This story starts out very slowly and tries to allow the readers to place themselves into the story - to let them experience for themselves the fear, anxiety, love, wonder and joy of the characters. If you're in a hurry to get off, this may not be the story for you.
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My head is still spinning from how quickly the relationship between my 21 year old daughter and myself has changed. Just one short month ago, we hardly knew one another - now, she's the closest friend I've ever had - and so much more.
I've always loved my daughter, but we've been through a lot in our relationship. Her mother and I divorced when my daughter was less than a year old, and re-married almost immediately. As the years went by, my daughter and I had less and less contact, and so, grew farther and farther apart. During her rebellious teenage phase, I wanted to be a good father, but always failed to meet expectations - both hers and mine. When she got pregnant at 17, and then married the father of her child - a man almost twice her age - I felt like I had lost her forever.
One of the ways she rebelled was by texting sexy pictures of herself to people she met online. In many of the pictures, she was naked and posing at the request of older men, some of them even my age. Since I was paying for her cell phone, it was only a matter of time until I eventually stumbled onto the pictures she'd been sending. When I first saw my beautiful daughter with the cock of a man my age in her mouth, cum dripping from her chin, I was shocked, but also incredibly excited.
I told my daughter that I'd seen the pictures she'd been sending, and wanted to tell her how hard they made me, but was too afraid of her reaction to admit that to her. Instead, I told her that if she wanted the pictures, I had them on my computer and I could give them back to her any time she wanted them, making it obvious if she thought about it that I could look at them any time I wanted to. She told me she didn't need them, and I could delete them or "whatever." Of course, since I was looking at them almost every day and fantasizing about her constantly, deleting them was the last thing I wanted to do.
The marriage between her and her husband only lasted a couple of years, and it was hard to see her going through such a rough time. My heart was saddened, knowing first hand the pain of a marriage that doesn't work out. I tried to give her all of the emotional support I could, but I really couldn't do much to console her. Once she split up with her husband, I did my best to spend more time with her, but always had to hold myself in check so that I wouldn't get caught staring at her boobs or checking out her sexy ass. I found that being near her always got me horny and my fantasies ran wild any time she would hug me and I could feel her hot body against me. It became more and more difficult to hide how turned on I got by being around her.
At my daughter's suggestion, I'll describe her. She is short, only about 5 feet tall and I would guess weighs around 140 pounds. She has reddish-brown hair (which, of course, IS subject to change without notice) and the CUTEST freckles on her cheeks and nose. She's a full figured woman, with sexy curves in all the right places. Her breasts are large (larger than her mother's) and full. I'd estimate that she's probably about a 38D and they really look great when she's sitting around the house with nothing on but a tank top and boxers (which she does often - YUM!) Her butt is her best feature in my opinion (she'd disagree - she thinks her boobs are.) It's a beautiful heart-shaped ass and it drives me wild to see her bent over. For years now, I'd get a boner every time I'd see her bend over and then have to figure out how to hide it before someone else noticed. She has no trouble getting the attention of any male (and often female) who happens to be in the same room.
Recently, after a particularly low point in my own life, we spent quite a bit of time together - talking about our lives, love, and relationships. As a result, we found that we were a lot more alike than either of us realized, and that we really had a lot in common. The following week, we had the opportunity to take a ten hour car trip together so she could come visit for Thanksgiving.
On the trip, we talked more about love and relationships, and we asked each other quite a few candid questions. Eventually, the topic of the pictures came up, and the next thing I knew, we were telling each other intimate details about ourselves.
I learned that she was bi-sexual, and I admitted to her that I was too. She told me that she liked to role play, and I told her about some of my many escapades at porno theaters. She told me about the time she went to an adult bookstore with a male friend of hers to meet up with a trans-sexual, and I told her about the threesomes I had been in. The longer we talked, the more comfortable we became with each other, and the more obvious it was that we were both very similar in our sexual likes and dislikes. I told her that I liked to go to the nude beach, and she told me that she didn't think it was right that people should ever be required to wear clothes. With that remark, I said to her that there were a lot of people who would freak out if everyone just "whipped it out" whenever and wherever they felt like it.
