Dating my Daughter
by Pan
Chapter 1
“It’s important you know what to expect,” I rumbled. My daughter shot me a look.
“Daddy, I’ve been on dates before.”
I waved her objection away, avoiding her eyes. “You’re eighteen now. I want to make sure you understand what a real date looks like before you leave for college.”
“And you think a real date looks like…my father?”
I nodded, and Cherese sighed.
“Sure,” she said, giving me a cheeky grin. “I guess. I mean, if you’re paying.”
I laughed, and ruffled her hair. This was going to be a date she’d never forget.
The next night, my wife and daughter exchanged an amused glance as I left the house, drove around the block, and returned to knock on the front door. It was important that everything was done properly.
My wife answered the door.
“I’m here for Cherese,” I said, resisting the urge to run my eyes up and down my wife’s body. After all, what kind of a man would check out his date’s mother? My daughter deserved much better than that.
“Cherese!” she called out. “Your date is here.”
My wife of twenty years gave my body an approving glance, something I sincerely hope she wouldn’t do to our daughter’s future dates. I had dressed up for the evening, of course, and was wearing a suit and tie. I may have been in my forties, but I kept myself in good shape, and had been told I could pass for someone ten years younger.
My mouth fell open as Cherese walked down the stairs. She, too, had dressed up for the date—she was wearing a tight black dress which hugged every curve of her figure. Her heels were high, and her makeup flawless.
Perhaps a father shouldn’t notice these things, but Cherese was stunning. Even at eighteen, her breasts were already larger than her mother’s, perky mounds that jiggled slightly whenever she moved. And her legs! Cherese had long, smooth, tanned legs that her dress highlighted beautifully.
Her dark brown hair framed her beautiful face, accentuating her large hazel eyes and full lips. I glanced at my wife—she, too, was proudly watching our daughter descend.
As Cherese crossed the room, I couldn’t help but stare at her incredible breasts. They heaved slightly from side-to-side as she moved, straining against the material of her dress. The fact that she was clearly wearing no bra only added to the effect.
I swallowed hard. My daughter, my own flesh and blood had grown into such an attractive young lady; any man would be lucky to go on a date with her.
“Shall we?” I asked, offering my arm. My daughter played along, batting her eyes and looking up at me (even in heels, she still only came up to my chin). I stared her straight in the eyes, and it took her a moment to adjust to the intensity of my gaze.
“No flowers?” she pouted, and I smiled, taking my hand out from behind me. Of course I’d brought my daughter flowers; a dozen red roses, just like the ones I’d brought my wife on our first date.
“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.” Cherese rolled her eyes, but I could see she enjoyed the compliment. “And chocolates,” I added. “Sweets for my sweetie.”
“Stop it,” she said, shoving my arm playfully before hooking her elbow through mine. As I led us towards the door, I glanced at my wife. She was beaming with pride, and I got the sense she was holding back tears.
“Don’t wait up,” I said with a grin, and my wife nodded.
“I won’t,” she said, letting out a happy sigh. “Have fun, you two.”
“We will,” I grinned, escorting my daughter out of the house.
I opened the passenger door for Cherese. She slid inside, giving me a coy look before settling herself back into the seat. We’d gone on thousands of trips together in this car, most of them with Cherese seated in the back on her phone as her mother and I chatted in the front.
Today, she was in her mother’s position, and I knew she wouldn’t be disrespectful enough to pull out her phone. Not while she was on a date.
I closed the door, started the car, and began driving to the restaurant.
“So...what do you think of your beau so far?” I asked.
“He’s cute,” she said, smiling up at me. “Charming. He’s nice to me. But...”
“What?”
“It’s a little weird,” Cherese said, her eyes wide and innocent. “I don’t know if I should say.”
I raised one eyebrow. “Say it.”
“He reminds me of my father,” she replied with a giggle, and I laughed along.
“Not a bad thing,” I said, reaching out and taking her hand. “Your father is a very handsome man.”
Cherese wrinkled her nose playfully in response, and I squeezed her fingers.
“Remember, this evening is to teach you what to expect from a date. Never settle for anyone who doesn’t treat you like a queen.”
She nodded, and I shot her a look. “And if your mother likes him, all the better. That woman has incredible taste in men.”
Cherese groaned, and we drove for the next few minutes in silence, her hand resting as comfortably in mine as it had for the past eighteen years.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Cherese’s eyebrows shot up. “La Chevalier?? Seriously?”
