“No Daddy, I mean can I ask you a real favor, one you can’t ever tell momma about.”
This sounded serious, very serious, and I wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. “What’s so important we can’t tell momma about?” I finally asked her.
She looked up and leaned towards me on the sofa cushion, “Daddy it’s a personal secret and I just don’t think momma would understand.”
“Sweetheart you and your mother have always been close. What makes you think you can ask or tell me something and not tell your mother. You two have spent most of the last eight or nine years together while I’ve been away working. She’s always let you have or do almost anything you wanted. Why don’t you want her to know about this favor?”
“Please Daddy, just promise me you won’t tell Mom and then if after I ask you for the favor you say No, then the answer is No. But you just can’t tell mom. Please?”
Let me think about it for a while, okay?
In one quick move she bounced from her seat on the sofa to her knees, throwing her arms around my neck she hugged me tightly and said, “Thank You Daddy,” as she kissed my neck. As she leaned away from me I saw her bouncing had caused her top to shift, allowing her right tit to nearly come completely out of the top, half of her large puffy areola was showing out of the top. She apparently didn’t notice as she sat back down and turned to talk to me. I couldn’t keep my eyes where they belonged as they continued to drift to the sweet looking darker flesh surrounding my daughter’s nipple. The more I fought to avoid the tantalizing view the harder my cock seemed to become.
I turned my attention back to the television, sneaking furtive glances towards Erin’s half-exposed tit every few minutes. All the while I was trying to will my cock down and trying to decide how to handle her “favor.” After about a half-hour the doorbell rang. Erin jumped up and as she did her top lost the fight her tit came spilling all the way out, as she took a step toward the door she nonchalantly scooped her tit back into the confines of the top without missing a beat. With her clothes back in place and the pizza in the kitchen we both grabbed a couple of slices and returned to the den.
As we finished eating I looked over at Erin and said, “Okay, I agree not to tell your mom. I still don’t know if I’ll do the favor or not, so when you’re ready to tell me just let me know.”
Before I had time to react she was in my lap on the sofa with her breasts pressed against my chest and her head on my shoulder as she kissed my neck and cheek, squealing thank you the whole time.
After several minutes she jumped off my lap and headed to her room. Soon she returned with some very nice lingerie and a picture of the guy she called her boyfriend. I immediately recognized some of the lingerie as her mother’s and knew immediately it wasn’t exactly the kind of clothing a girl her age would normally wear. One of the pieces was a practically transparent camisole with a pair of matching lacy crotch less panties and a garter. Another was a beautiful silk set with a thong panty and top that barely covered the nipples of the person wearing it while doing nothing to cover the breasts themselves. There were four or five other pieces, most nearly as daring as the first two. And then she went back to her room one last time. As she returned down the hall she carried two bags of bows, one large and one small. With all of her paraphernalia gathered she sat back down on the sofa with the items between us.
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