Road to Discovery: Daughter and Dad

Perversion comes in many forms,

Not easily explained.

Prairie Dad

My Perversion I impart to you,

Guard it with your life,

Use it as you will,

Enjoy it to the utmost.

Prairie Dad

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Standing in front of the community bulletin board beside the post office stands a 40 year old, 6 foot tall, prematurely balding man. He’s handsomely rugged but not overly muscular and has long athletic legs. Dressed in a white T shirt covering his slim build and denim cut offs.

The ‘small town’ community bulletin board is a throw back to a pre cell phone, pre social media era. It has a few interesting notices concerning community events and other notifications.

The middle aged man, Ken, is focused on the obituary notices as he usually is.

It’s a personal quirk of his, reading other peoples obituaries.

Across the street, and observing him stands a young 23 year old woman, Jennifer, 5’7″ in height, with wavy shoulder length brunette hair. There’s nothing outstanding about her physical appearance. Just a typical young beautiful woman. What stands out about her is her attire, a V neck green T shirt pulled tightly over her braless and perky breasts and the skimpy white booty shorts she wears, pulled tight over her butt displaying her lengthy and shapely athletic legs, as well as her bubble butt ass. Transforming the ‘nothing outstanding’ to ‘outstanding’.

Anybody bothering to look would see this. However, besides herself and the man at the Bulletin Board the street is deserted. Afterall it is only 6:00 am.

She looks down, again, at the photo she holds in her hands and mutters, “Yep, that’s him.” Smiling to herself and saying quietly, “I found you daddy. Guess who I am?” Followed with a giggle. “Mommy will be so proud of my investigative skills. Now for the hard part.”

Jennifer isn’t here by accident or coincidence as she attends the local college. In addition to that fact she’s here on a mission, to find her daddy, seduce him and fuck him. For reasons she cannot explain she obsesses over this mission, even to the point of saving herself, her virginity, for her daddy.

Where this obsession came from she can not tell you, other than it burns within her. Her fantasy, pure and simple, is to fuck her natural daddy. And being a determined person she intends to get what she wants.

She steps off the curb to cross the street.

A few minutes later, after crossing the street and walking up behind and standing beside Ken her voice rings out, “See anything interesting?”

“Nah, not today, couple obits from last week is all. Nuthin new. Good to know my names not up there,” He laughs, turning his head and looking at the origin of the voice. “Black humour,” he smiles. Laughing while looking over the young girl beside him. “Wow, you’re up early. What’s a gorgeous babe like you doing out this early? You seeing anything that perks your interest?” Ken continue smiling at his visitor to whom he is addressing.

The girl smiles herself, “Thank you for the compliment. It’s always nice to hear. I’m not used to being called a gorgeous babe though.” Laughing. “Guys, these days are more guarded with what they say. To answer your question, jogging. I’m out jogging. You know, quiet street, no one around ogling me, except you,” laughing.

“To answer your other question, Unfortunately, no. This town is sure hard on students. Actually its the shits.” a quiet giggle following. “Guess we’re both disappointed today,” she laughs. “You always check for your obit?”

Her face radiates with a grin.

“I’m sorry to hear the town is the shits. Care to elaborate? Oh, by the way, Ken’s the name. Rude of me not to have introduced myself. And I wasn’t ogling you, merely observing”

“Hey Ken, I’m Jennifer. I’m glad your obit isn’t up on the board today and, for that matter, not for several years either. Even if you were just joking. Ogling, observing, same difference.”

“I suppose it is. I’m sorry if I offended you. And thank you Jennifer for wishing me long life. Must be boredom on my part, checking the obits. Again how come the towns the shits?”

“I need a place to stay while attending the local college. The student residences are too expensive and the house I lived in last year was sold and the new people aren’t renting rooms to students. You wouldn’t be interested would you, in renting a room? By the way, I’m not offended,” smiling, “its nice to be admired.”

“C’mon, I’m on my morning walk. I just stopped to check the bulletin board. If you got the time, walk with me. We’ll walk and talk.”

“Sure, okay. I have no place to be.” A smile on her face, thinking ‘this is working out great’.

They start off down the street, “I usually do about three miles before breakfast but I’m runnin a little late today. Otherwise you woulda missed me.”

“Running late?” Laughing. “How early do you start?”

“Usually at 5.”

Covering the first block in silence, they turn a corner and head toward the park.

Jennifer has good niğde escort momentum, walking and jogging, and accidently struts ahead of Ken from time to time.

