As dad and I drove home he asked me what I thought. I told him she seemed nice and that I liked her. Both were true, even though I didn’t like that I liked her.
Then I said,”I didn’t remember how gorgeous she was.”
Dad said he thought I was beautiful too.
“Dad, the whole restaurant did not turn and look at me when I walked in.”
“Well,” he said. “I see you all the time, and every time I see you I am amazed by how pretty you are. When I don’t see you for a while, and you come home, I am always, again, struck by your beauty.”
That made me feel good, but in a way I didn’t remember dad telling me I was pretty, made me feel before. I felt more like I was being compared, woman to woman, with Laurel. I liked that. .
Laurel came over. Dad opened some wine. Eventually I began to feel like a 3rd wheel and I decided to go to bed. I kissed dad goodnight and hugged him. I extended it a bit by telling him how happy I was to be home. I hung on him a little longer than usual and a bit closer. I felt like I was reminding Laurel he was still mine. I said goodnight to Laurel and headed to my room.
As I undressed, I heard them go outside on the deck. My bedroom and dad’s bedroom had sliding glass doors leading to the deck and facing the lake. They were pretty close to my door. My curtains were closed but the door was slightly open to let the fresh air in through the screen. .
“That went well,” dad said.
“Pretty good,” said Laurel, “but your little girl is not entirely happy to share you.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“A woman can tell. She feels a bit like I’m cutting into her territory. You’ve been her man for a long time. Now she sees me as a bit of a rival.”
“Don’t be silly,” dad said. “She’s my daughter.”
“She’s still a woman,” Laurel responded. “A beautiful one at that. Maybe I should be jealous?” She laughed.
“She is beautiful,” said my dad. “When I haven’t seen her for a while, and she comes home, I am always struck by how beautiful she is and wondering how such a beauty came out of me,” he laughed.
“Well, you’re pretty sexy yourself,” she replied, “and I guess I should be flattered that such a gorgeous, sexy thing still can think of me as competition. The good thing is I know you’re enough man to handle both of us.”
That made me feel kind of weird. I liked that fact they both thought I was beautiful, and, Laurel said I was sexy. But that last line, ‘handle both of us’ made me feel weird. I was tingly excited by it, and embarrassed by the fact I was feeling tingly excited by it.
“Well, I like handling you,” dad said playfully.
“Anytime,” purred Laurel.
They stopped talking.
I couldn’t help myself. I looked out my window. If I stood just the right way I could see them on the deck in the moonlight. They were kissing. My stomach knotted up but also fluttered. I felt a little voyeuristic. Sexy voyeuristic.
I saw Laurel straddle my dad. She undid the ties of her dress and fell open. Laurel had amazing breasts. Her nipples were hard in the cool night air. She lowered them to my dad’s lips. She threw her head back and moaned as he sucked on them.
I knew I should stop watching but something made me stay where I was.
Laurel slid off the deck chair onto her knees and she undid my dad’s pants. She pulled out his cock and wrapped her hand around it and started stroking it. I watched it get hard. It looked big in her hands.
Then, she glanced at my window. I reflexively stepped back. I was pretty sure she couldn’t see me, but her looking up startled me.
She looked down at dad’s cock and, with a small smile, lowered her mouth onto it.
I had never seen, nor given, a blowjob before. I stood and watched. It looked like she knew what she was doing. Her hand slowly worked its way up and down the shaft as she bobbed her head on the tip and a bit more. My dad put one hand on the back of her head. It looked like he grabbed her hair and was helping her move her head on his cock.
I was feeling jealous. I was feeling dirty and guilty for watching. I was also getting horny. I didn’t masturbate a lot, but this was turning me on. As I was undressing earlier I had taken off my jeans and shirt. I had been watching them in just my bra and panties. Now I slipped my hand into my panties and started playing with myself.
My fingers found my clit, they slid into my pussy. I was dripping wet. I put a hand on the wall to steady myself.
