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Thread: Helping dad (Foxy Lady and CougarGirl)

Poor Ruth. Shes missing her mother a lot. Thats not surprising as shes reached an age when they would be relating to each other as adults rather than as parent and child. Its no wonder she keeps asking me about her. She brought the subject up again at breakfast today. Dad, she asked, mom was about my age when you first met, wasnt she? Yes, I agreed, she was about your age when we first met, although it was a while before we got together. So, Ruth persisted, did she look like me? I dont mean in clothes and hairstyle and stuff, because theyre all out of date now. I mean physically. Did she look like me? That made me think, because I had noticed that over recent months as shed filled out she did remind me of her mother. Now you come to mention it, Ruth, yes, there is a resemblance. You have the same bone structure and youre about her height and build. I soon wished I hadnt admitted that much. What about my figure? Does that remind you of moms too? Why did I feel comfortable talking about my daughters figure? But she was right, there was a close resemblance, once you made allowance for changing fashions in clothes and hairstyles. Like I said, Ruth, I tried to prevaricate, you have a very similar build. Thats only natural, being mother and daughter. If I thought that would stop her questions, I was wrong. So, dad, was that what attracted you to her, her figure I mean? How could I deny it?
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I was making progress so I hung around after breakfast to help clear away. As I passed him the plates to pack into the dishwasher, I asked Did you and mom off reminisce about that time when you were at High School? He looked at me quizzically for a moment as if he was trying to work out something. Then he said Thats only natural isnt it, that you talk about the times that youve shared with someone. I didnt follow that up, just began passing him the mugs. It wasnt long before he cracked, just like I expected. Why do you ask? Its just that I was looking for things to dress up in one day and I found her old school uniform at the back of her wardrobe. I asked why she had kept it and she said you liked to see her in it. Dad stopped taking the dishes and straightened up, staring at me. It was difficult to read his expression. We stood like that for a while, me holding out the knives and him just standing there. She told you that, did she? he asked eventually. I nodded.
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For the next few days, Ruth didnt mention her mother. Life settled back into its normal routine and, much to my relief, she had no more questions. Then on the Saturday evening when I was watching TV, she put her head round the door and told me to close my eyes. Why? I asked, as I was enjoying the game. Its a surprise, she told me. Ive got a surprise for you. So I played along and closed my eyes, making a point of squeezing them really tight to show I couldnt even peek. OK, she announced a few seconds later, you can look now. I couldnt believe what I saw. She was standing there dressed in her mothers old uniform. And not just that. Shed adjusted it. She must have pinned the back of the blouse, which was stretched tight across her chest with the top buttons undone for her breasts to spill out. And shed hiked the skirt up to show her thighs. It was a while before I trusted myself to speak. Ruth, I tried to keep my voice as calm and level as possible, please take those off and put your own clothes back on. I knew she meant well, so Id deliberately tried not to hurt her feelings, but I could tell she didnt understand my reaction. Instead of doing what Id said, she came closer. Why are you upset, dad? I thought youd like to see me in moms old uniform, especially as she isnt around to wear it for you and I look so much like her. Dont you like how it looks on me? How could I explain? Then a thought took root in my brain. Maybe I didnt need to explain. Maybe she understood exactly why I wanted her to change back into her own clothes. Maybe this was where her questions had been leading all the time.
