Doing Mom's Job by bigbrother07
Rating: 95%, Read 121899 times, Posted Jan 06, 2021
My ex wife was a big slut. Unfortunately I did not find this out until she ran off with her boss's twenty-two year old son. Tina and I had been married for nineteen years and had one daughter, Kimberly.
Our marriage had been like most. We had good times and bad. She had gotten pregnant when she was a senior in high school. I was already in my second year of college. I transferred to a local community college, and we got married. Things were fine, our sex life was great, then the baby came. It was like we were stuck in a whirlwind.
Fast forward eighteen years.
Tina landed a new job, and within months her attitude changed. She is and has always been a beautiful woman, but her new attitude changed her from her modest lifestyle to one that was a little wilder. Her skirts became shorter, the makeup also became thicker. When I asked her about her change, she told me I was crazy or accused me of the one that had changed.
Six months after she landed the job, she was scheduled to attend a training seminar. While she was there, apparently she and her boss' son hit it off in more ways than one. When she returned, while I was at work, she came into the house and cleaned out all her stuff. When I got home after work, all I found of hers was a note.
In her note, she stated that Kim was grown so now it was time for her to have fun. Three days later I was served with divorce papers. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. The divorce decree stated I received the house, cars, and pretty much everything, including the responsibility of our daughter Kim and her education.
Kimberly was the spitting image of her mother. The only real significant difference was that Kimberly was thicker than her mother. By thicker, I am not meaning fat. My ex weighed about a hundred pounds soaking wet, with a bony ass and almost no tits. Even when she was pregnant, her breasts never got bigger than a B cup.
Kimberly, however, was about thirty pounds heavier than her mother. Her breasts were not big, but they were obviously larger than her mothers. Kimberly ran track, so her thighs and calves were well toned. She also had her mother’s complexion. There was just enough Native American in the lineage, that it kept them with a natural tan.
Kimberly was my pride and joy. She was a great athlete, straight A student, and when she wasn’t studying or competing, she worked in my office as a clerk. She always had a cheerful personality and even with her mom leaving, she always found a silver lining in every dark cloud.
She never gave me a moment's trouble until about three weeks ago.
I had some things to do around the house, so I left work around noon. It was a spur of the moment decision so I had not told Kimberly that I would be home when she got out of school. She was a senior in high school, and had her own means of travel so there should have not been a problem.
I was busy in the garage when I heard her drive up. My truck was in the back so she had no clue I was home. I heard the door shut as she entered the front door. I was at a good stopping point so I decided to go in and see how her day had been.
When I entered from the garage, I was shocked to see what my little girl was wearing. When she had left for school, she was in a knee length skirt with a nice button up blouse, but now she was wearing a pair of slutty, too short, cut off jeans with a tank top that showed every curve of her beautiful breasts.
She still had not spotted me as I stood just inside the door. I first hoped that she had changed since arriving at home, but I knew that this had not been possible. I had so many emotions going through me. I was hurt that she had snuck around and would be seen in public wearing so little. I was embarrassed at the thought that other people may have judged my parenting skills by allowing her to dress so slutty. Finally I was angry, because wearing skimpy clothes was the first sign of her mother's infidelity.
She was stirring around the kitchen. She was in no hurry to change, because she thought it would be another couple hours before I got home. She apparently was fixing her something to eat, because she opened the cupboard and retrieved some items. When she tiptoed to reach something on the top shelf, her little shorts rode higher up her bottom until the fleshy bottoms of her buttocks were visible.
Then a shameful thought crossed my mind. I had never noticed what a nice ass she had. I snapped out of the lustful stare, she was my daughter. Then she bent over to get a pan from the lower cabinets. Those little shorts rode up even higher and made her puffy labia visible through their denim confines. That was all I could take.
“Kimberly Lynn, what on earth are you wearing?” I asked in a scornful voice as I entered the kitchen.
She was terrified by my abrupt entrance to the point that she dropped the pan she had just taken from the cabinet. She was speechless. Her hands covered her mouth and tears whaled in her big brown eyes. In her frightened state, her nipples had hardened under the thin material of her top. I tried as hard as I could not to notice them, but it was an impossible feat.