“Only the best for my little girl,” I smiled. “I mean, my beautiful date.”
My daughter turned to me, her eyes shining. La Chevalier was the most expensive restaurant in town—she was about to experience a meal fit for royalty.
“Daddy!” Cherese squealed, and threw her arms around my neck. “You’re the best date ever! This will be amazing.”
“You’re welcome,” I chuckled, squeezing her tight.
As we walked into the restaurant, Cherese fell silent, and I could tell she was impressed by the atmosphere. It was dimly lit, with candles flickering everywhere. We were greeted by a hostess dressed in black; she didn’t blink an eye at the age difference between us. I’m sure she’d seen many men on dates with women young enough to be their daughter.
The hostess showed us to our table, a corner booth that looked out onto the street. It wasn’t until we were alone again that Cherese spoke.
“God, this place is so fancy,” she said, looking up at the ceiling. It was high—at least ten feet above her head—and covered in gold leaf.
“The building was designed by a famous architect, around the turn of the century,” I explained, staring into her eyes. My daughter normally tuned out my historical ramblings, but tonight she was hanging on my every word. “It was originally built as an office for a prominent lawyer.”
“So, it’s old,” she said, and I nodded.
“Old and very fancy,” I joked, reaching out to hold her hand over the table.
When the waiter arrived, we were still staring into each other’s eyes. I was so proud of my daughter; she’d grown into a beautiful, intelligent young woman. My wife and I had done a great job; whoever ended up with Cherese would be a truly blessed man.
The waiter took our drink orders, not blinking an eye when I ordered champagne for both of us.
“You’re going to let me drink?” Cherese asked was soon as we were alone again.
“One of the perks of dating an older man,” I grinned. “Don’t tell your mother.”
“I won’t,” she promised, and leaned back against the red velvet, watching me through half-closed lids. The candlelight made her hair shine in a way I’d never seeen before.
I leaned forward, and reached out to run my fingers through it. Her eyes fluttered shut as I stroked her silky strands.
“Is this how you imagined your first date?”
Her eyes opened, and she shot me a look.
“I told you, I’ve been on dates before.”
“Not like this,” I reminded her. “You’ve been on dates with boys. Children. This is a real date, with a real man.”
“It’s pretty good so far,” she said. “But let’s see how the food is.”
The meal was exquisite, of course. I ordered for both of us: the lobster bisque for Cherese, and a steak for me, cooked rare. I’m a simple man, with simple tastes.
We chatted as we ate, discussing everything from the decor to Cherese’s plans for the future: she’d been accepted into a prestigious art school in Denver, halfway across the country. She was excited about her new life—her mother and I were happy for her, but I knew that I’d miss having her around.
As the evening continued and we emptied the bottle of champagne, my daughter got more and more giggly.
“You’re such a handsome date,” she said, reaching up to caress my cheek. “I bet every women who saw us come in wished they were the one on your arm.”
“And every man wished they were the one taking you home tonight,” I retorted. “You look absolutely stunning.”
“Thanks,” she giggled. “I thought it’d be fun to dress up. Y’know, for our practice date.”
“Who said it was a practice date? I told you, you needed to know what a real date was like.”
“Right, right,” she nodded, humoring her old man. “A real date. With my father.”
“Exactly,” I said, staring intently into my daughter’s eyes. Cherese’s cheeks flushed pink, and after a minute or two, she looked away.
After dinner came dessert: strawberry shortcake with cream, strawberries, whipped cream and chocolate sauce drizzled on top.
“Mmmmm, this looks delicious,” I said, licking a bit of the whipped cream off my finger.
Cherese shot me a shy smile. “As delicious as your date?”
I frowned, pretending to consider it deeply. “No,” I finally responded. “But probably lower-calorie. You know, if I ate the whole thing.”
My daughter laughed. “Are you calling me fat?”
“Of course not. What kind of a date would that make me?”
She smiled, and took my hand in hers before digging back into her cake with the other.
After we finished our desserts (and the champagne), Cherese excused herself. As she walked away, I watched her ass sway under her tight black dress. Looking around, I saw that I wasn’t the only one staring; several other men were watching my daughter’s figure as she crossed the room.
When my daughter returned a couple of minutes later, the plates and been cleared away, replaced by a small pot of coffee.
“Coffee?” she asked, wrinkling her nose. “Daddy, it’s almost ten.”
“The night’s still young, “I replied lightly, reaching out to grab her hand across the table. “Besides, it’ll sober you up.”
