I found a picture of my 18-year-old daughter posing in a white lace teddy. Her blond hair was curled with dark makeup highlighting her blue eyes. She had on matching white seamed stockings with long heels propping her small legs up. It appeared to be taken in some cheap motel room with her small body standing out against the wild floral patterned background. I couldn't believe my daughter would pose with her legs spread and chest thrust out. I could see her pink nipples and pouty mound showing through the transparent material of the slutty lingerie she wore. My daughter posing for naughty photos? ... Who took the picture? The thought of her being sexual active made my stomach roll but I was sinfully excited, too. I tiptoed from my daughters room, photograph in hand, debating whether to confront her or tell my wife.
I was still looking at the picture when my wife came home from work. I was thinking about my young, lovely daughter looking like one of my fantasy girls from the Internet. The taboo nautre of the situation didn't stop my groin from stirring. I was at a loss for ideas or options and figured my wife would take care of this unusual situation. I figured she would at least try and straighten Becky out.
"I think you should have a look at what I found in Becky's room today," I sighed, as my wife came in our bedroom.
"Oh...?" she asked, sitting down on the bed next to me looking at the picture closely. Her forehead wrinkled and her eyes squinted at the site of her daughter looking so graphic and mature. I was prepared for her to break down crying or even to start shouting. Instead, she handed me the picture back and started undressing.
"Well? What do you think, Babe. What should we do? Obviously she is fucking someone... what are we gonna say to her?"
She unzipped her skirt and turned to me in her white bra and pantyhose. "Do? Do what? I think she looks very sexy and I am sure she is making some boy very happy. Why do you have a problem with that? She has always been trustworthy and intelligent. And why are you still snooping around her room, anyway? Did you look through her underwear drawer again?"
My wife had seemed perturbed when I had confronted her at finding out that our daughter was wearing thong underwear. She said I shouldn't have been so nosey and our daughter could wear whatever was comfortable. I didn't agree since a girl of her age should never be comfortable in such slutty clothing. I lost that argument, as usual.
I may have been over the line snooping in Becky's room but, my young daughter posing for almost nude photographs was a serious situation to me. My wife dismissed my ranting and jumped in the shower, drowning out any further discussion. I put the picture in a safe place after one long, last look. The image of her licking her lips with her small tongue made me wonder what she did with that sensual mouth. I wondered what it would feel like wrapped around my cock. I noticed the way her plump breasts pushed against the lace material of her teddy... The way her firm abdomen led to the V between her shapely legs. My dick was completely erect as my mind swirled with wicked thoughts of my young daughter.
Later that night, I waited beside the garage. My adrenaline was rushing as I strained to see through the darkness. A small back porch light illuminated the driveway as my daughter came home. A sporty old Firebird revved its engine once and then was quiet. I could see two people entwined in the front seat, as I peered around the corner. Obviously her boyfriend was dropping her off and trying to get some last minute nookie before she ran into the house.
I bent down and crawled towards the passenger side of the car. As I leaned up, looking into the window, I could clearly see Becky making out with some kid wearing a leather jacket and jeans. His hand was under her shirt, feeling her breasts. They were kissing like heated lovers when I noticed Becky's hand on his crotch. My heart was racing at the site of Becky fondling this boy. I tried to breathe in small gasps to prevent hyperventilating or maybe even fainting.
