Jessi's conception was not one made in heaven. Her Mom was a drunk, slutty, good looking girl and her Dad was a horny fifteen year old orphan who wanted to loose his virginity. Well he did that alright but a few months later he found out he was going to be a Father.

Her Mom's parents were big "C" catholics who wouldn't allow their daughter to have an abortion. As a result a hasty marriage was arranged. Her Father dropped out of school to provide for his wife and newborn. The tragedy was that Mom was too irresponsible and definitely not Mother material. After the marriage Mom's parents treated them like leper's wanting nothing to do with their bastard grandchild.

For several years Mom tried to be a good wife and mother but still being young, pretty and having a husband that was usually working two jobs, she strayed. Mom went from having the occasional illicit liaison to eventually turning the odd trick. She used the extra money to treat herself to things her husband couldn't provide.

Mom was incapable of nurturing Jessi. When Daddy was home his little girl virtually clung to him. The highlight of Jessi's life was any evening when she could sit on his lap while being read a story. It was the only time she felt warm, secure and loved.

By the time Jessi was eleven her Dad had just started a web hosting service. Being the early 90's he had the right idea at the right time. It would not be long before he could provide a much better standard of living. This was also when Mom's dirty little secret was discovered.

Jessi's school had two contact numbers. The first was home and the second was her Father's work. At lunch Jessi drank milk and ate an orange. The milk curdled and she threw up. The office called home but no one answered so they called Dad.

Dad picked up Jessi and took her home. As soon as they entered the house Dad and Jessi heard Mom cry out from the second floor. They thought she was in pain. That illusion was shattered when screams of "Fuck me!" echoed throughout the house. Dad told Jessi to go wait in the car then headed upstairs.

After a few minutes Jessi saw the front door open and a half clothed man come running out. He was clutching his shirt and tie while holding up his pants. While looking up at her parent's bedroom window, she saw figures moving around and could hear sounds too muffled to understand. She realized there was a lot of yelling going on.

Finally Daddy came out, got in and slamming the car door. Jessi was scared and kept quite as they drove away. They travelled aimlessly for at least an hour then Dad pulled into a park. Without a word Dad led Jessi to the swings. She had a great time on the playground. Later he took hold of Jessi's hand guiding her to sit on an isolated park bench.

In a trembling voice Daddy told Jessi "Your Mother is moving out and we're getting a divorce." then started to cry. Jessi moved onto his lap and they cried together. By the time they returned it was obvious Mom was gone as Dad's bedroom looked like a tornado had hit it and there was no sign of her cloths.

Mom had lousy timing as within weeks of her leaving, the nature of Dad's new business allowed him to work at home. With remote access to the Web servers he only needed to go to the data center for client meetings. To Jessi this was a dream come true. Daddy was always around and she could spend more time with her favourite parent.

Things seemed to be going well but on her twelfth birthday she didn't received a present or even a phone call from Mom. She knew other kids who had divorced parents would regularly spend evenings or weekends with the one they didn't live with. When she asked Dad about it he told her that the divorce was finalized and he had sole custody. What really hurt was that Mom never showed up at the hearing and had already moved away.

Meanwhile Dad, who had little education outside of what he'd learned on the job, was under the mistaken impression that all personality traits were inherited. This led him to conclude that because her Mother was a slut, Jessi was doomed to become one too. Dad reasoned that if he could channel Jessi's slutty nature to someone loving maybe he could save his special girl. Once a person like Dad made up his mind you'd be hard pressed to convince him otherwise.

Sometime after her birthday Jessi got in trouble at school and they called him. Jessi had never done well academically so any issues at school were taken seriously. As he had predicted Jessi was showing signs of having her Mother's irresponsible nature. He decided to put his plan into action. The first thing he did was purchase a lockable cabinet, had a third key made then bought a stack of blank diaries.

That evening he showed her the cabinet, gave her the original keys and the blank diaries. He told Jessi that it would be a good idea to record all her inner thoughts as a way to deal with the loss of her mother. He said that the locked cabinet would provide total privacy so she could write anything no matter how private. Even things she didn't want him to know.

