My Daughter

My Daughter

1

It happened before my divorce. My wife as usual was not at home. Out again on some important trip to who knows where for her job. I had been cleaning the house all day and my daughter had not made an appearance. At eighteen, still living under our roof, I thought she should at least show her face and perhaps help me with the cleaning.

Usually, I knock on her door. This time, I forgot. I walked in and there she was. She had just turned eighteen with a body of a Goddess. She was naked, her beautiful breasts, her perfectly flat stomach, her absolute perfection of a face. What I saw was her legs spread wide, her finger on her clit making little circles. She was moaning, her left hand tweaking a nipple and my cock got immediately hard in my pants. Blonde, blue eyes, a perfect figure.

She knew I was there. I was sure of it. She did not stop and I stood just inside her bedroom door transfixed. I watched as she brought down her other hand and began to slide a finger into her pussy, her right hand still pushing against her engorged clitoris. I watched.

I watched as she stabbed another finger into her pussy and began to fuck herself more rapidly, Her moans were louder now and I could almost feel the heat emanating from her body across the room. She made a noise like the squeak of a mouse and I knew she was not going to be able to hold out much longer. Not that she wanted to. And still I watched.

She then pushed a third finger into her pussy. She arched her back, pushing her loins, her wet pussy against her hand, now fucking herself very fast. My cock was so hard. So hard and I dare not touch it. For this was my daughter. My very young daughter. I was watching my daughter fuck herself and I was as turned on as I had ever been in my life. She popped her hips up and down, those noises, her fingers bringing her to that moment. Yes, I continued to watch.

Then my daughter came, her body shuddering, her entire being wrapped up in that release. She moaned and groaned in rhythm to her hand fucking herself. She moaned louder now, she moaned in rhythm to her release, her cum obvious on her hand. Slowly she began to come down from the peak of her orgasm, her body relaxing in stages until finally she lay flat on the bed. She pulled her hand out of her pussy and at the same time she turned, facing me she opened her eyes and mouthed, “Daddy.”

I left. I just walked out.

2

A few months later my wife left me and we were divorced just a few months after that. My wife Lizzy and I had infrequent sex until those days when it was obvious she had checked out of our marriage. When we did, when I managed to threaten, beg, or cajole her into sex, it was my daughter that I thought about. I knew it was wrong, and neither she nor I had ever discussed that day when I walked in on her masturbating. When I walked in and watched her masturbate to orgasm. My daughter decided to live for the time being with my wife. Maybe now I could forget my stupid lust for my daughter. I could find another woman, maybe start a new life. It was a dream, a normal dream that would never come true.

My ex-wife is in a word, rich. I had and have a normal menial job working at a Hardware store. I love what I do, it is simple, I help people and it is almost stress-free. My wife gave me the house and she pays me support and it affords me a better-than-average lifestyle. The divorce was not contentious, and the simple reason was that my wife already had a boyfriend, and soon he would become her new husband.

My daughter had just turned nineteen when my wife went to Europe for a week for her job. Her new husband had two other children, boys, younger than their step-sister but they would be at summer camp. Our daughter did not want to go with her mom and her new stepfather, so they decided she would come to stay with me for the week. I was trepidatious, but I figured it was only a week. As I said we had never discussed that day, and I wondered at her thoughts as she came to visit.

We talked, got to know each other better and as can be expected, she complained a lot about her mother. My ex-wife was not the most loving woman. Distant, self-absorbed, but very good at her job. I guess my daughter was beginning to understand that she would never be close to her mother, and of course, it stung.

We skirted the subject of the incident. But, it was obvious we were both afraid to bring it up. To face it. Each day we talked, watched some TV, and just sort of hung out together. We even went to a movie. But we never directly brought it up and I believed, perhaps fooling myself, that maybe she just thought it was one of those things and had decided to move beyond it.

It was the last night before I was to drive her to the airport to return home the following morning. We had a light dinner and sat around watching TV afterward. My daughter was working on some applications for student aid for the first little bit, but then we just sat around. I had taken the week off so I went to bed rather late, perhaps an hour after she had gone to her old room

I lie in bed. My mind would not shut off. Every day, every night, I thought about her. My mind kept flashing back to that day. Her pert breasts Her small but pointed nipples. The dark patch of her nether region, her hand pleasuring herself. At five feet eight inches tall, her body was that of a Goddess. Her face is that of an angel. A very sensual angel.