Every time Laurel pulled her head back I could see more of dad’s cock. I found myself waiting for those moments where she’d pull it out of her mouth completely so I could see his entire cock.
Then she pulled her mouth off him and looked straight at my window. I was still pretty sure she couldn’t see me, but it felt weird having her looking my way, holding dad’s hard cock in her hand.
She smiled. This time at my window, and then started sucking his cock again. I kept playing with my pussy.
All of a sudden dad tensed up. Laurel stopped moving but kept her lips around dad’s cock. After a few minutes she pulled her mouth away. I could see his cock was softening. She must have swallowed all his cum. With that thought I closed my eyes and came on my fingers.
She lay next to dad on the deck chair. I saw dad try to pull her panties off. She stopped him, kissed him lightly on the lips, and stood up.
“Next time stud,” she said. “I better be going. I have to work tomorrow.”
Dad stood up with her. He kissed her. I didn’t like him kissing her. As they walked around the deck to her car she took one more look at my window. I was beginning to worry that she had seen me.
Normally I sleep in a long T shirt and panties. Usually one of my dad’s old ones. I took off my bra and threw a T on. I started to get into bed but realized my panties were wet. I took them off too and climbed into bed.
I felt wrapped in dad’s shirt. My mind wandered to the scene I’d just watched. My hand slid to my pussy again. I drifted off to sleep with my fingers against my clit.
I woke up the next morning and heard dad making breakfast. Dad typically worked from home, so we had plenty of time together. I stood up and looked in the mirror. Normally I would have just headed out to breakfast.
Instead I brushed out my hair and changed. I chose a cute small pair of boy short panties and a T shirt that hung about 2″ below my ass. It was one of my Ts so it followed my curves rather than hung loosely on me. My breasts pushed against the material.
Satisfied with my looks I went out to breakfast. Dad looked at me and smiled.
“”Well there’s my pretty little girl,” he said.
I walked up to him, hugged him, and said I was glad to be home. As I put my arms around his shoulders I could feel my shirt pull up over my ass. If he was behind me he would have seen my panty covered ass. The thought made me tingle.
I looked up at his face. He put his hands on my hips. I think he was shocked to encounter bare skin. He looked confused as to what to do. He just let them rest loosely where they were. I just put my head against his chest.
“Everything is so changed,” I said. “It’s weird coming home. The only thing the same is you.”
“Everything changes as we get older. The one thing that will never change is that you are my girl and I love you more than anything in this world,” he said.
I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on his cheek. I kissed him almost on his lips. I’d never done that before and I knew I was doing it on purpose. As I stretched to kiss him my hips moved in his hands. I knew they brushed the top of my panties. It excited me. Shocked him. He moved his hands higher. Squeezed me tight then let me go.
I turned to go sit at the table. I hadn’t planned it, but because my shirt was fitted it did not fall back into place. My little boy shorts were not a thong, but they covered less than a bathing suit. I was exposing more of my ass than my dad had seen since I was a baby.
I reached up and tugged my shirt into place. I glanced back at him.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied.
We sat down to eat. We talked about school, work, Laurel. He asked what I was going to do. I told him I had friends I was going out with that night. I asked if he was going to see Laurel.
He told me they’d been seeing each other almost every day so that if I was going out she might come over.
I took his hand. “Dad, I’m 18. I know what grownups do. Does Laurel stay here often when I’m at school?” I asked.
“More often than not,” he replied. He was very self conscious about it.
“It’s OK dad,” she can stay over.”
I know I meant it, but as I said it, I also regretted it.
“Are you sure,” he asked.
I stood up from the table. As I did I realized my shirt had pulled up again. My panties were completely exposed. Dad was looking at me. I think he was trying not to, but didn’t know anywhere else to look.
I bent over and kissed him very close to his ear. “I’m sure daddy,” I said. “I only want to make you happy.”