It was difficult for him to admit, but Kevin had been played once again. A young girl feigning interest in him, a 59-year-old widower--it was flattering. But as they say, when it is too good to be true, it's probably not true. The money she stole, he could live without. The personal items hurt.

In truth, Kevin knew he would have been better off hiring a hooker. His best friend made a habit of that, but Kevin just could never get over the playacting involved. In reality, this most recent experience was not much different: a young girl pretending to have interest in him. It's really the same thing, but the hooker is more honest about the transactional nature of the relationship.

Now, Kevin's daughter was sure to find out, and he was not looking forward to that. Once a week, Kevin's only daughter, Janet, would visit for a few hours. He was grateful for that. Janet was a busy single mom with a solid career to boot. She lost her husband soon after she lost her mom. That brought father and daughter a lot closer, though Janet had a habit of mothering her father more than was necessary. She would scold him over this latest incident. Then she would get over it, and she would just tell him how much she loved him and worried about him. Kevin was proud of her and so glad to have her in his life.

Living alone suited Kevin. He had become set in his ways and was not interested in dating in order to find someone to share his life with. Even when his friends dropped by, he was happy to see them go after the visit so he could once again enjoy his solitude. Frankly, that included his daughter. She would regularly visit on Sunday morning and spend much of the day cooking several meals for him for the week. Then, he would not see her until the next Sunday. That was about right: Enough to look forward to seeing her, but not so much that he tired of it.

Janet had taken to introducing her father to women she thought might be up for such a relationship. She herself had a rather casual approach to sex, though the two of them never discussed specifics. Janet knew her father was lonely, even if he didn't admit it. He obviously wanted female companionship, but his penchant for younger women often set him up for disappointment.

When Sunday arrived, Janet went about her normal routine of cooking and tidying up the place. Afterward, the two sat together in the hot tub. This was something they both enjoyed-- relaxing with a glass of wine and catching up on the week's activities.

Kevin was 5' 10" tall, 220 pounds with a bit of a beer gut. His black hair was showing signs of grey. He was a fairly hairy guy, but only the hair on his chest was fully gray. He was always well dressed, even at home. Though Kevin preferred to be nude in the hot tub, he wore knee-length swim trunks when his daughter visited. He was not particularly shy about being nude in front of her. She had briefly seen him naked on occasion, but sitting together nude in the hot tub, did not seem appropriate.

Thirty-four-year-old Janet was 5'4 inches tall. Janet had gained a little weight after her husband died-- now 150 pounds and a little chubby. Still, she was an attractive Italian girl with long black hair, brown eyes, and a big, beautiful smile. Her normal attire when she visited her dad was jeans and a T-shirt. Since gaining a little weight, she changed to a one-piece bathing suit for the hot tub.

As expected, she confronted her father about this latest incident:

"Dad, what did you even have in common with that 37-year-old woman?"

"Janet, you know as well as I do what it's like to be alone sometimes."

"You have friends, you have family, you're not exactly alone." She concluded.

"You know what I mean. The difference is you are still young. You are a beautiful young woman. It is easy for you to find romance."

"What you really mean is sex isn't it?" Janet replied.

"Okay, we can go there. Yes, I mean sex. I sometimes wonder if I will ever have sex again. I'm sure that is something you can't imagine."

It took Janet several minutes to respond. She didn't really discuss her sex life with her dad, but the truth was not pretty. Raising a young daughter and working full time left little time for romance. An occasional one-nighter satisfied her needs for now.

Janet decided to ignore the question. Her relative youth shielded her from such a notion anyway. After thirty minutes soaking in the hot tub, Janet was ready to get out

"I'm getting hot in here, I need to step out for a while." Janet announced.

Janet stood up and climbed out of the hot tub. This was Janet's childhood home. It was really too big for her dad to live in alone, but he refused to move out. Janet had always enjoyed the large sunroom, now with a brand-new hot tub. She laid down on the double chaise lounge and enjoyed the warm sun shining through the window. It was cold outside this time of year, but the sunroom was comfortably warm in the afternoon.

"I guess, I always assumed you lost the drive for sex at some point, Dad."

Kevin laughed out loud. "I will let you know when that happens. So far, my penis has not gotten the memo."

Janet chuckled. "Really, Dad?"

Kevin climbed out of the hot tub and laid down beside his daughter. The two sat side by side, holding hands with drinks in their free hands.

"I'm just saying I'm not ready to go out to pasture-- and I'm too set in my ways to begin a committed relationship. I had that once, and it was wonderful, but I have no desire to try to find someone at this stage of my life."

