Melissa stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her blonde tresses were pulled in a tight ponytail, and she reached behind her and removed the scrunchy holding her hair. As she shook her head, her shoulder-length highlights revealed themselves. At eighteen, she was coming into her own. She was a bit of a late bloomer. Like all teenagers, she was overly critical of her looks. Her complexion had gone through typical teenage pimple stages, but she seemed to be over that. Her near-perfect skin and sparkling blue eyes were her best features. But when she looked in the mirror, she was not convinced of her beauty. At 5'4", she was petite and shapely.

"My nose is too big," she told herself. She put her finger on the tip and pushed up, exaggerating her nostrils. She giggled. '"But that makes me look like Porky Pig." In reality, her aquiline profile was admired by all her friends.

"Your nose is elegant, Mel. I'd kill for a nose like yours. And you have a figure to die for." Her best friend Jean complimented her repeatedly, but her support typically failed to hit home with her friend.

Still, she secretly wanted to look more like her mother. At least, like the way her mother used to look.

She hadn't seen her mother in some time. For all she knew, her mother was likely dead from a drug overdose.

Growing up had not been a cakewalk for Melissa. And her parents had finally divorced after many years of a troubled marriage. Her mother's dependence on pain medication after an auto accident had evolved into an addiction to street drugs, including fentanyl and possibly even heroin, and her health had gone downhill quickly. Her promiscuity only increased with her intense drug use. Before then, she had affairs when her husband was gone on business trips. But since their separation, Mel witnessed an endless stream of "boyfriends," as her mother called them.

When her parents split up for good shortly after her seventeenth birthday, a succession of men frequented the house for both drugs and sex with her mother. She frequently heard her mother stagger into the house late at night with someone new in tow. In short order, the house would be filled with the sounds of sex: moaning and explicit profanity instructing her lovers what she wanted them to do to her. Her drug hangovers only intensified her disgusting habits.

Her mother's good looks and shapely body likewise deteriorated with her unhealthy lifestyle. When her teeth started to go bad, that was the final straw for her daughter. She had to get out of her mother's house.

When Melissa told her naïve father what was happening, he immediately removed her to live with him in a small apartment that he was renting.

"I should never have let things get to this point, Mel. I had no idea your mother was this far gone. I'm going through legal channels as we speak to ensure she has no claim to you, even though you are eighteen. You are safe with me."

His one-bedroom apartment offered little privacy for a hormonal teenager who fretted about every pimple or blemish, but they would do their best to make it work.

Mel insisted that her dad keep the bedroom, and she would sleep on the sofa until they found better arrangements.

"I'm just grateful to be with you, Dad. I couldn't take another night with Mom's drug use. Besides, I hope to find a job and eventually get my own place."

"Okay, Sweetheart, but I'm fine to give you the big bed while you are here. And I'll get a bigger place soon. This lease is about to expire."

What Melissa did not tell him was that on several occasions since their divorce, she had been approached late at night by her mother's lovers who likely had hoped to have sex with her. The first time happened when she found her mother passed out on the couch, partially unclothed. A man was asleep next to her, his shorts around his ankles and his cock seeping onto her mother's thighs. As Melissa tried to awaken her mother, he attempted to kiss her, only to realize she was someone new.

Mel extricated herself, evicted the stranger, and got her mother to bed. Still, it was a scary situation for an eighteen-year-old, even one as mature as she was rapidly becoming.

On another occasion, a man mistakenly entered her bedroom instead of her mother's when he returned from the bathroom. He was naked, and his huge penis swayed and bobbed as he hopped into the wrong bed in the faint moonlight. He proceeded to grope her and then tried to fuck her before she got it through his drug-addled head that she was not her mother. He mumbled an apology and quickly left. Once he was back in her mother's room, she heard giggling and then loud, fucking noises.

"Oh, Honey. Yes, yes, yes. There's that big fuckstick! Put it back in me. Just like that! You are so deep. Give me all of it!"

The sounds actually caused the Mel to fantasize about what it would be like to have sex with a huge cock. Her fingers soon found her familiar sweet spot and were buried inside her moist pussy as she listened to her mother next door. Mel's subsequent orgasm caused her to stifle a scream. She pictured a huge cock creaming her pussy as she met her lover thrust for thrust in her dream. But in her mind, the face that belonged to that erect penis was not the stranger's in the next room. It was her father's.

Melissa had long harbored a crush on her father. He was handsome, strong, and kind. Unfortunately, he was a pushover for her mother, who used her feminine wiles and big breasts to control him. His frequent business trips allowed her mother to have numerous affairs over the course of their marriage. If he had suspicions, she was skilled at persuading him that he was imagining things and would invariably take him to the bedroom if he wasn't convinced.

