Her father grabbed the bottle then looked away from his daughter and took a long japanese pull of wine. He set the bottle aside then went to lie next to Willow on his side facing her, his head propped up by an arm bent at the elbow. She rolled to face him, they were scant inches apart. Using her arm as a pillow she rested her head then smiled at him, her heart was slamming, she was beginning to feel the wine and his nearness. She asked “Daddy, if I weren’t your daughter would you be attracted to me? As a woman I mean?” Willow was warming more, her pussy was beginning to itch, her voice damn near cut off by the strain of forcing air through her constricted throat. She was getting turned on like never before; her body was preparing. The only barrier was his reluctance, she needed to get him past that and into her. He hadn’t answered the question so she prodded again “Dad?” “Willow, you’re barely out of little girl clothes and I just hit my 40’s. No matter what I think or feel that alone would keep me from messing around with asian anyone less than half my age. I mean it would be flattering as hell to think a teen girl would get under blankets with me but I have to face reality; I’m too far ahead in life to be screwing around with someone so young.” Willow noted immediately that age was the only issue he voiced, he did not mention the bothersome fact she was his offspring. “Oh, come on, haven't you ever heard of May-December relationships? Does being older mean you can’t get it up? Is Molly just hanging around because you have a job?” Her father was bewildered by the direction of her questions. He was having a suggestive adult conversation with his daughter that would be better suited with a woman that he might seduce. He blowjob was wondering if her mother should talk to Willow about life, sex and adulthood. He studied her briefly, accepted her questions then grinned “I’m not that old, how about a May-October relationship?” he teased. Willow sensed she didn't have his full interest yet, his attention for sure but not his complete intimate interest. She stepped closer to the edge of daring “Daddy, I think I’m ready to go to bed with a man. I never did it before but I get really strong feelings when I'm around someone special.” She locked her eyes on his, her voice dropped to a suggestive whisper “Do think I should?” He damn near swallowed his tongue he gulped so hard, his chest was vibrating from the rapid slamming of his heart, his prick reacted to the sexy girl looking at him with deep inviting eyes. She was his daughter for Blowjobs Christ's sake, what the hell was he doing on a blanket with her alone in the night with a bottle of wine to loosen his morals and maybe her legs?? As he trembled with fear for what he was thinking one thought came through clearly; a question, a feeling. Was he being seduced? Did the vexing young girl set this whole evening up by the way she dressed, the fresh new hair style, the enchanting way she made up her face, the boldness of her words? Clarity of thought returned and he sat up next to Willow “We have to go home girl, it’s getting late.” Disappointment clouded her mind but she recovered quickly “Yeah, maybe we should, this ground is hard, my bed is a lot more comfortable.” Wham! Those words put the idea back in his head, did she just invite him to her bed? Of course not, she was his daughter, she was voicing an opinion. He backed the car out of the parking spot then as he started the drive home Willow turned sideways leaned back against her door and curled her legs up so her feet rested on the seat too. She adjusted the skirt so it fell evenly across her thighs, uncorked the bottle then they sipped wine for the twenty-minute drive home. Few words were spoken but the interior of the car became more enclosed as Willow fortified her courage with the Merlot and her father paid more attention to her legs than the road. By the time the garage door closed he had grown a full-strength erection and a nut full of lust for Willow. She led into the house, his eyes held prisoner by the swing of her skirt as she walked. He was not following his daughter any more but a woman he was about to bed. He felt her. She was exotic radiating sexuality and lust, he was so attuned to his daughter he knew what she wanted and her desire for him became the final blow that collapsed his reluctance to screw her. They were no longer father and daughter, they were man and woman. Nothing more was needed, no more seductive poses, no more suggestive words or covert moves. Willow knew he would follow her to her room, she knew he wouldn’t say good night and leave again. 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