Jessi was thrilled with the idea and quickly adopted a habit of writing something in her diary almost every day. Of course this was just a way for Dad to monitor Jessi's behaviour. At least once a week, when she was at school, he'd open the cabinet with the third key and read any new entries. At first it was mostly boring and nothing of concern. That changed a week before she turned thirteen.

Jessi and Dad were still getting together to read a bedtime story. After the story was done Jessi turned Dad's usual goodnight kiss from her cheek to her lips. A startled Father asks "What's up sexy?" his response delighted her. She just giggled and ran off to bed.

The next day Dad read her diary to see if she had left any clues about last night's kiss. What he found was that two days ago, on the way home from school, Jessi took a short cut through a wooded area near the house. From two days ago:
"... I saw movement ahead and stopped. There were two teens kissing and it was not like the kisses I give Daddy. Mouths were open and their heads moved around a lot. The boy had one hand under her skirt and the other over her breast. When they stopped kissing I could tell the girl really like what the boy was doing. She seemed breathless and exclaimed 'I love you Kyle!' As I watched my body felt kind of excited especially my kitty. Before they saw me I went back taking the long way home. ..."

Last night's entry:
"... I gave Daddy a kiss like I saw yesterday and he called me sexy. I felt that tingle again and rubbed myself before going to bed. I'll try asking him to kiss me that way again. ..."

After Dad put away the diary he sat down to do some thinking. He realized that even as a preteen his daughter was showing her first slutty signs. This meant that he would need to start channelling her inherit tendencies. Luckily she had chosen him to help embrace her inner slut. To protect her, he reasoned that it made perfect sense, after all sluts are only identified when word gets around. At least if she's a slut at home he had a chance to keep her secret.

That night after Jessi's bedtime story she asked for a kiss on the lips. Daddy said "Why on the lips" and she replied "It won't be long before I'm dating and I should start learning now.", "Are you sure Jessi? This isn't something a Father and Daughter normally do." Jessi exclaimed "Its only kissing Dad!"

"OK, close your eyes and I'll kiss you." Dad kissed her lightly while slowly rubbing his hands over her body but not touch any naughty bits or even her bottom. Jessi responded by kissing back emulating what he was doing. Dad opened his mouth and licked her lips. Jessi opened her mouth and they touched tongue tips.

For the first time Daddy heard his little girl sigh. He pulled back and looked at his angel. Soon she opened her eyes and smiled up at him saying "Wow, Daddy you're giving me goose bumps" and pointed at her budding nipples. Dad said "Well you've got what you wanted now off to bed with you."

Jessi didn't make another entry in her diary for two days but did ask for more kissing lessons. She got her wish with Dad being gentle and as loving as he knew how. Jessi's body responded and she squirming her butt around before they stopped for the evening.

She wrote:
"... I'm sure glad that Daddy believed me about wanting to learn how to kiss. He's one great kisser. Daddy makes me feel so good and the tingling is wonderful. Twice now when I go to bed I rub my kitty and think of those kisses then fall to sleep. I sure hope they continue. ..."

Jessi now expected a kissing lesson every night and Daddy accommodate his princess. This continued throughout her thirtieth year. The most significant change over that time was when Jessi said her neck was sore and moved to straddled Daddy. This brought their heads to the same level. That night she put her hands on the back of his head and rubbed her chest into his. It was pretty obvious she was trying to stimulation her developing breasts.

Daddy trailed his hands down her back, over her butt and along the sides of her thighs. That made Jessi loose her concentration and panted into his mouth. He continued to run his hands up and down her body but always over her nightie.

When he broke their kiss she sat back with her head facing down panting. He lifted her chin, to look him in the eye and said "Jessi, you are beautiful and already a great kisser. Now off to bed." She gave him a quick hug before leaving.

The next day Dad read in her diary:
"... I love our kissing lessons but last night was the best. When he runs his hands over me it felt awesome. Before going to sleep I rubbed my pussy, my body shuddered and my fingers were soaked. ..."

