As I turned the key in my apartment door my heart sank as I heard Western pop music coming from my teenage daughter Noreenâs room.
I sighed as I hung my coat in the cloakroom.
I had hoped to spend an hour in peace and quiet, checking my e-mails and reading my newspaper before my family returned from work and college.
I am a journalist on the Lahore Chronicle in Pakistan. I live with my 40 yr. old wife Nadia, mother Nargis and daughters Noreen 18 and Yasmin 16.
Her door was slightly open as I prepared myself to ask her to turn the music down. My blood ran cold when I realised that she was naked from the waist down, peering out of the window from behind the net curtain.
All I could do was stand and stare at her plump bottom and chubby legs, which reminded me of her mother at the same age.
I was still trying to make sense of the situation when she slightly spread her legs and inserted something into her vagina. Noreen slightly buckled her legs and let out a soft moan as she pushed it deep inside her body. My mouth hung open and was as dry as a stone.
My daughterâs left hand began stroking and squeezing her large breasts through her loose fitting kameez as her other hand slowly pushed the object in and out of her vagina.
Noreenâsâ breathing became faster and louder as both of her hands became a blur.
âHuh, huh, huh oooooohhhhhh!â She groaned as a powerful orgasm made my beautiful young daughter shake and have to steady her back against the wall.
I stepped away, but she hadnât seen me as her eyes were closed tightly shut as her hands roughly caressed her voluptuous breasts. I was amazed to see a long white candle dangling from her hairy vagina.
Before she spotted me I quickly tip toed back along the hallway to the toilet.
I couldnât stop myself. I just had to masturbate. In seconds I was furiously rubbing my hard penis; images of my dirty daughter flashing through my head. I had to grit my teeth as I ejaculated into the basin, then onto the floor then back into the basin. I hadnât felt this sexually aroused for a lot of years.
I was panting for air as I wiped my mess up and flushed the toilet. My feelings were all mixed up â guilt and intense excitement.
When I left the toilet my daughter called from the kitchen, âHi daddy. Would you like a cup of tea?â
âYes, yes please.â I called back.
I stood in the kitchen doorway as she boiled the kettle. As a father I hadnât noticed that my darling daughter was now a beautiful young woman. She looked exactly like her mother at that age, long black hair, large round breasts (36d â Iâve checked) and a very sexy bottom. They are both just over 5 feet tall, which is very common with Pakistani women.
Noreen smiled as she handed me my steaming cup.
âI didnât hear you come home.â She nonchalantly told me.
âYour music was very loud. I didnât want to disturb you.â I stammered, remembering exactly why I hadnât disturbed her.
She blushed, slightly, âOh. Iâm sorry daddy. I wasâŚI was...doing some college work, I didnât realise. Iâm sorry.â
I smiled and went to my bedroom to check my e-mails. It was difficult for me to concentrate as I couldnât get the image of my daughter masturbating out of my mind.