BBW Daughter Ch. 02

The Next Day -- Chapter 2

I sleep in the next day, well, I laid in bed a bit longer than normal, and I took an extra long time getting ready and dressed for the day. I don't know how to face her, what to say. Will she even still talk to me? Did she tell everyone I know what I pervert I am, getting erections around my daughter and then kissing her in a not fatherly way? Every possible terrible thing is running through my head.

While I am contemplating my shame, I hear some clanking around in the kitchen.

Well, I steel myself. "better go face the music" I think to myself. I walk out slowly, and not very confident.

"Morning sleepyhead!" she says with a big smile. "I got tired of waiting for you, so I started cooking, but I can't find ANYTHING!" she tells me.

I head into the kitchen, a bit surprised by her reaction. I was prepared for anger, the cold shoulder, but not happiness.

"What are you looking for?" I ask, and start looking around the kitchen. There is flour everywhere, some eggs on the counter, some broken shells in the sink. Two or three sizes of mixing bowls, and spoons everywhere.

"I need the mixer thingy! You know, the kind we used to lick the batter off when I was a kid? Doing this by hand is STUPID!" I look at her finally, and she's got flour all over herself, too. I try to hold back a laugh, but I can't.

"STOP it!" she scolds, laughingly.

"See that big red thing over there? With the bowl under it? That's the mixer. I got one of those old-fashioned kinds a few years back. What are you trying to make?"

"I wanted to make biscuits, and I've been taking these cooking classes, and..." she's going on and on, gesturing and I am drawn to her breasts and arms as they both flap and bounce with each movement.

"Is there even enough flour left to make them? Or are you wearing it all?" I say with extreme serious face on. It's all I can do to not break into laughter.

"What?" she stops her rambling. "IS there any...?" She looks at herself, around the kitchen, and says, "Are you serious????? I'm trying to make you breakfast and ..."

I can't hold it in any longer, and I burst out laughing. "Honey, I'm messing with you..."

She gives me the death stare for a second, and then joins in the laugh.

"Oh, LOOK at me! I'm covered!" she finally sees the humor in the whole situation. She then wields her spoon like a knife, "I'm going to beat you!" and steps at me, smiling and laughing.

"Oh no! I'm being murdered!" I laugh as she approaches me.

"You are such a brat!" she tells me. "And you have such clean clothes on, too" she says in a faux threat voice. She proceeds to stalk me into the corner. I'm trapped.

"No!" I yell out as she puts me into a huge bear hug, covering me with flour, too. She presses into me, and starts rubbing herself back and forth across my chest with her much larger and much softer chest.

"Now YOU are covered in flour, too!" She exclaims as she continues to swish her breasts, and I guess her shirt, all over mine. I grab her and pull her tight, as we both laugh. I look down at her, and see her smiling up at me, as we stand in each others arms, just staring at each other, enjoying the moment. I just stare into her eyes, no sound, just smiling and looking.

Finally she breaks the silence, "What? What are you looking at?"

"You make me so happy," I tell her, and I mean it. Me, not being the sappy type, follow that with "That and you got some flour on your face." I reach up, and wipe it off her rosy, fleshy cheeks for her. "There, all better."

Her smile turns to crocodile tears, of the touching moment variety, not the sad sobbing like yesterday, and she buries her head in my chest. "I love you so much, Daddy." she cries softly. "You are so good to me. You always know what I NEED, and not just what I think I want." She looks up at me again, "I love how you make me feel, and I love HOW you feel when we are holding each other. I feel so safe and like I am wanted. I have so wanted to be wanted again."

She smiles again, and gets on her tippy toes and gives me a kiss. It's between a peck and the 2-3 second soft kiss from last night that sent me reeling in overwhelming feelings of guilt and shame for what I had been thinking. As she gets down her tippy toes, I feel her huge breasts, which had ridden up my body for the kiss, now pressed against me fully. I feel rumblings between my legs as my cock likes the thought of those hefty breasts, and how they felt on him last night on the sofa. I break my gaze from her face, and I look down at her breasts pressing into me, at the roundness of them even through her shirt, how they press against the thin fabric, and the sheer size of them. I avert my gaze back to her face, and I see her giving me that odd look again, but this time with a knowing glint. She caught me checking out her huge tits. Those guilt feelings roll back in.

