Daddy laughed and said, “Well, I don’t know if there’s all that much to say, Megan. Your Mother and I dated for a year, we lived together for two more years and then we got married after your mother got pregnant.” Daddy grinned at me and added, “Pregnant with you.” He stared out the window for a minute and then continued. “Your mother was the horniest thing when she was pregnant. We were wild lovers before that, but when she was carrying you and later pregnant with your sister and your brother, your Mom was like a rabbit. She about wore me out!”
It was my turn to blush. I hadn’t been prepared for Daddy to be so forthright. I wondered if he was just unconsciously responding to my seductive flirting or if it was something more he had seemed so serious and maybe lonely when I saw him walking out of the airport terminal. All I could of to say in reply was, “Wow!” The rest of the drive home was mostly silence as I tried to decide how to proceed.
I helped Daddy carry his bags upstairs to his bedroom. He stood there and looked around the empty room. He had an odd look on his face and he sniffed the air two or three times. I felt my face burning as I wondered if he could smell the aroma of sex. In the seven days since he’d been gone, most of Mom’s Danny’s and my waking hours had been spent in one or another’s bedroom, fucking like there was no tomorrow. We’d aired out the rooms, but still… maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I could sense a hint of semen and cunt cream in the air.
“Daddy, I know you’re bushed. Why don’t you unpack while I run you a hot bath? You can take a long soak while I take care of dinner.”
“That sounds nice, Megan,” Daddy replied. He turned and regarded me, openly staring at his daughter.
I decided to remind him of how much of a woman I had become and hugged him again, taking a long time to unwind my arms from around his neck after grinding myself against him. “I’m so glad you’re home, Daddy,” I whispered in his ear. “I love you.”
Daddy sighed as he didn’t shy away from my body pressing against his. “I love you too, Megan.” He watched me walk to the door where I turned back and smiled at him. He shook his head with a smile and said softly, “So much like your mother.” I shivered just a little as I realized that there was more in Daddy’s gaze than a father’s fond look.
By the time my father was unpacked, I had him a nice bubble bath ran. My parents’ bathroom sported a huge stand alone claw footed tub, big enough for two grownups and I was tempted to just be waiting for him, naked and wet in the tub, but resisted the urge. I was determined to seduce Daddy fast, but everything in its own time, right?
I told Daddy that his bath was ready and to climb in and I’d go make him a drink. When I got back with a double Scotch, no ice, Daddy was in the tub, making little contented noises. I handed Daddy his drink, wishing I could see more through the bubbles and wondering what his cock looked like. Mom had said that it was nowhere near the size of Danny’s, but I didn’t care. In my youthful escapades, I have discovered that every cock has its own charms.
Daddy took a sip and sighed, “Just what the doctor ordered, Megan. I needed this. I am so tense.” He sat the drink on the edge of the tub and sank a couple of inches lower into the water.
On impulse, I dropped my hands down to Daddy’s shoulders and gave them a squeeze. He started a little, but didn’t move away or say anything. “God, Daddy, you are tense!” I said. “Your muscles are all knotted up. Here let me help.” I went down on my knees and I began to massage Daddy’s shoulders and while I expected a protest, all Daddy did was sigh. His muscles were tight, but I worked at them hard. I made myself a little wetter between my legs by pretending I was some massage parlor whore giving Daddy a businessman’s special.
Daddy groaned and softly said, “Your hands feel sooo good, honey!” I kneaded his shoulders for several minutes, pleased that I was making Daddy feel good. Before I thought about it, my hands wandered down to his chest and I rubbed his pectorals, my palms gliding across his small, hard nipples nestled in a tangle of wet chest hair. Daddy groaned happily, “That feels soo good, baby.” Daddy stiffened then, and sat up quickly, sloshing water over the rim of the tub as he realized what he had said. “Um you said something about dinner, Megan? I’m starved.”
I sighed, wondering where we might have taken this particular moment. Score one blocked pass to Daddy. Still, I had cards to play. “Right, Daddy. Give me thirty minutes.” I stood up, suddenly realizing that Daddy’s movement had splashed the front of my dress with water. I grinned to myself and walked around the tub, making my way to the bathroom door. I turned and showed off my wet front to Daddy. Daddy’s eyes went wide as he stared at my chest. The water had turned the material all but transparent, my breasts and nipples clearly visible. “You made me wet, Daddy,” I purred as I ran my hands over my front. “Shame on you, you naughty Daddy!” I said in the same little girl voice I would use to get him to buy me an ice cream cone or a candy bar. Before he could reply, I fled the room, giggling as I went.
I quickly changed, opting for that naughty Daisy Duke ensemble I had earlier teased Danny with. The tight blue jean shorts felt good digging into my ass cheeks and hugging my aching, sodden pussy tightly. I quickly took care of dinner. I admit I’m a terrible cook, so I ordered us some Chinese takeout and it was delivered promptly.
I called Daddy down to dinner, enjoying his goggle-eyed stares at my sluttish outfit as he descended the stairs. He was wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt and despite his middle-aged paunch, looked very handsome. I took his arm, allowing my breast, already overflowing the halter top to brush against his arm as I walked us into the dining room.
I had laid out two place settings at the dinner table and had lit some candles to give us some atmosphere. I poured us some wine and we sat down to eat. Daddy loves Chinese food and he went at it with gusto. When he slowed down, we began to chat, discussing my going to school out west and how my sister was doing in the air force.
Finally, I took a sip of wine and decided to make a move. “Daddy, can I ask you a question?”
Daddy smiled at me and replied, “Sure, Megan, ask away.”
I leaned forward, emphasizing my cleavage and said, “You know, you were talking about you and Mom being wild lovers. I can remember that. When I was little, I don’t know how many times I woke up in the middle of the night hearing you making Mom scream. I wasn’t scared, because Mom told me that’s how Mommies and Daddies make babies and show each other how much they loved each other.”
Dad blanched. “Megan, I don’t think we should be talking like this.”
I shook my head. “No, its important, Daddy. I I mean, you two don’t fuck like you used to. I don’t remember the last time I heard you fuck Mom to an orgasm. Don’t you love each other anymore?”
Dad almost spilled his wine as he grabbed the glass and drained it. “Megan, this is none of your business.”
“But it is, Daddy. You guys are my parents and if something’s wrong, me and Danny and Karen have a right to know. Don’t you find Mom sexy anymore?”
“Of course I do! I love your mom it’s just I don’t want to talk about it.”