"Daddy, please don't stop. I want to watch you finish."
Those words have been playing over in my mind for the last 3 days after my daughter caught me masturbating. I didn't even know she was home so I never thought to close the bedroom door. I've been putting off talking to her about it because I don't even know where to start. But we'll get around to that. I guess I should first introduce myself.
My name is John. I stand roughly 6'1" and weigh in around 215. I'm not your typical erotic story character with bulging biceps and chiseled, rock hard abs. I'm just your average guy with an average body. A "Dad Bod" if you want to call it that. I work as a computer programmer which allows me to work from home most days. My company paid for a next generation, top of the line computer with its own server system and had it set up in my home office. You so much as think about a website and it's already loaded. This thing is crazy fast. Anyway, you aren't here about my computer. You want to know what brought my daughter around to catching me with my dick in my hand. We're getting there, so be patient, dear reader.
My wife, Tonya, was out of town at a conference for work. She's an international sales agent for a big marketing firm. She spends more time on the road or in her office than she does at home. She was currently in New York at a huge sales convention. She had just left yesterday and isn't due back for another couple weeks. After the convention, she's boarding a plane bound for Beijing to meet with a new potential client. So, it's just me and my daughter, Bailey, holding down the fort until Tonya gets home.
I can't say that Bailey is my daughter. She's my step-daughter. Her mom and I met when she was very young. Even though her dad has always been a part of her life, I was the only constant father figure there day in and day out. When she first started having her periods, I was the one that ran to the store to get her what she needed. Thankfully her mother had prepared her for what was to come, so I didn't have to deal with having to explain what she needed to do. Since Tonya was out of town so much, Bailey and I have grown pretty close. She talks to me about her girlfriends and her boyfriend, Dave. There isn't really a lot we don't talk about, except sex. Her mother tried to have a sex talk with her a couple years ago while I was in the room. I was asked to leave after Bailey started to get uncomfortable with my presence. Anyway, back to where we were headed.
My wife and I have a very active, and sometimes adventurous, sex life. She loves it when I fuck her from behind while she's bent over the railing of the balcony outside of our bedroom. The closest neighbor is half a mile away, so there's no one to see us, but she loves the thrill of being outside in "public" nonetheless. We had tried to get our schedules aligned so I could give her a good pounding before she took off to New York, but we just couldn't work it out. I had a deadline to meet with a new program I was tasked with writing and she had loose ends to tie up at the office before she flew out. So to say I was a little backed up was an understatement.
I had been sitting at my computer for 3 hours already trying to get this program finished so I could submit it to the testing department. My eyes were starting to burn and my back ached. I closed the program editor and brought up one of my favorite porn sites and started surfing. I came across one titled "Daddy and his loving daughter". Now I'd never put much thought into incest nor had I thought of my Bailey in a sexual manor, but curiosity got the better of me. I clicked the play button and watched as this "father and daughter" did their thing. He walked in and caught her masturbating. She acted all shocked and embarrassed. Daddy offered to help. Next thing you know, he's fucking her face then he's pounding away at her tight pussy. It didn't turn me on so much as it flipped a switch in my head. A switch that I didn't know had been flipped until Bailey caught me.
I pushed myself back from the computer desk, stood and walked to my bedroom. Tonya had absentmindedly left a pair of her panties on the floor before she left. I picked them up and felt the silky texture of the smooth fabric in my hand. Just the thought that these had covered my wife's most intimate parts had the blood flowing to my cock. Without thinking, I brought them to my nose and deeply inhaled. . There was a faint smell of her womanhood on them. Not much, but just enough. I released my swollen cock from it's confines and began stroking it while continuing to breath in my wife's scent, eyes closed. After a few minutes, I could feel myself getting close to release. Then I heard it. A faint gasp. My eyes shot open and there stood Bailey in my bedroom doorway. Frantic, I tried to stuff my engorged member back in my pants until she uttered those words.
"Daddy, please don't stop. I want to watch you finish."
"Wh-what did you say?" I asked her.
"Please, Daddy. Finish. I've never seen a man cum before. At least not in person."
So before I go any farther, I guess I should describe my Bailey. Just turned 18. Standing at 5'2" and weighing about 115 pounds. She has dark blonde hair down just past her shoulders, lightly tanned skin, and beautiful hazel eyes. Trim waist and small 32b breasts. I only know that from going with her mother to buy her bras and I'm typically the one that does the laundry. But I digress.
Our eyes are locked and I ask her if she's sure.
"Yes, Daddy."
Eyes still locked, I slowly start stroking my throbbing cock again. I'd never jacked off in from of anyone before. Not even my wife. Bailey took occasional glances at my dick, but her eyes always came back to mine. That is until I started stroking faster. The glances and my cock became more frequent and she stared at it longer until she no longer looked me in the eyes. She barely blinked as she watched my hand glide up and down my shaft. Apparently it was having an effect on her. I had noticed how she kept shifting her weight back and forth, rubbing her thighs together, trying to scratch that itch. Eventually I heard her mutter "fuck it" under her breath. I watched as her left hand went down the front of her loose fitting bed shorts and her right hand went up under her shirt and cupped one of her breasts. I could tell by her movements that she was rubbing her clit with one hand while pinching and pulling her nipples with the other. The look of pure ecstasy on her face as she neared climax was driving me toward my own release. My hand sped up on my cock as did her assault on her clit. Our knees started to shake as our orgasms approached. I was the first to blow. Rope after rope of jizz shot from my throbbing member. I don't ever remember cumming like that in my life. With the third shot, a glob of cum landed just above Bailey's knee and started slowly running down her leg. Apparently that was all she needed. She exploded in what appeared to be an earth shattering orgasm. Her body rocked and quaked. Her knees buckled and she hit the floor and laid on her side, quivering. I tucked my deflating erection away and went to check on my daughter.
"Bailey, honey? Are you ok?" I asked her.
"Oh my God!" Was all she said. She quickly gathered herself, got up and half ran upstairs to her bedroom. I almost went after her, but I needed time to gather my thoughts, too.
Bailey didn't say much to me for the next few days. However, every time we made eye contact, she blushed. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears turned bright red. Remember that switch I mentioned, well it was on. I started to take notice of every detail about my Bailey. The shade of her skin, the perfect shape of her butt, the aroma that drifted by when we passed in the hallway. When she got ready for bed, she always wears short shorts and one of my old T-shirt's. Evidently her nipples are super sensitive because they were always hard and pushing the fabric of the shirt out, making her little points very obvious. It was a struggle not to stare. She did catch me checking her out a couple times. That sexy blush returned when she did.
It's now been 3 days since Bailey caught me. I need to talk to her. I need to know how she feels. On shaky legs, I made my way upstairs to her room. Standing outside her closed door, I took a slow deep breath and knocked gently on the door.
"Yeah, Dad? Come in," I heard from the other side.
My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, it was pounding so hard. I turned the knob and opened her door. Bailey was sprawled across her bed messing on her phone.
"Can we talk, Princess?"
There was a pause before she responded. "About what?"
