It was Saturday morning, and I woke up with a smile on my face. I still had the taste of my daddies cock in my mouth, in the hunger to have even more. I just couldn’t believe, but it really had happened! I had always had Is subtle yearning, a naughty desire buried somewhere deep back in my mind and now it all just made sense. When I felt him, last night, when his manhood had awakened, against the desire of my innocence.
My naked body felt different against and the freshly clean cotton sheets that clung to me. It was Saturday morning, probably about 10:30. Sleeping in on Saturday, that’s the one thing I normally really relished. But today was different, today I wanted more than anything to see my dad! The oversized T-shirt that I had peeled off the night before lay in a crumpled pile on my bedroom floor. I pressed it into my face. It smelled like him, and I smiled once again. Quickly I threw the old shirt over my head. It fit loosely, over my shapely teenage body, and asI made my way downstairs, it was the only thing, covering my body.
Dad was the one who made breakfast in our family. As I scurried down the stairs, I could smell waffles cooking. Waffles were my favorite! How I love that man! Despite all our little spats, I knew that he loved me! Sure enough, there he was in the kitchen, in front of the waffle iron, standing there and a cute little pair of plaid blue boxers. The same ones that I had pulled violently from around his waist the night before. I bit my lip, secretly lusting again.
I crept quietly up behind him, my bare feet, making no noise, as I slipped in my hands around his semi naked waste, and pressing my breasts and to his back squeezed him into a tight passionate embrace.
“Good morning daddy”, I whispered into his ear sexily. His muscles tensed as he felt my body close to his. “Jesus! Lindsey,” He replied, “You gave me a little scare, sneaking up on me like that!”
“Don’t worry,” I said, “Obviously mom is asleep. And the boys I have already left to go to the farm.”
“Your mom sure does know how to sleep,” he chuckled, “but still, baby,” he added smiling, “You have to be careful the way you’re pressing into me like that! I don’t think your mom would be too understanding.”
“I don’t really care what mom thinks,” I said slipping my hand underneath the elastic waist line of his briefs. “She can’t satisfy you like I can,” I added between gritted teeth. I began gently running my hand over the length of his now hardened cock. I could feel the wetness of pre-come beginning to form on the end of his stiff prick. “The truth is, daddy,” I cooed, “I need more!”
I tugged the elastic band carefully, pulling at his shorts as they fell neatly around his ankles. He groaned softly, as his length strained against the smooth long strokes of his daughters small hand. Turning around, he moved his large hands pushing the old T-shirt that once was his gently over my naked hips, And slowly moving the fabric up from the bottom of my perfect breasts, and raising my arms over my head, daddy, meticulously removed the shirt exposing my beautiful young body for his wanton eyes to capture.