Eric was watching the late news when Rena rushed in the house, looking a bit flushed as she headed for her room. He checked his watch and noted she was only a few minutes late, making any comment about that unnecessary.
"Goodnight, Daddy," she called out going into the bathroom first and Eric only vaguely noted when she went to her room.
Turning off the TV when the news finished, he went to the bathroom himself, not only because he needed to relieve himself but to see if his just turned eighteen year old daughter left her panties in the hamper. Sure enough, under a crumpled blouse, the white lacy panties lay in a scrunched up pile. His cock twitched in anticipation before he reached down and slowly raised them up with two fingers.
The fabric was still warm to the touch.
His cock stiffened against his briefs as he brought the moist panties up to his face, spreading the waistband with both hands so he could inhale her scent wafting up from the slightly stained crotch gusset.
He first felt the sticky touch on the tip of his nose. Pulling back slightly, he examined the crotch of the panties closely.
There was no doubt.
In addition to the faint stains from use he expected and craved, there was a sheen of creamy mucous in the crease where the panties rode up into his daughter's pussy slit. His tongue flicked out and the briefest taste of the slime confirmed his initial thought.
The taste was nearly the same as his own cum.
She fucked a guy tonight, probably Mark her current boyfriend, then put the panties on to come home. The teenage boy's semen leaked out of his daughter's pussy and now he found it.
Eric eagerly licked and sucked the crotch of those panties standing at the sink stroking his throbbing dick. He half hoped Rena would walk in and see what she had done to harden his cock and unlock the strings of his cum that first splashed on the mirror before swirling off his fingers into the bowl.
With his orgasm finished, he wiped up his own sperm with his daughter's panties and placed them back in the hamper under the blouse. He smiled to himself wondering if she would notice the excess cum coating the fabric when she did the laundry.
After his orgasmic trembling stopped and his ragged breathing quieted, he soundlessly padded down the hall toward his own bedroom, stopping outside Rena's door for a moment.
In the stillness of the house, he could hear the almost inaudible squeaking of her bed, as well as soft groans that ended suddenly with a muffled yelp. His cock hardened again as he stood there, listening to his daughter very likely masturbating on the other side of the closed door. He so wanted to open that door, to watch his little girl finger her young pussy, to see her body tense and quiver as her climax peaked and then to lower his own mouth to her wet slit, to lick her until she would once again climax...for him.
He jerked off again in the hall outside her room before going to sleep.
Rena heard her father turn off the TV and shuffle into the bathroom, waiting somewhat longer than usual for the sounds of him flushing the toilet. She lay on her bed naked with the sheet pushed off to one side, lazily fingering the remnants of sticky sperm seeping from her puffy bruised pussy, trying to picture her father standing with his dick in his hand.
Her thoughts drifted back to earlier in the evening. It always seemed to be the same. Mark would get her incredibly aroused, kissing her, groping her breasts, touching her through her panties before sliding his hand under the waistband and slipping his fingers between the swollen lips of her slit.
But then Mark always got so aroused himself. He just rammed his throbbing cock into her, his cum filling her quickly but thoughtlessly, leaving her unsatisfied. To make matters even worse, he had been rougher than usual, bruising her puffy mound in his haste to drive his dick deep inside her cunt.
So, as she did every time since Mark first took her virginity a few months before, she lay in her bed, fingering herself to a self induced orgasm with his sperm coating her fingertips. The warm, familiar tingle began to spread from between her legs, down her thighs and up her belly when she heard the floor creak outside her door.
There was a spot in the hallway she long ago learned to step over or around when sneaking in or out of her room. The sound announced her father was right outside her door and her legs were already quivering. She was much to close to cumming to stop and the thought that he might hear her intensified the thrill. With the first low moan, she pulled a pillow over her face, stifling the sounds of her most intense climax in quite some time.
The floor squeaked again followed by an audible gasp.
"
Oh my god,
"
Rena thought to herself with a finger still buried inside her pussy,
"
he was standing there the whole time and must have heard me.
"
The next morning, Eric sat at the kitchen table idly flipping through the news on his tablet and sipping coffee, trying to ignore the list of things he needed to get done around the house that Saturday, the usual, never ending, repetitive list of chores he put together most weekends. He looked up when he heard Rena come into the kitchen, carrying an overflowing laundry basket.
"Morning, Daddy," she smiled as she walked through the kitchen and into the attached laundry room. "Have anything else that needs washed?"
When she bent over to take the dirty clothes from the basket, Eric could feel his dick stiffening in his shorts. She was wearing her old field hockey jersey, which hung down loosely over her shoulders to her hips. When she leaned forward, the shirt rode up. Eric expected she wore some shorts under the jersey. Instead he saw the thin fabric of white cotton panties drawing up between her ass cheeks and pussy slit.
"Yeah...there's a...few things in my...bedroom. I'll...go get them...after I finish...this coffee." he stammered, his dick now straining against his shorts.
"No bother, I'll get them when I change your sheets," she said gaily, coming up and throwing her arms around his neck from behind.
He immediately realized she wasn't wearing a bra either, her spongy tits pressing against his shoulder blades with the hug before she went around to sit on the other side of the table. When she reached for some sugar for her own coffee, he had the briefest glimpse of a light brown nipple capping one of her soft round tits.
"Have fun last night?" he asked hoping some light conversation would give his dick a chance to deflate before he had to stand up.
"Oh, it was OK," she responded with a lot less enthusiasm than he expected.
"Everything alright, honey?"
