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[sinnocence]

In all my eighteen years, I had no idea it would turn out like this. I was almost disgusted to realize it had. Okay, maybe not disgusted, but…shocked? My thoughts and feelings lately were nowhere near what people would consider normal. At my age, I was naturally raging with hormones. Not as bad as the guys at my high school of course, but still feeling the same kind of thing. Although, I was almost too close to the guys since none of my female friends seemed to be the same as me. I would daydream about what it would be like to be with this famous person or wonder how this guy used his tongue while kissing. I would stay up late at night with my laptop propped on my bed and watch porn. Nothing too wild or hardcore, just something to get me off. I’d rub my clit and pussy until they were raw; I wasn’t brave enough to try and insert a finger yet. My favorites though were with the guys that resembled a certain man.

He was unlike any other man or guy I knew. He was loving, protective, intelligent, strong, and…married. He was unattainable. He was in love with someone else. He was strictly forbidden.

He was my father.

A mixture of emotions flooded my insides when I thought of him. I still possessed the love that a daughter feels for her father. But ever since I reached the age of sixteen, that love began developing into something more. And it wasn’t just love either. I felt a desire. A strong, burning desire to be with him…the way a woman is with a man. I knew I wasn’t completely a woman yet. I was still a virgin and barely legal. But I would dream that I was – a woman not related to him that he would want more than anything or anyone.

As this love and desire grew, I began to hate my mother. I’d see them kissing or hugging and it would make me sick. I’d hear them having sex at night and I would get so angry that I'd start throwing things against my bedroom walls just so they’d stop. I would never get mad at him though, just her. He was always perfect in my eyes. My mother couldn’t get over my sudden mood swings. But I couldn’t help it. I’d become so livid with her that nothing else mattered. I started to feel like he was mine and she was taking him away from me. I knew it was an unhealthy way to think and definitely not what was socially accepted. But I soon got to the point where I didn’t care.

I wanted my father…even if he had no idea.

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It was a Friday morning. Just a normal morning where my younger brother and I were expected to be up and ready for school and my parents would be off to work. I heard the alarm go off at seven and sluggishly pulled my body out of my warm bed. I headed in to take a shower, the place where I did quite a bit of fantasizing. None of my fantasies were ever about anyone else but my father anymore. I would get so turned on in the shower…imagining that the water streaming down my body was his hand, touching every inch of my skin. This morning of course, that same thought entered my mind. Immediately, my nipples were erect and I could feel the area between my thighs become wet, and not just from the water. But I was always just left dreaming of something that I knew I could never have. For some reason, this morning it was especially bad. I wanted him so bad that it made me sick to my stomach. I wiped the beginning traces of tears from my eyes and decided that I would stay home from school. My parents normally left before my brother and I did, so it could be pulled off. I was just not in the mood to go anywhere.

After my shower, I crept back into my room and slid under the covers just as I heard my mother and father leave for work. The image of them kissing each other goodbye made me groan and I buried my face in my pillow.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to school?”

My brother had peeked his head in my room. Naturally he wanted to know since I was his ride to school.

“No, I don’t feel that great.”

“But how am I supposed to get there?”

“It’s a thing called the bus.”

I rolled my eyes when he slammed the door, complaining like he always did. A few seconds later, I heard him leave too. Good, now I was left alone with only my thoughts and fantasies…the way it always was.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

I checked my watch and saw it was only 9:30am.

Ugh. I've only been at work for an hour and a half. That was an hour and a half longer than I wanted to be. If I didn't have this darn case to work on then I would have called in sick like I wanted to do this morning. Only good thing was that I was finishing it up and was hoping to skip out of work as soon as I was done.

I finished up around 10 and headed home shortly after.

As I drove home I loosened my tie and began thinking of.......my daughter. Yes, my daughter. She had been in my thoughts a lot lately. Ever since that one night outside her bedroom door a few months back.

~~~~~

I was up late working on a case when I walked past Lauren's door. And then I heard it....It was a soft but unmistakable sound of a moan. I stopped dead in my tracks. I would love to say it was because I was a concerned father and I wanted to make sure my daughter was alright but I knew better. I knew that sound.

It wasn't a moan of pain but a moan of pleasure. I had heard it through my entire life whether from the women I was with or from the porn I was watching. So why did I stop? Why didn't I just keep going? What drew me to that spot outside my daughter's bedroom door?

I knew the answer but I couldn't admit it to myself. It was the sounds coming from behind the door that kept me there.....and the images it brought to mind.

Ever since she had turned sixteen, I had started to notice her in a different light. She started to become more than just my daughter. She started to become a woman. I noticed ever since then how she began to fill out her clothing. The way her clothes became tighter and clung to her body. She no longer had a little girl's body. She had a young woman's body. Not an old and sagging body like her mother.

Her breasts were perky and didn't need a bra to look full or to sit high on her chest. And her butt. My god how I loved her butt. It was a nice thick tight butt just like her mother had when she was Lauren's age.

All those images flooded through my head as I stood there outside my daughter's door listening to her masturbate.

My cock grew hard and my breathing quickened. I strained to hear her through the door. I was about to start to rub my cock through my pants when reality finally hit me square in the face.

THIS IS MY DAUGHTER!!

I quickly shook my head like I had been punched in the jaw and quietly staggered away from Lauren's door.

What the hell was I doing? What was I thinking? What the fuck is wrong with me? That was my daughter! My own flesh and blood. That was SO wrong. And NOTHING will ever happen. I shook my head NO just to reaffirm to myself that nothing would ever happen.

~~~~~~~~

I shook my head as I pulled into my driveway. I really need professional help for thinking that way about my own daughter, I thought as I entered my front door.

 

[sinnocence]

When the house was quiet and I was alone, I would often walk around naked. I'd pretend that it was only me and my father's house and I could do whatever I wanted. When I was feeling really naughty I would make myself cum in different places in the house. My favorite place to do it was on my father's side of the bed.

This morning was no different. I had walked around for a bit in our large house and made myself cum on our living room sofa. I then took a swim in our pool, and sat for a while in the hot tub. It immediately made me feel better. As the warm jets massaged my back, I leaned my head back to rest it on the stone wall and closed my eyes. Again, my thoughts had wandered. I imagined my father in the hot tub across from me, watching the water froth around my hardening nipples. He'd watch my chest rise and fall in the water and lick those lips of his. That sent a shiver down my spine. I pushed my thoughts further and imagined him coming over to where I was, placing his mouth softly on my neck that was flushed from the warmth. My right hand automatically dropped to my bare pussy. I could feel the entrance already coated with my creamy juices. But I was still nervous about sliding a finger inside. So instead, I ran the tip of my finger in circles around my clit. That elicited a soft moan from my lips. Oh, how I wanted my father to touch me this way. I wanted him to do everything imaginable to me. More than anything, I wanted to see his cock. I had never seen it before of course. But I would hear my mother on the phone with a friend and talk about how big it was. That drove my desire for him even deeper.

I had begun watching porn lately with guys that had huge cocks and would fuck young girls. Then I'd pretend it was me and my dad. That often sent me over the edge really quick.

Thinking about that in the hot tub made me start to rub my cunt harder. But I froze when I heard our front door open.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath and quickly hopped out of the hot tub. With nothing on and no towel, I sprinted, leaving a tell-tale trail of water in my wake. I skidded around the corner of the hallway and into my bathroom. My hands pushed on the door and it slammed closed. I cringed, knowing that whoever was home would have heard it.

I yanked my towel off the rack and wrapped it around my soaking wet body. Then I waited, wondering if it was my mother...or my father.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

My thoughts of my daughter began to subside along with the erection accompanying them as I stepped into my house.

