The Summer of His Life

Even though she was against it, her father was paying for her off-campus apartment even during the summer months, so she saw no reason why she had to come home in the first place. She had been so out of touch with her own daughter over the past couple of years that she still didn't know how to talk to her without fighting and she was more than happy when she got accepted to an out of state college, it meant she wouldn't be hanging out around the house so much. But now that summer was here, she had to deal with her daughter and her friends coming over to mess up the house and take advantage of the pool.

"I was done eating anyway," Hannah retorted as she picked up her bowl and padded into the kitchen to put it in the dishwasher. She retrieved her phone from the table and glared at her mother as she walked out of the kitchen, she had forgotten how much of a bitch she could really be. She leaned her shoulder against the wall, pretending to be looking at her phone, instead watching from the security of the staircase as her mother left the house with her purse and keys in her hand but not her bag that held her racket or a change of clothes for that matter. She huffed. She doubted that her mother even played tennis. Let her go hang out with her snotty friends, at least she wouldn't be bothering her for the rest of the day. She was probably having an affair with some young stud at the country club.

She turned on her heel and marched up the stairs, practically slamming her bedroom door shut behind her and throwing herself down on her bed. She had been so ecstatic when she got accepted to an out of state college, more so because of her mother. She'd never had a good relationship with her, she had always been daddy's little girl, getting whatever she wanted from him with a bat of her eyelashes and her mother hated her for it.

She could never really even remember her mother showing any affection towards her when she had been growing up, her father was always the one that tucked her into bed and kissed her goodnight. She had always felt that her mother resented her presence in the house, she took all of her father's attention away from her, and now that she was home again, she felt it even more. And now they were once again right back where they had started all those years ago, hating each other.

She should have just stayed on the other side of the country because this was going to end up being the worst summer of her life.

When she was certain her mother had left, Hannah slid off of her bed and pushed her wild hair out of her eyes as she slowly walked down the hall to the bathroom. She reached out and wrapped her hand around the doorknob, pushing the door open and coming face to towel covered face with her buck ass naked father–she didn't even know he was back from his morning run–who just happened to be standing in the middle ofherbathroom drying his hair. She knew she should leave, pull the door shut behind her and run back to her room but she couldn't help but stand there and stare at her own father.

She'd seen a naked man before, she lost her virginity to her high school boyfriend when she was seventeen, and she'd been having an on-again-off-again relationship with a guy in her English Lit class but neither of those boys had a physique like her father. He didn't have the defined muscles that all the gym rats strived to have, his toned muscles were developed from running and swimming, and as her gaze drifted down his chest and flat abdomen to his groin, she sucked in her breath.

She never expected him, her father of all people...had never seen one quite...she just stood there, awe struck. His long, thick cock was dangling between his strong legs, his smooth testicles heavy and both slightly swaying as he vigorously dried his hair with the towel. She knew she should at least advert her eyes but she felt a sudden ache in the pit of her stomach and a tiny cry escaped her when her father moved the towel down to start drying his chest.

Jeremy heard a soft, feminine cry and he casually lowered the towel to his chest, drying the beads of water from his skin as he looked at his daughter standing there in the doorway, her hand wrapped around the doorknob and her gaze fixated on his groin. He half expected her to run, hewasstanding in front of her completely naked, but she wasn't budging an inch so he made no move to cover himself up, after all she had walked in on him. She had yet to get dressed, she was still wearing that tight little T-shirt and panties and he watched insolently as her nipples started to harden. "My shower is broken. Is there something you need?"

Hannah couldn't take her eyes off of her father's cock. Neither one of her boyfriend's had a cock that wasthatthick orthatlong. Her father had to be at least seven or eight inches in length and thick, God he was thick, so thick that... She felt her breasts swell and her nipples harden, pressing against the soft cotton of her T-shirt and a sudden wetness emanate between her thighs. Her heart slammed hard into her ribcage and she nervously licked her lips. This was her father standing before her, for Christ's sake. She shouldn't be staring at him, staring at his naked, perfect body glistening with beads of water and smelling all fresh and clean from his shower. "I... I just– I... I was–" Hannah stammered, unable to find the right words and forgetting why she had even come into the room in the first place.

