The sound of the front door closing woke me the next morning. I lay there as the inevitable hangover began to register, the throbbing head, the gritty eyes and the nausea. Then the memory of what had happened came crashing back with a wave of guilt like a tsunami. How could I have let that happen to Elaine? But worse, so much worse, how could I have done what I had done?
I tried to keep calm and think it through – Terry and Roger were never coming back and would never let on about what they had done for fear of prosecution, so safe there. Elaine had not woken up throughout it all, I was certain of that. She was even less used to alcohol than me so was sure to have been deeply asleep. Besides, if she had been aware she would have stopped it in no uncertain terms. I was aware of the whole thing of course, including my shameful complicity, but I knew I would never speak of it again. That just left the spyware programme to remove and then everything could be forgotten about.
I stood up slowly and waited for my dizziness to fade. I cursed Elaine's teenaged constitution and how she had avoided a hangover. I remembered she had arranged to meet Lucy this Saturday to start their revision planning for their proper exams so I would be alone virtually all day. I pulled on some clothes and shuffled my way to Elaine's room. In the day light it was difficult to imagine the sordid scene from last night had occurred. Her bed was neatly made and her discarded clothes were gone from the floor. I had a moment of fear when I remembered what I had done with her knickers and how they were now downstairs in the washing machine. I thought for a moment and then decided I would dry them and put them under her bed, that way it was possible she had just overlooked them this morning.
Satisfied I was safe I sat down at her PC and turned it on. I logged on and ran the virus checker but it didn't find anything so I got one of my work USB sticks and ran an anti-spam and anti-spyware programme I had on it, still nothing. I went online and searched but kept getting directed to dodgy looking sites. My head was really thumping but I stuck at it and eventually found a site which looked respectable. I followed the instructions and downloaded their programme. After a few minutes running it found something suspicious – I searched for the name it came up with and it was a programme designed to allow someone access to the PC remotely and secretly – I had found it. I used the new programme to delete the one Roger had infected the PC with and sat back with a sigh. It took just another thirty minutes to dry Elaine's knickers and hide them under her bed and that was the end of it.
I had a long shower and then flopped back down into bed to sleep off the hangover. But sleep wouldn't come. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Elaine as she had been last night, her perfect teenage breasts exposed. My cock was hard again and, despite the shame I couldn't ignore it. I found my hand wrapping itself around my excited member. But what really gave me a thrill of excitement was remembering Terry and Roger standing over her, each with a hand gently mauling her breasts. I came hard with an orgasm like a delicious electric shock coursing through me.
I must have slept for a couple of hours then but woke when I heard the front door open.
"Dad?" I heard Elaine say loudly.
"Up here, E." I replied. "I'm still in bed."
I heard her laugh a little and then begin to climb the stairs. I sat up in bed waiting for her to open the bedroom door but then I noticed I had another raging hard-on! Despite the duvet, and my own modest size, it was very obvious. I pushed it frantically down and tried to catch it between my legs but it kept popping up. Starting to panic I just pushed my hand over it as nonchalantly as I could just as the door swung open.
"Still in bed!" She said with mock disapproval.
"I know, I am not much of a drinker anymore." I said.
"Well once in a while doesn't hurt." She said kindly. "How are you feeling now?"
"Fine....good." I said. As, to my horror, she came closer and then sat on the side of the bed exactly next to my crotch.
"Lucy and I finished our exam prep today. We've made a timetable, want to see it?" She asked.
"Sure." I said shakily.
She rummaged in her bag for a second and then passed me a beautifully coloured and laminated page. I virtually snatched it out of her hand relieved to have something to cover my obvious erection. I pushed it onto my lap but there was still a bit of a bulge.
"See how we've organised it by subject, each with a colour." She said.
To my horror she put her hand on the page and used her finger to point at one of the subjects. I jumped as I felt her hand pass over my excited penis. Even through the page and the duvet I could clearly feel the pressure of her hand.
"Yes." I said in a tight voice. "Very nice dear." But she wasn't really listening.
"Here is the key to the different colours." She moved her hand again and I bit my lip to supress the delicious feeling.
"And the revision hours are arranged by date and time." She moved her pointing finger across the slightly bulging page and I felt her finger press against my cock. This time I gasped and she looked up.
"It's not that good, Dad!" She said mockingly, still not moving her hand.
"Oh, I think it's brilliant, E." I said with all the concentration I could muster. She smiled at me.
"Well I better make a start." She said as she stood up, grabbing the page as she went. Without the page I felt my cock spring up and for a brief second I think I saw her eyes widen. In a panic I rolled over as fast as could.
"And I need to get in the shower and then put some dinner on." I said with a calmer voice than I expected.
Elaine stood for a second with a vague look of confusion on her face before she smiled and left the room.
I took a deep breath and then ran into the on suite bathroom and locked the door. I stared at myself in the mirror. My cock, still rigid with excitement, was bulging through my pyjama bottoms. What was the matter with me, why was I so turned on by something which should have revolted me?
I got in the shower and turned it to cold but even then my hard on remained. I closed my eyes and tried to call up an erotic memory of Sarah - but none would come. I tried to imagine her naked but every time I did Elaine's face would appear. Eventually I gave up and, clasping my hard cock, I let the previous night's memories play out again. Within seconds I had another amazing orgasm.
I spent the next few hours keeping myself busy whilst trying my best not to think about the previous night. I cooked us both dinner and then around 9pm Elaine went up to her room to answer some emails and then go to bed. I stayed up watching the football, not that I was interested but I needed something to occupy my mind. It didn't work though and by 10:30pm my hard on had returned. I headed up to my room and noticed Elaine's light was still on.
"Good night, E. Don't stay up too late." I called to her through her door.
"I won't, I'm almost finished. Night Dad." She replied.
Once in my room I sat down at my own PC and was quickly on my favourite site clicking through the dirty imagines. This wasn't something to be proud of, I thought, but at least it was kind of acceptable. After a while I clicked onto the forums to see if there had been any update from Cruel43, there had been!
He had posted more pictures of the original lady, obviously from her webcam, showing her undressing and then looking at her naked body in a mirror. I had my cock out and was masturbating yet again.
Then a little box appeared saying I had a message. You had to create an account to view the forum but I had never received a message before. Curious, I clicked on the link and an inbox type screen appeared showing just one message, it was from Cruel43! I opened the message.
Hi,
I've seen you lurking on the forums that I post to - you must be into the same thing I am. Want to see something really nice? Something I haven't put on the forum? Just reply and I will send you a link to a private chat session – I think you'll enjoy it!
Cruel43.
I could feel my heart begin to pound with excitement. What could he have that he wanted to share with me and not the forum? In fact why me at all? I felt a tinge of suspicion but I couldn't resist the thought of seeing something really naughty and so I clicked on the reply button.
Hi Cruel43 – I'm a big fan of your posts. I'd love to see what you have!
I sat back and wondered how long it would take him to reply but in what felt like two minutes I had another message. This one just contained a link. I clicked on it and another window opened containing a chat session.
"Hi." I typed.
"Hi." Came the reply. "Glad you could join me."
"How could I resist an invite from the best poster on the forum?"
"True. I do have a knack for getting good stuff."
"You do! Some of those pictures are amazing."
"Thank you, you are too kind. I have posted some pretty tasty pictures in the past but I think I may be about to outdo myself!"
"How? What have you got?"
"Well last night one of my secret little programs went active and sent me some really nice video."
