Incest Divorced Dad Moves in with Daughter

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Correct, but I do practice with the nerds. I mean, that's what they're there for, and a lot of them are cute, so it's not a chore to practice!"
Dad sighed but then smiled. Whew! He wasn't mad at me! I was so relieved and thought of something that might help. Because I was a surveillance expert, my apartment was wired with cameras as an insurance policy in case someone gave me a hard time. I could show dad my visits with the old guys so he could see how tame they were. I could even show him most of the nerd clips, especially the beginning ones where we just talked and maybe kissed and groped a bit.
"Dad?"
'Yes?"
"Would you like to see one of the widower clips? They're quite tame. We just chat. It might help put your mind at ease that your beloved daughter has not turned into a drug-addicted, sex-crazed prostitute."
That seemed to throw him off guard, but he said yes.
I got my laptop and started a clip of my favorite widower. He was such a sweety, and dad watched the whole thing and didn't bat an eye.
"And all your widower sessions are like that?"
"Pretty much. We just talk. They enjoy my company, and I enjoy theirs. Do you want to watch a nerd clip of a first-time visit? It will mostly be talking with a little bit of kissing and touching."
He seemed hesitant. "It's okay, dad. I want you to watch, so you can see I'm not doing much."
He didn't say yes, but he didn't say no, so I started the clip of the first visit with my favorite nerd.
When I first saw Simon, I thought, what a cutie! He was slight and shorter than me at five foot eight but had gorgeous, glossy wavy shoulder-length honey brown hair and emerald green eyes that sparkled. I couldn't stop looking at his face, which made me wonder why he would need help from me. There were plenty of girls that would drool over a guy like Simon! Hell, I would!
Then he spoke or tried to. He had a stutter, and I could tell he was trying hard to get the words out but having a tough time. I took his hand, and we sat down on the couch together. I told him to relax and take his time, but he struggled. I stared into his eyes and told him I was going to kiss him until he was ready to chat. We must have kissed for five minutes! He was a natural.
Eventually, he pulled away with a big smile on his face, and I asked about his family. Most guys who are shy around women are not shy with their sisters. It was slow going, but talking about his three sisters and parents seemed to relax him. I adjusted my strategy for Simon. We spoke less, because it was hard for him, and played more! It was pretty easy for me to kiss Simon because he was so cute! We'd kiss a bit and then talk a bit and then kiss a bit more. He was so shy that I had to place his hands on my body in the spots I wanted him to touch, like my legs, thighs, and behind.
Watching the clip reminded me of my days with Simon, and my pussy was getting all steamed up! Dad and I were sitting beside each other on the couch in shorts, and our legs touched. His eyes never left the screen as Simon and I kissed and caressed each other. It was nothing explicit, but the kissing was hot, and I felt dad's body warming up, and he started to breathe a bit deeper. I also noticed the log between his legs stiffening, and it made me wonder how I'd never noticed it before! It was impossible not to notice it! He didn't flaunt it with tight clothes, but there was a visible outline for anybody with eyes in their head. It looked like there was a coiled snake in his shorts now, and I was checking out his snake as he checked me out on the screen. Whew! My pussy was getting wet from thinking about kissing Simon and staring at dad's dick.
I'm not sure how long I sat there in a sexual stupor, but eventually, the recording ended. My panties were sticky, and dad's cock looked like it was going to burst out of his shorts. I excused myself to go to the washroom to wipe myself and give dad a chance to rearrange himself. Dad's cock had calmed down when I came back, but his face was still flushed.
I tried to speak, but I had dry mouth and had to swallow a few times before asking dad what he thought.
"See, dad! Just some harmless kissing and touching. Simon is such a sweety, and he's so cute. It was a pleasure to work with him, and after only a few sessions, Simon had the confidence to ask a girl out. They're a couple now."
He looked over at me and shook his head.
"Whew, honey! That was pretty steamy! Simon had to pay you for that? It looked like you were enjoying his company as much as he was yours!"
I opened my mouth in mock indignation. "Dad! How can you say that! Simon was a tongue-tied mess before he met me, and now he has a girlfriend, and you always told me it's important to enjoy your work! Didn't you?"
He laughed. "Whatever you say, honey! I still think Simon got ripped off having to pay you! Was Simon one of the two you slept with?"