"Okay, Dad, I get it...more than you know, but aren't there women your age who just want a friends-with-benefits thing?" Janet asked.

"Not a chance...besides, I like younger women."

"I see." Janet replied.

"Sometimes I just go and get a massage at that Chinese place in town." Kevin explained.

She looked over at her dad. "So you have told me. I'm not sure that's a good idea, though."

Janet noticed a slight bulge in her dad's bathing trunks. She chose to ignore it rather than embarrass him. Instead, she took another sip of her drink. Maybe it was the drinks, but for some inexplicable reason, the thought of just jerking him off entered her mind: 'It wouldn't be sexual, just to relieve him.' She thought to herself. 'No, damn...that's crazy.'

Janet let go of her dad's hand and tapped his belly. "Are you gaining a little weight there, Daddy?"

"A little-- do you think I should lose some?"

"No, Daddy, it's fine." Janet replied. She left her hand on his belly as she continued with the earlier discussion: "Those places really do that? The girls just jerk you off while you're lying there?"

"Of course. It's not really a big deal, Janet. Their hands are all over me anyway."

"But you go there with that in mind, right?"

He nodded. "Yes, that is why I go there...to get some relief. It's more erotic than masturbating, don't you think?"

"I don't think you should do that anymore."

After a moment of hesitation, she slid her hand down to the waistband of his swim trunks. When he didn't respond, she slid her hand under the trunks and touched his penis. Expecting him to slap it away in indignation, she turned her head to see his face. Her father always had this poker face on, though. Janet found it impossible to tell exactly what he was thinking, and now was no different.

Janet slid her hand further down and gently wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard cock. It was surreal to think she was actually touching her father's penis. He didn't move or say anything, so she began to play with it a bit. Obviously, Janet did not think this through because she wasn't sure what was going to happen. 'It was like giving him a back massage, she reasoned.' - except, of course, this wasn't his back.

If she had just let go of her Daddy's cock at that time, that would probably have been the end of it. However, his penis had begun to react. The few brief times she had seen him naked, he never had an erection.

"This is how they do it, Daddy?"

"Oh, damn...wow, baby girl, yes, like that."

Janet glanced down to see the tip of her dad's cock poking out of his swim trunks. Though she could not see the rest of it, her Dad's cock felt thick and hard. Janet was not sure how big it would get, but she couldn't stop now-- that would be cruel. So, she kept her hand pumping up and down until he started moaning.

Janet hadn't heard Daddy make those sounds since she was a kid listening outside her parents' door. Her parents are very vocal. Guilt swept over her as she thought of her mom-- but she kept going.

Without warning, her Daddy let out a loud grunt and ejaculated on his own belly. The excess cum dripped onto Janet's fingers.

'Her own father's cum is on my fingers,' she thought.

She continued to milk her dad's cock even as it began to shrink back in size. More cum was oozing over her fist. She looked up at her father as he turned toward her. There was a moment of silent tension-- neither knowing how the other would react to what just happened.

Janet tried to break the ice with humor: "Was that a good, happy ending, Daddy?"

He was still breathing hard as he laid back in the chaise lounge. He smiled at his daughter: "The best baby girl."

Janet realized she still had her father's softened cock in her hand. She released it and pulled her hand out from inside his bathing trunks.

"Let me get washed up." She said.

Janet got up, washed her hands, then walked back over to clean her dad's cum off his belly with a warm cloth. She would normally have washed his cock too, but she was feeling uncomfortable. It was beginning to sink in: She just gave her fifty-nine-year-old father a handjob.

"It's late, Dad, I need to get back to the babysitter." Janet announced.

"You okay, honey?"

"Yes, Daddy, of course, I am fine...see you next week..."

All week-long, Janet thought about the handjob. It was a bizarre moment in her life that she would not forget-- one of those secrets you carry with you forever. She called her dad a few times during the week just to say hello. Neither one of them mentioned the handjob. It occurred to her to cancel next Sunday, but that would only serve to highlight her discomfort. She did not want her dad to know she was upset.

Kevin, on the other hand, looked forward to Sunday in the hopes it would happen again. He knew she would visit, but if she intended to give him another hand job, she didn't say. He refrained from masturbating all week in anticipation. If his daughter was going to give him another hand job, he wanted it to last as long as possible.

The following Sunday, Janet arrived earlier than usual at her dad's home. They ate breakfast together before sitting down to watch the Sunday morning talk shows over some mimosas. Then she did some cleaning and laundry while Kevin pretended to read his Sunday paper. Finally, he suggested they relax in the hot tub. Though Janet thought that might not be a good idea, she agreed.

