Daddy's Midnight Treat

There I was, standing naked in her doorway, stroking my cock through my orgasm, and coaxing my cum to shoot onto the floor. Watching my daughter squirm with pleasure as her wet pussy enjoyed the last jolts of pleasure from her own waning orgasm.

I watched her eyes grow wide with surprise as the door swung open and she saw me standing in her doorway. Nude. With my hard, spurting cock in my hand. Unconsciously, she started to cover up her body as she realized that I had been listening to her masturbate and could now see her own half-naked, fresh, young body.

She looked at my cock, hard and throbbing. Cum was still dripping from the tip. I could see that she realized I was just as turned on by what had just occurred. Her gaze then moved up my body and locked onto my own eyes.

"Daddy?"

I was just as shocked as she was. When I left my bedroom to get a snack, I had no clue that I would be in this situation. I could see that she was waiting for me to respond, her body continuing to curl into itself to cover what had just been exposed to me.

"Uhhh. Hi, sweetheart," I said. It was an inadequate response. I knew it immediately and needed to do more to salvage the situation. Before I could process any more, I took several steps into her bedroom. She watched as I moved over to her bed, and she rolled her bent legs away from me to make room for me. I sat on the edge of her bed, my thigh coming to rest next to her hip.

Her face still showed the embarrassment and surprise she felt from the events that had just transpired. I was distracted by the warm, soft skin of her hip as it pressed against my leg. And I realized something else. The firmness of my daughter's bare ass was also grazing my thigh. But I couldn't focus on those sensations at that moment.

I looked at my daughter's beautiful face and, with surprisingly little effort, said what was in my heart. "Jennifer, honey, I'm sorry that I was spying on you. I had no intention of doing so. It just happened. But I'm glad it did. I heard what you said about wanting me to touch you and do things to your body, and I feel honored that you feel that way."

I hesitated for a second, not ready to verbalize the next thing I was about to admit. I assumed that my desires for my daughter would always stay locked in my head and heart, but I knew that I had to stay fully vulnerable with her in that moment to match Jen's own exposure. Her eyes searched my face; her own reflecting the anticipation of what I was going to say next.

I settled my nerves by taking a cleansing breath, and then pressed on. "In truth, sweetheart, I have been having the same thoughts and feelings toward you, but never imagined that anything would come of them."

Surprise quickly overtook her embarrassment as her brain started to register what I was saying. There was something else starting to show as well. Her eyebrows raised a little, her soft, full, pink lips parted to show her wet tongue, and her cheeks blushed red. Was that a bit of excitement starting to shine through? Maybe a touch of desire creeping back into her features? But she remained quiet.

Hesitant but encouraged, I continued. "Obviously, you saw how turned on and excited I got by listening to you and watching you please yourself. I couldn't help myself, Jen. The sounds and sights coming from your beautiful body melted my brain and solidified the desires that I have been dreaming of."

I watched for any sign that she was shutting down and withdrawing from the current event. Her slender body -- only about 110 pounds -- remained still and engaged in contact with my leg and hip. I looked at her chest as it rose and fell with her breathing and watched her t-shirt stretch and relax around the curves of her boobs. I saw her shirt still tenting at the peak of each breast and knew that Jen's small nipples were still hard. Outside of the awkwardness of the circumstances we were in, none of Jen's actions or micromovements gave any indication that she wanted to get out of the situation.

Her brown eyes held mine for another moment, and then they flicked down to my lap. They stayed fixed there for a few seconds. I thought I saw her tongue swipe across her lower lip. Then her eyes returned to my face. "Is, uh, that why your dick is still hard?" Jen asked, her cheeks going full red.

I didn't expect that to be the first thing she said, but I looked down to see what I already knew I would see -- my dick was still at full attention, and as hard as it was when I was watching my daughter play with her pussy and calling out for me. A small, wet trail of cum was still leaking from the tip and down toward my rigid, thick shaft. Apparently, my body didn't need a recovery period, and it certainly wanted more.

I looked back at her, seeing what looked like more desire smoldering in her sexy gaze. I reached my hand out and put it on her mid-thigh, sliding it toward her knee and back. Jen's soft, smooth skin sent sparks of desire into my fingertips. She didn't try to move her leg away but held steady. I watched her eyes close for a moment at my touch, and felt goosebumps form on her leg as I slid my hand along its length. When she opened her eyes again, I could see that desire was winning the battle of emotions broiling inside her.

