I sat back shocked. It was the only word I could think of to describe what I was feeling. Shocked!
I'd been worried about my daughter, she'd been acting a little 'off' lately, acting differently, not her usual self you know? So like any good father my first thought was to rummage through her room and check for anything that might give me a clue as to her change in personality, hoping to god it wasn't drugs. I'd just finished snooping on her computer... and to say that I was alarmed was an understatement.
I wasn't a prude by any means, and I knew that kids these days were growing up faster and faster, becoming sexually active and such well before they were ready -- unfortunately it was simply a result of the times, social media making sex so readily available and influencing the young teenager at a baser, more primal level. But what I found on my little girls computer gave
even
me pause.
I'd never thought of her as more than just my little girl, even though she was now eighteen. Of course I knew she was growing up, becoming a woman, I wasn't entirely clueless but she was only ever my baby you know, not a sexual being.
But well, now after seeing what I had just seen, my view of her was bound to change. Her browser history showed an ever expanding pattern of looking at porn sites, all free and all with explicit content, not just pictures but full length movies as well. I was blown away, and feeling not a little duped as I never even knew any of these sites existed. Even though I knew it was wrong I took note of a few of the more explicit sites with the intent of checking them out more fully on my own computer later that night.
That fact alone should have been more than adequate to concern me, but when I checked into her favourites I found a number of individual videos from the sites that my little girl had saved. I clicked through them, watching a few minutes of each with the sound turned down, each one making my eyes grow wider and wider, not to mention a certain amount of growth was happening in my shorts as I watched what my daughter had been watching.
They were internet posted videos of older men ranging in age from late thirties to possibly early fifties, in various stages of bodily fitness, and every single one of them were with younger girls. All probably eighteen and legal enough to be in a porn production, but the age gap was unmistakeable. That alone was disturbing enough as my first thought on seeing them was that my little girl was caught up with someone much,
much
older than she was, perhaps a teacher of hers and instantly I felt my gut clench along with my fists at the thought. I'd kill any man that laid a finger on my baby, the fact that she might have been a willing participant not even figuring into my reaction.
I flicked from one to another to another, each one along the same lines, each one showing a much older man fucking some nubile young teenager and her loving it. I was just coming to terms with this, when I felt my heart stop as I turned up the speakers and listened to the verbal interaction of the porn actors. At first I thought I had misheard the dialogue, and then a moment later I was wishing that I hadn't heard the dialogue at all! Not only was this porn with an older male and younger girl, but this was made out to be Daddy Daughter porn. I gulped and panicked as I quickly shut down the browser and the computer and rushed out of my daughter's room.
I went and hid in my room trying to wrap my head around what I had just witnessed. What on earth had possessed my little Maddie to start watching that sort of thing? I just couldn't figure it out. I'd never done anything untoward with my little girl. I don't think I'd even so much as accidentally let her see me naked
ever.
So then why? How? What on earth could make her want to watch something like that?
Admittedly I was the only parental figure around, her mother (my now ex-wife), having bailed on both of us a few years ago to be with '
Tyson
', a guy she'd been having an affair with from her office.
That had hurt Maddie a great deal and now she rarely even saw her mother. The last time was when she had been thirteen and they'd had a raging argument. I'd had to go pick her up at two in the morning from the bus stop outside of her mother's apartment. Maddie had told me that Melissa was a bitch and she hated her and never wanted to see her mother again. I'd taken that to heart and sued for sole custody. Melissa hadn't even put up a fight which didn't truly surprise me but it should have made me a little suspicious, although at the time I simply put it down to Melissa being a self absorbed bitch and left it at that.
I had asked Madeline what the argument had been about but my little Maddie had stubbornly refused to tell me more than it had been a big fight with her mother and that was that. I didn't want to push, as it seemed to upset her a great deal, so I left it alone and then finally stopped asking when I saw that Maddie was coping much better as time passed. Now, now I wonder whether I shouldn't have pushed a little harder to get it out of her. Obviously something had happened that set her down this path that set her to watching incest videos.
Images seemed to play across my mind and I was still very aware of the fact that my dick was still hard in my pants. I didn't think it could have -- or should have -- been possible for me to be aroused by the situation but I was. The imagery I kept seeing in my head, the older men caressing their younger, beautiful counterparts and the knowledge that it was supposed to be a daughter and her Daddy did strange things to my head.
