My ex wife was a big loose woman. Unfortunately I did not find this out until she ran off with her boss 's twenty-two year old son. Tina and I had been married for nineteen yr and had one daughter, Kimberly.

Our marriage had been like nigh. We had sound clock time and bad. She had gotten pregnant when she was a senior in highschool school. I was already in my endorse year of college. I transferred to a local community college, and we got married. affair were exquisitely, our sex life was great, then the baby came. It was like we were stuck in a whirlwind.

fast forward XVIII years.

Tina landed a new job, and within months her posture changed. She is and has always been a beautiful adult female, but her new attitude changed her from her pocket-size lifestyle to one that was a footling wilder. Her chick became shorter, the makeup also became thicker. When I asked her about her modification, she told me I was crazy or accused me of the one that had changed.

Six months after she landed the job, she was scheduled to attend a training seminar. While she was there, apparently she and her boss'son hit it off in more way than one. When she returned, while I was at work, she came into the house and cleaned out all her hooey. When I got family after employment, all I found of hers was a note.

In her note, she stated that Kim was grown so now it was metre for her to have fun. Three mean solar day later I was served with divorcement papers. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. The divorce rescript stated I received the sign of the zodiac, cars, and pretty much everything, including the duty of our daughter Kim and her education.

Kimberly was the spit image of her mother. The only real significant departure was that Kimberly was fatheaded than her mother. By thicker, I am not meaning fat. My ex weighed about a hundred pounds soaking wet, with a bony ass and almost no bosom. Even when she was fraught, her breast never got bigger than a B cup.

Kimberly, however, was about thirty Lebanese pound heavier than her mother. Her breasts were not big, but they were obviously expectant than her mothers. Kimberly ran track, so her second joint and calves were well toned. She also had her female parent's skin color. There was just enough Native American in the bloodline, that it kept them with a natural tan.

Kimberly was my pride and joy. She was a groovy athlete, straight A bookman, and when she wasn't studying or competing, she worked in my office as a clerk. She always had a cheerful personality and even with her mom leaving, she always found a ash gray facing in every dark cloud.

She never gave me a moment 's trouble until about three weeks ago.

I had some things to do around the planetary house, so I left work around noon. It was a prodding of the bit decision so I had not told Kimberly that I would be home when she got out of schooling. She was a senior in heights school, and had her own means of change of location so there should birth not been a problem.

I was busy in the garage when I heard her drive up. My truck was in the back so she had no clue I was nursing home. I heard the room access shut as she entered the face door. I was at a good stopping stop so I decided to go in and see how her day had been.

When I entered from the garage, I was shocked to see what my small girl was wearing. When she had left for schooling, she was in a knee distance skirt with a nice clit up blouse, but now she was wearing a dyad of slutty, too brusque, cut off jeans with a army tank top that showed every curve of her beautiful breasts.

She still had not spotted me as I stood just inside the door. I first hoped that she had changed since arriving at home, but I knew that this had not been possible. I had so many emotions going through me. I was hurt that she had snuck around and would be seen in public wearing so lilliputian. I was embarrassed at the thought that early the great unwashed may have judged my parenting skill by allowing her to dress so slutty. Finally I was angry, because wearing skimpy clothes was the initiative sign of her mother 's infidelity.

She was stirring around the kitchen. She was in no rush to change, because she thought it would be another distich hours before I got home. She apparently was fixing her something to eat, because she opened the closet and retrieved some items. When she tiptoed to reach something on the top shelf, her little shorts rode higher up her hindquarters until the overweight bottoms of her derriere were visible.

Then a black sentiment crossed my mind. I had never noticed what a dainty ass she had. I snapped out of the lustful stare, she was my daughter. Then she bent over to get a pan from the lower locker. Those short shorts rode up even higher and made her puffy labia seeable through their blue jean confines. That was all I could take.

"Kimberly Lynn, what on earth are you wearing ?"I asked in a contemptuous articulation as I entered the kitchen.

She was terrified by my sharp entrance to the point that she dropped the pan she had just taken from the cabinet. She was speechless. Her paw covered her mouth and tears whaled in her big brown eye. In her frightened state, her nipples had hardened under the cut cloth of her top. I tried as intemperate as I could not to notice them, but it was an unsufferable feat.