“I can not believe you would sneak around and wear something so slutty to school. Is that what you were trying to do? To look like a street walking hooker? If so you achieved it, sweetheart.” I continued, trying to let my rage cover my mouth watering.
“Daddy, I am sorry,” she attempted to apologize.
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. Are you trying to act like your mom? Do you want to be known as a slut? I raised you better than that!”
My words cut through her like a knife, and I regretted them as soon as they left my lips. She backed up to the refrigerator and began to ball her eyes out. She slid down the fridge to the floor. She bent her knees in and buried her face against them. That position did nothing for the carnal thoughts in my head.
The straddle of her shorts were stretched even tighter. Her plump vulva was peeking through the hem of her shorts. I could not tear my eyes away from the sight of the hint of tan skin pressed out of the tightness.
I could not stay mad at her. I knelt down beside her and pulled her to me. My hormones were running wild. Her scent was so sweet. The sweet smell of the shampoo in her hair made my body tingle. Her sobbing stopped suddenly.
She sniffed, “Daddy do you have a boner?” Her words stopped my heart.
I pushed back from her and landed with my butt on the floor. Sure enough there was a tent in my trousers. I felt all the blood rush to my face as I blushed in embarrassment. I was speechless and ashamed.
“Daddy?” she pleaded.
“I am sorry, Kimberly. Some things a man can not control. This is why I don’t like you dressing so provocative. If you have this effect on your father, just think of the effect you would have on a young boy.”
She continued to sniff, and I handed her a tissue. “Honestly Daddy, I didn’t wear this to turn you or anyone else on. I just wanted to feel relaxed today.”
“But you were sneaky about it. You knew I would not approve. You thought you would get home and change without me knowing.”
She nodded in agreement.
I hugged her close again as she continued to get over her sobbing. For the life of me, I could not get my erection to go away. It had been almost eight months since her mom had left, and another couple of months since her mom and I had sex. With all the goings on with the divorce, I had neglected to realize I needed female attention.
“Daddy?” Kimberly’s head pulled away from my chest.
I looked into her brown eyes, “Yes?”
“Can I see it?” Her brown eyes drifted to mine down to the bulge between my legs.
My first thought was to scold her, but I quickly decided that I had done enough of that for one afternoon. Then my thoughts became conflicted. She was my daughter, but she was a woman. She was eighteen and knew right from wrong, even though her request was so wrong.
“I do not think that is a good idea, baby.”
“Please Daddy?” Her brown eyes batted and she gave me the look she used every time she really wanted something. That look that I could not say no to.
I took a deep breath and sucked in my stomach while I unbuckled my belt. She rose up on her knees with the same look she has on Christmas morning. I unzipped my pants and opened the fly. He leaned forward and helped me slide my pants down my buttocks.
While she was bent over, her beautiful breasts were on display down her tank top. Although her bra kept them covered, her cleavage made another jolt of blood rush to my erected member and it jumped inside my boxer briefs.
I rose to my knees and peeled my brief down over my erection. Kimberly gasped when my cock sprung up. Her hands covered her mouth in surprise. This surprised me. I am not what one would call endowed. From what I have read and heard, I fit into the average range. However, my ex had always complimented my girth.
We both were sitting on our knees in the middle of the kitchen. Her dressed in her slutty outfit, me in only my t-shirt with my trousers around my thighs. She finally got over her surprise and was examining my manhood.
“Does it hurt? I mean with it being so hard?” She was so innocent.
“Hurt, yeah kinda, but I would not call it pain, it is more like pressure.”
She lowered her head closer, again her tank top opened and gave me a view of her tanned breasts. I could feel her warm breath on my skin. When she rose back up her nipples were visibly harder than before.
They must have been causing her some discomfort because as she sat back on her heels, her hands squeezed both her breasts. A sweet aroma hit my senses, and I recognize the scent of arousal. It was very similar to her mothers. She was as turned on as I was. My next move would be the icebreaker. I had to calculate it carefully.
I knew she was my daughter, but at the state of arousal I was in, that was not an issue for me. However, I did not know how she would react if I proceeded hastily. I didn't want to scare her. I assumed she was a virgin, but after her actions that day, I doubted how well I really knew her.
