Mark was a single father living with his teenage daughter, Charley. He was in his early forties and stood a tall 6"2. He kept himself healthy by regularly attending the gym and playing squash with his friends. He could have passed off for early thirties if it wasn't for the grey flicks, in his thick brown hair. Mark also was a successful lawyer; raking in the cash.
His daughter, Charley, was very different, she just reached her 18th birthday and stood a mere 5"6; compared to her father. She had crisp, shoulder-length brown hair and seductive brown eyes. Her slim hourglass figure, perky breasts and tight ass would make any man fall to their knees. She knew her looks could manipulate any man, well, except her father. Charley blamed herself for her mother leaving when she was young. Although, she could get any man she wanted she was old-fashioned, like her father, and was waiting for the right guy to take her virginity.
It was a normal Guy's night at Mark's household. This involved watching sport and drinking beer. Mark was joined by his best friend, Bill; his co-worker Steve and James from the gym. They all sat, well slouched, on the couch; snacking on crisps and shouting at the players on the TV.
Unexpectedly, Charley burst into the room. She was wearing a white tank top with some tight hot pants and no bra, you could tell this from her erect nipples poking through the constricting material. Typical her dad thought. "Oh...hello." Charley said, she wasn't expecting her dad to have company. They all nodded in her direction; they didn't know how to greet the daughter of their friend.
She immediately went to the TV and reached for a DVD, on the stand, above it. As she stood on her toes to grasp the DVD, all of Mark's friends starred, and drooled, at her round, perfect ass; jiggling around. Mark immediately clipped each of them round the head, sick of men drooling over his daughter. "Got it!" She squealed.
"I will leave you to your guy's night." She said as she left the room.
"Wow Mark, your daughter has grown up." Bill exclaimed.
"Shut up Bill you're married." Mark replied.
"But I wouldn't mind tapping that!" Bill said. All of Mark's friends nodded in agreement.
"Enough that's my daughter!" Mark looked furious.
"So you never thought about banging her?" Steve asked.
"No...I'm her father. No more, let's just watch the football!" Mark shouted.
They continued watching the football, an awkward tension filled the air; not helped by the 0-0 draw in the match. As the game finished, Mark said goodbye to all his friends. "Alright Mark, my place for the next game."
"Alright Bill. See you then." Mark replied. He closed the door and pressed the back of his head against it and sighed. He knew he had to talk to his daughter.
"Hey Charley can I come in?" Mark asked, knocking on her door.
"Sure dad, come on in." He quickly entered the room to see her lying on the bed, in the same slutty outfit, reading through a trashy magazine.
"What's up dad?" Charley asked.
"Well...this is an awkward topic...but you need to wear more clothes!"
"What do you mean?"
"Look how do you think it makes me feel when you are walking around half naked!"
"It's my choice."
"I know...but the guys...they perve on you."
"Oh...I didn't realise that dad...sorry I will dress more appropriate when there are guests."
"Thanks sweetie when they are not here you can wear what you want. It's just the guys only think about one thing."
"Speaking about that subject we need to talk." Charley replied. Mark immediately slouched onto the bed, shocked that she was bringing up the sex talk.
"Dad I've been seeing this boy, Jacob, for a couple weeks now and we plan to well...do it!" Charley said.
"A couple of weeks?" the first words Mark mutters.
"I know it's not long but we're in love."
"That's crap! He's just using you, he just wants sex!" Mark replied.
"I knew you wouldn't understand. Get out! Get out!" Charley shouted. He quickly got out of her room; he couldn't deal with his daughter like this. She had her mother's stubbornness.
He sat on the couch, and reminisced through old pictures. He saw pictures of his daughter when she was a baby all the way up towards her teenage years. He looked at a baby picture, she was easier to look after back then, he thought and chuckled to himself.
He flicked through various pictures, when suddenly he noticed something odd. He pulled out the picture and looked at it closely. It was a topless picture of his daughter in just black, lace underwear. He immediately pushed the picture away stunned by what he saw. He looked at the back and there was some text on it, "Jacob a little treat to get you warmed up x." He immediately felt sick by what she had done, he couldn't believe it! He had to look again just to make sure it was her. He looked at it again, her perky breasts, slim body; he couldn't help himself as a bulge filled his pants. He quickly ran to the kitchen and stuck the picture in the drawer. Calming himself down, he told himself his erection was just a momentary lapse in concentration. Yes that was it, he told himself.