After only a few steps in I heard a door slam. My heart began to race. Was that a burglar? I quickly scanned the living room to take inventory of our belongings and saw that nothing was missing or out of place.

I took a few more steps in and that's when the I noticed a shine on the floor. I looked closer and saw water on the linoleum in the kitchen. Upon further inspection I realized it was a trail of water from the sliding door leading out to the backyard through the kitchen and down the hallway.

What kind of burglar leaves a trail of water, I wondered. I placed my briefcase down on the kitchen table and decided to follow the trail.

I quietly followed the trail to my daughter's bathroom door. My heart raced and my adrenaline pumped. I grabbed the doorknob to the door and quickly shoved the door open wide, preparing myself for the worst.

 

[sinnocence]

I pressed my ear to the door and listened. My heart beat thumped away vigorously against my ribs. Puddles of water collected on the tile floor and pooled around my feet. That's when I heard the footsteps down the hallway.

I knew it. I was either grounded for eternity for skipping school...or I would get some long, drawn out lecture. Both were equally bad. I would have to sit there and hear about responsibility and priorities. That made me groan quietly.

Thump, thump, thump...

The footsteps were coming closer. I looked down at the mess I was making on the floor and knew i had left a trail right to where i was hiding.

"Great," I muttered.

I took out another towel from under the sink. If it was my mother, she'd already be throwing a fit about the mess in the house. I didn't want to add my bathroom to the list. On hands and knees, I quickly began to sop up the water on the floor.

Not another second passed before the door flew open. My breath caught in my throat and I gasped, dropping the towel I had been using. It was an automatic response to clutch at my body that was barely covered by a thin towel already soaked through.

Looking up, my eyes landed on my father's face. Even with all that was happening, I felt my heart stop at how handsome his face was. But the look in his eyes quickly shook me out of it. My mouth opened but I closed it, not knowing what to say. Instead, I only knelt there with my head down.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

I froze.

There before me was my daughter, kneeling in a soaking wet towel. A rush of relief shot through me as I realized it wasn't a burglar. But that relief was quickly followed by another emotion. An emotion I rarely felt but it coursed through me seeing my daughter in her current position.

Taking in the sight caused it to rush quicker through my veins. There was my daughter kneeling in front of me. Her wet towel clung tightly to her teenage body. Her head down, knowing she was in the wrong.

I stood there and let the moment settle before taking control. My breathing slowed but my heart still raced as I began to get angry at her for scaring me like that and for skipping school.

"What are you doing home? Why aren't you at school? What is going on here? You scared me!" I yelled at Lauren. My anger raising with each word.

"Answer me!"

"And stay like you are while you do." I sternly added.

 

[sinnocence]

He hadn't said anything for a moment. Shock must have kept him silent. Not really because he just found me at home when I should be at school. But because I was soaking wet, in a towel no less, and kneeling on the floor. The thoughts that must be going through his mind flashed through mine.

There was no telling at first what he was *really* thinking by the expression on his face. A spark of some unknown emotion flitted across his gaze before his eyes became hard. His jaw tightened and his brow creased above his eyes. I braced myself for it then. When my father's eyes got that way, I knew he was building himself up to the yelling.

"Daddy." It was only a whisper that escaped my lips. I spoke in the little girl tone of voice I often used to get my way. But he would have none of it.

"What are you doing home? Why aren't you at school? What is going on here? You scared me!"

My body flinched at his tone. When he got mad, he often intimidated me. He never *scared* me. But his very presence sometimes made me tremble. This time was no different. His eyes bore into me with unrelenting anger. I could feel myself shivering under his gaze.

"Answer me! And stay like you are while you do."

Puzzled, I stared up at him and cocked my head to the side. He probably didn't want me to stand in fear of seeing too much. A deep breath filled my chest and I sighed.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I wasn't feeling too good this morning so I stayed home. I went in the hot tub to feel better and when I heard you get home...well...I got scared so I ran in here."

All of it came out in a whisper as I looked at the floor while answering him. My hands held the towel in place and now I was shivering not just because of my angry father, but because I was getting cold.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

My anger subsided as I heard my little girl whisper her answers. I noticed her shivering and for the first time really looked her up and down. I noticed no straps of a bikini top on her shoulders and saw how she held the towel tight to her legs and figured she was naked underneath.

"Get up and go put some clothes on and we'll talk." I demanded.

As this point I should have turned and left. I should have at the very least turned my head away. But I didn't.

I just stood there watching her. I waited for her to get up and go to her room.

I guess I was still angry, though not as much as before, and that other emotion was there but there was also another emotion making its way through my body.......I was getting horny.

Hearing her whisper brought back something I had forgotten about during that one night outside her bedroom. She was whispering that night too, saying something but I couldn't make it out through the door. Hearing her now made me recall that little tidbit.

And of course, I couldn't just stop at that tidbit. Nooooo. My mind went back to that entire night. And seeing my daughter like this in front of me wasn't helping any.

I tried my best to move and let her get past but it was like something was keeping me there. All I could was move a little to the side in the doorway and wait. Wait for my daughter to walk past in a wet, skimpy, towel as I watched.

'God, what was wrong with me?' I thought.

 

[sinnocence]

His eyes traced the contours of my body slowly. It was hard to comprehend what was happening to me. I was nervous under his stare, my skin tingling. My father was very tall when I stood my tiny 5 foot 2 frame next to his. But being on the floor beneath him was even more overwhelming.

At the same time, I could feel my body starting to betray me. It seemed to be feeding off of every tense, almost electric current that passed between us. Here was my perfect, handsome father standing over my kneeling, wet body. The corner of my mouth rose into a smirk when I imagined what would have happened if I hadn't considered the towel. The whole situation had made my nipples so hard it looked like they could have been plucked from my chest. I would have looked down, but I already knew they were clearly visible given what little fabric covered me.

My lips were pressed firmly together as I tried to ignore the growing arousal that was spreading through my lower tummy down my legs. It was making it hard to breathe with him in the same room. I knew I had to get out of there...at least get out of the predicament I was in so maybe my body would calm down.

But one more look at my father proved that my body would never be normal around him again. His hard voice filled my ears and told me to get up and put clothes on. I nodded slowly almost in a daze.

Gathering my towel tighter against my skin, I quickly stood and made my way past him. But what slowed me was what my eyes had fleetingly noticed.

His cock was hard.

My breathing immediately quickened along with my heart. Without even thinking, I deliberately brushed past him, my hip barely grazing his crotch.

"There", I thought, smiling to myself, "make what you want of that."

As I walked slowly now to my room, I felt my nervousness dissipate. Just the actual knowing that he had grown excited gave me brand new confidence. Maybe...just maybe...

I shook my head. It wouldn't do me any good to get my hopes up. I entered my room and closed the door.

"Be right out Daddy," I called sweetly.

Feeling a bit more bold than usual, I slipped on a tank top and a pair of shorts. That was it. My hair was still damp and hung loose around my shoulders. The realization that I might be turning him on was making me almost giddy. With a smile, I walked back out of my room.

"Done Daddy."

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

As my daughter walked past and her hip brushed against my cock, I knew it wasn't an accident.

I was hard. And feeling Lauren's hip brush against it made me realize how turned on I was. Her kneeling there in front of me just made me feel things I've rarely felt before.

But this was my daughter! Why was I so turned on? I get plenty of sex from my wife. Although, it has been always a little bland and routine. And my wife is still a hot piece of ass. But not as hot as my daughter.

"STOP!" I yelled in my head at my very own dirty thoughts.

I watched my daughter saunter to her room. I was mesmerized by that big butt of hers as it poked out against the material of her towel. It felt like she was walking extra slow and seductive, as if she knew I was watching. I shook my head no. That can't be.

