My daughter Claire and I - Sex Stories

My daughter Claire and I

... bed. I still avoided her pussy and I would not let her touch my cock, but I allowed myself to play with her breasts without any inhibition. Then, when I was organising breakfast, Claire started coming into the kitchen in the morning, still naked. I wanted to argue against this, but the truth is that I loved seeing her naked body, and since we now slept together and showered together, there did not seem to be a reason to insist that she dress before breakfast. Once I had accepted that she eat her breakfast naked she started working on me. “Daddy! You seem to enjoy looking at my naked body at breakfast time. Do you think that it's fair that you're always dressed when we're having breakfast?” “Honey. You see me naked when we're in bed together and when we shower together. Isn't that enough for you?” “No Daddy. I want us to spend as much time as possible, naked together. It is something special that you and I do together. Please, Daddy?” I was flattered that she wanted to see me naked, more often than in bed and in the shower. I started eating breakfast with her before I got dressed for work. I kept a gown near each of the front and back doors in case someone knocked before I was dressed. Of course Claire did not stop there. Some months later, when I got home from work I found her in the kitchen, preparing our dinner, naked except for an apron tied around her waist. I could not resist walking up behind her, cupping her breasts and pulling her body back against mine. I kissed ...

... her neck. “Hello, Daddy. Welcome home. You can kiss me like that whenever you come home.” “Your beautiful body is something wonderful to come home to. What's for dinner?” “Pasta with marinara sauce. Do you really think my body is beautiful? My tits aren't very big.” “Yes you are beautiful. Your tits still aren't enormous, but already they're quite a lot bigger than they were when your mum left us a few years ago. I know because I measure them every night in bed. It wont be long before they'll be real handfuls.” Claire snickered. “Is that what you think of me? That I'm a real handful?” “Well! You certainly seem to twist me around your little finger. I wasn't even surprised to find you naked again when I got home. What have you got against wearing clothes?” “I've already told you Daddy. It means that we are special to each other.” “I suppose that you expect me to undress for dinner?” “Would you Daddy? Please, Daddy?” So I went to our bedroom and came back naked. When I got back to the kitchen, our dinners were on the table and Claire had discarded her apron. She was pouring a glass of Chardonnay. “Is it all right if I have a glass of wine too, Daddy?” “Yes, Claire, but only one glass.” “Thank you. Cheers.” After dinner I sat in front of the TV. Claire, still naked, came to me and sat in my lap. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips. “I love you Daddy.” “I love you too, Claire, very much.” “Even though I'm a handful?” She giggled. I slipped my hand under her bum. ...