These old feelings I have guarded for years have returned again. I find myself thinking of my daughter in a sexual way. I know I am a better man than to think of her this way. She is so beautiful and so sexy. I guess I will always wish we could have a sexual relationship. At the same time I want to be a respected father for her life.
In all these years, the closest I came to crossing the line as a father was years ago. When she was eighteen, we were watching a movie at home. She had on a night shirt, bra, and panties. On many occasions, she would lay across my lap. As the movie became interesting, I started lightly rubbing the palm of her hand and along her arm. At one point she moved her hand to her crotch and I continued to lightly rub her arm and down to the back of her hand that was over her crotch. When she moved her hand back to her side, I started to lightly rub her cheek. At the same time I was rubbing her cheek, the back of my hand was rubbing her breast. This lasted a few strokes and she smiled and turned away from my hand. The whole time I was rubbing her face I had a ragging hard-on. I am sure the smile she gave me was as much for rubbing her breast as my dick sticking her in her side.