Daddy's Christmas Muse

SUMMARY: This is a story I wanted to get written in time to post it before Christmas. Hopefully it doesn't take long to get approved after submitting! It's a story about a girl named Marianne who finds out that her dad writes erotica. More specifically, that he writes

incest

erotica. After reading some of his work, she can't help but feel aroused about it. This one is meant to be a slow burn, like some of my other stories.

This story is written from Marianne's POV. However, I have interjected some of her dad's POV as well. You'll see how when you read it. This story focuses heavily on the warring emotions involved with being attracted to a family member, while worrying that it is wrong to have such feelings. This is the primary reason for the slow burn. This is the second of two chapters for this story. I have no plans to write any more about these two in the future.

By the way, you will notice that the dates of this story align with this year. That was done intentionally.

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I decided to take a little bit of writer's liberty in this story and made a couple "plugs" at my own stories that I've written. There are several mentions about stories that my "dad's character" has written. At least three of them mentioned are actual stories that I have posted on my channel. If you've perused my other posted works, you may recognize which stories are referenced. There is no actual correlation between those stories and this one, and I did it merely for fun. And no, my dad did not write those stories. I assure you, they are my own. But it seemed like a cute idea to reference them here.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

{CH 12 - MONDAY DEC 16}

When I woke the next morning, I was blessedly much calmer. My body was no longer a walking erotica nightmare. My explosive orgasm from the night before in my daddy's bedroom seemed to have sated me. For the time being, at least. Sitting bolt upright in bed, I remembered that I had left the document open on his laptop last night in my stupor. Flinging myself off my bed, I sprinted down the hall. I did notice that his door was shut. I wondered if he had given any thought to the fact that it had been open when he woke up. But he wasn't in the main parlor, so I figured he had gotten up to use the bathroom and gone back to sleep.

Grabbing his laptop, I quickly opened it. Sure enough, the story I had read the night before was sitting there to give away my crime. I closed everything out and then shut the lid, setting it carefully back on the table. Heart racing a touch, I caught my breath and then proceeded to cook some breakfast for the two of us. My dad woke up to the smell of sausage and came out of his room to greet me. He was dressed, so I didn't have a chance to check if he still had shiny patches all over his belly. I shivered at the thought anyway.

He did comment on the fact that I still wore my Christmas outfit from the night before. Oh dear. I had forgotten all about it. Of course, I used the opportunity to ask him to unzip me again. He didn't hesitate at all that time, quickly walking up behind me and placing his hands on my back. The now-familiar tingle on my skin where he touched me made me shiver again, but he didn't seem to notice. Holding the garment against my chest, I fled down to my room while he finished getting breakfast ready for the two of us. I decided to take a quick shower and change into something a little more "appropriate".

Then we spent the rest of the day chilling with each other. The entire atmosphere felt different. It was much more casual than it had been all week. It dawned on me that it was probably due to the fact that we had both gotten off last night. There didn't seem to be that charge of unspoken sexual electricity hanging in the air between us. I was confident he was still clueless about my knowledge of his stories. Or that I knew he had witnessed me have an orgasm. Or that I knew he liked my tits. I giggled when I remembered his description of me, naked in the tub. He just gave me a funny look but didn't say anything.

Unfortunately, I had conflicting thoughts ringing through my head all day. Despite it being a "casual" day where we let things cool off, I decided that the whole situation was starting to get really weird. And complicated. I didn't know what to do with my knowledge. I was certain he didn't have a clue what I had been up to. But one question I had was whether I should confront him about it and confess about my sleuthing? I felt a pang of guilt for going through his personal things, like I had betrayed his trust. But I also felt extremely anxious about what I had uncovered.

We talked that day, but only idle chitchat. I was more or less reserved as I contemplated everything. He didn't question me or ask if anything was wrong. In fact, he seemed rather introverted himself. I wondered what he was thinking about. Was he revisiting that night in the bathroom, too? Was he thinking about seeing me naked? With a shake of my head, I forced those thoughts away. Just one day of peace was what I needed. One day to get my head on straight. That night, I fell asleep early and slept for nearly ten hours.

When I awoke Monday morning, I felt like a new woman. I was off school until after the New Year, and I didn't have to work this week.

When he saw me, my dad announced that he was going to be gone for a few hours to do some Christmas shopping. I struggled to contain my excitement at the prospect of having some alone time with daddy's laptop. I couldn't stop the smile that appeared on my face, nor could I stop myself from glancing toward the coffee table. His laptop was sitting there, and I swear it was blazing like the sun. That made my heart skip a beat. Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice my look, or my giddiness. When he left a few minutes later, I barely waited until he was down the stairs before launching myself onto the couch and grabbing his laptop.

Then I began delving through his files once more. I had no shame.

Curiosity brought me to the Marianne folder first. Then I began opening files I hadn't looked at before. I purposely steered clear of the "tub scene". I was afraid of how worked up it would make me if I read it again. I did find one file that made me curious, called "Weekend Fantasy". It was from Saturday night. When I checked the time stamp, I realized he must have written it while I was at the party. I dove right in.