But now things would be different. Mel and her father were together again, and her mother could go to hell, for all she cared. And more than likely, that's where she already was.

Ron, Mel's father, felt terrible for what his daughter had been through, and his living situation was not great. He was on the road often for work, traveling to other cities, and he tended to live a Spartan life since the divorce. But he was determined to make it right for her. He hated for her to sleep on the couch, but she seemed fine with it for the short term.

He tried to give her privacy even though his apartment was only one bedroom. Mel had jammed most of her clothes in a single suitcase when she left her mother's. Unfortunately, she had to leave some clothes behind, and she did not have a suitable nightie, so she had borrowed one of his XL T-shirts until she could buy one.

When she came out of the bathroom that first night, he realized that his daughter had become a woman. Gone was the skinny, stick-figure, now replaced with curves and a fleshy ass and perky chest. Her prominent nipples could not hide beneath the thin cotton T-shirt she wore to bed. They screamed to be touched, and he struggled not to stare at them.

"You probably don't want to hear this, but you look more like your mother each day. Don't worry. That's a good thing. Like your mother USED to look. Not the person she's become."

Mel gleamed at the compliment and threw her shoulders back in pride. Her boobs had definitely gotten bigger. She was getting too big for her C-cup bras, but new ones were expensive. She relished being able to take off her bra and free those twin puppies from confinement, as well as put them on display for the man she loved. Her father's gazing upon those orbs was not lost on her.

Any awkwardness between them soon disappeared. Mel was in heaven to be living with her dad. She let him know her feelings right off the bat that first night.

"Thanks, Dad, for all you do. I'm so happy to be with you. I love you."

"I love you too, Mel. Don't worry. This will all work out in the end."

They hugged tightly for several seconds. Ron bent down and kissed his daughter's forehead, and then she looked up and returned the kiss, but on the mouth. Her kiss surprised him, but he enjoyed it. He kissed her back briefly and held her tightly. Her firm, eighteen-year-old breasts pressed into him, and he felt a response in his groin.

"I'm glad you are here, safe and sound. Sweetie. Just ask if you need anything. I'm here for you."

Melissa felt his reaction and smiled. With their height difference, it was poking into her stomach, and it felt big.

Ron gave his daughter one final good-night kiss on her forehead, and they each found their respective beds. Ron slipped out of his boxers, and his hand automatically went to his thickening cock and stroked it. It had been a while since he had enjoyed any sex other than what he could provide with his own hand. He briefly chastised himself for harboring erotic thoughts about his own daughter, but he rationalized it by reminding himself that they were only thoughts. Fantasies were all he had these days. At eighteen, she was an eyeful. Her mother at that age was the same way: big tits and small hips.

Sex with his wife had been fantastic, but those days were over. He watched in disgust as she slowly devolved into the dark world of drugs and depravity.

It's such a shame. That woman knew how to fuck, and she could suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch, he mused. But she was also smart and clever. Too clever for her own good, perhaps.

But his mind went back to the image of his daughter. In minutes, he was steadily stroking himself to a different fantasy with a younger face, and the release was quick and messy. He grabbed his boxers from the floor beside the bed and used them to wipe the puddle of cum he had created. He slipped into the bathroom on tiptoes and cleaned up the remaining discharge in his hand and around the head of his cock with a washcloth.

Mel heard his activity from the living room, but she was too busy with her own masturbation. She imagined her father's tongue inside her cunt as she ran her fingers through his hair and encouraged him. It was a recurring fantasy.

"Oh, Daddy. Your tongue feels so good inside me. Don't stop. I'm about to cum." She whispered the words aloud, secretly hoping that her father might overhear them and make her dream come true.

"Gradually, she intensified her efforts and added a second finger to her pussy as her thumb massaged the area around her clitoris. She was already close. Suddenly, an intense orgasm surged through her body, and she jerked uncontrollably in response. Her hand was sopping. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

The next day, Ron was up early and out the door. He left a note that he would be gone for the night but would return the following day. Food was in the fridge, and there was leftover takeout from the previous evening.

Mel busied herself straightening the apartment and doing some laundry. A bachelor obviously lived there. The place was a mess, even though men would think it was fine. She emptied the hamper and sorted the clothes for washing. Her father's boxers caught her eye, and without thinking, she put them to her nose and inhaled. That was when she discovered a large cum stain on them, still slightly damp. She was unsure what it should smell or look like, but she was sure it must be sperm.

Was that what he was doing last night? Beating off. God, that is so hot.

