Let's Talk Cameltoe

Teagan picked up the receiver on the eighth ring, annoyed her editing had been disrupted by the intrusion. Who even had a landline anymore anyway? She mused as she heard her mother greet her on the other end. Oh, that's right, she giggled to herself, my parents.

"I don't know, I'll ask him." Gordon heard come from the hallway before the half-closed door to his bedroom swung open.

Mid way across the room, naked but for the towel around his shoulders like a scarf, Gordon's eyes met his daughter's as she stood in the doorway. The cordless phone pressed to her ear, her face reflected the shock, embarrassment, even amusement of the moment as she raised her free hand to cover the microphone.

"Jesus Teagan," Gordon gasped as he struggled to wrench the towel from around his neck. His effort nowhere near as quick as his daughter's eyes as they lowered to 'feast,' it seemed to him, on his exposed manhood. "What the hell?" He managed amid his blushing as he finally held the towel over his penis. Pressing hard against his pelvis he could feel he was still semi erect and ridiculously a part of his mind was proud he would've looked 'large' down there to her eyes.

Trying to conceal the smirk, her own face a red hue, Teagan did her best to apologize without saying sorry. "I thought you were dressed," she declared, barely holding on to the laugh that clearly wanted to escape her.

"You couldn't knock?" Gordon questioned, attempting to wrap the towel around his waist, his fingers not playing along however and deciding it safest to remain as he was. "What is it anyway?"

Her eyes remaining on his body, she seemed shocked to be reminded of her reason for being there, Gordon noting her react seemingly to him and the caller at once.

"Oh yeah, sorry Mom," she finally uncovered the mouthpiece, taking her eyes from looking at her father directly. "Mom wants to know if we can both come for dinner on Friday?" Teagan revealed to Gordon.

"Yes," he responded, more to end the altercation than the actual desire to dine with his ex-wife.

"Ok, Dad says 'yes,'" Teagan replied to her mother, her eyes fixed over Gordon's right shoulder.

"Is that it?" Gordon shook his head.

"Oh, yeah," Teagan finally managed and almost, it seemed to Gordon, reluctantly turned and left the room, the door swinging closed behind her.

Alone, he turned and sat down upon the bed, staring into the full-length mirror that had been behind him the whole time. "Oh God," he remarked, aware his naked rear had been exposed to her the entire interaction. He pulled the towel from his front and wasn't shocked to see the full-blown erection that had grown as they looked at one another.

*

Gordon lifted the handset and waited for his assistant to answer the call.

"Please, no interruptions for the next half hour Prue," he requested as he looked back down at the screen of his computer in his private office. He'd managed to avoid her for nearly two days. Not entirely on purpose, their schedules not aligning, but the absence had been a blessing. He needed to get it straight in his head. His initial shame at the arousal he'd felt for her ebbing as the days passed, turning to a guilty passion. A secret fantasy. Harmless, in that he'd never really act on it. Nothing would ever happen in the real world, he assured himself. But in his head, scenarios played out between them. Illicit. Forbidden. Taboo. And on the screen, he had hours of visual stimulation to fuel his incestuous desires.

'Halloween try-on haul,' the video was called. And with the door to his office securely locked, Gordon loosed his erection from his fly and watched his daughter model the sluttiest costumes he had ever seen in his life.

*

Teagan stood naked in the laundry, the clothes dryer rattling. On tippy toes, her pussy pressed into the corner of the machine as it stimulated her clit. In her hand she held his underwear, pressing the crotch of his boxer shorts to her face. The smell was of his body wash, the scent of her father. But it was the connotation of what had been pressed to the material only hours previous that filled her mind. 'Daddy's dick,' she told herself. 'My daddy's cock, against my face!' The climax came as easily as the fantasy, her legs wobbling as the orgasm began in her head and vagina as one and surged through the rest of her body. She collapsed onto the top of the warm dryer, the underwear still against her face as reality wormed its way back into her world. "It'll never happen," she spoke aloud as she extricated herself from her newly found sex appliance, a glistening left upon the whitegood just as a thought entered her mind. "Or could it?"

*

"Together!?" Gordon remarked, amazed. "No one wants to see me on YouTube."

