[Incest] [M/F] [Daddy/ Daughter] [Fantasy/Fiction] Scent of a new woman part 2

At first all I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my chest. I was so nervous and took several deep calming breaths to get under control. Was I really going to do this? Lana was right up those stairs on my bed blindfolded and wearing a sexy outfit for her “stranger.” 

              I calmed myself enough to where I could hear soft music coming from upstairs. I up toward the sounds, past the scented vanilla candles I had watched Lana lighting. Up the stairs I went, in the shadows, before stopping on the landing and seeing the glow of more candle light coming from my open bedroom door. More calming breaths escaped me as I quietly approached the room to peer inside.

             There she was! Lana was kneeling on the bed with a tight blindfold over her eyes. In her hands were restraints already wrapped around her wrists, but not yet tied to the four post bed . She was beautiful kneeling there in her silk and lace babydoll negligee. The red silky fabric barely contained her heaving breasts and the flowing sheer lace flowed out showing all the beauty underneath. I stood there for a few moments taking in the site before she seemed to notice someone was there.

[Incest] [m/f] [daddy/daughter] [fantasy/fiction] Scent of a new woman part 1

As long as I can remember I have been the laundry person for the house. Every week I gather mine and my wife’s laundry and my daughter Lana gathers hers and I run everything through the wash. I never paid it much mind til a few years ago when my daughter turned 18 and suddenly I was putting skimpy thong panties and sexy hip hugger and boy shorts into the wash. I remember being appalled that she was wearing such things at first and it made me start seeing her differently. 
            
                She was always a very beautiful girl and now I noticed her like I had never before. As Lana walked through the house wearing thin tops without a bra I noticed how full her breasts had gotten. About a full C by this point. I started looking at her ass when she walked by in sweats, tight little shorts, and leggings to see if I could tell which of the panties she was wearing that day. It quickly became an obsession each laundry day to see what panties she chose to wear that week.