Dreaming Of Her Milky Jugs

“George won’t let me move in with him,” June stated.

“He probably has Dreaming Of Her Milky Jugs 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 Dreaming Of Her Milky Jugs.

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 Dreaming Of Her Milky Jugs.”

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, Dreaming Of Her Milky Jugs?” 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.

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 Dreaming Of Her Milky Jugs,” he stated.