I arrived home early, not expecting anyone to be home. I planned to spend some time surfing the web, looking to find images that reminded me of my cute eighteen year old daughter, Jojo, in various states of undress. It was beginning to become an obsession with me. I had begun to have these thoughts about my daughter about six months ago, just after her eighteenth birthday. She had started to really develop and had begun to blossom as a woman, instead of being my little girl. Her slender frame had filled out in all the right places and she had a body to die for. About 5'7", long light auburn hair and a tanned complexion. Her legs were fantastically long and topped by a perfect peachy ass. Her breasts had grown to a 34 b and I could tell from her tight tee shirts that she had nice sized nipples.
Since she had turned eighteen, she had become more active in the dating game, something she had not really been into too much before due to her schooling. She had done really well at school and was getting ready to go off to university in the next few months. All summer long she had been going to parties and meeting her friends and generally enjoying her self.
I made myself a cup of coffee and looked at the mail. My wife would not be home until evening totally exhausted as usual because she worked for a large financial corporation.
I entered my study, which was my private space. The place I could dream and let the world pass me by. My wife never entered my domain. In fact she never entered anywhere much lately at all let alone allowing me to enter her. As she was always to busy with her corporate friends, was working late or the old cliché; she had a headache. I turned my computer on, sat in my large brown chair and waited.
The computer sprang into life. I clicked on the history button and found my favourite site. I entered my password and began to review the pretty girls staring back at me, some had small pretty breasts and some had breasts that reminded me of Jojo: large, firm and well rounded with nipples like brown silk.
I could feel my cock begin to push against my trousers, wanting to enter in to the spirit of things. Without hesitation I undid my fly and pulled my member out of my trousers. I began to rub up and down the shaft, making my cock harder all the time, while looking at the pictures on the screen.
The picture in my mind was of Jojo standing in front of me feeling herself, touching her titties, moving her hands up and down her body. Her hand moving down towards her tight little crack between her legs.
As I pictured this in my mind I began to pull harder on my cock, feeling the thickness of my shaft, wanting to pump my cum out into the open. My eyes were tight shut as my hand moved faster and faster, then like a fountain, I shot my load all over my hand. The thick cum dripping down my fingers warm and wet.
I was thinking about Jojo, wanking her own tight little pussy. Her juices trickling down her legs, seeing her writhe about, arching her back and cumming at the same moment I had.
As I opened my eyes I realised that I was in a mess. Cum was all over my hands and my trousers. I reached for some tissue to wipe myself clean but there wasn't enough. I stood up and pushed my still semi hard cock back into my pants and walked over to the door, I realised that I had left the computer switched on to the site of the young girls but thought no problem, as nobody was at home but me, but shut the door instinctively.
I headed for the bathroom, opened the door and walked in. In front of me was the overflowing laundry basket which my wife had neglected for the past several days. Lying on top of the dirty washing lay a small pair of white lace panties. I picked them up and looked at the gusset. Jojo had been on a date last night and there were several stains. I rubbed the panties with my finger and held them to my face. As I inhaled the sweet smell of her pussy, a sudden excitement grew in me. I had to find more of this. I trawled through the basket finding all the panties I could. I separated my wife's from Jojo's. Having discarded three of my wife's I was left with four pairs of Jojo's.
Each one in turn I inspected first then held to my face. I drank in the musky aroma and felt more intoxicated with each pair. I put all but one pair back in the basket; the first pair I found, the sweetest. I took out my now hard cock and wiped it clean with Jojo's panties. The feel of the lace against my skin was fantastic; I knew that this would become a regular occurrence from this point on.
