This evening was routine for me. I had come home from work to find my dinner in the oven. Maria, my wife, had gone out to a bingo parlor as usual. This had been her thing lately. We really haven't been getting along. So going out to 'play bingo with friends' was a way for her to get away from me.
After eating the meal, I grabbed a beer and settled in to watch television. I flipped over to the adult channel to see what was showing. Those soft porno flicks where the closest I had came to sex nowadays. Like I said, my Maria and I haven't been getting along.
Catherine, my nineteen-year-old daughter, was the only other person home. From the time I entered the house I could hear the stereo playing. Which was always a constant thing with her. The girl loved music. I thought it was an obsession at times.
The movie on the adult channel was one of those old porno types. It was one that was made in the early sixties. Poorly filmed, with a piped in playback and really didn't have any true sex scenes in it. Mainly it was borderline adult material to keep from breaking the artificial morality laws of the day.
I was in a horny mood so I decided to put on a sexy video. There was no chance of Catherine walking in. I would hear her footsteps coming down the stairs and turn it off.
I slip a tape into the player and flop back in a large easy chair. I didn't get a chance to get comfortable. There was something wrong with the player. A grinding noise emits from the thing!
"Fuck," I huff disappointedly.
I quickly ejected the tape and then examined it. It was an old tape and I knew it wasn't going to work. I drop it on the floor in disappointment.
"Shit," I quip, "I guess it's a night of strokin' myself."
I was feeling tired anyway. I decided to go up to my room and call it an evening. In other words, it was another boring and routine day for me.
I stop at Catherine's door to say goodnight. I listen for a moment to the music playing. I knock softly.
There wasn't a response and so I knock again. Perhaps she had fallen asleep. That was common for thing for her.
I notice the door was slightly ajar. So I decide to peek in to see if she was asleep. I open it gently.
The sight was something a father never actually expects to see. Catherine was enthralled with self-pleasure. My little girl was wildly fingering a sparsely haired blond pussy!
I know I should have discreetly backed out. Instead I stand in the doorway wide eyed and gaped mouthed. In the space of a heartbeat my cock goes hard!
A pair of fingers tweaks an erect nipple on a rounded breast. Almost mew like groans were being sounded with masturbation. It was a very exciting vision.
A right hand plays with an engorge clit faster. The young body twists with lust. It is covered with a sheen of sweat.
"Oooooooooh," she moans moving hands to satisfy uncontrolled desires, "I need a big cock now."
My hot daughter jerks an extended clitoral head furiously. Holding it securely between the restrictive digits, the love button protruded further outward. It forms a defined little cap.
"Oh sweet fuck!" she euphorically yells, "I wanna be fucked now!"
The words, something a father should never hear from a child, were exciting. She was a vixen in heat! No wonder she had so damn many boyfriends.
My masturbating daughter teases and plays the hot pussy faster. A left hand continues to pinch and rub the erect nipple. A firm ass bounces and arches all over the sheets.
Catherine's head flops from shoulder to shoulder. The young body was afire with passion. A golden haired mane waves wildly as the climax captures her sexual hazed body.
Still transfix by the erotic sight, I remain a silent audience of one. An errant thought then crosses my mind. How many boys might have already have had her?
"Yes! Yesss! Yessssssss!" she audaciously screams blindly.
Catherine's trim body quivers and shudders as pleasure thrills radiate from the self-induced climax. She involuntarily arches off the sheets as the waves increase. A final loud groan is given. My sweat-covered daughter then melts into the damp sheets.
I stared at the young glistening pussy. It is beautiful. My hard cock says I want it.
"Daddy!" Catherine gasps seeing me for the first time.
"I did knock," I weakly excuse.
I should have felt was ashamed for being a damn voyageur. What I actually feeling was arouse. I absent-mindedly continued to stare at Catherine's young, naked body.
I always knew she was a pretty girl. But seeing her like this brought home how sexy she was. My baby was a golden fox!
Trying to regain modesty I turned my eyes away. I start to back out of the room. Catherine suddenly laughs, which gets my attention.
"You might as well come in, Daddy." To opening arms to enhance the view, she remarks, "I've nothing to hide."
Feeling shamefaced I move deeper into the room. I sit down on the on the edge of the bed. A massive hard on in my pants makes sitting difficult.
"Sorry, baby," I embarrassingly apologizes, "I thought you had fallen asleep and I wished...,"
"Don't sweat it, Dad," A smiling Catherine assures, "I should've locked the door." She quickly changes the subject, "What was the plan for the evening?"
Her naked, young body was still affecting me so I had to look away. A sideways glance told me she was enjoying my discomfort. Nevertheless I told of my effort to watch a movie but it wasn't interesting.