I lay in my bed and I had a Playboy, an older edition that I had been thumbing through. The particular woman in the centerfold was attractive and sexy, but in truth, it was not her I was thinking about. I put the magazine down and lay in my bed in my underwear. Thoughts of my daughter came to my mind as I lay there. My daughter was a woman. A beautiful, sensual, and mature for her age, woman.

All day she had been running around in shorts. Sexy shorts that showed off her legs, her long, sexy legs. She wore an almost see-through T-shirt, and although she wore a white bra I could see the outline, through that blouse. Her nipples through the tight bra would occasionally poke through the soft fabric. All day I tried not to look at her, but often I could not help myself. Brown hair, blue eyes, a perfect aquiline nose. Soft features, her lips full and sensual. I knew it was wrong. I was certain something in me was damaged.

I slipped my tighty whities down and off, throwing them on the floor. My cock was already getting hard, so I began to stroke it. There was nothing of that woman in the centerfold that was on my mind. My thoughts were only of my nineteen-year-old daughter. Yes, merely thoughts of my daughter. My beautiful nineteen-year-old daughter Lisa. I saw her nipples in my mind. Her taught nipples on her full breasts. For she was now a young woman. A beautiful young woman and I lusted after her mightily.

I stroked my cock. God all I thought about was her. Of her body, her beautiful face. I dreamed of fucking her. Yes, I thought of sliding my cock into her wet pussy and pumping away. I was getting closer to losing my cum when the door opened. She came in, naked. Completely naked. I should have stopped and covered myself. I should have done something. But as she came around my bed and lie next to me I just continued to stroke my cock. But now I was looking at her. Oh God, she was so beautiful. Naked in my bed.

She looked into my eyes with an unreadable expression on her face. She reached over and without a word moved my hand off of my cock. She said not a word as she grasped it and began to pump up and down on it. She stopped looking at my face, but stared at my manhood, concentrating on my cock. She concentrated on her hand stroking my cock. I let her, I moaned as she did it. I looked at her beautiful body. She was sitting up now, stroking my cock, and still, she had not said a word.

Faster now she stroked my cock and I could feel myself getting closer to my release. She did not glance at my face or ask me if it was good or say anything at all. It was so sensual, so hot this handjob by my beautiful daughter. I tried not to say anything but in the end, I grunted like an animal. It felt so good, “Oh G-God. F-fuck, fuck…” With that I shot a load, the first two squirts flying into the air and onto my stomach and her hand. Some squirted up into the air to land on her hand and her wrist. The remainder of my cum poured out like a volcano onto her hand, Both of us were now a bit of a mess.

I finally finished. She did not look at me. Still, she did not look at me. She arose from the bed and just left my bedroom. I imagine she cleaned herself and then in my mind’s eye, I imagined she masturbated. I don’t know. I slept like a rock and again, even the following day, we did not talk about it. I felt like such a pervert. But, I did nothing else. I said nothing else and Lisa returned home to her mother as our week together had ended.

3

My beautiful daughter had gone off to college, received her bachelor’s degree, and was engaged to be married. At the time she lived near me, and I and her mother managed to get together and pay for the wedding. But her mother would not be able to fly back until the day before the wedding. Her fiance did not live nearby, they had met in college, and he was flying in for the wedding. They would immediately move to the town where he worked. My daughter had already given up her apartment. She would stay with me the week before the wedding as it was convenient.

The first few days we were both so busy that we saw very little of each other. If anything, she was more beautiful than ever. As beautiful as any woman I had ever seen. I am fairly certain that she did everything she could to dress conservatively, that she had decided to be a good girl around me and not tempt me. I could be wrong, and it did not work.

It was Friday evening. All the plans, all the preparations were done. Everything was at the hall where the wedding was to take place. The reception afterward would be at my house. We sat around, again watching TV and she was reading a magazine. and I thought I noticed her glance above the magazine at one point. I swear there was a look on her face. A look that was not just a normal look of curiosity, but something else.