I try to cover, "Flour! You got me covered in flour." And I pull away from our embrace.

She smiles, and says, "OK, well, show me how this mixer thing works." And grabs my arm and pulls me towards it, my arm pressing against her side breast, and she is holding it against all the soft flesh of her breast and the soft flesh of her puffy arms. My erect cock refuses to subside due to her fawning and pressing my arm against her breasts. She asks questions about the mixer, and then pushes or presses into me, grabbing my arm, doing anything and everything she can to keep my attention on her, and she is not shy about using physical means to do so. My cock stays hard for 30 minutes, and I walk away flushed, excited, and definitely not in my right mind.

I head out and start cleaning the main living room, just to get my mind off all the touching, and try to get into that platonic mood again. After about 10 minutes, I head back into the kitchen area to throw away some trash into the bin, and Kay is finishing up breakfast and bends over to check the biscuits she has baking in the oven. I stop and stare. Her ass almost doubled in size when she bent over, spreading itself wide, and her shorts rode up into her crack, and the curves on each side revealed these massive globes of flesh, bursting against that thin material of her shorts, stretched tight due to the sheer size of it.

All my mind pictures is sliding my hard cock along that crack while my hands fondle those fleshy cheeks until I shove...

"Need something?" she says. My mind slams back to reality world, and fantasy world disappears into a haze.

"I'm, uh, uh, I'm , I'm, I'm hungry, are they done?" I finally stutter through and blurt out.

"Yes, but they are hot, so give them a few minutes. Go wash your hands, you don't know where they've been!" she admonishes me like a schoolchild. Cute, I think.

"Yeah, yeah, one of these days, to the moon!!" I say, never backing down.

I go wash my hands, we eat breakfast, and I keep finding myself glancing at her round breasts, or the fleshiness of her thighs or the curve of her hips, or even the jiggle of the excess skin on her arms. I stare at her face, and the fullness of it, like a full moon, bright and shining, and I realize that her happiness is the most sexy thing I have seen. I know that after these past months of depression, this is what she needs, and I love her so much at this point.

We finish eating, and I volunteer to clean up.

"What we got planned for today?" she asks.

"How about we just head out, show you around town? It's been awhile since you've been here."

"Sounds good, anything works." She smiles.

"Well, I'll clean up, you go get ready."

I wipe everything down, and wash off all the dishes, and am just finishing up when she comes in, "Ok, ready when you are!" she exclaims. I look over and am stunned. She is wearing jeans shorts that form her round ass so nicely, and a tight tank top that reveals a lot of skin, all of her large puffy arms, and it is low cut enough to present a nice view of cleavage between those immense breasts. All I could think about was how those things felt on me last night, and now seeing them, or at least part of them, and I could feel my cock give a little jump.

"You look great and amazing!" I tell her. "Let me change real quick and we'll head out."

I head into my bedroom to change and as I remove my flour covered clothes, it takes a lot of self-control to not start stroking and tear one off right now. I stop myself, "Quit it, idiot." And get dressed.

"Ready to go?" I ask. Kay smiles and replies, "Ready and willing, Daddy!"

We head out and do a quick windshield tour, and we stop at a little park where there is an ice cream vendor and a place to sit. We order, she got chocolate vanilla swirl, I got just vanilla, and we walk around to find an empty bench. I look over at her, and she looks up at me with the most beautiful smile, and a shine in her eyes. I reach around her side hug her as we walk, "I love you so much, dear."

"I love you, too, Daddy." She doesn't pull away but leans into me, and we walk like that, my arm around her while we share a nice quiet moment together.

"Oh, there's an empty bench!" she says, and we both sit down. We don't say a lot, we just take in the scene, and slowly eat our treats. I put my arm around her again as we sit, and she leans into me. I just hold her softly and closely. She feels so cushy and soft and I look down, and am drawn back to her cleavage. The way she is leaning, almost half of her right breast is visible to me at this angle, and I can't look away. That now familiar stirring down below kicks up again, and I tell myself, "Stop it, idiot!" once again.

We stay that way until we both finish, and then we head back across the park to our car. I grab her hand as we walk, and we walk, our clasped hands swaying between us. Every once in a while she leans over and hugs my arm, and I feel the press of her breasts and belly against me, and it does nothing to quell my lower reactions, and my body betrays me again by growing quite erect again as we walked.