Kevin went into the sunroom, prepared the hot tub, stripped naked, and climbed in.

Shortly thereafter, Janet walked into the room, in her bathing suit. She did not immediately realize her father was naked beneath the bubbling water. She climbed in, sat down beside him, and relaxed.

"By the way, thank you for taking care of me last week." Kevin said. "I hope things aren't weird between us now."

They were, but Janet did not want to show it: "It's okay...you're welcome, Dad."

"I was kind of hoping it could be a regular thing."

"What?...are you serious...I don't think that would be a good idea, Dad."

"You don't have to, baby girl...I'm sorry. I just thought, we have given each other back rubs before and..."

"Daddy, that was not your back."

"I know, I just thought it could be part of our Sunday thing."

Janet was quiet as jets stopped and the water slowly settled down. "You want me to turn on the jets again?" She began to ask him. At that moment, she looked down and noticed her dad did not have his swimming trunks on. His cock was soft, and even though it was pointing upward in the water, it was smaller at the moment.

"Dad...what the hell...you're naked in there."

"I'm sorry, I prefer it this way...turn on the jets, and you won't notice."

Janet turned the jets back on, thought for a moment, and then stepped back in. This time, she sat just a little further away from her father.

"Is that the real reason for being naked, or did you assume you'd be getting another handjob?" She asked.

"I was hopeful, baby girl."

For a few minutes, they sat in silence.

"Alright, I'll make some more mimosas, and we can sit on the chaise lounge. Wait until I leave before you get out, please."

When she returned, her father was lying naked on the chaise lounge.

"Daddy, I assumed you would put something on before I came back."

"Oh, come on, baby girl, don't be silly. Sit down with me, and let's enjoy the sunshine with a nice drink."

Janet handed him a drink and sat down beside him. Taking a sip of her own drink, she tried to discreetly check out his package. His legs were spread, and his large ball sack was hanging low between them. His thick cock was still soft and probably only about four inches in his present state. She knew it got quite a bit larger.

Janet took another sip of her drink and then reached over to wrap her fingers around her father's cock once more. Last week, she had wanted to get it over with quickly, but today she took her time. It was much easier without the swim trunks, and she had a better view of his whole package.

She loved starting with a soft cock and feeling it grow in her fingers. She wanted to play with his balls, but thought that would be too much. She was already enjoying this more than she should.

They engaged in conversation until he was fully erect. By this time, he was beginning to verbalize his arousal. In a strange way, she enjoyed that aspect of it. It lasted for a few moments. Then, like last week, he let out a loud grunt as he ejaculated.

He was not a heavy cummer, and Janet wondered if that had to do with his age. Her father was by far the oldest man she had ever had sexual contact with. This time, she took the warm cloth and cleaned not only his belly but also his cock and ball sack. Looking so closely at his package was a strange feeling. But he was enjoying being cleaned up this way, and that made her happy.

By the third Sunday, it was almost becoming routine. When they got in the hot tub, the conversation started out pretty vanilla, by the time that they were relaxing on the double lounge chair, the conversation returned to more suggestive topics.

Janet was wearing her one-piece bathing suit, while her father remained nude.

She never really considered being nude, but was slowly adjusting to his nudity. She played with his soft cock while they continued their conversation. As usual, her dad was the first to turn the conversation to more explicit topics.

"Do you like giving blowjobs?" Kevin's father asked.

She didn't even blush: "Yes, I enjoy it. You've never asked me anything that personal before."

"Does it make you uncomfortable?"

"Not really." She muttered as she began stroking his cock.

"It's hard to imagine you giving a blow job." He continued. " When you started dating, I somehow imagined you would never do such a thing."

"You imagined me having sex?" She asked with a smile.

"Well, I was aware of your sexuality. I never thought any of the boys were worthy of it."

"I know." Janet assured him.

"Was it that obvious?"

"Yes, Daddy. Besides, Mom shared more than you know."

"I don't think I want to know." Kevin replied.

"Probably not, but I know she gave you a hand job or a blow job when she wasn't up for sex. She says she never denied you that."

"Wow, really? I can't imagine that conversation. Is that why you decided to give me a hand job?"

Janet took a moment to respond. "Was I the one who started this?" She asked herself.

"I suppose so, Daddy." She admitted.

"Would it be too strange if you gave me a blow job?"

Janet was caught by surprise: "Um, Dad...Don't you think that would be closer to actual sex... we can't have sex. That's... you know...incest. I mean, I don't mind giving you a handjob on Sundays, but a blow job, kind of crosses the line."

