Haley in front of a mirror

Phil saw that Haley was alone, spinning around and looking at herself in the full length mirror, wearing a thin belly shirt and mini skirt. "Dylan's going to love this," the teenager gushed, holding her hands under her small breasts, pushing them up and together, trying to accentuate her cleavage. "I wish I had boobs like Alex."

"I think you have beautiful breasts," Phil said without even thinking.

"Daddy, what are you doing home?" Haley asked, spinning around to face the door. "I thought mom said you had to work late!"

"I sold the house earlier than I thought," Phil replied, stepping into the room. "That's a nice outfit."

"You really think so daddy?" she asked, blushing. Haley turned and faced the mirror, twisting her body to try and see all her curves.

"Yes, I really do," Phil said, reaching out with both hands, putting them on Haley's shoulders, squeezing them. "You're the most beautiful girl I've seen in a long time."

"Daddy, even I know you like big boobs - I mean, just look at Gloria. You stare at her boobs every chance you get!"

Phil managed to blush as he stood behind his daughter, his hands on her shoulders. "Well, yeah, I do ... appreciate large breasts like Gloria has, but small breasts are really nice too."

"But wouldn't I be cuter if I had big boobs like Alex?"

A vision of the woman in the house flashed in his mind, jumping from the perceived similarities between her and Gloria, then for the first time the similarities between Gloria's body and his younger daughter, and his cock jumped in his pants. His hands slid from Haley's shoulders down her arms and across to cup her small breasts over her shirt. He could feel she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples hard under his palms, and her heart beating wildly.