A daughter who loves her Daddy can't stand to see him continue being unhappy after the death of his wife.
What starts as a simple evening on the couch grows over time as she realises what will make Daddy happy again. Giving him the one true gift a loving daughter can give to her Daddy.
Nap times will never be the same again as their relationship grows and flourishes. But how far will she go to make Daddy truly happy again?
Daddy was on the bed and wearing a shirt and his boxer shorts. Relief struck me hard in the chest as I stood in the doorway.
"You look so much like your mother," he said. "When she was your age, not..." The sentence didn't need finishing. Mom didn't look great at the end. He blinked a couple of times.
I walked to the foot of the bed and looked at Daddy. I could feel nothing but love and lust for him. I looked at his crotch.
I pulled off my t-shirt. Daddy's eyes widened, and a smile grew on his face. The tent pole began to grow.
Climbing onto the bed, on all fours, I crawled up towards him and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. With one gentle motion I pulled them down.
His cock looked beautiful. All veiny and thick, almost as I had imagined it from the handjobs.
I took his cock in my hand, held it upright, opened my mouth and began to suck him.
With a mouth full of cock, saliva and precum I could pleasure him. Letting my hand and mouth work the shaft, little moments where I'd pulled back the foreskin and suck on the head.
Daddy grabbed my hair and began to control the rhythm. I didn't care. Daddy could do whatever he wanted with me.