There I was, standing naked in her doorway, stroking my cock through my orgasm, and coaxing my cum to shoot onto the floor. Watching my daughter squirm with pleasure as her wet pussy enjoyed the last jolts of pleasure from her own waning orgasm.
I watched her eyes grow wide with surprise as the door swung open and she saw me standing in her doorway. Nude. With my hard, spurting cock in my hand. Unconsciously, she started to cover up her body as she realized that I had been listening to her masturbate and could now see her own half-naked, fresh, young body.
She looked at my cock, hard and throbbing. Cum was still dripping from the tip. I could see that she realized I was just as turned on by what had just occurred. Her gaze then moved up my body and locked onto my own eyes.
"Daddy?"
I was just as shocked as she was. When I left my bedroom to get a snack, I had no clue that I would be in this situation. I could see that she was waiting for me to respond, her body continuing to curl into itself to cover what had just been exposed to me.
"Uhhh. Hi, sweetheart," I said. It was an inadequate response. I knew it immediately and needed to do more to salvage the situation. Before I could process any more, I took several steps into her bedroom. She watched as I moved over to her bed, and she rolled her bent legs away from me to make room for me. I sat on the edge of her bed, my thigh coming to rest next to her hip.
Her face still showed the embarrassment and surprise she felt from the events that had just transpired. I was distracted by the warm, soft skin of her hip as it pressed against my leg. And I realized something else. The firmness of my daughter's bare ass was also grazing my thigh. But I couldn't focus on those sensations at that moment.
I looked at my daughter's beautiful face and, with surprisingly little effort, said what was in my heart. "Jennifer, honey, I'm sorry that I was spying on you. I had no intention of doing so. It just happened. But I'm glad it did. I heard what you said about wanting me to touch you and do things to your body, and I feel honored that you feel that way."
I hesitated for a second, not ready to verbalize the next thing I was about to admit. I assumed that my desires for my daughter would always stay locked in my head and heart, but I knew that I had to stay fully vulnerable with her in that moment to match Jen's own exposure. Her eyes searched my face; her own reflecting the anticipation of what I was going to say next.
I settled my nerves by taking a cleansing breath, and then pressed on. "In truth, sweetheart, I have been having the same thoughts and feelings toward you, but never imagined that anything would come of them."
Surprise quickly overtook her embarrassment as her brain started to register what I was saying. There was something else starting to show as well. Her eyebrows raised a little, her soft, full, pink lips parted to show her wet tongue, and her cheeks blushed red. Was that a bit of excitement starting to shine through? Maybe a touch of desire creeping back into her features? But she remained quiet.
Hesitant but encouraged, I continued. "Obviously, you saw how turned on and excited I got by listening to you and watching you please yourself. I couldn't help myself, Jen. The sounds and sights coming from your beautiful body melted my brain and solidified the desires that I have been dreaming of."
I watched for any sign that she was shutting down and withdrawing from the current event. Her slender body -- only about 110 pounds -- remained still and engaged in contact with my leg and hip. I looked at her chest as it rose and fell with her breathing and watched her t-shirt stretch and relax around the curves of her boobs. I saw her shirt still tenting at the peak of each breast and knew that Jen's small nipples were still hard. Outside of the awkwardness of the circumstances we were in, none of Jen's actions or micromovements gave any indication that she wanted to get out of the situation.
Her brown eyes held mine for another moment, and then they flicked down to my lap. They stayed fixed there for a few seconds. I thought I saw her tongue swipe across her lower lip. Then her eyes returned to my face. "Is, uh, that why your dick is still hard?" Jen asked, her cheeks going full red.
I didn't expect that to be the first thing she said, but I looked down to see what I already knew I would see -- my dick was still at full attention, and as hard as it was when I was watching my daughter play with her pussy and calling out for me. A small, wet trail of cum was still leaking from the tip and down toward my rigid, thick shaft. Apparently, my body didn't need a recovery period, and it certainly wanted more.
I looked back at her, seeing what looked like more desire smoldering in her sexy gaze. I reached my hand out and put it on her mid-thigh, sliding it toward her knee and back. Jen's soft, smooth skin sent sparks of desire into my fingertips. She didn't try to move her leg away but held steady. I watched her eyes close for a moment at my touch, and felt goosebumps form on her leg as I slid my hand along its length. When she opened her eyes again, I could see that desire was winning the battle of emotions broiling inside her.
I swallowed. "Yes. Yes, it is," I said. I watched her take a deeper breath in, her chest rising to fill her lungs. I could see that her nipples were even more pronounced, poking up against the thin material of her t-shirt. "I'm aroused by you," I continued. "I know I shouldn't be, but I can't help the way I feel."
I watched my daughter closely as I admitted these truths to her. She looked back at me with eyes that were more hooded than just a moment ago. I could see her embarrassment and fear receding, while anxiousness was still battling the growing desire evident across Jen's body. She glanced back at my stiff cock, throbbing against my own thigh.
"But why, Daddy?" she asked. "Why do you have sexual feelings for me?" She rolled back toward me as she asked her questions, lying flat on her back with her closed legs bent and her knees pointing to the ceiling. When she shifted her body, my hand moved from her thigh to the crevice created at the back of her bent knee, slowly stroking the backside of that same sexy, smooth leg.
I looked up at the ceiling, regathering my resolve. Then, my gaze returned to my daughter's face. "You've developed into a beautiful young woman, honey. You're so attractive and sexy. How could I not? I desire you as a man desires a woman. The fact that you're my daughter is the only reason I have kept my feelings to myself. Until now, that is."
