From Mandy Pt. 1:
I sat at the breakfast table that Saturday morning, remembering what I had done the night before. I had ejaculated on my sleeping daughter's feet. Clearly not ok, and something I surely couldn't and wouldn't repeat. Everything would stay normal, I told myself, as she didn't know what I'd done, so there was no real need to worry.
At that moment, Mandy walked into the kitchen wearing only a t-shirt and panties. She got a cup of coffee and sat next to me.
"Mmm... I slept really good, Daddy." she said, "And I was thinking of painting my toenails today."
Then she put one little bare foot on my leg, partly exposing the crotch of her panties. She pointed her toes and said, "What color would you like, Daddy?"
My cock seemed to have a mind of its own and I felt it growing hard in my shorts. Her cute little foot was on my bare leg, inches from my dick. Surely she would be able to see my terribly inappropriate reaction.
"Um, I don't know, sweetheart. Whatever color you want, I guess," I said, trying to think of anything except sucking on her toes and having them massage my cock.
She giggled, "No, Daddy. What color do YOU want? Mommy does hers red a lot, but I was thinking maybe dark green to match my eyes. Would that look good, Daddy?"
I stifled a lust-filled groan at the visual this produced in my head - her beautiful green eyes framed by her nearly black hair, her little tits and pussy exposed as she put her feet together, pointed her toes at me and begged me to cum on her...
"NO!" I said to myself, forcing away the thought. I tried to smooth my voice as I responded as calmly as I could, "Sure, hon, I'm sure that would look really pretty. Listen, I have some yard work to do, and then we can go to that place you like for brunch. Sound good?"
"Sure, Daddy," she said, practically grinning at me.
Her look told me she was practically reading my mind, but then I figured maybe it was just my guilt causing me to imagine things.
I got up in rather too much of a hurry, put on shoes and went out to mow the lawn. Some physical activity would probably do me good and help me clear my head.
When I was done with the mower, I put it in the garage and went inside to take a shower. As the hot water streamed over me, I allowed myself to indulge for a moment in the thought of all the naughty things I was imagining doing to my daughter, and started to masturbate. Then I shook myself out of it,and stopped jacking off. I turned the water off, dried myself and got dressed to tell Mandy the bathroom was free if she wanted to shower before brunch.
As I approached her room, I saw that the door was open just a crack, and I could hear her softly moaning.
Curious and stimulated, I crept to the door and peered in. What I saw sent a shock wave over me. She was laying on the bed, with her t-shirt pulled up above her small breasts. The nipples were rock hard, centered in large, puffy areolas. Her left hand was massaging one breast and her right hand was inside her panties. As she rubbed her pussy, she moaned and said, "Oh yes, Daddy. Cum on me. Cum on me, Daddy, please... stroke your big cock and spray cum all over me. Cum for your little girl, Daddy."
Startled, I turned suddenly to go back the direction I'd come from, but my shoulder bumped the doorframe, and I heard her say, "Daddy?"
"Shit!" I thought, "So much for a clean getaway."
"Um... hey sweetheart, I'm done in the bathroom if you want to take a shower before we go..." I stammered.
