My name is Bill. I am a 52-year old engineer with a great life. My wife Carol and I were both divorced when we met 15 years ago. Carol is a big-time executive who works way too much. But Carol and I have a wonderful life and relationship, so I can live with her overworking herself.
Carol had two daughters from her first marriage, Claire and Emma. The daughters were in elementary school when we met and I pretty much raised them. Claire followed my footsteps and became an engineer while Emma became a doctor. Both the girls now have successful careers on the West Coast, but not in Seattle where Carol and I live.
Now with such a perfect life, what could be wrong? Well Carol lost interest in sex about 5 years ago. No amount of romancing, candlelight dinners, or affection has been able to rekindle the flame in Carol. This has led me to deal with my needs on my own. That usually means masturbating on my one or two days a week when I work at home. With no one around, I can always get comfortable, meaning naked, dial in some porn on my computer, and spend a couple hours slowly stroking my hard-on until I cannot hold back any longer.
I had pretty much settled into that routine for the last couple of years until last month when Claire came to visit. Claire had a weeklong conference in Seattle and she stayed with us while she was in town. Having Claire home was great. She would go to the conference during the day and then have dinner with us in the evening. It felt like the old days.
Wednesday was my day to work at home. I initially worried that Claire's visit might impact my private activities. But on Monday and Tuesday she went to the conference in the morning and did not get home until evening.
Thus, after sleeping in on Wednesday, which I am prone to do when I do not need to go into the office, I came down the stairs and grabbed a cup of coffee. After reading the newspaper, I wandered into my den for a little relaxation, if you know what I mean.
I carefully positioned a towel on my office chair, proceeded to strip off my clothes, grabbed the bottle of baby oil from my drawer, and then sat down ready for some visual stimulation. After waking up the computer I searched through some of my favorite porn sites and started watching some clips that caught my interest. My cock responded by slowly stiffening at which point I poured some baby oil on and began stroking.
After about 15 minutes I had a nice hard-on and the area between my thighs was feeling very good. Then I sensed something. I turned around in my chair and saw Claire standing in the doorway to the den in her pajamas with her hand rubbing her breast. She was initially looking at the monitor but then turned her eyes toward me. I could see her eyes travel down my body from my head to my cock, which I was still holding in my hand.
I said Claire, you are supposed to be at your conference. She responded by saying something about the morning sessions seemed boring so she decided to stay home for a while. She then walked over to me and said, don't worry Dad, I know you masturbate. Hell, we all masturbate. Mom told me she lost interest in sex years ago so I hoped you took care of your needs this way rather than with another woman.
At that point I did not know if I should be relieved or what, but then Claire surprised me again and asked if she could watch with me. She said she was feeling rather horny lately and needed some "relaxation" herself. Before I could respond, Claire pulled up a chair next to mine and proceeded to strip off her pajamas. Standing in front of me naked she said: well Dad, how do you think this little girl you raised turned out?