My wife died of a drug overdose when my daughter, Janice was only 2. I had done the single parent thing and had no life outside of parenting my sweet little girl. I felt like I owed her something for bringing her into the world with an addict.
And I was her world. We did everything together.
After graduating high school, she came into our real estate investment business full time and never looked back. She kept records, handled renting vacancies, went to court for evictions, looked for niche markets, and selected colors and designs for our rehabs. I had wanted to send her to college but she said that she already had the career that she wanted. She saw no sense to wasting away in college for the next several years instead of making money. She really took to real estate and never tired of talking about her latest real estate investment triumphs or ideas. And her triumphs were many.
By the time Janice was 18, we had become a known and respected force in the local real estate market. People came to either of us for advice. She passed her real estate license and I passed my contractor license, but we were interchangeable. Our daddy/daughter team was doing rentals, fix and flips, sales, and much more. Making money was great but I think we genuinely enjoyed working together and being seen as a team by our peers. I was proud of the business woman that my little girl had become. Putting together a good deal for ourselves or our clients was every bit as satisfying as the money it produced.
Shortly before Janice's 19th birthday, I did the unthinkable; I grabbed a pair of her soiled panties from the laundry basket and smelled them. The smell was amazing! Oh my god was it so heavenly. It had been a long time since my last adventure with a woman, so my mind and body were out of control almost immediately. My little daughter's pussy smelt so good. It smelled very, very good. I had forgotten how wonderful feminine musk could smell or how it drove me over the edge of fantasy land. Has anyone invented pussy air freshener yet? Then pussy flavored ice cream would have to come next.
I smelt her panties for a long time. Then I started masturbating while holding the crotch of her panties against my nose. The more I smelled them, the better they smelled. The more I stroked the better it felt. My swollen member was finally getting the attention that it needed. Stroking harder and faster, it felt so good. I should do this forever instead of work. Finally shooting load after load into the toilet, the orgasm seemed to go on forever and take me to some wonderful land far away. It felt good all over my body. My brain went numb and I just kept holding my throbbing member until the feeling subsided.
OMG!!!!! What have I done? After being a good parent all these years. But it was unthinkable to have done this nasty act. How could I ever face my daughter if she ever caught me? Even without being caught, how could I face my little girl? If I looked at her, and thought about what had happened in my bathroom, shame would overwhelm me. Or would I look at her different and think about the heavenly smell of her pussy. Would I fantasize about her sex?
Then, the very next week, there was an ad for a camera security system on television. I bought one. I set up most of the cameras outside. Then, I hid 0ne in Janice's room, under her dresser. I could monitor the cameras from my computer and back up 24 hours. But I was not immediately able to spy on my daughter. The camera needed to be moved and re-aimed. Then I felt guilty again and did not move the camera for several days. Meanwhile there were some sexy scenes while she got undressed and put her nightgown on. She would play with her tits. It seemed like she was playing with her pussy but the camera was aimed too high for me to see.
But wait! What is this? Matt Ford, one of our fix and flip customers is in her room. Matt would buy fixer-upper houses from Janice and hire me to rehab them. He did a flip every three or four months. Then Janice would list them for sale.
The camera was aimed wrong to see what they were doing until they stood back up. Now I had a clear view from their naked buts up. There was no sound so I could only guess what was going on until they started kissing. His giant cock, sticking up, looked like a baseball bat, ready to hit one out of the park. They started kissing passionately and I think Matt was rubbing his penis on her entrance. Then he started working his way down her body with kisses. But soon they were out of view.
The very next morning, Janice left on an errand and I found a better place for the camera. A better angle.
That evening, I was watching the video from Janice's room and masturbating to the scene of her masturbating on video. OMG! It was so hot! She was lying on her bed, eyes rolled back in her head, and fingering her clit as fast as she could. Woman juice was oozing down into her but crack and onto her bed sheets. My little girl was a woman. She used her other hand to play with her breasts. Her tits were small but shapely. They were really mouth watering tits. I felt guilty once again for thinking about my daughter in such a nasty way. I planned to take the camera out of her room the next day. Or perhaps the day after would work better. I swear.
Two weeks later, on her 19th birthday, I was still watching Janice's sexual adventures and getting my rocks off every night as I watched. Sometimes I would pleasure myself more than once. My cock was feeling so good that I had forgotten to feel guilty. I also forgot to lock my door.
