Skip to content I loosened my tie as I drove through the gates of my estate, grateful to be home early for once. After a week of mind-numbing meetings, all I wanted was a drink and the comfort of solitude. But as I rounded the corner to the terrace overlooking the infinity pool, I found something else. My daughter Sophia and her friend Bella lay on adjacent loungers, their skin glistening with oil, both of them completely topless under the California sun.
My first instinct was to retreat, to give them privacy, but something rooted me to the spot. Sophia’s perky C-cups looked smaller but perfectly shaped next to Bella’s fuller D-cups, their nipples darkened by the sun. I swallowed hard. The rational part of my brain screamed that this was wrong, these were girls half my age, and one was my daughter, but my body responded with heat that pooled in my groin.
I stepped back into the shadow of the terrace, partially hidden by a large potted palm. It was as if time itself was playing tricks on me. Wasn’t it just yesterday that Sophia was a little girl with pigtails and skinned knees, needing me to check under her bed for monsters? After Maria’s overdose left me a widower with a seven-year-old daughter, I’d thrown myself into being both mother and father. The sleepless nights, the awkward period talks and the first heartbreaks … I’d weathered it all for her.
Now, somehow, that same little girl had transformed into this stunning young woman lounging carelessly in the sun. Through designer sunglasses, I watched them laugh and chat, unaware of my presence. Sophia stretched, her toned abdomen flexing. Bella rolled onto her side, heavy breasts jiggling, facing my daughter.
“I don’t know how you stand living with him,” Bella said. “If my dad looked like that, I’d die.”
I froze, suddenly very interested in their conversation. This wasn’t the first time I’d caught Sophia’s friend talking about me.
Sophia laughed. “Please, you get used to it. Though I still catch myself staring sometimes when he comes out of the shower in just a towel.”
And I knew about that part as well, although I’d told her before that we couldn’t cross any lines.
“I bet that towel has to work overtime,” Bella replied, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
Sophia sat up, her breasts bouncing slightly. “My dad’s cock is huge, like legendary huge. I’ve seen the outline in his swim trunks. Bet it’d ruin you for life.”
Had my daughter really been paying that much attention? Heat flushed my face, a strange mixture of embarrassment and undeniable pride. The rational part of me knew I should be listening, but instead, I didn’t move.
Bella moaned playfully, rolling onto her back. “God, stop, I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Your dad is so hot.”
They both dissolved into giggles, but I noticed Bella pressing her thighs together, her tiny bikini bottom barely covering her mound. My cock swelled further, straining against expensive fabric. Almost without thinking, I slid my hand down to adjust myself, then let my palm linger, applying pressure to the rigid length.
“I broke up with Kyle because he couldn’t compare,” Sophia said, and I realized with a shock that she was comparing her ex-boyfriend’s size to mine. “After seeing Daddy in those gray sweatpants that one time … well, no college boy measures up.”
“Daddy,” Bella repeated with a teasing lilt. “Does he let you call him that? It’s so hot.”
“Always has,” Sophia replied proudly. “And it makes him melt every time.”
She wasn’t wrong. The way she said it had always tugged at my heart, though now it tugged at something much lower.
I stroked myself through my pants, just once, then twice, before forcing my hand away. This was madness. I cleared my throat loudly and retreated into the house, my heart hammering, cock painfully hard. I needed a cold shower and possibly therapy.
*****
Hours later, the sun had set. I’d managed to compose myself, though the memory of their conversation lingered in the back of my mind. We sat around the outdoor table, finishing the grilled steaks I’d prepared. Sophia had changed into a flimsy white sundress that clung to her curves, the material so thin I could see the darker circles of her nipples when she leaned forward. No bra, as usual. Bella wore a burgundy top cut so low I wondered how it stayed in place, her golden skin disappearing into a deep valley of cleavage.
“Dinner was amazing, Mr. Kane,” Bella said, her dark eyes catching mine as she took a sip of the wine I’d allowed them. At nineteen, they were technically underage, but I wasn’t a hypocrite about European drinking ages in my own home.
“Victor, please,” I reminded her, noticing how her gaze dropped to my chest, then lower, when I shifted in my chair. “Mr. Kane makes me feel ancient.”
“You’re not ancient, Daddy,” Sophia chimed in, reaching over to touch my arm. “You’re in your prime.”
