Daughter & Dad, I was sitting on my couch, having some popcorn, enjoying the end of a great day, when my beautiful daughter Kayla emerged from the shower to join me, wearing a short nightie that barely contained her.
We’d been celebrating her 30th birthday all weekend, just the two of us, as it had often been over the years. I’d adopted her late in her childhood, after her parents died, but, I’d known her her entire life.
“Hey, daddy,” she said, sitting down next to me. Looking at the television, she turned her nose up at what I was watching and lunged over me, grabbing for the remote, giving me a complete look inside her nightie at the same time.
I knew it was wrong, but, it sent a jolt of electricity through my whole body. The thinking part of my brain worked hard to deny it, but, my subconscious knew that if asked to draw my perfect woman, it would just be a picture of her. I shifted my legs to try to hide the erection she’d just given me.
If she was aware of the mini-show she’d just put on, or the effect it had, she didn’t acknowledge it. Having picked another program, she nestled in beside me, laying her head on my shoulder.
“I’m old now, daddy.”
I rolled my eyes sideways to look at her. “First of all, you can’t be old, because, what would that make me. Second of all, you still are, always have been, and always will be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
“Kayla, you are head-to-toe gorgeous. And you’re not old.”
“Okay, but… I’m 30 now, and I always wanted to have lots of kids but I’m 30 and I don’t have any kids and it feels like time is running out.”
I reached over and squeezed her leg. “Baby girl, there’s still plenty of time. And you’re going to be an amazing mom.”
She reached for my popcorn, her hand grazing across my pants, brushing briefly against my erection. Had she noticed? She didn’t seem to react at all. But then, a few seconds later, she did the same thing again. Harder, this time, and with the hint of a smile.
For the next few minutes it seemed like she was playing a game, finding any excuse to reach over me, always brushing against my crotch.
“I’m cold.” She pushed up against me for warmth, climbing up in to my lap. My erection was now nestled directly in the crack of her ass. Any thought that this still might all be an accident was swept away as she clenched her butt and slid slowly up and down, three times, her long, dark, wet hair whipping me in the face.
I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly. She shifted and the bottom of her nightgown rode up her legs, revealing her panties. I could see they were white with little hearts all over them, and I could see a wet spot on the crotch.
“You make me feel so safe, daddy,” she said, shimmying a little further up my lap. She took my hand and placed it on her belly, the fingertips just grazing her panties.
I started rubbing her stomach, my fingertips running over her panties. As I continued they moved further and further down, millimeter by millimeter, almost of their own accord. I looked for any sign it was making her uncomfortable, but, she just sighed and leaned harder in to me.