"Honey? Could you come downstairs a minute, please?" I call, standing at the bottom of the stairs and listening as my teenage daughter Sophie left her room and walked across the floor above my head. A door closes, and then my daughter appears, standing at 5"6 with long brown hair and wearing nothing but a short denim skirt and an almost see through top. One perfectly pert nipple was just visible above the curve of her breast. I forced myself to look away but not before I felt my cock begin to stir.
I had thought that my attraction towards my daughter had passed, but this was evidence that it had not, and that it was back harder than ever. I had had it ever since Sophie had hit eighteen a few months ago and ever since I had been forced into seeing what a sexy woman she had become. I gritted my teeth against a wave of arousal and tried not to let me eyes wander.
"Honey, you're not wearing that to Angela's party. It's not appropriate."
"What? Dad it's fine-"
"You're not wearing it and that's final. Either you change or you're not going." I frowned. "What if that boy saw you?"
"Who, Jason?" Sophie scoffs. "Maybe I want to let him see my like this."
I can't help but be shocked at the lack of concern in my daughter's words. Everything about her clothing screamed at me that she was open and willing for sex. I glanced down. Her skirt barely grazed the top of her thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her breasts almost begged to be touched, perfectly round and if she was within arm's reach...
I moved slightly closer. "You're kidding. That boy-" I restrain a growl. "Do you even want to have sex with him? Your first time should be special, honey, not with someone like him."
"Ew, dad." Sophie starts. I resolutely don't watch as her breasts jiggle as she moves. A familiar heat pools in my gut and I hate that I enjoy it. I want more. "Besides, it's not like I've not done... other things-before."
Sophie stammers out the words and her cheeks colour as though they embarrass her. But I'm already moving closer again until I'm standing directly in front of her, and I bring my hands up to rest on either side of her waist.
The image of an innocent young girl that I had thought my daughter was shatters as fast as my restraint. I'm suddenly imagining her spread out on her bed, skin bare, fingers inside of herself? Or maybe she would tease herself first, pretend that it was a real cock that was entering her, taking her from behind. My cock presses uncomfortably against my jeans, and I'm unable to ignore it any longer.
Damn the consequences. I want to fuck her more than anything.
"It's okay, Sophie. You don't have to be embarrassed about saying things like that to me. It's perfectly normal. I'm just surprised."
My daughter flushes but she doesn't protest my words or my touches. Encouraged, I take her hand in mine and place it onto where my cock was tenting so that she could see for herself what she did to me. "You're so beautiful. I just want to take care of you."
She gasps at the feel and the heat of my cock through the material. She gives its length a tentative squeeze that has me moaning, and then she surprises me: she giggles.
"You're big, dad."
"Mmhmm. All for you." God, even her light touches feel amazing. My head swims. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah." My daughter breathes out the word like she can't believe that she does. Her daddy's cock is forbidden, but she can't help herself anymore than I can. Her touch slowly becomes more sure. "I want to see it. Can I?"
Thanking whatever deity that I got this lucky, I nod and pull back slightly so that I could unbutton my jeans and pull my cock out. It's easily 8 inches from root to tip, and hairy at its base. It throbs red under Sophie's hungry gaze.
"Touch it." I say firmly. Sophie reaches over and the first touch of her hand onto my throbbing member makes me groan. She wraps her hand around it and I fuck her fist gently.
"God, you're doing so well." I groan again. I look at her, at how edible she looks, and I swallow hard. I take myself out of her hold.
"Let me take care of you."
Sophie looks torn. She bites at her plush bottom lip but her cheeks are red, hinting at her own delicious arousal. "I don't know if this is a good idea..."
"C'mon, honey. Do this for Daddy." I say instead, and my other hand slides up her inner thigh. "You don't have to tell nobody."
My fingertips gently brush against the soft material of her panties. Sophie's breath hitches.
"Please." She whimpers. I press my fingers a little harder against her covered pussy in reward.
"What do you want, honey? You want your daddy to touch you?"
Sophie nods, moaning softly, and she can't resist bucking her hips into my hand so that her covered pussy presses into my palm. Her juices have soaked the thin material. My cock swells even further, almost painfully. I reach up under the thin fabric of her shirt and cup her breast in my hand, squeeze it roughly, play with the soft ball of her nipple until it pebbles and Sophie is gasping against me.
"Need it." She pants.
I eagerly oblige, moving her panties aside with a low groan and drifting towards her sopping hole. Her pussy is clean shaven. I stay there for a second, circling her folds, before gently pressing against her pussy hole. She gasps at the intrusion but I shush her. I fuck her with a single finger. Slowly. In and out while I imagine my cock replacing that and finally sinking inside of my daughter. My hips stutter against her, cock trapped with nowhere to go. It leaves a dirty trail of precum against her skin.