I grinned at him. "That's confidential, dad!"
He laughed.
Dad hadn't fled the room or called me a slut, so it was time to take to go for broke. I wanted to show him the MOST I ever did so he'd know I didn't do a lot. I didn't want him thinking I was a prostitute, and asked if it was okay.
He hesitated but said yes.
I located the movie of the person I was thinking about.
"His name was Kevin, dad. He wasn't as shy as Simon and just wanted a few general tips and verification of his skills."
Kevin Session:
"How do I know how far to go?" Kevin asked.
"Go slow and see how she responds. For example, don't lunge at her mouth or anywhere. Slowly move your mouth closer to hers to give her time to decide and react. If she pulls back or turns her head away, then she's not interested. The same applies to everything else. Slowly move your hand up her leg or slowly move your hand under her shirt or down her pants. Don't rush!"
"How do I know if I'm pleasing her?" Kevin asked.
"Watch your partner to see how she's responding. Try something to see if she likes it. It's not always obvious, but often it is. Hard nipples and a wet pussy are obvious signs. After a while, you'll get to know what your partner likes from trial and error if you're observant."
"Any general guiding principals to pleasing her?" Kevin asked.
"Try to make her come before you do, or at least make sure she comes once. If you cum and leave right away, she will not be impressed, and women talk when they're not impressed. If you come before her, take care of her with your mouth. Even better, use your mouth on her pussy before you enter her, then she'll likely come and appreciate that you made an effort to get her off. Women also talk when they're impressed! And if you make some progress, don't go back and brag to your friends! If she finds out, you're toast! And if I find out you are toast with me!"
Kevin gulped.
"Can we practice some stuff?"
"Sure!"
"Kissing?"
"Sure!"
Kevin and I kissed. There was nothing wrong with his kissing. He pressed gently at first and then firmer when I responded positively. I enjoyed myself because I love kissing, and Kevin was trying hard to please me, which I appreciated.
He slowly moved his hand up my leg to my stomach and breasts. It felt good, and he was going slow like I asked, so I let him slip his hand under my shirt.
I whispered in his ear. "The clasp in on the back."
He clued into what I meant and reached around and unhooked the clasp with one hand. I was impressed.
Soon he was kneading and caressing my breasts and nipples. He gently tugged and squeezed on my nipples. It felt nice, and I was getting aroused and wet.
Kevin's hand slid under my shorts until he hit pay-dirt. A wet pussy! He knew that was a good sign!
He started to rub my clit softly, but I wanted harder and pressed my hand down on his. He got the message and started rubbing harder.
My pussy was hungry and wanted to be licked, so I put my hand on his head and pushed it down. Kevin was a quick study and knew what I wanted. Soon he was licking my pussy. He was licking up and down my pussy lips. I pulled his head up to my clit, and he continued licking. Much better!
I was getting close and started to moan and squirm. I wrapped my legs around his neck and pulled his face tight against my pussy. He probably had difficulty breathing, but I didn't care because I was right on edge! Then I came and started bucking like a bronco. Kevin made a valiant effort to keep his tongue on my clit as I thrashed around. He was successful and got a very appreciative grin from me when I calmed down. He was happy, and I was happy!
I looked over at dad. His face was flushed again, and his cock was bulging in his shorts. My pussy was wet again, and my nipples were rock hard. In case you're wondering, dad did NOT see Kevin licking my pussy! The camera view from above only showed Kevin moving his head between my legs. You couldn't see any details. I would NEVER have shown dad a clip containing graphic penetration details.
Dad looked at me. "Whew! That was steamy. You guys did a lot."
"Kevin did a lot. I didn't do anything to him. Yes, I kissed him back, but I didn't caress his body or give him oral sex or intercourse. I never do. They are here to learn how to please a female. I instruct them, and they try. I gently correct them until they're satisfying the female they're with, which happens to be me."
Dad smiled. "Wow! What a sweet deal you've got, honey! They pay to satisfy you!"
I grinned. "Dad! Don't be like that! I give them valuable advice and an opportunity to practice! They gain confidence and abilities. And other females benefit from my efforts! It's a win-win situation for everyone. I can't help it if I enjoy my work!"
Dad rolled his eyes but smiled.
