Who's your Daddy? Part 1.

The silence from my husband as he caught sight of me was deafening. His eyes widened until they were larger than dinner plates and his mouth gaped open like a fish, jaw moving noiselessly. His hands even popped open, letting a small purple object he'd been gripping drop to the carpet.

I smiled sexily at him, pleased at his reaction, knowing that I'd found the right button to push with him. I'd taken great care in the time leading up to our evening, making sure everything was just right. I'd pulled my dark hair back into classic pigtails, twin tails that sprouted from the top of my head and flowed onto my shoulders, and artfully applied some make-up to give my face as young a look as I could manage. My blouse was pure white and I'd left it completely unbuttoned, relying on a loose little knot to keep my big titties from spilling free and knowing that the fabric was almost completely sheer, I'd foregone a bra completely. I'd added a classic tartan skirt, a little bit longer than I'd wanted--it fell to just above my knee--but I hadn't had time to shorten the hem. A pair of blue kneesocks that I'd stolen from my daughter's drawers completed my ensemble and I have to admit, I felt damn sexy wearing it.

James seemed stuck in place, unable to fully process what he was seeing, so I made the first move. I strode across the room with the sexiest wiggle I could produce, my boobs bouncing beneath my blouse with each step and my feet crossing over each other in a motion that made my hips sway back and forth. His eyes didn't know what to do, follow my breasts as they jiggled or my thighs as my skirt flipped up higher and higher. Luckily, his body knew just what to do and as I threw my scantily clad body against him, I could feel his erection throbbing even the the thickness of his jeans.

"Oh, Daddy!" I cried, using my best imitation of a young girl's voice and pressing myself against him in a tight embrace. His cocked jumped so hard I thought it might bust through his pants when he heard the 'D' word. "I guess you're here because you got my report card, huh?" I lifted my leg and rubbed the inner part of his thigh, nudging his hard dick with my knee and rubbing my hands across his chest.

Recognition dawned in his eyes and he tilted his head down to gaze at me with a look combined of wonder and lust. For the first time he realized exactly what I was wearing and the ramifications of what it meant. He licked his lips and cleared his throat.

"Yes, little lady, that's exactly why I'm here." He sounded like he needed a glass of water but he was finally getting in on the act. His arm wrapped around my back and pulled me closer, the bare skin beneath the edge of my blouse tingling at his touch. "And I must say I'm not happy with it at all. What exactly do you have to say about your grade in your algebra class? It is clearly unacceptable."

I pouted my lips, shiny with gloss and heaved my chest upward. My soft pillows bulged from the blouse in an entirely inappropriate manner and my cleavage lengthened. I could feel James' eyes tracking the shift and I inhaled deeply, playing my role as a not so innocent daughter as sexily as I could. "But Daddy, it's not my fault! My math teacher totally has it out for me and won't give me the grade I deserve! I know I can do better, Daddy, just give me a chance!" My hand dropped down and 'accidentally' brushed against his boner.

My 'daddy' clucked his tongue and shook his head. "So you've said before, missy." He sighed theatrically. "Unfortunately, those are the exact words you used last semester and the semester before that. I'm not falling for your little act anymore. I think I know the real reason why you're doing so poorly in your classes." He leaned close and his cologne filled my nose. His pure masculine presence was making me slightly heady.

"Why, Daddy?" I lifted my head and I saw he'd fully embraced his role. He no longer saw me as his sexy, busty old wife but a lusty, nubile teenager who had a body and libido of a sex goddess.

His hands raised to my barely-covered breasts and I gasped as he ran them along my sensitive skin, tracing the edge of my blouse. He barely whispered the next words, his mouth next to my ear.

"Because your sex-addled brain is so focused on boys and fucking that you can't pay attention to something as mundane as school, you horny little tart. I mean, look at what you're wearing. This is hardly attire that a normal girl would wear. This blouse is see-thru and your big breasts are on full display for anybody who cares to look. I bet you drive all the boys in your class crazy, don't you?"

He pulled the fabric away from my chest, giving him the perfect downblouse shot of my tits. My nipples, which had already become like diamonds during my act, hardened even further as the cool air of the bedroom swept across them. I shuddered and felt the juices between my legs begin to flow even more heavily. It almost made me forget to play my role.

My own hand darted up and slapped his hand away. "Daddy!" I cried with just a hint of indignation. "Those are my boobies! I don't think you should be doing that!"

Undeterred, James continued his inspection, leaving one hand resting lightly on my melons. His other dipped below my waist and grabbed the hem of my skirt. He lifted it up and found two surprises I had planned for him. First, I wasn't wearing any panties, just like the girl in the movie. And second, I had shaved my pussy completely clean.