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Of course I knew that mom didnt just put on her old uniform so she and dad could sit down and chat about old times. Im not that nave. Apart from anything else, shed put on weight so it was a really tight fit that left little to dads imagination. There was no doubt from the look in moms eyes when she told me. Even though I was much younger then, I understood why dad liked her to wear it. And now here I was, right in front of him, and he couldnt take his eyes off me. Hes looked at me before. Ive noticed it quite a lot lately, but hes always done it discreetly and when he thinks Im not aware of it. But this time, he was blatant about it. He could only drag his eyes off my chest to look at my legs and as soon as he looked away from them, his gaze was back on my breasts. I could see his chest rising and falling as he breathed deeper. When I moved closer, he couldnt see my legs anymore and I could see it was a struggle for him as he tried to keep his eyes on my face. He knew that my breasts were popping out just below his eye line. I wasnt upset at his reaction. It was only to be expected really. After all, moms been in prison for three years now and there wasnt much time for dressing up after her arrest. Seeing me was having a powerful effect on him. I just waited, giving him time to come to terms with the ideas that must have been forming in his mind. Meanwhile, I just stood there, right in front of him, so close that I occasionally brushed against his chest.
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In the end, I was the one who broke away. I mean, I had no option. She was so close to me, I could feel her breath on my throat and her nipples were brushing my chest. It was a miracle she didnt feel my well you know what I mean. I had to break her spell, because there was no doubt that was what she was doing, casting a spell on me. Id have been able to keep control better if she hadnt taken me by surprise. Im sure of that. Im an adult and her father, after all. It was just that the resemblance was uncanny. She looked so much like her mother in that uniform. Not when she was a girl, I mean when she used to put it on for me, before all that trouble blew up. Seeing her like that, it just brought back all the memories. Its been such a long time. I thought I had myself under control, keeping ideas like that out of mind. Id got through three years, thats more than half way, theres another two years to go. I needed to get away. Get somewhere private. Sort myself out mentally, physically too. The first place I thought of was my bedroom, so I rushed upstairs, shut my door and threw myself onto my bed. I darent touch myself, desperate though I was. I mean, how could I? Ruths my daughter. It would be like, well, wrong. So I just lay there. Trying to get calm, trying to get the image out of my mind, trying to clear my mind of the thoughts that were milling around, forcing my hands to stay by my side. But each time I closed my eyes, the image of her standing there in front of me filled my mind. And each time I opened my eyes, the memories of her mother in that same outfit replaced the vision of her daughter. I couldnt win. Even breathing was torture, as it made me aware of my own body. I heard Ruth come upstairs and was afraid she might come into my room, but she didnt. It sounded like she went to bed. At last, I felt safe, at least until the morning.
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Its going to take dad a while to get used to the idea, so I need to take it slowly. Its been three years since mom went away and hes not used to having a woman around. Not until now. Hes got to stop thinking of me as a child. Im a woman now. The woman of the house. With a little help, hell come to realise that. Ive made a start by doing the chores mom used to do. Take some of the burden off him. Things like the washing and cleaning. Cooking too, he does his best, but hes not that good at it. Hes pathetically grateful, thanking me every time I do anything. He seems on edge whenever hes around me, like were strangers. Thats no surprise, because we are in a way, with me being grown up now. But he needs to understand that Im not just a domestic servant. Mom was never that. So Ive been making sure dad notices me as a person. Nothing subtle, mind, he is a man after all. So I left my underwear lying around when I took it out of the wash, made sure that my bathrobe was only loosely tied when I passed him as I came out of the bathroom, tweaked my nipples so they were pushing through my t-shirt at breakfast, wiggled my ass as I walked out of the room. He watches me all the time, of course, has been since I began puberty, but Ive put on a special show for him.
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Its been a relief, I can tell you. A relief that there was no repeat of Saturday evening. Im feeling rather foolish about how I behaved, but thank goodness Ruth hasnt mentioned it and I havent either. A relief too that she is starting to take responsibility around the house, taking over some of the things her mother used to do. It was a strain for me to manage all that on top of work. Im beginning to realise that Ruths growing up. Id noticed that her body was developing. There was no way I could miss that, not that I let her know I noticed, the last thing I wanted was to embarrass her by staring or commenting. But these last few days Ive spotted other things, little things, subtle things that she doesnt realise. Like seeing her skimpy thongs lying around on the kitchen table, a flash as her bathrobe draped open, her nipples sticking out in my face across the table, the way her buttocks move inside her jeans. I cant deny its having an effect on me. Nothing like as bad as Saturday night, thankfully. This must be something all fathers go through living with a daughter as she grows up. The key is to keep it out of my mind. I cant stop myself seeing whats happening, but I mustnt let it affect me. The odd thing is that Im OK at the time, but its later, when I get into bed, that my mind starts working over what Ive seen that day and stirring up all sorts of silly ideas. But thoughts do no harm, do they, so long as you dont act on them.
