DADDY YOGI YO NEEDS A LIBIDO BOOST

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The money was a result of having sold a successful business that had occupied too much of my time and effort for too many years. It was time for the payback to my wife whose love and support had been so necessary to that achievement.

I owned an island hideaway in the middle of a large southern lake in the Philippines. Originally owned by my grandfather it had grown through the efforts of my late father and I. Now six rooms, a Jacuzzi, a pool, a dock and lots of privacy. I had looked forward to many peaceful days and sex-filled nights with Amoli.

When I turned 45 I thought that all was right with the world. I had an intelligent, attractive and sexy wife named Amoli. An equally intelligent, attractive and sexy 23 year old daughter named Maxine, a son named Goyi age 25 who was proudly serving in the Navy as a pilot. My name is Yogi and I had two million plus in investments.

We managed one month there together. One week after the most pleasant month of my life we were sitting on the patio of our year-round home eating breakfast. Amoli said, “Yogi what do you think about...........” Then she slipped to the floor. She was dead and I had no idea what her question was to be.

You can imagine the rest. A year later my investments had grown but I was just going through the motions. I wasn’t worth a damn to anybody. My daughter Maxine was finished with graduate school and also with her live-in lover of several years and moved home.

Supposedly she was job hunting but in reality she was trying to get her old dad out of his funk.

As Labor Day approached Maxine got a nice job offer to start the Wednesday after teaching a special education group at a school about 30 miles away. She tried to talk me into spending the weekend with her at the island hideaway but I held off giving her a positive answer.

Earlier I mentioned that Maxine was sexy. I had never however lusted after her. It was something I just knew. She had a nice shape supported on long nicely formed legs and whatever size clothes she wore they always fit her perfectly.

On Thursday night before Labor Day she had a dinner date and when she appeared after dressing she was wearing a red skirt and a somewhat black lace blouse. I don’t know her breast size but they were large enough to fill out the blouse nicely.

She was standing near a window and turned somewhat sideways with the sun behind her. I couldn’t help but notice the splendidly shaped breast visible as a shadow beneath the blouse. I also couldn’t help but notice that it was unencumbered by a brassiere.

I guess I stared too long and Maxine turned and saw me looking. I can’t explain why I didn’t turn my head but I continued to look. Suddenly I realized that Maxine’s nipples were tenting her blouse.

My body reacted by tenting my loose shorts and Maxine couldn’t help but notice that. She quipped.

“Daddy Yogi. I do think that you are beginning to come back to life. But maybe I should go see if I can find a bra to go with this top. I’m not interested in getting Gaurav too excited. He’s nice but not quite a bedroom material.”

Maxine dressed down a bit and went on her date. My mind was occupied with her remark and I began to recall some nice memories. Some were of my wife Amoli but others were of the more youthful variety. I was very happy. It had been a long period of sadness and I was glad to be coming out of it.

I went to bed and for the first time since my youth, I had a wet dream.

In my dream Maxine and I were necking and petting like young people might do. In my dream my hand slid up her thigh and encountered her crotch. As I attempted to work my way around it my dream girl stopped me and took off her own panties.

Almost immediately my finger entered her vagina which was hot, tight and slippery. As I began to stroke my finger in and out my dream ended with what is technically called a ‘nocturnal emission’ but was what most call a wet dream.

Amazingly enough although I hardly ever remember any dream this one was the exception. I remembered it in detail and savored it because I thought. “It’s the best of both worlds. I enjoyed and interlude with my daughter almost as if it had really happened but no guilt is attached as no sin was committed.” It was a very pleasant thought.

I had heard Maxine come home at about midnight and I left the house early on that Friday morning. I had several items of business to take care of the first of which was to join the breakfast group at the Sunset Diner. It had been a long time since I was in the mood to do that. The group was kind and simply made a place for me without making a big deal of my long hiatus and I was appreciative.

Later I did my business here and there and then decided to check out my boat. As I approached the dock I saw Maxine’s TOYOTA SUV next to the boat and several boxes being loaded aboard.

When she saw me she said. “Dad, you caught me. I’ve got everything loaded for a great weekend at the island. The boat is gassed and ready. Now get aboard and let’s go.” I remembered my dream and my dick came to attention.

I didn’t argue I simply untied the bow line and climbed aboard. Maxine started the engine and when it was warmed up I untied the stern and we were off. Fifteen minutes later she pulled up to our island dock. We tied up and began ferrying stuff to the house.

Fifteen minutes later the house was open, a pleasant breeze was flowing thru it and I was starting up the pool and the Jacuzzi. Maxine finished the in house chores as I finished skimming the pool and began hosing the deck.

A half hour later all was ready for lunch and Maxine served up some lobster salad and some clam chowder that she had brought along with some iced tea. I was happy and content for the first time since Amoli had died and I guess it showed.

“Happy daddy?”

“Yes. I feel wonderful. Thanks for pushing me into this.”

“Goyi and his crew will be here about noon Sunday for a couple of days before their school starts.”

“Good. I’ll be happy to see all of them.”

“Till then it’s just you and me lover boy.”

“What’s this lover boy stuff? And by the way, it’s you and I.”

“Just teasing dad. My mission till they arrive is to bring your libido all the way back to life. There’s a lot of sex-starved widow ladies and divorcees around who need your service.

I turned the brightest shade of red imaginable and couldn’t frame a reply. Maxine walked over to the edge of the pool and pulled off her blouse and shorts and dove into the water. She swam the length of the pool and back and walked out via the steps and walked toward me.

Her panties which were extremely sheer when dry were almost invisible when wet. Her breasts were bare. Her nipples either from the cool breeze or excitement were extended. So was my penis.

My daughter was deliberately filling me with lust. She sat on my lap getting my shorts wet and pushing my erection down between my thighs. She put her hands on my shoulders and said.

“From now till Goyi gets here we are going to role play as Yogi and Maxine. We find each other sexy. We are in this very private place. We enjoy each other’s company and we are going to relax and do whatever seems to be pleasurable at that moment. Understand?”

I didn’t have a good reply and I wasn’t very sure that I wanted to object so I did what any real man would do under the circumstances. I nodded dumbly.