Mon morning. I 've just finished making breakfast for the two most beautiful fair sex on the planet—my married woman and daughter—who 're probably getting gear up to hail downstairs any minute now. I work from household, so I usually cook so that my wife can bequeath and come home easier. My daughter 's in mellow school, but I 'll teach how how eventually. Rather, she 'll make me teach her—that girl just loves learning new things. She may not like cooking for her mother, though ; Lulu can be really picky.

oral presentation of, the first to make it downstairs is Lulu, my married woman. `` Honey, did you get out mine sunny-side-up ? You know that 's how I like my eggs. ``

'' Yes, dearest, I- ''

'' And the Roger Bacon is n't too crispy is it ? ``

'' No, it 's just fi- ''

'' Is the toast toasted ? You have to toast the toast. If you do n't wassail toast, it 's not crispen. AND— ''

I hand her her plate, complete with every tedious little item she 's described. `` Do n't worry honey, the toast is toast. ``

She brushes some of her style brown haircloth over her articulatio humeri and takes the plate in a way that 's a bit less than polite. `` Then why prevent me waiting ? I 'm a occupy woman, you know. We ca n't all sustain the luxury of working in our boxer from the consolation of our own house. ``

I 'm not mad at her ; Lulu 's the psyche of her section at work, so I 'd reckon it 's nerve-racking. That, and there 's our daughter. She seems to like me more than than Lulu, so that agitates her.

Before I can respond to her snarky input, I hear the hasty pace of my girl who 's virtually running down the stairs. She 's so gumptious ; it 's precious !

'' Lulu, not so fas- ''

'' G'morning daddy ! '' she says as she runs up to me, brown pigtails swinging, wraps her arms around my neck and plants a big, wet kiss—the beneficial morning time Kiss— on my cheek. It only lands there because I turn my face just before it hits my lips. As usual, this makes Lulu pout. `` daddy, you 're so bastardly ! ``

'' Aw, but honey you 're too- ''

'' stunner, you 're fifteen. That 's far too old to kiss your father on the lips, '' my wife says, though a bit more angrily than I was going to.

She really is getting older, though. She 's already grown into a D-cup bra and she certainly does n't let the hips of a slight lady friend. The only intellect I know this is because my married woman talks about it, though. At the very least, she dresses conservatively—a rock-band tee shirt and regular blue jeans that are n't as tight as to the highest degree of the girls wear these days mean that I do n't have to worry about calls from her school about violating the apparel code.

'' Wow, I 'm xv ? I never knew ! School has n't even started yet and I 'm al-ready eruditeness SO much. ``

Lulu has a pretty sharp tongue. Both of them. Yeah, I manage somehow.

'' I 'm going to learn you what pain in the ass flavour like if you don't- ''

'' madam, ladies ; can we just savour the amazing breakfast that I slaved over a hot stove to draw ? ``

The billet calms down and we all eat. My wife stands up and snap up her briefcase and winder, then heads toward the room access. `` I 'm leaving. ``

'' Thank God ... '' sweetheart mutters.

She stops and turns her capitulum as if to speak, but just sigh and then continues walking. Sometimes I feel like I 'm the lonesome one who still loves in this menage. But I know that is n't true.

'' Bye honey ! Do n't give 'em too lots hell ! ``

The door closing curtain and she starts her car. She 'll be sitting there for a spell most in all likelihood, arranging her thingmajig and whatnot before pulling off.

My girl, who 's sitting future to me at the dinner table which seats six, leans on my shoulder.

'' knockout, '' I say in my You 'd meliorate not tone, trying to be a little fatherly.

'' You know, dad, schoolhouse 's canceled today. '' She swirls on of her cute minuscule finger against my chest. `` I can stay home with you ! ``

'' Lulu, school is not canceled. Now hurry up, before you miss the bus ! I do n't wan na have to take you again. ``

'' Okay, O.K., I 'll go. But give me my goodbye Kiss ! ``

I stand and take her home plate and mine over to the sink. `` beauty, c'mon. ``

'' amercement, fine, I 'll go ! Jeez. You 're supposed to wan na get rid of that old hag, not the cute Lulu. ``

'' Lulu, do n't mouth about your mother that way ! ``

'' Bye daddy ! '' The door closes. Finally, both of them are gone. Now I can get to work.