But for some reason it was making my anger rise. It was like she was teasing me. I felt like a teenager again and my date was teasing me, knowing nothing would happen at the end of the night. It started to piss me off.

"Be right out Daddy." I heard her call in her sweet little girl voice that she uses when she wants something from me. And it just pissed me off more.

I felt like she wasn't respecting me. I felt like she was trying to manipulate me. I felt like she wasn't taking this seriously. And I felt sexually frustrated.

Why? I don't know. I just had sex with my wife a couple nights ago. Heck, I even masturbated yesterday. So, why did it feel like I haven't had sex in years?

Just then Lauren popped out of her room.

"Done Daddy."

I looked her up and down and saw that her hard nipples were still clearly visible through the tight tank top she had put on.

"No bra huh." I thought.

She turned to the side in her doorway to reach for the towel and I could see her big butt straining against her shorts and could even make out the bottom of each cheek as they stuck out from the bottom of her shorts.

"And shorts too tight and short." I added in my head.

She was teasing me again! I knew she had no bra on and when she turned I could see she had no panty lines showing. Being a panties man, myself, I noticed things like that on a woman.

This made my blood boil.

"Go sit on the fucking couch and wait for me." I ordered as I went into my bedroom, making sure to close the door just hard enough so Lauren knew I was serious.

 

[sinnocence]

I had emerged from my bedroom feeling confident. I even went as far as to reach for my towel, showing off more of my body to him. It was obvious that by doing that, his attention was even more hooked on me now. Just a minute ago I was nervous and timid kneeling beneath him. But seeing that cock of his through his pants made me feel much different.

My desire of course was running at full steam. Every furtive peek I took at him sent my heart into frenzied palpitations. I was sure the lust was rolling off my body in waves.

But with every passing second my father seemed to be getting madder. I knew that he was upset about me skipping school. I had expected it. But something else was boiling under the surface. My eyes widened when he told me to sit on the couch. No, yelled at me to sit on the couch. With that, he stalked into his room and slammed the door.

I cringed. This would be interesting.

A sigh escaped my lips as I walked over to the couch and plopped down onto the big cushions. My legs crossed automatically causing my shorts to ride even higher. And then I waited.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

After slamming the door I pulled my tie off and began to undress.

God! What a brat Lauren was being. Acting like she did NOTHING wrong. And ALL the teasing!

I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the bed. Pulling my pants down my hard cock sprung up and down in my boxers.

I pulled them down a little, exposing my thick, hard cock with the big vein that ran along the underside of my shaft. Pulling back my foreskin exposed the big, red, thick head of my dick along with a drop of precum that hung from the tip. I firmly grasped the shaft and slowly dragged my hand up and down it.

I admired myself in the mirror. Not bad for a forty year old guy. Heck, not bad for someone half my age. I gripped my cock tighter as I looked myself over.

Dark brown, short hair. Same color goatee. Brown eyes. Nice chest and arms. Big hands. Long, thick, uncircumsized cock with big red head.

"Time to deal with Lauren." I sighed in my head.

I pulled my boxers back up and tucked my hard cock away in the waistband, pinning it to my body. I pulled on some shorts and shirt and headed out to the living room.

As I sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Lauren, I quickly noticed the exposed flesh of her upper thigh poking out from the leg of her shorts. My pinned cock flexed against my body as I took in the sight.

I moved my eyes up to meet hers. My anger melting a little when I looked into my daughter's beautiful blue eyes.

"Now sweetie," I began firmly, "I am very angry that you skipped school today. You know how important school is and I don't like you missing it for no reason."

I relaxed back on the couch as I spoke and placed my left hand behind my head causing my shirt to rise up a bit.

 

[sinnocence]

I sat on the couch twirling a lock of hair around my finger. It was all I could do to keep from biting my fingernails. This was going to be painful. Something else was bothering him and I couldn't figure it out. When he noticed I was home, he got mad, sure. But some realization came over him after that and he seemed to hate it. My brow furrowed as I tried to figure out what it was.

That's when his bedroom door opened. I sat motionless. Out he walked in a t-shirt and shorts. My god, I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything else. It was probably evident in my eyes...my body...my voice. Everything. It was impossible to hide anymore. I was just afraid that he would figure it out.

Wait.

What if he did? Wasn't he the one with the hard on just a minute ago? I sighed heavily when he sat down on the couch and pushed that thought aside for the time being.

Now sweetie, I am very angry that you skipped school today. You know how important school is and I don't like you missing it for no reason.

I opened my mouth to speak but my throat went dry. He had lifted his arm up behind his head. The edge of his shirt rose. And my eyes fell on what was poking out from the waistband of his shorts. I shifted uneasily on the couch and looked away before glancing back again. It looked like the tip of his cock, but I wasn't sure if I was just imagining it. Immediately, my pussy grew so wet I could smell it. I cleared my throat too loudly and forced myself to look in his eyes and not at...Oh god, look away.

"I am sorry Daddy. This morning was just...not very good for me. It won't happen again."

I tried to smile at him. But boy, my eyes wanted to go elsewhere. Still, I kept them on his face.

And sure enough, I got the lecture. What did I hear about? Responsibility and priorities. Yep, just as I predicted. My mind was on other things though. I wanted to believe it was his cock just taunting me as it stuck out. I wanted to reach over and run my fingers over the smoothness of it. I wanted to slip the tip of my tongue into the slit that looked like it was wet.

Concentrate. Concentrate. Pay attention. Why couldn't he just put his damn arm down!?

My eyes again drifted to what I thought was his cock. Was I really seeing it for the first time? Was he doing this on purpose?

I narrowed my eyes and looked back up at him. Every part of my body was turned on now, but he kept talking and my eyes kept wandering.

I wanted him so bad.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

I was giving her the typical fatherly lecture about responsibility and priorities that every dad has memorized.

And thank god for that! Cause my mind was completely elsewhere.

As I was talking to Lauren I noticed that her nipples were getting harder. My eyes kept darting down to them and back up to her face. Luckily, she was distracted by something and kept looking away from my face, giving me ample time to look. Between her nipples and her exposed thigh I was having a hard time concentrating on my own lecture.

I started to notice her shifting in her seat a little and a familiar scent started to arise in the room. I couldn't quite place it but it was an intoxicating and arousing smell. One that I had smelled before.

All this caused my cock to harden and flex in my shorts. I could feel the precum ooze from the tip.

I was having a difficult time keeping my thoughts straight so I figured it was best to wrap this lecture up. And even though I was unsure why she was turned on, I felt like she had learned her lesson.

"Alright sweetie. Now go to your room and study or do some homework. Just cause you skipped school doesn't mean you're just going to lay around her all day." I said in my best authoritative voice.

"Now give your Daddy a hug." I added warmly.

I stood and opened my arms wide.

 

[sinnocence]

All of his words were going in one ear and out the other. That's not how it normally was though. Other times I hung on his every word. What could I say? I was in love with him. But this time was different. Not only was I getting a boring lecture, but the head of his cock was staring at me. Concentration was almost impossible at this point. All I could do was nod occasionally and hope he didn't notice where my eyes kept landing.

Even though I was hoping he would lower his arm so my thoughts could rearrange, my body was crying out for him in so many ways. Every part of my being was craving him. Every inch of my skin tingled with him being so close...with part of his cock showing no less! I almost wanted to groan; it was getting painful.

The smell of my pussy was filling the room now. Would he notice? Would he comment on the blush that I couldn't hide? Could he see how hard my nipples had become?

I shifted again on the cushion and recrossed my legs. It sounded like he was almost done which relaxed me a little. I was about to go crazy. His cock had me so horny that I knew I would cum within seconds of touching my clit.

Before I could linger on *that* thought, I heard him finish and then stand. He held out his arms. Was he serious? Did he have no idea the tip of his cock was sticking out or that my body was on the verge of losing control?

