Daddy's reawakening - Chap 3 - Sex Stories

Daddy's reawakening - Chap 3

... bouncing on my lap. “C’mon daddy! It doesn’t work if you don’t bounce your knees!” How could I reject her? She was sweet little baby girl. I started to bounce her on my knees, doing short fast little bumps punctuated by the occasional bigger bump. The entire time I was solidly holding her by her hips, and her hands were on my knees, and she was pushing her back into my chest. This went on for while, and I noticed she had really begun to grind into the top of my legs while her back was against me and she was looking up at me, her eyes consumed with lust. I also noticed her nipples had gotten very hard, and were poking through her sheer white nightie. I was getting harder the more sexual her grinding got, and all of a sudden I found myself laughing internally at the thought that there would be yet another wet spot on my sweat pants tonight, and if she kept going pressing the back of her ass against my cock there would also be a third. By now her nightie had ridden up, exposing her inner thighs and panties and my hands had somehow found their way under her nightie and were now settled in on her midriff. All of a sudden her movements got really jerky and she sped up and then slowed down to a crawl. She stretched out her legs and brought her arms up around the back of my head. She looked me in the eye and said, “Thank you daddy. That was always my favorite game, but this time was the best.” then she smiled and said, “I love you.” “Love ya too, cutie pie.” I managed to let out, ...

... stunned at what had just happened. “Daddy, I’m tired, can you tuck me in?” She asked, very innocently. “Sure thing sweetie. Go to bed and I’ll be right behind you.” She leaped off my lap, grabbed Mr. Buttons off of the table and started upstairs, but I couldn’t help myself. It was an old habit I had totally forgot about. I reached out and smacked her on the ass. Her ample tush gave out a loud popping sound and she turned and just wryly smiled at me and said, “See you upstairs…” I gave it a moment and then bravely followed behind. She was laying in bed, but had kicked her blankets and sheet down to her feet. Her arms were wrapped around Mr. Buttons neck in a tight hug. I sat down next to her and pushed a few stray hairs behind her ear. “Goodnight daddy.” “Goodnight. Sleep tight.” I leaned in a kissed her on the forehead, but when I returned back upright she was giving me an angry look. “Wha-” I began to ask, but then I remembered. When she was ten she had been told that she was a big girl because she was double digits. So that night when I kissed her on her forehead she asked me not to anymore, because it made her feel like a little girl. “But you’ll always be my little girl.” I had told her. But she insisted that now that she was all grown up that I kiss her on the mouth, the way grown ups kiss, the way mommy and I kissed. I had to explain that not all grown ups kiss that way, that only people who loved each other kissed like that. “But you love me and I love you daddy.” She had ...