Marianne bared her naked breast to me yesterday. I'm sure it wasn't intentional, but the damage was done. She had just taken a shower that morning and I was making us some breakfast when she walked out. When I glanced at her, I was completely frozen at what I saw. She was wearing a pair of very tight-fitting pink yoga pants and a robe. That was all. At that point, all I saw were the inner swells of her breasts and the center of her bare belly. She said hi to me, but all I could do was stare as she walked around the couch and sat down. Only then could I finally respond to her, bidding her a good morning.

With a shake of my head, I continued getting breakfast ready. She was watching something on TV but I barely paid any attention. In my head, the image of my daughter's naked flesh seemed to be burning brightly. I should add here that there was another... incident. At the mall last week. We had gone there together so she could get a Christmas outfit for a party she was going to this weekend. At one point, she had called me into the changing room to help her zip up her new corset. Well, not long after that, she needed help taking it off. She was leaning forward, holding her arms underneath her chest to catch it once I got it unzipped. But the second the corset came free, I caught a glimpse of the side of her right breast. She wore a bodysuit, but it was netted, so I could easily see through the sheer material.

After seeing her mostly-bare breast in the changing room, I could barely think straight the rest of the day. An image of my daughter's teat haunted me from there on out. Of course, that doesn't hold a candle to what I witnessed in the bathtub last week. Even though I wrote it all down, I don't need to re-read my entry about it. The entire scene has been stuck on permanent repeat in my head ever since. All things considered, it was becoming more and more difficult for me to be around my daughter without becoming aroused. This was starting to get dangerous.

But back to yesterday. After seeing the middle of Marianne's bare midriff and chest, it became difficult to breathe. A few minutes later, I finished preparing breakfast, though. Walking toward the couch, I started to tell her it was ready, but then I lost all train of thought. Standing behind my daughter's back, I stared down the front side of her body and almost gasped out loud.

One flap of her robe had fallen open, exposing her left breast. The only way I can think to describe it is to say it was perfection in the flesh. A beautiful teardrop of seduction. In those few heartbeats as I stood silently gazing at it, I knew I could lose myself in that beautiful globe. Her nipple was puckered and stiff, jutting out from the end of her melon. It was light pink, which seemed erotic to me. Most girls I had been with had dark nipples, but my daughter's were light. From my vantage, the shape of her breast was mostly round, but slightly ovular.

Unable to resist, I glanced down between Marianne's legs. Why not add to my crime? But what I saw took my breath away. Her yoga pants were so tight, I could see the outline of the curves of flesh that made up her vagina. Her lips were pressed into the fabric of her pants. More so, the fabric surrounding them was dark, as if it were wet. Oh god, I should not be thinking about my daughter's pussy being wet! But I couldn't help it. I did manage to get myself together and, after that, we ate breakfast and then she went and put a tight-fitting shirt on. That wasn't much better than her being naked, though. Her nipples were showing through the fabric, and I spent the better part of the day glancing at her and getting more and more aroused. Needless to say, I was hard right up until I went to sleep. And when I woke up this morning, I wasn't any less aroused.

So now I come to tonight. Marianne is at her party, thankfully. Which means I have the entire apartment to myself. I have been hard and stroking myself since the moment she left. And I must confess, I did something naughty. I laid in my daughter's bed while masturbating. But only for fifteen minutes, and I didn't let myself get off. It just seemed wrong, but erotic at the same time. After that, I decided I want to write another story. Except this one will specifically be about her. I've never done that before, so this will be a first. All of my stories have been about "other" daughters. Never my own.

Here goes.

My daddy masturbated in my bed? Oh god, reading that had made my heart start beating so fast. And now I was about to read a story about me. This seemed so many kinds of wrong, I couldn't even count them. But there was nothing under God's green earth that could pry that laptop out of my hands just then. I started reading his story.

My short fantasy.

I'm lying next to Marianne right now, in her bed. We're both naked and we've been slowly masturbating in tandem for the past half hour. It's easily the hottest experience I've ever had and I can't believe I've been able to hold back my orgasm for so long. But I can't hold on much longer. Aside from her beautiful, naked body, the shared experience itself is incredibly erotic. She's so sexy! And watching the way she has been playing with her pussy while staring at me only made it more exciting.

My daughter's face winced and her eyes fluttered shut, mouth gaping. For a few seconds, I thought she was about to cum. But then she got herself back under control and I watched as a rippling shiver rolled through her. When she focused on me again, her smile returned. My god that was hot! Unfortunately, the brief moment had pushed me right to the brink. My hand was rolling and stroking its way up and down my cock in a slow rhythm. That had been sufficient to allow me to keep my climax at bay. But not anymore. I felt that familiar tickle in the center of my shaft that told me it was coming. Fast.

With a gasp, I felt it starting. But I didn't want to waste my cum to the open air. No, I wanted to let one of my favorite fantasies play out instead. Twisting myself, I rolled toward her and then announced in a sharp whisper, "I'm going to cum on you, baby." I knew it was naughty, but once the words were out, it was all I could think about.

Marianne's seductive grin grew wider and then she nodded at me as she said, "Do it, daddy."

