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My daughter leads me into a college affair.
And he wanted his daughter right where she was. On his lap. But he knew everything about this was wrong. Very wrong.
"Do I look better in it than Mom?" Anya asked again.
He looked into her blue eyes. "You...you both wear it well."
Anya leaned in closer and whispered into his ear. "Who's sexier? Mom or me?"
He let out a soft moan as he felt her slowly begin to grind on his lap. He knew she had to be able to feel how hard he was. His stiff cock was trapped under his jeans and his one-hundred and twenty pound daughter, as a million different thoughts raced through his mind.
"I wanna hear you say it," she whispered again.
Tony could only respond with a moan. His daughter was giving him the equivalent of a lap dance while her warm breath continued to tease his inner ear.
She moved her mouth even closer. He could feel her lips pressing against his skin. "Mom or me?"
Tony's eye remained closed as his daughter's grinding grew deeper and stronger. She wanted an answer.
"You..." he moaned.
"Me what?" she whispered.
"You," he repeated. "It's always been you."
The weight on his lap and the warm breath in his ear suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes to see his daughter standing in front of him.
"I'm gonna get changed!" she told him with a big smile before skipping back to the changing room.
Tony remained seated with a bewildered look on his face. A few more minutes of that and he wasn't sure what would've happened. Did his daughter really just get him to admit he thought she looked better than his wife? He was starting to think maybe he was a pretty shitty husband. And maybe even a worse father. What kind of dad allows his daughter to grind on his lap like that? What was wrong with him?
"All set, Dad," Anya smiled as she walked out from the changing area a few minutes later. She was back wearing her blue jeans and black Pixies t-shirt.
Tony stood up, his still hard cock lodged under the rough denim fabric of his jeans. His daughter had a big pile of clothes in her left hand and a small pile in her right. She reached out and handed him the small pile.
"I would like these," she told him. "If it's not too much."
He gave her a look. "I told you that you could get all of them...except the party dress."
She shook her head. "I'm gonna put these back," she said, referring to the big stack in her hands.
He looked down to see what she had decided to buy. The pink spaghetti strap dress was on top, the navy button-up sweater was on the bottom, and sandwiched between the two was the black satin nightie. He raised his head and looked at his daughter.
She smirked before walking past him and out of the room.
He closed his eyes. This girl was going to kill him one of these days.
Chapter 6 - A Fuckin' Jerk-Off.
Anya was standing in front of the grill in the backyard with a pair of tongs in her hand. "Should I flip it again?"
Tony replied with a shake of his head. He had just taken a sip of beer and his mouth was full. Beer was something the fit dad usually avoided. But hey, it was his birthday. It wasn't the end of the world to indulge in forbidden pleasures today.
"No?" Anya asked.
Tony held his index finger in the air.
Anya furrowed her brow. "Once?"
He finally took a gulp. "Yeah. You only flip steak once."
He had never thought of that before. "Umm...I don't know to be completely honest. It's the way my dad taught me."
Anya observed the steak for a few moments before turning back to her father. "How do I know when it's done? Should I cut it open?"
"Noooooo," Tony quickly replied. "Definitely not."
"You just have to kind of guess," Tony answered. "We're going for medium rare. So make a circle with your middle finger and thumb and press the ball of your thumb. We want the meat to have the same soft and springy feel to it.
Anya pushed down on the meat after following her dad's instruction. "Umm...I think it still has some time."
He leaned over to double check. She was right. He closed the grill lid. They had some more time to kill.
"So what's going on with you and what's his nam