"I'm off up to bed then." announced my wife, Tracey, at 11pm when the tv show we were watching ended. "Ok then love, I'll be up in a little while." I replied, knowing full well I was intending on staying down a lot longer and probably end up sleeping on the settee, as I was increasingly doing those days. She wasn't really expecting me up anytime soon, she'd gotten used by now to having the bed to herself, it was a blessed relief for her to not have to be kept awake by my snoring I suppose. We were both in our mid fifties, which isn't that old but intimacy in the bedroom between us just seemed to be getting less frequent, even though we had the house to ourselves since our only daughter, Catherine, had grown up and flown the nest.
Tracey had a mildly irritating tendency to sometimes pop back down soon after she'd gone up because she'd forgot something or other. Once I was sure she was settled and not coming back down, I put the "Honey suite" channel on, one of those late night adult chat channels. I don't ring in, I just watch the hot young women on there showing their stuff, before settling down to sleep. This was becoming my nightly routine.
On one particular night, when I switched on to the channel, immediately there was a close up shot of a glorious pair of tanned perky tits filling the entire screen. The girl was rubbing them with her hands and jiggling them up and down. The camera then zoomed out a little to show more of her body, but not her head yet. She was the most perfect type of babe you could possibly imagine, like a Baywatch era Pamela Anderson; tanned all over and with a perfect womanly figure. Her screen name was "Lexy." I had my hand down my sweatpants tugging my hardened cock as I watched her gyrating around in just a thong.
The camera then zoomed out a little further still, finally showing her face. I froze for a moment, stunned. It can't be! I thought to myself. It can't be!...but it was...It was our daughter, Catherine!
She was 26 years old and had left home a couple of years ago. She had trained to be a veterinary technician, following in her mother's footsteps, but she also decided that she wanted to capitalise on her looks by doing some modelling around it. As the modelling work gradually began to snowball, to her mother's dismay, her studies to become a vet started to go on to the backburner and eventually fizzled out.
She was in a relationship and living with a man 25 years her senior. He is a good bloke, despite the age gap between her and Catherine, I get on well with him, and Tracey was very fond of him too. He sold his successful business 10 years ago and he and Catherine were living in the "area manager belt" in the nice part of town, a world way from our house where she grew up; so she has done very well for herself in a way. Her mother accepts her glamour modelling but prefers not to dwell on it too much. We had no idea she was now working on the Honey suite channel though.
A part of me wanted to go upstairs and tell my wife Tracey that out daughter was doing this, but I refrained because it would devastate her if she knew, and then there is the small matter of what I was doing watching that channel in the first place, which would have been more than a bit awkward. So I decided it would be wise to keep it to myself.
I wasn't sure what to do with this hard on I had given that It was my daughter on the screen. I changed channel to try and watch something else but my curiosity got the better of me and I ended up switching back.
There she was, doing her thing, she looked so happy enjoying her body, and it was a great body, she really had become a magnificent woman. I was proud of her.
