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The day my life changed for all time was a normal day like any other. I was at work and it was the middle of the day on Thursday. Things were pretty slow around the office and I was thinking of going home early. While I was still silently debating the merits of leaving, my cell phone buzzed on my desk, and I glanced at the caller ID and sighed; my good mood instantly evaporating. It was my wife and I figured she was calling to bug me. That is what she had become good at over the years—bugging the shit out of me.
"Hey, I just called to tell you Shawna's at the house. I think something is wrong with her car, or something, and she's going to ask you for money to get it fixed," my wife said, and I held the phone away from my ear waiting for what was coming next. "If she's ever going to learn to be responsible, you have to stop bailing her out of these situations, Mark. You can't keep spoiling her. It's time she grew up and faced the real world. She's never going to do that if you keep coddling her."
I listened, not to what Carol was saying, but for a moment of silence so I could finally speak. "Carol, she's in college. We agreed if she got good grades and stayed out of trouble, we would support her. I don't see what the problem is. If her car is broken then it
needs
to be fixed."
"Well, at least make her work for it. Have her clean the house or sweep out the garage. Don't just give her the money."
I placated my wife by saying I would find some way to make Shawna pay for her car repairs, but in my mind I knew I wasn't going to do any such thing. I loved my daughter and found my wife's constant harassment of her to be tiring. Just like she did to me, my wife loved to bug the shit out of Shawna. The sad thing was my daughter rarely, if ever, did anything to deserve it. She was a good girl who worked hard in school, got good grades, and volunteered for a few community organizations. I had begun to think my wife's constant disapproval had more to do with Shawna maturing into a young woman than anything else. Ever since Shawna turned eighteen, Carol, my wife, found more and more reasons to criticize her behavior. It bothered me to no end, but I couldn't seem to find a way to intervene. Sighing, I finally decided to call it a day. If Shawna was home then maybe I could take the opportunity to talk to her about her mom, and try to find some way to let her know I was there for her. I felt bad it had taken me this long to do so, but I was determined to put a stop to Carol's madness once and for all.
The sun was still blazing high in the sky when I arrived home. I could tell my quiet, tree-lined suburban neighborhood was mostly empty since it was still the middle of the day. Only Mrs. Brickson, the busybody who lived at the end of the block, was out walking her dog. I gave a friendly, neighborly wave to her and she gave me the mysterious-look of Mars. Most likely, she was wondering what I was doing home so early. Laughing to myself at the crazy old lady, I pulled into my drive way and into the garage, surprised there were no other cars present. I thought I would see Shawna's light blue Ford Focus, but my BMW sedan was the only occupant.
"Shawna!" I called out once I made my way inside the house.
Silence greeted me in return and I called out again.
Thinking,
she must be in her room
, I set my keys and briefcase on the kitchen table and started through the living room toward the stairs leading to the second floor. At the top of the stairs, I heard a faint noise, and I was about to call Shawna's name again when I heard her cry out.
Shawna has a distinctive voice, which is kind of high-pitched, so I recognized her tone, but the noise she made gave me pause because it sounded like one of pain, but in my mind I knew it wasn't. The first thing that occurred was my 18-year old daughter was having sex in my house with some young punk, and I was about to kick the shit out of the kid for violating her. I took a deep breath, ready for anything, and walked to my daughter's door with purpose. I opened it without knocking and stopped short because Shawna was alone, but the sex noises I heard had been genuine because she was watching a dirty porno and masturbating on her bed with a long body pillow between her legs.
At first I looked back at the television because it was one of those raunchy pornos where two guys are fucking one girl, and the scene being shown was of one guy shoving his cock into her ass, while the other guy rammed his huge member into her mouth. I always loved pornos with double penetration, plus the girl on the screen was pretty hot with a pair of big tits, but...I was stunned to find my daughter watching this kind of video while masturbating. Up until that point, I had never thought of Shawna in a sexual way, so I really didn't see her as a sexual being. Sure, I did notice she had grown into a very fine looking young woman, but she was my daughter and I didn't think about her in that way. That is...I didn't think about her in that way until I continued to watch her young, nubile body writhing against her pillow, rubbing the large cushion between her legs like she was fucking it.
My cock hardened swiftly, and the blood rushing through my veins matched the speed of the incestuous thoughts tumbling through my mind. Shawna was wearing a pair of white boy shorts and a short, cropped black T-shirt. Since she was lying across the bed facing her TV, she couldn't see me standing behind her, but I could clearly see the damp wet spot between her legs where the pillow rubbed against her gyrating pussy.
I licked my lips wanting to taste my daughter's sweet cunt juice, and I moved forward almost on auto pilot before I realized what I was about to do. Jesus Christ, I think to myself, I can't fuck my own daughter! I can't be thinking about licking her sweet pussy until she cums all over my face. Continually, I keep castigating myself for my incestuous thoughts, but I can't stop watching Shawna and her pillow. Maybe it was the fact she
was
my daughter, but watching her bring her little body to orgasm was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen in my life.
My hand moved to my cock and I was careful to lower the zipper of my pants slowly. I just wanted to stroke myself while watching Shawna. I would leave...
eventually
, but I figured if I jacked off for a bit then I could at least get this crazy lust out of my system. In hindsight, I think my delusional brain would have given me any go ahead to take my cock out.
I fumbled around a bit with my underwear so I could pull my dick through the small hole in the front. I had nearly grown to my full 10 inches just from watching Shawna, so I had to wiggle it around. Once I held most of my length in my hand, I rubbed my thumb across the tip, using the dollop of precum which dotted the small slit to roughly jack my dick with quick, jerky strokes; my eyes glued to Shawna's writhing body.
For her part, Shawna was deep in the twilight between pleasure and bliss, her small body bouncing so quickly on the pillow between her thighs that the mattress bounced back. I knew just from watching her that she would be a delicious fuck. Shawna had an innate grace, and even now her whole body was in motion. It was an amazing sight and any thoughts I had about leaving were long gone. Watching my daughter masturbate was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and I couldn't (and wouldn't) tear my eyes away.
Just then I remembered things a father probably shouldn't, like the way her shirts clung to her large breasts, and the way her titties bounced when she walked around the house because she often went with no bra. It occurred to me, though I had never really took notice of these things before, my mind recalled the images now with perfect clarity. It was almost as though I could see Shawna's shirt-clad breasts before me.
Fully in the grip (literally) of my own masturbation, I cataloged more and more of my daughter's assets, including her nice taunt butt. The small boy shorts she was wearing were little more than panties, and the damp spot I noticed earlier had grown to a larger area that darkened at the apex of her thighs. My knees went weak as I imagined peeling the miniscule scrap down her long toned legs when Shawna started to moan loudly. I open my eyes, which I hadn't even realized had been closed, and saw my youngest child jackknifing her hips into the pillow, one hand sandwiched between her thighs like she was trying to grab the orgasm coming out of her body.
At that point, all the blood in me seemed to coalesce in and around my cock, so I couldn't help but feel my member pulsing in my hand. One second later I came so violently I had to grab the door frame to keep from falling. "Unh," I groaned, spew spilling from my cock tip.
