Better Late Than Never

It was my daughter's thirtieth birthday and though she and her husband lived over a hundred miles away I made the effort to go and visit her on her birthday. This was an unusual year for it was the first time I had gone to see Mary without my wife Claire; her mother was ill and she was staying with her for a few days to look after her, the trip seemed slightly longer without company. When I finally arrived at my daughter's house at nine thirty in the morning it was raining, typically this was not what had been forecast for the day and like a fool I had worn a light suit, by the time I got to the door I was soaked through.

"Dad," Mary greeted me as she opened the door, "come in quick, you're soaked."

Squelching slightly I went inside and stood dripping on the hall carpet as she closed the door, I was a little puzzled that there was no sign of Mary's husband, George, but I had other concerns and paid this little mind.

"Happy birthday love." I grinned as I held out her present.

It was only a gift voucher, but I knew that Mary would put it to good use, she'd probably spend it on a new dress, my girl liked her clothes, but then again she had always had the figure and face to display clothes to their best. She thanked me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek then looked at my sodden clothes and the damp I'd transferred to her dress.

"Let's get you out of those things," She smiled, "I'm sure I've got something you can wear while these dry."

Mary took me up to the bathroom and while I stripped off my wet clothes she went off to find me something to wear, when she came back she handed me a terry towelling robe then left me to go downstairs to put the kettle on. Taking the towel from my waist I put on the robe and wrapped it around me, I had been so wet that even my underpants had got wet so I was starkers under that thick, warm robe. A few moments later Mary came back upstairs.

"Are you decent?" She called through the bathroom door.

"Yes." I called back.

"Pity." She said as she came in.

She quickly hung up my clothes over the bath then put on the bathroom heater, I noticed that she had changed her dress; the one she now wore was short and had a plunging neckline that showed off one hell of a cleavage. Even if I was her father I enjoyed the sight of her with mixed pride and a touch of arousal, wrong of me maybe, but it had always been like that. Even at thirty my little girl was worth more than a second glance, especially her large 38-inch breasts. If the truth were known I was more than a little over-sexed, yet Claire was the exact opposite, in thirty-five years of marriage I had yet to convince her that sex was not something you only did once a week, in bed and with the lights out, despite this I had never been unfaithful to my wife. Most of my relief came from wanking which I did at least once a day, but it never really satisfied me and I spent a lot of time ogling young girls and wishing; at fifty-five I was becoming the archetypal 'dirty old man'.

"They'll be dry before you have to leave." Mary smiled cutting across my thoughts.

We went downstairs and I was pointed towards the living room while Mary went out to the kitchen to make the tea, sitting in an armchair I wondered again about the absence of George. Mary came in a few minutes later with a tray and all the makings for a cuppa, she grinned as she put the tray down on the coffee table, deftly she poured us both a cup then sat down on the couch opposite me. I smiled at the sight of her short dress riding up to reveal more of her long, slender legs then brought my attention back to the present.

"Where's George?" I asked curiously.

"Gone." She replied simply.

"Gone as in away on business or gone as in never coming back?" I asked leaning forward.

"As in never coming back." She smiled, "Not that he'll be a great loss dad, you were right all along, he was no good."

"I'm sorry love." I sighed in sympathy.

"Don't be," Mary laughed, "I feel a lot better now he's gone. I'm divorcing him; he's not contesting it so it should all be over in a few weeks. Once I'm a free woman again I plan on selling the house and moving back near you and mum."

"That would be nice," I smiled at the thought, "we'd get to see you more than twice a year."

We chatted about things in general for about half an hour or so before I found out the reason George had left her.

"He claimed that I was making excessive demands of him," She laughed in answer to my questioning, "anyone would think sex more than once a week was a reasonable request nowadays wouldn't you, but not George, once a week, in bed without lights and that's it."

"Sounds a lot like your mother." I grinned.

As you may have guessed Mary and I were very open with each other, we had always had this close type of relationship and she had always brought her problems to me rather than to her mother, especially when the problem involved the matter of sex.

"Lord is she still like that," my daughter laughed, "how on earth do you stand it? You haven't got yourself a bit on the side have you?"

"I've managed to resist the temptation." I grinned, "What about you?"

"Oh," She smiled all innocence, "I'm not as strong willed as you are dad, I sort of slipped once or twice."

"Does George know?" I asked unsurprised by her confession.