She looked at me skeptically. “Don’t tell me you’re going to take me dancing.”
I laughed as I poured the coffee. “No; that’s a younger man’s game. Besides, you’ve seen my moves. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”
Cherese grinned, and took a sip from her cup. She grimaced. “Ugh. That tastes like dirt.”
I chuckled, sipping my own. It was strong and bitter; an acquired taste, perhaps, but I loved it.
“It’s real coffee,” I teased. “Not like the weak stuff you’re used to.”
“Ohhhh,” my daughter said with a twinkle in her eye. “It’s a metaphor for this date. Got it.”
I laughed, but to her credit, she finished the cup without complaining...or calling the waiter over to ask for milk and sugar, as I knew she was dying to.
After I paid the (substantial) bill, I took my daughter’s arm once more and we walked to the entrance. The place was packed—it was a Friday evening, after all, and perhaps it was just my imagination, but I felt like we were drawing quite a lot of attention. Perhaps my daughter more than me; in her tight dress, she was the center of everyone’s gaze.
She was glowing; perhaps because of the alcohol, or the attention, or just because she was being treated like a princess. I’d never seen my daughter look so happy before.
Before we left the restaurant, she took a moment to drink it in.
“Perfect,” she said, her eyes shining. “This was just wonderful. I’ll never forget tonight, Daddy.”
I nodded, a lump in my throat. I knew that I wouldn’t either.
We stepped outside into the cool evening air, and Cherese shivered. I draped my jacket on her shoulders.
“Such a gentleman,” she giggled, and I nodded humorlessly.
“As you deserve.”
As we got into the car, I reached out my hand. My daughter took it immediately, as I knew she would. I didn’t take us straight home; instead, we went on a brief tour of the city Cherese had lived in for her entire life. We drove around the downtown area, enjoying the lights, the crowds, and—more than anything—each other’s company.
When I finally pulled up into our driveway, my daughter turned to me.
“I love you, Daddy,” she said, and I smiled.
I’d heard the words before, countless times. But at the end of a date, they had a whole other meaning. My chest tightened as I leaned forward, my lips meeting my daughter’s.
Cherese’s eyes widened, and she pulled back in shock.
“D-daddy,” she said, her voice quivering. “W-what are you doing?”
I moved my hand to her thigh; her leg-muscles tensed at the contact.
“I told you, sweetie,” I said, staring my daughter in the eyes. “This isn’t a practice date. This is a real date. You had a good time, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes,” my daughter was forced to agree.
“And didn’t you feel like we had a great connection?”
“I...I guess.” I could tell that she wanted to look away, but her gaze remained locked on mine.
“Plus, I think I just heard you tell me that you loved me. I feel like following that with a kiss would be a pretty natural thing to do.”
She stared at me, her mouth slightly open. Her cheeks were flushed red, and she looked confused.
“But...I’m your daughter.”
“Not tonight,” I reminded her. “Tonight, you’re my date.”
There was a long pause, but my daughter finally nodded. I smiled.
“Good girl.”
I pressed my mouth against hers again. After just a few seconds, her hesitation disappeared, and I felt her hands grab onto my jacket, pulling me closer. I pushed my tongue inside of her mouth, and my daughter moaned softly, before meeting it with her own.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging gently as we spent the next few minutes making out, one of my hands on her thigh, the other firmly grasping her hair. My daughter’s mouth reminded me of her mother’s: soft, sensual, and timid, with just a hint of playfulness. She kissed with passion, her tongue exploring my mouth eagerly, but I could recognize her inexperience.
It only made me want her more.
I broke off from her, and she looked up at me, her face flush and bright.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, stroking the side of her cheek lightly with my thumb. Cherese blushed a deep shade of crimson.
“Daddy...” she breathed.
“You taste delicious,” I said with a grin.
“Like strawberry shortcake and champagne?” she asked, and I laughed. Her nose wrinkled. “Or like dark, bitter coffee?”
“The former,” I assured her, leaning forward to take her mouth with mine once more.
My daughter’s eyes fluttered shut, and her head fell back as I slid my hand up her dress. She whimpered, but made no move to stop me until I reached her panties.
“No,” she throatily objected, her eyes still closed. “Daddy...”
“Cherese,” I said firmly. “Look at me.”
Her eyes opened and met my own.
“This date is about making sure you understand expectations,” I reminded her. “You had a good time, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes, but...—”
“And I paid for dinner, didn’t I?”
Cherese nodded numbly in response.