When she does, he can’t help but notice two things, her long, curvy athletic legs and the most divinely shaped bubble butt wrapped in the skimpiest and most revealing tight short shorts. Ken licks his lips. Ken guesses Jennifer is in her early 20’s and in his estimation, quite attractive. Her long legs are definitely made for walking and she sure stretches them out. Ken’s a fast walker but Jennifer definitely matches his every step and even more so. Her every step putting a lil jiggle in her butt. A third observation comes to Kens mind, how much Jennifer looks like and reminds him of a woman he once knew.

“Goodness gracious woman, you walk fast.” he manages to sputter.

“Yep,” she responds. “Like you, I like walking too. So, whatdya think about renting me a room?”

“Slow down with your questions girl. We just met. Give me time to think and process what you’re asking me. Geez.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. Its just that I’m kinda panicking.”

“No need to panic.”

“Hmmm, well you gotta know I’ve kinda gotten used to living alone. Set in my ways you could say. Ever since my wife died last year, its just been me. Gawd I miss her,” A sniffle, “She was so exciting to be with and we had so much fun. My kids tried to convince me to move back east and live with them but I wouldn’t have nuthin to do with that. I like my life here in a small prairie town. But I gotta tell you it is very lonely and boring. So I suppose I could use some excitement in my life.” Laughing. “But, you see, thing is, like I said I’m set in my ways. Not sure if you’d be comfortable sharing a house with a horny middle aged man. Besides, I like my quiet times, reading and putzing in the garden.”

Jennifer pipes up as I finish, “You miss your wife real bad don’t you Ken. I’m so sorry for your loss, by the way. I can’t imagine what its like. I can tell you really loved her, just by the way you are talking now.”

“Yep, sure do Jen. It was a blast right up to the last day,” sniffing back some tears. “Sorry. It hurts whenever I think about her. Pam’s her name. A wonderful wonderful wife. My best friend and lover for 20 years and so open to new things.”

She slips her hand into Kens hand. “There’s a bench up ahead. Lets sit down.”

They enter the park and stop at the bench, sitting down side by side facing one another.

Jennifer, wearing a tight green T shirt and shorts, turns and faces Ken wrapping her arms around him. Ken thinking, ‘my gawd she looks good. Fuck me’.

“I assure you Ken, I’m here to attend college and am not a social butterfly. Far from it. So, whatever misgivings you may have in allowing me into your home, I am not a party animal. No boyfriends, no girlfriends. At least not here in this town I don’t have any girlfriends. Its lonely for me too. The boys, they can all go piss off. I wanna education, not distractions. The local college has a great program training nurses which I am studying for.”

Ken begins saying something….. until, Jen raises a finger stopping him and continues speaking.

“Shhhh, let me finish please. You don’t look that old to me, mid 40’s I’d guess and I kinda like older men. For the most part they are kind, courteous, behave themselves and are definitely more mature. As for you being horny too, well I suppose you’ve got that under control and know what to do.” She laughs. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. And, I’ll try and be good company for you. As for exciting I’ll let you be the judge.” She giggles.

I’m not sure what to say, other than, “Just having you in the house with me will be exciting” Laughing. “C’mon, I’ll show you the house.”

“That’s great. Does that mean, ‘yes” you’ll let me board with you?”

“Just follow me. One thing at a time.”

“You’re a little tease aren’t you Ken?”

Looking her over, again, Ken says, “And you’re not?” Laughing.

He smiles over at Jen and they both stand and continue their walk.

“Does it bother you, the way I dress?”

“On the contrary, I love it. Could be a lethal weapon though, me being horny and short on excitement and you wearing short shorts.” Laughing.

Jennifer’s shoots a glance over the bulge in Kens Cut offs, “I can tell. You did say you wanted excitement,” Giggling and thinking again, ‘this is working out better than I thought it would’.

“So Ken, you’re what they call an ass man? A man who appreciates a woman’s derriere.”

“Most definitely, You could say that.”

Ten minutes later, Kens leading Jennifer into the house. “I’m going to put the coffee on. Sit down and relax. No, don’t! Changed my mind. Take a look around and see if you like it, then come sit. Bathroom is first door on the left if you need it.” Jen exits the kitchen.

On hearing Jen come out of the bathroom, Ken decides its his turn.

Then, as the coffee brews and sitting at the kitchen table Ken reflects on the mornings events, a hand draped niksar escort over the lump in his cut offs, his bulging erection, and thinks, ‘she is one hot babe, and the way she dresses, WOW’. A low whistle. And who does she remind me of? Shaking his head.

Once the coffee is brewed Ken stands to retrieve two cups and fill them with the hot beverage before sitting back down at the kitchen table.

