Kevin Sellers

Daddy_s naughty daughters

CHAPTER ONE

"When are you going to tell them?"

The question arose abruptly, catching Dane Jeffers with one leg raised and his trousers bunched at his foot. He had to hop to keep his balance, and he caught Mona's mischievous little smile as she shrugged out of her blouse and neatly draped it over the motel room's only chair.

"Jesus!" he grunted, peeling the trousers off and tossing them aside. "Are you going to bring that up again right now?"

Unzipping her slacks, Mona Pierce casually wiggled out of them as she answered. It usually bothered her a bit to undress in front of him, even though she'd done it at least a hundred times. But this time was different. This time she had other things on her mind and wasn't about to be put off by a twinge of modesty. "It's just because of right now that I am bringing it up! Haven't we had enough of sneaking around to motels all the time? We should be married, and you know it! Now when are you going to tell the girls about us?"

Hooking his thumbs under his shorts, Dane winced at the mention of his daughters. He had been expecting this confrontation all evening. Throughout dinner, Mona had merely toyed with her food, making off-hand comments about how tired she was of eating in restaurants and living with her mother ever since her divorce.

The trouble was that every time they got into these confrontations, it always came back to getting married.

"Welt?" Having folded her slacks and set them down, Mona turned to face him.

Despite their impending argument, Dane felt his throat tighten with that old familiar horny tension that sprang up from his balls and through his stomach right up to the sudden dryness in his mouth.

Mona was a beauty. And she damned well knew it.

Standing there in just bra and panties, she had the kind of figure that would have put professional models to shame. She was the most voluptuous woman he'd ever known. Her tits overflowed the restraint of her bra, spilling out with a soft, milky fullness that made them seem crushed in the confines of 38-D cups. Her slender shoulders, outlined by a fluffy halo of long radiant auburn-red hair, hardly seemed capable of supporting those enormous tits.