Daughter Gets What She Wants

Daughter Gets What She Wants

Summary: Daughter executes long-term plan to seduce Daddy and to cuckquean Mommy.

Note 1: This is dedicated to TX and Babygirl for requesting the story. And since these special friends happen to be black, Tex and I thought it would be appropriate that for this 2023 illustrated revision of my 2020 story (originally called Daddy Daughter Date Days), the main protagonists Chelsea, Jill and Dan should also be black.

Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for illustrating this story, and for making a number of revisions and additions.

Note 3: Although being released during the Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2023 it can't win as I won the April Fools Competition. As such, just enjoy this wicked remake of a past wicked story.

Jill was devastated by the sudden and unexpected passing of her father. He'd lived on the east coast, and Jill's immediate family was on the west coast, so she hadn't seen him since Christmas... six months ago. They'd made plans to fly over and visit him this summer, but alas, he died just two weeks before their scheduled visit. So as it happened, they arrived as originally scheduled, but to attend his funeral... hardly the pleasurable visit they'd been anticipating.

Even after they returned home afterwards, Jill was still devastated, and so she resolved to make sure her husband Dan and their only child Chelsea reconnected with each other. She also arranged for her recently widowed mother to move nearby, so she wouldn't lose touch with her ever again.

While Chelsea had been a major Daddy's girl when she was young, she was now eighteen, a senior in high school dating a college boy, and thus was now so thoroughly grown up, that she wanted to spend as little time as possible with either of her 'ancient' parents (who were in their early forties). And Chelsea made it clear that besides, her mother was always wrong about everything, and her Dad was way too old-fashioned... as evidenced by his being unhappy with her dating a college boy,

For his part, Dan had started his own business after years of working in construction for other bosses, while constantly complaining about how inept they were. The good news was that his business became instantly successful, because of his well-earned reputation as a hard worker and a creative builder. The bad news was that as a result, he now worked ten or twelve hours a day during the week, plus usually working part- or even full-time on Saturdays.

Jill had immediately put her foot down about his working on Sundays, although he still had to deal with blueprints and other aspects of his business on the Lord's Day. But at least he was home!

Chelsea was also super busy with school. She was a hot young lady with an overlarge body for gymnastics (which she'd worked very hard to dismiss as a problem) but easily suitable for cheerleading, (5'8", 130 pounds, 32c tits; unlike her mother, who was slightly taller, slighter heavier, and had massive 38D tits, and Chelsea was about equally as tall as her father). She excelled in both sports (yes, cheerleading is a sport... and anyone who says differently has never even witnessed the physical regime it takes to excel in the Cirque du Soleil-like tumbling routines it incorporates these days). She also maintained stellar grades, and was being offered triple-threat scholarships for her cheerleading, her gymnastics and her academics), was dating her college boyfriend, was volunteering at an old folks home (which had begun as a resumé builder, but had soon become something she really enjoyed doing, and which had even piqued her interest in nursing as a career), and of course she loved spending time with her friends. Thus, spending time with her parents, who as has been said were respectively wrongheaded and old-fashioned, couldn't possibly fit into her busy schedule.

Yet the death of her grandfather had come as a shock to Chelsea too, so when her mother suggested a weekly Dad and Daughter Date day, she got the point and agreed. She'd always idolized her father when she was younger (all the way until he'd ridiculously attempted to stop her from dating Cody, her college boyfriend)... all her friends drooled over her Dad, and teased her about how they would fuck him in a New York minute if given the chance... and she knew Beth and Jenny weren't just saying that, they both actually would, if the opportunity arose. (Just like her, they both liked their men older... but her Dad would be really angry if he discovered she'd already fucked two men his own age.)

Chelsea had discovered by accident a few months ago, while using her father's laptop for some research, that he had a thing for girls wearing nylon stockings. She'd found a large stash of online porn videos he'd squirreled away, and pretty much all of them featured girls in nylons. Which shouldn't have surprised her... since her Mom wore nylons pretty much every day... but it had. Not the nylons so much, but learning that her Dad was such a major pervert. Yet her discoveries also, much to her surprise, turned her on more than a bit, and she wondered if her father ever perved out about her, since she too often wore nylons (not every day, but a couple days a week, since she'd discovered early on the power of nylons over both men and women... especially older men).

Chelsea liked them so much that she insisted, as head cheerleader in her senior year, to have the entire cheerleading squad wear them with their outfits. There was a brief protest from a couple of her peers, but they were shot down once Chelsea gave them her look: one of a few showstoppers she had in her repertoire. This one portrayed loud and clear: are you actually questioning me? (She also had a seductive look in her arsenal that made both boys and girls melt, and a pouty one that got her out of trouble in almost every situation... except with her mother, who also had at her disposal a similar arsenal of irresistible looks.)