"Of course they do," Teagan smiled, climbing upon the bench in the kitchen across from her father, more than aware the skirt she wore revealed a great deal of her legs. "They're always fun. You should watch the one I did with Mom."

Gordon swallowed. He had watched the video. More than once. But would never admit to Teagan of his indiscretion. The 'clubbing' dresses as alluring as the 'Halloween costumes' if not more so in that they were real world clothing items. There was a possibility he could even see her wearing one in person. He kept his eyes well away from her lower body as he addressed her.

"Honey, I wouldn't know what to say. I've never done anything like that before," he admitted.

"And that's what would make it work. It'd be funny. Awkward even," Teagan smiled as she gripped the edge of the bench, her legs parting slightly. "My followers would love it!"

Gordon couldn't help but see the flash of panty as she moved on the bench. The white triangle between her upper thighs stark though his eyes remained fixed on her face.

"What, so I would just say what I thought about your outfits? What would you wear anyway?" Gordon questioned, more than willing to accommodate his daughter's wish but attempting to disguise his enthusiasm.

"Well," Teagan paused, her face turning from him as if hesitant to reveal her plan. "I did just receive a haul of swimwear from a designer," she turned back to face him. Did his eyes drift up from her legs, she wondered?

"Swimwear?" Gordon repeated, feeling himself blush. "Oh, I don't know Pumpkin." Don't blow this, Gordon screamed internally, still rebuking himself for nearly getting caught looking up her skirt as she'd turned away for a second.

Teagan slid off her perch and approached her father around the island bench, Gordon swiveling on the stool as she neared.

"Please Daddy," she played up her innocence, batting her eyelids as she raised her hands up to wrap his neck. Gordon responded to her intimacy by placing his own hands upon her hips, her pelvis only inches from his groin. "For me. I really want this," she added.

He felt himself stir at her words. His cock moving of its own volition in his pants. 'Really want,' what? He wondered. For him to be in her video, or for their bodies to touch? Ridiculous, he forced his fantasy out of his mind.

"Alright," Gordon smiled. "For you," he added as her face lit up. "But I don't want to look like an old fool! I want to see the video before you post it."

Teagan swiftly moved in and kissed his cheek. "Oh Daddy, you're not old!" She confided, spinning as she broke their connection. "This is going to be great," she added. Gordon noticing her skirt flying up in the process revealing the bare cheeks of her bottom, the flash of the bulge of her pussy sitting snugly in the white thong between her upper thighs. He also noticed she didn't correct the 'fool' component of his statement.

*

She orchestrated everything. Where he sat, even what he wore, choosing his business attire sans jacket, deciding after a test in camera to remove his tie for him. Teagan already wearing one of the suits she was to model, the closeness as she undid his tie unsettling for Gordon who on the exterior maintained a facade of stability, almost aloofness, yet inside was a cauldron of nervous expectant energy.

"Much better," she confirmed tossing the tie upon the sofa alongside his jacket behind him, giving the impression of hurried undressing in the frame. Teagan leaning over her laptop to examine the shot, capturing her father glance at her ass, obviously unaware she was observing. The 'lifeguard' style swimsuit hugged her body perfectly she knew, had even admired her own reflection when she'd tried it on previous for size. But it wasn't what she desired him to see her wearing. That would come later.

It was that enticing lump of pussy between her legs that got him every time. He hadn't planned on ogling her but as she leaned forward to look at her computer, he couldn't help sneaking a peek at her rear. Her body was perfect, of that he was sure. She took after her mother at the same age, in manner and appearance. Possibly smaller breasts he'd noticed, but the same ass that had so attracted him to Celia in the first place. She turned and there was an almost smirk upon her face, Gordon unsure as to why but quickly putting it out of his mind when she informed him, they were recording.

"Just be yourself Dad," she smiled as she took up position beside him.

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"Now today we'll be doing something different and I've brought along my dad to help out," Teagan paused as she placed a hand on her father's shoulder, Gordon looking from the camera up into the face of his daughter. "Actually, no let's start again Dad," Teagan decided. "It doesn't feel right."

Gordon once more let his eyes drift to her bottom as she attended her laptop, feeling his dick twitch in response to the visual stimulus. 'Jesus, don't you get hard!' He commanded his cock, forcing his gaze away from the temptation.

