Daniel was raising his 18 year old daughter Sara alone since his wife Hannah had died 6 years earlier. It had been a loving, wonderful marriage, ended way too soon by the cancer that started in Hannah's ovaries. Losing her had devastated both Daniel and Sara, but Daniel decided he owed it to his late wife to make sure he raised Sara right. He had a business to run, but his daughter would always be his first priority.
That meant being there for Sara when she had a track meet (she ran 400 meters) or when she was in a school play. Being the boss does have its privileges, after all. And it also meant being father and, as much as possible, mother to their daughter. Hannah had "the talk" with Sara before she died, as far as she could with a 12 year old, and Daniel filled in the rest as much as he could. The things he couldn't talk to her about were left to Sara's gynecologist (a woman) and Daniel took her to her appointments until she was old enough to drive herself. He never asked Sara any details about what Sara and her doctor talked about; it was none of his business, and he only needed to be told if there were anything physically wrong.
As Sara grew up, Daniel gave her more and more freedom, and she earned it by behaving responsibly, doing well in school, and not coming home drunk or high. They took turns cooking and split most of the other chores, and a cleaning woman came in twice a week to keep their home tidy.
Sara looked much like her mother. Like Daniel, Hannah was Jewish, but whereas Daniel had come from European Jews, Hannah was from Iraqi Jews who were forced to leave after centuries there in 1948. First they went to Israel, and later to the New York, where Hannah was born. She had had a deep olive oil complexion, very dark, with black curled hair and deep brown eyes. Sara took after her mother, the same complexion and hair and eyes, but her features were different. Everyone who met Sara thought she was stunning, slender like a runner needs to be, small breasts with long, strong legs. She was very smart, almost a straight A student, and had a sharp sense of humor. She and her father were huge Monty Python fans, something Hannah didn't get at all. Father and daughter were as close as could be.
Daniel was 46, slim build which he maintained by swimming 4-5 times a week, with thinning brown hair that was greying at the temples. He owned a computer services company with 40 employees. It was very profitable, and kept him busy, but he always made time for Sara, and always got home for dinner.
As time went on, of course Sara became more independent, spending more time with friends, dating different boys, living her own life. But Daniel never tried to start dating again, figuring he had enough on his plate running his business and raising his daughter. When she went out, he would either work from home or relax watching a ball game or catching up on his casual reading. But time did go on, and as Sara was around less and less, he did get lonely, and Daniel figured when Sara went away to college next year, he'd try to see about meeting someone, or more than one someone.
Sara did worry about her dad. She thought he was handsome, had a good mind and sense of humor, and he really shouldn't be alone. She appreciated all he had done for her as a single parent, really appreciated how he didn't infringe on her personal life like so many fathers of her girl friends did. She knew he trusted her and she was determined to justify that trust. She wasn't a virgin, having had sex with a few guys, and a couple of girls, but she wasn't a slut about it. Like many teens now, she'd seen porn, and there was a kinky side to her that she was afraid to try to explore with guys from school, worried they'd talk about her wilder nature and get her a bad reputation.
On this Thursday morning, Sara said "Dad, I'm not going to be home for dinner. We have rehearsals for next weeks play, and we'll be there until at least 8 tonight. Will you be ok picking up something for yourself?"
"Sure honey, I can manage. I've done so before, haven't I" Daniel said with a sparkle in his eyes.
"I really wasn't worried about it, dad. I know you know how to go to the drive thru or order Chinese delivery. Or maybe you should splurge and pick up some sushi!" she teased her dad.
"MMMM sushi. Haven't had that in a while. I think it's decided!"
"Oh, and can you at least start the laundry for me, dad? I don't want to still be washing and folding clothes at 11 tonight."
"Sure, no problem, sweetie. I think I remember how to use the washer and dryer. Your grandmother raised me right."
"Thanks, dad! I gotta run, and you need to get going as well" she said, pointing to the clock.
"Ok, I'll see you tonight, sweetie. Call me if anything changes. You know where I'll be all day" he teased.
Daniels' day passed as usual, the typical problems and solutions. and before he knew it, it was 6PM and time to go home. He only lived 15 minutes from the office, so it was a short ride home, with a brief stop to get sushi for dinner. He ate while watching news, feeling a little lonely tonight. He then remembered he promised to do the laundry, or at least start it for Sara.
He put the first load in after separating everything. He noticed in the second load were Sara's bras and panties. He rarely gave such things any thought. He knew she liked nice, expensive things since he paid her credit card bill. She had a set amount she could spend on clothing etc. each month and was usually pretty good at keeping to her limit. But he knew which stores she liked to shop in, so he knew she had expensive tastes in lingerie.
He saw on top of this pile was a pair of red, lace bikini panties, and he picked them up. When Hannah was alive, she also wore mostly sexy underthings, and they even incorporated them into their sex lives. Now he was fondling these lacey, sexy panties, and his cock was getting a bit of a rise in his slacks. Then he did something he never would have imagined doing: he lifted his daughters panties to his nose, smelling her scent from the crotch, a scent he hadn't smelled in years now, not in panties, not straight from the source. His dick swelled until it was starting to ache in his slacks.
He just had this overwhelming desire come over him with Sara in his mind. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself and he unbuckled his belt, opened and unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor. Next went his boxers, until both were puddled at his ankles in the laundry room. He then found another pair, dark blue satin panties, and he wrapped those around his dick, stroking himself slowly with the soft, slinky material, while inhaling Sara's wonderful, feminine scent, very womanly, from the red lace pair.
Daniel let out a low moan, smelling, stroking, his hand moving gradually faster and faster. Of course he had masturbated during the lonely years, but never like this. The feeling, the heady odor, the thought of his beautiful daughter, were sending him pleasure he hadn't experienced in a very long time. He was getting close to cumming now, stroking faster.
"Dad, are you in...OH MY GOD! DAD WHAT..." Sara screamed and then ducked out of the room, running down the hall, through the kitchen to her room, slamming the door, before Daniel was even fully aware to what happened. His dick immediately wilted, he dropped her underwear, and pulled up his pants as quick as possible.
Oh, god, he thought, what have I done??? Being caught jerking off by your daughter is embarrassing, but hardly traumatizing, he thought. But she caught me with her panties, one pair on my face and another on my cock!! She'll never forgive me! What if she moves out? What if she never talks to me again??
Daniel didn't know what to do. He sat back down in his den, in a state of semi-shock. He was humiliated and ashamed. How could he even try to talk to her about this? He really was at a loss, his heart pounding in his chest, and it felt broken, like he had destroyed their close, loving relationship, perhaps for all time. I have to at least make sure she's ok, he thought. I can't just ignore her.
Daniel went down the hall to Sara's bedroom and knocked softly at the door. "Sara, honey, are you ok? Can we talk? I am so sorry, honey. I can't even begin to tell you."
Silence for about 10 seconds. Then "Dad, can we talk about this tomorrow night? It's a school night, and I think this is going to take a long time. Tomorrow night, ok?"
Well, at least she's talking to me. "OK honey. I'm sorry, so sorry, Sara."