"Are you okay with what I'm doing? I'll stop if it bothers you. I want you to stay with me for a while and don't want you to feel uncomfortable with what I'm doing."
He frowned a bit. "I'm totally okay with the widowers visiting you. I can tell they appreciate your company, and nothing physical is happening, but I'm conflicted about the nerd guys. Taking money for sex seems wrong, but the guys seem to appreciate your help, and you seem to enjoy helping them. And one hundred bucks or even a thousand is a pittance if it can give a socially awkward guy the confidence to interact with the opposite sex and the knowledge of how to please them sexually. The world would be a lot better off if young guys learned about women from experienced women instead of porn sites. In an academic sense, the service you provide is valuable, but it makes me queasy when it's my daughter doing it. So, I'm conflicted, but you're a big girl, and this is your place, and it's not my place to tell you what to do."
"I know it's not dad, but I love and respect you, and I'm asking your opinion. I want you to stay with me for a while, and if helping the nerds makes you uncomfortable, then I'll stop. Besides, I can replace the nerds with widowers. There's no shortage of widowers. Plus, if you stay with me and help with the rent, I won't need any visitors. I'm serious, dad! I want to know what you think!"
"Okay, sweetie. I'll think about it and let you know. For now, we can play it by ear."
"Thanks, dad!"
Whew! Dad didn't seem upset!
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I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders now that dad knew about my part-time work and didn't hate me. And we quickly settled into a mutually beneficial living routine.
It was different living with dad again but in a good way.
For example, he didn't stiff me with the rent money like my previous roommate. And he wasn't a slob like my other roommate. He cooked back home and resumed doing it without me asking. I didn't have to cook anymore! Who-Hoo! Major bonus! I cleaned and did laundry, and he cooked and shopped for groceries, and we shared doing the dishes.
I was hopeless with car problems, but dad wasn't, so he took care of those types of things. Plus, we had two cars, so there wasn't a crisis when my old clunker had problems.
Dad avoided my client visits like the plague. He didn't even want to meet the old widow guys. I marked my appointments on a calendar on the fridge, and dad conveniently went somewhere else during those times. He always asked how things went when he returned, but that was it. He didn't press for details. I think he just wanted to know that I was okay, which made me feel good.
I must have been totally self-absorbed when I lived at home because I was finding out things I didn't know about dad.
For example, I didn't know that he lifted hand weights and did exercises like sit-ups and pushups every day. The first time I saw him, I was surprised.
"I didn't know you worked out?"
"I don't really. I don't go to the gym. I just lift a few hand weights and do simple things like sit-ups and pushups."
"How long have you done those?"
"Ten years."
"Ten years? I don't remember seeing you do them at home."
He smiled. "I did them in my room, and you were a teenage girl and preoccupied."
I guess I was! Now I knew why dad's body was so buff! And it was buff! Dad did his exercises in brief gym shorts with no shirt. He was barefoot and shirtless with broad shoulders which tapered to a narrow waist with a flat tummy and curvy ass cheeks. And then, of course, there was the ever visible package between his legs! It was impossible not to notice once you knew it was there. It was hard to keep my eyes off him when he worked out. Whew!
And dad ran almost every day.
"Did you used to run at home as well?"
"Not usually, but the weather is so much nicer here. It makes me feel like being outside. And it's a great neighborhood to run in. I've been exploring the different areas."
He smiled. "You're welcome to run with me if you want."
I hated jogging, but it was nice that he offered. I declined and made a counter-offer.
"Could we go bike riding together? I like to bike. I have an old clunker, and you could get one. It's less work, and I can coast and look around and sightsee. We could even bike to the grocery store instead of taking the car. It's not far away, and my bike has a basket in the front that we could use for the groceries."
Dad smiled. "That sounds great! I'll get a bike, and we can go out!"
Dad bought a used bike that weekend, and we've been biking since then. It's great! I love being able to bike with someone, and I love biking with dad! It's so easy to talk to him. You should see the looks he gets from women as we ride by. Dad's totally oblivious to their stares, but I notice. He bikes in shorts and t-shirts with sandals and mirror glasses. He has no idea how hot he looks, but I do!