“When a man takes you out for an expensive meal and you let him pay, there are certain things he expects in response. It’s important that you know this, honey.”
There was a long pause as we stared into each other’s eyes. The lights inside the car had long since turned off automatically, but the streetlights provided enough illumination for me to see my daughter.
Her face was a mix of emotions; confusion, embarrassment, and a hint of what I recognized as arousal. Her body was flushed, and her hard nipples were poking through the thin material of her dress.
“What kind of things?” she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling. I ran my hand up her leg until my knuckles were brushing against the front of her panties.
“A lot of things,” I said simply. “Would you like me to show you?”
Cherese began to shake her head, but I tightened my grasp on her hair and stared into her eyes. Her mouth was hanging open by the time she replied, her voice a slow shudder.
“…yes, Daddy.”
I broke our gaze, and moved my mouth to her ear.
“Good girl,” I whispered. Cherese shivered in response.
I kissed my way down to my daughter’s neck. She let out a soft whimper, but made no move to stop me. Removing my right arm from between her legs and placing it behind her neck, I held her close as I ran my left hand down to cup one of her breasts.
My daughter’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a small gasp. I slid my thumb over her nipple, eliciting another moan from the beautiful young woman in front of me.
As my fingers found their way between the fabric of her dress and her skin, I nuzzled her neck. My daughter groaned in response to my ministrations.
“Daddy...”
I couldn’t tell if it was a sound of resistance or encouragement, but it didn’t really matter. I continued to caress her breast, and Cherese’s breathing grew heavier.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could feel her large tits press against my palm. Her hips began to rock back and forth with arousal; apparently my daughter’s breasts were just as sensitive as her mother’s. She let out a gasp as I squeezed the firm flesh roughly, my fingertips digging deep into her soft mounds.
It didn’t take me long to find the zip in the back of her dress, and soon I was releasing my daughter’s huge, beautiful breasts to the light of the streetlamps.
My cock throbbed with desire at the sight before me. My daughter’s teenage breasts sat high and proud on her chest, begging for attention. They were larger than her mother’s, but looked to be almost the exact same shape. I cupped them gently in my hands, enjoying how they looked and felt in my palms.
“Daddy...” Cherese moaned. “Please...
Her breath was hot, and I could smell the sweet scent of my daughter’s excitement. Her body was flush with arousal, and I knew she wanted more.
“Cherie,” I said softly, using a nickname from her childhood. “You’re so pretty.”
My daughter’s eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me with a mixture of shock and lust in her eyes. I smiled as I watched her face.
“Do you like my touch, baby?” I asked her.
“Y-yes,” she gasped.
“And do you want me to keep touching you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, as though she had no choice. “Daddy...”
I leaned forward and kissed her lips.
“Then say ‘please,’ " I said teasingly.
Cherese’s mouth fell open, but she didn’t speak.
“Say please, Cherie,” I repeated, kissing her again. Her lips met mine, but her tongue remained motionless, neither kissing me back nor saying the word I knew she desperately wanted to. Cherese had always been stubborn—I was reminded of her refusal as a baby to eat anything green—but I knew she’d give into her body’s wants eventually.
I squeezed one of her nipples between my fingers, and she let out a soft whimper.
“Daddy...ohhh...” I could feel her fighting herself, fighting her own body’s needs. Letting go of my daughter’s breasts, I grabbed her by the hair once more.
“Now!” I demanded. She whimpered.
“P-pleeeease, Daddy...ohhh. Please! Touch me more. Touch me more, Daddy...I need it.”
I grinned.
“That’s my good girl.”
I kissed my daughter’s cheek lightly, then leaned down to take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking gently. My daughter moaned softly, her hands reaching up to grasp my hair.
“Daddy...”
I sucked harder, rolling my tongue around the tip of her erect nipple, before releasing her and moving on to her other breast.
Cherese let out an incoherent cry as I pulled one hand away from her chest and slid it up her thigh, my fingers brushing against the wetness between her legs.
“Oh, Daddy!” she cried.
“Is that good?” I asked, pressing my lips against her neck. “Are you enjoying our date?”
My daughter shivered, nodding silently as I pulled aside her panties so I could reach the wetness between her legs.
“Good girl,” I said again. I reached out and ran my fingers through her curls, making her moan. My wife has kept herself shaved (or at least trimmed) for the length of our marriage; I was delighted to feel my daughter’s bush was wild and unkempt. It felt warm beneath my fingertips, and her moans grew louder.
I moved my fingers to her clit, stroking it lightly as she bucked against my hand in pleasure.
