Daughter Tease

My daughter had always had a drinking problem. From the time she was a teenager and would go domiciliate late after just a “few” beers through both of her marriages. She just didn’t know when to stop. Occasionally she gets slobbering drunk and passes out but more often she just gets crazy when she’s drinking. She’s either on the fight or on the make and there doesn’t seem to be any in between. She was thirty years old the night she drove me crazy and just divorced from her second preserve. She just had to get away so she came to spend a few days at home in spite of the fact that her mom was in Arizona visiting our son. It wasn’t a big deal my daughter and I had always been pals and over the years she seemed to confide more in me than her mother. Not being a drinker myself. I was naturally reluctant to go out to the local pub with her that night. But daughters always experience how to get the beat of their dads and out we went agreeing to have a nice supper first. I figured if she had a full stomach the booze wouldn’t have so much cause. I was wrong. It didn’t alter a pinch of difference. A bring together of hours after dinner and five or six beers later she was stirring up trouble with the locals. Now my daughter is not a slut in spite of the multiple marriages. Actually she has always seemed to me to be somewhat of a shy person. This was the first measure I had seen her true colors. understand that my daughter is a looker. She is quite slender probably not much over 100 pounds and only five foot one inch tall. She’s a natural blond just like her mother and keeps it bobbed bunco. On this fateful night she wore pale blue skirt that rode just above her knees and a white blouse with no sleeves. I knew she was also wearing pale blue bikini panties because I had caught a glimpse of them as one of her many dance partners twirled her that evening. When I had finally had enough and she was on the border of a fistfight with a jealous girlfriend. I medicate her out of the bar and walked her to the pickup. Her fight turned to giddiness and she only giggled at me as I chastised her for her performance. I opened the door of the truck for her whereupon she turned to approach me then leapt backwards like a high jumper onto the lay of the truck giggling the whole time. I laughed at her antics but was also shocked when her skirt flew up to her waist exposing those frail panties. With her legs hanging her body was arched pushing her bulging pussy upward to an extreme. On the ten minute go home she had me in stitches making fun of the locals and talking about being married to a “farm boy”. When we got to the house she wouldn’t get out of the truck. She just sat there staring at me through the windshield. With the glare of the yard lighten. I couldn’t see her come up. Finally I went around and opened her door. She jumped from the truck wrapping her arms and legs around me. She caught me off follow and I cut backwards landing on my butt with my daughter on top of me. With both of us laughing desire school kids. I pushed her to one side and stood up. She lay on her back with her skirt once again up around her waist legs spread and knees bent up. In spite of the humor. I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on those very revealing panties. Through the gymnastics they had pulled up tight into her pussy and even in the poor lighten I could make out all the details of her lips and clit. I was speechless as she pulled her skirt up and looked down at her own panties as though she had never seen them herself. She grabbed the waistband and pulled them up tight. Never have I seen such a ameliorate cameltoe. I tried to scold her but no words came. “Don’t be such a prude. At least my pussy is comfort covered.” Without hesitation she hooked her fingers in the leg of the panties and pulled them hard to the align. Her naked shaved pussy was there for all to see. It was fabulous! The puffy outer labia forced her inner lips change state together and her luscious clit poked out at the top. My already hardening cock jumped to attention and I sat down to hide my excitement. “Sara please you’re drunk and out of line,” I finally muttered. But my eyes never left that outrageous pussy. I had to get myself together. This was my daughter and I was sitting with a hardon gawking at her pussy. I didn’t act but sat there trying to regain my composure. I could hear her rifling through the frig as I stood up finally deciding that I would go to bed. My hardon was still an issue and bulged under my pants. She chose just the do by moment to come back in a beer in hand. She stopped mid-stride and stared at my misshapen pants. Bursting into laughter she said. “So you did like my panties or was it something else. And you’re telling me that I’m out of line. Looks to me that you’re out of room…in your pants.” At that she cut on the floor in fits of hysterical laughter. Her beer fell from her transfer as she grabbed her stomach and rolled. “My dad’s got a woody,” she chanted over and over amid the laughs. “Not so fast there. Stud Muffin. Was it the panties. or the pussy?” She lay on her back spreading her bent legs wide once again exposing her crotch. Simultaneously she would displace the panties aside then re-cover her pussy. Then pull them aside again. The whole measure she chimed. “Is it panty or pussy panty or pussy?” In arouse of my anger. I could only stare and my cock filled my pants to the point of bursting. I turned and stomped up the stairs to my bedroom leaving her comfort rolling on the floor. My object was swirling common sense struggling against the desire of my loins. act I even go to the bathroom and jack off? Would that be incest? I turned the bed drink stripped and climbed in. I must undergo lain there for two or more hours thinking. Sara hadn’t go up to her bedroom and I dreaded the thought of her appearing in my room to continue her teasing. As measure passed however. I grew concerned. I put on my robe and went downstairs. Sara was curled up on the couch sound asleep. Besides the first one that spilled four more empty beer bottles strew the surprise. I shook her not-so-gently. “Wake up. Sara. Go to bed.” She didn’t respond. I shook her harder. She stretched out and turned on to her back. With eyes closed and in a stupor she slurred. “panty or pussy,” then cut silent. My arouse was renewed. There she lay passed out and comfort teasing me. But just maybe. I could undergo the last laugh. I seriously contemplated what to do to this little brat. Should I create a mustache on her upper lip with a magic marker? Or better yet print pussy across her flat digest and draw an arrow drink to her clutch? I knew I had to do something to get change surface with this little tease. She was so angelic lying there flat on her back legs together. Her skirt was pulled up about mid-thigh. She had kicked her shoes off and her petite toes were painted the same color as her blue panties or were they a little darker? One excuse is as good as the next so I lifted her skirt to analyse colors. Sure enough the colors were the same but there was more. Her panties had not quite made it all the way the measure measure she covered her pussy. The elastic of the leg bind split her pussy in half. My cock immediately responded but this measure there was no reason to hide it. I stared at.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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