"So what are'ya gonna to do now?" she quizzes
"Since I'm not really sleepy," I answer, still trying to control my eyes, "I suppose I'll try to find something else to watch TV."
The stiffy in my pants is really getting to me. I have to get out of the room now. I quickly rise from the bed and head for the door.
"Hang on dad an' I'll go with you," Catherine calls after me.
Taking a quick look over my shoulder, I saw her jump off the bed. She grabs a short robe. Damn that body looks nice. I found myself thinking of how it would feel and smell next to me.
I curse myself for being such a dirty, old man. I speedily move downstairs with my sexy offspring a couple of steps behind. We enter the front room.
I slump onto the couch and snatched up the can of beer from earlier. Catherine moves over to the little bar and prepares a small gin and tonic. The too small robe barely covers a set of petite asscheeks. The erection remains.
She then notices the porno tape lying on the floor. Bending over she picks it up. Catherine made no effort to rush in completing the task. A firm ass slightly wiggles. I have a total view of that forbidden cunt.
At that moment didn't give a damn what society thought. I see my daughter as one hot woman. A sexy nymph I'm wanting to dick!
"This sounds like fun," she remarks reading the label "It says that this is a tale of family love." Sitting next to me on the couch, she asks, "Is it any good?"
"I don't know," I answer taking it from her. Placing it on the endtable, I lie, "I wasn't gonna watch it."
Taking a fast drink I'm hoping the alcohol can relax me. My cock was still hard in my pants. The vision of Catherine masturbating is still foremost in my mind.
I wished that she would go back upstairs. I could really use a few minutes to take myself in hand. This erection just isn't going to go away.
Catherine presses closer. A cute tit presses against my arm. The thin material of the robe makes it impossible not to feel the warm skin underneath.
All I could do is take another deep swig of my beer. I'm waiting to fuck this girl next to me. Yet, I know it would be wrong. To say at this point I was in a moral dilemma would be an understatement.
"What made ya get that flick?" Catherine wonders, disturbing my illicit thoughts.
Still unnerve by recent events, I mumble some kind of lame reason of it being on sale. The truth was that I had chosen it because I've always been fascinated by incest. Catherine must have sense I wasn't being honest about the reason.
"When do'ya watch those videos?" she asks, pressing closer to me.
"Whenever your mother is out at her bingo club," I slyly tell, "she's usually out 'til midnight."
"Don't those type of flicks get your engine running?" My inquisitive daughter quips, "I do assume your engine still runs."
"Of course it does," I automatically defend.
"Doesn't she ever notice your mood when she gets home?" Catherine continues to interrogate.
"Shit!" I spat, without thinking, "She never notices me anymore." I bitterly add, "I've have a better chance layin' Pam Anderson than your mother lately!"
Realizing what I just said, I look over at Catherine. A lovely face gives a consoling sad smile. I had a feeling she completely understood.
She finishes the drink and rises to return to the bar. Again, the too short robe reveals everything. Again, Catherine bends over to pull a bottle from under the counter. That wonderful pussy is again totality exposed to me.
This was an extremely strange situation. Here I am admitting to my scanty clad daughter of a non-existent sex life. It was both an embarrassment and a turn on.
"That's all wrong, father," Catherine sighs sitting back down, "No nookie should never be a situation when one is married." A small finger brushes my cheek as she says, "Especially with a silver fox like you."
"Look, Catherine," I debate, "this really isn't the sort of thing we should be discussing."
"Does it embarrass you to talk about sex with me?" she bluntly questions, "Does the idea your daughter might have some insights into this subject bother you?"
"To be honest," I admit, "it does." I try to explain, "It's just that---, well---, your mother an' I are havin' problems."
"You mean like mom not givin' up pussy anymore?" Catherine reveals, "I already knew about that. Mom has already told me time an' again how dirty sex is." She grins stating, "That's all wrong." Taking a sip of the drink she quips, "Something that so nice can't be dirty."
That revelation was slightly unsettling. Why it was a shocked me I don't know. Even thorough we never talked about it, I knew she was no longer a virgin.
I was a teenager. I would have done just about anything to get into the pants of a sexy girl like her. Hell! I just admitted to myself I wanted her now!
I unthinkingly wondered who had been the first with her. The son of a bitch probably didn't appreciate the piece of ass he had gotten. Then what teenage boy ever did recognize the value of a girl giving up her cherry?
Then Catherine went back talking about the tape. She seemed as fascinated with the subject. She then reach across me and picked up the plastic black box.
"Do things like that really happen?" Catherine asks, reading the label again, "Incest, I mean."