A moment later, I look out the window to see knockout 's car driveway off, but the bus has n't come yet. I sigh, as I know exactly what this means.

The door bursts open. Lulu parades in with a triumphant smirk on her face and comes in for a kiss. But with her mother gone, Lulu feels she has a bit more freedom—enough to place her hands on both slope of my face and force her lips onto mine. This is the Goodbye Kiss.

Unlike the Good Morning Kiss, this one lasts a bit longer. I really need to get to act upon, though, so I 'll try to shorten it as much as possible.

I reach down between my precious daughter 's pegleg and rub her through her dungaree. She moans into the osculation, and I walk her backbone to the refrigerator to let her rest her back against it.

She 'll involve it.

Coincidentally, I hear the schoolbus pass ; I know she hears it too, because at the same time, I feel her smile into the kiss.

here and now later, her pants are at her human knee and my bridge player has gone into her panties. One finger is all I use since she 's still a virgin. I do n't call up she 's ready for practically more.

'' Hah ... hah ... daddy ... right there ... '' she moans, rolling her hips against my hand as I try desperately to stay on in control. Her precious moans and whines pouring into my ear stimulate me more than I should, and remind me that I should 've worn More than just a robe and pugilist. lulu does n't seem to heed, though.

She opens her eyeball a bit and looks down, then cracks a grinning. `` Daddy ... '' she reaches down and unties my robe, then stares at the bulge in my boxer-briefs as she continues kissing me. `` How did that fit inside Mom ? ``

Whenever she does this, I swear she gets ten metre wetter.

'' One more time, Lulu, then I 'm taking you to school. ``

'' But Daddy, I 've only cum three multiplication ... why not make it an even five ? ``

'' pentad is n't even, so like I said, you really need to go to school. ``

She giggles briefly before her next groan. `` hush dada ... how can I think when your big manlike manus is making my brainiac sputter ? ``

A little later, Lulu moans out with her adjacent climax. She makes for certain to do so into my ear ; I 'm too close to see her face but I 'm for certain she 's looking down, watching my cock throb from anticipation. I should n't intromit it, I really should n't, but ...

… I want to lie with the bread and butter daylights out of my daughter.

The worst portion about it, I think, is that I 'm for certain she 'd let me. It has n't come up ; we 've both kinda just been okay with the touching. I have to control this situation—we 're not lovers, I 'm just getting her to school as fast as possible. She 's pretty assertive, just like her mother, so it 's not like I can just tell apart her `` no. ``

She changes into some new panties and we get in my car so I can take aim her to schooltime. My erecting settles down, but I notice that I 'd leak some precum. By the facial expression she 's giving me, I can tell that she knows I know.

'' Something damage, dada ? '' she smiles innocently, though truly, there 's cypher `` impeccant '' about it.

'' Nope ! All good ! Let 's get rollin'. ``

Several 60 minutes later it 's time for her to do home. My married woman wo n't be home for a while though, she works pretty late. I would n't mind her companionship, but my girl could n't be happier.

She opens the threshold more calmly this time ; I 'm on the figurer in our written report now, finishing up something for my company. There 's only a hallway between here and the kitchen, so as soon as she 's there, she can see me.

'' Daaaaddyyyyyyyyy, '' she calls, putting her backpack down wherever as she walks to the study. I do n't wrick from the computer, though.

She wraps her arm around my berm and leans over me, probably looking at the computer screen. `` What'cha doin'Daddy ? ``

'' Managing the ship's company 's finance, truelove. ``

She gives me a brace of mass on the nerve. She 's holding me pretty close, so I can find her breast pressure against my back. They 're so soft ...

'' Are you almost done ? ``

'' No, it 'll submit at least another time of day. ``

'' 'Kay, '' she stands up and walks off. Did I note how mature this female child can be sometimes ? `` I 'll be here when you finish, Daddy ! ``

She usually hangs around me, so I 'm not sure what she does when she 's alone. I guess she listens to her iPod or something. Whatever she does, she does it quietly, and it makes me proud that I do n't have to worry about her being raucous.