The way she said it carried weight beyond a daughter’s encouragement, or perhaps I was reading too much into it after what I’d overheard.
Throughout dinner, I caught Bella stealing glances at my crotch each time I stood to refill drinks or clear plates. Her eyes would widen slightly, lips parting in what looked like anticipation. Did she think she could see the outline of what Sophia had bragged about? I found myself moving more deliberately, allowing my slacks to pull tight across my groin when I reached for the wine bottle.
“Daddy,” Sophia said as we finished dessert, her voice taking on that sweet tone that had always preceded requests for cars or credit cards. “Can Bella sleep over? We promise to be good.”
I looked between them, noting the mischievous glint in both their eyes.
“Of course, princess.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Sophia said, standing to kiss my cheek. Her lips lingered a moment too long, and I caught a whiff of the expensive perfume I’d bought her for Christmas.
As the girls helped clear the table, chatting and giggling, I found myself wondering what the night might bring. Whatever it was, I knew I should resist it. But after years of loneliness following my divorce, the attention from two beautiful young women, inappropriate as it might be, felt too good to refuse.
*****
I slid between cool silk sheets. The master bedroom felt too large and empty as I settled against the pillows and switched off the lamp. I hadn’t bothered with pajamas, never did these days, with no one to question my habits since the divorce. My cock lay heavy against my thigh, semi-hard from hours of stolen glances and the memory of topless young bodies by the pool. Sleep would not come easily tonight.
My mind replayed the dinner conversation, the way Bella’s eyes had lingered on my crotch, how Sophia had called me “Daddy” with that new edge to her voice. My hand drifted beneath the sheets, fingers wrapping around my thickening shaft. I stroked, not seeking release, just enjoying the pressure. Eventually, exhaustion from the work week overtook arousal, and I drifted into a restless sleep.
*****
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out when giggles pierced the veil of my unconsciousness. The bedroom door creaked slightly. My first instinct was to sit up, but something held me back. I kept my breathing deep and regular, eyes closed but mind suddenly alert.
“Shh,” Sophia whispered. “You’ll wake him up.”
“Are you sure he’s really asleep?” This was Bella.
I forced myself to remain still, feigning the steady breathing of deep sleep. Through barely-opened eyelids, I could see them approaching the bed.
They were both topless, their breasts swaying gently with each cautious step. Sophia’s perky C-cups looked firm and perfect, while Bella’s fuller breasts bounced slightly. They wore only the tiniest of panties, Sophia’s a pale color that nearly matched her skin, Bella’s a dark contrast against her golden complexion.
“Trust me,” Sophia whispered. “He sleeps like the dead after a long week. Mom always complained about it.”
They crept closer to the bed, and I kept my breathing measured despite my heart racing. The thin silk sheet covered me to the waist, but my arousal was already evident in the rising tent it formed.
“Look at that bulge,” Bella said, her voice a mixture of awe and desire.
Sophia giggled. “I told you.”
I felt the mattress dip slightly as one of them, Sophia, I thought, sat at the edge. The sheet tightened across my groin as she took hold of it.
“Ready?” she whispered.
Bella must have nodded because slowly, torturously, I felt the cool silk sliding down my body. The sheet pooled around my thighs, exposing my fully erect cock to the moonlight and their hungry eyes.
“Holy shit, Sophia,” Bella gasped, no longer bothering to whisper. “You weren’t kidding … it’s massive.”
Pride swelled in my chest as powerfully as the blood had filled my cock. I fought to keep my expression neutral, to maintain the façade of sleep, but inside I was basking in their admiration.
“Told you,” Sophia said smugly. “No one ever believes me.”
“Have you touched it before?”
“Yeah … I asked him first, but he said no, so I had to do it the hard way, and sneak in her while he was asleep,” she said. “No pun intended.”
They both giggled. I should’ve known. I knew she had a daddy kink. I had seen her porn history filled with stepdad and daddy porn, but I never imagined she’d do the real thing like that. Those nights I woke up from a wet dream, it must’ve been her sneaking in here to touch me.
“Can I …?” Bella asked, not finishing her sentence.
“Go ahead,” Sophia said. “Just be gentle, we don’t want to wake him.”
The bed shifted again as Bella joined Sophia. Then came the first touch, Bella’s youthful fingers wrapping around the base of my cock. I nearly gave myself away with a sharp inhale but managed to convert it into a deeper sleep-breath at the last moment.