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Sunday has always been a day for lying in bed late, so I decided to give dad a surprise. I knocked peremptorily and walked in carrying a tray with coffee, juice, toast and honey, his usual breakfast. He scrambled upright, pulling the sheet straight as I sat the tray in his lap and climbed on the bed to sit cross-legged beside him. He was bare-chested he always sleeps in shorts. I was still in my night attire of hipster panties blue and loose t-shirt white. Thank you, Ruth, he said as he sipped his juice, this is an unexpected treat. No worries, dad, I told him, I know you and mom used to like breakfast in bed on Sundays. He didnt say anything, but I could have sworn that he blushed slightly. He kept looking at me as I sat watching him eat. Dont you want anything? he asked eventually. I reached across and helped myself to the piece of toast he had just loaded with honey. Thanks, dad. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but each time he took a sip of coffee or nibbled at his toast. Yes? I prompted. Ive been wondering, he took a sip, about the boys at school, another sip. This could take all day, but I wasnt in a hurry. Ive seen you with them, he bite into his toast and chewed slowly, but I was wondering, juice this time, if there was one in particular you liked. He stopped suddenly as if he had under burdened himself of a big issue. No, dad, there isnt. Oh, was all he could say. I shuffled closer and swivelled round to sit next to him. The thing is, dad, they dont interest me. Im not gay, but Im not interested in the boys at school. Theyre all so immature for one thing, all they want to do is grope me for another, and- I let my next point hang in the air. And? He sounded worried about what I might say next. I twisted towards him. I like your chest, I told him, pushing my fingers into the lush growth of hair, some of them grey. So? He obviously didnt understand, so I explained. The boys at school are all bare-chested, with tiny little red nipples. Ugh. He shifted position as my fingers continued to explore. I see, he said, looking as though he didnt. One of my nails caught one of his nipples. He jumped and shifted again, adjusting the position of the tray. A nail caught his other nipple and he closed his eyes, moaning softly. Are you OK, dad? I asked solicitously. Sure, sure, Im fine. His voice seemed hoarse. Id better move this, I said, taking hold of the tray and bending forward to put it on the floor. No, no, he protested, Im fine, really. His voice still seemed strained. I think you should have a rest, I told him. Its still early. Tell you what, dad, Ill snuggle down with you. Saying which, I pulled back the sheet and slipped into bed beside him.
