After putting his cock back in his pants, Del used his tie to wipe his cum off the steering wheel. He figured he had the rest of his drive home to think of something to tell his daughter about sending the pictures to the wrong number, but then his phone buzzed before he could start the car. It was another message from Lauren, but there was no picture this time.
Omg, Dad, I’m so sorry! Meant to send those to Roxanne! We went shopping today.
Don’t worry, sweetheart, he wrote back. I was pretty sure you had the wrong number, haha.
I’m so so sorry. So embarrassed now.
Don’t be, honey. You look amazing in them.
Seriously?
Definitely. Can I save them?
Really?!
Yeah.
K, she wrote back, including a blushing little smiley face.
You could send me pictures anytime. I always love to see my pretty baby girl.
Omg, Dad, I’m not pretty. I’m so fat!
You’re seriously beautiful, sweetheart. Just trust me on that.
Of course you’d say that. You’re my dad.
Del just sent her a smile emoji, trying to be cautious about saying more than he should. For some reason, it was easier to text a conversation like this than have it face to face. Having to look into his daughter’s deep, brown eyes always turned him into mush.
After a minute or so of no messages, he finally texted: Father or not, trust me, baby, you’re seriously hot.
The second he sent the message he regretted telling his daughter she was hot. He should have just said she was beautiful. That would have been a better word for a father to use about his own daughter. Lauren sent back another blushing smiley, with another text a few seconds later.
There does happen to be one more, but I don’t think I should send it.
Why?
It’s bad. It was Roxanne’s whole idea.
Maybe you should let me see, then. I can tell you if it’s bad.
The conversation went silent for a couple of minutes. Del was sure he went over the edge trying to encourage his daughter to send a picture she thought was “bad”. He tried to decide if he should call her or just start the car and drive home, but his phone buzzed again before he could. The third picture was similar to the others, but in this one she’d pulled the bottom edge of her top just high enough to expose her nipples. Her nubs were thick and hard, set at the center of large, caramel colored areolas. There were inverted V-shaped tan lines gracing her big, lush tits hinting at a bikini her father had never seen her wear in front of him.
Despite the cum from his orgasm still being wet on his shirt, Del’s cock was already stirring with new sensation while he stared at Lauren’s latest picture. The sight of her swollen nipples was nothing short of mouth-watering and the longer he stared at them the more he was aching to suck and taste them. He wanted to run his tongue all over the smooth flesh of her prominent orbs and listen to the sound of her loving sighs and moans. Already rubbing his cock through his pants again, he found himself trying to imagine what kind of sounds his daughter uttered when she was aroused.
He almost wished he hadn’t encouraged Lauren to send the last picture. It only made him want her more and more by the second, and the more he wanted her the more impossible it seemed to be able to stop. He was even beginning to feel like he was entitled to her. She was his daughter. Why shouldn’t she naturally belong to him? It seemed downright profane that anyone else should ever be able to savor his own girl’s sumptuous body.