"Are you turned off by the idea? I mean, it's one thing to put your hands on my cock, but putting your dad's cock in your mouth...would that be disgusting to you? Is that the issue? Or is it something else?"

She stopped for a moment and turned to her father. For the first time, it was Janet who felt naked.

"Maybe, this is not a good idea." Janet declared.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. I didn't mean to upset you."

Kevin grabbed his daughter's hand and brought it back to his penis.

"Please, I didn't mean to cross a line. Can you just continue?" He urged her.

She continued jerking him off the same way as the previous two times while thinking about what he said. She looked at her dad's erection in her hand, while thinking about how she enjoyed sucking cock.

Janet stopped again and looked up at her dad.

Kevin watched as his daughter slowly brought her head down to his penis. Janet turned to look at her daddy's face for just a moment, then turned back to face the head of his penis. Without saying anything, she brought her mouth down to the tip. Her lips opened slightly and let the head inside of her mouth.

Kevin watched in amazement. His daughter was actually about to give him a blow job. He felt her tongue swirl around a bit before her mouth slid further down his shaft. He wanted to see her eyes, but she did not look at him. 'Was she ashamed?' He wondered.

He tried to think of anything else to take his mind off what was happening. He didn't want to cum too fast. She moved slowly up and down with her mouth. Kevin felt her thumb and forefinger wrap around the base of his cock. Her other hand was playing with his balls-- a little roughly, he thought.

He groaned with pleasure. He would normally speak, but what does one say to their daughter? He didn't want to cum inside his daughter's mouth.

"Baby girl, I'm going to cum!"

She didn't stop. If anything, she was more vigorous than before.

"Janet, baby girl, I can't hold back, I have to cum."

She kept going.

Suddenly, he released, shooting cum inside his daughter's mouth.

She kept her mouth over his penis, still milking his cum. 'She's going to swallow.' He thought.

Kevin just lay there going soft while she sucked down each drop. She was amazing.

Finally, she pulled her head up and he watched as she swallowed.

"Is that better, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby girl, that was amazing. I don't know what to say."

"Well, I am glad to make you happy, Daddy, so I'll see you next week?"

Janet spent the week agonizing over the events of her weekly visits with her dad. The question for her now was whether to put a stop to all this and try to put it behind them. She wasn't sure that was possible or that she wanted to. A part of her said it was gross. She even tried to convince herself she was not turned on by it.

Kevin also wrestled with the blowjob. His daughter was an adult, but it was still his little girl. He had not had sexual fantasies about her-- at least if you discount dreams. Dreams you have no control over. But real life was a different story. Things were beginning to change. He was beginning to imagine having sex with her-- real sex.

'What was his little girl thinking now?' He wondered.

By the fourth Sunday, Janet decided she needed to have a talk before getting in the hot tub.

"We didn't actually have sex, baby girl." Kevin insisted.

"Daddy, there is nothing more sexual than oral sex-- the touch, taste, and scent of the most sensual part of someone's body."

"Kevin contemplated that for a moment before replying: "Are you ashamed that you have had that experience with me?"

She shook her head. "Not really."

"Because when you put it that way, I would like to have the same experience with my baby girl."

Janet sat silently, not sure how she should respond.

Her dad continued: "...the touch, the taste of your sex."

Janet blushed. The truth is she loved to give blow jobs. It was her favorite part of sex. Receiving oral sex was a close second. She did not have the anxiety that some women do; but the thought of her father going down on her was still unsettling.

"I guess I just wonder where this is heading." Janet finally replied.

"Well, you just said there is nothing more sexual than oral sex...and you have already given me oral sex. So, if we have had sex, then why not continue to explore that part of our relationship? Can I ask you something, baby girl?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Did you cum?"

"No, Daddy."

"But you were aroused?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Do you cum when you receive oral?"

"It is more likely for me than from penetration."

"I would love to make you cum, baby girl."

"Daddy, this is just a Sunday thing, right...I mean our weekly time together? Just our secret weekly get-together..."

"Of course. Look, you are not comfortable. Why don't we just start in the hot tub as usual-- except we should both be naked. It will help us relax. Then, if you change your mind, we don't have to do anything else."

Janet thought for a moment. She was not ashamed of her body, but the idea of sitting naked in a hot tub with her father gave her pause. 'It will likely lead to sex. Oh, what the hell, I've already given him a blow job.' She thought.

"Okay, Daddy, sure, I can skip the bathing suit." She replied as she began removing her t-shirt.

Kevin was already naked by the time his daughter stood before him in a white matching bra and panties. He liked a woman with curves and never understood why his daughter always wore a one-piece bathing suit. He eagerly watched as Janet unhooked and removed her bra, then her panties.