Jeremy couldn't help but notice his own daughter staring at him and he tossed the towel aside as his eyes followed hers down to his groin. He had no power over his own body's natural instincts and he knew he should wrap the towel around his waist and obstruct her view but he rather loved that his cock was being noticed by another woman even if it was his daughter. He was unable to control his own cock as it started to harden before her very eyes, twitching slightly.

There was no way he could now deny the fact that she was the one that had gotten his cock hard, his wife had failed to for the past year, and as his gaze traveled over her body, there was no denying that he had the same effect on her. Her small breasts were swollen, her nipples hard and straining against the soft cotton stretched over them and as his hot gaze drifted lower he could clearly see her own arousal soaking into the front of her cotton panties, the striped material adhering to her swollen labia. With the way she was staring at his cock, he had to wonder when the last time was she had gotten fucked. "Or maybe you had something else in mind," Jeremy said, intentionally reaching down and wrapping his hand around his thick cock, stroking it before her eyes, watching the expression on her beautiful face as his cock started to throb and harden even more, grow even thicker.

"Daddy," Hannah croaked, her voice catching in her throat. Her heart was pounding in her chest like a jackhammer and she was unable to move, let alone breathe, all she could do was watch him stroke his glorious cock. Her boyfriends had been just that, boys, but her father was a man, a man that she shouldn't be having wicked thoughts about. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly let it slid back out, her eyes glued to his rapidly thickening cock that she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have in her mouth, in her aching pussy. But he was her father. "We can't..."

The last time she had called him Daddy was when she had given him a hug and a kiss on the cheek at the airport before she flew off to the east coast to spread her wings and start college. His parental instincts caught onto the sheer panic in her voice and he released his hold on his half-erect cock and grabbed the towel on the counter, wrapping it around his hips and tucking the end of the towel in tight. His cock was throbbing but Hannah was his daughter and as much as he wanted to fuck her, she had to be a willing participant and a scared little girl was the last thing he wanted her to be.

"Figures. Your mother sure as hell isn't fuckin'meanymore. Why would you be any different?" He stepped closer to her and reached out to take hold of her chin and tip her head up, looking down into her pale blue eyes. "Some of the most fun comes from doing things you shouldn't be doing and you sure as hell shouldn't be making my cock hard. Just remember, Hannah, I'm a man first, your father second, so quit parading around the damn house in your fuckin' underwear or you're going to get my cock shoved so far up that pussy that–" He saw her eyes widen and he swore under his breath. He shouldn't be so damn hard on her but she had to realize that her body aroused him more than it should and he wouldn't be held responsible for his own actions. "Just keep yourself covered the best you can when I'm home."

Hannah felt her heart skip a beat at her father's blatant confession that he wanted to fuck her and she sank back against the door as her father brushed past her. She had no intention of arousing her father but like he had said, he was a man first and what a mighty fine man he was. And his cock! She'd never seen a cock that big before other than in the porn videos she would watch late at night on her laptop. She pressed her shoulders back against the door and slowly slid her hand down her abdomen, her fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties, and watched as he strode down the hall to the master bedroom, her eyes glued to the sculpted muscles of his back.

She sucked in her breath when her fingers came in contact with the swollen, wet lips of her pussy, her dripping, aching pussy that hadn't had the pleasure of a cock filling it in over two months. She jerked her hand out of her panties when her father turned around, looking her direction right before he slammed his bedroom door shut behind him.

Maybe this was going to be a fun summer after all.