Oh god, my daughter was so perfect! Scrambling up onto my knees, I never once took my hand off my cock. Hovering over her gorgeous body, I stared at her. She was still diddling herself as she watched me. Her eyes went back and forth from my face to my stroking hand. She licked her lips, clearly eager for what was about to happen. My stroking sped up. I was breathing loudly the closer I got to release. Shuffling a little closer, I found myself staring at her perfect breasts. Lying on her back, gravity had pulled them down slightly. They were much rounder than how they looked when she stood upright. But the light pink nipples were hard and puffy.

My heart pounded as I continued masturbating, holding my massive erection right over her prone body. Her eyes began to flutter and I watched as her mouth opened wider. Her breathing became louder and it seemed like she was getting close too. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her diddling hand was moving faster. She was focusing exclusively on her clit, I could tell, rubbing it round and round in tiny circles.

Tingles flashed along the inside of my staff and I gasped loudly. Tipping my body forward, I stroked until the first stream of cum raced up my cock and exploded from the tip. It struck Marianne directly between her tits. She cried out at the sensation against her skin. Still stroking, I felt the second blast erupt, coating one of her nipples. The pink immediately turned white as my cum gobbed over it.

Her body suddenly spasmed and I watched as her hips arched up in the air. She started moaning wildly and then I heard her whimper, "Paint me, daddy."

And so I did. Stream after stream of cum blasted from the tip of my cock, literally painting my daughter's young body with thick, white goo. After the third load splashed against her belly, she cried out into the room. And then her orgasm began. When I saw it happen, the tingling in my shaft grew exponentially stronger. I cried out, spewing load after load onto her naked, wanting body. She writhed beneath me on her own bed, lost in the throes of ecstasy while she came. I came so hard, her body was literally drenched. She was a wet, dripping mess. She wanted me to paint her and I had.

I finished reading the short fantasy story and I was completely out of breath. Panting, I realized with a start that I had started rubbing myself through my panties while I read his story. And my pussy was dripping generously. My father fantasized about cumming on my body? And my god, why was the idea of him drizzling his load on my tits and belly so arousing to me? And the "dirty talk" he had projected onto me. It was something I had never done before. Not for real. Was that really what he wanted from me? And why was even that thought so erotic to me?

Forcefully pulling my hand out of my crotch, I shuddered. The way my pussy tingled made me realize if I had kept going, I would have had an orgasm in minutes. Then I sat there, staring at the screen. The cursor was blinking on a blank line under my father's passage. I noticed there was a little underlined marker that said "Part II". But it was blank after that. Did my daddy plan to write more to this story? Oh god, I could only imagine where he might take it next.

But then a very naughty idea popped in my head that I couldn't shake. The moment I thought about it, I knew I was going to go through with it. Even though I knew this was about to change everything between us. If I did this thing, he would no longer be clueless to the fact that I knew about his stories. About his fantasies involving me. But something had changed for me while I read his latest passage. It seemed that reading my daddy's entry had settled something inside of me. I think I finally managed to get rid of the stigma around how I felt about him. Maybe it was the kinky subject of his story. Or the fact that he had me saying the things I said. Clearly I wasn't alone in my attractions toward him. And if he had these same feelings back, what was so wrong about it?

Feeling resolved, I sat up straight and set his laptop on the table again. Then I started writing the next segment of daddy's story, but from my point of view.

I stared at my father after our mutual orgasms were over. We were both still breathing hard. When our eyes met, there was an electric connection between us. Somehow that connection seemed to make the lightbulbs brighten in the room. He was still kneeling over me, holding his cock in his hand. And he was still hard. Blessedly hard. With a smile, I pushed myself up into a sitting position right in front of him. My heart was racing as I stared at his cock. I could feel daddy's cum dripping cooly down my skin and I shivered. Then I reached a hand toward him and gently pried his penis out of his fingers. Taking hold of it myself, I slowly tilted my head back until I was looking into his eyes again.

Gently stroking my father for the first time in my life, I smeared the bubble of cum that was clinging to the tip of his penis. Licking my lips, I opened them as I leaned forward. Surrounding the head of his cock, I lapped at it. He gasped softly but didn't try to stop me. For thirty seconds, I suckled the tip of his penis. Then I pulled my head back and smiled up at him as I whispered, "Fill me with cum, daddy." Pushing my head forward once more, I opened my mouth wider and started taking him in. Slowly leaning forward, I felt him fill my mouth completely with his rod.

I had added the little "dirty talk" at the end to continue the persona he had already established for my character. Just typing those naughty words made me horny. Shivering, I closed out of the file and then put the laptop back where I found it.

Then I spent the remainder of that day feeling more nervous than I had ever felt in the past. My dad got home in the afternoon, but didn't touch his laptop. We ate dinner and then I finally headed to my room. After taking a shower, I got in bed and then waited. And waited. Would my father notice my new entry tonight? Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe it would go unnoticed forever. Oh god, I started to freak out a little. Had I seriously written a porno for my dad to find? About me and him? Oh my god! Marianne, what is wrong with you? I started hyperventilating a little. Fuck this. My nervousness bubbled over and I made another decision. I was going to go erase the stupid stuff I wrote in--