I swallowed. "Yes. Yes, it is," I said. I watched her take a deeper breath in, her chest rising to fill her lungs. I could see that her nipples were even more pronounced, poking up against the thin material of her t-shirt. "I'm aroused by you," I continued. "I know I shouldn't be, but I can't help the way I feel."

I watched my daughter closely as I admitted these truths to her. She looked back at me with eyes that were more hooded than just a moment ago. I could see her embarrassment and fear receding, while anxiousness was still battling the growing desire evident across Jen's body. She glanced back at my stiff cock, throbbing against my own thigh.

"But why, Daddy?" she asked. "Why do you have sexual feelings for me?" She rolled back toward me as she asked her questions, lying flat on her back with her closed legs bent and her knees pointing to the ceiling. When she shifted her body, my hand moved from her thigh to the crevice created at the back of her bent knee, slowly stroking the backside of that same sexy, smooth leg.

I looked up at the ceiling, regathering my resolve. Then, my gaze returned to my daughter's face. "You've developed into a beautiful young woman, honey. You're so attractive and sexy. How could I not? I desire you as a man desires a woman. The fact that you're my daughter is the only reason I have kept my feelings to myself. Until now, that is."

Her breath caught as she heard my words. Her eyes held mine as my hand continued to stroke the backside of her thigh, moving closer to her ass cheek and her covered pussy with each pass. I could see thought and emotion taking turns through her facial expressions. After a moment she asked, "But what about mom?" She was curious and working through the doubts causing her internal conflict.

I answered her honestly. "Your mom is going through some natural health issues, honey. Nothing serious, just normal things that occur. These changes have impacted her sex drive in a negative way, and the medicines she uses to help her unfortunately make her associated lack of sex drive even worse."

I watched her take the information in and process it. "Her issues are not why I'm attracted to you, though, sweetheart," I explained. "You did that all by yourself." I smiled at her as my hand finally reached the crease of Jen's ass cheek. It felt so firm to the touch and only fed my lust for my daughter.

She looked over my shoulder as she considered what I said, gently biting her lower lip. Maybe it was her just thinking things through, or maybe it was my hand softly caressing her ass crease. Either way, it was fucking sexy as hell!

She looked back at me, but now she had the slightest hint of a smile on her face. She reached her hand over and laid it on my inner thigh, her fingertips sending electric shocks straight to my balls. "Well," she said. "Since you now know my own secret desire of wanting you, Dad, and since it seems that Mom isn't giving you what you need..." She paused there, trying to overcome her shyness so she could finish voicing her thoughts. "Maybe..." she started again, her eyes pleading for understanding and her face again tightening with some anxiety. "Maybe...we could help each other out."

As she finished speaking, my daughter's hand slid up my thigh, and I could feel her fingers rub my scrotum. I'm sure my face registered surprise -- both at what Jennifer had just said, and at what her hand was doing. My hard cock twitched at her touch, and I could see that pre-cum was starting to ooze down my glans again.

Her suggestion and her hand on my ball sack encouraged me in my own advancements of being able to explore my daughter's body. I slowly raked my eyes across her legs and hips, her flat belly and the curve of her breasts, the hardened nipples and the thump of her carotid artery, the soft features of her full lips and button nose.

Finally, my eyes met hers again. I could tell she was eager and expectant for my reply. Maybe even a little fearful that I was going to reject her advance. I didn't want to leave her hanging out there twisting in the wind. "I think that is a wonderful idea, hon." I smiled as her features relaxed. "I would like that very much," I affirmed. Jen appeared very pleased with my response.

When I said that last part, I slid my hand down to her ass cheek, cupped it, and squeezed the firm flesh. A slight moan escaped her mouth, and I felt her hand move to cup my balls. I let out my own sigh of pleasure, which I hoped would remove her anxiety and give her confidence to explore her desires. It seemed a barrier had been removed, and the touching of each other's bodies felt like the beginning of something incredible.