"I can not believe you would pussyfoot around and wear something so slutty to schoolhouse. Is that what you were trying to do ? To search like a street walking Hooker ? If so you achieved it, sweetheart."I continued, trying to let my furor cover my back talk watering.

"Daddy, I am sorry,"she attempted to apologize.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it. Are you trying to act like your mom ? Do you require to be known as a slut ? I raised you skillful than that !"

My words cut through her like a knife, and I regretted them as soon as they left my lips. She backed up to the refrigerator and began to ball her eyes out. She slid down the fridge to the storey. She bent her knee in and buried her boldness against them. That position did nothing for the sensual thoughts in my head.

The straddle of her boxershorts were stretched even tighter. Her plump vulva was peeking through the hem of her shorts. I could not tear my heart away from the flock of the wind of tan hide pressed out of the tightness.

I could not stay put mad at her. I knelt down beside her and pulled her to me. My endocrine were running wild. Her scent was so dulcet. The angelical olfactory perception of the shampoo in her haircloth made my body frisson. Her sobbing stopped suddenly.

She sniffed,"Daddy do you give birth a boner ?"Her words stopped my heart and soul.

I pushed back from her and landed with my nates on the floor. Sure enough there was a tent in my pant. I felt all the blood upsurge to my human face as I blushed in embarrassment. I was speechless and ashamed.

"papa ?"she pleaded.

"I am sorry, Kimberly. Some things a man can not control. This is why I don't like you dressing so provocative. If you have this impression on your father, just think of the force you would have on a vernal boy."

She continued to sniffle, and I handed her a tissue."Honestly pop, I didn't wear this to reverse you or anyone else on. I just wanted to experience loosen up today."

"But you were sneaky about it. You knew I would not O.K.. You thought you would get family and change without me knowing."

She nodded in accord.

I hugged her close again as she continued to get over her sobbing. For the sprightliness of me, I could not get my hard-on to go away. It had been almost eight calendar month since her mom had left, and another couple of months since her mom and I had sex. With all the goings on with the divorce, I had neglected to realize I needed female attention.

"pop ?"Kimberly's forefront pulled away from my chest.

I looked into her Brown eyes,"Yes ?"

"Can I see it ?"Her brown eye drifted to mine down to the prominence between my legs.

My first thought was to scold her, but I quickly decided that I had done sufficiency of that for one afternoon. Then my thoughts became run afoul. She was my daughter, but she was a woman. She was xviii and knew right from wrong, even though her request was so wrong.

"I do not mean that is a respectable idea, baby."

"Please Daddy ?"Her brown centre batted and she gave me the look she used every prison term she really wanted something. That look that I could not say no to.

I took a deep breathing time and sucked in my stomach while I unbuckled my bang. She rose up on her stifle with the like feeling she has on Christmas morn. I unzipped my pants and opened the fly. He leaned forward and helped me slip my bloomers down my buttocks.

While she was bent over, her beautiful breasts were on show down her tankful top. Although her bra kept them covered, her segmentation made another jolt of line of descent boot to my erected member and it jumped inside my Boxer Jockey shorts.

I rose to my knees and peeled my brief down over my erection. Kimberly gasped when my dick sprung up. Her hired hand covered her sass in surprise. This surprised me. I am not what one would call endowed. From what I have read and heard, I fit into the average range. However, my ex had always complimented my cinch.

We both were sitting on our knee in the middle of the kitchen. Her raiment in her slutty outfit, me in only my t-shirt with my trousers around my second joint. She finally got over her surprise and was examining my manhood.

"Does it suffer ? I mean with it being so hard ?"She was so ingenuous.

"scathe, yeah kinda, but I would not cry it bother, it is more like pressure."

She lowered her heading closer, again her tank top opened and gave me a view of her tanned breasts. I could feel her affectionate breathing place on my cutis. When she rose back up her mamilla were visibly heavy than before.

They must throw been causing her some discomfort because as she sat back on her heel, her hands squeezed both her breasts. A sweet scent hit my skunk, and I recognize the aroma of arousal. It was very similar to her mothers. She was as turned on as I was. My next movement would be the icebreaker. I had to calculate it carefully.

I knew she was my daughter, but at the state of rousing I was in, that was not an result for me. However, I did not know how she would react if I proceeded hastily. I did n't want to scare off her. I assumed she was a virgin, but after her action at law that day, I doubted how well I really knew her.

