Finding Nudes of Nicole Ch. 01

Our daughters grow up into beautiful adults, sexual creatures, and we're supposed to pretend like we haven't noticed, or that we're eunuchs. We can't help it. We're men. We appreciate young women, with their vitality, fresh skin, and tight breasts.

I expect most fathers go through the same thing that I did. Especially if they're divorced and single, like me. One day, you look, and your twenty-year-old daughter is her own woman. Maybe she reminds you of your wife when she was young. You can't help but feel aroused in her presence -- not that you'd ever let this show, or get in the way of your responsibilities as a father. It's something automatic.

And you observe as her sexuality blossoms. A steady boyfriend. Some twenty-something nice guy -- if you're lucky -- who'll be the first one to suck your daughter's breasts, taste her vagina; let her suck his long penis. Who'll stand nude with your daughter, then take her to bed, and whisper sweet things to her and kiss her, before sliding his erection all the way up inside of her. Your daughter will wrap her legs around him and tongue-kiss him with a passion she didn't know existed, urging him to orgasm. But that's behind closed doors. No; with you, they'll just be a young polite couple, tiptoeing around you, and you'll just be the old man, who pretends not to notice.

That's how it is with most fathers, I expect, and that's how it was with me. And that was fine.

Then, one day, I faced a temptation that most fathers never have to deal with.

Nicole was in second year English, and was staying with me for the Fall term, after having traveled around Spain with my ex and her new husband over the summer. Her college was near me, and her boyfriend, Jeff, was at the college, so the arrangement worked well.

Nicole is 5'8", brunette, with a pretty face with distinct features, like her mother, and nice full breasts, also like her mother. Not skinny, but not overweight. She's sensitive, funny, and very sexy, if I may say.

One day, Nicole called me for a favor. She was at her part-time job all morning, and had forgotten to e-mail herself notes she needed to print for a presentation at school that afternoon, and needed me to send them ASAP. I was to log on to her laptop, input her password, and e-mail her the file from my webmail. My job has me pretty flexible, so it was no problem to head home in order to help her out.

I proceeded as planned, no problems at all. I didn't snoop and there was nothing to see. The only detail of note was that, when I went to type in the URL of my webmail, a URL with the same first letter popped up, it belonged to a popular social image/video/discussion aggregation website, and the URL included, at the end, a username -- "pearlovely". I didn't think much of it, send the file, and continued on with my day.

It was only that night, later, in my room, when the URL flashed back in my mind. Was this Nicole's handle on the site?

The thought piqued my curiosity. After all, a father can only ever have so much insight into his adult daughter's thoughts. Nicole, like most young women, keeps her thoughts especially obscured from her father. What was going on in her head? Is she okay?

I was familiar with the site. It has a popular section where young women posted pictures or videos of themselves or themselves and their boyfriends nude, sometimes even showing their faces. Something, I knew, that was not at all uncommon these days. The thought briefly crossed my mind: she wasn't posting, was she? That could be dangerous if the photos got out.

Most likely, I figured, it wasn't her handle at all. Just some thing she was reading.

I couldn't help myself. I decided to just check to put my curiosity to rest.

Lying in bed, I flipped open my laptop and punched in the URL, adding at the end the specification for the username.

A log of the user's history on the site popped up. I scrolled through the first page... some general comments... definitely female, but could be anyone... then... a submission...

"So... These are my Boobs. Enjoy!"

The thumbnail was tiny, a clothed upper torso.

My heart caught for a second. I still didn't know if this was Nicole's account. Still, there was at least the potential that this link lead to pictures of my daughter displaying her breasts.

I could just keep reading through the comments to achieve my purpose, without any chance of violating privacy.

But I didn't think -- I just acted. I clicked the link, justifying it to myself in the second by saying that the second I could identify it as her, I'd be gone.

The picture flashed up on the screen. Cell phone -- not great resolution -- but good enough.

This was Nicole. She was in her room. I breathed a quick sigh of relief to see she was not showing her face, in this picture at least and presumably not the others.

She was wearing a tanktop and, visibly, no bra, as she sat on the bed in a very cosy sexy pose, as if she was just waiting for someone to sit beside her and starting making out with her. She was full in the frame, her lovely breasts looking fleshy and soft through the fabric. Her nipples were poking out, just a little. I'd barely ever seen her wearing that shirt, and only then with a bra underneath.

Based on the location of the scroll bar, I could tell there were a few more photos hidden below.

Fuck.

In that split second, my mind wrestled.

If I looked further down, I would see my adult daughter, in her bedroom, with her heavy breasts and nipples exposed for me, as she poses for the camera.

Or: I could close the browser. I could make the website disappear. Forget I looked. Leave it be.

If you're a father, what would you have done?

My mind wasn't letting me think clearly. I rationalized. I would look down just a bit further. Would just scroll down so that I would see the fleshy tops of her breast, her sitting position, out of a curiosity that wouldn't cross the line, or so I told myself. I would turn away at the last minute.