I slid my hand from my daughter's ass cheek and moved it over to her crotch, putting my fingers directly on her panty-covered pussy. My heart fluttered as I felt the warmth and wetness coming from her horny center. I stroked the gusset of her panties from the crevice of her ass to the bump of her hard clit, savoring the feel of the soft petals of her labia as I moved from point-to-point.

Jennifer moaned at my touch. "Oh god, Dad. Your fingers feel so good touching me there. Much better than I imagined." Her legs opened more as she spoke, giving me better access to her pussy. I continued to stroke the channel of her slit, the tips of my fingers getting slippery wet with her nectar.

I had re-ignited Jen's inner fire. She grew more curious and needy to explore my body. I felt her fingers move up my scrotum to the base of my cock. Her fingers slowly encircled my thick shaft. Or at least they tried. My breath caught at the sensation of my child touching my penis.

"Geez, Dad. Your dick is much bigger and thicker than I had imagined. I can't even wrap my fingers all the way around it!" Jen said. She was focused fully on gripping the base of my dick, but my fingers rubbing against her pussy lips were creating a pleasant distraction. I was also having a hard time focusing on my task, as her delicate fingers were doing a number on my member.

"Sweetheart," I said. "I have to admit that your body feels amazing, and your hand on my dick feels absolutely wonderful." I smiled at her and moaned when she twisted her hand a little bit around the base of my cock. Hearing my praise, Jennifer's face beamed with pride and pleasure flushed through her features.

In response to her touches, I hooked my fingers under the fabric of her blue thong panties and pulled them to the side, exposing my daughter's fresh, young pussy. It was even more beautiful and sexy up close than when I was spying on her from the hallway minutes ago. The thin layer of dark pubic hair covering her mons was spectacular. I brushed my fingers through the coarse hairs and watched goosebumps form on her abdomen. She sighed with satisfaction as I exposed her pussy and started stroking the skin all around it.

I dragged my fingers along her soft thigh creases -- one of my most favorite parts of a woman's body -- moving down one side, crossing her ass cheeks and wet slit, then up the other side. Jen wriggled her hips as I teased the sensitive skin next to her pussy. She was trying to get my fingers onto her hot, slick core. Her breathing became heavier as I continued exploring her crotch.

After teasing her thigh crease a couple of times, I reached up and pulled down her panties. She eagerly lifted her hips, and I slipped them down to her ankles. Seeing her fully exposed crotch right in front of my face was a moment that will forever be seared into my memory. Her beautiful pussy was so eager for my experienced touch.

I moved my hand to a different sensitive spot. Our admitted sexual attraction to each other and the ensuing exploration of each other's bodies caused my daughter's pussy to leak an increasing amount of sticky wetness from her pink center. It was slowly flowing from between her swollen labia, over her perineum, and onto her small brown butthole.

While paying very close attention to my daughter's horny pussy, she was increasing her ministrations on my genitals. I felt her fingers glide up my shaft, and I moaned again as her fingertip dipped into the increasing flow of pre-cum and started spreading it around my swollen cock head. Then I watched as she brought that finger to her parted lips and suck it into her mouth, tasting my own sticky liquid.

She closed her eyes and moaned again. The taste of my emission had clearly ramped up her desire and lust for me. "MMMmmmm," Jen vocalized, her voice low and husky. She was sucking her finger like a straw, but then pulled it out with a slight popping sound. "Fuck, Dad. Your pre-cum smells so good and tastes so sweet."

My daughter put her fingers right back on my glans and started rubbing all over the tip of my cock. Then she curled her fingers around my cock head and started stroking downward as she worked to spread the pre-ejaculate over the rest of my shaft.

I bit my lip and sucked in a breath of my own at feeling my daughter's fingers wrap around my dick. It felt amazing to have her small hand touching my manhood. "My goodness, Jennifer," I said. "Your fingers are sending tingles of pleasure straight to my balls!" She beamed with pride.

As my princess started giving me a hand job, the part of her where I placed my fingers was her perineum. I started rubbing against that sensitive flesh between her pussy and her ass. My daughter gasped pleasantly at my touch, and she spread her legs wider and pulled her knees back farther to give me better access to her womanhood. Her swollen, sticky labia spread open more as her legs did, and the movement better revealed the pink gash of her pussy.

"Daddy," she groaned. "I love the way you touch me."

