Pinky White Diva

She came down the stairs slowly, testing my reaction, hips swinging as each foot moved to a lower step. She was wearing a white dress held together with large pink cloth covered buttons from hem to breasts. The shoulders were blocked square, thick looking, almost like a coat. The body of the dress fell in curves that outlined her waist and hips, her bust and butt were prominent, the hem stopped just an inch or so below her crotch so from my point of view at the bottom of the stairs I could see a flash of pink at the junction of her thighs. Pink lace garters held white thigh high lace stockings. About two inches of smooth bare skin showed between the dress and the stockings. Her feet were adorned with three inch pink platforms.

I could hardly take my eyes off her legs to look at the rest of her. She was wearing a silver and pink mixed strand wig, the high gloss filaments framed her oval face with bangs that hung to her eyebrows then fell along her cheeks to chin level where it was cut even around the bottom. Blue eyes peered from red shaded lids highlighted by long pink fake lashes and black liner. Her lips were done with an Iridescent Pearl gloss.

The top button held the dress together at the point of a long V that formed from her shoulders to the button. I could see the edges of a pink bra that captured her breasts but still exposed a deep chasm of cleavage. She wore a necklace made up of large red and white plastic beads in two rows that rode lightly across the rise of her breasts that weren’t covered by cloth. The arms of the dress went to her wrists where pink elastic straps extended from the arms around the middle fingers of her hands which were adorned with long acrylic nails painted white with an explosion of red and silver mini stars on each. In eighteen years I had never seen her dressed that way. It was a shock to my system.

It was wild, garish, immature and sexy as hell. And that's what bothered me most. She did not need to be parading around in public looking like some sort of half-wit bubble headed sex doll. “What in hell happened to you? What are you thinking? Are you going out like that?”

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs with a large smile and pirouetted for me. “You like it dad?”

“Hell no I don't like it, what is all this crap?”

She wasn't going to be deterred by my scorn “I'm going to Rosalind's costume party, I'm a pop singer, 'Pinky White Diva' pretty cool don't you think?”

“Why can't you wear a white jumpsuit with colored sequins, it worked for Elvis and Donna Summer?”

She flashed even white teeth “Oh daddy, don't be an antique. You should watch MTV; this is today, not last century.”

“Well last century worked for me. Before your mother died she was the sexiest woman I ever knew and she didn't have to dress like a groupie to show it.”

She got frustrated “Not a groupie dad, a Diva, I'm the star. My groupies would all look like Justin or Drake.” Again she flashed a large smile as she went around me to the kitchen.

Look like who?

I came into the kitchen just in time to see her bend over to pull an energy drink from the fridge. I noted with some relief that her pink briefs were actually hot pants, not panties. Normally hot pants would be on my forbidden list but this time it was a show of modesty I approved of. She stood to face me “Do I look like mom?”

The change of direction surprised me “Not in that outfit.”

“I mean normally.”

“Of course you do, you could be her twin sister, you know that.”

“That's not what I mean; if I wasn't your daughter would you think I'm sexy, like she was to you?”

I was silenced by the question. Putting sexy and daughter into the same sentence wasn't something I'd ever done before she came down the stairs. I looked into her expectant eyes and stumbled with my words then admitted for the first time in my life “Yes, I told you, you could be her twin,” I paused before the truth came out, “in every way.”

Pearly glossed lips left a print on my cheek, “Thank you old man, I needed to hear that.”

“I'm not that damn old.”

She flashed another beautiful smile “I know, and you look a hell of a lot younger than 39, all my girlfriends think you're hot. A couple of them wouldn't mind having you for a daddy, a sugar daddy.”

She borrowed the car and left me alone to think. Some of her very hot friends thought I was hot? I basked in my own self-congratulations for the rest of the night. It had been over three years since my wife died and I hadn't been with a woman in that time. I didn't mind, there was no drive, no need, no desire but lately I'd been noticing several of my daughter's friends as they matured into their late teens. Just maybe my hormones were starting to brew again.