“Daddy...” Cherese groaned as I rubbed her pussy. “Please, don’t stop.”
“That’s the thing about dating men instead of boys,” I whispered, moving my mouth back to her ear. “They’ll take care of your needs before their own.”
I slid two fingers inside of my daughter’s tight, hot cunt.
“Ooohh, Daddy!” she gasped, opening her eyes in shock. “Oh, god…”
My cock was throbbing with desire at the sight before me. My eighteen-year old daughter, sitting in the passenger seat of our family car, her dress bunched up around her waist, her huge breasts heaving as she fucked herself on my fingers.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, smiling down at my daughter’s flushed face. They were words I’d said a thousand times before, but they took on a whole new meaning as I curled my fingers inside her. “You’re my perfect little princess.”
Cherese moaned loudly in response to this, and I smiled wider. I withdrew my fingers from her, and she whimpered softly as I placed them at the entrance of her vagina.
“You are my perfect, precious daughter,” I said, kissing her gently on the lips. “And I love you.”
She responded by thrusting her hips forward, and I slipped a third finger into my daughter’s hot, wet hole. My thumb was lightly brushing against her engorged clit, and I could tell from the way she was shuddering that Cherese’s orgasm wasn’t far off.
“Oh, Daddy...” She whimpered. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum...gonna cum....oh, god, I’m gonna cum...”
“What do you want, baby?” I asked, stopping the motion of my hand. My daughter continued to try to thrust and gyrate around my stationary hand, but after a few seconds her eyes opened in frustration.
I smiled down at her. “Tell me what you want,” I repeated.
“I...I...” she stammered, her breathing ragged.
“Say it.”
I leaned forward and kissed my daughter’s lips again. She moaned softly, then looked up at me, a mixture of fear and arousal in her eyes.
“P-please...Daddy. I wanna cum. Wanna cum for you. Please, Daddy. I wanna...I wanna cum.”
“Cum for me, princess,” I whispered, resuming my motion. Smooth, consistent motions as I fucked my daughter’s juicy cunt with three fingers, rubbing her clit in small circles with my thumb.
“Ohhhhhhh, Daddy!” Cherese moaned as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. She bucked and thrashed, her body shaking violently before finally settling down to a tremble. I kept up my slow, steady pace until I felt her tense, then relax, and her orgasm began to subside.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, just like I’d trained her to as a child. “That was so good.”
I grinned as I pulled my fingers from her, moving them to her mouth and watching as she sucked on them, eagerly tasting her own juices.
“You’re my good girl,” I said again, caressing her cheek.
After a few minutes, I removed my hand from her mouth, and she looked up at me, her eyes full of love. She was glowing, even more than in the restaurant. Her hair had fallen out of place, beautifully framing her flushed face.
“My turn now,” I smiled, moving my daughter’s hand to my crotch. My cock twitched at the contact, even through my most expensive pair of trousers.
“W-what?” Cherese stammered, looking at me in shock. “Daddy, you can’t expect...”
She trailed off, but I didn’t say anything, just silently waited for her to finish her thought.
After a long pause, she did.
“You can’t expect me to...to....to touch you.“
The last two words came out in a shocked whisper, and Cherese’s hand pulled back, perhaps realizing that she already was.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re my father,” she said, her voice a strangled cry. My daughter’s hand hovered over my cock, her eyes wide with confusion.
“Not tonight,” I reminded her. “Tonight, I’m your date.”
A smile crept over my face.
“Plus, I didn’t hear any complaints about me being your father a few minutes ago.”
My eyes flickered down to my daughter’s exposed breasts. Her face twitched with embarrassment, and she made a movement as though she was about to cover them, before deciding against it.
“What about Mom?” Cherese asked, trying a different tack. “Y-you have to be faithful to your wife.”
“You heard her as we left,” I said lightly. “She told us to have fun. And hasn’t it been fun so far?”
As my daughter stared into my eyes, she nodded, unable to deny it.
“Now, sweetie,” I said, my voice turning serious. “This is why we needed to go on this date. I paid for dinner, I gave you the night of your life, and I just gave you what looked like an incredible orgasm. Don’t you think it’s fair to return the favor?”
There was a long pause, as my daughter stared into my eyes. The only sound that could be heard was her heavy breathing, and an occasional car going past us.
Finally, she nodded. “I-I guess,” Her face was beet-red, as much from embarrassment as arousal.
“Why?”
“To be a good date,” my daughter said, and I nodded.
