“Dad? Hello?”

I found myself being pulled out of my daydream by the voice of my daughter.

“Huh? I'm sorry sweetie, what were you saying?”

“God dad why do you always zone out when I'm talking to you? You shouldn’t be thinking about the waitress and her huge tits, that's what mom is for.”

“Watch your mouth Elise, I'm your father! You're not supposed to talk to me like that.” I retorted to the girl sitting in the booth with me. As you can obviously tell, this is my daughter Elise. She just turned seventeen two days ago. Her mother and I were supposed to take her out for her birthday dinner, but me and my wife's conflicting work schedule stopped us from being able to do just that. It has always been tough doing things as a family, with my wife working afternoon shifts and me working mornings. Last year poor Elise had to celebrate her birthday by herself, as I was forced to do a double and her mother as well. This year I swore it would be different, and so placed a request to have a day off for my little angel.

Angel is however, a relative term. My daughter has the attitude of a rich snot and the mouth of a drunk sailor. Sometimes during the rare occasions that our family did sit down for dinner together, she would send my wife into a fit of gasps over the type of language she used. Speaking of my wife, I have yet to give you a picture of her have I? Her name is Anna, a woman about 5' 8” in height and in excellent shape for a woman in her mid forties. She is extremely well endowed with luscious size C breasts that have yet to start sagging, and to top it all off, long flowing brown hair. Our sex life was amazing when we met in high school, and continued that way through our marriage. That sadly changed after the birth of my one and only Elise.

Anna picked up a full time job working as an emergency room clerk at the local hospital soon after our daughter was born. Kept ranting about how “it was an inspiration to see people help others” and something stupid like that. I didn't argue, working as a factory manager was hard work and didn’t pay enough to keep my wife and daughter happy in our two story house on the water. It also didn’t manage to impress my wife enough to let her spread her legs for me anymore. It has been almost a whole year since last time we made love, which leads us to my newest hobby.

Since my wife refuses to bed me, masturbating has become my new favorite past time, usually with my imagination focusing in the hottest woman I saw that day. I would wait until my daughter went to bed before going to my room, stripping naked and stroking my cock for a good half hour. Tonight I had taken my daughter to Red Robin to grab a burger for her birthday, and lo and behold our waitress happened to be one smoking hot babe. Her extremely curly blond hair cascaded to her shoulders, her breasts bounced ever so perfectly and her eyes screamed slut. I wanted her more than I wanted the burger she so lovingly placed in front of me.

“So anyways, Lauren and Amanda wouldn't invite me to their stupid party this weekend, so I'm stuck at home. Dad, are you even listening?”

She smacked my arm that was propping my head up and helping me stare off into the distance. I had accidentally started thinking about the waitress again and pushed my daughter's rant off into the back of my mind. A sizable tent had built itself up in my pants from the mental images of my hard prick penetrating the slut.

“Jeez dad, you're such a dirty man. You need to stop thinking about her or else I’ll tell mom.” My Elise said with a stern glare at me. I looked back into her hazel eyes and smiled slyly at her.

“You know I would never cheat on your mother, and as far as I'm concerned looking but not touching doesn't count as cheating.” I replied before taking a large bite of my cheeseburger. She gave an irritated ugh before getting out of the booth to walk to the bathroom, and that's when it happened. I noticed how my daughter's jeans hugged her ass, the way her shirt came up enough to let some smooth skin show off her love handles and how her hair hung like a curtain down her back in a river of wavy brown. I had to shake my head a few times. This was my daughter I was checking out! Its not right of me.

Sure the waitress was worth every glance, and the images I had of her nude body were delicious enough to eat, but my daughter? I couldn't believe what was going through my head. I tried to take my mind off of it, but the image of my Elise's ass as she walked away haunted me. What is worse is my hard on remained stiff as a plank, and was showing no sign of retreating.

“It's just her ass, as long as I don't look at her boobs everything will be fine.” I whispered to myself with a deep breath. Breasts are my weakness, without a decent pair of em, I find it difficult to picture a female naked. I took another bite just as I spotted her returning and gagged on the burger and it's juicy contents. The red t-shirt she was wearing was tight against her chest, forcing her breasts to stick out and the outline of her bra underneath to bleed through.

The damage was done, and it sunk in deep like poison. She must be at a size B bra, and judging by the way her jeans hugged her tight bottom she must look amazing naked. The mental image of my daughter's nude body exploded into my mind. She was an absolute vixen, her body and it's wonderful features tickling my fancy in every corner of my brain. Perfect nipples, a bald pussy and all of it in between. I wanted it bad, but an overwhelming thought popped back into my mind. She is my daughter, and it was wrong.

“Dad, will you come back down to earth dammit!” Elise's voice was like a bucket of cold water, pulling me out of this bizarre dream. I smiled and finished my burger as she did hers. The dinner went on without my imagining her again, and I was finally able to refocus.

An hour later we arrived back home, the lights on the house were off and the door locked.

“Your mother must be asleep already.”

“Does she have another double tomorrow?” Elise asked as I put the keys into the lock and let her in.

“Yeah, but for a Wednesday it seems like an awfully long time to spend at work.” I answered her as I turned on the hallway light. The house was quiet, with only the ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room to greet our ears. It's old hands pointed out that it was nine thirty in the reflection of the light, much to my daughter's dismay.

“Damn I guess I gotta go to bed. Oh well, night, dad!” She said and with a peck on the lips she hurried off upstairs.

“What has gotten into her?” I wondered out loud. She never liked to go to bed so early at night, but thinking about it was too much, I had much better things to think about. My mind drifted back to the gorgeous waitress and my cock became rigid once again.

