There comes a time in every man's life when he must accept the fact that his daughter is becoming a woman.
For me, that time arrived this past summer, while we were on vacation at a Maryland resort town. My wife decided to spend the day throwing money away in an air-conditioned mall, my son had found some friends with ATVs and was off churning sand somewhere, leaving Debbie and myself to spend the day at the beach.
I had already spent an hour swimming in the warm, blue ocean waters, so I set myself up on a folding chaise lounge ostensibly to read, but in reality my eyes were roving over all that wonderful, exposed, bikini-clad female flesh. My own sex life had been pretty dry lately, and I was feeling more pressure in my balls than usual when my eye lit on one particular girl bobbing in the water, swimming along the shoreline with smooth, clean strokes, her yellow-covered breasts popping from the surf in a slow, seductive rhythm as she moved through the water.
My cock tightened in my swim trunks. If I had been alone on the beach, I would have taken care of my thoughts right there. I straightened it out, which made it a little less painful, but my wet trunks outlined my excitement in a visible and somewhat embarrassing fashion.
After fifteen minutes, she began to make her way toward shore, and the closer that tanned female form in the bright yellow bikini went with a face I knew, and great shame washed over me as I realized I was lusting after my daughter Debbie, age 19.
I could not take my eyes off her. Her legs, long and tapered and elegant as candles, her breasts, firm, large and round, emerging from the water with a dolphin's grace before plunging back under. My girl was no undernourished twig of a supermodel; she had the full, round figure of a true woman, and all sorts of thoughts collided in my mind, shame, tamped down by overwhelming feelings of lust and desire.
I had not known it was possible to feel like this toward someone so closely related to me. I did see my sister topless when we were teens, and that occupied my thoughts for a long time, but act on it? And here I was, a dirty old man of 42, drooling over the gorgeous creature my darling little girl had suddenly become.
My imagination ran wild for a moment as I had fantasies of chasing her into the waves, stripping the flimsy garments away, and just impaling her on my rigid cock in the roiling water, everyone around completely unaware.
"Dad?"
Startled, I looked into my beautiful daughter's highly concerned face -- wide brown eyes, her mother's chestnut hair, those magnificent breasts, as promising and delicious-looking as just-ripened cantaloupes. However, those lovely amber eyes looked uncertainly at my now pulsating erection.
I could read the question in her eyes: "Did I do that to you, Daddy?"
"Yes," I said without thinking.
Debbie turned away, dried off quickly, and donned a billowing white T-shirt, which only served to tantalize me more.
"I'm going back to the cabin," she said.
"I'll see you there later," I said. "I think I'll take another quick dip before I join you."
With a playful smile she said, "I don't think the water's cold enough, Dad."
With that, I waded back into the water to a safe distance, and took my cock out in the ocean water. There I floated in the ocean surf and, slowly, savoring the fantasy, pondered fucking my daughter until she howled with joyful orgasm.
Things between us went back to normal for several months, but then Debbie's senior year at high school began, and a clique of mean girls found her.
By now it was October, and midterm exams were coming up. The first few produced disappointing grades, which was completely unlike Debbie. I decided to ask if something was wrong.
I heard sobbing behind the closed bedroom door.
"Debbie?" I asked after three gentle knocks. "It's Dad."
"Go away!"
I stepped back, but the sobs continued, so I went into her room, closing the door behind me.
