My daughter, Karen, was returning home from college for a visit. Although I lived alone, since my wife’s death a few years before, I prepared a fantastic welcome-home dinner for her. As she drove up in her little red Subaru, I set the main course out on the table.
“Dad!” she exclaimed as I came to the door to greet her, and we shared a tight hug at the door.
“Welcome home, Karen.”
I was stunned at the way she looked. Even though she had only been away for a few months, she had changed! Her brunette hair, which had cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, was now cut much shorter, and nicely styled. Her glasses were gone, and in their place were tinted contact lenses that heightened the green of her eyes. I had sent a nice looking, but fairly plain girl to school, and a beautiful woman had returned!
“You didn’t tell me about your hair,” I said.
“Oh, yeah! You like it?” She twirled around, and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her light sweater. I was startled to realize that I was getting an erection, looking at her.
Trying to mask my uneasiness, I said, “Looks good on you. Well, come on in — I’ve got dinner ready, and I’m sure that you would like to freshen up before we eat.” We went inside, and I puttered around the kitchen, trying to will my erection away.
During the course of dinner, we chatted about her classes and so forth, and I was able to keep my hormones under control. After dinner, we cleared the table, and I did the dishes while she unpacked. As I was finishing up, she came in and announced that she was retiring early, since she was tired from the long drive. I said good night to her, and kissed her on the forehead.
I went into the living room and sat down to watch the evening news. As usual, there was nothing encouraging on, but I liked to keep abreast of events. A few minutes into the broadcast, I heard Karen calling me. I got up and traced her to the guest bathroom.
She called through the door, “Dad, I forgot to bring a towel in here with me. Can you get me one?”
I told her to wait for a second and went to the linen closet to get one. When I turned around, she was standing in the bathroom door, naked and dripping wet. I stood, rooted to the spot, devouring her body with my eyes, and blushing furiously.
She noticed my discomfiture and giggled, “What’s the matter? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” and strode forward to take the towel from my trembling hands.
“Yeah,” I protested, “but the last time I saw it, it sure didn’t look like THAT!”
She giggled again, wrapping the towel securely around her, and said, “No, I suppose not. Sorry if I embarrassed you, Dad,” and she stood on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek, a mysterious twinkle in her eye. She turned and went into her bedroom, and I got a last tantalizing glimpse of her where the towel came up short.
I went to bed myself, completely confused by my feelings. Sure, she was an astonishingly lovely young woman, but she was also my daughter! I ended up masturbating wildly, thinking of her rosy-tipped breasts and carefully trimmed pubic bush, fantasizing about her soft, firm ass. As I neared orgasm, the door slowly swung open and I froze. Karen stood silhouetted in the doorway, wearing only a short nightgown.
The look of shock on her face slowly transformed into a knowing smile, and it was my turn to wear a shocked expression as she shed the nightie and approached my bed. She walked like a lioness stalking her prey, with a slow, seductive roll to her hips. Her breasts bounced slightly with each step, mesmerizing me.