"Sure Daddy", I replied uneasily and stood. My arms wrapped around him gingerly as I tried my best not to press into him. If I did I knew I would linger too long. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and hurried into my room.

I pushed on the door thinking it had closed and finally moaned. He had smelled so good...and looked so good...and that damn cock of his. I wanted to see more. I wanted to see just how big and thick it really was.

Getting even more turned on, I peeled off my tank top and stepped out of my shorts. The mirror in my room reflected an image back to me that made me smile. There was my naked body, as turned on as ever. My light pink areolas were puffy and surrounded two very hard dark pink nipples. They sat high on my full B cup breasts that I was pretty proud of. Traveling further down, my eyes settled on my bare pussy. It was already glistening with my juices. My fingers spread my pussy lips and let my clit peek out from under its hood. It was the same color red as my father's cock head.

I then ran my fingertips up and down my stomach causing goose bumps to spread on my skin. Another soft moan came from deep within my chest. An image of my father coming up behind me and running his hands down my hips filled my mind. He would press his cock in between my ass cheeks and whisper into my ear how much he wanted me.

With that, I made my way over to the bed and climbed up on it. Pillows were thrown onto the floor and my legs were spread. Drops of pussy juice leaked out of my little hole and ran down to the crack of my ass. With my father in my head, my fingers started their work on my clit, rubbing it feverishly.

The scent of my arousal filled my room now and turned me on more. I lifted a finger to my lips to taste myself, whimpering at how good it was. I imagined my father on the bed with me and got so turned on, I slid a single finer inside myself.

"Ohhhh," I gasped out loud. All this time being afraid and this was what I had been missing!? It made me almost angry. But the deeper my finger dove, the more pleasure shot through me. I knew I was going to be fingering myself from now on...and a lot.

My middle finger slid in and out of my tight cunt causing more moans to escape my mouth.

"Mmmm Daddyyy...yesss...I want you sooo much..."

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

I watched Lauren hurry to her room and push on her door. I stretched my arms above my head and felt the air hit the tip of my cock.

'Huh?' I thought.

I looked down to see the tip of my cock staring back up at me. I guess when I adjusted myself, I accidentally exposed the tip.

'THAT'S why she was SO turned on.' I realized.

'Oops,' I thought as a smug smile creep across my lips, 'Oh well. That's what she gets for teasing me so much.'

I stuffed my cock back in my shorts and headed for my home office to do some work.

Once there the case I was working on was the last thing on my mind. All I could think about was my daughter. Her kneeling in front of me in just a wet towel. Her hard nipples visible in the tight tank top. Her big butt in those short and tight shorts. Mmmmmm.

'NO!' I shouted at my thoughts.

This was still my daughter. STOP! Get your work done. Concentrate! I tried my best to collect my thoughts and get back to work on my case.

I finally calmed down from the day's events and after a little while began to feel kind of bad for coming down so hard on Lauren. I mean, it's not like I didn't skip school when I was her age. And it is wrong for me, her father, to tease her like that even though it was accidental. I figured I should go apologize to her or at least make sure she knew I wasn't that mad at her anymore.

I got up from my desk and headed to Lauren's bedroom. She had been in there since I ordered her to do some school work which, made me happy.

As I approached her door, I noticed that she had not closed it completely and that it was open a crack. As I got closer, I heard the same sounds that I heard that one faithful night a few months ago.

I froze where I was.

Ok.

Maybe I am just hearing things? I listened again.

Nope.

There was the unmistakable sound of a moan coming from her room.

What should I do????

My mind was all of a sudden in a battle with my awakening cock. Shit. My mind said turn around and walk away. My dick said one little peek won't hurt. My cock grew hard. I mean really hard. Like, I haven't seen my cock this hard in years. And the only thing turning me on was the occasional moan from my daughter's room.

What would my cock do if I actually looked?

I don't know if it was that question or curiosity or that I'm a dirty old man. But my mind lost. Big Time. And my feet started to make their way to my daughter's door.

I crept closer......My heart raced.......My cock stiffened.......I tried to quiet my breathing as I was only inches from Lauren's door.

I peeked in.

WOW.

My cock nearly exploded in my shorts at the sight. There was my daughter completely naked. I could clearly see her from the side. I looked up and down her body. I watched her beautiful tits rise and lower with each breath she took. I saw those thick hips and her shapely legs bent and spread wide. I was a little disappointed cause at my angle I couldn't clearly see her pussy.

Wait! What the hell am I doing??!?! This is my daughter!! My mind finally found its voice again. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

What made it vanish? One little word....Daddy.

As I was having a sudden conscience attack, I heard Lauren moan out Daddy.

I froze again. Did she know I was there? I quickly looked up at her face and could see that her eyes were closed. Phew. That was close.

WAIT!

Then why did she moan Daddy?? Oh my god. She was thinking about me while she masturbated. I knew I might have turned her on but I had no idea she thought about me in this way. And THAT was what I heard that night outside her door. She was moaning my name that night too. My god. How long has this been going on???

All those questions would have to wait. Because right now I was spectator to one of the HOTTEST things I have ever witnessed. Just watching my little girl's body writhe and squirm under her touch. Her breasts and hard nipples going up and down with each deep breath. Her hand worked furiously at that delicate spot between her legs. God, how I wanted so bad to see that most intimate of areas. Daughter or not!

I had been feverishly rubbing my hard cock through my shorts the whole time. And to say I was hard would be the understatement of a lifetime. I was steel. I was rock. I was the hardest material on earth times a thousand.

And oh god was I turned on. My heart raced. My breathing was quick. It felt like I had just run a marathon with a single day of training. I felt light headed. I felt dizzy. I felt drunk. But nothing could take my eyes off the glorious sight of my daughter, Lauren, masturbating while thinking of me.

I knew it wouldn't be long before my cock exploded in my shorts. I rubbed my thick, hard shaft up and down through the material of my shorts. I could feel the wet spot of my precum at the top of my shorts. My balls ached for a release.

Just then I heard the front door open.

"Anyone home?" I heard my son yell as he came in.

'Oh shit.' I thought as I quickly made a beeline from my daughter's door to my bedroom. My hard cock aching with each step away from that glorious sight.

I closed my door. As I did, I noticed my daughter's door closing too.

Did she know I was there watching her...

 

[sinnocence]

I was oblivious to everything at that point. All the world consisted of was my father and I on my bed. In my head he was quickly rubbing his cock. His eyes didn't stray from my pussy for one second as he continued to whisper, "That's it baby, show Daddy how you masturbate." I shuddered and set myself into a higher gear. Sweet release wasn't far away; I couldn't wait to get there. My tits jiggled as they laid against my chest, my nipples sticking out hard and inviting. I rolled my hips under so my finger could find new depths inside me. I planted my feet on the bed and spread my legs wide, relishing the feeling of the cool air from my ceiling fan hitting the hot spot between my thighs.

The scene in my mind was far better than any porn I had ever watched. Now, it seemed that my father was the only route from my fingers to my cunt. Another load moan flowed from my mouth and filled the room.

"Ohhh yesss Daddyy, I want to show you everything..."

My breathing quickened until I was panting like a dog. As my right hand worked my pussy, my left hand grabbed one of my breasts and lifted it. I bent my head down just far enough to flick my tongue over the rock hard nipple. This made me shudder again and caused another gush from between my lower folds.

"Mmmm, I'm sooo wett for you Daddyyy..."

