Guys often referred to eighteen-year-old Brenda as a bombshell or brick sh_t house for good reasons. With a 36C-26-36 figure, she could have any guy she wanted, and she had many. She’s also had several female sexual partners, but not the sex partner she really wanted: her father.
Her father, Samuel (commonly known as Sam), and mother, June, have been married for twenty years. June was a stay-at-home Mom, and Sam worked at a local craft beer brewery. The past five have been rocky, mainly over money problems and because Sam suspected that June was having an on and off relationship with her yoga instructor.
After five years of listening to bickering over this subject, Brenda decided it was time to advance her cause. She suggested that Sam install a GPS tracker on her car so he could see where June went. Sam thought that was a reasonable idea; it would either confirm his suspicions or remove them. It wouldn’t solve June’s bickering over money but might remove the other issue.
Over the following month, June’s car went to an address across town twice a week, immediately following her yoga class, and stayed there for about an hour. He decided to see who lived there, and sure enough, it was her yoga instructor.
On June’s next yoga instruction day, Sam took the day off from work but left the house as he usually did. He knew her yoga class schedule and what time she usually got to her instructor’s house, so he just waited at a diner until after she would arrive there.
Fifteen minutes after she arrived at her instructor’s house, Sam came and opened the hood of her car. He pulled four spark plug wires, closed the hood, and went home to wait for her frantic call that the car wouldn’t start. As he waited for her call, he wondered how she would explain being there. She gave him the address and asked him to fix her car when she called.
He went back to the instructor’s house and, while reconnecting the spark plug wires, casually asked, “Why’re you in this part of town? It’s not on the way home from your yoga lessons.”
“I just felt like taking a drive, Sam,” June responded.
“June, don’t B.S. me. You’ve been at this house after every yoga lesson for at least a month. I also know this is your yoga instructor’s house!” Sam exclaimed.
“Sam, I can explain,” said June.
“There’s no explaining your cheating on me,” he replied.
“Sam, you haven’t been interested in sex, so I had to find it somewhere else,” she tried to explain.
“June, you never said anything to me about your needs. You’re nothing but a whore as far as I’m concerned. I’m going to file for divorce. You can either move out or move into the guest room, I don’t care. If you stay, you’ll get no money from me. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to the bank and I’ll open an account in my name only and transfer the money in our joint account to it. I’ll need it for the divorce lawyer,” Sam declared.
“You can’t leave me penniless!” June exclaimed.
“That’s the way you were when we got married!” he shouted, then got in his car and went home.
When he got home, he told Brenda what had happened.
“Is that bitch coming back here?” she asked.
“I don’t know, Brenda. If she does, I told her she’ll have to move into the guest room,” Sam explained.
Two hours later, June returned to their house.
“George won’t let me move in with him,” June stated.
“He probably has a couple of other women he’s banging,” Brenda suggested.
“He wouldn’t do that, he told me he loved me,” June protested.
“If he loved you, he would’ve let you stay with him,” Brenda stated snidely.
June didn’t answer and went to the master bedroom. She started gathering her clothes and personal belongings when Sam walked in.
“It’s been a long time since you did something without arguing about it,” Sam stated and left.
Brenda started wearing more revealing clothing around the house. June complained each time she saw how Brenda dressed. One day, Brenda got tired of June’s complaining and confronted her.
“Bitch, after cheating on Daddy you have no right to judge the way I dress. You’re lucky he let you stay here and I’ll dress the way I want.”
Three months later, June left and moved in with her parents. Brenda’s way was now clear to implement her plan to seduce her father.
A week after June left, Brenda got up early, put on a sheer red teddy that one of her male sex partners bought, and went to the kitchen. She started the coffee maker, then proceeded to make breakfast.
When Sam came in, Brenda’s back was facing him. He could clearly make out the globes of her ass. He poured himself a cup of coffee and then sat at the kitchen table admiring the view. When she finished cooking, Brenda turned around, placed the food on the table, got a cup of coffee, then sat opposite her father.
“That teddy is a bit too much to wear to breakfast,” Sam stated.
“Oh! Should I take it off?” she replied, knowing exactly what he meant.
“No Brenda. I meant it’s a bit too revealing,” he replied.