I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn't be thinking about such things but for the life of me I couldn't stop my heart from pounding or the rush of blood that throbbed through my engorged cock. I tried pacing about my room, trying in vain to push the images away from my mind, but to no avail. In fact it was becoming increasingly awkward to keep walking about with the massive boner pressing against the zip of my pants. I grit my teeth as I realised that I wouldn't have any choice but to physically make it go away.
I mean, I know it'd been a while since I'd been laid, easily a year, and though I had tried to get back into the dating scene I just couldn't seem to find anyone I felt truly compatible with. Once bitten twice shy I guessed, but that hadn't really worried me before now. Now though, well maybe I should have tried a little harder to find another woman? Who knew, maybe that would have made all the difference with Maddie? Maybe it might have helped to dissuade her from her current interest in incest? Who could really say, but for the moment I was much too distracted to think it all over properly.
I gulped as I squeezed myself through my pants and then groaned softly as I felt a dribble of pre-cum ooze from the tip of my fully inflated cock. I shook my head and grit my teeth again as though I tried not to consciously think about it, I unzipped my pants and reached inside my shorts to free my fat member. I wrapped a hand around my thick veiny length as I pulled it free and groaned inwardly as I noticed how hard I was.
The head was dark purple and angry looking, glistening with a slippery film of pre-cum and so hot in my grasp. I couldn't help myself, I began stroking. My eyes nearly rolled up into my skull as I pumped my fist along the length of my cock. Instantly those images that refused to get out of my mind jumped to the forefront and I found myself thinking about those beautiful young girls as I wanked my cock in my room. I felt a vague sense of jealousy as I thought of the guys that were fucking them, and I couldn't help but picture myself as being the guy standing behind the delicious young thing as she knelt on hands and knees, swishing her butt at me and begging for her Daddy to fuck her.
I tried to keep an image of one of the girls from the videos in my mind as I heard the words ticking over in my head.
"Oh Daddy, please Daddy fuck me, fuck your little girl I want it so bad Daddy!"
The words I replayed in my head making my cock throb even more as I stroked faster. God I couldn't believe how horny I was right at that moment. Never before in my life had I ever thought about anything as remotely taboo as incest, not ever, but right at this moment the thought of a Daddy doing his daughter had me so turned on I could hardly breathe.
I swear I tried my hardest to keep the image of one of the girls from videos in my head, her young nubile body underneath me, writhing in pleasure as I fucked her hard, her voice crying out in my ear, "
please Daddy fuck me, fuck me."
But before long, images of my little Maddie began filtering in. Every time I became aware that it was Madeline I was seeing in my head, I shied away from it, forcibly refocusing my mind on some random young nymph from the movies, but it wasn't long before my little girls visage snuck back into my head. I kept trying to push it away but she always returned. Finally I gave up and though I tried not to acknowledge that it was Maddie I was thinking about, I knew that the line was beginning to blur. The line became so blurry I didn't realise I'd rubbed it out completely until I felt my cock expanding and I groaned out my little girls name as my cock throbbed painfully and exploded in my hand, my cum shooting out from my dick in blasts and landing with a soft splat on the carpet between my feet.
I was breathless; I had never cum as hard as I did in that moment, thinking about my little girl as she begged me to fuck her. Cum drizzled out and ran over my knuckles as I continued to stroke my cock and I squeezed every last drop from it. I felt guilt swirl, as a kind of revulsion shook through me making me feel like some twisted, perverted creep as I realised I had just cum while thinking about fucking my own daughter. What on earth was wrong with me?
After a moment I pulled myself up short. If I felt this way, how then did my little Maddie feel? I mean, she was the whole reason I'd suddenly been thrust into this predicament. What on earth had happened to get her into this ... this '
incest'
thing? There had to be something didn't there? It wasn't just like one day she woke up and decided she'd be interested in fucking her daddy? No I was sure there was more to it than that and I was determined to find out what that was -- surreptitiously of course.
Once I felt I had gotten myself adequately under control I cleaned myself up and went about my usual business. I knew Maddie would be home from flute lessons soon and I'd better get my butt into gear and start dinner. I popped my head back into Maddie's room for a moment to double check that I hadn't left any tell tale sign that I'd been in her room. When I was fairly sure that she wouldn't be alerted to my snooping I closed her door and went to the kitchen to get on with dinner.
