It was in early March, two days before my 27th birthday that my wife presented me with an early birthday present. A daughter who we named Charlene and later nicknamed Charlie. I don't know if it was the fact that we were both born under the same sign or what, but Charlie and I had a special bond between us from very early on.
All through her childhood she was "daddy's girl," and our bond grew stronger as the years passed and she grew to be a beautiful young lady. This was a fact that was not lost on me as I began to see and admire the woman she was becoming. The more I saw of her scantily dressed or in her tight swimsuit, the more I was aware of the seeds of desire for her being planted in my mind.
Charlie's dating was almost nonexistent mostly because of an early ugly date she had with a young would-be romeo who more or less tried to rape her. After that she pretty much hung out with her girlfriends, especially Tinah.
Now back to my story. There were several times I detected Charlie checking me out, especially when I was in my jockey shorts! Was it possible that she was having the same thoughts about me that I was having for her? Little did I know that the answer to my question would soon be played out!
On Charlie's 18th birthday and my 45th we celebrated our dual birthdays. As this was Charlie's 18th we allowed her a treat of having wine with us as we celebrated her coming of age.
When the party was over and all guests had left, Charlie came over and gave me a hug and kiss goodnight as she had done a thousand times before, only this time it was different. The hug was tighter and the kiss longer and more intense. It was enough to make my cock stiffen. One week later, Charlie and I were working on remodeling the basement when a chain of events was set in motion by a can of paint.
The first link in the chain of events started so unexpectedly. It was Saturday, and as usual, Charlie was helping me on the basement project by painting the trim above the paneling I was putting up. She was on the ladder, painting, and accidentally knocked the paint can off the ladder. I ran to catch it but ended up getting paint all over my shirt and pants.
Charlie came off the ladder and began to apologize as she grabbed a rag and started wiping the paint spots off of me. As she wiped the paint from my pants her hand ran across my crotch causing my cock to start jerk a little!
"Don't worry about it," I told her, "Just run up and get me a change of clothes while I finish cleaning up." I went to the laundry room sink and removed my soiled clothes. As I did that I thought about how Charlie's hand felt rubbing across my cock. I envisioned her small hand on my cock pumping it slowly and drawing the cum out of it. With this thought in my mind, I began to pump my now hard cock. Lost in time for the moment I felt the cum in my loins explode in spurts onto the floor. I looked up and suddenly I was aware of Charlie standing frozen and intently staring at my still somewhat rigid cock.
"Oh God! How long have you been standing there?"
"Only a little while," while she stammered.
"Baby come over here!"
She walked over to me extending out the clothes she had retrieved for me.
"Do you know what I was doing?"
Her face reddened slightly and she answered, "You were shaking your thing and making white stuff."
I asked, "Do you know why?"
"I guess it must make you feel good, and Dad," she added, "I've seen you do that before."
"When?," I asked her.
"Once when Mom was out with friends for the night. I got up to use the bathroom and your bedroom door was open and you were watching something on TV, and you were pumping your thing like you were just doing and made that white stuff. After I watched you I went back to bed."
"What did you think?" I asked.
"Well, I thought it must feel good for you to play with yourself."
I looked into her eyes and said, "It does feel good, and do you know what I think about when I do it?"
"What?," she asked.
"I think about you," I said.
Her eyes widened. "Why me, Dad?"
"I said you are becoming a beautiful woman and the sight of you excites me, Baby. Would you like to touch my cock?"
"I don't know, Dad, it would not be right, would it?"
"Honey as long as we keep it just between you and I, and promise never to tell anyone, especially your mother, it would be all right. You love and trust Dad don't you?"
"Oh! I sure do Dad."
"Good! Then give me your hand," and guided it to my cock which was now growing more erect.
She gave it a small squeeze. "Are you going to make it spurt again?," she asked.
"Not right now, Honey! I replied, "and that white stuff is called 'cum'. You know what that is don't you?"
"It's the stuff that makes babies isn't it?"
"Well yes, but you don't always have to make babies. Sometimes it is just a pleasurable sexual release."
"Dad," Charlie said, looking into my eyes. "Next time you do it, can I watch you up close?"
"If you promise to keep this 'Our Special Secret' you can watch me all the time."
"When will you do it again?," she asked.
"Next time we are alone," I promised, "but now run upstairs while I get dressed, your mother will soon be home."
Charlie and Dad's Oral Agreement Chapter 2 Charlie Watches Then Joins In
When I got upstairs Charlie was sitting and watching TV. Just then my wife Kelly came in the door with an arm full of groceries.
"There are more in the car," she hollered to me.
"Ok!, I'll get them," I replied.
As we were putting everything away, Kelly said, "You didn't forget that I have to go to Ally's Tupperware party tonight, did you?"