Rolling my nipple now between my index finger and thumb, I slipped another finger deep inside my pussy. My wet, puffy lips greeted the second digit hungrily. I let out another swift moan and pumped them in and out quickly. It felt so damn good to be finger fucking myself. Currents of pleasure shot through my veins as I did. I then moved my fingers in circles inside me for a moment before curling them up. Reading up on some naughty stories I had learned about the g-spot. Now I realized that I had found the small rough patch. That sent bigger jolts of pleasure through my hips.

"Ohhhhhh yessss," I whimpered loudly.

My legs began to quiver when I began to rub the bottom of my palm against my clit. The two fingers I was using were taking long, quick dives and kept hitting my g-spot. My hips bucked wildly in the air.
I wanted it. I needed it. I wanted him. I needed him.

My nipples were harder than ever, my clit burned under my hand, my tits bounced as I arched my back, moaning, almost screaming in pleasure.

"That's it baby," I imagined him saying, "cum for me."

With one more plunge of my fingers, my hips froze in mid-air. My back arched up further involuntarily, so high that I was balancing on my head and toes. A warm, shivering wave washed over me and I let out one final moan that began as a high-pitched note and ended deeply, echoing in the back of my throat. A large gush of cum exploded from my pussy and soaked the comforter. Time seemed to stand still.

I fell back on the bed, legs and arms splayed everywhere. It took some time for the final ripples of pleasure to subside. A dreamy smile crept across my face at the feeling of release finally.

"Anyone home?"

My eyes flew in the direction of the door where my brother's voice could be heard down the hall. That's when I noticed that it hadn't been closed all the way.

Oh shit.

I flew off my bed to go slam the door til it clicked. Then I collapsed on the floor against it, hugging my legs to my chest. Had it been open the whole time? Had my father walked by and saw me? Ohh god.

My breathing quickened at that thought. Had I been watched and not even known it?

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

I couldn't believe what I had done. I had watched my little girl, my daughter, and my own flesh and blood masturbate. If it wasn't for my son coming home I would have seen her orgasm as well. And the worst part was that it turned me on!

God did it turn me on. I've never felt that horny or turned on. My body, especially my cock, has never reacted like that before. But it was my daughter that did that to me!

I felt sick. I felt disgusted. I felt dirty. But dammit, if part of me didn't enjoy it...and maybe want more.

'NO!' I shouted in my head.

I fought with myself for the next few days and did my best to avoid Lauren because I didn't know how to act around her. I didn't know if she saw me watching her and I didn't know if she thought I was a sick and perverted old man. I hoped I didn't scar her for life. I wasn't sure if maybe she would tell her mother and she would divorce me for it. I just didn't know.

So, for the next couple weeks I put in extra hours at work. I almost completely stopped watching TV in the living room for fear of being alone with her. I even went shopping with my wife, which I hated, to get out of the house.

But then something happened as the weeks passed. She didn't tell her mother. She didn't even act differently towards me.

I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief when I figured she must not have seen me. God I was SO stupid for watching her. But god it was SO hot.

Once I thought everything was normal, I slowly started to lift my 'avoid Lauren at all costs' thinking. I cut back my hours at work and even started to watch TV with her at night.

And you know what? It was one of the best decisions I ever made because we started to get closer.

Now, we've always had a pretty good father/daughter relationship but I started to view her in a different light. She was still my daughter and she will always be my little girl but I noticed she was becoming a very charming, intelligent, creative, and captivating young woman.

I wanted to learn more about her so we started to hang out more. We watched TV together. We went out to lunch on the weekends. I even took her shopping. I couldn't get enough of her. We had so much in common and even our differences made for thought provoking and stimulating conversations. I haven't felt this invigorated in years. It was like being with my daughter was turning me into a teenager again.

We talked about football, Nascar, politics, books, and life. She helped me work on my '93 Nissan 300ZX in her free time as well. It was nice having her there. She even started cooking dinner more often and I was starting to favor her cooking over her mother's.

She opened up to me and I opened up to her. She even read me her poetry, which was amazing. I gave her advice and guidance. She helped me to better understand teenagers today. Which I still don't get.

We grew so close over the weeks following our day together. Our relationship became special and more than just a father/daughter one.

I knew it would never be the same again. And I couldn't have been happier.

 

[sinnocence]

Regret weighed me down for weeks. It seeped through my body every day until I was sure I would lose it. My father must have seen my little show in my room that one day. That was the only thing I could think of that was pushing him away from me. He worked endless hours, something he never used to do before. True, he was committed to his work. But never before had he spent so many hours at the office. It was hard not to think that *I* was the cause of that.

I dreaded nights when everyone was home. We always used to sit in the living room after dinner and watch TV. But now, it was only my mother, brother, and me. My father never seemed to be home even though he really was.

The time that came when I *really* knew he was avoiding me was when he consented to going shopping with my mother. I used to listen to him complain about that all the time. It not only made me sad that he was avoiding me, but I started getting jealous again. They were spending all this time together and I never got to see him. I really, really started to hate my mom.

It caused so much pain and regret when he ignored me. I was so sure that he thought something was wrong with me. He must have been so disgusted that the idea of even being near me repulsed him. I didn't act as sexual as I had. Actually, it was like sex wasn't a part of my life anymore. I didn't even watch porn or masturbate. Of course, those feelings were still there, but they were buried. I was too afraid to push my father further away than he had drifted.

But then something happened.

It was like a switch was flipped. My father cut back on his hours at work. A lot. He was home all the time. He joined us in the living room at night and even stayed when my mother and brother went to bed. It was still early for me to say or do anything, but I was overjoyed.

And it got even better. He would take me out to lunch on the weekends. We would go shopping and he actually looked like he was having a good time. I helped him sometimes work on his Nissan that I had always wanted. I even cooked for him. It made me so happy when he would ask for more.

Our conversations were never dull. It turned out that we had a lot in common and even our differences were interesting to explore. I loved talking to him more than anyone I had known.