We get to the car, and we are about to get in and drive home when I notice that there is some sort of stain on her backside.

"Kay!" I say before she gets in. "There is something on your shorts."

"What, she looks over her shoulder and puts her hand on her ass.

"Ooh, GROSS!" she holds her hand out in horror. "Sticky!"

"What is it?" I query, coming over to look. "turn around."

I examine her bottom, and see that it might be chocolate ice cream, or fudge topping or something.

"Looks like you sat in some spilled ice cream or something."

"Ugh, this is the only pair of shorts I have here!"

"Let me see what I have in the car. " I open the trunk, to look for a towel or something to wipe it off or for her to sit on. No luck. I grab a couple of tissues, and proceed to try and wipe it off her butt.

"Stand still!" I order her, intent on cleaning her off so we can go home. I try to wipe it off, but all I am doing is smearing it in, making it worse.

"It's not coming off." I tell her.

"We're going straight home, right?" she asks me.

"Yeah, why?'

She looks around, and then to my shock, she undoes her shorts, and drops them down, revealing her large, round ass cheeks and a pair of purple thong style panties between those luscious globes. She steps out of the shorts, and bends over to pick them up. I am transfixed, and cannot take my eyes off that massive hunk of flesh. She stands back up, and then plops into the car.

"Let's go!" she hurries me along. "I need to get these washed before they stain!"

I get myself out of my stupor, and hop in the car, and we make our way straight home.

I cannot take my eyes off her large thighs, and the curve of her hips as she sits there next to me. My attention is especially drawn to the purple cloth where her thighs meet and my mind goes immediately into imagination mode, thinking about what lies beneath. This does nothing for my erectile condition. My brain keeps trying to stop me -- "She's your daughter, you idiot!" -- but seeing that near naked flesh cannot stop my more base, primal urges and instinctual sex drive.

We get home, and she looks around. I park near the stairs to the apartment, and I can see that she is a bit nervous about walking to the apartment door.

"It's just like a bathing suit," I tell her. "Plus, I'll be right behind you."

I get out and walk towards the stairs to check out the situation, and then back to her door and open it.

"Come on, coast is clear." I reach down and help her out. She begins walking to the stairwell, and I am right behind her, staring at her ass move back and forth and that thin strip of cloth sliding up and down her crack. She gets to the stairs and starts to climb. About the 3rd stair up, and her cheeks are right at my face level. I am entranced, and follow her up., eyes on all that round flesh just a foot or so from my face. I can feel my face flush as blood rushes to my member below, and my cock is as hard as can be. We get to the landing, and she moves to the door. It's locked. DUH.

"Oh, I got the key!" I reach around her and begin to unlock the door.

I hear her giggle as I'm reaching over her, and my body is pressing into hers, which means my erection is pressing into her ass as I unlock the door. This makes me a bit nervous and flustered, and I drop the keys.

"Oh I got them, Daddy!" she says, and bends over, pressing her ass harder against my erect cock. I could have sworn she took 5 seconds to pick up those keys. She stands back up, and hands me the keys. "Try again" she says, and does not move, so I have to reach over her again, again having my member press into her. I have more luck with the door, this time, and push it open. She doesn't move for a second, and I swear that when she did move forward, she pushed back with her ass a bit first. Probably my imagination, but my imagination was running wild right now as I watched her white globes jiggle as she entered the apartment.

"I'm going to do a load of laundry, can I grab a T-shirt from your room to wear?" she asks me

"Sure, hon!" I say. "They are in the upper left drawer of the dresser." I hear her rummaging in my room, and she goes into her room carrying a T-shirt. She comes back out dressed in my T-shirt, and carrying an armful of clothes.

"Umm, so where is the laundry room?" she asks.

"Behind the kitchen." I tell her, and watch her walk past me towards the kitchen and laundry area. My eyes follow behind, and as I glance at her legs, I notice the way her big calves fold into her knees, and her thigh thicken as they progress up. I hear the swish of skin on skin as those thighs rub each other even before they disappear under my shirt. It was then that I realized that of course she wasn't wearing any shorts, but the purple thong was no longer, and with each step, the shirt moved just enough to reveal the bottom of her ass where it met those thick thighs. I stare until she disappears around the corner.