"Lord no," She laughed, "like sex, it never occurred to him. Anyway dad, you ought to get yourself a bit of fluff, it would do wonders for you."

"For all her faults I still love your mother young lady and I do not intend causing her grief if I can help it." I said seriously then smiled, "Besides, who'd be interest in a randy old goat like me?"

"Would you like a list?" Mary laughed.

The subject moved on to other things and the time flew by, lunch time came and Mary went out into the kitchen to fix us a little something while I looked out the living room window at the pouring rain. From the kitchen I could hear the noise of my daughter preparing the lunch and a radio going in the background; smiling to myself I wondered what Claire was doing then headed towards the kitchen to see if Mary wanted some help. As I entered the kitchen the news was going on the radio standing on the work-surface, I walked in just in time to hear that due to a lightening strike by rail workers all British Rail services had been brought to a standstill.

"That's all I need." I sighed as Mary turned off the radio.

"You'd better phone the station to see if there will be a train back today." My daughter suggested.

So I phoned the station and, after a long wait for someone to pick up the phone, I learnt that there was no chance of a train that day and that services the following day looked just as doubtful. Mary was carrying trays through to the living room as I hung up the phone, I told her the bad news as I followed her in.

"Well that's no problem," She smiled as she set down the trays, "give mum a ring later and let her know your stuck here. I can put you up in the spare room."

"Thanks love." I smiled as I sat down.

Lunch was a cold collection of meats, cheeses and rolls; Mary had opened a litre of wine and insisted that the bottle had to be drained with our repast.

"Are you trying to get me drunk young lady?" I quipped.

"Of course," She grinned, "then I can have my wicked way with you."

Now I'm not a great drinker and the wine soon made me feel light headed and more than a little fruity, which was one of the reasons I didn't drink that much. Mind you Mary was as bad, she quickly got giggly and our chatter descended right into the gutter, we laughed and made bawdy jokes and were having a thoroughly good time. A little later I rang my wife and told her the bad news, her response was unconcerned, after all she knew where I was and who I was with. When I finished the call I flopped into the armchair and grinned at my daughter.

"She isn't worrying about me." I grinned.

"Now how does she know you're not ringing from the home of some sexy dolly bird who is waiting to ravish you?" Mary grinned.

"Well she knows that I'm with a sexy dolly bird anyway," I grinned back, "and the thought of the other just wouldn't occur to her."

"Do you really think I'm a sexy dolly bird?" Mary laughed.

"Very." I grinned, "Mind you I may be prejudiced."

We had some more wine which made the conversation degenerate even more, but neither of us was concerned about it, we were having too much fun.

"Which part of me is the sexiest?" Mary asked some time later.

"Eh? Oh, I don't know." I replied, "All of you I think."

"No, come on dad," She laughed, "if I wasn't your daughter which part of me would turn you on the most?"

"Well if you weren't my daughter," I grinned playing along with her, "I'd be torn between those lovely tits of yours and those long legs."

Mary laughed and cupped her tits, pushing them up and increasing the amount of cleavage that was showing.

"You mean these tits?" She giggled.

"The very ones." I laughed at her antics.

"And I bet you'd just love to feel my long legs wrapping around you as you fucked me." She laughed.

"I'd love it." I laughed feeling strangely excited by our conversation.

"Well if I wasn't your daughter," Mary laughed, "I'd be at the head of the list of women after your body."

"You'd be the biggest temptation on the list I'm sure." I laughed.

"Daddyo, I'd be the temptation you couldn't resist." Mary shrieked with laughter as she stood up.

With exaggerated sways of her hips my daughter strutted around the room, we were both laughing so much we were almost crying.

"Where would we meet?" Mary mused as she swayed sensuously across the room towards me, her long, blonde hair fluffing as she walked, "I know, at a dimly lit ballroom, there'd be just you and me and the band and I'd come over to where you were sitting..."

"And I'd watch you coming towards me" I cut in as I joined in her game, "and jump up to ask you to dance."

As I spoke I got to my feet and bowed to my daughter then held out my arms in the classic dance position, she came into my arms and we did a little waltz with the regulation space between us.

"And while we danced we'd just sort of drift together," Mary said softly matching action to words, "you'd put your arms around me and we'd just drift around the floor."

