Lauren Loves Dad

The phone vibrated in Del's pocket in the middle of the staff meeting. It was just heading into the second hour of the meeting where half the management team was struggling to stay awake. It never failed. The weekly meeting every Friday after lunch took up to two hours to cover a half hour's worth of business. Del was already thinking about taking off once the meeting was over when he slipped his phone out of his pocket to furtively check the message that just came in. The moment he saw the photo of Lauren the skin on the back of his neck went sweaty and he looked around to make sure no one else could see what was on his phone screen.

On top, Lauren was wearing a clingy, white T shirt that was cropped a couple of inches below her enormous, round boobs. The shirt was so tight and thin as to make it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her long, light brown hair was loose and flowing down over one shoulder but pulled aside to keep the conspicuous swell of her tits in the forefront of the photo.

Del furtively scanned the conference room. No one was paying any attention to the fact that he was paying more attention to his phone than anything else. Taking one more long look at his ripe, curvy daughter, he tucked the phone back in his pocket. Less than a minute later the phone vibrated again.

The second shot made it obvious she'd meant to send the pictures to some other number. Knowing his daughter, Del realized she'd most surely die of embarrassment the second she realized her mistake.

Del hustled out of the building as soon as the meeting was over. When he got to his car, he sat in the parking lot and looked at the pictures again. He spent most of that time gazing at the second one where Lauren exposed the undersides of her magnanimous tits. With a resigned sigh, the girl's father slipped his hands between his legs and rubbed his growing cock through his pants.

Lauren had unknowingly given her father countless erections. He usually excused himself and went to the bathroom to stroke out a hot load of cum while he tried to imagine the girl's exceptional charms fully naked. And as long as he kept his dirty thoughts to himself, Del didn't see any harm in it. He couldn't help it. His daughter was such a pretty girl, and her body was simply outrageous, even if she'd always felt self-conscious about her size. He often wondered if other father's with daughter's like her went through the same frustrations.

Or did she?

Yet he couldn't just sit there in the company parking lot jerking off to pictures of his daughter so he finally put down his phone and drove away. He thought about going to the gym to work out his frustrations, but he'd already been there three times that week. His hard on was also being extremely stubborn since he couldn't get the images of Lauren out of his mind. On the way to his house, he pulled into the city park and pulled over in a well-shaded, secluded spot.

With the second picture that showed the bottoms of her tits on his screen, Del stared and pumped his cock furiously until his cum was spurting all over his steering wheel and the front of his shirt. It was the most intense orgasm he'd had in couple of weeks. As he sat there half dazed behind the wheel of his car he could barely believe what he'd just done.

Omg, Dad, I'm so sorry! Meant to send those to Roxanne! We went shopping today.

I'm so so sorry. So embarrassed now.

Seriously?

Really?!

K, she wrote back, including a blushing little smiley face.

Omg, Dad, I'm not pretty. I'm so fat!

Of course you'd say that. You're my dad.

After a minute or so of no messages, he finally texted: Father or not, trust me, baby, you're seriously hot.

There does happen to be one more, but I don't think I should send it.

It's bad. It was Roxanne's whole idea.

The conversation went silent for a couple of minutes. Del was sure he went over the edge trying to encourage his daughter to send a picture she thought was "bad". He tried to decide if he should call her or just start the car and drive home, but his phone buzzed again before he could. The third picture was similar to the others, but in this one she'd pulled the bottom edge of her top just high enough to expose her nipples. Her nubs were thick and hard, set at the center of large, caramel colored areolas. There were inverted V-shaped tan lines gracing her big, lush tits hinting at a bikini her father had never seen her wear in front of him.

He almost wished he hadn't encouraged Lauren to send the last picture. It only made him want her more and more by the second, and the more he wanted her the more impossible it seemed to be able to stop. He was even beginning to feel like he was entitled to her. She was his daughter. Why shouldn't she naturally belong to him? It seemed downright profane that anyone else should ever be able to savor his own girl's sumptuous body.

I'm sorry. I knew that would be too much.

"Oh my god, Dad, I'm sorry," she said without even saying hello.

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart," he told her. "You're...just...so beautiful." It wasn't like he could just come out and tell his own daughter she had huge, gorgeous tits that he was dying to slap around his cock.

"Most definitely."

"Surprising. Kind of shocking even. But not weird, sweetie. I, um, feel really glad you shared that with me. Just because you're my daughter doesn't change the fact that you're a very beautiful girl."

"I can imagine, honey. You know your first two pictures came in while I was in the weekly meeting."