So unknowingly, Jill was setting up her husband for the most temptation-laden series of experiences in his life... a series that over time would revolutionize their family's dynamics.

Weekly Date 1... A Picnic

Jill put together a lavish feast for the first Daughter-Dad Date Day, and she sent them off for a picnic at the beach on a nearby rocky peninsula with tropical vegetation (all of it her own idea).

It was a crazy hot day, and Chelsea ended up reclining on a beach blanket much too close to her Dad, while wearing a bikini that showcased every asset of her body: her legs, her ass, her tits, her gorgeous dark skin, and her athletically toned body.

Dan was also dressed to the effect of unknowingly showcasing his assets in just a pair of shorts, his shirt having come off when it began sticking to his body: his slender but chiseled chest, and his well-defined arms. (He didn't work out, but being a hands-on building contractor, he hardly needed to.)

Dan couldn't help but notice that his little girl had become a woman.

Chelsea couldn't help but admire her Dad's body. He's not aging decrepitly like I'd thought, he's strikingly mature-looking!

They chatted about a variety of topics, including: the importance of them both giving plenty of time and attention to Jill (who still wasn't taking her father's death at all well), agreeing they should hold a special family night for all three of them at least once a month, Chelsea's fall college possibilities (she had a dozen schools offering full-ride scholarships that she needed to choose between), plus many trivial subjects, including why Dan should pay for an online subscription to Disney Plus for their family... to which he agreed.

At one point she got playful, and she jumped onto his back, insisting that her 'steed' charge into the surf, carrying her with him (with her right heel 'unknowingly' pressing into his crotch).

It was a very pleasant day, with each of them returning home happy they'd shared it with each other.

Weekly Date 2... Dress Shopping

"Seriously?" Dan asked.

"Why not?" Jill asked back.

"Because I have no idea what a suitable prom dress these days would even look like," Dan pointed out the obvious.

"Tell you what," Jill said, trying to avoid going herself, since she didn't want to get into numerous arguments with her daughter. She was feeling a bit gun shy, since that had happened consistently the last few times they'd gone shopping together. "You go with her, be supportive of her opinions, and see how it goes. Then if after an hour or two you feel a weekend with my mother would be more fun, then text me, and I'll come save you."

"Fine," Dan said, trying to use the term in the way it was typically used against him... to express he'd do it, but he wasn't overly pleased about it.

"It'll be fun," Jill said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Sure it will. You owe me," Dan said.

"Agreed. I could use a little sausage action tonight," Jill smiled.

They hadn't had any sex since learning Jill's father had passed, so Dan's eyes went wide. "Really?! How about right now?"

"Nope. First you need to fulfill your task," she said, before adding as she squeezed his cock through his pants, "but after you do, maybe I'll even let you have some backdoor action tonight."

"Oh, fuck yeah," Dan groaned, rather overwhelmed; both because the only hand touching his cock for the past two months had been his own, and backdoor action was reserved only for very special occasions like a birthday, anniversary or when she was really drunk.

Chelsea was coming down the hallway from the back yard, and was just about to turn the corner into the kitchen, but she stopped just in time when she heard her mother shock the shit out of her!

"Get your daughter the prom dress she wants, and you can pound my ass tonight," her mother was saying, rubbing her father's cock for a moment. Chelsea had almost interrupted them!

Chelsea thought about saying something and embarrassing the shit out of her mother; she certainly would have done so a couple months ago. Yet these days she was trying hard to be nice, so she resisted, and instead she backed up out of sight and eavesdropped on the intriguing conversation.

"Consider it done," Dan said, his cock raging.

"Consider what done?" Chelsea asked, choosing this as an opportune time to enter the kitchen.

"I'm taking you shopping for your prom dress," Dan said, thinking quickly.

"That's what we're doing for our Dad and Daughter Date today?" Chelsea asked, even though she'd heard clearly that it was.

"Well, that and ice cream," Dan said.

"Ice cream? What am I, six?"

"First, no one is ever too old to go for ice cream," Dan said. "And second, please stop pretending you don't want to go for ice cream."

"Well, after hours of shopping, I'll likely need a treat," Chelsea relented and smiled, actually loving ice cream, and recalling fondly how her Dad had always taken her out for some to cheer her up or to celebrate something, back when she was younger.

"Hours?" Dan gasped.

"Actually, we should get going right away," Chelsea said. "The five hours we still have today might not even be enough time. I'll go change, and we can take off."

"Five hours?" Dan gulped, as Chelsea hurried off to her room.

"Have fun," Jill laughed all sing-song, knowing Dan was in for an excruciating experience (kind of like hers the first time she'd let him fuck her ass... at least until she got used to it, and then she was soon coming without even having her pussy touched). Truth was, Dan had been amazing to her during her emotional breakdown, and he deserved a good fucking... shit, she deserved a good fucking, too.

