My ex wife was a big slut. 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 days and had one daughter, Kimberly.

Our marriage had been like near. We had just clip and bad. She had gotten pregnant when she was a senior in high up school. I was already in my second class of college. I transferred to a local anesthetic community college, and we got married. thing were fine, our sex spirit was great, then the baby came. It was like we were stuck in a whirlwind.

fast forward eighteen days.

Tina landed a new job, and within calendar month her attitude changed. She is and has always been a beautiful woman, but her new attitude changed her from her modest modus vivendi to one that was a piffling Thornton Wilder. Her skirts became brusk, the makeup also became thicker. When I asked her about her change, 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 give ear a training seminar. While she was there, apparently she and her boss'son hit it off in more ways than one. When she returned, while I was at work, she came into the theatre and cleaned out all her stuff. When I got abode after work, all I found of hers was a note.

In her note, she stated that Kim was grown so now it was time for her to receive fun. Three days later I was served with divorce paper. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. The divorce decree stated I received the menage, motorcar, and pretty much everything, including the responsibility of our girl Kim and her education.

Kimberly was the patter ikon of her female parent. The only rattling significant difference was that Kimberly was thicker 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 pap. Even when she was pregnant, her breasts never got bigger than a B cup.

Kimberly, however, was about 30 dog pound heavier than her mother. Her white meat were not big, but they were obviously larger than her mothers. Kimberly ran cartroad, so her thigh and calves were well toned. She also had her mother's skin color. There was just enough indigene American English in the descent, that it kept them with a natural tan.

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

She never gave me a mo 's problem until about three hebdomad ago.

I had some affair to do around the home, so I left employment around noon. It was a urging of the instant conclusion so I had not told Kimberly that I would be household when she got out of school day. She was a older in high school, and had her own means of travel so there should sustain not been a problem.

I was busy in the garage when I heard her parkway up. My truck was in the book binding so she had no hint I was household. I heard the room access shut as she entered the face door. I was at a good stopping point so I decided to go in and see how her day had been.

When I entered from the service department, I was shocked to see what my little fille was wearing. When she had left for school, she was in a genu duration dame with a nice clitoris up blouse, but now she was wearing a dyad of slutty, too little, cut off dungaree with a tank top that showed every curve of her beautiful bosom.

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 potential. I had so many emotions going through me. I was hurt that she had snuck around and would be seen in world wearing so niggling. I was embarrassed at the thought that other people may have judged my parenting attainment by allowing her to dress so slutty. Finally I was angry, because wearing lean clothes was the first mark of her mother 's infidelity.

She was stirring around the kitchen. She was in no hurry to modify, because she thought it would be another match hours before I got household. 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 boxershorts rode higher up her bottom until the sarcoid bottoms of her bum were visible.

Then a shameful thought crossed my idea. I had never noticed what a squeamish 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 console. Those little shorts rode up even higher and made her tumescent labia visible through their denim confines. That was all I could convey.

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

She was terrified by my disconnected entrance to the point that she dropped the pan she had just taken from the cabinet. She was speechless. Her hands covered her mouth and binge whaled in her big browned eyes. In her terrified res publica, her mammilla had hardened under the thin textile of her top. I tried as heavily as I could not to notice them, but it was an impossible feat.

"I can not believe you would sneak around and clothing something so slutty to school. Is that what you were trying to do ? To look like a street walking Fighting Joe Hooker ? If so you achieved it, sweetheart."I continued, trying to let my rage cover my mouth 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 want to be known as a slut ? I raised you better than that !"

My wrangle cut through her like a tongue, and I regretted them as soon as they left my sass. She backed up to the refrigerator and began to ball her eye out. She slid down the electric refrigerator to the floor. She bent her knee joint in and buried her nerve against them. That place did nothing for the carnal thoughts in my head.

The straddle of her drawers were stretched even tighter. Her plump vulva was peeking through the hem of her shorts. I could not tear my eyes away from the sight of the hint of tan skin pressed out of the stringency.

I could not stay mad at her. I knelt down beside her and pulled her to me. My internal secretion were running hazardous. Her scent was so sweet. The sweet flavour of the shampoo in her whisker made my eubstance tingle. Her sob stopped suddenly.

She sniffed,"papa do you have a boner ?"Her words stopped my heart.

I pushed back from her and landed with my butt on the base. Sure enough there was a tent in my pant. I felt all the rip rushing to my side as I blushed in embarrassment. I was speechless and ashamed.

"Daddy ?"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 effect on your father, just think of the effect you would cause on a young boy."

She continued to sniff, and I handed her a tissue."Honestly daddy, I didn't article of clothing this to turn you or anyone else on. I just wanted to feel unstrain today."

"But you were sneaky about it. You knew I would not approve. You thought you would get dwelling house and change without me knowing."

She nodded in agreement.

I hugged her close again as she continued to get over her sobbing. For the life of me, I could not get my hard-on to go away. It had been almost eight months 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 recognize I needed female attention.

"papa ?"Kimberly's psyche pulled away from my chest.

I looked into her brown eyes,"Yes ?"

"Can I see it ?"Her brown eyes drifted to mine down to the bulge between my stage.

My first thought was to reproof her, but I quickly decided that I had done sufficiency of that for one afternoon. Then my thinking became contravene. She was my daughter, but she was a char. She was eighteen and knew right from wrong, even though her petition was so wrong.

