As a young father you get to experience a lot in life. The joys of fatherhood, the trials and tribulations of dealing with the family, the pure joy of watching your kid grow up. I was only 16 when I first had my daughter. Just a young knucklehead with no goals. However, that was 18 years ago. Today I am a successful businessman with my own small company. My daughter's mother and I did not stay together. We tried to make things work but after college. We realized that we were growing in different directions. She eventually got married and had another child. Me, I never married and after one failed relationship after another. Decided to put more time into starting my own company. Which, I ended up doing.
This weekend was my weekend for my daughter to come stay with me. Even though she was now legally an adult she still felt that she needed to spend some time with her old man. We both knew that since she was going off to college in the fall. Our time together would be limited to holidays and special occasions. I was home watching a porno tape the day her mother dropped her off. I hadn't even heard them pull up in my driveway I was so engrossed. I was slowly massaging my cock as a man ravenously attacked some woman's ass on the screen. The sound of a beeping horn caught my attention. I stopped the tape and duck walked over to look out the window. I got there just in time to see my daughter's mother car driving off down the street.
"Hey dad. You in here?" The door to my room swung open and my daughter entered the room.
I spun around from the window with my dick in my hand and my sweat pants pooled around my ankles.
My daughter face went from pleasant surprise to shock when she realized what I was holding in my hands. Then it dawned on her what I might have been doing. You could see the look of disgust. "Ooops!" she said. Then quickly and quietly closed the door. I had not moved from my original position. One had on the blinds. The other on my dick and my mouth stood agape. In a jillion years the last thing a father wants his daughter to see him do. I think jerk-off would be up there. After the door closed. I quickly pulled up my sweatpants from off the floor. I stood there contemplating what my next move would be. How do I rationalize this to a girl of eighteen? I didn't know what I was going to say but I knew I had to say something and say it quick. I opened the door to my room and crossed the hall to room where my daughter stayed when she visited. Her bag was on the floor but she wasn't in there. I checked the bathroom. Not there either. I thought I heard the front door open and I quickly went downstairs.
Downstairs I found my daughter in the kitchen. Calmly making herself a sandwich. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her back was facing me and I found myself admiring the sleek lines of my daughter's body. She had her mother's round fat ass. Said ass was prominently on display in the short track spandex shorts that she was wearing. Her legs were long and muscular from 4 years of running track. She still had on her short ankle socks although her shoes were kicked to the side. She turned around to face me. We both stood there silently. Neither one of us saying a word. I still didn't know what to say.
"You want a sandwich?" she asked. Her eyes went from my face down to my waist.
"Uh no sweetheart. I'm not hungry, thanks." I watched, as her eyes seem to lock onto my groin region. I looked down to see that my hard on was still evident in the cottony confines of my sweatpants. Now that she was facing me I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts weren't large again like her mother. I think they were about a B or so if I remembered right. So she usually never wore them. My daughter had on a half-shirt that stopped at the top of her rib cage. Exposing her six pack stomach to me. I think my dick achingly bobbed up and down without my consent. I had to save some face.
"On second thought, make me whatever you are having. I seem to be having some technical difficulties here. So, I'll be right back."
"Ok dad." She said and turned back into the refrigerator. When she turned I imagined myself sliding between her soft cheeks into her moist pussy. I shook the thought away and rushed back upstairs. I realized that my hard on was not going away with out some release. I made my way into my bathroom and started to jerk my dick off. No matter how I tried, I couldn't get the vision of my daughter bent over out of my head. I jerked off furiously and when I came. I felt both ashamed and still strangely aroused about the fact that I had such an explosive orgasm thinking about my own daughter. I cleaned up the mess I hade made on the floor and washed my hands. My erection mercifully had subsided. I figured the only way to treat what had just happened was with laughter.
I came out the bathroom to find my daughter sitting on my bed. Indian style. Her thighs were splayed apart and I could see the outline of her pussy through her shorts. To make matters worse. She was playing the tape I had shut off but not removed from the vcr earlier. I froze momentarily. My eyes alternated between her and the sexual carnage that was unfolding on the screen.
"Let me turn this off." I said walking over to the vcr.
"No daddy, it was just getting good." She whined to me in her little baby voice. The voice that had gotten her so many things in the past. "Come?" she said patting the bed. " I brought your sandwich upstairs."
"Thanks honey." I went over and sat on the bed. Since she was up by the headboard I had to take residence down by the footboard. Thus, when I looked up to talk to her I was staring right between her thighs. Directly into her sweet spot.