'' dada ? Almost done ? '' she asks ; it 's been exactly an hr, so you can evidence her dying she 's been. I 'm not gon na lie though : I did n't jerk off after she left, so ... I 'm kinda anxious too.

She comes downstairs from her room. At that import, I realize that I 'm not entirely unsure of what she does when she 's alone : sometimes, she changes clothes. Now is one of those times.

The conservative manner she adopts for school and her female parent is no more. From now until her female parent comes home, stunner 's attire is ... `` homey, '' to say the least.

'' Daaddyyyyy ? '' she comes up from behind again, this time though, the air is completely different.

I take in a whiff of her perfume that 's supposed to be for special social occasion. `` Almost, baby. Just a little bit longer. ``

She pouts a little. `` Okay ... Thirty more mo, okay ? ``

I chuckle at her giving me a time-frame for my work. `` Alright, pumpkin. ``

'' hold back it with those Wyrd pet-names. Jeez. I 'm not a fruit ! ``

'' Pumpkins- ''

'' DO N'T say they 're vegetables ! '' she says while giggling. She 's an A-plus pupil, but I usually correct her a few times a day to tease her.

'' Okay, I wo n't say it. ``

She smacks me on the shoulder. `` Whatever, Mr. Know-it-all. I 'll be waiting, so do n't split your promiiiise ! '' she leaves once again and closes the door. I did n't turn over around because I 'm sure that if I did, I 'd have seen whatever sexy outfit she wore to rally me. I would n't be working right now, had that happened.

XXX transactions later on the nose, she comes back in. `` You 're done ! '' she says in a pollyannaish tone.

'' Not quite, sugar-buns. I 've still got to— ''

'' Daddy. ``

'' —finish up, and then— ''

'' pappa. ``

'' —but after that, I 'll be pretty a great deal done, and— ''

She turns the chairwoman around toward her and puts her hands on the armrests. `` papa. '' Her face ... is really close to mine.

I swallow. I know my daughter of all multitude should n't give me this queasy, but she 's wearing the Japanese school day uniform she got for Christmastime, red doll and white-and-red top, complete with red bounder and white thigh-high stockings, all one size too small. She ... may or may not have found her way into my pornography folder. I did n't know until she asked her mother for Yuletide. Her mom would n't turn away like I would 've because she does n't know about my ... pastime. She thought it was just cosplay. I 'll say one matter : she 'd get a lot of tending of a girl like her went out somewhere in a skirt this short.

She giggles. `` You 're speechless ! pop, you 're so cute when you 're all flustered ! '' That description does n't really fit me. I 'm over twice her age !

'' What ? I 'm a middle-aged man, I 'm not 'cute when I 'm all flustered !'And drive that off, we did n't buy that just for you to wear thin whenever. ``

She walks over to the door and closes it. `` Thirty-seven is n't really middle-aged yet. You 're still new enough to be cute, daddy. ``

I take this opportunity to turn back around to my desk and get back to make. `` Then I 'm youthful enough to finish this before— ''

She whines like a lilliputian kid. Did I say she was mature ? Whoops. `` Daddyyyy, come in oooon ! I was waiting all day at school for this ! I have to give you your good afternoon Kiss ! ``

I sigh. `` Okay, okay, I 'm almost done. ``

'' I 'm waiting in here ! '' she takes a nates in one of the nearby chairs.

'' Fine, just be silence ! ``

'' I wo n't say a Word, Daddy. ``

I 'm glad. If there 's one thing my daughter does, it 's keep her word.

It 's been a few minutes, and as she promised, she 's restrain quiet. It 's a bit strange not knowing what she 's doing, but from seeing her creamy thighs just above where her stockings end and below where her bird begins, I 'm already back to thinking about her cute little pussy.

She 's waiting for me, and here I am, working. I kinda feel like a neglectful father, but if it were her way all the time, I'd 've been fired long ago.

Still ... with a consistence like that ... with a daughter like this, who 'll imbibe my peter all day if I let her bide home, I 'm half-tempted to leave office my job anyway.

Suddenly, I hear something fall under my desk. I try to get through down to get it, but my daughter slips under there first. There 's elbow room, but not a ton of room. enough for her to ... oh boy. I do n't know how her skirt flipped up, but it did ...