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It was a really sweet gesture, at least thats what I thought when she came in with my breakfast on a tray. I was a bit embarrassed to be caught unawares, dishevelled and still in the shorts I sleep in, although she couldnt see beneath the sheet obviously. But then she settled down, right beside me and she was only in those blue hipster panties that are her favourite colour. And with her legs crossed, the material was stretched tight over her crotch, so tight I could see the outline of her lips. Naturally, I kept my eyes well off that area, but she was in that loose t-shirt that fell open every time she leaned across me, with she kept doing to pick at my breakfast, so in the end I didnt know where to look. Ive got to admit this was bothering me a bit. And she mentioned her mother and I having breakfast in bed on Sundays, only she said it in a way sort of hinted she knew what we were doing and it wasnt only breakfast, although we thought she was too young at the time. maybe she put two and two together later. Anyway, I was managing until she started stroking my chest. Thats definitely what she was doing. There was nothing innocent about that or about the effect it was having on me. I had to shift around to get comfortable and moved the tray to make sure there was nothing showing that shouldnt be. And then she went for my nipples. That must have been deliberately too, because she wasnt using her nails, only the tips of her fingers as she burrowed into my chest hair, but when she came to the nipple, she used her nail, sharply, like her mother used to. Shit. The effect that had, Im surprised I didnt send the tray flying off the bed. If that wasnt bad enough, she did it again. And then, then she stuck her ass in the air, bending over to put the tray on the floor. I took the chance to get my hand down and get myself organised, only for her to announce that shed join me. before I knew it, and before I could stop her, she was in the bed beside me, her toes tickling down my leg. This was bad, I knew it was bad, I was sure she knew it to. It was just a question of getting out of this situation. She carried on fingering my chest and scratching my nipples, her eyes not meeting mine, while I frantically tried to find a way to get of this with our dignity and self-respect intact, putting my reaction out of my mind as best I could. It was only physical. Then she stopped, but kept her eyes fixed on my chest. I love this line of hair, she said, leading my eyes down. And her eyes followed the dark line of hair down the centre of my chest and over my stomach. I could feel the heat of her eyes as they slowly moved down. Then the tip of her finger followed, seeming to float over my flesh until it reached beneath the sheet and stopped at my navel. Ruth, I gasped, mustering the moral courage I knew I was going to need, its time to get up now. You run along and get dressed. She stayed still for what seemed like ages, her finger hovering above the waistband of my shorts, and then just threw the sheet aside the climbed off the bed.
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Dads words were just what he used to say when he wanted me to get dressed. But they werent the way he used to say them. Back then, when I was a child, he spoke with command. Now, he was pleading with me. I read his tone and complied, although I didnt have to. If I had just stayed there, he couldnt have made me leave, not without getting hold of me and he wouldnt have done that. He knew hed be lost if he did that. I just stayed in my room, waiting for developments. It took about half an hour before he tapped on my door and spoke without attempting to come in. I was thinking, Ruth, why dont we go out for a walk and maybe get some lunch down by the river. OK, dad, I called out, just give me a few minutes and Ill be down. His eyes almost popped out when he saw me come downstairs in a tank top, micro skirt and cork wedge sandals. No bra, no need, my tits are still small and pert enough not to need one. Right, dad, I announced, heading out of the door, lets go. We walked along side by side for a while, before I slipped my arm through his and pulled him close, my hip rubbing against his thigh, my hair brushing his shoulder. I looked up at him occasionally, but his gaze was fixed straight ahead. Mostly, I watched the other people out walking, trying to judge their reactions. Did they see us an father and daughter, or did they have other ideas? It was difficult to tell. When he came to a halt along by the river, I turned to face him and said, very quietly, Thank you, dad, thank you for everything. Then I reached up and kissed him, holding the contact a little longer than necessary. When I broke the kiss, I clung to him, my arms round his chest, my body pressed against his. After a few seconds, he put his arms round me. It would have looked odd in public if he hadnt responded.
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I had to hold her, there was no choice. But it was bad, I knew it. She knew it too, she had to, she had engineered it. All that contact, her arm pulling his close, her hip pressed into my thigh, her thigh brushing mine as we walked. And then that kiss. No way was that a father-daughter kiss. No way. Any man would have reacted like I did, especially any man whod been tormented as I had been in bed and now out in public on our walk. She held me so tight afterwards that I couldnt have broken away, even if I had wanted to. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, so hard I could feel her erect nipples. She had her head on my shoulder and must have heard my heart racing. And with her belly pressed against mine, there was no way she could miss the reaction in my crotch. In a way, I was glad that she didnt move away, because there was no way anyone who looked could miss my reaction. But holding on to me just made it worse. My wife would have told me not to worry. Be proud of what youve got, she said to me once, coz Im sure proud of the effect I have on you. but it wasnt her having the effect now, it was her daughter. I noticed I was thinking of Ruth as her daughter now, rather than as our daughter. How was I going to get out of this?