As Mark got up to make himself some coffee, he thought about the previous night; he felt guilty and sick getting an erection over his daughter. He needed to confront his daughter about the picture. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Dad...dad?" Charley called out from upstairs.
Mark immediately went to the bottom of the stairs, "Yes Charley?" he asked.
"Can you get me a towel...I'm in the shower." Mark felt vile; he could see her perfect, voluptuous breasts in his mind. He quickly snapped out of it.
He approached the door separating him from his naked daughter. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue but after what the guys said he felt uncomfortable. He slowly twisted the doorknob. Wait, he thought. "I will leave the towel outside." He shouted to Charley.
"No its fine dad, bring it in." Mark just stood for a couple of seconds analysing the situation. After about a minute, he went inside the bathroom. His daughter was still in the shower, well a glass cubicle flooded with steam. Few he thought, he could barely see her naked body through the steam covered glass. He dropped the towel and proceeded to head out when suddenly he saw something that changed him. A lot of the steam had cleared and Mark could see the outline of his daughter's body; the hourglass shape men had lusted after her for. He was stuck, watching her as she began massaging her soapy breasts; rubbing the nipple till it was erect. Luckily, for Mark she couldn't see him drooling over her. She then started rubbing soap all over her slim sexy body, almost fingering her belly button as she ran rings round it with her finger. Mark didn't have control anymore. He dropped his pants to his ankles and then started tugging his 8 inch cock. Thrusting it back and forth, it was erect in a matter of seconds. Was this what the guys were talking about?
As she proceeded onto her thighs and legs, she pressed her ass right against the glass while bending down. Her wet soaking ass was pressed against the glass; her asshole was in full view of Mark as he kept tugging his cock. As her ass rubbed against the glass Mark just wanted to squeeze it, fuck it...a little pre-cum jumped from his dick; he was almost there.
Suddenly, Charley turned off the shower. How was he supposed to explain this? He awkwardly ran out of the room with his jeans still round his ankles.
He went downstairs; he was still erect but panting from the quick dash out of the bathroom. He looked down at himself and his fully 8 inch cock, still throbbing. Should he continue or stop, he asked himself. Was his relationship, with his daughter, more important or was the lust for her now in control?
With the only ounce of control he had he pulled up his pants and jeans and calmed himself down. He hadn't done anything wrong, he told himself. He didn't masturbate over her so technically he was still a good father. Right?
His daughter came downstairs in just a towel. Typical he thought; this wasn't going to help him. She immediately sat opposite him and tucked into her breakfast. That's when Mark remembered the picture. The picture! "Charley we need to talk." Mark said urgently.
"I know what this is about." Charley replied.
"You do?"
"Yes it's about me and Jacob doing it."
"Well."
"We are planning to do it whether you like it or not."
"What you can't! I forbid it!"
"Dad I'm 18. I can do what I want!" She replied. Mark knew he couldn't win this battle and the conversation about the picture flew out of his head.
"Alright sweetie...please can you just wait a couple of days." Mark asked.
"Are you saying yes?" She asked uncertainly.
"Ok but wait a couple of days...for me." Mark replied.
"Thank you daddy!" She shouted sitting on his lap, and giving him a hug and a kiss. Only a thin piece of fabric separated her naked body from him. As she rested on his lap, with her breasts pressed against her father's torso, he was starting to get erect.
"Alright sweetie get off...you're getting heavy!" Mark chuckled to himself. She got up and went into the living room. Mark calmed himself down, feeling guilty about his lust. He knew he had to pay Jacob a little visit.
The next day he waited by the door, as he saw Charley being walked home by Jacob. As they parted he kissed her and pinched her ass. Mark felt cold and angry by Jacob's actions. Was it because Jacob was a sleaze he didn't want near his daughter or was it because he wanted her all to himself?
"Hi dad." Charley said walking through the door.
"Hi sweetie. How was college?" Mark asked.
"Yep it was fine. You going somewhere?" She asked.
"Oh yeah...got to pop to work there's an emergency. I will bring home some take away."
"Alright dad Chinese please!" she said as he left the house.