Soon, my love for him grew. The feelings that were beyond just father and daughter got much more stronger. And the sexual desires started to threaten to resurface. But I fought it very hard. I had just gotten my Daddy back and I didn't want to lose him again.

~~~~~

Things continued like that for about a month until one Sunday rolled around. My mother and brother were out shopping and supposedly would be gone for a good part of the day. It was time to do some more work on the Nissan so my father was already out in the garage. I told him I would be out soon since I had a school paper I was almost done with. It was finally finished and I went to my room to change.

Once in my room I yanked off my t-shirt and shorts. It was hot out and I was supposed to give the car a wash. I would normally wear my bikini to do it, but something told me it was too soon. I didn't want to tempt my father or make him think I was being all sexual again. A heavy sigh escaped me as I plopped down on my bed for a moment. My eyes drifted to my night stand where I noticed a framed picture sitting on it.

It was a very recent picture of my father and I. I had started taking more pictures of us so my camera went everywhere. We had gone to this one fancy restaurant that I had always wanted to try. It had a fountain out back with lights that would come on at night. I had asked someone to take a picture of us.

My eyes studied the picture and my heart quickened. He had pulled me very close when the lady held the camera up. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, his hand resting flat against my lower stomach. And we looked so happy. We looked like we belonged together.
We looked like a couple would look.

My decision was made. I hopped up off my bed, familiar feelings starting to seep back into my body. I pulled on a white tank top, with a bra this time, and my pair of short denim shorts. They sat low on my hips which was perfect for what I had in mind. The thong I had on was one of my favorites. It was lacey and black with pink, frilly edges. I pulled it up so the sides and back peeked out from my shorts.

Nervousness ran up and down my spine when I walked out into the garage. My father had already pulled the car out onto the driveway and was getting a bucket of water and soap ready. He looked up when he heard me and gave a smile that made my heart beat even quicker.

"Hi Daddy," I said sweetly as I grabbed a sponge and some towels.

He had some stuff to do in the garage so I sprayed down the car with the hose and got started. I was hoping that if he noticed me, he wouldn't get mad. I made my way around to the hood and with sponge in hand, I bent over the car. Sure enough, my tank top rose and revealed my black and pink panties.

This was it. I took a deep breath and washed the upper part of the hood.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

I moved the car out onto the driveway for Lauren. She was going to be washing it any minute. I smiled as I pulled the car out of the garage, knowing that once everything was fixed on it, I was going to give it to her as a present. She was gonna love it!

I got out of the car and grabbed a bucket and the soap. I bent down to fill the bucket with water as I poured in the soap.

I heard Lauren coming and looked up to see one of the sexiest sights I've ever laid my eyes on. There was my little girl dressed in a white tank top and a pair of short denim shorts. All I could do was smile at how hot and sexy my daughter looked.

"Hi Daddy." My little girl's sweet voice rang out as she greeted me before grabbing a sponge and the bucket and getting to work.

"Hi sweetie," I replied adding, "I've got some cleaning to do in the garage while you do that."

She just gave me that beautiful smile of hers that always made me melt and began spraying the car.

I started to clean some things up in the garage while Lauren washed the car. I was into what I was doing until something caught my eye. There reflected in the old mirror we had stored in the garage was the image of Lauren, bent over the hood of the car.

Not wanting to be obvious I pretended I had to clean the area behind me and would have to turn around to do so. I bent down with the dust broom in hand and swept the ground. Well, at least pretended to because I don't think it touched the ground. I was too mesmerized by the sight before me.

Lauren had bent over so much that her tank top had risen up causing me to have a clear view of the top of her panties.

MMmmmmmm. And what sexy panties they were. From what I could see they were a lacy, black and pink thong. God it looked so good on her.

I was thankful I was in a kind of crouching position because I could feel my cock begin to swell. I watched as her big butt swayed and bounced as she reached higher and higher on the hood. I loved seeing the frilly edge of her thong creep higher and higher into my view. My cock began to ache as I moved my eyes down to the denim stretched tight between her legs. I absentmindedly began rubbing my cock as my eyes stayed glued to my little girl's crotch and butt.

I almost dropped the dust broom as I jerked up to a standing position when Lauren looked over at me. I felt my face turn hot and knew I was blushing. I completely forgot about the erection in my shorts and that it was in plain view of my little girl.

Once I realized that I quickly spun around and as best I could readjusted myself so my hard-on wasn't so obvious. As I turned back around I noticed that Lauren's tank top had gotten wet and was almost see-through now. I could clearly see her black and pink bra holding those perfect tits of hers. And the images of her naked on her bed masturbating flooded my mind. I shook my head to get my thoughts in order.

"Doing good sweetie." I said, using it as a poor attempt at trying to cover up my wandering eyes and dirty thoughts.

 

[sinnocence]

The sponge covered the hood in soapy water as I continued my task. To reach the higher parts I really had to bend and stretch. Parts of my chest had managed to graze against the hood. My tank top was getting wet and I was sure it was almost see-thru now. A smirk crossed my lips at that thought and I wondered if my father had looked in my direction yet.

If he hadn't yet, that was all right. He would at one point and I was hoping the scene before him would get his heart beating. So, I spread my legs a little more, making sure to push my ass out. The hood was good and washed in no time. But I lingered, wanting to give a good show.

That's when I got too curious and turned my head a little to peek. Just as my eyes settled on my father, he stood up quickly, a blush covering his face. But I was quicker. Before he could turn around my gaze had traveled lower and noticed the obvious bulge in his shorts. Wetness immediately filled my pussy. That was exactly the reaction I wanted from him. A sly smile turned up the corner of my lips when he spun around to adjust himself.

I stayed glued where I was, still bent over the hood, not wanting to turn around. Smug happiness was probably evident on my face. I watched as he turned back around to take another look at me. He probably noticed my bra now, clearly matching the panties that had made him hard. Only a second passed until he shook his head and got back to what he had been doing.

"Doing good sweetie."

That almost made me laugh. Was that in reference to my washing or the show I had given him? Either way, he didn't sound angry which made me hopeful. Maybe our close relationship wouldn't be jeopardized while I tried to tease him again. I had never stopped wanting my father. And now my desires were as strong as ever.

~~~~~

Even after my mother and brother came home, my father and I spent the whole night together like we often did. It was getting more apparent each day that my mom was starting to not like it. Could there have been some jealousy there as well? The thought made me almost squirm in pleasure. She tried to get my father's attention so many times. But he would brush her off each time to be with me. I couldn't have been happier. Soon, I knew, he would be all mine. You would have thought my mother and I were the same age, strangers that were competing for the attention of the man they both loved.

That night I didn't want to push my luck with him anymore. All I did was maybe brush against him a couple times and give him a longer hug than normal before bed.

"I love you so much Daddy," my voice purred in his ear. With that, I went off to bed with a grin. It had been a successful day. I couldn't wait to see what else would happen.

In the morning I woke before my alarm had a chance to go off. My dreams had been filled with images of my father of course. That's how it was every night. During the time when we were bonding and nothing was sexual, my dreams were about us. But they were innocent. The dream I had that night had a slight sexual edge to it. Nothing happened between us, but I knew it was because of what happened the previous afternoon. A soft moan formed in my throat when I thought about my dreams. My father was even more handsome to me now. And I couldn't help but think of the day when I had seen the tip of his cock.

My hand automatically dove under my panties. I laid in bed for some time, rubbing and fingering my pussy. It was frustrating to have to keep quiet, but I didn't want to wake anyone. Once I began thinking of the day before and my father's hardon, I came in my panties. Several squirts of cum hit the fabric and soaked them. Then my alarm went off. I turned it off and got up, pulling off my panties as I did. I left them soaking wet on the floor.

The hot shower did little to calm me. My thoughts kept wanting to wander back to my father. It was starting again. All the sexual tension. I sighed heavily as I washed my body.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

I was still annoyed as I walked down the hallway towards my daughter's room in the morning. My wife of 20 years was jealous of my relationship with our daughter!

~~~~~

I couldn't believe she had started a fight with me that morning over it. She talked about how I was spending all my free time with Lauren and that I was ignoring her. I couldn't believe my ears! She even complained when she saw the picture in Lauren's room of me and my little girl at the restaurant she's been bugging me to take her to for months. I tried telling her we only went for lunch but my wife wasn't hearing it.

I just enjoyed being with my little girl and developing our relationship. We have a lot in common. It had nothing to do with my wife. I just loved discovering what a beautiful, young woman my daughter was becoming. I couldn't help that my wife felt like it was taking time away from me being with her. I've spent everyday for the last 20 years with her! What more does she want? Geez.

Once I got done with the fight with my wife, I headed for the only place that would cheer me up and always made me happy.

~~~~~~

I saw Lauren's door was open as I approached it. I knocked lightly as I walked in but I quickly noticed that she wasn't in there. It was then, that I heard the shower running in her bathroom. I was going to ask her something about our Nissan that we were working on.

See, that's another reason why I spend time with my little girl. Because my wife hates that car. She thinks it's just taking up space in the garage and wants me to stop wasting my time trying to fix it and just sell the thing already. Fat chance.

I was a little disappointed Lauren wasn't there. As I turned to leave something on the floor caught my eye. There, sitting on the floor were the black and pink panties she had on the day before.

I froze.

The images of them sticking out the top of her shorts suddenly popped into my head and made my cock begin to grow. I thought I would help her out and put them in the hamper for her. I looked around and then bent down to pick them up.

As soon as my fingers touched the fabric, I could feel how soaking wet they were. And my cock responded accordingly by turning to steel in my pants.

I froze again.

My heart began to race. My breathing quickened. I carefully listened to hear if her shower was still running. It was. I looked around as if someone was going to jump out and yell "Gotcha!".