It was getting late and I was feeling a little anxious that she might be drinking or out with some boy doing things I didn't want to think about. It would be pretty damn easy to pull those hot pants down from under her very short dress.

She waltzed into the front room about 1:30 in the morning and plopped herself on my lap, interrupting my movie. “God that was fun! I won the prize for best costume and some guys kept asking me if I needed some roadies.” She didn't smell of alcohol, pot or sex so I relaxed as she put her arms around my neck and rested her silver/pink hair on my shoulder. “I love you dad, you made me feel good tonight.”

“I did, how?”

“By telling me I was sexy. I needed to hear that from you.”

I was puzzled so I lifted her head by the chin and looked into her eyes. “Why?”

Her eyes glinted then she moved her mouth to mine and gave me a quick, soft kiss. “I need to do something. Don't make a fuss; don't run away from me, I want this more than anything else in the world right now.”

I was tasting the bubblegum flavored lip gloss when she got off my lap and turned off the TV. She turned to face me then began to open the buttons of her dress. She was testing my reaction again as the buttons came apart, five of them from top to bottom. When the dress was open she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. In seconds she was standing before me in tight hot pants, garter, stockings and the well filled bra. “What the hell are you doing?”

An uneasy smile flickered as her fingers went to the zipper of the shorts. She slid them down her thighs then kicked them off the pink cork clogs. The lace garter belt holding the stockings framed her hips and legs. My eyes were drawn to the center of the frame, her white satin covered crotch and smooth firm thighs.

My daughter stood in front of me in pink bra, garter and shoes offset by white panties and stockings. I didn't know what the hell she was doing but I didn't protest, I didn't yell at her to get her clothes back on or go to bed because the more she took off the more I wanted to see. My long dormant cock began an amazingly fast resurrection.

She stepped close to me, I could smell the perfume, the scent of bare skin when she bent to open my belt and fly. In moments she was urging me to lift my butt as she slid my pants down my legs. I stared in wonder at the size and heft of my erection; it hadn't looked or felt like that in years. She got to her knees across my lap, pulled her panties to one side then eased down until the tip of my hard-on kissed the lips of her body. She paused briefly, looking directly into my eyes then rotated her hips, working my shaft into the hot velvet tunnel as she lowered onto it. When she was sitting on my balls she put her head on my shoulder “I love you, I need to do this with you” then my daughter began to fuck me.

She rolled her hips sliding on and off the cock between her legs. A million things were racing through my mind most of which had to do with throwing her off my lap but I knew that wasn't going to happen. She was hot, tender, fluid and I was rapidly building to a massive nut eruption but I had enough presence of mind to lift her by her waist off my cock before I went off. I pushed her to her knees and she put her hands on the back of the sofa while I slid down between her legs until my ass was on the floor, my mouth on her pussy. I held the panties away from her then began to lick the sweet honey from her body crack. She gasped “Oh! Oh god yes dad, taste my cunt! OH, don't Stop daddy!” she pressed her sex onto my mouth.

I ate my pleasure of my girl, licking her, kissing her then finally searching out and finding the sweet button hidden in the folds at the top of her slit. She bowed her back and rolled her hips to keep pressure against my mouth and in a couple of minutes she started to keen into the air over her as her ass started to vibrate. I held her tight as she climaxed then when the shudders subsided I urged her off my face and to her back on the cushions. I pulled off my pants then got between her legs and drove my aching erection back into her. She humped her hips, I thrust my ass then all hell broke loose in my balls. The emotional dam that had held back my sex life broke away and I sprayed her womb with years of lust and cum.

I was a wreck, emotionally and physically. I sat back at watched my discharge soak the panties then asked her “What was that, what just happened?”

She sat up, adjusted the twisted bra then put her arms around my neck, her nose tip to tip with mine. “I wanted to do that for a long time. We live together alone, we are always close and the older I got, the more my body changed, I felt drawn to you like this. It feels natural to want this, we are a couple.” Then the little girl surfaced as she looked at me with hesitation “Didn't you like me daddy?” she asked, looking for approval.