Holding my daughter's delectable body to me I swayed to the imaginary music, her head came down on my shoulder, her face turned towards mine, I could feel the gentle puff of her breath on my cheek, smell the faint hint of her shampoo and the heady musk of her perfume. I was also very much aware of the pleasure that I was getting from my daughter's body as it gently rubbed against me as we moved, so much so that my prick gave a twitch and began a slow rise towards erection.

"Mmm," Mary sighed, "this is nice."

Turning my head a little I found myself looking into my daughter's deep blue eyes, she smiled at me then tilted her head towards me, her lips brushed across mine and I felt a tingle of excitement at the light touch of her warm lips on mine.

"We'd dance like this for ages," Mary said softly going on with her game of pretend, "every now and then we'd kiss briefly..."

Once again her lips brushed across my lips, and once again I felt the tingle of excitement run through me making my cock grow all the faster.

"...Then you'd lean over and kiss me firmly." Mary ended on a wistful note.

Her words seemed to echo in my mind as I leant my head towards her and kissed her firmly on the lips, firmly and demandingly. The pleasure that ran through me from that kiss was like nothing I had ever felt before, and the pleasure grew as Mary returned my kiss. When I eventually parted our lips my breathing was fast and I felt a glow in my loins; Mary's eyes were closed, her lips parted a little as she took a deep happy breath.

"Again." She whispered.

I kissed her again and felt her lips press tight to mine as our passions rose; her body seemed to melt against me as I held her in my arms. Any pretence at dancing was quickly forgotten in the pleasure of that kiss and when I parted our lips again my daughter sighed and kissed my neck.

"What would happen next?" I breathed excitedly.

God knows what had gotten into me, but I was willing, even eager to carry out the role her fantasy story was assigning me; with bated breath I waited for my daughter to speak.

"Next you'd slide your hands down my back" She sighed as I moved my hands, "right down to my bum. Then you'd pull me tight to you and kiss me again."

My hands rested on the swell of her buttocks as I pulled her lower body tight to mine and leant forward to kiss her, but before our lips met Mary added something else.

"While we kissed you'd slide your hands under the hem of my dress and onto my panties then you'd play with my bum." She whispered hurriedly.

As our lips met I slid my hands under my daughter's dress and placed them on her buttocks, I could feel the warmth of her skin on my palms as I stroked her. The panties she wore were so small and flimsy that I rarely touched them in all my stroking. Our kiss became more passionate, spearing my tongue into her mouth I ran the fingers of one hand down the crack of her bum over her flimsy panties, my daughter responded by giving a low moan of enjoyment that excited me even more.

"Then?" I sighed when I eventually parted our lips.

Mary breathed deeply as my hands continued to rub against her buttocks, I felt her push against my hands then sigh happily.

"Then, you'd reach up with one hand," She breathed so quietly that I could barely hear her, "and unzip my dress..."

Moving one of my hands I found the zip of the dress and gently tugged at it, as though well oiled it opened easily, sliding without pause all the way down.

"...You'd part us just long enough to push it off then you'd take me in your arms again and run your hands all over me as we kissed." Mary whispered.

Pushing her away from me a little I pushed her dress off her shoulders, let it slide down her body to the floor; lovingly I gazed at my daughters smooth, lightly tanned skin as she stepped out of the dress, and kicked it out of the way with a quick flick of a foot. Pulling her to me I placed my lips on hers and kissed her hungrily, my hands roving over her body, savouring the feel of her soft skin, the swell of her bra encased tits and the firmness of her buttocks. As my hands moved over her body Mary began to tug at my robe, her fingers struggling to push the material open, I sighed into her mouth when I felt her hands run over my bare chest and stomach.

With each moment that passed I felt more aroused, my skin was tingling where she was touching me and my cock, by now fully erect, was throbbing with excitement, my daughter's responses to my caresses were even more exciting and I breathlessly parted our lips to find out what path her fantasy would take next. Mary's eyes were closed when I leant back to look at her, her breathing fast, irregular, looking down I saw the swell of her tits over her bra, and the temptation to remove the thin barrier was overwhelming. One handed I snapped open the catches of the bra then slid it off her shoulders and down her arms; the breath caught in my chest as I gazed at her large tits and her dark, excited and exciting nipples. Tossing the bra aside I raised my hand to her luscious tits and began to play with them.

"Tease my nipples." Mary sighed without opening her eyes.