For both Father and Daughter the favourite part of any day was the "kissing lesson". Dad had to admit that she was learning to kiss so sexy that he often needed to go and relieve the pressure in his balls.

He also noticed that Jessi's body had rapidly changing that past year. She had grown a pair of handfuls, her hips had broadened and she was starting to form a woman's fleshy butt. Dad knew that not only because of a man's critical eye but because he was the one buying her cloths. The two continued with their nightly play as if it happened in all households with a Father and Daughter.

Days before Jessi's fourteenth birthday Dad reads a new diary entry:
"... Stephenie said that Daddy is the best looking out of all our our Fathers. I found out her Dad is already 38 while mine is still only 29, that's cool. Mary said the first time she saw my Dad she thought he was my older brother. ..."

Two days later she wrote:
"... I like rubbing my tits against Daddy's chest but I wish he would touch them like I saw that boy do. Maybe sometime he would touch under my nightie so I can know what that girl liked so much. ..."

Dad thought, it seems my girl needs more contact so I have no choice or she'll stray. Of course Jessi did not expect nor did her Mother contact her in anyway. That was a few years running and Jessi rightly concluded that the woman was out of their lives forever. All she had left was Daddy and the was no way she could loose him.

On her birthday Dad took Jessi to a fancy restaurant. He had given her several presents including her first young woman's outfit. This included a dress, matching shoes, lacy bra and shear hiphugger panties. Looking in the mirror she was thrilled at how much older she looked. Jessi spent an inordinate amount of time checking out her body. She was also allowed to apply makeup for this special occasion.

As a tease, the matradee showed Jessi and Dad to their table saying "I hope you and your lovely wife enjoy the meal". Jessi was so thrilled she almost kissed him. Dad winked at her and they had a magical evening. When they got home Jessi was too wired to sleep but it was still a school night so Dad said they had time for a short story before bed.

Jessi changed into her nightie but left her new panties on. When she came back downstairs Jessi told Daddy that she wanted an extended "kissing lesson". He smiled and nodded saying "Well if that's what my birthday girl wants."

Before Jessi sat down she told him how much she loved her gifts especially the grownup cloths. Her favourite were the gifts he had not seen. She pulled her nightie up to her stomach. Daddy sucked in his breath as those panties framed the sexiest camel toe he'd ever seen. She turned slowly around to reveal a tushy made in heaven.

Jessi saw Daddy staring and for the first time had an inkling the power a sexy woman has over a man. Daddy looked up and said "You are stunning." She let the nightie fall back down and was going to sit on his lap when he stopped her.

Daddy said "Jessi, you don't want to wear out your new cloths, anyway you're too old to wear panties to bed." She was not sure that she heard correctly but then he put a hand on either side of her thighs and slowly slid them upwards.

Jessi sucked in a breath and exhaled quickly thinking about what he might do. That made her special place tingle more than she could ever remember. Daddy was looking up into her eyes as his fingers made their slow sensuous skyward journey. When they touched her nightie's hemline it rose along with his wrists.

When his hands touched her waistband he hooked his thumbs under them and pulled down. Jessi's pussy was wetter than at anytime they had kissed. Finally his hands passed below her hemline and the panties dropped to her feet. She lightly stepped out of them and Daddy sat back.

Jessi only hesitated for a second before straddling his lap. That night, his kisses seemed more intense than she could remember. The touch of his hands on her tushy felt like her bottom was bare. Jessi moaned and pressed her butt back into his hands. For the first time ever he stop there and cupped each cheek giving a nice squeeze before continuing their normal journey.

She could not help but pant into Daddy's mouth so he moved his lips to her neck and tenderly kissed from shoulder up to purse his lips on her ear lobe. For the first time she moaned "Daddy" while her mind embraced the sensations he enticed from her body.

He whispered in her ear "You are my special sexy girl Jessi. Daddy loves you so very much. I hope my touch makes you feel sexy and loved." With that one hand settled on her bottom, the other cupped a breast.

