To put it bluntly, my 18 year old daughter Mary, has no breasts. The medical term is "hypoplastic". Neither my wife nor I know of any other female in our family tree with this condition. To say the least this has been a major issue with her social development.

Of course there was no negative impact until after she turned 13. By the time Mary was 16 she had picked up the nick name "Flatsy". After the Flatsy Doll's slogan "Flatsy, Flatsy, their flat and that's that". She may have been able to ignore those cruel teen jibes but it seemed everywhere she went people assumed she was a boy.

No matter how much we tried to boost her self esteem she retreat further into a lonely shell. The high school senior prom came and went without so much as a mention in our house. Both her Mom and I felt something drastic needed to be done before she was scarred for life.

Luckily we are both professionals with high paying jobs. We decided to send her to the best breast implant surgeon we could find. What scared us silly was that our "solution" may backfire if Mary did not like the idea. She could very well think that we were confirming everyone else's low opinion of her femininity.

Eventually we sat Mary down and had "The talk". To our surprise and pleasure she fully endorsed the idea even saying she had considered asking for the procedure as a graduation present. Mary got up and left going to her room excited with a smile on her face that had been absent for what seemed like years.

From that point on things got a bit weird in our house. Mary would call me to her room to get a "man's" opinion on various pictures of breasts she found on the web. If I had a nickle for every time Mary asked "Can't you see me having these Daddy?" I would have had to declare additional income at tax time. My wife thought it was hilarious but said I was the resident expert and should be happy our daughter valued my opinion. Alright but it still made me uncomfortably.

Mary wanted both of us at the surgeon's consultation. During that session we went through a large number of before and after pictures. The doctor was an artist no doubt worth his exorbitant fees. I suspected my wife had thoughts about seeing him for a pick me up in a few years. To my chagrin Mary left the final selection up to dear old Dad. I thought the doctor would choke when I said "she'll take a pair of those."

With the final arrangements made he handed us a post surgery guide. Once we got home I read the guide. One paragraph caught my eye "Early and vigorous post-op massage of the implants, fully displacing them throughout the entire over sized submuscular pockets is used to keep them wide open, and thus the implants soft, freely movable, soft to the touch, and natural-appearing to the eye. This procedure must not be performed by the patient." I was sure glad Mary's mother was around. Little did I know what fate had destined for this poor sole.

A week before Mary's surgery was scheduled my wife announced that she was getting a promotion but it meant she needed to temporarily move to the west coast to open a new branch office. She could not miss this opportunity as it was her chance to break through the glass ceiling. Unfortunately my wife had to leave the same day as Mary's surgery.

The night before her flight we made out like teenagers. It would be a long while before we would be together again. Lying in bed, still in our after glow, my wife mentioned that I would need to help Mary and that included the Doctor ordered massages. I hemmed and hawed until my wife scolded me with "Dammit Dan their just breasts, false ones at that, get over it, your daughter needs you. Do everything you can to boost her self image with lots of complements. Make her feel that you see her not only as a daughter but also as a sexy women." I promised to do as asked but my inner letch was very afraid.

Just after we waved bye to my wife's cab we were in the car headed for the clinic. Mary gave me a good bye hug and kiss before the nurse led her into the pre-op room. I waited a few hours before the doctor appeared and told me that the surgery was a success. I was expected back by 9AM to take Mary home.

The next day, on the drive to fetch my daughter, I wondered how different she would look. Well it ended up that there was not much to see as she wore bandages under a very loose top. My wife called soon after we were home but Mary was already asleep from the pain meds. I suggested she call again in several hours. My wife said OK and reminded me of my promise before hanging up.

Mary needed to spend the next three days in bed lying in a semi-reclined position. I took three weeks off to waited on her hand and foot. For the first two weeks I made sure she took the prescribed meds, massaged her legs to prevent blood clots and made sure she never lacked for water to keep her hydrated. The little bell beside her bed must had made her feel like a spoiled little rich girl.

Two days after surgery Mary seemed well rested and in good spirits. It was time to remove the bandages. I got some heavy lotion then went to her room and knocked on the door. Both of us knew what was coming. She was at least as embarrassed as I was. I think seeing my obvious discomfort was just the medicine she needed as Mary began to smile, then laugh. She soon stopped in discomfort but the ice had been broken.

