Convenience

It seemed only natural. My daughter, Stacy had been accepted to college here in town, much to her mother’s chagrin. It made no sense for her to spend what little money she made as a waitress on rent, so I offered her the extra room in the apartment I had had since her mother and I divorced several years ago.
Two weeks went by without incident. I mean I caught several glimpses of her as she made her way to and from the bathroom. She had never learned to keep herself covered when she did so and I had watched her body grow in spite of myself. Now, at eighteen, she was a full-grown woman.
And entirely too hot for comfort.
The Saturday night of that second weekend, she stayed home instead of going out with her girlfriends. She curled up on the couch, joining as I watched a ball game.
“What’s the matter, princess?” I asked.
She gave me a run-down of the recent boyfriend and his betrayal with her best friend. Soon, she was crying. I felt like she was a little girl again, weeping in my arms about some boy.
I didn’t realize that I had grown a boner until she looked up at me and asked, “Why can’t I find someone like you, Daddy?”
As I tried to answer, she began rubbing her thigh against my swollen prick. A smile crept onto her face as she watched my embarrassed expression.
“It’s okay, Daddy,” she told me. “I know it’s been a long time.”
Again, I was about to speak, when she reached a hand down between us. I gasped when her fingers found my bulge.
“Wow,” she said. “Am I doing that?”
“Well,” I started, unable to say more.
Stacy, my baby girl, then looked me in the eye and said, “Let’s see what I can do for you, Daddy.”
Sliding to the floor, she knelt between my knees and pulled down my sweat pants. My prick sprang happily out, bouncing off her chin and making her giggle. “God, Daddy,” she joked. “You’re gonna put an eye out with that.”
Without another word, she leaned forward and lowered her mouth onto me, taking the entirety of it into her mouth. I groaned in disbelieving ecstasy. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but I had no idea how good she was.
But she was all-too-happy to show me.
Stacy sucked my cock like a hooker getting a bonus. All I was able to say was, “Babe,” before I shot her mouth full of my goo.
She slurped and hummed and swallowed every drop, cleaning the last drop off before grinning up at me and asking, “Did that help?”
I only nodded.
“Maybe I could sleep in your room, tonight,” she went on, kissing and licking my slowly-deflating member. “I can help relieve some of that stress.”
Needless to say, I’m both afraid of getting caught and ecstatic about having her here. It’s been two months now, and she is living more as my wife than my daughter.
Part of me still feels perverted, but then she kisses me and it all goes away.
Now, she wants to go out in public, somewhere where nobody knows us, and have a real date, complete with end-of-the-evening antics.
I can’t wait.

About the Author

An anonymous construction foreman.