I guess the best place to start would be with a little background. First off my name is Tim. I live with my daughter Danelle, the only woman in my life since her mother died when Danni was 14 in a car crash. My wife had a life insurance policy which took care of me and Danni, and once she died I sold our old house and used the money from the sale and the insurance and moved Danni and I into a smaller house. No sense in having a big house with too many memories for just the two of us.
Anyway, my daughter just recently turned 20 and has one more year of college left before she heads off into the world leaving me all alone with the house, a dog and two cats. I always knew there was a bond between the two of us, even before my wife passed away. Danni and I were always very close, she was daddy's little girl. When she started showing all the tell tale signs of growing up, I was there to help her through the rough spots. After all growing up around four sisters, you find out a few things out about women whether you want to or not. So I helped Danni buy her first training bra, and helped her through her first period.
Since Danni knew that I was lonely she insisted on living at home all through college, this only helped to strengthen our bond. And since I was the one to help her with all her important "growing up" needs, there were no secrets between us. However some modesty did need to be enforced. We'd only caught glimpses of each other naked once or twice, and for the most part would try to stay at least semi-clothed around the house. However having a young well developed teenager running around in skimpy clothing didn't do much for keeping my libido in check.
I dated here and there, but nothing ever came of my dates. I guess most women didn't want a middle aged man with a college age daughter who was still living at home. I mean I don't think I'm a bad looking guy. Granted, I won't be giving Mel Gibson a run for his money, but I'm not ugly either.
Anyway, I know you're not reading this for my life story, you probably want me to get to the real reason you're reading this. How I came to start fucking my daughter. Right? I knew it.
Ok, it all started a couple of weeks ago. I had never really gone into Danni's room after she turned 16. It was her inner sanctum, and I never went in unless I was invited, and the one time to paint it. So it was the weekend and I was wandering around the house trying to find something to keep myself occupied when I heard the thud of something falling to the floor in her room. I knew she was out somewhere with her friends so I poked my head in to see what was going on after hearing a second thud.
The door was ajar so I poked my head into the room to find Oscar, one of the cats walking on Danni's dresser knocking stuff off with his big belly. The Tubby Tabby Danni called him. Oscar saw me, jumped off the dresser and ran out of the room when I shooed him away. I chuckled as the fat cat ran from the room and started to pick up the items he knocked down when I noticed one of the items was a vibrator.
Now I knew that Danni was sexually active. Hell, after all she was 20, and I did discuss the birds and the bees with her, and I had seen her diagphram in the bathroom cabinet. I was guessing the vibrator was for those times when her fingers just wouldn't do. I suppose she'd left it out in plain sight since she knew that I never went into her room without asking permission first, and hopefully I could put everything back so she'd never even know I was in there.
"Daddy?"
Too late.
"Hey kiddo." I said, "Look, I know I never come in your room but Oscar was in here knocking stuff over, I just came in to put it back up and..."
I realzied I was still holding the vibrator and put it down on the dresser rather quickly as if it was a snake that would bite me. She too seemed embarassed that I had touched the vibrator.
"Well," she finally said, "This is embarrassing."
"For who?" I asked, chuckling.
Again a silence.
"Look, sweetie, you don't have to embarrassed about it. Everyone masturbates, and some people like to use toys for it. I told you that before." I said.
I had told her that the first time I had caught her masturbating actually. She seemed more embarrassed that I had caught her more than she was that I had seen her naked sixteen year old body. But after I left the room and she'd gotten dressed I explained that despite what some people might think, none of the myths about masturbation were true. You wouldn't go blind, you wouldn't grow hair on your palms, you would still be able to have children and that you weren't at risk of breaking anything by masturbating. It was right after that incident that I was no longer allowed in her room without permission.
As I said, I was very open with my daughter and there were no secrets between us.
"Even you?"
"Even me. I told you this before, remember?"
"Yeah, when you caught me."
She giggled and that broke the tension between us she walked over and hugged me.
"When did you get that thing anyway?" I asked.
"Some of my girlfriends and I went out one night and just for shits and giggles we went to the sex store and we each dared each other to buy one. So I got that one." she said as we disengaged from the hug. Good thing too cause I was getting hard.
The vibrator in question was about eight inches long, smooth and pink.
"Of course if the Tubby Tabby knocked it over I'll have to clean it off before I use it again." she said picking it up and looking at the cat hair on it. "You know what I hate most about this thing though?"
"No."
"My arm gets tired." she said, putting it back down.
"That's why you have two." I said, smiling.
She grinned at me and laughed, "It's like the old pat your head and rub your belly routine. Well I find it hard to use the vibrator and pump at a speed I like and rub my clit at the same time. It just doesn't really work out, my brain can't grasp it very well."
Conversations like this were not unusual in our house, like I said, better to have everything out in the open. And if she's gonna learn about sex she might as well learn about it from me rather than out in the street. Plus she was a grown woman and I wasn't going to tell her what she could and couldn't say.
"That's why I'm glad I just have one thing to concnetrate on when I masturbate." I said imitating an up and down motion in midair. She laughed as I mimicked the jerking off movements that I usually found myself doing after a disappointing date.
"Well women can be that easy too." Danni said. "I just need room to writhe."
I looked at the bed I had bought her when she graduated from a kiddie bed to a full size bed. It was plenty big enough for her to writhe around in.
"Yeah, but to get the full effect you need your clit taken care of too." I said, "In fact if there wasn't something wrong with it I'd say come here and let daddy show you."
"What's wrong with it?" she asked, innocence sparkling in her eyes.
"Well first of all you're my daughter, and that would be considered incest." I said, "That right there is a whole lot of societal taboos in and of itself."
"Well it's not like you haven't seen me naked before. I mean you did catch me masturbating and saw me in all my glory. Besides, you'd just be showing me how to masutrbate. What's the harm in that?" she said, "And anyway, who's gonna find out? You really think I'm going to tell my friends that my daddy taght me a better way to masturbate with my dildo? And I doubt you're gonna tell your freinds."
I had to admit she had a convincing argument. "Plus," she added, "You always said that you'd rather have me learn about sex at home than out on the streets."
My dick was harder than Chineese arithmatic. What the hell, why not? If anything I'd have to change my shorts when I got done and I'd have mastabatory material for a good long while. Danni snatched up the vibrator and headed across the hall to the bathroom, I heard her turn on the faucet to wash the cat hair and any other debris the vibrator may have picked up when it fell on the floor. I stood there as she left thinking about what was about to happen.
She did have a point though. Technically since I wouldn't be having sex with her it couldn't really be considered incest. Could it? I also had to admit that I was about to see my daughter, no longer a little girl, but a woman, and the thought excited me as evidenced by the throbbing of my cock in my pants. True I had seen her naked many times as a baby when I changed her diapers, but that was expected. And I had caught her a few years earlier playing with herself, but this was different. Danni came back into the room with the now clean vibrator.
"Are you nervous daddy?" she asked.
"A bit."
"Well just look at it as clinically as you can. Think of it as a life lesson."