After I was sitting on the side of the bed she started to undo the buttons of her loose fitting blouse. It seemed that even raising her elbows to do this simple task was uncomfortable so she asked me to do it. I unbuttoned the rest and opened her blouse. Mary's complexion turned red and she avoiding my eyes. I proceeded to pull the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms.

I slowly removed the gauze dressings so she could shower for the first time in days. She asked me to bring her a hand mirror from the dresser. She inspected her breasts from all angles then looked up at me and remarked that they don't look as expected. I assured her they were still swollen from the surgery so the shape would change but I thought they looked pretty good to these old eyes.

She went very red again and her nipples become erect. Ignoring that I said "You are not allowed to raise your arms above your head or lean over for two weeks." Mary asked "Well how the heck can I wash my hair or lower body." Hm, obviously I had not thought this through.

I told her I would wash her hair and legs then she could step in the shower to finish the bits she could safely reach. Mary agreed so we headed of to the bathroom. Luckily the bathroom had a long counter adjacent to the sink. I cleared the counter off, remove her pyjamas bottoms, then lifted her to lay face up on the counter.

We fell into a comfortable chat while I washed her hair. Everything was fine until I noticed that her panties displayed a distinct camel toe. The lecherous old man in me could not advert my eyes. Soon her hair was washed and I soaped up a face cloth for her legs.

I started with her feet which were a bit ticklish. I noticed as I work my way up her legs that her breathing became more pronounced. I pulled her legs slightly apart and that camel toe was staring back at me. I worked her thighs with the cloth but went too high as I bumped into her pantied covered sex several times. Mary let out the slightest moans. Soon I was done and helped Mary into the shower.

I waited in her room until she returned with a towel wrapped around her lower half. She picked out a pair of panties from her dresser, helping her step into them and pull them up her leg until she could finish the job. She dropped the towel and I noticed that the panties were much shearer than the last pair. No camel toe but they did not leave much to the imagination.

Mary sat on her a chair so I could blow dry her hair and the steristrip paper tapes that covered her incisions so they wouldn't come loose. Last but not least her breasts need an application of heavy lotion to lessen the chance of skin dryness. By far this was the most uncomfortable part for me and I assume Mary.

To warmed my hands, I squirted lotion on into my palm and rubbed them together. As tenderly as I could I touched Mary's breasts rubbing on the lotion. I looked at her face to see if she was in pain. Her eyes stayed closed the whole time. As I rubbed I notice her bottom begin to move and her nipples turn into little erasers.

I finished the lotion treatment and helped her into a new blouse. When I was done Mary thanked me and I left her to rest. I went back to my room thinking about how she had reacted. The images of my daughter's breasts and especially her camel toe were imprinted on my mind leading me to some very un-fatherly thoughts.

For the next three weeks we stuck to the routine. After a check up the doctor said everything was going according to plan and the steristrip paper tapes were no longer required. In fact the vigorous post-op massages needed to start. What was not going according to plan was the building sexual tension between father and daughter. Twice she "accidentally" dropped the towel a little too early when pulling up her panties. Flashing dear old Dad a unobstructed view of her virgin treasure.

When we got home Mary told me to meet her in her room for the massage. I got lotion and went to her room. The door was wide open and there she was lying on her bed only wearing shear panties. She had a smirking grin when I stopped dead in my tracks. I asked her if she was trying to give her old man a heart attack. She laughed and I could see she was enjoying showing herself off.

I went and sat beside her on the bed. As I was applying lotion to my hands Mary said Daddy the swellings gone down, so tell me do they look as sexy as the after picture we chose? Before I could filtered my response I said "Honey if I was a young man I would want to tongue tease those nipples as soon as you allowed me to get to second base."

I was in shock at what I said but Mary replied "Thank you so much Daddy that is just what I hoped to hear." With that I was left with only one thing to do, massage my daughter's breasts. The guide said vigorous so that's what I did. I applied all the skills I picked up over the years. Not stopping at the breasts I adding nipples, neck and belly into the mix.

