I had been a single man for eight years. My divorce had been messy, but after a mountain of legal costs I had finally convinced the authorities that given my ex-wife's destructive twin addictions to gambling and alcohol I should have sole custody of our only daughter, Lindsay. I had tried to shelter Lindsay, who had been ten at the time, from the fallout as my marriage disintegrated, and after her mother finally moved out she started to cling to me tightly.
Even back then Lindsay had been a beautiful young girl. Everywhere she went, people would comment on how pretty she was, and how she would 'break some hearts when she grows up'. As she grew older her natural good looks continued to blossom. Now, having just turned eighteen, she was a straight-up perfect ten knockout. I tried not to notice what a painfully sexy young woman my daughter was maturing into, but it become increasingly difficult. I found myself starting to admire her looks more and more, my gaze becoming less and less fatherly whenever she wasn't looking. Images of her started to slip into my fantasies, and before too long I decided to stop feeling guilty about it and accept it.
Lindsay and I had always been close. I was very lucky that even at eighteen my daughter still loved to curl up with me and watch movies, play games, laugh, joke and generally hang out with her old dad. I worked out a lot and considered myself in pretty good shape for forty, with a successful career, and I had dated a few women on and off over the eight years since my divorce. But my attempt at a new romance had never gone far, and it had always been my darling daughter whose company I enjoyed the most. While she was a smart, remarkably beautiful girl, she had always seemed to remain modest. That's not to say that she wasn't proud of her brains or her gorgeous looks, but she always brushed off compliments with a modest smile and never lost her kind nature.
One warm Saturday morning, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, Lindsay had come downstairs to join me for breakfast. She was wearing a white summer dress that came to mid-thigh, showing off her long slender legs. The neckline was just low enough to show a hint of cleavage from her full, incredibly perky 34d breasts, which looked even bigger in contrast to her slender body. Lindsay had been into gymnastics for years, and it showed in the graceful way she walked, the fabric of the sundress giving little teasing tosses back and forth as her well curved hips swayed hypnotically. 5'7, she was fit, flexible, and had the kind of body that would turn any man's head. Long dark, softly curled hair framed an achingly beautiful face. With pale creamy skin, a flawless complexion, soft pink cheeks and sparkling blue eyes, her youthful face looked younger than her eighteen years, in contrast to her well-developed tight but curvaceous body.
As she walked toward me where I sat at the breakfast table, I quickly ran my gaze over her, admiring my sex-bomb of a daughter, being careful to look away after a moment so as not to be obvious. "Good morning Daddy!" she greeted me, flashing a brilliant smile, full of enthusiasm on this bright summer morning. "Hey sweetheart" I smiled back, jumping up to pull out a chair for her. "Aww, always the gentleman" she smiled.
We ate breakfast together, me occasionally stealing quick glances at the cleavage between her perky jaw-dropping breasts, and admiring the way her raven curls framed her flawless doll-like face. We made small talk, then she rose from the table.
"I'm going over to Sandy's for a few hours to hang out in her pool okay Daddy?".
"Sure honey. You girls have a fun morning. I'm gonna hang out here and get some work done. I'll catch you later".
"Eww, work on a sunny Saturday? You work too hard dad" she chastised me, leaning over to give me a playful poke in the chest where I sat, treating me to a brief look straight down her dress. My cock hardened instantly at the sight of those big firm teen tits in her lacy pink bra, and I was glad my arousal was hidden beneath the table. "I know honey, but I love my job and I want to make sure you don't have to pay a dime for college".
Lindsay gave me a grateful smile. "I know daddy. I love you".
"I love you too honey. Go have fun at Sandy's".
A few minutes later Lindsay had left, leaving me home alone. I couldn't shake the image of those full creamy tits in that lace trimmed bra, so the moment I heard Lindsay's car pull out of the drive way, I went straight to my study. I pulled down my pants, and sat at my laptop. I opened an encrypted folder that I called 'work stuff', but which really contained dozens of photos of my darling daughter. Some were pulled from her facebook, some from vacation photos, but all had one thing in common – they showed off the stunning teen at her most sexy.
Wrapping a hand around my thick, eager erection, I started to click through the photos, stroking myself slowly. Here was one of Lindsay laying by a pool in a two piece bikini. I stared at her smooth flat abs, the way her dark curls spilled out to frame her gorgeous face, the swell of her D cup breasts. A click of the mouse and the photo was replaced by one of her in her body-hugging gymnastics one-piece. She was posing on the gym mat with one long leg straight up. I moaned in lust, my cock throbbing. 'God, she is so flexible" I thought, enjoying the way her chest strained against the tight fabric of the leotard.
I was still stroking my iron hard cock over my collection of Lindsay photos a few minutes later when she came back. I wasn't expected her back for hours, let alone minutes, and with my mind clouded with lust, I hadn't heard her car pull back into the driveway. Nor did I hear her come back into the house, looking for her misplaced cell phone. In fact I didn't hear her until she was standing in the doorway of my study, watching from the side as I slowly rubbed myself over photos of her. "Hey Daddy, I....oh god. Dad!".
I have never jumped so high in my life. I leapt up, simultaneous trying to pull up the pants that were around my ankles and close the images on the screen, blurting "Lindsay, I thought you were...oh shit, baby, I'm sorry". Heart pounding, it felt like it took an eternity to close the screen and pull up my pants, and of course it was too late. I was busted, and at that moment all I could think was 'my life is ruined'.
Our eyes met for a moment, mine filled with shame and fear at her reaction, hers wide with astonishment. Then without a word she pivoted, strode down the hall to her bedroom, and closed the door behind her.
For a minute I just stood there, heart going a mile-a-minute, wondering if I had just irrevocably ruined my relationship with my only daughter. I walked slowly to her door, hesitated a moment, then knocked. "Lindsay, honey, I am so sorry. I thought you were out. I....I'm sorry. You must really hate me.".
There was a brief moment of silence, then her door opened. She stood there in her sundress, and I was surprised to see that her eyes were neither wet with tears nor hot with anger. She had the same loving expression she always gave me. "It's okay daddy. I just wasn't expecting to see....that". She giggled softly. "That was a photo of me you were looking at". She said it so matter-of-factly, letting the words hang there, waiting for my response.
I hung my head, unable to meet her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I know that was a terrible thing I just did, but you are so beautiful. I'm your dad and I shouldn't notice you like that, but I couldn't help it. I don't expect you to forgive me."
"It's okay, come in for a sec" she said as she took a seat on her bed. I slumped in the chair by her dresser, and despite my feeling of guilt I still couldn't help noticing how the hem of her dress had hiked up a little as she sat on the bed, exposing a good portion of her firm thighs.
I started to speak again, to confess my shame and beg forgiveness, but she immediately cut me off.
"Ssssh. It's okay" she cooed. "I need to tell you something". She still did not sound mad or upset, and I felt myself relax just a tiny bit.