I pushed her door almost all the way closed.

What was I doing? Why didn't I just put her panties away? What was I up to?

My throat went dry and my hands began to shake a little. From what? From how turned on I was. I knew what I was about to do was wrong. But look at how sexy the panties are. Her mother NEVER wore anything like these anymore. Sure, when we were dating she would wear these sexy panties and bras for me cause she knew how into sexy panties I was. But that was years ago and now she only wore big, NOT sexy panties even after years of buying her Victoria Secret's gift cards as hints.

The fabric felt so lacey and soft as I rubbed it between my fingers. And god did it feel wet! She must have masturbated in them that morning because of how fresh they were.

I'm not proud of what I did next but I HAD to. I lifted my shaking hands and brought the panties to my nose. I inhaled deep. MMmmmmmmmm. God they smelled SO good. They had the same smell as what I smelled when I was in the living room giving Lauren that lecture about skipping school. That was her pussy I was smelling! And god it was so intoxicating. It was so arousing.

As soon as her scent hit my nose my cock jumped in my pants. It was begging me to free it and let it play with her panties. It had been so long since I masturbated with a pair of sexy panties like these. Let alone ones that had just been cummed in.

I took one more hit of her scent from the panties and I lost control. I reached down and undid my pants, unzipped my fly, and pulled my rock hard, fat cock out. I wrapped my daughter's wet panties around the shaft of my dick and began jerking them up and down it nice and slow.

I let out a groan as I looked down to see the black and pink, lacey, and frilly panties wrapped tightly around my thick, hard shaft. I reached up and pulled my foreskin back to expose the red, almost purple, head of my cock and I quickly wrapped her panties around it, stroking from the base of my cock to the head. I regained some control and was able to convince myself it was ok to continue as long as I didn't cum in them.

I closed my eyes and every dirty image of my daughter flooded back like a dirty movie. There she was in just a wet towel kneeling in front of me. There she was masturbating. There she was bent over the car with her panties in clear view. There were those perfect tits. That sexy big butt. And that beautiful face. My hand gripped tighter and I jerked my cock faster and harder until....

"Ohhhh godddd." I groaned as my cock exploded with my seed, covering her panties. I felt my balls completely empty into them. It felt like I hadn't cummed in years. I shot rope after long rope of white, hot, sticky cum in the the lacey material still wrapped tightly around my thick cock.

Once I began to settle down the realization smacked me square in the face...I just cummed in my daughter's panties. I should NOT have done that.

I quickly made my way over to Lauren's nightstand and grabbed some tissues. I started to try and wipe up as much of my cum as I could from the panties. But it was a losing battle. As hard as I tried, I had cummed so much in them that, it already had soaked into the material and was quite noticeable.

I started to panic a little. 'I should not have done that,' kept echoing in my head.

In my incredibly aroused state from masturbating with my daughter's cum soaked panties, I had not noticed that the shower had stopped in her bathroom.

"Oh shit." I thought as I took her panties and lifting the lid of her hamper threw them in. I didn't even check to make sure they completely went in as I wanted to get out of there ASAP.

I stuffed my cock back in my pants and opened her door. I looked down both ways of the hallway to see if anyone was around. Thankfully, no one was around as I made my way out of her room.

Phew. I breathed a sigh of relief with each step from my little girl's room. How could I have done that?

I know how. But the answer was something I wasn't sure I could handle...yet.

 

[sinnocence]

I emerged from the shower still restless and still horny. No matter what I did, thoughts of my father and me together swirled around my mind. Memories of the day I stayed home, visions of the head of his cock, the way his hardon stuck down his shorts yesterday. Everything. Never before had I obsessed over something this much. I shook my head, running the towel over it to dry my long hair.

When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed my father turning the corner just down the hall. My heart gave a little squeeze at the sight of him like it always did. Once in my room I noticed something wasn't right. The panties I had came in were no longer on the floor. Hmmm, I thought. My eyes scanned the room and there they were, draped over the edge of my hamper, the lid not completely on. Okay...I don't remember putting them in there.

My curiosity got the better of me. I went over to the hamper and grabbed them from the edge.

Oh wow.

They felt even more wet than what I had done to them. In fact, I don't think they could have gotten any wetter. And they were...whiter...than normal. All of a sudden, the scent wafted across my nose. My body stiffened instantly. With trembling fingers, I lifted the panties to my nose and inhaled.

Yep, that sure wasn't all me. I was very familiar with the smell of my pussy and my cum. There was an even stronger smell that covered my thong now.

Suddenly it dawned on me. My panties had been left on the floor, wet with my cum. The same panties that had made my father's cock grow yesterday. Now, they had been hanging on the hamper...covered with a white, sticky liquid that didn't smell like me.

A moan traveled up my throat from deep within my chest. My nipples came alive and I felt my cunt respond as well.

My father came in my panties.

What a turn on that was for me. And not only that, but I was euphoric. My teasing had started to work. A huge smile lit my face as I held the thong before me. I knew they were dirty and soaking wet, but something mattered more. They were covered in my father's cum. And god, I wanted my father's cum in my pussy. But if I couldn't get it *in* my pussy, I'd take the next best thing. Smeared all over my pussy.

With that, I took the thong and stepped into it, pulling it up tight against my crotch. Just the thought of his seed touching my cunt made me almost start masturbating again. But I didn't have time. I would have to wait until I got home.

~~~~~

During school, an idea popped into my brain out of nowhere. Of course I had been daydreaming. With a surge of confidence, I took out my cell phone and typed a message to my father.

'Thank you for helping me decide what panties to wear today.'

I hit "send" and smiled. Hopefully that would get his imagination going. And hopefully it would get something else going as well.

~~~~~

I pulled in the driveway that afternoon and noticed both my parents were home already. My brother had gone over to a friend's house after school so I didn't need to give him a ride. Glaring at my mother's ugly car, I walked through the front door and called out that I was home. I dropped my purse and bag in my room before looking for my father. All day long I had been thinking about him and all I wanted was to see his face.

My mother was in the laundry room so I poked my head in.

"Where's Daddy?"

Without even looking at me, she responded with a frown on her face. "In his office, of course."

I made my way to his office which seemed to be separated from the rest of the house. I knew he liked it even more because it was secluded and no one could bother him. But I knew he would welcome my presence.

The door was closed so I opened it slowly, hoping to not make any noise. His back was to me, resting his elbow on the desk while he worked on the computer. My heart gave another squeeze. I tiptoed in and threw my arms around his neck before kissing his cheek. I almost wanted to moan, he smelled so good. And he still had his work clothes on. He must have just gotten home. The sheer sight of him made my pussy start to dampen.

"So," I began, feeling quite confident again, "I wore these again today because I *think* You are kinda fond of them."

With that, I leaned my butt back against the edge of the desk and lifted the edge of my shirt. My panties were partially visible, sitting on my hips before disappearing down into my jeans. I could feel so much anticipation churning in my veins that all I could do was smile at him after I spoke.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

As I drove to work my mind kept going over what I had done. How could I have cummed in my little girl's panties? I really hoped she would not notice. I didn't want her to think I was some perverted old man. We had been having such a great month getting to know each other better and I didn't want this to ruin it.

I was actually happy to be at work as it would help get my mind off of things. Of course, not completely. I was busy working on a case when I heard my phone vibrate with a text message. I wonder who it could have been. I picked up my phone and saw it was from Lauren.

*Thank you for helping me decide what panties to wear today.*

My heart started to race and I began to sweat a little. My hand even started to shake a bit. Did she find the panties I had cummed in? She must have. I felt sick. Was she mad? She didn't seem it. Did she think I was a perverted old man? I wasn't getting that from the message. Even though I had read the message about a hundred times trying to decipher what each word might have meant, I was missing what my daughter had actually said. Then it finally hit me.