Her scent filled my nose, and I about lost my mind. Jen's pussy had a little musk mixed with an element of sweet perfume. The real thing was even better than the smell of her panties that I liked to steal and use to masturbate. It was like blood in the water for a shark; I wanted to completely devour her pussy in that moment -- lick it and kiss it and suck the cream off the pedals of her labia, stick my tongue inside her young pussy, and drink her lust. My daughter turned my fire into an inferno of desire.

Her hand was slowly stroking the mushroom head of my dick, sliding down to just the very top of my shaft. My secretions were flowing even more with Jen's hand stimulating me. She briefly took it away to taste it and moaned again. Then she wet her fingers with her saliva and wrapped them back around my shaft, spreading her slick spit down to the base of my cock. My body jerked with desire from the slippery friction of her hand.

"Does this feel good?" Jen asked. She looked at me for approval, her eyes full of lust and yearning - not only from what she was doing with my body but from what I was doing to hers too.

I groaned at her delicate but perfect grip on my dick - not too light and not too strong. She was providing just the right pressure and friction against my sensitive member as she continued to slowly stroke up and down the full length of my 7-inch rod. "Mmmm, yes, sweetheart. You're giving me such wonderful sensations with your hand. You're making my entire body shiver."

While I said this, I moved my fingers away from her perineum and slid my thumb up the center of her pink, juicy slit. Her legs instinctively spread a little more and her hips raised to try and push it inside her horny love tunnel. "Uhhhhh," she moaned, then sucked in another breath.

Jen's pussy was so wet, I had no trouble at all making the pad of my thumb slippery as it traveled the length of her lusting gash. I could see the proud flesh of her clitoral hood straining around her engorged clitoris. Instead of going straight for her sensitive girl dick, I started circling around it, spreading the clear, thick juice on her upper labia and across the pubic hair covering her mons at the convergence of her crevice.

Her hips were desperately trying to corral my digit, wiggling around in hopes of guiding it toward the pulsing head of her clit. "My god, Daddy!" she quietly cried. "I'm on fire from your touch! Please rub my clit. Puleease!" she hissed.

Her hand began to increase speed as it repeatedly stroked my length. She began to tighten the squeeze on my cock and sweep her thumb over my glans at the top of each stroke. And then she added a little twisting motion that was sending my dick's nerve endings into bliss.

"Yessss!" I whispered back. I spread my own legs a little more and started pumping my hips slightly, trying to synchronize with her strokes.

I couldn't resist any longer and gave in to my daughter's desire. My thumb raked across her clitoris and started to circle directly around her clitoral hood, pressing gently against her throbbing jewel. Her hips squirmed and bucked at this new sensation as I squished blood back and forth through her engorged clit. She sighed a deep moan of pleasure as she tried to match the rhythm of my massaging thumb.

"Daddy! Mmmmm,!" she groaned. "My pussy feels so good." She hissed and moaned even more as my thumb worked its magic. "Oh god! This feels amazing!"

Music to my ears. My own orgasm had begun to build under her expert grip on my cock. Her hand job was overriding my nerve endings and bringing a tension that was going to lead to something spectacular.

My thumb started rubbing up and down against her clit, moving from her juicy slit and massaging up and over her clitoral hood. Jen's body convulsed and shivered each time I pressed against her sensitive organ. As I changed my manual stimulation technique, I maneuvered my other hand toward her creamy pussy and started dipping my fingers into her leaking, pink gash.

She immediately raised up her hips again, spreading her sexy long legs as wide as she could. The action made her pussy lips spread open more and exposed her cute little asshole to me as well. It was covered in a thick layer of pussy drizzle that continued to seep from the depths of her burning hot center.

"Fuck! That's it!" she hissed. "Finger my tight little pussy! Rub my throbbing clit!"

In unison, she slightly increased the pressure of her grip and the rhythmic stroking of my throbbing cock. "Shit yes, baby girl!" I groaned. Fuck, you make me feel so good! You're going to make me cum hard!

Jennifer's eyes were glazed over with pleasure and pride, trying hard to concentrate on giving my cock the pleasure she wanted to give while also enjoying the overwhelming excitement her pussy was feeling at her daddy's hand. We both moaned out in unison as our mutual pleasure built to its pending climax.