After two weeks of teasing him, of wearing low-cut blouses, of letting my n*****s press through the fabric.
Two weeks of touching myself in my room while thinking of him, of slipping my fingers into my tight little p***y and pretending it was his c**k.
Finally, the day has arrived. I didn't go to bed, I waited in the living room, wearing nothing but a thin nightie. I knew he always came down for water at midnight.
He saw me sitting on the couch when he came down, my legs were spread wide on the couch, my p***y bare and glistening.
"Linda…” his voice cracked. “What… are you still doing in the sitting room in the middle of the night?”
“I… I…was waiting for you…Father,” I said seductively. “
His eyes widened. “What…?”
"Please," I said. "I… I mean… I want you… I can't stop thinking ab
