‘For those long, lonely drives. Remember what’s waiting for you at home.”
The accompanying picture was as sweet as her words. It was Becca clad in most of her old school uniform. I exhaled loudly and made sure Helen hadn’t turned. Scrolling up, I scanned some older pics Becca had sent while I was on the road. I guess I’d told myself they were innocent enough. It was only natural that her tits got bigger. Who was I kidding? They were suggestive enough that there was no way in hell I was gonna show the other guys. She was my daughter. Mine.
It was hardly a surprise that I was pitching another tent. Cumming only once was never going to satisfy a weeks’ worth of pent-up horniness. I didn’t bother checking on Helen. She was comatose — and quite useless to me. The pillow was cool behind my head. The phone snapped shut. I slid out of bed and followed my cock.