It was on a Sunday afternoon, in my own home, a sexual adventure that I had not expected. The beginning of something even greater. In family secrecy.
Three days after turning 18, my youngest daughter Darlene came into the smaller living room of the house, where I was getting ready to watch some sports on TV.
Looking at me with a wide, friendly smile, she said something I never imagined.
She is a pretty little blonde, green eyes, short, straight, thick hair, and a still-youthful expression.
Without embarrassment, she stood in front of me and spoke softly, in a naturally youthful way, without provocation, "Daddy, you've seen Mommy naked every day for twenty-five years; do you want to see now one of your daughters too?"
"Wh... what!?", I asked in bewilderment and disbelief. Was I really hearing that? In my house? From the mouth of my youngest daughter?
Ignoring my surprise, she continued and hurried to confirm.
"You're not mistaken. That's exactly what you heard, Daddy. I'm your daughter, the youngest. My two sisters didn't do this, but I want you to see me naked, to know my body, to see what naked girls are like. I need this, it's a great desire of mine, do you understand?"
No, no, I didn't understand. No father understands, even the most perverted ones.
"But... you're... you're... that is... you're not...?", I continued expressing my perplexity, which was genuine and perfect.
"Virgin? That's what you mean and can't pronounce it," Darlene helped me, verbalizing what I was reluctant to express.
"Yeah... that... that's exactly the point... so you're not...", my embarrassment and parental shyness did not allow me to express myself clearly. I was not used to this kind of dialogue with my daughters. In our family, usually the daughters' private matters were handled between them and their mother. That was how it was with the two oldest.
Darlene was provocatively subverting the things.
"Oh, no, Daddy. Don't think like that. My cherry is intact. I'm not violated. Not yet. I've always been a good girl. But now I've grown up. You said yourself that I'm an adult, a woman. Remember? You said that when you cut my birthday cake. And Mommy applauded. She also said that I'm a beautiful woman.
"Oh... yes... yes... daughter... you are... are an adult... but...", I had a real hard time having that kind of dialogue. Not with my own daughter.
"No hesitation, Daddy. No wavering. Do you want to know my body? Make me listen," she remained firm and resolute.
"But... well... you know, it wasn't like that with your sisters, we've always been a discreet, traditional family, you want to be different," I still tried to argue, showing the sensitivity of a father.
"Well, times change, things change, everything transforms. So, get ready, Dad. I've already decided, you're going to see me naked," my daughter Darlene said, with a bit of casual philosophy and a determined and firm demeanor that she was willing to follow as a characteristic of her adult personality.
Matching her words to the actions, the blonde Darlene reached for the skirt of her short dress, lifted it up, and gracefully pulled it over the head.
What I saw turned me on immediately.
Darlene wasn't wearing a bra. She stood before me wearing only a pair of sensual, pretty, thin white panties.
Slender body, firm thighs, and small, round, very firm breasts with beautiful, erect pink nipples.
I'm her father, but I got excited, I felt all the sensations of arousal, my cock trembled and began to harden.
I was 51 years old and the moment I saw my daughter half-naked I felt a youthful emotion. The ardor of the first years of marriage. The same arousal I felt for her mother.
"Am I pretty, daddy? Do you like what you see?" she asked, in a tone of sensuality and pride.
And without giving me time to answer, she put her hands on her hips and quickly removed the little white panties.
What I saw excited me even more.
The ass, white, perfect, firm and my daughter's cunt.
More than anything else - besides the small, pretty breasts and the well-shaped ass - it was the pussy that excited my mind and heated my libido.
Since I met Hellen, my wife, Darlene's mother, I have not seen any other cunt but hers. 28 years without seeing any other pussy.
And then, my daughter took off her panties and I saw her pussy.