"Ok, let's try this again," Teagan made her way back to him only this time approaching him head on. "If you don't mind Dad, can we try this?"

Without waiting for him to either accept or decline, Teagan lowered her ass down onto her father to sit upon one thigh of his parted legs, an arm circling his shoulders. On impulse, Gordon lifted a hand to press to her hip, touching equal parts flesh and the silky swimsuit to balance her before taking it away as quickly.

"No, it's alright," she declared, lifting his hand back to where it had landed, pressing it firmly against her body. "It's more natural like this," she assured him before once more addressing the camera and delivering her opening spiel a second time. Under his eyeline, Gordon took in the expanse of bare skin on her torso, the suit delivering a large dose of his daughter's side-boob barely inches from his lips. Her bare legs between his own, her barely covered ass and most importantly, what he knew to be her pussy pressing hard into his thigh. Much to his shame, his horror. His cock began to swell.

The preamble over, Teagan reluctantly withdrew her body from her father's lap and turned beside him to parade the current swimsuit. Gordon now given license to look directly at her, relished the opportunity, not feeling the need to disguise where his gaze settled. Staring directly at her pussy he commented on the high cut of the onepiece. Confirming that as a father, he thought she was showing too much skin. Teagan laughing and insinuating he hadn't seen anything yet to which Gordon silently groaned.

"So pretty much you give this a thumbs up Dad?" Teagan asked after her father had exhausted his opinion. "So, out of ten. What would you give it?"

Gordon freely provided the highest score. He found it hard to imagine giving her anything less no matter what she wore.

"Ok so that's a 'yes' from Dad. For me, I don't know. It's super cute, I love the sides here." Gordon watched as she turned side on to the camera and revealed the side-boob he himself had appreciated. "I don't know, the color, this red, it just doesn't do it for me. So, it's a 'no' from me. But only because of the color, so let's get changed and check it out in the white."

Teagan went to the laptop and paused the recording before looking back at her father. "That was great Dad," she revealed. "You're better than Mom, seriously."

It was the moment Gordon had been agonizing about, the change of outfit. Knowing full well she would undress for her Patreon subscribers, he wondered if she was about to disrobe in his presence? Unsure of his reaction if it occurred. Much to his relief, (though he had to admit, minor disappointment) Teagan took a white swimsuit from an adjacent couch and after placing a hand upon his shoulder as if in some sign of acknowledgment, hopped off into the guest room beside the lounge.

His mouth was dry and he wished he had a scotch at hand. He imagined her naked in the room next to him and it had his dick stirring. "Don't you dare," he whispered down at his groin, a bulge clearly forming as Teagan rejoined him in their now de-facto recording studio.

She looked stunning. Was it a smaller size, he wondered as she sidled past him and went once more to the laptop to start the camera recording? Her buttocks bulged out from the tight white material cutting across her flesh, the racer-back style of the one piece revealing nearly all of her spine. And then she turned. The material so thin and taut the shade of her pink nipples was clearly visible, a pronounced cameltoe sitting below her mons pubis. There was nothing he could do to prevent his cock hardening. His only wish, she, nor the camera picked up on it.

"I know I should wait for Dad's verdict," Teagan addressed the camera. "But I have to say, I love this."

She turned for her audience, Gordon admiring the swimsuit as well, more so the wearer. No, he was wrong. She didn't take after her mother; she was an individual beauty in her own right; she was a goddess. Her eyes descended upon him and he swallowed nervously.

"No, I agree, it's nice," he concurred. "I only wonder being white, it could be transparent when it gets wet," he ad-libbed, immediately blushing as he thought of the connotation. "Also, it is very small," he added.

"Oh, you're right Dad, this is the smaller size than the red. I'll put in the description all the sizes for you guys and the links on where you can get them," she addressed the camera before looking back at Gordon. "So, thumbs up or down Dad?"

"Oh, definitely a thumbs up," he conceded, wondering what Celia would think of him appearing in the video. Rating her daughter's swimsuits? Couldn't she have started off with 'Dad rates my raincoats,' anything less provocative?

"Cool, so that's two thumbs up on the one piece, we'll be right back with the bikinis," Teagan stopped filming.