She seemed to think about that for a moment, and then said, "Well, I wouldn't." I made a mental note of her remark, and the conversation continued.
With our new-found openness, I was drawn again, like a moth to a flame, to ask many of the questions that had been burning in my mind for years about the details surrounding the different pictures she had taken and sent. I wanted to know who else was in the pictures, who took them, who else had seen them, and who had asked for this or that pose. After I'd asked everything I could think to ask, I told her that if she wanted me to, I would delete all of them, but that I really liked to look at them, and that I would prefer to keep them. She said she liked that I looked at them and knowing that they made me happy made her feel good. I said, "Oh, yeah. Very happy. I must have cum hundreds of times looking at them. In fact, they're about all there is to my sex life for the last year or two."
She giggled and said, "I'm glad you've enjoyed them."
Wanting to leave her an easy way out in case our discussion was making her feel awkward or uncomfortable, I again offered her the choice of me deleting the files if she had any problem with the idea that her father was masturbating while looking at pictures of her. She smiled at me and said she didn't mind, then shared with me her belief that all people are sexual beings and that she didn't agree with society's taboo on incest.
"To me, we're all human beings. The lines between father and daughter, sister and brother, aren't really there for me. They're all just people," she explained.
We spent the next few days with family, but spent as much time as we could talking and joking with each other. In the space of a few short days, I fell completely in love with the beautiful, smart, sexy, exciting, young woman I saw in front of me - and she was my daughter!
Every night, we stayed up late so that we could spend time together after everyone else had gone to bed, and when we were alone the conversation always ended up back on sex. I gave her access to the porn and pictures of her, and of me that I had on my computer through the wireless network, and we sat together at the kitchen table and reviewed and discussed some of what I had. We traded internet addresses for each of our favorite porn sites. I made sure she knew more about my favorite site - Literotica, and she told me about a website where she had posted recent naked pictures of herself. I looked up the site as we sat there and told her how hard it was making me to see her beautiful body on the screen in front of me.
She has incredible tits - the kind I love to lick and suck on for hours at a time. She is very well endowed and has big, sexy nipples that are perfect to rub a hard cock on. She had a couple pictures of them, several of her standing naked in front of a mirror including one of her gorgeous sexy ass, and one of her cunt, taken right after she had finished cumming, with her dildo laying next to her. My daughter gets very wet when she's excited, something I knew from the previous pictures of her that I'd seen. When she cums, she is the wettest I've ever seen, and she was glistening and the surface she was laying on in the picture had a large and very noticeable area that was completely soaked. I also made sure I read the details of her profile describing what she was interested in sexually.
Seeing all of this in front of me, with her beside me, looking at them with me, had my mind racing. I couldn't waste this opportunity. I knew I'd forever regret it if I let this chance slip through my fingers. I asked her if she had any more pictures like that, and she told me that she had a few videos that she'd recently sent to a friend still in her email that she could give me. She sent me three more short clips of her playing with her dripping wet cunt, and I sat there with my daughter next to me as we watched and I drooled over her sex videos.
I wanted her to see me too, so I showed her what I thought were the hottest and naughtiest of the ones I had of myself. I showed her pictures of me masturbating and cumming, pictures of me getting fucked in the ass by another guy during one of the threesomes I had been in, one of me with a hard cock in my mouth, ones of me and my last girlfriend, anything I could find that I thought might make her horny.
We each commented on how hot we thought the other's pictures were. I told her that I wanted to take some current pictures of myself so that I could post them online too, but that since the only camera I could use was an iPad 2, that they would be crappy. She offered to let me use her phone, but I said that I really needed help with the camera angles, and asked if she would be willing to take them for me, holding my breath, hoping and praying that she would say yes.
She sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. I was suddenly terrified that I had gone too far, too fast. Finally, I said, "You can tell me no anytime you want to. That goes for anything, ever. You never need to worry about hurting my feelings. I love you, and more than anything else, I want you to be happy."
She gave me a timid smile, visibly relaxed, and said in a soft sweet voice, "I love you too, Daddy... and I want you to be happy too."