It was Del's turn to laugh. "Are you kidding? That was the best part of my whole day."

"Definitely," he told her. "Um, sweetheart, has anyone else seen these pictures?"

"Me and Roxanne, you mean, right?"

"I thought Roxanne was the one who got you to take them."

Del listened to her voice and gazed at her picture at the same time. He couldn't resist resting his free hand over his cock and rubbing as it was already beginning to grow thick again. A hot wave of jealousy suddenly came over him when he thought of her friend trying to get her interested in some guy who could never love her the way he did.

"Oh my god, no! I don't even like him. I just...um..."

He could hear her take a deep breath. "I just wanted to show them to you. I lied about sending them to the wrong number."

"You mean you meant to send them to me all along?"

"Oh, no, sweetie. That would be hypocritical."

"Yeah. Since I really like them. All of them."

"Yeah, sweetie. Maybe we should have this conversation in person," he suggested.

"I don't think so, sweetheart," he chuckled. "Why don't you put on one of the new outfits you got today and I'll take you out to dinner?"

"Neither were those pictures, but they're beautiful and you're amazing. So make your old man happy and dress up really nice and we can talk this over at dinner. It's not every day I get to go out with such a luscious young lady. I'll take you somewhere stupidly overpriced and show you off."

The driveway went along the side of the house to the parking lot behind. He didn't bother putting the car in the garage since he was planning to go back out before long and just walked across the backyard and into the rear door leading into the kitchen.

Del and the girl's mother had split up a few months before she started her first year of college. Now that the academic year was over, this was the first time Lauren had spent more than a weekend or holiday at her father's new house, yet she'd chosen to spend the summer with him instead of her mother. The girl's choice had made him happy, but he never imagined what it was going to be like to have a voluptuous nineteen-year-old college girl on his hands all summer.

Del took off his shirt and tie, tossing the shirt into the laundry hamper in his bathroom. The tie would have to be dry cleaned after he used it to wipe up all the cum he'd spurted in the car. But then he just tossed the tie into the waste basket. It was time to go out and get some new ones anyway. He finally put on a dark, short-sleeved jersey and a light grey linen suit. Putting on a suit right after work, especially on a Friday, wasn't what he normally wanted to do, but he had a special place in mind for dinner with Lauren.

"Lauren?" he called. "You're not going to stand me up for our dinner date, are you?"

"It's only me, baby girl. Your dad, who loves you no matter what."

"I'm coming in, sweetheart," he warned as he turned the doorknob.

Lauren was Del's nineteen-year-old daughter, and the selfie she just sent him wasn't exactly risqué, but it was much more revealing of her heavily curvaceous body than she'd ever sent him before. She was sitting on her carpeted bedroom floor in front of the full-length mirror. Wearing a pair of form-hugging booty shorts, her knees were raised and slightly tilted to the side, showing off the thick, shapely undersides of her thighs. Her skin looked satin smooth and already tanned a light shade of cinnamon.

The girl was normally highly self-conscious of her pneumatically voluptuous body so it was a rare occurrence to see her dressed the way she was in her selfie. And it was just on the edge of being suggestive enough to make Del wonder why she would've sent the photo to her own father. He suspected she must have meant to send it to someone else. But who? She wasn't going out with anyone, as usual, so she must have meant to send the shot to one of her friends.

Checking the new message, he found another selfie from Lauren. It was almost the same as the first one, except in this one she had her finger hooked under the bottom hem of her shirt and was pulling it up just high enough to expose the smooth, round undercurves of her extravagant tits. Del's face felt like it was burning as he stared in awe at this rare view of his luscious daughter. Her pretty face had that usual look of uncertainty as she gazed at into the camera.

The meeting droned on for another twenty minutes. Del spent the whole time sneaking more looks at phone, fighting the urge to let his cock go hard and deciding how to reply to the messages. Even if the pictures were meant for someone else, he couldn't just ignore them. He'd always tried to be open and honest with his only daughter. But then again, there was the possibility she might feel better if he just pretended he never saw them.

With his cock fully swollen, he rubbed the long, tube-like bulge and started wishing his daughter would send another picture where she'd pull her shirt up to her neck and expose her tits completely. But he still savored the surprising, cock-hardening views she already sent. The most he saw of his daughter's body nowadays was when she was hanging out in the evenings after her shower in an oversized T shirt and panties. She went without a bra at such times, and the heaving sway of her enormous tits and the occasional sight of her swollen nipples always drove his pulse higher.