As he gazed upon my smooth snatch, my 'daddy' growled like an animal and he pressed his erection harder against my body. I gave a tiny smile and bit my lower lip as if I was embarrassed to be exposed in such a manner. In reality, I fucking loved it. The freedom of being panty-less, to have my pussy on full display--even if it was only in the privacy of our bedroom--filled a hunger that had been growing in me since James and I started this adventure together. As his hand dropped down, rubbing gently across the newly bald patch of skin above my coochie, the tingles I'd been feeling exploded into full-blown fireworks. Then he dipped even lower.

I moaned and squeezed my thighs together. Breathlessly, I said, "Oh, Daddy! Your fingers are making me feel funny! I don't think you should be touching me there! It's wrong, isn't it?"

But his questing fingers weren't going to be denied. I felt his middle finger, longer and thicker than the rest part, my lips and slip inside me. "Nonsense," he growled, sliding his digit back and forth inside his 'little daughter's' cunt. "Parents are supposed to discipline their children when they do something wrong, correct? Show them the error of their ways? That's all Daddy's doing, sweetheart. I'm gonna drive all those perverse thoughts you're having about boys right from your head, so you have better focus in class."

He was making me feel so good, all I wanted to do was spread my legs and let him fingerbang me into submission, but I had one more card to play. I squirmed a bit, using the opportunity to press my swollen tits even harder against his chest. My nipples were going to be rubbed raw before long.

I formed my best doe-eyes--at least the best I could given the rising passion I was feeling--and looked him full in the face. "But what would Mommy say, if she walked in and saw you playing with my naughty place?"

He froze at the mention of 'Mommy,' but recovered almost instantly, understanding that I was still playing our little game. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "She'd probably congratulate me me for finally taking our slut of a daughter to task for her lewd behavior. In fact, I think she'd chide me for not doing a proper job of it."

He gave me a shove, forceful but not out of control. My sock-covered feet pedaled back on the carpet until the back of my knees struck the side of our bed and I tumbled onto it. I thrust my hands back to catch my fall and when I glanced back at James, I could tell I was exactly where he wanted me, chest thrust out and legs spread.

"We might as well get rid of this," he said, striding close and taking a hold of the loose end of my blouse's knot. With a tug he opened my shirt, and my large tits burst free, springing up and down after their confinement. He stared at them like he was going to devour them only with his eyes and I reveled in his attention. For a second, I forgot myself and truly pictured him as my 'Daddy,' wanting nothing more than to ravage his baby girl's soft curves. I felt like the little tart he envisioned and it made me feel horny as hell.

I gasped loudly, in fake shock. "My boobies!"

Daddy shook his head. "Not boobies, sweetheart. These giant babies are your tits, your breasts, your melons, your sweater puppies, your knockers, your hooters, your juggs, your udders. And they are obviously part of the problem."

He slammed his mouth down on top of my left tit and hoovered my nipples past his lips so fast that I didn't even have time to moan before his tongue started working furiously on my hardened nubs. I pushed backward with my hands, forcing even more of my sensitive breast-flesh into his face and he shook his head back and forth, nuzzling even deeper.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! You're sucking on my titties so hard, and it feels so good! Lick them even more, Daddy! Lick your daughter's breasts and punish her just like she needs!"

His hand found my dripping snatch again and he didn't waste any time teasing me. Three fingers dove deep into my honeypot, filling me up so sweetly and making me scream in unadulterated pleasure.

I would have loved to have stayed in that moment, roleplaying a naughty father 'punishing' his daughter for bad grades. To have his mouth on my nips and hand buried between my legs, unconcerned about anything except the ecstasy I was feeling. But then he pulled his lips free long enough to whisper four words. Four words that would end up altering our relationship forever.

"Cum for me, Sarah."

When he uttered our actual daughter's name, multiple impulses fired off in my brain. One: the barrier in my brain that had been chipped away over the past few weeks--noticing how my daughter breasts bounced in her soccer uniform, seeing my son receiving a blowjob from his hot little girlfriend--was blown apart, and for the first time I truly considered what it would be like to commit ****...and I realized I was more than curious. Two: I pictured my husband in the same position, but I was replaced with our youngest daughter, his lips on her pert breasts, fingers probing her tight little hole. No alarms rang in my head, decrying the scene. Instead, my pussy spasmed, hard. Three: I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. And four: All of those thoughts were wiped away under the torrent of my orgasm.

I don't remember much of that orgasm, other then my throat hurt after shouting 'Daddy' so many times that I lost count. When I came down, my entire being was awash with so many emotions, desires and perverse thoughts that I was filled with one overwhelming desire.

Just like the young girl from the moving, I saw the outline of my Daddy's cock just beneath the surface of his pants and knew that I wouldn't be satisfied until I had felt it fill my pussy with all it's creamy goodness. I was his slutty little girl and I was going to show him exactly what that entails.