Steve raised the thong to his nose, trying to catch a whiff of her cunt juices on them. No success—they had just come out of the dryer. But I certainly can imagine, Steve thought, and the next thing he knew he had unzipped his pants and taken out his hard-on.
He couldn’t even remember the last time he had gotten hard, but he certain was now. He stroked his five inches while sniffing the panties, imagining his daughter in them. Then he lowered the panties and wrapped them around his dick.
Wow, they felt so good moving back and forth over his engorged member. “This feels so freakin’ good!” he shouted as he continued masturbating. With his other hand he went through the laundry, looking for any other panties. He picked up a couple of other pairs of her panties—cotton ones. He brought these up to his face until he was overwhelmed with them, all the while continuing to jack off with the thong in his other hand. Finally he came, jisming into the pink lace panties.
Steve’s first reaction was “Wow, that was awesome!” But then he became nervous. He checked back over his shoulder to make sure no one was there. Had he just masturbated with his daughter’s thong, thinking about her sexy body?
Yeah he had, and he liked it. But what to do about her sperm-covered panties. He couldn’t fold them with her clean clothes, and since the wash was just done, he didn’t want to put them back in to the hamper. Quickly he stuck them into his pocket, zipped up his pants, and went up stairs to his bedroom with images of his daughter dancing through his mind.
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Steve was nervous as he sat down for dinner. He had made a quick meal and prepared the table for himself and Jen, but she still wasn’t home from school yet. She often didn’t come home after school, and would only return home late at night, just in time to go to bed without even talking to her dad. So it wasn’t strange when she didn’t come home for dinner that night. Steve ate by himself, then went upstairs and watched some TV.
He was tired and just about ready for bed. He began getting ready, taking off his shirt and then his pants. As he did so, he remembered the special discovery from earlier today that remained in his pocket. His daughter’s cum-soaked pink thong hadn’t moved.
Even before he could take it out, his mind was once again flooded with images of his daughter—her bond hair tantalizingly flowing in the wind, her moist pout lips, her perky tits poking through her tight thin shirt, and that firm ass of hers wiggling back and forth under her short skirts, with those panties covering her young cunt. What did it smell like?
At once, the thong was being lifted to Steve’s face. He didn’t realize at first that it was still a little sticky and damp. He just wanted to sniff her pussy odor. The panties definitely didn’t smell “fresh” like they had earlier when they were just out of the wash. They now had a strong, salty odor that he soon realized was his cum.
Strange, he had never really thought about what his cum smelled like. Sex was so infrequent with Amy that he couldn’t remember if he had ever known the scent, or if he just couldn’t remember it. Whatever the case, he was actually glad that the panties now had a “used” smell to them, even if it wasn’t his daughter’s scent. “This is what they probably smell like after she’s fucked,” he thought.
Without thinking, he licked the panties. He just wanted to taste what Jen’s used panties would taste like. His eyes were closed and he was picturing Jen. He just wanted more of her, and more of her panties. He breathed in the odor and licked the panties. Then they were in his mouth, and he swirled the thong around his tongue. Boy, he was enjoying this. Needless to say, he was hard again. He couldn’t remember how many years it had been since he had jacked off twice in a day.
It took a minute until he remembered the taste in his mouth was his own. But by that time he didn’t mind. Women drink guys’ cum all the time, right? Nothing wrong with that? So what’s wrong with this, he reasoned. It’s not like it’s some other guy’s cum I’m tasting.
Steve had rationalized it all, and would have continued sucking on his daughter’s thong, but his cock was getting so hard he needed relief. He quickly slipped out of his boxers, brought the thong down to his dick, wrapped it around his prick, and started stroking. Why hadn’t I discovered this sooner?! Why was I just now finding out about my sexy daughter’s panties?!
Steve wanted to cum, and he knew he’d come hard, but he wanted to out-do what had happened earlier in the day. How can I make this even better? The taste of his own cum on his lips certainly helped stimulate his senses. But I need to do something else.
In an instant he had removed the thong from his cock. He looked at it. The pink lace was so sexy, and the streaks of dried cum—just perfect! Plus that thin stretch of fabric.