I put my lips on hers and smeared the Iridescent Pearl gloss all over our mouths. When I pulled off her lips I picked her up and carried her to my room like a groom with a bride and tossed her to the bed. Her eyes sparked with delight as I flipped her over to unhook the bra.

She pulled off her shoes and stockings while I stripped my shirt. When I was naked she let me take her garter and panties down. I stared at my daughter lying nude and prone on my bed, I could see a smear of cum clinging to her dark amber pubic hair which was shaven to a small tuft over the top of her slit. My cock began to rise again, filling with hot blood and desire for the young woman offering herself to me.

She looked with approval at my ballooning muscle then said “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.”

“You want to fuck me again?”

“Oh hell yes, I want to fuck you until you pass out.”

“That might take more than once daddy.”

“Get ready for a long hot night sweet baby girl because I’m going to fill you with love and cum until I crack my nuts.

She rolled over then got to her hands and knees preparing for me again. “Then you better get started, I need you right now.” I got to my knees behind her, ready to fuck the pop star Diva.

I pulled her to me by her hips and pressed the head of my throbbing erection into her again. I moaned lightly when my groin rubbed against her skin. The heat and tenderness of her pussy pumped my cock even more and I knew she was enjoying all seven inches of me. I slid back, watching my hard-on as it slipped from her until the end was exposed then I rammed back into her. She gasped, grabbed a hand full of blanket then started rolling her back in sync with my long deep thrusts.

I pushed her off balance to her side with me behind her. My cock continued its pleasurable work between her legs but I could also concentrate on her body and tits. I pressed a hand over her quivering breast and she covered mine with hers, I could feel the nipple stiffen and grow.

The sound of our bodies slapping filled the room, her gasps of pleasure filled my ears. Her wig fell off as she tossed her head back and forth, her body writhing against mine. I closed my eyes and drifted on the feel, scent, and sounds of the girl I was fucking. She really could be her mother. I moved my hands to that hot spot at the top of her cunt and began to tease her to another orgasm. The Pinky White Diva exploded, singing into the night air as she quivered and convulsed, my balls rejoiced as they sang harmony to the crescendo of her orgasmic song.

As we lay side by side recovering from the hot explosive sex she rolled to face me, threw a long smooth thigh over mine and whispered in my ear. “That was even better than I ever thought it could be. I can feel my puss smiling.”

I knew every muscle in my body was going ache in the morning from the sudden intense exercise but I wasn't going to complain, I just questioned her “Why did we do this?”

She stretched, arms over her head, back arched, then relaxed back to the pillow. “I knew last summer I wanted to do this with you. As we got older my friends kept telling me how sexy you are and some wouldn't mind if you made a pass at them. The more they talked the more I knew they were right so I started spying on you when you took showers or when you were asleep. I always hoped you would go to bed nude and sometimes you did. When I'd see you naked in bed it was always a struggle not to get up there with you. I even played with you down there a few times, to get you hard, but I was afraid you would wake up so I didn't do it much. I wanted you to make a pass at me, to seduce me, but you never did so I did it for us. Tonight was the perfect time. I got turned on when I saw how you watched me come down the stairs, I knew I had an effect on you and we could do this when I got home.” She kissed me softly on an eyelid.

I was getting hard again. Three years of celibacy crawled out of my scrotum and filled my prick as my daughter told me what she wanted. I pulled the wig out from under my back and put it on her head. “If you want to be an oversexed pop star Ms. Pinky, you need to know how to suck a cock dry.”

She pushed up on an elbow and seized my erection in a hand then bent over my lap. “I'll suck your balls right out of their sack old man.”

“I'm not that damn old.”

I got another lovely smile “You already told me, but I'll believe you only if you don't taste moldy or rusty.” I watched the pink and silver fake hair shimmer in the dim light as she bobbed eagerly over my lap.