Erin came bouncing into the house about an hour later. I told her what her mother had said and she just smiled and said “OK dad, I’ll go do my homework and then we can talk or play a game or maybe you can help with something for my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend, when did this happen,” I asked.
Oh Daddy,” she whined, “I’m a senior now, momma said it was okay and she doesn’t let me just go anywhere with him.”
“OK, I guess we can talk more about this later, go ahead and do your homework.”
Erin gave me a kiss on the cheek and I realized just how much she had really grown as I felt her body crush against my forearm.
About an hour-and-a-half later Erin came bouncing out of her room dressed in a pair of gym shorts over a pair of tights and a tight fitting bare midriff top with nothing under it. And when I say bouncing that is what I mean. As she came down the hall her breasts were swaying and straining against the material of the top, threatening to pop free at every quick movement.
Brandy was a great looking 36 at the time. With long Auburn hair she weighed about 105 and stood 5’2″ with a small waist, and gravity defying 35C boobs topped by hard, small areolas barely larger around then the nipples themselves. Her nipples were about 1/2″ long when they weren’t hard, when they were they jumped out to more than 1″ in length. They were a beautiful light rosy-pink color, just dark enough you could tell from a distance where the flesh of her tit ended and the areola began.
Even though I had never really seen Erin nude, not since she was about 6 anyways, it was obvious that she had taken more from me. Her hair was darker with a slight red-tinge and her skin was darker than her mother’s complexion. From the fit of the top and the thin material it was made from I could easily tell that her breasts were already nearly as large as her mothers, but the nipples and areolas were obviously darker and of a different shape than Brandy’s. Through the material of the top I could make out the outline of both her areola and nipples, there was no doubt about the puffy contour beneath her shirt. Erin’s time in dance had shaped her legs and ass very nicely, making her ass cheeks stand up high, hard and round -squeezably round and hard.
Erin finally made it to the sofa where I was sitting and plopped down on the cushion beside me. My cock was already semi-hard from watching her approach up the hall and across the room to where I sat, and I was hoping she wouldn’t notice it while I paid attention to the television in hopes that would take my mind away from her cute tits. Believe me, daughter or no daughter they were cute.
She slowly settled in and cuddled into my side. I put my arm up around her shoulder and asked what she wanted for supper. We agreed upon a pizza and I called in the order. As I finished the order she turned a little on the couch to face me and got a real serious look on her face.
“Daddy.” she said plaintively.
“Yes, sweetie.” I responded.
“Can I ask you a favor?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
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