“That’s one reason. Can you think of another?”
Cherese wrinkled up her nose as she thought, something she’d done since grade school. I could practically see the gears whirring in my daughter’s head—I was just about to help her out when she dropped her gaze and answered.
“It’s the right thing to do,” she murmured. “Y-you got me off, so I should—”
“Another excellent reason,” I interrupted, moving my hand down her body to cup one of her big tits. She gasped as my fingers brushed across the soft flesh, then moaned softly as I gently pitched one of her nipples. I couldn’t believe how wonderful my daughter’s breasts felt in my hand, or how sensitive they were. My other hand reached up to squeeze the other, and Cherese shuddered in response. “But even if we hadn’t just been on a date, even if there was no obligation to pay me back for the evening so far, there would be another reason, and I think we both know what it is.”
My daughter’s eyes returned to my gaze, and her whole body slumped. As her plump lips twitched, I knew she wouldn’t lie to me.
“Say it,” I prompted, enjoying the hazy look that came across her face as I ran my thumbs across her breasts.
“Because I want to,” she admitted. “Because I...it feels nice to get someone off.”
“You enjoy it, don’t you?”
She nodded again, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned forward, pressing my lips against hers, and my daughter sighed in surprise, her hands reaching up to caress my hair.
When I pulled away, she looked at me, her eyes moist. My cock twitched as I squeezed her breasts again.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For the date. For taking care of me.”
“It was my pleasure, baby girl,” I replied sincerely.
“N-now...”
She gulped, and it took her a moment to continue.
“Now, I want to take care of you.”
I smiled, leaning in and kissing my daughter deeply again. I felt like I could never get sick of slipping my tongue into her mouth, feeling her resistance fade as I did. Her arms wrapped around me, and she pulled me closer, moaning into my mouth as I moved my hands from her tits.
“You definitely want to do this?” I asked, pulling back and looking my daughter dead in the eyes.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I want to make sure you’re sure,” I said. “This is meant to be an educational date, after all. It’s important that you don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
My daughter’s mouth quivered for a moment, but a look of resolve settled over her face as she stared up at me.
“I’m sure,” she said softly, confidently. “I want to do this.”
“Do what?” I teased, and Cherese couldn’t stop a grin from appearing on her face. This was a familiar routine.
“I want to return the favor,” she said with a sigh.
“What favor?” I asked, my face the picture of innocence.
My daughter shot me a withering look, and moved a hand to my cheek.
“I want,” she said slowly, “to touch you. Like you touched me.”
“And...how did I touch you?”
She pursed her lips, her face a mixture of amused and frustrated.
“Down there.“
In response, I just raised one eyebrow. Cherese rolled her eyes, before continuing.
“On m-my pussy,” she said, only stumbling for a moment. “You touched my p-pussy, and now I want to touch...”
There was a brief pause as my daughter took a breath.
“I want to touch your cock,” she said firmly.
“Just touch it? Or...”
“I want to jerk you off,” she said. “I want to jerk you off u-until you cum.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the proud tone in her voice. She was so determined not to let me “win”—my daughter had always been competitive. Whether eighth grade cheerleading or a first date with her father, she’d do whatever it took.
“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want too,” I pointed out. “We can just sit here together, talk. Or I could drop you inside”
“No!” my daughter cried. “No. Daddy. Please. Let me touch you. I need to touch you. I need to jerk you off.”
“Need, or want?”
“Both,” she said. “I want to make you cum. I need to make you cum.”
She was breathing heavily, her eyes wide and desperate as she looked up at me. My daughter’s arousal was obvious, and I couldn’t resist teasing a bit more.
“What’s the magic word?” I asked, my fingers brushing across her nipples again.
“Please,” she begged, her voice husky with desire. “Please, Daddy. Please, can I touch your cock?”
“Well...okay,” I relented. “But only cos you asked so nicely.”
My daughter swatted me in the shoulder playfully. In response, I pinched her nipples, and her face went glassy with pleasure.
“Go ahead,” I said, grinning at my daughter’s arousal. “Touch me. I mean, if you really want to.”
Cherese looked down at my crotch, then back up, her eyes glittering with excitement.
“I do,” she said earnestly. “I really do.”
I believed her at last, and gave a final nod of permission. My daughter slowly—almost reverently—reached between my legs. Her hand brushed against the front of my trousers, and she gasped as she felt my cock.
“Ohhhh...”
