All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
As quiet as possible, I slipped through my bedroom door, gently closing it behind me so my wife wouldn't wake. It was the middle of the night, but I was having trouble sleeping and thought a snack might help. As I turned toward the kitchen, I heard a sound that drew my attention toward the back bedroom where my daughter stayed when she is on break from college. I could see that a light was still on and the door was slightly cracked open.
I stepped softly down the hall toward her bedroom door and halfway there heard another sound coming from her room. This time I knew what that sound was - the soft moan of pleasure. I stopped dead in my tracks, taking in the realization that my daughter was masturbating in her room and I could hear how good it was making her feel.
I couldn't believe my good fortune to be in that position. I felt myself getting aroused as I thought about what she might look like laying on her bed, visualizing her sexy, curvy body writhing under the ministrations of her own hand. Slowly, I moved forward and stepped close to the door. I held my breath as I leaned in to see through the crack in the door. What I found made my eyes widen and my jaw slack with desire.
The blankets on the bed were pushed down and flipped to the side of where she was lying. Her pajama bottoms were bunched at her ankles. I could see that she was still wearing a light blue thong and it looked darker in color at the gusset, the wetness from her young slit too much to be contained. Her long legs were bent and spread wide apart. She had one hand up under her t-shirt and the other between her legs.
The nipples of her B-cup breasts were clearly protruding against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Her left hand was softly caressing and squeezing her right breast, rubbing circles around her nipple and then pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. Another soft moan escaped her mouth like a whisper, and it shot a fresh jolt of arousal through my balls and up through my thick shaft.
I sleep in the nude and certainly did not plan on finding myself standing naked in the hallway outside my daughter's door with a rapidly growing hard-on. The sight of her half-naked body, the sounds of her arousal, and the fact that my wife rarely made time for sex anymore rapidly disarmed my usual offspring boundaries. I reached down and grabbed the base of my cock, stroking slowly along my throbbing shaft to the sensitive glans.
I watched as my daughter's right hand gently stroked her inner thigh along the edge of her panties. Sliding her fingertips up one side of her pussy, moving them across her pubic mound, and then down the other side. In the low light, I could see gooseflesh pop up on her legs, abdomen, and arms as her skin responded to the teasing touch of her fingers. As those fingers reached the threshold of her asscheek, she swooped them into the groove of her crevice and pushed her fingertip into that wet crease as she drew her hand back up toward her pubis.
I could see her eyes roll back in her head as her fingers continued up the wet folds of her pussy lips, which were barely hidden by her panties. At the top of her slit I could see the slightest little bump where her swollen clitoris awaited its turn for some attention. My daughter pressed her fingers into the sensitive tissues surrounding her clit and made yet another sighing moan of pleasure as she circled and rubbed her throbbing girl dick. As she was stroking and rubbing her horny pussy, I could see the fabric of her panties really start to glisten. The gusset of her thong was completely soaked through.
In short order, my dick started oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. The sweet, slippery fluid began to cover the tip of my cock and spread down my shaft as I continued to slowly stroke its length while watching my daughter masturbate in her bed. My ball sack was already tightening and my dick was hard as stone seeing her in this state of arousal. I couldn't peel my eyes away from her half-naked body, drinking in every curve and every sign of arousal coming from this beautiful young woman - the flatness of her belly and abdomen, the stretch of skin over her hip bones, her puffed up nipples, the smooth soft skin of her inner thighs, and most of all, the curve of her pubic mound, labia, and ass. My brain was on overload with the sexy imagery of my daughter. I was becoming needy. I wanted to see more of her. I wanted to see the hidden jewel between her legs, that horny wet pussy tucked away underneath her soaked panties.
I was rubbing my thumb over my swollen, sensitive glans and giving my shaft some short, sensual strokes to mimic how I thought my daughter might give a blowjob. My desire had become a raging fire as my body responded to the sexual display my daughter was unknowingly giving me.
And then she did it.
As her passion was rising, I saw her fingers move away from her hard clitoris. She hooked them under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside to expose her horny, soaked pussy.
My breath caught again and my eyes became saucers when she moved those blue thong panties aside. My daughter's pussy was a magnet of attraction and desire. Her inner labia were coated in a layer of pussy juice, making them spread open as they stuck to her outer labia. Her pubic hair looked natural and untouched, being close cropped to her pubic mound and ending in a point at the convergence of her labia and clitoral hood. Her legs butterflied even more and I could see the glistening pink of her slit.
My cock jerked in my hand at the sight of my daughter's pussy being exposed to me. My hand started stroking the full length of my thick shaft, squeezing the tip at the end of each stroke before repeating the action more quickly. I watched as she dipped a fingertip deeper into her moist center, using gentle shallow movements to penetrate her pussy. Her other hand started to alternate between her hardened nipples, continuing to squeeze and pinch them in rhythm with the motion of her fingertips sinking deeper inside her wet tunnel.