I sat and watched her. Her optic never left my rooster, nor did her hands leave her breasts. She continued to squeeze her ample bosoms. My putz was harder than I had ever remembered it being. The gentle wind from the roof fan caused it to jerk. I had to proceed. Either she would have the fling or refuse it. If she rejected, at to the lowest degree I could excuse myself and masturbate for some relief.

"Would you like to touch it ?"

She gave me no answer, but moved forward. Her small, tan finger's breadth immediately wrapped around my lance. Her thumb gently moved up and down the expectant vein on the underside of my shaft. She has definitely done this before, I thought.

She squeezed her finger's breadth around my tool. I reached and pulled the backbone of her tank top toward me and exposed her back. I could see the beau of her backside down the back of her underdrawers. She rose to assist me in removing her tank top. She freed one arm then swapped hands on my pecker to completely remove the fragile top.

She leaned down again. She was so close to the head of my turncock that her breath enveloped it. My finger fumbled with the clasps of her bra. I was shaking as if it was my first time. The back straps of the bra opened leaving her back completely bare. I ran my fingers up her prickle and she moaned.

As soon as her groan subsided, I felt the most amazing feeling. My cock entered her mouth. She only licked and sucked on my head, but the look was indescribable. My hired man rubbed up and down the gentle skin of her sides, with my fingers gently grazing the soft, overweight sides of her breast. With every stroke of her titty I made, Kimberly took more of me into her mouthpiece.

She was not an expert, her tooth grazed over my spiritualist head, but she was effective enough to cave in me an enormous smell of erotica. My hired man moved down and cupped her knocker. As I slipped her nipples between my middle and index, she moaned and took more of me in her mouth. The tip of my cock felt her throat contract as she took more than she could manage.

My lump were aching. It had been a long meter since I had been so kindle. I knew I was n't going to hold out much recollective. I felt the impulse to shove my cock deep into her lip, but I withheld. I did n't require this to be a bad experience. Her delicate hand cupped and gently squeezed my Lucille Ball. That pushed me to the breaker point of no take.

"child, Daddy is about to cum. You may want to move,"I said breathlessly.

She slipped my pecker out of her oral cavity but her handwriting moved into its office and stroked me. She looked up at me and smiled as the first rush of cum made a beeline toward its exit. I groaned loudly as the first off undulation of my orgasm hit. My toes curled as the first shot of cum shot from my putz onto the kitchen flooring. I became light headed as my cock continued to spew wave after wave of wooden-headed cream.

Kimberly was a state trooper. She continued to stroke me until every endure dip was on the floor. Then she giggled and licked her fingers.

My peter began to deflate as she watched. My whole body tingled. I did n't acknowledge what to do next as I looked at my daughter, topless, sitting back on her heels. I knew I wanted more, but in my euforia, I was too weak to move.

"I made a mess, huh Daddy ?"She giggled.

"We made a sight, baby."

She stood, still braless and walked to the cabinets and pulled out a knockout material. She knelt down in front of me and wiped my cum from the level. The whole time all I could not keep on my eyes off of her tanned breasts swaying with her movement.

When she was done, she got back up and carried the cloth to the laundry room. By the prison term she had returned, I had regained enough intensity level to stand. When she walked in, I was pulling my boxer briefs back up. She walked over and wrapped her arms around my cervix.

"It is amazing how it can be so humble, but grow so big."

"Yeah, it is a true freak of nature."

"I have a confession to make, Daddy,"she said as she bowed her head as if she was embarrassed."I did n't wear those dress to shoal. I knew you were home. I called the office and they said you had left. I stopped and changed at the supermarket. I wanted to see if you what you thought of my body, but never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be so amazing."

"I forgive you Kimberly. It was amazing, but there is so much to a greater extent that we could do, but only if and when you are ready."

"I know dad, and I want to experience it all with you. I want to be the woman for you that mom couldnt be."

She raised her head and kissed me. Her silky lingua slipped into my mouth as I pulled her closer. Her firm breasts pressed into my chest. I knew this was only the root and my rooster began to react to the titillating candy kiss. I knew there would be more, but I was going to let her lead the lead-in.

She broke the candy kiss and smiled."I was about to fix something to eat. Are you thirsty ?"

"Yeah, I have worked up quite an appetite,"I replied.

"Do you mind if I stay topless ? I hate wearing a bra."

"Anything you want babe. ”