She gripped it lightly through my trousers, stroking it gently, and I watched her eyes widen in surprise. I’m not a naïve man; I knew that a woman as attractive and confident as my daughter must have had some experience with the opposite sex before.
But as I’d been saying all evening: there’s a world of difference between a boy and a man.
“It’s big,” she murmured, staring at my trousers as if entranced.
Her hands were shaking as she squeezed me gently through the cloth.
“Do you like it?”
“I-it feels good,” she admitted shyly. “I like it.”
I smiled. What man doesn’t enjoy a compliment from a beautiful woman?
Cherese had seen my cock before, of course. But not for years, and never hard. Context, after all, is king.
My daughter took a deep breath. She moved her other hand from my thigh where it had been resting, and slid it into the waistband of my pants.
“Do you want me to take them off?” she asked nervously.
“No,” I replied, smiling. “Not yet.”
My hands were still on my daughter’s breasts, gently fondling, enjoying the feeling of her nipples hardening as she played with my cock through my trousers. I felt her struggle, and reached down to unbuckle my belt, giving my daughter unfettered access to the object of her desire.
I could feel Cherese’s warm breath as she leaned forward, moving her other hand to the car door for support. With the impediment of my belt removed, she was able to reach into my pants, and her fingers were soon wrapped around the base of my cock as she began slowly jerking me off.
I moaned softly, leaning back in the seat to give her better access. My daughter was breathing heavily, her eyes fixated on the bulge of my pants.
“You’re so fucking hot,” my daughter whispered, her voice deep with want.
“Language,” I said sternly. She’d sworn earlier, but I’d let it slide because my fingers were deep inside her, about to bring her off, but she no longer had that excuse.
“It’s true,” Cherese replied unapologetically. Her hips were grinding back and forth with arousal; another habit she shared with her mother.
“Still, that’s no excuse for swearing.”
My daughter didn’t reply, instead continuing to stroke me beneath my trousers as she stared at me hungrily. I could see her eyes glaze over, and I wondered if she was getting close to cumming just by touching her father’s cock.
“You are too,” I relented.
“Thanks, Daddy,” she said, throwing me a smile before returning her gaze to my erection.
Cherese continued to jerk me off, her fingers rubbing my sensitive underside, then reaching up to run through the sparse hair at the base of my shaft.
I watched as she looked at me, her expression intense. I felt her grip tighten, and she swallowed hard.
“I want to make you cum,” she said firmly.
I nodded, and my daughter groaned loudly as she squeezed me harder.
“Oh god,” she muttered. “Please. T-tell me what you like...”
“You’re doing great, baby girl,” I said breathily. I wasn’t lying, either. She didn’t have the experience of her mother, but her obvious enthusiasm and the sight of her huge breasts swaying more than made up for it. “I like what you’re doing. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
“I want to see you,” she gasped. “Please, Daddy—let me see your cock.”
It only took a moment for me to lower my trousers, and my boxer shorts with them. They lay in a heap at my feet, right next to the gas pedal. I was as bottomless as my daughter was topless.
Cherese gasped as she saw my erection. Without my trousers in the way, she was able to get both hands on it, stroking me gently as she leaned forward. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and she was breathing heavier than when I’d made her cum.
“I can’t believe this has been so close my entire life,” she said, her hands moving faster, almost frantically. “I can’t believe that for—oh!—for eighteen years, this was within reach. This big, beautiful, monster of a cock was hidden from me for so long.”
Cherese shot me a grin.
“Lucky Mom,” she added, and I let out a guffaw.
“And now it’s mine. Now...now I’m here,” she panted. “Now, it’s mine..”
Her fingers were trembling as she stroked me; her eyes fixated on my erection. She was so excited, so eager to touch my cock. I moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of her small hands moving rapidly up and down my shaft.
“Mmmmmmm,” she sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned even closer to my cock. Her tits swayed seductively, brushing against the inside of my thighs. My daughters tits bounced with each pump of her hand; her face was flushed, her eyes focused on my cock as she jerked me off
I could feel Cherese’s breath hot on my cock, and I knew that I was close to cumming.
“Do you want to stop?” I teased, unable to help myself. “I feel like you’ve returned the favor. We can stop now, if you want.”
“Nooooo,” my daughter whined—another familiar sound. It sometimes felt like her rebellious teenage period had begun when she was four, and showed no sign of stopping. “Please, Daddy. I want you to cum. Want to make my Daddy cum. Please....”
