EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS EIGHTEEN OR OLDER.
It was Friday and the start of one of those days. Everything that could go wrong did. First of all, my car started acting up on the way to work. A block from the office, the engine started knocking and then went kaput. I called AAA and had it towed to the dealership. The dealership was backed up and wouldn't be able to work on it until the next week. That left me stuck without a car until Monday. The dealership promised to deliver a loaner car on Monday.
To make matters even worse, I hadn't had sex in over a month. My wife, Patricia, had gone back to school and earned a law degree. She was now working long hours at the largest Law firm in town, trying to make a junior partnership. We were lucky to see each other coming and going, much less finding time for a relaxed roll in the sack. To say I was a bit horny was an understatement.
When I sat down at my desk, my secretary, Millie, put a cup of coffee in front of me and apologized in advance for the bad news she was about to deliver. I don't know the name of Millie's perfume, but one whiff and my cock stiffened. Not from Millie but the sexy aroma and the fact I hadn't had sex in weeks. Millie is not a particularly attractive woman. However, she does have a pretty face and a beautiful smile, but she is way too heavy to suit my taste.
Millie informed me that two of my biggest clients were threatening to take their business elsewhere. I spent the next three and a half hours on the phone negotiating a new contract. We went back and forth, making offers and counteroffers. I gave it my best effort, but I ended up giving away more than I usually do. Normally I am a very tough negotiator, but since being caught off guard, the contract wasn't as lucrative for us as in the past. At least I was again able to retain the client's multimillion-dollar business.
After I wrapped up the deal, I had a splitting headache and needed to go home. It was just after lunch, and since my car was in the shop, I had to beg a ride home with a colleague. The solitude of my home was just what I needed. My daughter, Sally, was at school and my wife wouldn't get home until after six o'clock or possibly later. I took a potent pain killer that my doctor had given me months ago for an injured back. It was probably a stronger pain killer than I needed, but I gulped it down with a swallow of water and crashed on the den sofa.
I don't know how long I was out when I heard the backdoor slam, followed by the sound of soft footsteps scurrying down the hallway toward Sally's bedroom. She dropped her book bag with a loud thump. I assumed it was around six o'clock because Sally had cheerleader practice Friday afternoons and usually got home about six. Next, I heard the shower running in her bathroom. I wanted to get up and let her know I was home, but I was groggy from the pain pill. I rolled over and went back to sleep.
I awakened sometime later and had no idea how long it had been since Sally arrived home. I went into the kitchen and drank a large glass of water, and then noticed the clock over the stove indicated it was only three-thirty. She must've skipped cheerleader practice for some reason. I shuffled down the hall you greet my daughter and find out why she was home so early. As I neared Sally's bedroom door, I thought I heard a moan. My first thought was she might have fallen in the shower and injured herself. The next sounds stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Oh my God, Daddy, that feels so fucking good."
That couldn't be coming from my daughter's bedroom, I thought. I stopped and listened for a second, then I heard.
"Fuck yes, Daddy! Keep your tongue right there. Oh yes, yes, yes, keep doing what you're doing. I'm gonna cum soon."
I was shocked! No, I was more than shocked to learn that my little girl, my sweet innocent little girl was watching porn on her computer. I didn't know if I should interrupt her or just let it go. I didn't want to embarrass her, but sooner or later she is going to find out I was at home. It could trouble her more, wondering if I was aware of what she had been doing. I took a deep breath and stepped into Sally's bedroom.
"Oh shit," I almost screamed. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle any sounds as I stood frozen, ogling my naked daughter's body. I was very horny and extremely aroused. I was disgusted with myself yet turned on at the same time. Still, I'm her Dad, and I shouldn't continue looking at my daughter, but I was enjoying what I saw far too much. I needed to allow Sally her privacy and relieve my throbbing cock in privacy. Still, despite that, I stayed frozen where I was, gawking at my naked daughter.
Sally was lying in the middle of her bed completely nude, and her long blond hair unfurled, forming a blond halo around her head. Her eyes were screwed shut, and her breathing was shallow, rapid, and raspy. Her legs were splayed open, exposing her silky blond pubic hairs that sparsely covered her young vagina. Sally had a large, silver bullet-shaped vibrator. She held it in her right hand while spreading her pussy lips with the left hand.
I could see her clit, which was already hard and aroused in anticipation of what was coming next. As soon as the vibrator touched Sally's clit, she threw her head back and moaned. Sally's breasts seemed to have a life of their own as they quivered and danced slowly in time with the actions of the vibrator. I gasped. Sally heard me and sensed someone was in her room. Her head popped up, her eyes snapped open, and she instinctively slammed her legs shut.
"Oh my God, Daddy! What are you doing home?" she shrieked.
Sally let go of the vibrator and tried to cover her breasts with her right arm and her pussy with her left hand. The image of her blond manicure vagina forever imprinted in my mind. I had never entertained sexual thoughts of my daughter. Sure, I had noticed she was growing into a beautiful young woman, but she was my innocent little girl, and I was her Dad. However, I was super horny at that moment, not having had sex in almost a month from Patricia. I even tried to blame my weakness on the potent pain killer.
I scrutinized Sally's breasts more closely than I had ever before. They were perfectly round, perfectly symmetrical, with small pink areoles and eraser shaped nipples that stood like cone-shaped spikes. No. They were more like little studs in a snow tire. My cock stirred in my pants and then went from stirring to trying to break free of my pants. Horny barely described what I was feeling at that moment.
We were both at a loss for words. I didn't want to see my sweet baby girl traumatized by what had just happened. I stepped further into her room and sat on the edge of Sally's bed, searching for the words to put her mind at ease. I wanted her to know that there was nothing wrong with masturbating. It was a normal biological part of growing into a woman. I wasn't sure if I could adequately express that with a hard cock threatening to rip through my pants at any second.
Sally was blushing a crimson red and couldn't bring herself to look me in the eyes. It took me a minute to realize Sally's eyes were glued to my oh so visible erection. I placed my right hand on her knee and said, "It's okay, Honey. You have done nothing to cause you shame. It's something we all do at one time or another."
Sally slowly shifted her gaze from my crotch. She sat up, apparently over her initial embarrassment, and folded her legs in a modified lotus position, exposing her tits and beautiful little pussy to me. She slowly raised her crystal blue eyes to meet mine and whispered, "Everyone?"
I tried to maintain direct eye contact with her. It took all my concentration not to let her catch me stealing a glance at her tits or pussy. I nodded my head and repeated, "Yes, Honey, everyone."
Her eyes sparkled when she asked, "Even you and Mom?"
I cleared my throat and assured her, "Yes, even me and Mom."
Sally seems relieved to hear that, and a smile flashed across her face.
"Everyone has certain biological needs that have to be met," I said. "When there is no one around to help with that need, you often have to take matters into your own hands, so to speak. In your case, your vibrator."
Sally giggled and threw her arms around my neck and said, "Daddy, I love you soooo much. You are so understanding."
When I felt her breasts press against me, it was my turn to blush. I smiled at Sally and said, "I was young once, and I remember the strain my raging hormones placed on my teenage body. If you have any questions, feel free to ask your Mom or me."
Sally blushed again and started to say something, but hesitated. I noticed her hesitation and wanted her to feel comfortable discussing any personal matters with me.
"If you have something else you would like to discuss, Sweetheart, go ahead. I'll answer any questions you may have," I prodded.