Jessi's breathing became very rapid and she could only manage the occasion "Daddy" among the many panting "aah"s. Daddy played with her breast and nipples then switched his hands making sure neither breast or cheek was neglected. Jessi was in heaven. Daddy said "Happy birthday young women. Now off to bed with you." giving her a last cheek and breast caress.

Her legs were a bit wobbly and Daddy had to collect her panties but she eventually left. When she got in bed Jessi pulled off her nightie and barely touched her pussy before coming. This was not enough for she just kept rubbing herself reliving every moment and eventually came again while moaning "Daddy". She fell asleep with wet fingers between her legs.

Two days later Dad read in her diary:
"... I don't care how many presents I got the one that I'll always remember was Daddy touching me like that girl. I pray that this will not just be a special birthday gift. Thinking that he might touch my naked pussy almost makes me come. I'll wear panties tonight to see what happens. ..."

Dad thought about what she had written and knew his plan was working. She was still focused on him when she needed to quench her slutty needs. If this continued no one would realize she was a slut. Dad admitted to himself that masturbating after she'd gone to bed was the best he'd experienced in a long time. If she wanted to accelerate their play then he would help his daughter.

That evening at the usual time Jessi appeared in a shorter than usual nightie. He could tell right away she wore panties as their color could be seen through the semi-translucent cloth. When she stood in front of him Daddy said "Jessi, I can see you're still wearing panties. You know what I told you? Come closer and I'll remove them." His dutiful daughter moved closer tingling in anticipation of Daddy's touch.

This time when his hands ran up her thighs his wrists lifted up most of her hemline with them. The front of her panties were fully exposed. When he got to the waist band his fingers went under and to the back cupping her bare cheeks, squeezed and pulled them slightly apart. The waist band at the back slid over his fingers and settled just below her butt.

His thumbs moved around the still covered front. Their tips touched then moved lower pulling her panties down. While doing so his thumbs rubbed over her mons and just teased her slit before quickly pulling the panties to her feet. Jessi's eyes were closed and it took her rattled mind a moment to realize Daddy was waiting for her to step out of them.

When Jessi looked at Daddy he winked, smiled and motioned her to straddle him for a kiss. She breathed out a long "Whoa" and then moved forward wrapping her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Daddy tasted her mouth and rubbed down her back over her bottom. When he started back up his hand went under her nightie to cup, squeeze and pull apart her cheeks before continuing up to her neck.

Each time his hands reached her back the nightie would fall down to cover her bottom. For a reason she couldn't fathom this naked hide and seek made it almost impossible to focus on kissing. She moved her head beside his and panted into his ear "I love you Daddy."

He kissed lightly up and down her neck. "I love you too my sexy women. Let Daddy make you feel good." His hands moved back under her nightie but when they pulled apart her cheeks the fingers from both hands trapped her outer pussy lips and pushed them together rubbing slowly back and forth.

Jessi tightened her grip around his neck, panting continuous "aah"s like she'd run a race. He whispered in her ear "That's it princess let Daddy play with you." He continued to tell her how good she was, how much he loved her and how sexy she'd become.

These words combine with his touch made her feel happier than at any time in her life. Daddy continued teasing her pussy then moved an index finger to slide into her slit. Jessi moaned "Daddy" and began to shake. "Daddy's so proud of you baby girl, he wants to see you come." His index finger went far enough up her slit to bump into her exposed clit.

Jessi spasmed and came to a loud "Oh Daddy!" He moved his hands and massaged her back repeating "Yes baby come for Daddy." Finally he felt her heart slow down and Jessi loosened her grip enough to lean away and give him a long sensuous kiss which could only be produced from a woman in climatic euphoria.

She moved around to sit across his lap and they cuddled for sometime. Finally Jessi looked up and said "I have never felt this good before. Thank you Daddy." He kissed the top of the head and said "Honey it was Daddy's pleasure to help you." With that said, he picked her up to tuck her into bed.

As soon as Dad came back he grabbed her discarded panties, put them to his nose, took deep breaths while stroking himself to a much needed orgasm.