As soon as she is out of sight, I shake my head, trying to clear myself. "What's wrong with me? She my daughter." I think to myself. It is as if my brain is kicking and fighting my sexual urges, but only wins when Kay is not visible to me. When she is visible, something lustful is taking over and pushing my body in another direction -- that of hormonal lust or a chemical reaction to her pheromones. She's certainly not "my little girl" anymore, in more ways than one, but we still have a bond that is so much more than she could have with a partner, and yet, in other ways, it's one that is so much less. As a father, I share in her life, in her dreams, in her daily protection and a safe place from all the ups and downs of relationships. I will always be there when things come crashing down. I am that rock for her, and that is forever. But a lover shares her in an intimate way that I could never have. They get her in a most vulnerable position, open completely, sharing everything, including her body, for a short period of time, and provide not protection and safe harbor, but intense pleasure and a momentary soul sharing through the physical power of shared orgasm and shared fluids.

"HELLO??????" Her call jerks me back from my thoughts.

"What?" I stammer.

"I've called you like three times. You're just standing there, staring into the ether!"

"yeah, sorry, was lost in thought, I guess."

"Ok, well, "big thinker" (she actually did air quotes, the brat!), can you show me how this thing works?"

"Yeah, sure. Um. Did you put in the soap yet?"

"No, I can't reach it."

I follow her to the laundry area, and she reaches up on her tip toes for the soap. The shirt rides up with her arm, being pulled through the stretch of her reach, revealing almost her entire wide ass, and the fact that she is not wearing anything at all but that T-shirt is confirmed. She drops back down.

"See? It's too far." She reaches again, again with the shirt lift, again with the exposed, naked ass cheeks.

"Here, honey." I reach over her easily and grab the soap. As far as her ass sticks out, my body pressed against it as I reached, and as she dropped down, the shirt was stopped by my body, and her big rear end stayed exposed. I reach over her again, and pull down the fabric softener, and I could have sworn that she pushed back with her backside a little again like she had at the door.

"Ok, so where does it go? I've never had one of these front loading ones!" she says.

"There is a little drawer over here" I say and point to the left.

She turns her herself, sliding that larger rear over my crotch area. I look down, and see her white fleshy behind and asscrack pressing into my body as she pours soap into the machine. My cock begins to rise again, and I step back a bit, and start to walk away into the kitchen.

"Daddy?" I hear from behind me.

I stop and turn. "Yes, love?" She is standing there in my T-shirt, looking do forlorn and lonely and vulnerable.

"Am I? Your love? Do you love me, truly?" The last sentence was almost a whisper.

"Of course dear!" I respond. "Why would you ask that?"

She begins to tear up, and we are back to where we started yesterday.

"Come here, sweetie" I say and open my arms. She falls into them and holds me back as tightly as possible, laying her head on my chest. We stay that way for at least a minute or so, just holding her. I noticed that she isn't crying, but instead has a smile, or more to the point, a smirk, on her face.

"What's up? I thought you were sad?" I query.

"What, I am!" she says, and looks up at me, still in each other's arms, and pouts. "See?" she says, and dopes that "cutesy" face women, and especially women who want something, do.

"You DO love me?" she asks again.

"Of course! Always, and more than anyone in the world do I love you!"

"Would you love me?" she asks, hesitantly and quietly.

"Um, what do you mean, WOULD I?"

She steps up on her tiptoes, and kisses me, again on the lips like yesterday, but this time a little harder. And then back down again. She is still in my arms, looking up at me.

"I love you, Daddy. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. You are always so good to me, and I want to return some of that."

I look back at her face, see her sparkling blue eyes looking at me with such love, see her smile, and I can't resist. I pull her up, and bend my face to hers, and kiss her like I did last night, soft and sensuously, for a quick 2-3 seconds. And I suddenly see her differently -- as both the sexy body that has aroused me physically, AND as a potential lover. I suddenly feel her womanly, soft flesh against me. Those massive breasts pressed against my abdomen, her belly pushing against my crotch. I look down, past her face, and into that cleavage, seeing her globes pressed together and against me. My body reacts, and I feel my cock rise against her heavy flesh.