“I can’t even close my hand around it,” Bella whispered in awe.
Sophia giggled. “Watch how it’s done.”
My daughter’s hand, a thought that should have horrified me but instead sent another surge of blood to my groin, replaced Bella’s.
“You stroke up and down, like this,” Sophia demonstrated, her hand sliding from base to tip. A bead of pre-cum formed at the slit, glistening in the moonlight. “Look, he’s already leaking.”
“Can we taste it?” Bella asked, her voice husky with desire.
“That’s the best part,” Sophia replied.
The mattress shifted again as they repositioned themselves. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see my daughter’s dark hair cascading over my thigh, her face hovering above my cock. Bella watched intently, biting her lower lip, her heavy breasts swaying as she leaned closer.
The first touch of Sophia’s tongue against my tip sent electricity through my body. I disguised my reaction as a sleep movement, shifting slightly and letting out a low groan. They froze momentarily, but when I settled back into rhythmic breathing, they continued with greater boldness.
Sophia wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, sucking gently at first, then taking me deeper. I had never seen such a sight, my daughter’s mouth stretched around my thickness, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She pulled off with a wet pop, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to my cock.
“Your turn,” she told Bella.
Bella leaned forward eagerly, but gasped when she tried to take too much too quickly. She gagged slightly, eyes watering, but didn’t give up. Her full lips stretched around my girth as she adjusted to the size, drool running down her chin and onto my shaft.
“Easy,” Sophia coached. “Use your hand on the bottom half. No one can take all of Daddy’s cock.”
The term sent another jolt through me. I twitched involuntarily, my hips rising slightly off the bed.
“I think he likes it,” Bella whispered, pulling back to catch her breath.
“He always produces a lot of pre-cum,” Sophia said knowledgeably. “Tastes like Daddy.”
They took turns after that, each showing off their skills. Sophia could take me deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate my length in a way that told me she’d had practice. Bella made up for her lack of depth with enthusiasm, her tongue swirling patterns around my sensitive head, spitting on the crown and licking it back up again like a slut.
Eventually, they began working like a team, Bella sucking the head while Sophia licked the shaft, then trading places. Their hands stroked whatever parts their mouths couldn’t reach. The sight of their faces side by side, tongues occasionally meeting around my girth, was almost too much to bear.
My breathing had become ragged, impossible to disguise as sleep-breathing any longer. But they were too engrossed to notice, taking my reactions as unconscious responses.
“Look how his balls are tightening,” Sophia whispered. “He’s going to cum soon.”
“I want to taste it,” Bella replied.
“We’ll share,” Sophia said.
They positioned themselves on either side of my cock, faces close together, mouths open and tongues extended. Sophia’s hand pumped my shaft while Bella’s cupped my heavy balls.
The pressure built rapidly, my control slipping away. I could no longer maintain the pretense of sleep, my hips began thrusting upward into Sophia’s grip, seeking release. A groan escaped my lips, but rather than stopping in panic, the girls increased their efforts.
“He’s cumming,” Sophia said happily.
The first rope of thick cum shot upward, landing across both their tongues. They moaned in unison, a sound of pure female satisfaction that pushed me further. The second pulse was even stronger, coating Sophia’s lips and cheeks. The third splashed across Bella’s mouth and chin. They licked at each other’s faces, sharing my seed between them, swallowing greedily.
Pulse after pulse emptied from me, more than I’d produced in years. They caught what they could, the rest painting their breasts in pearly streaks. Throughout it all, I maintained the fiction of sleep, my body responding “unconsciously” to their hands and lips.
When the last shudder passed through me, they carefully cleaned my softening cock with their tongues, making sure not to waste a drop. Sophia wiped a streak from Bella’s breast and offered it to her friend, who sucked her finger clean with obvious relish.
“We need to do this again,” Bella whispered, finally coming down from the shared frenzy.
Sophia nodded, carefully pulling the silk sheet back over my lower half. “Tomorrow night,” she promised.
They slipped from the bed and padded quietly to the door before disappearing into the hallway.
I lay still for several long minutes, heart pounding, residual pleasure tingling through my limbs. The enormity of what had just happened, what I had allowed to happen, should have crushed me with guilt. Instead, I found myself smirking in the darkness.
Next time, maybe I won’t pretend to be asleep.
The end.
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