Daddy Caught One HandedbyEmporer2©
Disclaimer: This story is a work of complete fiction. This story is meant to be read for entertainment purposes only. I do not promote the subject of incest, the subject was chosen for this story due to the taboo nature associated with the topic.
Hello there, my name is Rick and I want to tell you a little story. This is a story about a father and daughter and an event that brings the two of them closer together. Before I start, I should tell you a little about myself. I'm 6' 2" in height, muscular build (I visit the gym 3 times a week) with a light tan (I like to show off my build at the beach), my hair is brown and my eyes are green. For a 40 year, I think I look damn good.
But my story isn't about me well, not solely about me. What would a father and daughter tale be without the daughter? Her name is Ellie and she is 23, with long golden hair (she got that from her mother), blue/green eyes and a smile that makes all the guys melt. She has long, slender legs (she's 5' 7") to go with her toned body (she got her workout habits from me), a tight ass and 26C breasts that she shows off proudly.
Now, my story takes place during the fall of 1999, the month of October specifically. It was my daughter's eighteenth birthday and it just so happened to be on a Friday. This was both good and bad. Since Ellie's mother and I were divorced I only got to see my daughter on weekends, this was the good part. This also meant that Ellie had two days of not worrying about school to spend celebrating with her friends; that was the bad part. So there I was, sitting in the dimly lit dining room with a birthday cake waiting for my daughter to come downstairs.
"Hey daddy, I'm off to Margret's," she said as she bounded down the stairs.
"Ok honey," I replied, feeling more than a bit depressed.
I watched as she entered the room wearing a light blue dress. The straps holding the dress up were very thin and the neck line was cut low enough to allow a good portion of cleavage to be visible. It was unusually warm outside so we had the air conditioning on which caused my daughter's nipples to poke out against the thin fabric of the dress. The sight caused the blood to start flowing into my pants.
"I promise I won't be out too late," she said. I couldn't tell if she was oblivious to my mood or if she was just trying to ignore it. As she placed her arms around me to hug me the scent of her perfume filled my nostrils. It was a sweet smell, something close to peaches.
"Do you at least want to blow out your candles?" I asked her. I looked up at her and she grimaced.
"Do I have to?"
"If you want to go out with your friends, you have to indulge your old man, at least a little bit."
"Oh ok," she said with a smile.
I picked the lighter off the table and lit the two candles, first the "1" then the "8". Ellie had moved around to the opposite side of the table.
"Make a wish and then blow them out," I told her.
She closed her eyes then leaned over close to the candles. As she did so, I was able to look right down the top of her dress. My cock twitched again and I was thankful I was still seated. As the smoke from the candles rose between the two of us, Ellie smiled and winked then said "bye" as she grabbed her keys and rushed out the door.
So there I was, once again alone in the dining room but this time with an erection, caused by my own daughter no less. I'm not one of those delusional parents that think that sex is bad and that teens don't do anything together. Hell, my ex-wife and I were fucking around at the age of fifteen. And I admit that I find my daughter attractive, so to think that she would be going out with her friends and nothing would happen dressed the way she is I'd have to be on drugs or something.
Well, I stood up from the table and adjusted my cock through my jeans. I figured since I had the thing I might as well take care of it. So up the stairs I went intended on visiting the bathroom. As I approached the bathroom in the hallway, I noticed my daughter's door (which is across from the bathroom) was partially open. I'm not one of those distrusting and nosy parents that have to know everything that their child is doing. I believe in giving my daughter her space. But my curiosity got the better of me.
I pushed the door the rest of the way open and entered her room. The bedroom still smelled like my daughter's strawberry perfume. There were a few clothes scattered on the floor but otherwise the room was very neat. I slowly walked around, looking at everything. Memories of my daughter growing up flooded forth.
As I walked past her dress I noticed a string sticking out the closed drawer. I gently opened the drawer and inspected the item. It turned out to be a white thong, with sheer fabric covering the crotch. I knew I should have put it back but I couldn't. I ran my fingers over the material picturing my daughter wearing them. I wondered if she ever became so aroused that her juices coated the fabric, allowing anyone who looked a clear view of her young pussy.
My cock jumped in my pants and I snapped back to reality, which caused me to drop the thong onto the floor. At first I felt ashamed for even thinking of my daughter like that. But I thought, "I'm just a man and she's an attractive woman". I even tried to rationalize my behavior by comparing her to her mother.
"They look so much alike," I told myself. I looked down at the dresser and noticed a school picture of Ellie's. She looked so beautiful in it. Her eyes were bright and her smile was warm and inviting. I felt as though she was looking right at me saying it was ok.
I picked up the thong once again and looked at it. I held up close to my face and smelled them. They still had that just washed scent. My cock was aching and without further hesitation I unfastened my jeans and pulled my cock out of my boxers. Now, I'm not a large man, my cock is only 8" long and as thick as two fingers but I can satisfy a woman. I stood there holding my daughter's thong and looking at her picture with my dick in my right hand.
At first, I did nothing more than stroke my cock. Nice and slow was the pace. As I became more turned on, I became bolder. I decided to strip down completely and continued masturbating in front of my daughter's dresser (which had a mirror attached to the top of it). I would glance between her picture and the mirror, all the while fondling the thong with my left hand.
I'm not sure what gave me the idea but I decided to just go with it. I took the thong and hung it on my cock. I looked down and smiled. The mere idea of touching my cock with Ellie's underwear was arousing enough, but actually doing so was almost too much to bear. The last thing I wanted to do was to shoot cum all over her dresser. So I did the safer thing, I laid down on her bed.
I was in heaven. I was lying on my daughter's bed completely naked. My feet were flat on the mattress, my knees bent and my legs spread. My left hand was massaging my balls and while the right hand stroked my cock using Ellie's thong.
I closed my eyes and imagined being at the theater sitting a few seats down from Ellie. In my mind I watched as the boys she was sitting in between took turns kissing her and touching her. I could see their hands roaming all over my little girl as she tried not to make too much noise. I watched as they pulled their cocks out and she took each on in hand and started stroking them.
I rolled over onto my stomach and moved on all fours. I reached down and continued stroking my cock with the small panties as the fantasy played out in my head. One at a time Ellie would leaned down and suck on their cocks. It didn't take her long to bring them a climax and she eagerly swallowed their hot cum. When she had finished, she stood up and made her way down the aisle to me.
She looked down and said to me "it's your turn daddy". Ellie lifted her skirt and showed me her sheer white thong. "I want you to cum, daddy. Cum in my pretty white panties."
I grunted as I came. I had placed the thong on the bed just beneath my cock and with reckless abandon I jerked myself until I had squirted my last bit of cum. It was the most intense climax that I had experienced in a long while (at least, without another person, that is). Sweat was starting to form on my body and with a heavy breath and rolled over onto my back. As I regained my strength and started to get up and then I froze. For standing at the foot of the bed was my daughter.