Ever since they began their special Sundays, he began imagining what she looked like naked. His imagination was not far off the mark: Nice round boobs-- a 'D" cup, he imagined. Nicely trimmed black pubic hair in the shape of a triangle.

Janet was quick to get in the hot tub once she was naked. Her father climbed in and sat across from her.

"So, what are the rules here, Dad?"

"It's not a business deal, baby girl."

"I know, I'm sorry, just nervous, I guess." Janet admitted.

"Fair enough, but before anything happens, are there any limitations? I mean, I said I would return the favor by going down on you...but once we go down that path, it could lead to other things...is there anything you don't want me to do?"

'He wants to fuck me.' She thought. Janet was not sure how she felt about it. She was horny, though. It had been a long time, and she needed to be fucked. She had engaged in a lot of fetish sexual stuff, but this would be the craziest thing she ever considered.'

"No, Daddy. Let's just see where it takes us." Janet replied. In her head, she thought: 'Did those words just come out of my mouth?'

This time, after the hot tub, father and daughter went hand in hand to the living room instead of remaining in the sunroom. Standing by the sofa, Kevin reached down and cupped his daughter's buttocks, then reached in to kiss her.

Janet was caught off guard."What are you doing...are we kissing on the lips now?"

Kevin didn't wait for a response and kissed her softly on her lips once more. For Kevin, the kiss was amazing. 'My little girl is a great kisser.' He thought.

For Janet, it took more time to be comfortable with it. She had always kissed him on the cheek and was used to the feeling of his whiskers on her lips. Now, her father's lips were a strange feeling, but she warmed to it in a short time. 'This is going further than oral sex.' She thought-- and the couch was not where she wanted to do it. She pulled back from him long enough to ask a question:

"Daddy, if we are going to do this, can we go to the bedroom?"

"Of course, baby girl." Kevin replied, as he led his daughter to the master bedroom.

The picture on the nightstand of her deceased mom caught her attention. 'God, I hope she would understand this.' She thought.

The two sat on the bed and continued passionately kissing. Kevin took one of his daughter's breasts in his hand and began to flick her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Soon, his hands were all over her body. His mouth soon followed.

Janet closed her eyes and took in the sensations of his lips and hands caressing her body. 'Daddy is talented.' She thought. When he made his way down to her pussy, she opened her legs to invite him in.

She expected him to continue with his mouth, but instead her Father moved up to lay beside her. Kevin used one hand to turn her face toward him as he used the other to probe her pussy.

"Open your eyes, baby girl."

Janet opened her eyes as Kevin reached in to kiss her on the lips once again. His fingers were inside her wet pussy. She shuttered when he touched her clit.

She didn't want to be vocal, but she couldn't hold back: "Oh, yes, Daddy!"

Though she wanted him to continue what he was doing, he stopped and brought his face down to her pussy.

Kevin loved the scent of a woman. Of course, this was not just a woman; it was his daughter. He leaned in with his tongue and began enjoying her pussy. His daughter was loudly expressing enjoyment. He was pretty sure she had orgasmed already, and he was ready to keep going, but she apparently had other plans.

"Lay on your back, Daddy." She called out.

Janet got between his legs and began sucking his already hard cock for about a minute. Then she got up and lowered herself on his rod. Guiding her dad's cock in her pussy was a surreal moment. She moaned as she felt his shaft make its way deep inside.

On his back, Kevin had a great view of his daughter's tits as they bounced up and down to the motion of her body riding his cock. He looked down toward her crotch to watch his cock riding in and out of her pussy: That was an amazingly erotic sight. This went on for a few more minutes before she stopped.

Janet directed: "Your turn" before rolling on her back and spreading her legs.

Kevin knelt down between his daughter's legs and easily guided his cock in her sopping wet pussy. He laid on top of her, supporting his weight with his arms, and started kissing her again. She had such soft lips; he wished he could spend more time just kissing.

Strangely, the sensual kissing in the missionary position made her feel a little uncomfortable. She knew he could cum very quickly now and she preferred that to kissing:

"Give it to me Daddy!" She pleaded.

Kevin was sure he could last only another minute, so he began rigorously pumping in and out of his daughter's pussy.

"Cum, Daddy...cum!" Janet prodded him.

Seconds later, he released inside her with a loud bellow. When his cock was done spilling cum inside her pussy, he rolled off and laid beside his daughter.

"Oh my God, baby girl, that was amazing." Kevin mumbled.

Janet grabbed her father's hand and looked him in the eyes: "Yes, Daddy, it was...same time next week?"