I wake up to a bright, sunny morning. Today, I turn the big four-o and my daughter turns seventeen. My daughter and I share the same birthday. As she has been doing since she was a little girl, dressed in her short robe, she comes bouncing into my room.
“Happy birthday, daddy!” she says as she kisses my cheek.
“Happy birthday, sweetie,” I reply, kissing her in return.
“I have a surprise for you,” she says.
“Really,” I say. “Can’t wait to see what it is.”
I have been widowed now, six years. Her mother died of breast cancer when my daughter was eleven, and my daughter has drawn herself closer to me ever since. I guess, she’s afraid to lose me, too. My daughter removes the blanket from on top of me, which leaves me exposed, except for my boxer-briefs, to her.
“Honey,” I proclaim. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to give you one the few presents I have for you,” she says. “I’m going to give you a blowjob.”
“Sweetie,” I begin. “You can’t do that. It’s not right.”
“But, daddy,” she says. “I just want to make you happy on your birthday. Plus, since it is also my birthday, it’ll make me happy if you let me.”
Before I can protest anymore, she whips my dick out and puts in her mouth, and starts bobbing up and down, licking it like a candy cane every few seconds.
“Oh, yes,” I say. “That’s the way.”
Within seconds, it gets stiff and rises to it’s erected seven inches.
“Gee, dad,” she says. “I didn’t know you could get so hard.”
“You’d be surprised,” I say. “What it can do with the right encouragement.”
She continues bobbing on my dick until I cum in her mouth, which she swallows.
“Mmm,” she says. “Taste good. Now, daddy.” She disrobes. “I want you to eat me out.”
She gets on my bed and sits on my face, so that her seventeen-year-old, shaved pussy is practically in my mouth. I start licking her clitoris as if I was eating cake. She moans.
“Oh, daddy,” she cries. “Lick me all over.”
I continue for several minutes.
“Daddy?” she says.
“Yes, dear,” I reply.
“I want you to fuck me,” she begins. “But, please, be gentle because I’m a virgin.”
“A virgin?” I say.
“Yes, daddy,” she says. “I’ve been saving myself for the right man.”
“But, honey,” I say. “Shouldn’t that be your husband.”
“There’s no better man than you, daddy.”
“But…”
“Please? Remember, it’s my birthday, too, and I want you to pop my cherry.”
“Well, if you put it that way. Okay. I promise to be gentle.”
I get up off the bed and have her lie on her back, across the bed, sideways. I bring her ass to the edge of the bed and put my dick at the opening of her pussy and slowly enter her, breaking the hymen. She lets out a little moan.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “Does that hurt?”
“I’m okay,” she says.”It only hurts a little. Keep going.”
“Okay,” I say, as I enter her a little more.
“Oh, yes,” she cries. “I can feel your dick inside.”
“Just let me know if it’s too much.”
“Don’t worry, just do it.”
I thrust back and forth for several minutes.
“Now,” she says. “Do me doggy style.”
She gets off the bed, faces it and leans on it, with her ass facing me. I enter her from behind. She lets out a little whimper.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
“Yes, daddy,” she replies. “Just fine.”
We go at it several more minutes.
“Daddy?” she says. “Now, one more thing I want from you.”
“What’s that, sweetheart?” I ask.
“I want you to fuck my asshole,” she says.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
With her still leaned over the bed, I spit on her asshole, to moisten it a bit. Then I slowly push my dick in, until I’m at the base of my shaft.
“Does that hurt?” I ask.
“Just a little,” she says. “But go ahead.”
I thrust back and forth. She moans.
“That’s it, daddy,” she says. “Keep going. Harder.”
We continue for several minutes. I take my dick out of her. She gets off the bed, gets down on her knees and sucks my dick, again. After several minutes, I cum in her mouth, again, and she swallows it all, as she did before. After we’re done. She kisses me on the lips, this time.
“Happy birthday, daddy,” she says.
“Happy birthday to you, too,” I reply. “That was the best present I’ve ever received.”
“Me, too. Now, I have to get ready for school. Maybe later, we’ll do it again.”
“That would be the icing on the cake.”
She grabs her robe and leaves, while I go into my bathroom to shower.
THE END