He imagined his daughter putting on the thong, with that beautiful stretch of fabric between her asscheeks, covering her pucker, rubbing against it as she moved, constantly playing with her bum. As he opened his eyes, he realized that he had put the thong on himself!
What a feeling!–lace rubbing against his cock, covering the head of his dick. And the rest of it, wedged up between his ass. Wow! How could anybody wear one of these and not be constantly in heat!
He furiously jacked off, stroking his cock through the lace panties. It felt amazing. But what made it even more unbelievable was that with each stroke, the front of the thong moved up and down along his shaft, while the rest of it moved back and forth between his asscheeks, rubbing against his butt hole.
What a sensation! He certainly wasn’t gay, and he had never played with his asshole before, but for some reason the feeling of the thong playing with his butt hole was so exciting, so stimulating, it felt like—
Before he could finish the idea, Steve came. Boy, did he cum! His whole body quivered as his cock shot its load into its lacey encasement. The front of the thong was now so thoroughly covered with cum that it oozed through the lace.
Oh yeah! Wow, that was awesome!
As he came to his senses again, he looked down at the cum-soaked thong. There was no way Jen wouldn’t notice this. Could he get the cum out? He had no idea.
Maybe if he hand washed it he could…But this was the only thong that she had in the wash. Maybe it’s her only one. Maybe she’s very cognizant of it and would wonder where it was and would realize that it’s been violated. His mind raced. What should he do?
Steve thought, maybe she has another thong in her room in her dresser. That’s the answer. If she has another one just like this, then maybe she won’t miss this one. Or maybe she just has plenty of other thongs and wouldn’t miss this one.
He realized he was no longer thinking of ways to return the panties, but for reasons he could keep them! I need to know what she has, and now.
The next thing he knew he was out of his room, down the hallway, and into Jen’s room. He knew that she wasn’t home yet, and who knows if she would even be back tonight. He did this even though he was still naked, except for the cum-covered pink lace thong he was wearing.
Steve went right to Jen’s dresser, opened the top drawer, and found the jackpot! Half of the drawer had socks, but the other half was panties. Panties of all different colors and types! It was a like a rainbow of panties, and he was in heaven! There were several pairs of white cotton panties, and other cotton panties in feminine colors just like the ones he had seen in the laundry earlier today.
But there were other ones too. A few satin ones—my god they feel so smooth! And lace ones too like the ones he was wearing—how fucking sexy! And there were different cuts too—some bikinis, some boyshorts, and then he found the thongs. There were four more of them. Yes! One black, one light blue, one bright red, and another pink one.
Awesome, maybe he could keep the thong he was wearing and she would never know! And if she has four other thongs in her drawer, maybe she wouldn’t miss one more.
He picked up the blue one. It was baby blue, it was cotton, and it was now in his hands. He held it out to see what it would look like in full form. Without a doubt, he would be taking this as a souvenir! Then he would have thongs to switch off between defiling.
Steve was delighted. He had found a treasure. He quickly closed the drawer while holding his new fortune in his hand. As he turned to head for the door to make his escape back to his room, he was startled by what he saw.
His first thought: Someone’s in the doorway!
His second thought: I’m caught!
It was his daughter Jen. She had just been dropped off by her current boyfriend, a big guy named Mike, and then headed straight to her room, hoping to avoid her stupid father all together. When she got to her room, she was surprised to see the door slightly ajar. She didn’t think too much of it as she opened the door.
It was at that minute that she saw someone near her dresser. It was a man facing her dresser, and he was naked!—except for panties, actually a thong, that was wedged up his ass. What kind of a freak was in her room!
She was about to scream when she saw the stranger turn towards her. It was her dad!
“Dad??!!” Jen couldn’t believe what she was saying. Could the man wearing panties in her room be her Dad? It definitely was. What was going on?
She examined him more closely. She immediately saw that his prick was nearly erect in her pink lace thong, and it was clearly covered in cum. Her Dad had cum while wearing her panties?—how sick!
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