Mary was definitely not prepared as she uttered copious moans, oohs, aahs and squirming around enjoying a man's touch for the first time. What could I do? It was sexual contact despite being doctor's orders. At least I knew I was not hurting her. By the time I stopped I saw a growing wet spot on her panties. Mary opened her eyes, smiled and thanked me for my help. As I was about to leave she said "Tomorrow, same time, same place Daddy."

That night I could not sleep. The visions of my daughter enjoying getting felt up and my lack of sex was too much. I masturbated to visions of touching my daughter. These dam massages were suppose to go on for weeks. I already knew we were destined for trouble.

Trouble did not wait long. The next day, just before I was going to put lotion on my hands Mary stopped me and said "Daddy, yesterday you said something about nipple tongue teasing. Would you please do that to me?" I swear that this was the moment I gave up being a stand up Dad. My Mary had missed the usual experiences that girls have during their sexual awakening and fate had determined that I was the one to help her catch up.

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips while my hands caressed her body. I licked her lips until she opened her mouth and soon our tongues danced together. One hand massaged her breasts while the other lightly stroked up and down her thighs teasing the very edge of her panties. I moved from her lips to neck and earlobes, slowly kissing and licking my way down to her beasts.

My tongue teased each nipples trying to give my daughter the most stimulation possible. She seemed to approve of my efforts with moans, groans and pressed the back of my head to her body. I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties. As I left her breasts to trail kisses over her belly I pulled her panties down with me.

Mary gasped realizing what I was going to do. She raised her pelvis making it easy to remove her last garment. I sat up so I could pull the panties completely off. Looking down at Mary I asked "Sweety would you like more." Mary smiled and nodded her head. I kissed her inner thighs while spreading her legs as I neared her treasure.

Pushing her knees to either side of her chest I told her to hold them. Then I dove in tasting my princess for the first time. I did not forget my duties as at least one hand massaged her breasts at all times.

Mary for her part went wild trying to ram her pussy into my face with every lick. I found out she is very loud when excited and I was glad that her double paned windows were closed. As I flicked my tongue on either side of her clit I stuck one finger into her slippery canal and curled it to rub her gspot. It was more than Mary could take as she came hard thrashing for all she was worth.

I licked up her flowing juices but stayed away from her clit. After I was done I moved up and gave her nipples a few last flicks of my tongue, then went back to massaging her breasts. All the while watching my baby girl come down from her orgasm. After a few minutes I got up to leave but as I turned Mary said "More Daddy, please, more." in a little girl voice I had not heard in years.

This letch didn't need to be asked twice. I stripped in front of her. She gasped as my underwear dropped and my erection came into view. I walked to the head of the bed and placed her hand around my dick showing her the proper stroke. I leaned in so she could lick and suck at the same time.

With instructions and words of encouragement Mary showed true talent. Before long I felt that familiar tingle and pulled away much to Mary's disappointment. I told her that she was doing too good of a job and I was going to cum. That brought a mischievous smile to her face.

As I got on the bed she spread herself inviting Daddy to enter his baby girl. With only a few wipes up and down her slit my cock head was coated with her juices. I slowly pushed into my daughter as she gazed into my eyes. Her legs wrapped around me and hands moved to my butt pulling me into her.

I pushed through her maidenhead and bottomed out hearing only a small cry of pain. I held still until I felt her pelvis start a rhythmic push and pull. I joined her motion with my own. Father and Daughter experiencing intercourse with an intensity born of mutual love.

With each stoke my daughter became less inhibited as I heard cries of "Fuck me Daddy" between her constant oohs and aahs. I knew she was close when her pelvis thrust up faster than my stroke. With thumb and finger I pinched her clit making her come with a passionate scream of "DDDDDAAAAAADDDDDYYYYY". This Daddy was not finished pleasuring his darling daughter.

I grabbed the headboard then picked up the pace thrusting hard and deep as and I felt her pelvis join in the race to mutual climax. I watched as her head flew from side to side this Daddy fucked her like a man possessed. This time I ignored the tell tale testy tingle as I wanted to spill my seed into that wanton womb. I yelled come with me baby and thrust deep. As she felt the first spurts she came with her Daddy as a good Daughter should.

Still buried deep inside my baby girl I started massaging her breasts. A Daddy's work is never done. When I popped out she opened her eyes, smiled and said "Tomorrow, same time, same place Daddy."