I wanted to eat that pussy like a sundae before fucking it raw. I wanted those tits in my face so I could suck on those nipples. My mind was made up, and I found myself racing up the stairs so I could quickly undress and jerk off next to my sleeping wife.

I reached the landing of the stairs, turning and moving down the hall as quietly as I could so I wouldn't disturb my angel. She should be in her bed by now, but I was wrong by a long shot. My form stiffened when I saw that her door was ajar and a dull light was on. The dirty thoughts flooded my mind from earlier and the thought of my nude daughter appeared before my eyes. It was so wrong, but I had a slight hope that maybe Elise was playing with herself in her bed. My steps turned into tiptoes as I inched closer to the opening. My hopes turned to reality as tiny moans emanated from within, and my heart started to skip a beat. It felt like ages but I finally reached the door and peered inside.

Elise's queen sized bed was right next to her desk in her room, directly facing the crack in the door I was looking through. She had turned on the lamp on her desk and left it shining on a book, but I didn't care about that, I was too focused on her form. She was laying on her back in the bed, facing the door with her legs spread. Her pink pajama gown was pulled it up so that her naked pussy was exposed, allowing me to feast my eyes as she rubbed her clitoris. Her pussy was all I imagined it to be, even more so delicious now that I heard my daughter's soft moans accompanied with it.

I watched as she would rub her pussy with small circles, occasionally diving her fingers into her love hole and finger fucking herself a few times before returning to the rubbing. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity for the world, even if it was wrong. I hastily pulled my zipper down and pulled out my cock and began stroking. God what a site it was to behold, I wished I was in there fucking her right at that very instant. Her moans grew louder as my strokes became faster. Her hips started to buck as she was reaching climax, her fingers now buried deep in her pussy and increasing in thrusting speed. I watched eagerly as she finally hit her climax and let out a huge gasp as she arched heavily and began to shudder. Her eyes opened slightly, then increased to huge proportions as she noticed my head peaking through the door.

“Dad!” Elise said in a loud whisper. She seemed panicked, but didn't remove her hand from her cunt. “Have you been watching me this entire time?”

“I'm sorry baby, I couldn't help myself. I'll leave.” I said hastily, trying to move from the door.

“No dad!” She said in her normal voice. “Have you been jerking off to me?” I nodded my head nervously. She still hadn't removed her hand from her pussy, but using her free hand she made a gesture for me to come in. I obliged her, coming inside and closing the door behind me. My cock was still out of my fly, and still stood at attention in front of my daughter. She looked at it then at me.

“Dad, this is so weird but I want you to finish while you watch me, while you're next to me.” She said in a whisper. Elise moved herself over to left side of the bed, allowing me enough room to climb in. “But take it all off, if you're going to do it, I want you naked, dad.”

How could I turn my daughter down? I eagerly pulled off my shirt and pants, removing my underwear so my jewels stood open and free to my daughter's viewing pleasure. She in turned pulled off her nighty and threw it to the side. I was right about her tits, they were at least size B, and had the perfect nipples on them no bigger than a quarter. Her pussy was now exposed and very very clean of any hair. My daughter turned herself onto her side and lifted her leg so I could watch her fingers disappearing into her wet cunt.

“You do this too, dad. I want to watch you facing me.” She said with a soft moan. She had resumed her finger fucking and was picking up speed. I instinctively leaned on my right side and grabbing my raging cock began stroking it as fast and as hard as I could. Her moans were perfect, the way her breasts jiggled as her body vibrated with the throngs of pleasure she was feeling, the blur her her hand had become. It was truly a breathtaking sight to behold. My mind was racing, I wanted to stick it in her, but that was too far too fast, but perhaps moving a bit closer would be alright.

I shifted my body and nudged myself closer to Elise. She must have noticed my actions and mirrored them in turn. I didn’t stop moving until I was close to her, and neither did she. By the time we had stopped my cock was almost touching her belly button, and her breasts were well within my mouth's reach.

“Go ahead and suck em, daddy, but you better fucking cum all over my belly.” Elise said in between her moans. My free hand lunged at the chance, lifting one of her soft supple tits and bringing it's nipple into my mouth. A large moan escaped her mouth, almost loud enough to wake my wife, but my angel realized my mistake and quieted herself as I suckled on her beautiful chest.

“Ooooh daddy, that feels so fucking good. Cum on me, daddy, cum on your little girl.” Her begging sent me over the edge, and almost upon command my steaming hot seed spewed forth onto my little girl. I couldn't help but let a moan escape as I finished my assault upon her abdomen, her cries of ecstasy giving me the notion she finished too. I left her absolutely covered in my sperm, but it's stickiness stopped it from dripping down on to the sheets.

“Dad, that was so fucking weird. Oh my god, but it was so fucking good.” Elise panted. She had worked up a decent sweat from the excitement, as had I. My cock began to soften up when I watched her unexpectedly reach down, wipe some cum from her belly with a single finger and stick it into her mouth. Her moan as she slurped down the warm load sent my prick back up to attention. “No, dad, no more for tonight. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow when I get home from school. It's already ten thirty and you need to get sleep too.”

I agreed and began to pick my clothes off the floor in a heap. “Don't you speak a single word of this to your mother.” I said as I did so. She answered with a sensual sounding duh as she used her night gown to wipe my splooge from her skin. I was at a loss for words as I watched her toss the soiled piece of clothing into the hamper and climb under her sheets. I moved to the bed and made to give her a peck goodnight, and received a deep passionate kiss instead. Not that I was complaining, I just had a last minute fantasy come to life in a matter of hours. Within a few moments I was at the door about to close it on my way out when I heard one last peep from my darling angel.

“Dad.”

“Yes Elise?”

“Your cum is delicious.”

To be continued?