Flattered

"Thanks, dad, but I don't really think you should be touching me there," Haley said, not encouraging him, but not moving away, either.

"You let Dylan touch you here," Phil murmured, massaging the small globes of her breasts, feeling her hard nipples, no sign of a bra at all.

"Yeah, but he's my boyfriend," she gasped as his fingers pressed her nipples through her shirt. "I let him touch me all over."

"Do you let him touch you here? Like this?" he asked, slipping his hands down, then underneath her shirt, cupping over her bare breasts.

"Yes, daddy," she breathed, her hands cupping over his, outside her shirt, not to pull them off her flesh, but to hold his hands there. Phil took another step forward, pressing his mouth against hers, feeling her press against him as their tongues sparred. Then her hands went to the bottom of her shirt and peeled the fabric up. They broke the kiss long enough to toss her shirt to the floor, then went back to kissing, as if both were **** to get much, much closer. Almost instinctively, Phil walked forward, Haley walking back until her ass hit her grandfather's bed. She raised up on her toes and sat on the bed, her hands going to Phil's button down shirt.

"I didn't know you felt this way," she panted, the kiss breaking. Phil didn't respond, his hands leaving her breasts to drop to his sides, allowing his daughter to peel the shirt off his back. "What would mom say?"

Phil looked down at her, watching as she lay back on the bed, her arms going over her head, her already small breasts flattening against her torso. "Your mom wouldn't say a thing. She already knows what we're doing up here."

Haley looked at him, startled. "How... I mean, what..."

"I caught her doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing," Phil explained, his hands going to the front of his pants. Haley just watched, licking her lips as her father's cock popped out.

"Do you have a condom, dad?" she asked, unable to move her eyes from his throbbing shaft.