I scrolled down and could see that, in this next photo, Nicole (her head cut off at the top of the frame) was angled back on her bed, against the soft fabric of the blanket.

I scrolled further and could make out the hint of the top of her breast flesh, being pushed up. She must've been holding them, supporting them with her hands. So that all of the horny men on the internet could see her tits clearly.

Fuck it. I hit page down and the picture filled the frame.

Nicole held her large plump breasts, one in each hand, her nipples light brown on her otherwise light skin and pebbled with arousal.

She had just the right amount of tummy, with faint hairs under her belly button. She was wearing only panties, and I immediately noticed pubic hairs straying out the sides. She didn't shave her vagina. It was probably covered with sparse brown hair. I was desperate to see it.

My erection was full and instantaneous. My hand wrapped around it independently and began stroking.

There was one more picture, similar -- except in this one she just let her big tits hang down, her nipples visibly erect.

This one was at a different distance, which lead me to suspect that Jeff was there and had taken the photos.

I had never been more aroused in my life. I couldn't fathom the moral implications at the moment, I just knew I was turned the fuck on.

My sexy as hell adult daughter was showing her tits off on the screen in front of me, letting boys all over the internet see her bare breasts and panty-covered vagina.

Her boyfriend was probably in the room with her.

After he took the pictures, did he lay her back on the bed and eat her pussy? Did he slide his cock into her, and fuck her til he came? Did he ejaculate inside my daughter, leaving her vagina leaking sperm, as they fell asleep in each others' arms? What did his cock look like? He was born in the UK, I recalled; he was probably not circumcised. My daughter was probably getting fucked by a boy with a nice long foreskin.

When I get really turned on, the bisexual stuff starts to creep into my fantasies. There's something about a young slim guy with a long uncircumcised penis, as he rolls the skin back and exposes the pink head... he's at once gentle and animal... natural. A satyr ready to pump his innocent young girlfriend's vagina full of semen, while her father has to masturbate down the hall...

I knew when he was over that they must've been having sex but I always looked the other way, put it out of my mind.

Now it was right in front of me. Could Nicole have imagined that her own father would be stroking and squeezing his penis, using his hand to imitate a vagina -- hers, being the natural object of the fantasy -- to the image of her showing off her breasts? Would she have liked the thought of her father staring at her nude body?

I hit the back button -- but only so that I could rush through the rest of her history. There was only one more picture -- her (her torso) on her knees, the camera angled down at her. Topless, in jean shorts. It was a shitty cellphone shot, and the others were much better. I navigated back to them and began to steamroll toward my orgasm.

I visualized Nicole on her knees in her bedroom, sucking Jeff's cock. Her tits are swaying as she moves her mouth up and down, letting him fuck her face. Finally, he palms the back of her head, and shoots his entire load down her throat as she winces and hurries to swallow his semen like a good girl, letting this young man's salty cum ooze down into her belly. She's a woman now, and one of the ways she expresses her womanhood is by letting her boyfriend put her on her knees, and put his cock into her mouth until he has an orgasm inside of it.

I imagined jamming my tongue in Nicole's mouth, both of us now kneeling on the floor, tasting her boyfriend's sperm. Her completely naked, pussy dripping and ready...

My own penis erupted cum, all over my hands, covers, and sheets, as I continued to pump through my orgasm.

Then it ends, and I'm back to the reality of my bedroom.

In that moment of shame that most guys feel after an orgasm, I reflected that I had crossed a threshold, that I could never look at Nicole the same way again. I also knew that, as much as I could try to swear it off, I would go back to these pictures for more.

I could already feel my mind whirring, devising a way to see my daughter fully nude -- more pictures, somehow. Standing up. Or lying on her back, knees bent and legs spread, showing off her vagina, the moist slit framed by tufts of brown hair.

Fuck, or fully revealed; standing, her swollen breasts and hairy pussy complemented by her pretty face, vulnerable and exposed. Naked for the whole world. I'd send it to everyone she knows.

And engaged in sex with her boyfriend. I wanted to see that too. A close-up of her vagina with his fat erection just at the threshold, just as he's pushing the head of his penis inside of my daughter. One of him as he's unloading inside of her. One of his softened cock just pulled out, and the dollop of cum at the entrance of her vagina.

Did she make him use a condom? Insist that he roll one over his penis, uncomfortable as it may be. I had given her condoms. But fuck, I hoped she let him shoot his cum inside of her, deep inside of her. I hoped my daughter moaned, and hooked her ankles around her boyfriend, and wouldn't take no for an answer. Did she know how much better that felt for the guy, to feel his bare erection squeezed by the tight walls of a fertile vagina? I wanted them both to experience pleasure absolutely... and I wanted to watch, and help.

I wanted to kiss her, feel her tits, line my cock up at her pussy...

My mind was exploding in fireworks of lust. Dizzy...

In bearing witness to my adult daughter's sexuality, my love for her as her father collapsed into my lust for her as an object of desire.