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Jeremy pulled his T-shirt down over his head as he padded barefooted out of his bedroom. He knew he shouldn't have been so harsh on Hannah, but she had no idea as to how much of a strain she was putting on him, physically and mentally with her supple young body. He was her father and as taboo and exciting as an incestuous relationship sounded, it was definitely out of the question. Maybe he should just have that affair already, get all of that pent up need out of his system, his marriage was already strained with his wife fucking her way around the country club that he was paying way too much for in yearly dues and fees. There were a lot of young beautiful women that came into the bank on a daily basis, he had even seen some of them checking him out when he was on the main floor, and he could have his choice of any one of them if he just made the first move but when they caught sight of his wedding ring they just smiled and looked the other direction. All he would have to do was put the ring in his pocket...

He let out a long breath as he ran his fingers through his damp hair, walking down the hall. Hannah's door was shut and he thought about knocking on it and apologizing to her but he didn't know what he would be apologizing for, admitting that he wanted to fuck her or letting it slip that her mother was cheating on him. He stood outside her door, raised his hand to knock, thought twice about it and dropped his hand. He would just be wasting his breath. He started to walk away when he heard a muffled sob and a cry coming from her room. He must have upset her more than he thought he had and he pushed her door open, bursting across the threshold and coming to an instant stop. Hannah wasn't crying in sadness, she was crying out in pure pleasure. And he couldn't do anything but stare at his own daughter like a deer caught in the headlights.

Hannah was stark naked, her strawberry blonde hair spread out on her pillow, her eyes closed as she took pleasure in her own body. Her small, firm breasts were proudly on display, coral pink nipples the size of pencil erasers hard and jutting out from her puckered areolas. She had her knees pulled up high and spread wide, little tufts of reddish-blonde hair at the top of her mound, the swollen lips of her labia glistening with her juices. He knew he should quietly turn around and leave her room but he couldn't, his daughter's moans, seeing her fingers touching herself the very way he's been dying to touch her–

He felt his cock go from partially erect to rock hard with a sudden rush of blood, straining against the front of his shorts and he unconsciously reached down to stroke himself through the confining material, his cock throbbing, as he stood there and watched his daughter pleasuring herself, watching as his once little girl's hand fervently played with her dripping pussy, her moans growing louder, her hips arching, fingers glistening wet...

Jeremy jerked his hand away from his throbbing cock and uncomfortably cleared his throat.

Hannah's eyes shot open at the unexpected sound to see her father standing just over the threshold of her bedroom. "Dad," she squeaked as she frantically reached for the pillow at the head of the bed. She hugged it to her torso lengthwise with trembling arms and legs, trying to shield her naked body from her father's intense gaze, but it was too late, he had already seen too much. Her gaze locked with her father's as she pushed her hair out of her face with a trembling hand and she felt her face redden even more. She didn't know what was more embarrassing, getting caught touching herself by her father or getting caught by the man she was thinking about while frantically rubbing her swollen clitoris.

He was still staring at her, his pale blue gaze burning pure lust and she felt her heart slam into her ribcage when she caught sight of the considerable bulge his cock had formed in the front of his cargo shorts. She remembered all too well what he had said to her in the bathroom several minutes ago and fucking her own father was so wrong, which was why she had disappeared into her room and shut the door, so she could finger herself to ease the ache she shouldn't be having for him, for his cock. She tucked her chin against the edge of the pillow and turned her gaze away from her father. "Please leave," she whispered.

"I thought I had upset you and then when I heard you crying–" Jeremy said in his own defense, dropping his hands on his hips and making no move to cover his raging hard-on or leave her bedroom. "But you seem to be quite the opposite! There's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. I do it more often than I care to admit, which is more than I can say for your mother and I. We haven't had..." His voice trailed off as his gaze drifted down the length of his daughter's thighs wrapped around the pillow she was using to shield her naked body from his gaze. Her legs were so smooth, so supple and would feel so good wrapped around his hips.

Hannah squeezed the pillow tighter with her arms and legs, staring at her father across the expanse of her bedroom. She had been grossed out by her friend's comment yesterday about her father's body, but when she had stood there staring at him standing naked in her bathroom it had stirred up feelings inside her she didn't know existed, forbidden intense feelings that had her looking twice at her father and seeing him as a man, a hot older man that oozed sex out of every pore. And now that he was standing in her bedroom and she was the naked one, the unquenched ache between her legs was screaming at her to go against her better judgment and just go after what it was she wanted, fuck the consequences.

