But now, as she sat in her father’s classroom, Debby was impressed that Martin actually made history sound interesting, unlike the teachers she was used to. They had all been excruciatingly boring, but her father was so much better. He was much better looking, for one thing. He wasn’t even forty years old yet, even though he still looked much younger. The newly graduated eighteen-year-old was already looking forward to when she started college classes on her own in September.
Debby wondered if she’d still think her father was so interesting if she weren’t in love with him. But she was, and the reason wasn’t just his good looks or amazing cock, but the way he was. Even those rare occasions when he was mad at her, he managed to make her feel like she was special and still the most important thing in his life. All of her friends told her how lucky she was, and she just smiled and agreed, never admitting her true feelings. They’d definitely think she’d lost her mind if they knew how she really felt about him.
It had always been like that, but now that Debby had the looks and body that turned men’s heads wherever she went, she could tell how Martin was noticing her, too. She loved every second of his attention and all it could make her think about was taking their relationship to a whole new level. She didn’t care if he was her father and hopefully outfits like the one she was wearing now would make him want to do more than just look.
The girl realized she’d been spoiled having had her father all to herself for most of her life. Her mother had died when Debby was so young she could barely remember her. But two years ago, Martin got married again and his daughter had to find a way to share him with her new stepmother. Debby was as nice to Amanda as she had to be, but in private she called her stepmother that dirty blonde whore who stole my dad.
Debby had been able to hear her father and Amanda having sex plenty of times. The blonde wasn’t shy about the noises she made in their bedroom and Debby could easily tell her dad was keeping her very happy that way. And after feeling his big rod against her ass the other night, she was determined to make him feel better than Amanda ever could.
Martin’s suggestion that his daughter sit in on his classes that summer to get an idea of what college would be like couldn’t have been more convenient. She didn’t want to have to spend too much time stuck at home with Amanda, and it meant she could have a lot of time with her father.
There in Martin’s class, Debby kept crossing and uncrossing her legs as she sat in front, hoping he would catch a look at the skimpy lace panties she had on. She looked around the room and assessed the other girls in class. She knew she looked as good as any of them, if not better. It made Debby smile with satisfaction to see how her father’s eyes were constantly returning to her. He must have glanced at the cleft between her ripe, C cup tits a hundred times.
Martin had helped himself to just as many looks at his daughter’s creamy legs, too, but with the class coming down to the last few minutes, Debby decided to play hardball. She uncrossed her legs and opened them as wide as she could get away with in public, but it was still wide enough to give her father a teasing view of the slim gusset of her panties. She held her position with a pounding heart, waiting to see if the handsome professor would chance a glimpse between his daughter’s thighs.