Chapter 178 My Promise To Daddy(Incest Sex):>Ep1

• The day that changed my life forever began just like any other sunny, warm May morning. I saw my husband off to work after breakfast, did the usual household chores, had a shower and sat down to watch some daytime T.V. I reflected on what a happy lifestyle my husband, John, and I shared. We're both in our mid-twenties, have a nice house, some good friends, no kids (yet) and enjoy all the benefits that his decent salary brings. I was roused from my reverie by the ringing of the doorbell. I shouldn't have been surprised to see my Dad in the porch, since we had arranged to go to the golf driving range that morning. But I guess my daydreaming had taken up more time than I realised. He came in and waited for me to get dressed for my practice lesson. I'm not very sporty but at least golf allows you to be awful and still enjoy a good walk. Besides, it gets so boring staying at home all day and John doesn't like me working, so this gives me a nice break.
• Dad drove us the few miles to the golf course. Mum was at work but he had the day off and I think he liked the idea of teaching his youngest daughter to play the game he loves so much. I found a nice quiet stall away from the other learners, so that no one could see the terrible shots I hit, while Dad went to buy a bucket of practice balls. I started to swing the club to get my muscles loosened up. Although I don't play too much I keep in good shape with my twice weekly dance classes. John likes to take me out a lot in the evenings and show me off to the world, as he puts it, so it's important that I keep to a size 8. Dancing and golf help me to keep my figure the way John likes women to be, tall, busty and leggy. I looked up from my stance to see if Dad thought I was addressing the ball correctly only to find that his focus was not exactly where I had expected it to be. To be precise, he was staring directly at my ample cleavage. I admit that a tight fitting, low buttoned top and equally tight shorts may not be the most appropriate attire for the golf course proper, but didn't feel it was out of place for the driving range. My eyes still hadn't found his so I said " Excuse me, but are you going to help me today Dad or just stand staring at my body?".
• When eventually he looked up, his expression was not one of shame or embarrassment at mentally undressing his own daughter, but of sheer, undisguised lust. I was not entirely surprised. I had seen that look on his face before. Often, when we've been at family gatherings like weddings or birthdays, I've caught him looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I usually wear a short, tight little mini skirt and high heels to occasions like those and sometimes, if I know Mum's not looking, I'll give Dad a treat and somehow try to let my skirt ride up even higher . I admit that I get excited when any man lusts over me, even my own father. I can imagine what they'd like do to me if they had me in their power. Anyway, that's how I normally feel. But today I was angry. Angry because I really wanted to concentrate on getting better at this stupid game. That's why I said it. That's why a fantasy turned into a reality. It just came out of my mouth before I even realised what I'd said.