Pure blank panties grab my eyes as she squeezes between my leg and the bound of the desk, on all fours, trying to recover what 's probably her cell phone or something. Their shape is as circle as volleyballs thanks to the pert, thick tail that my girl got from her mother. I get stiff just from looking.

'' hurriedness up, smasher, you 're distracting pop. ``

Distracting was a practiced word.

She keeps looking, or whatever she 's doing, and her butt moves left and properly in a apparent movement that I ca n't take anything early than provocative. It 's not a problem for long, though ; she moves in and her ass disappears from sight. Maybe now my hard-on 'll subside.

At least, that 's what I think until she rubs my crotch, feeling up and down on my shaft. I 'd close my legs, but she 's probably in there. She ... knows how to make it hard for me, in more ways than one.

She opens the front line of my boxer-briefs and, after some struggling, pulls out my rock-hard dick. I hear a satisfied gasp from her as she does. Then, I feel it : her warm, soft tongue trailing up my length as she holds its radix in her script. She 'll usually make Sir Thomas More interference when she 's blowing me, but she 's making sure as shooting to be quiet. The girlfriend knows how to stay within the pattern when she gets what she wants, just like her mother.

By the time she starts swirling her tongue around the nous of my peter, I 'm already at my limit ; she is n't the sole one who 's been waiting for her to retrovert home all day. But I 've got to hold out a little longer. Got to show her I 'm a man, and I wo n't cum that easily.

She knows me well enough to know that those 're my intentions, which is probably why she wraps her succulent little mouth around my hawkshaw and starts sucking. My wooden leg wriggle as I struggle to hold in my orgasm, which I know 'll be big since I 've been holding it in since this morning. She wants it though—really wants it—so she starts jerking me smoothly, yet quickly as she sucks, half the duration of my cock stuffed in her mouth.

I 'm defeated. I let out a tatty moan and unload, filling her mouth faster than she can swallow. Some oozes out of her oral cavity and onto my crotch and her hand.

After swallowing what went into her mouth she gives my cock a kiss ( the Afternoon kiss ), but still does n't say anything. She just crawls out from underneath the desk ; but, before she gets up, I 'm totally unable to dissent giving her ass a few `` well done '' pats.

'' Alright, I 'm done for now. You can go ahead lecture. ``

'' YOU CAME TOO SOON ! ``

'' Shh ! Do you want the neighbour to discover ? ``

'' But Daddy ... '' she takes a helping hand of mine and pulls it to her breast, `` I was gon na use my tits ! I did n't really consider you 'd cum. How come you do n't cum as fast when you fuck Mom ? ``

Whoa. That 's a plastered inquiry if I ever heard one.

'' Um ... you 're uh ... '' I ca n't obtain an answer.

The fact that she 's looking at me earnestly and curiously and not with her I want you to say this or that side just makes it intemperately to answer.

Suddenly, her faces igniter with gloat. `` I 'm sexier ? ! I turn you on more than Mommy ? ``

She hit the nail on the head. I do n't do it if it 's her age or the fact that she 's my girl, but Lulu 's really had an edge on her mother since we started this a month ago. Even before that, she turned me on in early ways, but that 's a news report for another day.

'' I did n't say that ! And ... clean yourself up ! ``

'' Should n't you clean me up ? You 're the one who just up and blew your load in my lip and did n't even give me time to swallow it all ... ''

It 's meter like this when she says really common affair that I can catch her off-guard.

'' Well if I 'd cum on your cute trivial cheek, then you 'd have a lot more cleaning to do, and your uniform would be pretty viscid, too. ``

She pauses, mouth subject in disbelief. I do n't always use vulgar spoken language, but when I do, I surprise the hell out of her. It especially gets her when I call her cute—she knows the difference between me calling her `` daughter '' cute and `` buff '' cute. But we are n't lovers, so I do n't often say it.

'' I ... I 'm going upstairs. '' She turns around, does n't look back, and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

Just when I think I can get back to study, she opens the door again.

'' ... You come up, too, when you finish. We can ... watch something on my laptop computer. '' she says before leaving again.

As generous as her offer is, I think we both know that if I go up there, we won´t be watching movies .