Happy Father's Day

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!"

Jenny squeals in sheer panic, her cheeks flushing as she realizes she's exposed herself to her actual father instead of her sugar daddy. Her pink panties, with the words "Daddy's little girl," was supposed to be a seductive teaser for her sugar daddy's eyes only, but now it's a full-blown family affair!

Her heart races as she tries to unsend the message. There it was, "Delete for everyone". But something stops her finger from clicking it. Maybe it's the thrill of the mistake, or maybe it's just sheer dread. She watches the message status change from 'Sent' to 'Delivered'. It's still not too late, right? She could still delete the message as long as he hasn't seen it yet. Does she want him to see it somehow?

She is confused with her thoughts. She's both scared and a little excited at the same time. It's like watching a horror movie, knowing something terrible is about to happen but you can't look away.

"How will he react?", Jenny wonders, her mind racing with a whirlwind of scenarios, each more humiliating than the last. She paces back and forth in her room, the phone clutched in her trembling hand. The seconds tick by like hours, each one heavier than the last. The anticipation is almost unbearable, a potent cocktail of fear and excitement. And then, her phone vibrates. It's her dad's response. She opens it with a mixture of fear, dread and fascination.

The message reads: "Jenny, baby, what's going on?" Her stomach flips. He's seen it. The reality of her mistake sinks in, but so does something else. A warmth between her legs, an undeniable thrill. There's no turning back. She bites her lip, considering her next move. Does she play it off as a mistake and pray he forgets? Or does she dare to embrace the sudden, twisted turn of events?

"Honey, Did you accidentally send this to me?" he types, his tone measured, but the text bubble shows he's typing more. Jenny's breath hitches. The ball is in her court now. Her thumbs hover over the screen, her mind racing with possibilities. She takes a deep breath and decides to test the waters. "No Daddy. It was meant for you," she sends back, her heart pounding in her chest. "Happy Father's Day", she adds with a winky face emoji, playing it up.

Her dad's reply takes a moment longer this time, the anticipation building like a crescendo. "Jenny, we need to talk," he writes, his words hitting her like a ton of bricks. But she's not ready for talking. She's ready for action. She quickly sends another picture, this time with her panties around her ankles, the message, "I'll take it off if you don't like it.", a blatant invitation to watch. "And since you forgot your daughter's birthday, I just wanted to let you know, I'm not mad at all, Daddy."

The silence on the other end is deafening. Jenny's heart pounds in her chest, her body feels like it's on fire with anticipation. Then, finally, his reply. "Come to the living room," he types. She can almost feel the heat of his gaze through the screen. She takes a deep breath, her hands shaking as she puts down her phone and stands. Her legs feel like jelly, but then, her phone vibrates again.

"BTW, I didn't forget your birthday, cupcake!" he adds...

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"Happy Belated Birthday, princess"