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I have a better relationship with dad now than I did at home. It's two-way. I'm still his daughter, but I'm more than that now. I'm older, and I don't take him for granted like I used to. I appreciate what a good roommate he is because I've had bad roommates. I appreciate that he feeds me. I appreciate that he asks how I am after my client visits. He cares about me. And I appreciate that I never have to ask him for his share of the rent. He automatically e-transfers money to my account, and the money is just there. And I appreciate that he likes to bike with me, and I have someone to talk to. And he asks me about how my job is. I like living with him!
And I like doing things for him. I like that he's happy when I bring him clean clothes. And I enjoy helping him with questions about LA. And I inspect his clothes before he goes to work because he doesn't always notice food on himself. And I like giving my two cents when he asks me about staff issues at his workplace. I appreciate that he respects my opinion.
I'm more than just a daughter now. I'm a companion, a partner, and we help each other. We're a team, and it feels good.
I was happy when he asked my opinion on restaurants.
"Gracie?"
"Yes?"
"Where's a good place to eat?"
"What kind of place?"
"A fancy place. A place to dress up and have a good meal."
"There are lots of places, but they're expensive."
"Money's not an issue."
Ooh! Money's not an issue! That made me curious. Had dad found a woman he wanted to impress? I grinned at him. "Hmmm! Dad! Got a hot date?"
He smiled back. "I do!"
"What's she like?"
He grinned at me again. "Oh, tall and beautiful and a lovely person."
"She sounds nice!"
"She is! It's a special occasion, and I want to treat her."
"Special occasion?"
"Yes, it's her birthday. She's going to be twenty-five."
My face dropped. Oh my god! Was dad dating a twenty-five-year-old? Way too young! Ew! She'd be my age! I didn't know what to say!
Dad chuckled, which threw me off. Why was he chuckling? It wasn't funny! It was gross!
"I can tell by the horrified cradle robber expression on your face that you don't approve of me going out with a twenty-five-year-old."
I stammered. "Dad, I didn't say that."
He smiled. "Yes, but your face did! Relax, Gracie. I just want to know where to take my daughter on her twenty-fifth birthday."
He was grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. Holy crap! Dad was talking about me! My birthday was coming up, and mom and dad always took me out to a nice place when I lived at home. I loved the attention and good food, but my parents weren't in California to continue the tradition. But now, there was a parent in California who wanted to treat me again, and a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I was speechless, but not for long, and began showing dad different restaurants on the internet, but he wasn't paying attention and kept smiling at me.
"Dad! You're not paying attention!"
He smiled. "Honey! You don't need to show me! Just decide where you want to go, and we'll go there. It's your birthday! So, are you going to pick a place for us to go to or not? I haven't been on a date with a nice-looking woman in a while, and I'll be thrilled to accompany you as long as you don't mind being seen with someone old enough to be your dad."
I was still speechless, and he reached over and hugged me, and I remembered how I always liked being held in his strong arms. He felt just as good as ever, and I was so glad he was back with me! And then I remembered that he'd referred to me as a 'hot date' and that I was beautiful and a lovely person. And I was glad that he couldn't see my face because the frog in my throat was making my eyes water.
I was super pumped the next few days because my mind was revving on three levels.
My childhood self was experiencing nostalgia flashbacks thinking about past birthday meals. My current self was salivating over where to eat. And my adult female self was thinking about what to wear so that I looked good for my date! And I was thinking about looking good way more than where to eat! I must have tried on ten different outfits! I wanted dad to be impressed when he saw me, and I didn't really care where we ate! Well, I did care somewhat!
Did I mention that I dress dad? Well, I don't actually dress him, but I give him clothing advice! And he asked me!
The day before his new job, he showed me what he was going to wear and asked my opinion. Keep in mind that he was going to be the manager of fifteen people, mostly women, and it was his first day on the job. And he obviously cared about how he looked, or he wouldn't have asked me.
I was underwhelmed. His loafers were scuffed, and his dress pants were past due. His dress shirt was okay, but his tie wasn't tied evenly.
I wanted to be honest and told him what I thought. His face sagged. I felt bad! I asked him to show me what else he had to wear. I guess he didn't have to dress up at his old job because what he was wearing was as good as it got. Oh, my! Not good!
Fortunately, it was the day BEFORE his new job, and the local Mall was open, and it contained an excellent men's clothing store. I knew because I had dragged some of my nerd clients there to turn them into sharp-dressed men. It was amazing how much better they looked in nice clothes!