There was no denying that he wanted her, he had said so himself, she was the one that had the initial qualms about it. She knew her father would never force her into a situation she wasn't comfortable with or allow her to do something she wasn't a willing participant in, and seeing that they were both aroused by each other... She drew in a deep breath, swallowed the lump in her throat and tossed the pillow aside, once again baring her naked body to her father's gaze. She slowly slid off the bed, their matching blue gazes locked on each other as she slowly padded across the floor in her bare feet. "Daddy..."

"Yes, baby," Jeremy croaked, unable to tear his gaze off of his daughter's perfect body as she slowly walked towards him, a lock of strawberry blonde hair curling around one small pert breast, her nipples hard and jutting out from the swollen peaks. He knew he shouldn't be looking at his daughter like a sexual creature, knew he shouldn't be standing in her bedroom to begin with when he had such impure, wicked thoughts running rampant through his mind. His gaze drifted down the curves and planes of her soft body to the blood-swollen lips of her labia, glistening with her juices and he felt his cock throb in anticipation of being buried deep inside her hot, young body.

And he was the last man thatshouldn'tbe getting hard at the sight of her, but yet... He felt his Adam's apple bob in this throat when he swallowed. When she stepped closer to him, he totally expected her to shove him out of her bedroom and slam the door shut in his face but what he certainly didn't expect was the next six words that flowed so comfortably out of her mouth.

"I want to suck your cock," Hannah professed as she reached out and cupped her hand around the solid girth of her father's cock through the material of his shorts. She looked up at him as she gave his shaft a firm squeeze, caressing him through his shorts, watching as his eyes started to darken with forbidden desire. He was so hot, so hard.

Thank you, God,Jeremy swore under his breath as he struggled with the button and zipper on his shorts like a horny teenager that couldn't get out of his pants fast enough. His cock was rock hard and throbbing and his hands that never trembled before in his life were having a little bit of difficulty getting his zipper down. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a blowjob and he groaned at the feel of her soft hands brushing his aside to manipulate the zipper. He yanked his T-shirt over his head in one quick motion and dropped it to the floor just as his shorts hit his ankles. He drew in a shaky breath when he felt her fingers curl into the waistband of his boxer briefs and he looked down at his daughter as she eased his underwear down over his hips, over the throbbing head of his cock as it popped free of its confines, down the length of his hair-dusted muscled thighs as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. He hissed when he felt the first touch of her tongue against his cock. "Hannah–"

Hannah dropped to her knees in front of her father, getting an up close and personal view of his very intimidating cock. He was fully erect and thick, so thick she didn't think she was going to be able to take him into her mouth, let alone her pussy and she swallowed the lump of nervousness that welled up in her throat and slowly drew the tip of her tongue up the length of her father's veiny cock.

She heard her father groan in pleasure as she slid her tongue higher and higher, so expertly, so perfectly, feeling his cock throb and pulse against the forbidden touch of her soft, wet tongue. Almost instantly, a drop of precum started to leak from the glans and she slowly swirled her tongue all around the smooth skin, licking up the trickle of clear fluid as she sucked lightly on the tip. She reached up and wrapped her hand around the base of his pulsing cock, her fingers nowhere near touching, holding him in place as she struggled at first to take him into her mouth.

"Look at me," Jeremy ordered and she obeyed, her pale blue eyes filled with lust gazing up at him. He looked down at her, watching as his daughter practically inhaled his cock, slowly taking him deeper and deeper as she adjusted to his girth until he was touching the back of her throat. And then she started to bob her head and he watched as his thick, saliva-coated cock slowly slid in and out of his daughter's mouth, watched as her lips that were the same shade of coral pink as her areolas glided along the length of his shaft, watched as she took his cock better than her mother ever did.