Yet Del loved his daughter more than anyone in the world. Far more than he'd ever loved her mother. He would've done anything for her. At the same time, he had no control over the way her succulent body affected him. Sometimes he gazed at her in awe when she didn't know he was looking, completely amazed his own daughter could be so hot and sensuous without having a clue.

With the new pictures on his phone, this was the first time he'd ever touched his cock with anything other than a mental image of his daughter in mind. Sitting in his car, his cock kept getting harder and harder, precum beginning to soak a spot into his pants.

Holding his phone in one hand, Del unzipped his pants and fished out his hard cock with the other. He flipped back and forth between both pictures as he stroked his shaft. It came to him that maybe he wanted his daughter so much because he couldn't have her. But it didn't really matter. He just wanted her, and he wanted her badly. He just needed to keep his feelings hidden.

After putting his cock back in his pants, Del used his tie to wipe his cum off the steering wheel. He figured he had the rest of his drive home to think of something to tell his daughter about sending the pictures to the wrong number, but then his phone buzzed before he could start the car. It was another message from Lauren, but there was no picture this time.

Don't worry, sweetheart, he wrote back. I was pretty sure you had the wrong number, haha.

Don't be, honey. You look amazing in them.

Definitely. Can I save them?

Yeah.

You could send me pictures anytime. I always love to see my pretty baby girl.

You're seriously beautiful, sweetheart. Just trust me on that.

Del just sent her a smile emoji, trying to be cautious about saying more than he should. For some reason, it was easier to text a conversation like this than have it face to face. Having to look into his daughter's deep, brown eyes always turned him into mush.

The second he sent the message he regretted telling his daughter she was hot. He should have just said she was beautiful. That would have been a better word for a father to use about his own daughter. Lauren sent back another blushing smiley, with another text a few seconds later.

Why?

Maybe you should let me see, then. I can tell you if it's bad.

Despite the cum from his orgasm still being wet on his shirt, Del's cock was already stirring with new sensation while he stared at Lauren's latest picture. The sight of her swollen nipples was nothing short of mouth-watering and the longer he stared at them the more he was aching to suck and taste them. He wanted to run his tongue all over the smooth flesh of her prominent orbs and listen to the sound of her loving sighs and moans. Already rubbing his cock through his pants again, he found himself trying to imagine what kind of sounds his daughter uttered when she was aroused.

He squeezed his cock and stared at his daughter's monumental tits, forgetting how much time was slipping by. Then his phone buzzed again. Another message from Lauren.

Del plugged in his earbuds and quickly hit his daughter's number, realizing he should've replied faster. Her phone was still ringing by the time he swiped back to her third picture, and he was admiring her bared nipples once again when she answered.

Del sighed. He didn't even begin to know what he should say.

"Really, Dad?"

"It wasn't too weird?"

"Really? I can't even tell you how nervous I was."

Lauren giggled. Del was happy to hear her relax a little. "Sorry," she finally said, "I hope it wasn't too distracting."

Then it got quiet on his daughter's end. "Really?"

"No, Dad. Just you."

There was a pause. "Oh shit. Um, no, Dad. You're the only one."

"Well she did, kind of. We went shopping for all this new stuff today and she was needling me to take some hot selfies to send this guy she thinks I should go out with."

"So you took those to show some guy Roxanne wants to set you up with?"

"What, sweetheart?"

Del's cock surged with heat as that started to sink in.

"Yeah, Dad. Kind of. Do you think I'm a total freak now?"

"It would?"

"Oh. Wow."

"Oh god, I think I'd die."

"Um, Dad, that might not be appropriate."

Del disconnected the call before the girl had a chance to refuse. He then made a quick call to make a reservation at the restaurant where his company sometimes wined and dined important clients. He almost didn't get a table that late in the day, but when he mentioned the company's name they gave him a table without a second thought. After that he set the phone aside and drove toward his house.

He called out for Lauren but didn't get a reply. If he hadn't known better he would have thought the house was deserted.

He went upstairs to his room quickly, wanting to get his cum-stained shirt changed before his daughter saw it. Her bedroom door was closed, and he was sure she was in there and avoiding him as long as she could.

When he went back into the hallway, the girl's bedroom door was still closed. Del stood there listening a few moments and couldn't hear a sound. He finally gave a soft knock.

A moment passed before the girl replied. "I don't think I can go anywhere like this. Especially with you." She spoke so quietly her father had to strain to hear her.

"That's kind of the problem." Her words were practically muffled this time and Del wasn't even sure he heard her right.