As Jennifer explores the house alone, she too is thinking. ‘So this is my dad. Wow. And by his own admission, he’s lonely and horny. And, with what I have planned he should be easy pickins for me and my perverted fantasy’.

As Jennifer walks back into the kitchen, “Your house is beautiful. Older vintage but beautiful. Your wife was quite the babe eh Ken judging by the photos I saw of her displayed on the walls.”

“Thank you Jen. Yes she was, Pam was gorgeous and so much fun. Here’s your coffee,” pointing at the table. “Mixins too.”

“Speaking of gorgeous, how come no boyfriends? I’d have thought you’d have em lined up around the block.”

“Simple answer, I cant be bothered. Too much trouble. I’ll wait until I finish my schooling before I go hubby shopping. Better prospects available by then I’m hoping.”

Silence follows as they sip their coffee. Jennifer is busy thinking again, ‘so this is my father. Mom was right, he is pleasant and handsome, for an older guy. So, what happened? Why did he ditch her and take off when I was born? How did he meet the new wife, Pam? Questions, questions.’

Ken breaks their silence,

“Fair enough, I guess. Here’s the deal for you staying here. I like quiet. I read and sometimes listen to “pleasant” music. None of that new crap. Evenings, I may watch an hour or two of TV, usually a movie. During the day I do my morning walk, have breakfast and putz around in the garden. Short nap in afternoon. Prepare a simple supper. In bed by 9, 10 at the latest. Up at 4 or 5 in the morning.

If you think you can work around that, good. Obviously, inviting friends over is a No No. Out of the question. For you, as well as me. I don’t got too many friends. The big bedroom at he end of the hall in the back is yours and you’ve got the dining room table for a study area. You can relax anywhere you desire. Um, anything else?”

“Can’t think of anything at the moment. I promise, you won’t be sorry for letting me live here Ken. I do have references if you wanna see em.”

“Not necessary. I have a pretty good read on people and you passed the test. I’m looking forward to enjoying your company. If you can tolerate me, I’m sure I’ll tolerate you.” We laugh. “Can we shake on it?”

Jennifer slides out of her chair and walks around the table. “Okay, but I’d rather Kiss on it too if that’s okay?” Ken looks shocked and surprised. Jennifer just laughs. “Do I make you nervous?”

With that she opens her arms and steps between his outstretched legs, leans over and kisses him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head tight into her bosom.

With his head buried in her cleavage she kisses the top of his head, then with her free hand, her fingers lifts his chin. Their lips meet for a simple kiss.

Pulling her head back, “I’m so happy,” Grinning. “Thank you, thank you, thank you Ken. Actually can we dispense with the formalities? I’ll just call you daddy and you can call me Jen. Okay?”

“Sounds good to me. Um, is baby okay too?” Smiling. “I like ‘baby’.”

“Yeppers. I’m going to walk back to the motel, grab my car, my stuff and check out.

I am so F’in excited. Such a beautiful home to live in, and you’re such a nice man, daddy.” Giggling follows.

“Sounds good. I’ll come with you if that’s okay.”

We exit the house, “I’m getting extra walking mileage in today,” Ha ha.

“So Jen you’ve hear my story, kind of. 40, widower, married 20 years, living alone now. How bout you?”

“Kinda boring actually, 23, just me and my mom. Dad left just after I was born. So I grew up without a father figure. During high school I decided I wanted to be a nurse specializing in palliative care, lookin after old dying people. Don’t ask me why. Found out the college here has a great training program for my specialty.

Sooooo, here I am. Believe it or not, I’m an introvert. I was burned real bad by my first boyfriend. Thus my distrust for boys my age. My grandfather and the few older men I have met over the years have all treated me with respect, politeness and courtesy. And so knowledgeable. So, I tended to hang out with them, older men that is, when I hang out. Meeting you this morning was an answer to prayer.”

“I see. Wow,” I respond.

“I am so fuckin happy. You have no idea what you’ve done for me Ken, I mean daddy.” Giggling.

We enter the last block before arriving at Jen’s motel.

While Ken waits outside, Jen is busy grabbing her two suitcases and a few items in her room. A thought pops into her head. ‘Meeting Ken this morning was an answer to one prayer, but another prayer pops into her head and needs nilüfer escort answering, fucking her daddy and fulfilling her fantasy. Now the fun begins,’ smiling to herself, ‘Ken, daddy, you have no idea what I have planned for you.’ Feeling the moisture of her arousal dampening her shorts she runs a hand over her pussy. A wicked smile, ‘I’m going to fuck your brains out and fulfill my fantasy, my incest fantasy lust’. Pushing back the curtain in the motel room she observes Ken by the car. Satisfied she has time, she dials her phone.

