Steven stood just outside the bedroom door where his twenty-year-old daughter Molly was lying on her bed, legs spread, rubbing her bare pussy with her fingers.
She moaned loudly, as if she wanted to be heard, her eyes closed as she plunged two fingers into herself.
Steven licked his lips, watching raptly from where he couldn't be seen, slipping a hand into his jeans and fondling his rapidly swelling shaft.
"Oh, yes," Molly moaned, her thighs clenching as she touched herself.
"Fuck," Steven breathed, stroking himself now that he was rock hard. He'd watched her many times before, panting and sweating as he gripped his cock, stroking it in time with her movements, until he came.
Molly stopped what she was doing, rolling to the side and grabbing something from her nightstand before lying back down.
Steven groaned softly, seeing the large purple dildo she was sliding up and down her wet slit, teasing herself.
He stopped moving, waiting impatiently, until she finally slammed the fake cock inside her pussy, crying out loudly.
"Yes, Daddy!" Molly screamed, and Steven gasped. She was masturbating to thoughts of him? Certainly, he had heard her wrong. That couldn't be.
"Oh, Daddy, fuck me," Molly whined, pushing the dildo inside again and again.
Steven froze, shock and joy flooding him, his erection growing even more. He listened to her moan and thrash on the bed, fucking herself, murmuring about him, his cock, what she wanted him to do to her.
Steven had almost had enough, his climax coming soon, when suddenly Molly called out, "I know you're out there, Daddy."
"Oh, shit," Steven said out loud, letting go and pulling his hand from his pants.
"Come here," Molly said, crooking a finger even though she couldn't see him yet.
Steven obeyed, moving on autopilot into the room and closing the door behind himself. He swallowed hard, taking in her lithe, firm, young body, spread out on the bed. She had set aside the dildo and was rubbing herself with one finger, watching him with hungry green eyes.
"Molly, baby, what are you--"
She cut him off, sitting up and sliding to the edge of the bed. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy."
He started at her with wide eyes as she gripped his jeans and unbuttoned them. When he came to his senses, he placed his hands on top of hers, stilling them. "No, Molly, we can't do that."
"Please, Daddy," she whined, her full bottom lip poking out a little in a pout.
"No," Steven said, even though his body was screaming yes.
"Come on, Daddy," Molly said, changing tactics. She whipped her tank top over her head, revealing her bare breasts. She cupped them, stroking her nipples and moaning loudly. "Look at my titties, Daddy. Aren't they pretty?"
Steven groaned. "You're beautiful, baby girl."
"Then why don't you want me?" Molly asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"I... It's not that... Molly, I just..." Steven stuttered and stammered, watching her pinch and roll her little pink nipples between her fingers. His mouth watered.
"Why don't you taste them?" Molly asked, pressing her breasts together and leaning toward him, enticing him.
"No, Molly," Steven said, halfheartedly protesting.
"Please, Daddy," she whined. "I need you."
Steven groaned, his resolve crumbling. He couldn't fight it anymore. He dropped to his knees on the carpet and tugged Molly by the hips to the end of the bed. "Don't tell your mother."
Molly giggled, but it turned into a moan as he closed his lips around one nipple, laving it with his tongue.
