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I woke the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. God, I love breakfast. I threw on some sweatpants, a t-shirt and went downstairs. As I got to the kitchen I could hear Sharon and Ashely chatting and giggling. I couldn’t tell what they were talking about, but I was certain it was goofy girl talk.

“Good morning!” I announced as I entered the kitchen.

“Look who’s here early, honey!” Sharon announced.

Ashely was at the stove preparing a breakfast meal. She was wearing one of her Mother’s aprons. Underneath she had on a tight tank top resembling a sports bra that exposed her midriff, tight, short shorts, and tennis shoes – all of which predominantly showed off her youthful figure.

“Hey sweetie.” I said, trying to gauge any possible awkwardness.

“Surprise Daddy!” Ashely said as she threw herself into me, wrapping her arms around me.

“You’re early.” I said.

“Isn’t it a nice surprise?” said Mother. “It’s been awhile since the whole family has been under the same roof. We should think about doing something fun together as a family.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” I replied.

“Oh, don’t go changing your plans for today all on account of me.” Ashely said. “Afterall, my arrival was rather unexpected. You two shouldn’t feel obligated. Besides I’ve got a few days before I have to get back.”

“You sure, honey? We want your visit to be memorable.” said Mother.

“Yeah, I’m fine with just spending the day relaxing around the house. Maybe I’ll take a soak in the hot tub.” Ashely said as she tended to the food.

“Breakfast smells good,” I said.

“I know how much you love your breakfast, Daddy. It’s almost done. Grab a seat!” Ashely chimed.

I sat down escort ataşehir at the table with Sharon while Ashely dished up plates of food for everyone.

“Here you go, Daddy.”

The first bite was like euphoria! Oh, how I love the taste of breakfast. Ashely had made up a breakfast scramble with potatoes, bell peppers, onion, bacon, ham, spinach, eggs and cheese. And to top things off, she also made biscuits and gravy. And a tall glass of orange juice to boot. I was in heaven!

We all chatted over breakfast about how school was going, and plans for the future. Ashely seemed to be doing well. I couldn’t help but think about last night. What I saw through the crack of my office door. My little girl pleasing herself right in my office chair. My babygirl, my little Ashely is all grown up. How did this happen so fast?

“Daddy… Daddy?” Ashely’s voice rang through snapping me out of a trance.

“Honey, are you alright?” inquired Sharon.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind.” I replied.

“It’s okay, Daddy. I understand.” Ashley responded as she gathered up the used dishes, placing them in the counter next to the sink.

“Ashley, dear… Don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll take off them.” insisted Mother. “You relax. You had a long drive from the University.”

Ashley bounced around behind me, throwing her arms around my chest, hugging me tight. While Sharon began working on the dishes; her back to Ashley and I.

“I love you, Daddy.” Ashely sweetly said.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

She nuzzled up into the side of my neck and kissed my ear before running off.

“I’m going to go take a shower!” Ashely’s words trailing as she left the kadıköy escort bayan room.

I retreated into my den for the time being. Closing the door behind me, I examined my domain for anything out of the ordinary. Everything seemed in place. Again my mind went back to last night. My hand ran over the leather seat where Ashely sat the night before. I couldn’t get the mental image out of my head. And more so, I couldn’t stop thinking about whether she might have seen me watching her. I’m almost certain our eyes made contact. But she never flinched, never gave any inclination that she had been caught masturbating. Maybe I’m over thinking everything. She didn’t see me. She couldn’t have. She no doubt would have stopped if she had thought she was being watched. Still, the images kept playing back over and over in my head. And I found myself excited and aroused again. I sat down in my chair where Ashley had pleasured herself the night before. Her faint scent lingered. I tried inhaling all of it, desperately seeking more. My cock was hard now. I reached into my sweatpants and groped myself. Slowly tugging at my cock. I closed my eyes and concetrated on the mental images from last night. I fantasized being close enough to smell my babygirl’s scent. Her young pussy just out of reach from my tongue. Oh, how I wanted to touch her. Feel her. Be with her. A flash of guilt invades my thoughs, but excitement of incest is too overbearing and I go with it. Stroking my cock, and feeling the lust build up inside me again. I feel powerful. Virile. God, I haven’t felt this good in so long!

The door to my den swings open, and I immediately gain my composure. Quickly removing my hand from inside my sweatpants, and escort bostancı attemptin to appaer normal. My erect penis flounders and retreats from the starling interruption. It is Ashely. She is wrapped in a bath towel and holding what appears to be some string.

“Oh, sorry Daddy. Were you busy?” she said coily.

“No. No… not at all, Pumpkin.” I manage to get out while clearing my throat.

“I should have knocked.”

“No, it’s quite alright,” I said, “I was just going over some numbers in my head for work.”

“Daddy, I need your help. I can’t get my bikini top on by myself.”

“Uh, why don’t you get your Mother to help?” I replied, trying my best not to sound uncomfortable.

“She went to the store to pick up some things for dinner tonight. I just need you to tie it in the back for me.” she pleaded.

“Oh, ok.” I said with uncertainty.

Ashely spun around with her back facing me. Her towel dropped to the ground exposing her bare ass. My erection immediately returned. She strung the bikini top across her breats pulling the strings to the back. I grabbed them and tied them together.

“Ok. There. There you go.” I said shyly.

Ashely bends over to pick up the towel on the floor, her ass inches away from my raging cock. It takes every ounce of me not to grab her by her hips and pull her into me. I want her to feel my big, hard cock pressed up against her tight little ass.

She pulls the towel up in front of her, spins around and says, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome.”

Ashely stands there for a moment, and I think to myself there’s something more. She smiles, then turns around and walks out the door. What the fuck? The hell was as that? Is my babygirl messing with me? No. She wouldn’t. I’m reading too much into this whole thing. Pull yourself together. Be rational, I tell myself. That’s your little girl. Stop thinking any different. And I force any impure thoughts out of my head, and regain my composure.

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