' she whined.
'You're too sleepy to take a bath, you could drown,' I answered.
'Help me daddy. Give me a bath like you used to when I was a baby,' she replied.
Something in her voice would not let me turn her down. I carried her into the bathroom and held her in my arms as I leaned down and started the bath water. She held tight to my neck and I felt her breasts pressing into me. It was an involuntary response and I would have done anything to be able to control it, but I felt my cock stiffen.
As the water began to fill, I started to undress my daughter. Her body revealed itself to me as her clothes hit the floor. She was so beautiful. I hadn't seen a body so perfect since her mother. I tried to force myself to look away as I bared her whole body and lowered her into the water.