Chelsea climbed out of her jeans and into a bright yellow sundress, and she put on beige thigh high stockings for two reasons. One: because beige stockings went with almost any dress, and she planned to wear stockings to prom; two: because she wanted to see how her Dad reacted while she sauntered around, flaunting her figure teasingly for him in those sexy outfits and sheer stockings.

She came downstairs, and Dan noticed she was wearing nylons. He asked, "A little dressed up for dress shopping, aren't we?"

"Not at all," Chelsea explained. "I'll need to see what the dresses look like with stockings."

"Well, of course," Dan said, actually admitting that was a great thought. He loved seeing women wearing stockings, and he'd indeed noticed his daughter had started wearing them more often this year... especially in her cheerleading outfit... he was hoping this was a sign that nylon stockings were making a comeback, since they'd been recently as tough to find as a needle in a haystack.

"Let's go, Daddy," she said, using the term 'Daddy' instead of 'Dad' for the first time in years... although she had no idea why.

"I can't wait," Dan said, shaking his head, even while he couldn't help glancing at his daughter's legs in those shiny stockings. It would be a long day.

The next three hours felt like a whirlwind for them both. For Chelsea, since she tried on over thirty dresses and had winnowed them down to three. She also enjoyed, way more than a considerate daughter should, making her father suffer. First, by making him look after her purse; a task considered by many to be far from manly. Second, by asking his opinion on each and every dress, knowing full well he felt inadequate to offer any; the sedate dresses because he was unfamiliar with current styles, and the racy ones because he didn't think he should be looking at his daughter that way. Third, by enjoying how relentlessly she was teasing him by walking around on the linoleum floor with her nylon-clad feet in various pairs of high-heeled sandals that matched the dresses... she didn't know why, but seeing her Dad checking out her legs and feet all day, which should have dismayed her, instead it turned her on.

For his part, Dan had suffered a raging hard-on for the entire three hours... actually longer, since it hadn't gone down since the moment his wife had promised to let him fuck her ass. Yet seeing his daughter wearing his favorite colour of nylons (which his wife had only worn once in the past two months, for the funeral), walking around in open-toed sandals so he could admire her beautiful red toenails glistening through the sheer, beige-coloured nylon had him wallowing in an eroticized mess.

Dan in part blamed his horniness on his wife's promise, his lengthy drought, and his uncontrollable fetish for nylons, especially nylon-clad feet and toes, but mainly he was completely turned on by his daughter. The three hours flew by, but they also seemed like forever (flew by because he loved seeing his daughter in all those sexy dresses and stockings, and forever because his swollen cock had been begging for attention the entire time).

In the end, Chelsea chose a beautiful red gown with which the beige nylons worked perfectly.

They went out for ice cream, Chelsea giddy with excitement at finding the perfect dress, and from her enjoyment of teasing her father so relentlessly... even more fun than teasing her chemistry teacher Mr. Russo, who obviously wanted to fuck her, which she eventually did, in his classroom. She was surprised by the serious ink on his body, since he was a teacher; but since he always wore long-sleeved clothing at school, it must have escaped everyone's notice so long as they weren't undressing him...

...and a Japanese teacher, Ms. Tanaka... no, she didn't teach Japanese, she was Japanese, and she taught Calculus... was definitely a lesbian... even if she didn't know it until Chelsea stripped them both down in her classroom, and they made out...

and another teacher Mrs. Walker, who was already under her spell, and often begged for some anal. Sometimes she complied as if her teacher was the gymnast instead of her! (This was often during school hours, and in her Pet Teacher's classroom.)

Back in the present, Dan was very attracted to their waitress... or does a girl who serves you only ice cream qualify as a proper waitress?... who introduced herself as Camille, but he held himself back from flirting with her. He didn't want Chelsea thinking he was attracted to any girl but her. (Except for her mother, of course.)

Dan was thrilled his daughter was so happy... she'd looked radiant in that red dress, no longer looking like his little girl, but a grown woman. A very hot and sexy grown woman! Yet at the ice cream shop she returned to her sweet girlish side, although still looking sexy in nylons, as he glanced more than once down at her sheer legs, which were keeping his dick hard... so much so that he only glanced at the hot waitress in her pink attire... a sexy fifties diner outfit.

That night Jill kept her word, and after Dan gave her an orgasm orally, the way she came the best (oddly she came only from oral or anal, never from vaginal), he pounded her asshole, and as he pulled out and was about to erupt all over her face (she didn't like the aftermath of cum in her ass), it was his sexy daughter who popped into his head to send him over the top.

As he lay in bed, having experienced the best sex he'd had in a long time, he wondered if it was just because it had been so long, or because he'd been so completely turned on by his daughter all day.