I sat and watched her. Her eyes never left my cock, nor did her hands leave her breasts. She continued to squeeze her ample bosoms. My cock was harder than I had ever remembered it being. The breeze from the ceiling fan caused it to jerk. I had to proceed. Either she would accept the offer or reject it. If she rejected, at least I could excuse myself and masturbate for some relief.
“Would you like to touch it?”
She gave me no answer, but moved forward. Her small, tanned fingers immediately wrapped around my shaft. Her thumb gently moved up and down the large vein on the underside of my shaft. She has definitely done this before, I thought.
She squeezed her fingers around my shaft. I reached and pulled the back of her tank top toward me and exposed her back. I could see the swells of her buttocks down the back of her shorts. She rose to assist me in removing her tank top. She freed one arm then swapped hands on my cock to completely remove the thin top.
She leaned down again. She was so close to the head of my cock that her breath enveloped it. My fingers fumbled with the clasps of her bra. I was shaking as if it was my first time. The back straps of the bra opened leaving her back completely bare. I ran my fingers up her spine and she moaned.
As soon as her moan subsided, I felt the most amazing feeling. My cock entered her mouth. She only licked and sucked on my head, but the feeling was indescribable. My hands rubbed up and down the soft skin of her sides, with my fingers gently grazing the soft, fleshy sides of her breasts. With every stroke of her breasts I made, Kimberly took more of me into her mouth.
She was not an expert, her teeth grazed over my sensitive head, but she was good enough to give me an enormous feeling of erotica. My hands moved down and cupped her breasts. As I slipped her nipples between my middle and forefingers, she moaned and took more of me in her mouth. The tip of my cock felt her throat contract as she took more than she could handle.
My balls were aching. It had been a long time since I had been so aroused. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I felt the urge to shove my cock deep into her mouth, but I withheld. I didn't want this to be a bad experience. Her soft hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls. That pushed me to the point of no return.
“Baby, Daddy is about to cum. You may want to move,” I said breathlessly.
She slipped my cock out of her mouth but her hand moved into its place and stroked me. She looked up at me and smiled as the first rush of cum made a beeline toward its exit. I groaned loudly as the first wave of my orgasm hit. My toes curled as the first shot of cum shot from my cock onto the kitchen floor. I became light headed as my cock continued to spew wave after wave of thick cream.
Kimberly was a trooper. She continued to stroke me until every last drop was on the floor. Then she giggled and licked her fingers.
My cock began to deflate as she watched. My whole body tingled. I didn't know what to do next as I looked at my daughter, topless, sitting back on her heels. I knew I wanted more, but in my euforia, I was too weak to move.
“I made a mess, huh Daddy?” She giggled.
“We made a mess, baby.”
She stood, still topless and walked to the cabinets and pulled out a dish cloth. She knelt down in front of me and wiped my cum from the floor. The whole time all I could not keep my eyes off of her tanned breasts swaying with her movements.
When she was done, she got back up and carried the cloth to the laundry room. By the time she had returned, I had regained enough strength to stand. When she walked in, I was pulling my boxer briefs back up. She walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“It is amazing how it can be so small, but grow so big.”
“Yeah, it is a true freak of nature.”
“I have a confession to make, Daddy,” she said as she bowed her head as if she was embarrassed. “I didn't wear those clothes to school. I knew you were home. I called the office and they said you had left. I stopped and changed at the supermarket. I wanted to see if you what you thought of my body, but never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be so amazing.”
“I forgive you Kimberly. It was amazing, but there is so much more that we could do, but only if and when you are ready.”
“I know Daddy, and I want to experience it all with you. I want to be the woman for you that mom couldnt be.”
She raised her head and kissed me. Her silky tongue slipped into my mouth as I pulled her closer. Her firm breasts pressed into my chest. I knew this was only the beginning and my cock began to react to the erotic kiss. I knew there would be more, but I was going to let her take the lead.
She broke the kiss and smiled. “I was about to fix something to eat. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I have worked up quite an appetite,” I replied.
“Do you mind if I stay topless? I hate wearing a bra.”
“Anything you want baby.”
Rating: 95%, Read 121899 times, Posted Jan 06, 2021
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