“Hello,” on the other end.

“I found him mommy. He’s a really Nice guy. In fact, what I didn’t tell you when I first told you I wanted to see him, after meeting him, I wanna fuck him too.” Giggling. “Isn’t that creepy, wanting to fuck my own daddy? Makes me a pervert, huh?”

Sue laughs, then says, “Just do what you gotta do honey. Mommy understands.”

Shocked, Jen says, “You do? Really?”

Sue dismisses the questions and simply says,

“Mommykins misses her babykins, smooch, smooch.”

“Miss you too mommy, hugs and kisses.” Disconnecting the phone.

‘Fuck, what gives? She said ‘Mommy understands. She didn’t even hesitate,’ Jennifer thinks. ‘What the fuck. What am I missing. What don’t I know?’

Ten minutes later, the trunk loaded with two suitcases, her and Ken pile into her small car and head back to the house.

The getting to know one another phase, so to speak, lasted a month. Jen settled in with Ken. She played it cool, behaved herself and kept on course, even though her lustful fantasy burned inside of her. She figured, when the time is right, she’ll drop the other shoe and seduce him.

Ken got used to having another person around the house.

School went well for Jen. Ken adjusted and thoroughly enjoyed her company.

They kept out of one another’s way when they needed too.

They enjoyed their time together when the mood hit them.

It was a match made in heaven.

Except that……

Each week, Jen phoned her mom Sue to chat and give her a brief rundown of how she and Ken were getting along, her activity and the progress she’s making at school. To Jen’s surprise Sue encouraged her daughter to activate stage two of her plan to fuck Ken. As much as Jen agreed with her, there was a hesitation on her part. Is my mom really encouraging me to fuck her ex hubby Ken? What gives?

At times like this Jen didn’t understand her mom and where she’s coming from. Jen needed to stay on course, stay strong and be encouraged. Get what she wants, not what her mom wants. She wondered, Was her mom somehow living her fantasy life thru her daughter? Maybe we’ll both a little perverted, laughing to herself.

Ken too was having a problem.

As time progressed, their defenses weakened, both Jen and Ken become familiar and comfortable with one other. Too familiar one might say.

Almost overnight, in addition to wearing her micro mini skirts or the briefest of short shorts Jen began prancing about in her underwear, bra’s and panties.

At the same time Ken was so comfortable with her he started wearing only boxer shorts and a muscle shirt.

For Jen, it was intentional, part of her plan to seduce and fuck her daddy.

So Jen took it in stride. She actually looked forward in seeing her daddy’s body displayed. The more slutty she dressed, the more aroused Ken was. She often snuck glances at his crotch, the bugling boxer covered cock, his arousal on display. She thought, in her perverted way, His arousal was for her pleasure.

Ken on the other hand, not understanding her motives was becoming over aroused, to the point of losing control.

In spite of masturbating, sometimes several times a day, he was being driven by a demon of lust. Jens perfectly sculptured body and her rounded ass were visons of perfection. Dressing as enticingly as she did, Ken often drooled over her, wanting to bury his face in her crotch. His lust controlled and overwhelmed him.

Jen knew what she wanted. Her perverted fantasy of making ‘incest’ love to her daddy was boiling in her loins. She needed to act on it. Despite mommy being in agreement and, thus, proud of her daughter, Jen needed to fuck him for herself.

And Ken, driven by his lust, needed the courage to move forward with his desire to make love with his ‘house renter’ despite the fear of discovery.

It finally came to a forefront late one afternoon as Jen was innocently preparing supper as she grown accustomed to doing when it was her turn. Dressed in her usual “comfy” attire, today a micro mini skirt and V neck top, she was stirring the stew pot on the oven and chatting back and forth with Ken. Making sure to wiggle her ass with the movement of stirring knowing how much Ken enjoyed ogling her backside. She got a thrill from it actually.

Ken, sitting back, watched her, a hand stroking his denim covered cock.

Summoning the courage to act he stands up.

Suddenly two hands are on her hips, a bulging lump pushed against her ass.

She “GASPS” and jumps, trying to turn around.

The hands hold her firmly in place, “Honeymoon time baby. It’s daddy’s time to perform,” Ken whispered in her ear. “I’m not sure how much or how far you thought you could push me but its my turn to shine now. Hmmmmm.” A thrusting motion forward and the bulging lump pushes deeper against Jen’s ass.