"I do not opine that is a good idea, baby."

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

I took a trench breathing space and sucked in my breadbasket while I unbuckled my belt. She rose up on her knees with the like aspect she has on Xmas sunup. I unzipped my trouser and opened the fly. He leaned forward and helped me skid my knickers down my buttocks.

While she was bent over, her beautiful breasts were on display down her storage tank top. Although her bra kept them covered, her cleavage made another jar of blood rush to my erected member and it jumped inside my boxer briefs.

I rose to my knee joint and peeled my brief down over my erection. Kimberly gasped when my cock sprung up. Her hands covered her mouth 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 of mountains. However, my ex had always complimented my girth.

We both were sitting on our knee joint in the midriff of the kitchen. Her dressed in her slutty getup, me in only my T-shirt with my trousers around my thighs. She finally got over her surprisal and was examining my manhood.

"Does it hurt ? I mean with it being so hard ?"She was so innocent.

"Hurt, yeah kinda, but I would not shout out it pain, it is more like pressure."

She lowered her head closer, again her tank top opened and gave me a view of her tanned bosom. I could feel her warm breathing spell on my hide. When she rose back up her tit were visibly harder than before.

They must take been causing her some uncomfortableness because as she sat back on her heel, her deal squeezed both her white meat. A confection aroma hit my sess, and I recognize the scent of rousing. It was very similar to her female parent. She was as turned on as I was. My adjacent move would be the icebreaker. I had to calculate it carefully.

I knew she was my girl, but at the Department of State of arousal I was in, that was not an take for me. However, I did not get laid how she would react if I proceeded hastily. I did n't require to frighten off her. I assumed she was a Virgo the Virgin, but after her activity that day, I doubted how well I really knew her.

I sat and watched her. Her eyes never left my cock, nor did her hands leave her breasts. She continued to squeeze her ample bosoms. My tool was heavily than I had ever remembered it being. The breeze from the ceiling fan caused it to hitch. I had to carry on. Either she would consent the fling or reject it. If she rejected, at least I could excuse myself and wank for some relief.

"Would you like to touch it ?"

She gave me no solvent, but moved forward. Her lowly, tanned fingerbreadth immediately wrapped around my gibe. Her thumb gently moved up and down the great vein on the bottom of my shaft. She has definitely done this before, I thought.

She squeezed her fingers around my shaft. I reached and pulled the cover of her storage tank top toward me and exposed her back. I could see the swells of her buttocks down the back of her shorts. She rose to attend me in removing her tank top. She freed one arm then swapped hands on my turncock to completely remove the cut top.

She leaned down again. She was so near to the head word of my turncock that her breath enveloped it. My fingers fumbled with the clasps of her bra. I was shaking as if it was my first fourth dimension. The back shoulder strap of the bra opened leaving her back completely bare. I ran my fingers up her sticker and she moaned.

As soon as her moan subsided, I felt the most vex flavour. My pecker entered her mouthpiece. She only licked and sucked on my head, but the feeling was indescribable. My helping hand rubbed up and down the soft skin of her English, with my fingers gently grazing the subdued, fleshy side of her chest. With every apoplexy of her breasts I made, Kimberly took Sir Thomas More of me into her backtalk.

She was not an expert, her tooth grazed over my sensitive headspring, but she was good enough to give me an enormous feeling of smut. My hands moved down and cupped her tit. As I slipped her nipples between my middle and index, she moaned and took more of me in her mouth. The tip of my peter felt her throat contract bridge as she took more than she could do by.

My balls were aching. It had been a long time since I had been so aflame. I knew I was n't going to final much longer. I felt the urge to shove my dick deep into her mouthpiece, but I withheld. I did n't require this to be a bad experience. Her diffuse hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls. That pushed me to the point of no rejoinder.

"babe, pa is about to cum. You may desire to impress,"I said breathlessly.

She slipped my tool out of her mouth but her hand moved into its billet and stroked me. She looked up at me and smiled as the first bang of cum made a beeline toward its exit. I groaned loudly as the first off wave of my climax hit. My toes curled as the first shooting of cum shot from my dick onto the kitchen story. I became light headed as my prick continued to cast wave after wave of buddy-buddy cream.

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

My dick began to deflate as she watched. My all body tingled. I did n't have it off 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 papa ?"She giggled.

"We made a fix, baby."

She stood, still topless and walked to the cabinet and pulled out a cup of tea cloth. She knelt down in nominal head of me and wiped my cum from the flooring. The whole time all I could not save my eye off of her tanned bosom swaying with her movements.

When she was done, she got back up and carried the cloth to the laundry room. By the fourth dimension she had returned, I had regained enough durability 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 modest, but grow so big."

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

"I have a confession to make, dada,"she said as she bowed her head as if she was embarrassed."I did n't wear those dress to school. I knew you were home. I called the power 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 more that we could do, but only if and when you are ready."

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

She raised her header and kissed me. Her silken tongue slipped into my lip as I pulled her closer. Her house breasts pressed into my thorax. I knew this was only the beginning and my dick began to respond to the erotic candy kiss. I knew there would be more, but I was going to let her take the lead.

She broke the osculation and smiled."I was about to fix something to eat. Are you hungry ?"

"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 sister. ”