My eyes rolled back and I moaned loudly. Cherese’s voice was husky with arousal as she continued to stroke me, her eyes glued to my erection, her palms firm against my dick.
“Oh God,” she cried suddenly, her fingers jerking harder. She must have had more familiarity with the opposite sex than I’d guessed, because she’d immediately recognized the signs of my orgasm. My hips began thrusting sporadically as I approached my climax, and then my body went rigid. “That’s it,” I growled. “That’s my good girl...”
I groaned with pleasure as my daughter watched my cock twitch, her eyes glazed over with desire. Her fingers continued to jerk me off furiously, and I couldn’t take it any longer.
“C-cum for me, Daddy,” she begged. “Please cum!”
“Oh, honey,” I grunted as my cock pulsed, sending thick ropes of semen across my daughter’s face and exposed chest.
I groaned loudly, watching as my cream splattered her cheeks, her chin, the tip of her nose, and all over her dangling breasts. She was still pumping me, her hands shaking violently, but she kept going, milking every last drop of my seed.
“Good girl,” I gasped. “You’re my little princess...”
I don’t think I’d ever cum so much in my life. Even the load that had made Cherese in the first place hadn’t been this copious. The sight of it on my daughter’s skin made me smile, and I reached out to caress her cum-covered cheek.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, looking at me with a mixture of lust and adoration. She was breathing hard, her nipples erect again as they brushed against my thigh. She looked up at me, her eyes moist with excitement.
“I love you,” she said simply.
“I love you too, honey,” I replied, leaning in to kiss my daughter. Some of my load had landed in her mouth, but I didn’t care—our tongues met and mingled as we shared saliva and my seed.
When I pulled back, Cherese smiled happily at me.
“Wow,” she said softly. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“Good date?” I asked, and my daughter nodded eagerly, her exposed breasts swinging like pendulums.
“It was like a movie,” she sighed happily, then a cheeky look appeared on her face. “Well, a certain type of movie.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Let me get you something to clean up with,” I said.
“No need,” Cherese replied, her voice low and husky.
For the first time that night, my daughter surprised me. I watched as she scooped my cum from her cheek and chin into her mouth, before swallowing it down hungrily.
I sat, a pleasantly-stunned smile on my face, watching as my beautiful, naked, cum-stained teenage daughter moved her tits to her mouth, licking herself clean of my seed.
The last few strings had dribbled down the side of my cock, and she shocked me again, using her tongue to lick my cock clean, tasting what was left on me.
“All done,” she finished triumphantly, giving me a proud smile. It was all I could do not to applaud.
I reached beside the driver’s seat, where we’d kept wet wipes ever since Cherese had been a baby. I used them to clean up the few parts of my daughter’s perfect body that her hands and tongue hadn’t been able to reach. How many times had I used these wipes to clean my daughter off?
None of the other messes, I knew, had been nearly as fun to make as this one.
When I was done, I pulled my trousers back up and watched sadly as my daughter’s gargantuan breasts were put away. Soon, my daughter’s smeared makeup and the smell of our fluids filling the car were the only giveaways that anything untoward had happened.
I left the car and opened the passenger door, gentlemanly offering my hand to my daughter.
“Daddy,” she asked earnestly. “Was...was I a good date? Like, did you have a good time?”
I beamed down at my beautiful, sexy, scantily-clad teenage daughter. “Yes, honey—I had a great time,” I answered honestly, pulling her up and staring deeply into her eyes. “You know how to make a date feel really special.”
She grinned, and her eyes glazed over as she leaned forward to plant a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. “I’m glad you liked it,” she murmured, one hand reaching down to rest against my crotch.
“I loved it,” I replied, my cock twitching as her fingers brushed against the front of my trousers. “As your father, I’m so incredibly proud of my beautiful baby girl. And as your date...”
I paused. My cock had started to harden in my pants, and Cherese’s hand was wrapped around it, stroking me through my trousers right outside my house, where anyone could see.
“Mmm?”
“As your date,” I continued, moving down to kiss my daughter deeply. Her mouth opened willingly, her tongue meeting mine. I could feel her entire body pulse with need as I reached up and cupped both of her massive breasts, fondling them gently while I kissed her on the sidewalk beside our front yard.
“...I’m very excited for our second date,” I finished, pulling away.
Cherese’s eyes opened wide as she realized what I was saying, and her hands tightened on my erection. She let out a long sigh of pleasure as I released her big, firm tits.
“Me too,” she moaned softly, her breath hot against my mouth. “Oh, god, Daddy. I can’t wait...”
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