Daddy started to scoot his chair back, but I was out of mine first and was in front of him before he finished standing up. I grabbed him by both wrists and looked him in the eye. “Please, Daddy. Let me help. Talk to me!” I pressed my argument by simply pressing myself against Daddy’s chest. My breasts pillowed out against his chest and I hugged him. “Please, Daddy. I love you and I just want to help you.”
We stood silently for a long minute. Daddy’s arms went tight around me and I was sure I felt a throb against my thigh. “I love you too, Megan,” Daddy whispered. “But there’s nothing you can do for me. Honey, your Dad just got old.” As if admitting it made it so, Daddy let me go and slumped back into his chair. He looked so sad, that I felt guilty for my naughty plans, but I realized I could help him and Mom.
I knelt down in front of him, well aware I was giving him a bird’s eye view of my breasts. “Tell me, Daddy. What do you mean?”
Daddy breathed heavy, staring at me. I was wondering what was wrong. I rested my chin on his right knee, putting me at eye level with his crotch. I expected to see more evidence that I was getting through to him, but there was nothing. “Daddy?”
Daddy took a deep sigh and then said, “I love your mother, Megan. I know she’s gone way beyond reason to excite me. She set up that romantic weekend when we visited you in the spring. She has tried to make herself more attractive to me Lord, you don’t know…” His voice trailed off and I knew what Daddy was thinking of.
“You mean like when she shaved her pussy for you?”
Daddy’s jaw dropped in surprise. “You know about that?”
I nodded vigorously. “Yes, Mom told me. Didn’t Mom’s bald pussy turn you on?”
Dad groaned and rocked back and forth. “Oh God, yes! But I couldn’t get it I’m impotent.” A sob broke loose from his chest and I almost cried for my father. “I’ve been to the doctor. I’ve got bottles of Viagra and other things in my medicine cabinet. It works for a moment, but my mind wanders. I worry about work and things and getting old and losing your mother. Then things things just stop working.” Daddy fell silent again, looking like his life was over.
I stood up and said, “It’s okay, Daddy. I think I can help you.”
My father looked up at me and sighed. “How?”
“Do you trust me, Daddy?”
Daddy looked confused. “Of course I do, honey, but how…?”
I pulled Daddy to his feet. “Daddy, I want you to go and take one of those little blue pills right now.” I handed him my glass of wine, still half full. “Go into the living room and wait for me. Make yourself comfortable.”
Daddy looked at me with fear and confusion. “One of my pills? Oh, Megan, there is no way you and I NO!” He pushed away from me, his hand falling on my mostly exposed breast.
I clasped my hand tightly against Dad’s, holding it to my tit. “Do what I say, Daddy. Do it for me. Do it for Mom. Do it for yourself.” I leaned in and kissed him, catching him off guard. He kept his lips clamped and I had to be satisfied with rolling my tongue over his closed lips. “I love you, Daddy. Let me help,” I implored him. “Go take your pill, Daddy and go to the living room. I’ll be back down in a little while.”
I kissed Daddy again. His resolve was weakening a little. I kissed him and he kissed me back, mouth still closed and I felt his hand tighten on my breast. “Do it for me, Daddy.” I whispered and pulled away from him. I could feel cool air on my nipple and realized without looking down that my right tit had spilled out of the halter top. I did not try and fix it. I walked backwards away from Daddy, letting him see my breast. “Do what I ask, Daddy. You won’t be sorry,” I whispered.
I turned and hurried upstairs. I squirmed out of my shorts, amazed at how wet the almost worn out crotch was with my juices. I jumped in the shower for a quick freshening up. I found myself getting really excited. I had imagined simply teasing Dad until he was ready to rape me, but all of a sudden, I found myself more excited by the prospect of being the one to revive my father’s libido. And you know, it never occurred to me that I couldn’t do it!
Twenty minutes later I was easing my way back down stairs, now dressed in the very negligee that Mom and I had joked about a week or so before. Not transparent, but very revealing. I paused at the living room door, wondering what I would do if Daddy wasn’t there. I hadn’t heard the station wagon start up, but he still could have fled the house. I took a deep breath and stepped into the living room.
And there my Daddy sat. He was in his favorite overstuffed leather chair, a drink in his hand. I had to smile. Daddy looked like a kid about to embark on his first date. “Daddy? Are you ready for me, Daddy?” I said softly as I entered. I stopped about five feet in front of Daddy. I wanted him to have a good look at his little girl, now all grown up.
Daddy’s eyes roamed over my scantily clad body. The plunging neckline put most of my breasts on display, my hard nipples outlined clearly as they pressed against the silky material and the short hem barely covered my crotch. “What do you think, Daddy? Do you think I’m pretty?”