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I let dad calm down, leaving him to judge when he felt comfortable to show himself to the people along the river. It took a while, but I was careful not to rub against him, allowing him a chance to subside. Eventually, he coughed and said something about finding somewhere for lunch. He was more talkative than normal as we strolled along, determined I guess to keep control of the situation. I just responded without thinking about what he was saying, waiting for the right moment to intervene and turn the conversation the way I wanted. I didnt rush. There was no need. We had the rest of the day to ourselves and it was pleasantly warm with a gentle breeze. We had our meal and wandered aimlessly around. I think dad just wanted to avoid going home where he would be alone with me. When we stopped to watch some boats, I felt the time was right to pop my question. Dad, Ive been wondering, just how big are you? He looked puzzled. You know what I mean, dad, how bigs your cock? He look frantically around before turning to face me. Really, Ruth, you shouldnt be asking me questions like that. Its not something fathers and daughters ought to be talking about. Come off it, dad, I countered. Theres no need to be modest, Ive just had it sticking into my stomach and this morning your sheet looked like a tent, it almost knocked your tray off the bed. OK, he conceded grudgingly, if you must know, your mom measured me at seven and three quarters inches in length and the girth is six and a quarter. I smiled. He was telling the truth. I knew because I had overheard mom and her friends comparing notes. They had all purred and said how lucky she was. Dad was biggest of all apart from Sallys dad who was over nine inches. Everyone thought that was too big, including Sallys mom. Im glad about that, dad. You see thats another problem I have with the boys at school. Theyre all proud of themselves, but theyve all got thin stalks and just look silly. Dad looked really proud that I was impressed, but he still tried to change the topic. I let him. For now.
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Its been a terrible day. Ive been on tenterhooks, not knowing what she was going to do or say next. I cant believe that I spent my time after lunch telling her how big my cock is. I dont mind having an adult conversation with her, but thats not exactly a normal father-daughter discussion topic. Not that Ive anything to be embarrassed about. Her mother never complained, quite the opposite. She told me bragged about me to her friends, made them jealous. One actually started making up to me, but I made it clear that I wasnt interested. Should I get some bolts for our bedroom doors? I could say that now Ruths growing up shes entitled to her privacy. But whats the point? She wouldnt use hers and shed find a way to get at me despite mine. If she can get me aroused in public on a walk by the river, a bolted door wouldnt be an obstacle. I pretty much know what to expect next, because theres a pattern developing. Ruth does something blatant, then she backs off for a while and does something more subtle before trying something more outrageous again. I mustnt relax, though, that would be fatal. Shed soon take advantage, thats for sure. Actually, its the subtle that is having more effect. I can cope better with the blatant, like that kiss on the embankment. The subtle moves are more insidious and I dont notice the effect they are having at the time. Take the ways she is exposing herself to me more and more. Wearing those shorts skirts, or letting her bathrobe fly open. Shes clever about it. Very clever. Ive seen her nipples through her clothes and caught glimpses of the mound of her breasts, but shes not let me see a whole breast, let along anything in her crotch. I dont even know whether she shaves or not. The problem is that shes got me thinking more about what shes not showing me than what she is. Sure, I know what one of those therapists would suggest. Talk to her. Tell her the effect she is having. Ask her why, explain why she must stop. Fine advice, but she knows the effect she is having without being told and there is no way she is going to stop. Letting her know how badly shes affecting me, that would just feed her and shed step up the pressure. The danger will come tonight, when Im asleep. Perhaps Ill put a chair under my door knob. At least Ill get some warning that shes on patrol. I was reading in bed, just like I always do, and must have nodded off, because I work up with a start to find my book in my lap. Something had woken me up. A noise. I looked across to the door. The chair was vibrating. Someone had tried to open my door. Ruth. I kept quiet and waited to see if she tried again or called out to me. But I heard nothing until a few minutes later I heard her door close quietly. I put out the light, but it was a long time before I fell asleep.