The gasp my daughter gave as I closed my fingers around her nipples was more than enough proof of her excitement, adding to her excitement I leant forward to take one of her hard pebbles in my mouth.

"Oh that is nice." Mary breathed shakily.

I had to agree with her, the feel of her nipple and the slight saltiness of her skin was like the finest of wines to me, and once uncorked the wine has to be savoured to the full. Sliding my free hand down over her stomach I worked my way towards her pussy, the thin material of her panties giving a little as my hand pressed against them. I could feel the wetness of her juices where they had soaked through the flimsy material and, if I hadn't been sure before, this was the proof that my daughter was well and truly aroused. Her fingers fumbled at the cord around my waist and the robe flapped open, with almost desperate haste she pushed the robe off my shoulders forcing me to move my hands away from her as she pushed the robe off me, but as soon as it had been thrown aside I put one hand back to her tit and the other to the moist gusset of her panties. Mary groaned and pushed down gently onto my hand as it traced the outline of her pussy through the thin material of her panties, still sucking her nipple I slipped my hands to the waistband of her panties and hooked my thumbs in it; with a single motion I pushed the thin wisp of material down then let them fall to the floor around her ankles. Kicking the panties away Mary put a hand to my head and pulled me tight to her tits while I ran my fingers through her pubic hair then over her pussy, tracing the pouting outer lips before sliding them across the moist flesh of her slit.

"Oh yes." Mary sighed, "Right there in the middle of the ballroom you'd take me."

Her hands pulled my head up and her lips landed on mine with such hunger that I thought she would swallow me whole! Raising one hand to her tits I used the thumb of my other hand to tease her large sensitive clitoris while my fingers probed at her hot, wet hole. As my fingers sank into her to the knuckle and my thumb teased her clit my daughter gave a gentle shudder and moaned into my mouth; one of her hands slid down my body until it closed around my hard, excited prick, she squeezed me and a shiver of delight ran through me. Slowly I made love to my daughter with my fingers, pushing deep into her then pulling almost all the way out while my thumb circled and pressed her clit. Mary sighed and groaned, her lips never leaving mine as my actions pushed her towards a climax, her body moving in time to my fingers. Then she surged against me, her pussy swallowing and grasping at my fingers, her lips crushing against mine as a shudder ran through her, I felt her knees sag and gently lowered her to the floor, covering her with my body as she lay back. Her hand stroked my cock a few times then pulled it towards her pussy, eagerly I pressed forward until I felt my cock slide a little way into her. Our lips parted and for a moment we froze in that position, I looked down into my daughter's eyes, eyes that burnt with a hunger that matched my own.

Watching my daughter's face I pressed forward, my prick slid slowly deeper into her pussy, her muscles gripping me as though to ensure my cock could not escape even had it wished to. Mary's lips opened in a low cry of pleasure as I filled her with my hard flesh, her eyes half closed with bliss. The feel of her pussy around my cock was sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me and when our groins met in a gentle, grinding caress we both groaned from the sheer joy of the moment. Then her long, luscious, shapely legs came up around my back, locking behind me as I started to pull back, leaning down I kissed her with all the lust that was running through me. Her response matched my kiss exactly, her breathing and mine sounding loud in the silence of the room. With long, slow, gentle strokes I began to fuck my daughter, her body moved with mine, her pussy rising up to greet my every thrust eagerly. Our passions mounted even further and our pace quickened, my thrusts becoming firmer as I took her with greater force.

Mary's head twisted to one side parting our lips forcefully, a cry escaped from her lips as I breathed deeply and moved faster in her pussy, my cock sliding deliciously in her surprisingly tight cavern. I could feel her fingers with their long nails raking across my back then digging into my buttocks as her cries grew louder. Then she was surging up against me, her legs gripping me in a hold from which there was no escape, her pussy grinding up against me, clutching at my cock with spasming muscles; she cried out then began to buck and writhe as her orgasm hit her like a solid blow. Adding my own cry of bliss to hers I pushed down even tighter to her, my cock swelled then twitched and my seed erupted deep inside her body with all the heat and force of a volcano, a blast of ecstasy sent my mind reeling to a heaven of pure joyous sensations. For a long rapturous moment I lay stiff and straining then my body relaxed as I let out a loud breath. Giving a few gentle, loving thrusts into Mary's shaking, trembling pussy I went to move away from my daughter, her eyes opened a little and she shook her head.