Mike was up early, his wife snoring and sleeping soundly in their bed as he left to make his way to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and some morning breakfast. He could hear the communal shower spurt into life as he walked past and while he was tempted to open the door he didn’t.
In his semi-awake state, he made a minor error on the stairs and slipped. It was a brief moment that told him to wake-the-fuck-up, which he promptly did.
Walking towards the front door, he picked up the newspaper and took it with him to the kitchen. He dropped the paper on the table and filled the kettle with water, grabbed two cups from the cupboard, and proceeded to make one cup of tea and one coffee while the water came to a boil. The former, he would take up to his wife and put it beside her ready for when she woke up.
Mike opened the blinds just a little bit, enough to see all the grown-up sixteen and seventeen-year-olds on their way to school as they trundled past their house. He picked up the paper and read the titles of all the articles it had to offer. All crap and nothing of worth to any of it. He wondered why he still had it delivered, and then he remembered, it was because of the delivery girl, the one with the big tits. He was sure she knew what she was doing every time she bounced down the path. On more than one occasion he had been caught ogling her from the kitchen window, so instead, he started to watch her from the spare bedroom.
His cock was already stiff under his fleece dressing gown which was gaping at the front. He may as well have taken it off for all good it did, but it did keep his shoulders and body warm.
A quick stroll to the bottom of the stairs confirmed that the shower was off and that his daughter was getting ready for school. He never knew why she took so long in the shower, not on a Tuesday, because she knew full well what happened on a Tuesday.
Pouring the boiled water into his cup, he topped it up with some milk before stirring it and taking it to sit down. Jenny, his seventeen-year-old daughter bounced into the kitchen in more ways than one. Her tits jiggled like they were about to spill out of her tiny bra. Her voluptuous ass followed them covered only by her tight skirt. Her white blouse was open down to her belly button and she was busy wrapping the tie around her neck. Her white cotton knee-length socks set everything off.
“Morning, Dad,” she shouted, heading off to the cupboard for a bowl, and the cornflakes and stopping off to get a spoon from the cutlery drawer. She sat opposite her father, poured in the cornflakes, and the milk, and proceeded to stuff the welcome cereal into her mouth.
“Morning, hun,” Mike replied. He put the paper down briefly to take in the sight of his daughter opposite him. His cock stirred down below while he sipped at his coffee.
“Going out like that, are you?” he asked.
Jenny giggled. “Don’t be silly,” she replied, “but it is Tuesday.”
It certainly was Tuesday. A couple of mouthfuls of cornflakes was all it took for some of the milk to dribble over her chin and between her ample tits. Double G’s, thought her father, and at her age. How appetizing was that, and she certainly had all the assets to channel that milk in one direction only.
Mike watched her scoff the cornflakes down as fast as she could. Once she had finished he stood up as if to wish his daughter a good day at school. He looked out of the window to some of her passing friends as they wound their way to school.
Jenny sidled up to her father, pushed her breasts into his chest, and kissed him on the lips. Her hand was on his bulge seconds after her tongue entered his mouth. She quickly pushed the dressing gown aside and grasped his cock firmly in her hand. Stroking it, slowly at first, she started to pant into her father’s mouth.
“I love your cock,” she breathed the words rather than saying them. Her tongue was quickly pushed back into her father’s mouth as she proceeded to toss him off in front of the kitchen window.
“Too fast, darling, too fast,” he scolded her. He didn’t want to cum just yet, not over the new skirt that they bought for her on the weekend shopping trip. Her father thought it was too short, but she insisted.
“Are we playing swapsies today?” she asked him.
“Yes,” her father replied.
Swapsies was something that had developed over the last three weeks. It was Jenny that insisted he does it, and of course, once Pandora’s box is open, it stays open.
Pulling her father’s cock with her, Jenny knelt on the floor until his dick was horizontal and lined up with her open mouth. She descended on it and sucked the knob gently before letting it slide down her throat. She bobbed her head on it while pulling the lower part of her shirt out from under her skirt. She pulled her bra down until her breast flesh overflowed them. She tossed her tie around so that it dangled down her back. Her last ritual was to caress and pinch her nipples while sucking on the end of her father’s knob.
“Come on, Dad, sit in the chair for your little girl.” She was using that firm tone of voice that he had come to enjoy.