"I might just get a drink Honey," Gordon rose from the couch as Teagan turned back from the computer. Did her eyes stray to his crotch as he angled his body away from her to leave the room he wondered?

"Oh, sure Daddy," she agreed. "Take your time, I just have to go and change again, I'll wait."

In the spare room, Teagan slid out of the white swimsuit, noting the dampness on the gusset. "Oh God," she sighed. Did he see? She asked herself. Grinning wickedly into the mirror when she hoped he had. Three more swimsuits to reveal. Purposefully ordering them to leave the most revealing for last. She picked up the bikini bottoms and stepped into them, pulling them up above her knees before she noticed her slick inner thighs, an actual trickle of dew running down her leg from her pussy. "This is sooo wrong," she smiled as she pulled the bikini up over her sodden vagina.

Gordon downed the glass in one go and re-filled, taking the scotch with him back to the living room without delay. His erection had thankfully subsided but as he lay eyes upon his daughter squatting before her laptop, reviewing all she'd filmed; he knew that wouldn't be the case for long. The bikini was a pale blue, the position she was in, allowing the rear to ride up between the cheeks of her bottom, rising and pulling it out with a finger of each hand as she became aware of his presence.

Her breasts small, they still filled the cups of the top well, her nipples standing rigid in the triangles of blue nylon.

"Ooh scotch, can I have a sip?" Teagan remarked as she approached her father, Gordon happily handing the glass over and watching her lips caress the rim. A trace of her lipstick remained as she passed it back, their fingers touching. Gordon's cock swelled.

The same process. Teagan modeling the swimwear, highlighting how the bottoms could be cinched between her cheeks to provide a different look, even asking her father which he preferred, in or out? Gordon declaring the conservative look, however desiring the latter.

She changed yet again. Admitting there were only two remaining to put him out of his misery. She couldn't be more wrong, he thought. Gladly he would've stayed there and watched. Nothing in the world could've captivated his attention more than this. His calling was to watch his daughter model for him, to turn her body and have him look at her. To rate her appearance. To worship her. He swallowed the last of his glass, his lips upon the lipstick stain to feel all the more close to her as she re-entered the living room. He wasn't prepared.

If this was clothing, he'd never seen a woman wearing less. Her nipples were barely covered by the material, two small pink triangles over the lighter shade of her areola creeping around the bikini's top. The bottom, a thong, cupped her pubic mound, her labia sitting snugly inside their housing yet seemingly capable of slipping from the restraint with the slightest of movement.

"Jesus Teagan," Gordon couldn't help but voice. Some semblance of the parent remained inside him and he felt he had to raise his doubts as to the appropriateness of the outfit.

"What Dad!?" Teagan seemed taken aback, yet aware herself of the controversy of her appearance.

"Are you serious?" Gordon questioned. "Did you look at yourself?"

She gazed down at her body, barely covered by attire and had to admit even she wouldn't dare wear it on the beach or at a pool. In private, alone with her father however. Now that was a different story.

"Well yeah, it's a bit revealing, but it's for my channel," she conceded. "Don't worry, I won't wear it out!" she smiled and it seemed to temper her father's reaction. She walked past him to the laptop and began filming, catching her father's eyes lazily drift up from her bottom when she turned back, delighted at the fact. How will he react to the next one? She wickedly wondered. "You should've saved that reaction for when we were filming Dad," she giggled as she once more took up position before him and began addressing the camera.

It was totally wrong, Gordon knew that. His cock so hard in his pants, barely hidden from view from his daughter and the camera by his crossed legs, or so he thought. Had she noticed? Did he want her to notice? Her exposed bottom only inches from his face, he imagined her once more sitting in his lap, grinding her ass upon his cock. The cock that was erect for her. Was it her he could smell? Over the scent of perfume, his scotch. The muskiness of a woman. An aroused woman. Surely not! As she looked at the camera, he, with impunity, glanced between the cheeks of her ass, her upper most thighs glistening with a moisture that took his breath away. He bumbled his way through the rest of the review, giving his fatherly opinion. Not happy with the exposure, the amount of skin on display, ultimately declaring that she did look beautiful, proud of her empowerment. In reality, enraptured by her appearance, deciding she wore too much. That he wanted to see her naked, to see her naked and spread for him. To be inside her.