Sticking with Adam

Adam sat in the garden and let out a contended sigh. Normally he would be rushing around in the morning to get ready for work, but instead he was sipping at a cup of tea and watching the wildlife.

Following his footjob on the sofa, Donna had helped Adam clean himself up before having a bath with him. As Clive, Adam was able to help soap up this hot, mature woman whilst they reminisced of younger days. He enjoyed teasing out some of Clive's more sordid memories with his wife, impressed with how sexually active the pair were at the start of their relationship. What was even better was seeing the glint in Donna's eyes as she relived each moment. When she and Clive had fucked like mad on their honeymoon. When they had snuck away during a friend's wedding and shagged in a cupboard.

Adam had been especially excited to discover his current host and Donna had flirted with the idea of dogging. Clive had somehow managed to convince his wife to come with him on an evening drive to a local spot renowned for public sex amongst horny middle aged people. Donna had ultimately chickened out in the end, but did let Clive watch the others from a distance whilst she gave him a handjob. As Adam reminded Donna of this memory, he could see that she was getting excited too. Things didn't progress any further, however, but Donna left it that she would think about it again. Perhaps being stuck as Clive would end up being a lot of fun. But in the back of his mind, Adam did worry about his own body and what Helen was planning.

Adam was awoken from his daydreaming by the sound of the doorbell. He was alone in the house, Donna having left earlier to go to work. Adam eased himself out of his chair and made his way back into his neighbour's house, to the front door. As he opened the door, Adam was greeted by a stunningly attractive woman in her thirties.

"Hello dad, thought I'd come round today and see how you are." Adam felt a wave of mixed feelings as the woman hugged him and let herself into the house. Clive's mind told him that this was his eldest daughter, Michelle. Adam vaguely remembered seeing Michelle before and being told off by Helen for staring at her too long.

"Oh, hello love," Adam said a little flustered. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"You know I don't like tea!" Michelle said, playfully hitting Adam on the arm. "I'll have a coffee, please."

Adam internally kicked himself for having not checked Clive's memories before offering 'his' daughter a drink. He quickly went about making Michelle a coffee, navigating the kitchen as if it were his own. With a fresh cup of tea for himself and Michelle's coffee, Adam made his way to the living room. He found Clive's daughter messaging someone on her phone, sitting on the sofa in the spot that he had sat last night and received an amazing footjob. Adam couldn't help but admire Michelle as he sat down in the armchair adjacent to her. She had a figure very similar to Donna's, but without the signs of aging. She wore a loose blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. Adam's eyes were automatically drawn in to Michelle's bosoms, and he could feel his cock stirring in his pants.

"Thanks for the coffee, dad," Michelle said brightly, putting her phone to one side. "How have you and mum been recently?"

"Oh, fine thank you," Adam replied as innocently as he could as he replayed last night's antics. "How have you been?"

"Good thanks. Have the morning off from work so I could run a few errands. They didn't take long so I thought I'd pop in and say hello."

"That's very kind of you," Adam said, his eyes regularly dropping to admire Michelle's chest. She was a very animated talker, her arms moving quickly as she spoke which had the pleasant side effect of jiggling her bosoms. He allowed Michelle to talk at length about what had happened to her over the last few days. He was only half listening and giving the occasional polite response. After a couple of minutes of listening to Michelle speak, Adam noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. With all her gesticulating a nipple was dangerously close to popping out. Adam's eyes were glued to Michelle's chest. He prayed that one final swift movement would send her tit bouncing into the open.

"Dad? Dad, are you evening listening to me?" Michelle's voice suddenly snapped Adam out of his stupor.

"Sorry, love," he said meekly. "I spaced out a little there." His eyes were still focused in on Michelle's chest and she seemed to notice this now.

"Oh my God, dad!" Michelle gasped, adjusting her blouse so her breasts were securely contained within its fabric. "Were you staring at my boobs?"

Adam immediately went red at the accusation and looked quickly away.

"For fucks sake dad, do you have an erection!?"

Michelle was pointing down at Adam's crotch. He looked down to see a very noticeable tent in his pants. There was no denying it. Under normal circumstances this was embarrassing, but in Clive's body it was especially so. He was essentially getting aroused by his own daughter's body and had been caught out by her. Adam began to panic. He didn't know what to do. He hoped desperately someone or something would happen to remove him from this situation.

Out of nowhere a bolt of inspiration hit Adam. He thought back to the conversation with Helen before going to the pub. Perhaps fortune would be on his side.

"W-what's your favourite colour?" he asked desperately.