WAIT...Is she saying she's wearing the panties I cummed in this morning? My cock began to harden at the thought of my cum pressed against my little girl's pussy. I can't believe she's wearing them. I guess she doesn't think I'm a perverted old man. I guess she liked it.

I was too embarrassed to send a reply. My cock was rock hard now at the thought of my daughter wearing panties both she and I had cummed in.

I zipped through the rest of my work and decided to leave early. I was hoping to spend as much time with my daughter as possible. Especially after the text I got.

~~~~~~~~~

When I got home I saw my wife's car in the driveway. She hadn't told me she was going to be home when I had called and told her I was leaving work early.

'Darn.' I thought.

I was hoping to have some alone time with Lauren this afternoon before she got home. As I walked in the door I was greeted with my wife standing there in just her bra and panties.

"I thought since the kids won't be home for a little bit, I would surprise you." My wife said in her best attempt at a sexy voice.

I looked her over. She didn't look bad for forty. But she sure didn't look as good as Lauren. She had on those unsexy, big panties that came up high on her waist and an equally unattractive bra. It's funny because they were black and pink like Lauren's but NOTHING like what my little girl wore. The erection I had all day actually started to soften. I didn't want her. I really didn't want to have sex either.

"Sorry hunny. I have a lot of work to do. I'm gonna be in my office all day." I said as I walked past her, giving her a kiss on the cheek as I did.

I locked myself in my office and didn't even change out of my work clothes for fear that my wife would try to fuck me again or even start a fight about me ignoring her again.

~~~~~~

I had been working on a case for a little while when I heard someone tiptoe into the room.

'Oh god. Please don't be my wife.' I pleaded in my head.

Before I knew it the person had thrown their arms around my neck and was kissing my cheek. I knew instantly it was my little girl. A huge smile spread across my lips as I felt her pressed against me. My cock awakened when I smelled her vanilla perfume. God, I loved that perfume.

"So, I wore these again today because I *think* You are kinda fond of them."

I looked at my daughter kind of puzzled before remembering her text. With that, she leaned her butt back against the edge of my desk and lifted the edge of her shirt. I could see the top of her panties right before they disappeared into her jeans. They were the same black and pink panties I had cummed in this morning.

I smiled. All of a sudden I felt this rush of emotion flow through me. It was the same emotion I had felt when I saw her kneeling in the towel in front of me. It wasn't anger. It wasn't just arousal. Although, I was very horny at that point. It was something I just couldn't put my finger on but it was keeping me calm. I didn't turn away. I didn't think this was wrong. I, instead, felt in control and confident. I liked this feeling. And I wanted to feel it more.

"Yes they are sweetie. Black is one of my favorite colors and I like the pink on you because pink is for little girls." I smiled as I traced a line with my eyes from her exposed panties up to her eyes.

"And of course, I like how lacey and soft they are." After I said that sentence I felt a rush of that emotion and did something I never thought I would do.

I reached out and rubbed the material of my daughter's panties on her hip with my index finger. I then slid my thumb under the material and began to rub my fingers together with the lacey fabric trapped between them. My hand pressed against the bare skin of my daughter's hip as I pulled the panties from her body in order to get a good feel of them between my fingers.

"Very soft." I cooed as I looked my daughter right in her eyes, showing her the love and passion that had built up over the last month.

Just then we heard her mother walking down the hall.

 

[sinnocence]

His smile again made my heart beat frantically, almost like it was trying to leap out of my chest and reveal to him the feelings I held. I took an unsteady breath after I had lifted my shirt. It must have been obvious to him that I was nervous. My body was trembling as he stared at me. His eyes settled on my hips as he spoke.

"Yes they are sweetie. Black is one of my favorite colors and I like the pink on you because pink is for little girls."

I blushed bright red as his words hit my ears. That wasn't exactly what I was expecting. It was better. And I loved when he called me his little girl. My heart responded along with the rest of my body. Every part of me was doing something that *had* to be giving away how excited and anxious I was. You would have thought I was having this conversation with a boyfriend, not my father. But he was the man that I was in love with, even more now after our month together.

Then his eyes rose at an agonizing pace, tracing every inch of my body before resting on my face.

"And of course, I like how lacey and soft they are."

I opened my mouth to respond but words failed me. I just stayed silent, keeping my eyes glued to his, and nodded slowly. Although, I'm sure he could hear my heavy breathing and the loud thumping of my heart.

When he lifted his finger and began stroking the material, my heart practically stopped. My eyes had dropped to watch his finger dance softly over my hip. There was a slight buzzing on my skin under the panties. I was literally aching for him to touch me. Then almost as if he knew what I wanted, he slipped his thumb under the fabric, his hand now brushing against my hip. My skin was now tingling, warmth spreading throughout my body. Of course my pussy was begging, pleading, screaming for his hand to travel lower. It was dripping only after seconds.

'Ohhh yess, touch me Daddy,' I wanted to moan. I wanted to lean into his touch. To feel more than just his fingers. But I resisted, concentrating on staying calm. On breathing at least.

"Very soft," he murmured, now gazing deep into my eyes.

Oh god. Take me now. Take me, take me, take me.

"Mmm hmm", was all I could manage. His eyes were smoldering...warm...inviting...loving. It wasn't fair the effect that he had on me. I couldn't form a coherent thought. I couldn't quite remember where I had stashed all my confidence. My world was zoned in on him and only him.

That's why it was amazing that I even heard footsteps coming down the hall. Something inside me wanted to stay right where I was. Some perverse pleasure of seeing the jealousy in my mother's eyes. His skin was still touching mine. The feeling was indescribable. But I knew that staying where I was wouldn't be the smartest idea. My eyes gave him a longing look before I reluctantly pulled away from his hand. I pulled my shirt back down and folded my arms around my waist. I immediately felt a strange emptiness in the pit of my stomach when my father wasn't touching me anymore. It made me angry.

The door swung open and there stood my mother with a pissed off look on her face. She glared at me and I did the same back.

"YOU need to get in your room and do homework," she said, almost sneering at me.

I hated her.

A defiant expression was now on my face. "I don't have any."

"Then go in your room and clean it."

"It's clean."

"NOW!"

I glanced at my father pleadingly before pushing past my mother. Once in my room, I slammed the door and threw clothes around just to piss her off. Tears started to stream down my face. Not from my mother though. But from the realization at just how much I wanted my father. The feeling I had felt when his hand left my side was painful. I was just afraid that I would never get *everything* I wanted.

~~~~~

That night, suprisingly, all four of us were in front of the television. But I didn't notice what was on. All I could think about was earlier in my dad's office. Something more had passed between us, I knew it. There was pure sexual tension for sure. That much was obvious. But his eyes had held more. I just couldn't place it.

Pushing all of the confusing thoughts aside, I focused only on the sexual chemistry we clearly shared. That part was easy to deal with. A brief image of his hardened cock flashed in my mind when I realized he had also been turned on in the office. I vaguely remembered glancing at his crotch. From that and from the time in the garage, I was getting a pretty good idea of just how big he was. And it made both my pussy and mouth water.

I lifted my head suddenly when my brother went off to his room and my mother went off to hers shortly after. My eyes widened. I wouldn't have expected her to leave us alone, but she did.

How perfect.

Just the thought of being alone with him again turned me on. I had to do something. The scent of my arousal was starting to become clearer, even with the blanket I had draped over my lap. I had the loveseat to myself and my father was on the couch, his attention on the tv. Finding my confidence again, I began to rub my cunt through my sweats under the blanket. It felt so damn good after wanting it all day. A soft moan escaped my lips and I froze, wondering if he had heard me.