“Daddy, you’ve seen me naked since I was a baby. You even saw me naked last year when you walked in on me in the bathroom accidentally, so what’s the big deal?” she recalled.
They continued eating in silence. When they finished eating, Sam got up and excused himself. Brenda noticed the bulge in his pants when he got up.
She thought, “This might be easier than I planned.”
Brenda went about keeping house, vacuuming and sweeping, dusting, doing laundry, and preparing meals, always skimpily dressed; often just a bra and panties.
She was the woman of the house in all things except what she wanted most; to replace her mother in the master bedroom. She knew that she turned Sam on every time he saw her skimpily dressed, so she decided it was time to press the issue.
The following afternoon, Sam had an appointment with the divorce lawyer, who informed him that he would have to split all assets, including the house, with June. When Sam came home, he found Brenda in the living room, totally naked.
“Daddy, we need to talk,” Brenda said.
“Not now, Brenda; I’m not in the mood.
“Daddy, this is important!” she exclaimed
“Why don’t you put something on first. You being naked is distracting,” Sam replied.
“No Daddy. I want you to be naked for this conversation, too.”
“That would be inappropriate, Brenda.”
“Why Daddy? We’re both adults.”
“Because you’re my daughter.”
“I do everything around here that Mom used to take care of, except sex. You could say I’m your wife without benefits,” Brenda said vehemently.
“Regardless, you’re still my daughter. Now, go put something on.”
Brenda left the living room, put on a bra and panties, then went to the kitchen to prepare supper.
As she cooked, she thought, “Maybe if I got in bed with him in the middle of the night.”
Before going to bed, she set the alarm on her smartphone for 2 am.
When the alarm woke her, she went to the master bedroom, naked, and gingerly got in bed. It felt terrific laying in bed with her father, but that’s not what she wanted. The goal was to have sex with him.
When he woke with a naked Brenda in his bed, he had a fit.
“Brenda, wake up! What the hell are you doing in my bed?” he yelled.
“Mmm, your bed is so comfy,” she mumbled.
“Get up, put something on, and get breakfast started or I’ll be late to work.”
Fully awake now, she did as Sam asked.
Brenda was dressed in a bra with a matching thong when Sam came to breakfast.
“What was so important to talk about, yesterday?” he asked.
“Can we talk about it when you get home, Daddy?” she countered.
“Okay Brenda, but we’re both going to be wearing something,” demanded Sam.
“Daddy, what we need to talk about needs to be done naked,” she replied.
“We’ll talk about that when I get home,” he stated as he got up and left for work.
Once more, Brenda noticed the huge bulge in his pants as he got up. She pulled the front of her thong aside and fingered herself until she came, right there, in the kitchen.
“Yes Daddy, Yes!” she yelled as her orgasm peaked.
When she came down from her orgasmic high, she cleaned up the kitchen and then sat down at the table to think about how to break down her father’s reluctance to be naked with her.
She thought, “I wonder if Mom forgot to take something.”
Brenda checked her father’s room first but found nothing. From there, she went to the guest room, where her father forced her Mom to move to. When she opened the closet, she was amazed to find two very sexy nightgowns.
Brenda thought, “I guess they’d be inappropriate at her parent’s house.”
She tried them on, and they fit her well. She decided to wear one for her conversation with her father.
“They must have been from when that bitch was younger, maybe she even wore one of these the night she conceived me.” she thought.
Brenda decided it was time to implement the first stage of her plan to break down his resistance. She washed and dried both nightgowns, then chose to wear the red nightgown rather than the black one for their conversation. She also decided to be nude beneath the nightgown. She hung the black nightgown in her closet and laid the red one on her bed.
She stripped out of her bra and thong at five o’clock and donned the red nightgown. Brenda then went to the kitchen and put a roast in the oven for supper. With supper started, she went to the living room to wait for Sam to come home.
Sam knew that Brenda would be wearing something sexy before he got home. He was surprised when he entered the living room. He didn’t expect her to be wearing one of his soon-to-be ex-wife’s nightgowns and was immediately turned on. His erection was evident by the bulge in his pants.
“Where did you find your mother’s nightgown?” he asked.
“That’s not important, Daddy. What is important is that we have this conversation,” Brenda responded, then continued, “You can see all of me under this nightgown; I want to see all of you.”
“Brenda, I told you before, that would be inappropriate,” he stated.