She put the stain in her mouth after breathing in the musky aroma. A slight salty taste came to mind. She sorted through the rest of his clothes but could find no more tell-tale stains. She decided to wash everything except the stained boxers. They might come in handy later.

Melissa realized that she loved to masturbate and the feeling of something penetrating her pussy. Her fingers were fine, but she longed for something more. She imagined what a large penis would feel like as it stretched her tight little vagina and slid deep inside her. She had seen large penises on porn sites, but when her mother's lover hopped into her bed by mistake, she got a first-hand idea of just how big an erect cock could be. And based on her mom's subsequent screaming, it must be wonderful.

"God, his cock was so big. I don't think something that large would fit in me. I wonder how big Dad's is. Mom hinted he had a big one."

Mel's musings only made her hornier, and in short order, she was in her dad's bed naked and inhaling his musky odor as she fingered herself furiously. She had found a hairbrush that her father had used and realized the plastic handle was a perfect size for what she had in mind. With the addition of a little Vaseline she found on his nightstand, she was slowly fucking herself with it. With one hand, she pressed the fake prick deeper and deeper while her other hand held his cum-stained boxers to her nose. She erupted into an intense orgasm at the thought of her father's cock stretching her.

Just then, the phone rang.

Caller ID indicated that the caller was her dad. She took a deep breath, waited a few seconds after removing the plastic handle from her cunt, and then picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hi, Honey. Just checking in. Everything okay?"

"Hi, Dad. Yes, I'm fine. Just doing some laundry and hanging out. I saw your note. All good here."

"Great. You sound out of breath. Listen, you sleep in my bed tonight. It's much more comfortable. It's doubtful I'll make it back tonight, but I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay, Dad. Safe travels. See you tomorrow."

She lay there naked for several minutes. She rubbed the slick handle over her clitoris and closed her eyes. She loved sex. But she longed for the real thing. Frustrated, she decided to finish her chores and maybe hit the pool shared by the apartments.

The day flew by. At the pool, she noticed several older men gawking at her. Her bikini proudly displayed her firm breasts, and her bottoms were little more than butt floss, accentuating her perfect ass. She loved the stares and imagined they were coming from her father.

Later, after a dinner of leftovers and some TV, Mel decided to go to bed and get up early to greet her father. She would make him a big, late-morning breakfast since it would be the weekend. She made sure she had all the ingredients and then went to bed.

About 1:00 a.m., she thought she heard a key in the door and someone enter. She listened quietly and then realized by the sounds that it was her father. He put his keys on the hall table and quietly came into the dark bedroom.

He was tired from traveling and had forgotten about his daughter taking over his bed for the night. Without turning on a light, he undressed and laid his clothes on a chair in the corner. Naked, he slipped under the covers on the left side of the bed as was his custom. Melissa was on the other side of the bed, wondering what she should do.

As her dad got comfortable, she felt him moving around and rolling over toward her. Suddenly, he came in contact with his daughter and screamed in surprise.

"Oh, shit, Mel. Sorry, I forgot you were here. I'm exhausted, and it just slipped my mind. I'll take the sofa."

"No, Dad. Stay where you are. It's no big deal. We're both already here. Just relax. Besides, I'm awake now. I can take the sofa if you want, but I'm fine to stay here. I AM your daughter. No big deal."

"Okay, Honey. Just for tonight, I promise. My back is killing me from sitting all day. This feels so good to be in bed."

He hadn't considered that he was wearing no pajamas as he kissed his daughter on the nose, "goodnight," and felt her reach up with her arms around his neck and kiss him back. Suddenly, it dawned on him that he was completely naked as their bodies came into contact. Before he could say anything, he felt her soft, full lips on his. She tasted like toothpaste.

"I love you, Daddy. I'm so lucky to have a wonderful father like you." She kissed him again, this time longer, and then, without thinking, she pressed into him firmly, opened her mouth, and searched for his tongue.

Her father jerked slightly, but then he relaxed and seemed to forget where he was. He opened his mouth, and suddenly he and his daughter were in a passionate embrace with their mouths open and their tongues writhing like two snakes in heat.

After what seemed like eternity to Ron, he broke off. He was breathing hard, and his heart thumped in his chest. His cock was at full mast and poking between his daughter's thighs and into her panty-clad groin. The T-shirt she wore as a nightie was bunched around her waist, and her breasts heaved with passion underneath. Her father's hand had automatically found a firm mound and squeezed it, the hard nipple pressing into his palm.

"Oh, Honey. We can't do this. I'm your father. This is wrong, Sweetie."

Mel stared at him in horror for a few seconds, and then she turned her head and began to cry.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I can't help myself. I've wanted to do this for ages, and suddenly you were in...