1. One Incredible Costume


    Date: 11/20/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: RejectReality, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    think,” I said as I finished descending and walked toward her. I honestly have no idea how I kept my eyes in my head, other than the constant exposure to my daughter’s lithe young friends. “Sucks to be them.” As if all the exposed skin wasn’t difficult enough to endure, I noticed Amy’s nipples poking at her costume. They were as big around as my fingertip, and there was no way there was a bra between them and the red fabric. “We’ll see if you get away without a hangover. Need a ride home, or are you staying?” I asked as I pulled my eyes away from the sight. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes when she answered, “I think I’ll stay.” I looked at my daughter and shook my head. “You know, that’s where she chose to pass out. I think I’m just going to leave her there. She can add cramped to her hangover in the morning.” Amy chuckled. “I tried to warn her. We could at least put up the footrest and get her a blanket.” “Fair enough. I’ll go get a blanket. You may as well use her bed since she isn’t going to.” “I may do that,” she said while bending over to pull on the lever that raised the footrest. I spun on my heel to keep my eyes where they belonged. At the top of the stairs, I adjusted my half-swollen member and bopped myself in the forehead. You’re going to get caught staring at her, idiot. You need to behave yourself before you creep her out and she’s afraid to come over here with Dani. Easier said than done. It had been a while for me – almost a year. Between work and ...
    attending everything to do with Dani’s senior year and graduation, there simply hadn’t been time for dating. Somebody had to be there for her. My ex-wife was too busy ruthlessly pursuing her career, which was the main reason she was my ex. I was still going back and forth between self-recrimination and rationalization when I returned to the basement with the blanket, and had to endure the temptation once more. “I’ve got it,” Amy said, and then took the blanket from me to spread it over my drooling daughter. It was time to remove myself from what was becoming an increasingly trying situation. There was no controlling the effect Amy’s barely clad body was having on me. “Like I said, you’re free to use her bed if you want. I’m going to get ready for bed. I can’t stay up all night any more like you kids.” She chuckled and put one hand on her hip, striking a pose so sexy I had to clench my teeth to keep from gasping. Then she said, “Oh, I bet you could, if you wanted to.” “I don’t see that happening,” I said. “Goodnight.” “Night.” I wasn’t half hard when I reached the top of the stairs this time. I had a full-blown, raging erection. It wasn’t drooping much as I grabbed my robe and a pair of boxers, either. The temptation to take care of it in the shower was there, but the same thing that had inspired the problem also discouraged me from that. She was Dani’s friend, and I had to get a grip. Maybe a bad choice of words there. I took a long shower, and had put the image of Amy out of my ...