My Daughter Cheryll

100% fiction!

 Cheryll was taking a shower in my bathroom because the water pressure the night before. She is a beautiful 18 year old who looks just as her mother did when she was her age. She is a beautiful caramel color, with shoulder length hair, and piercing gray eyes that she had gotten from me. I stood there staring through the shower doors watching while she slowly soaped her body, enticingly bending to wash her legs so i could see the soap sliding down the crack of her beautiful ass. An ass I ached to bury dick in the hilt.

Two years ago we lost her mother Sharice, in a car accident. In the months that followed her funeral, Cheryll and I enjoyed a closeness that we did not have before. We could talk about anything, which was proved just an hour or so later, when I asked what she wanted for her birthday. She sat there at the table with her fork to her lips with faraway look in her eyes for a moment. Her expression cleared and she said
″It`s something i can`t have so i`ll keep it myself daddy, but thank you for asking"

“What makes you think you can't have it? You'll never know if you don't ask. “Baby I don't know what to say.”

Cheryll's face fell and tears shimmered in her eyes, yet she held my gaze as she said “Oh daddy I told you I couldnt have what I wanted, but you made me tell and now look...oooh!”
“Stop, I didn't say anything bad. Hell i'm flattered but that's not something that most 18 yrs old girls want for there birthdays. Not only are consequences that could be__”

“Are youn saying you would like to but your afraid that if someone found out...or are you putting me off with excuses? I am a big girl daddy, the truth would be appreciated.”

Now its my turn to squirm. I rose from the table and poured myself a cup of coffee, finally returning her curious gaze I say, “Baby girl, I would love to. It's been two years since I'v been with another woman after your mother.I look at you and see more and more of your mother...