Here's the second instalment of my sordid tale, the road to debauchery is easy to travel once you get started I'm afraid, I hope you're not too shocked, it wasn't all my fault you see.
I slept well that night, surprisingly well in fact, I know I was feeling guilty about what Jenny and I had allowed to happen in my bedroom, but I woke up on Saturday morning feeling great, I always get up at six, whatever day of the week, I love the early mornings when everything is quiet.
Good time of day for private stuff?
I didn't wake up with an erection for one thing, that in itself is unusual, you see, even though I'm in my fifties, I still have a very strong sex drive.
Is that the reason for all the porn on your PC David?
It's not porn, but I will admit I just never seem to tire of looking at erotic images.
It's porn, you wanker!
I spend several hours each week I suppose searching for great pictures to download and save, all free ones of course.
Tight bastard!
One thing I do insist on is choosing good looking women, I can't abide some of the uglier stuff on the net, the really crude stuff, it does nothing much for me to look at fat old slappers doing this that and whatever else, sorry folks, but that's just me, give me a gorgeous Playboy centrefold anytime, the quality of the girls always shows through and I happen to think that's important.
Each to his own.
I also think that video is not half as big as everybody claims, I know it can be horny to see all the action going on and that's what a lot of people want to jack off to, but there's still something hugely exciting about a good erotic story or a good quality still picture that your eyes can drink in slowly; a few years ago they were in abundance in top shelf magazines, dirty stories accompanied by pictures featuring lovely models, I'd love to see a revival of all that, I've often thought of turning my writing efforts to that very thing.
Stop going on, they want the story now.
I went to the bathroom and did my usual morning routine, my prick smelt like an old herring, my loosely hooded foreskin traps smells easily and because I hadn't washed it after my orgasm with Jenny it was ...
Oh my God, my orgasm with Jenny!
For those of you who missed the previous chapter, Jenny is my eighteen year old daughter ... yes, I did say daughter ... she has fantastic looks and I can hardly keep my eyes off her, now she tells me she wants to be a glamour model, with me as her manager!
As I stood under the shower spray getting clean, the reality of last night's dirty deed hit me like a ton of bricks, my daughter and I had played with each other sexually!
Not quite true, you never touched her, it was the other way round.
That's right, it was her who touched me, it wasn't my fault.
Noooooo, of course not.
She took her nightie off and climbed in beside me, I didn't invite her!
You showed her your cock though, your excited cock.
She wanted to see it!
Why was it excited, why was your cock hard David?
Because ... because of her, because my daughter turns me on.
Pervert!
I'm sorry, it won't happen again!
No?
No!
What about the next time she comes to you, what will you do then?
No way, there'll be no next time, I'm going to stop this before it goes any further, Jenny talking about being a nude model and earning loads of money is ridiculous, me as her manager indeed, no I don't think so.
Filled with a new found resolve and eager to put the guilty part behind me, I dressed in loose shorts and an old tee shirt and went down for some breakfast, in the early morning I knew I'd have some time alone before Jenny emerged for the day, so I took my toast and coffee into the study and flashed up the PC.
I was just about to log on to one of my favourite girly sites as I often do first thing, net traffic is minimal then and everything seems to come through faster; then I thought about the Jenny situation and paused, I realised I needed to use this time to put together a good argument for not agreeing to her modelling plans.
Why not, what's wrong with it, lots of girls do it?
Indeed they do, one girl called Alison Angel is all over the Internet, she's one of my favourites, with an incredible body and blonde hair about the same shade as my daughter's, she must have started young, her pussy always looks tight and mysterious, no gaping labia with her, I wonder if Jenny's pussy is anything like Alison Angel's?
You hope so.
I wonder if her dad is on the set, could it be him behind the camera?
My mind drifted off to a big country house we had borrowed for the day from the rich proprieter of a dirty magazine, Jenny was chuffed to bits about working with Alison Angel and the two of them were sampling some outfits for the lesbian shots we were about to do; they had been through a whole box full of high quality lingerie together, trying on different sets calmly in front of both me and the photographer, the big boss kept popping in to see how we were doing and of course he got an eyefull of the girls at the same time.
Lucky bugger.
The girls were pulling up the stockings they had chosen, Alison's were white hold ups and my daughter had chosen some tan ones with thick seems, they were attached to the nineteen fifties style corselet she had selected, that stern looking one piece type with an open crotch, the delicious folds of her hairless slit were on view past the broad suspender straps as she bent to adjust them with her back to me ...
Oh no, you've got it bad old son!
Snapping back to reality I realised my cock was filling up, I seem to be getting randier as I get older, I didn't think it was meant to be like that?
There was a picture of Alison Angel on the screen in front of me, I don't know how it got there, but I was just contemplating starting off a little slide show of dear Alison when there was a tap tap tap on the study door.
"Hold on a sec!"
Quickly, I put up something harmless on the screen and went to the door which I had bolted, out of habit.
"Jenny, up so early, this is rare, what's up?"
She was wrapped in a big fluffy towel with her hair turbaned up in a smaller one and her bare shoulders were still damp, I kept one hand in my pocket.
"I just had a shower, I couldn't get the temperature to stay in one place half the time, you need to see to that daddy."
"I'll take a look later darling, I promise."
"I need to get off fairly soon to meet Melanie at the station."
"I see, you didn't mention an early start last night."
"No, well, we were both busy with other things as I recall, I thought you probably had enough on your mind daddy?"
She looked over my shoulder to the PC.
"I know I'm a pain, sorry if I'm keeping you from something important."
She seemed to emphasise the word important in a funny sort of way and I got the impression she might be onto me, I'd had the door bolted ... shit, what a stupid giveaway!
"Come on in then, is there something I can do?"
Jenny wafted past me and stood right next to my desk, so close to my secret world of pleasure and guilt, she turned to face me and put her arms up to unwind the turban and shake out her damp golden hair in true cover girl style, I guess I must have been staring.
"It's about last night daddy, our talk."
"Ah yes, about that, well I wanted to talk to you too, about the modelling thing I mean."
"First of all daddy, I've been worrying a lot, can I really pull it off I mean, I'd like your true opinion, do you think I've got what it takes?"
Before I could answer, my daughter's hand loosened the tuck on the towel and it fell around her feet, under it she was wearing this tiny yellow bikini which was really just three small triangles of material held together with shoe laces, her breasts were almost spilling from the sides because they were not really inside bra cups at all, my heart gave a lurch upon seeing her ripe young body again, this time in full daylight and right where I masturbate to visions just like her all the time!
"Jenny, what are you doing?"
"I'm posing daddy, just like I'll have to do for other men if I want to get on in the business, though not all photographers are men; tell me honestly as I twirl, is my figure good enough do you think?"
My God!
I blushed and farted as my nearly naked daughter displayed herself for me.
Look at that arse!
She was magnificent, ripe was indeed a good word to use, she looked over her shoulder at me as I examined her backside, then she gave me the profiles as she rotated with hands on hips, the jaunty thrust of her breasts was delightful, the barely covered mound between her legs bulged promisingly, she has a definite gap between her legs due to well defined thighs and tight buttocks and when she had her back to me again I just wanted her to lean forwards slowly and show me that heavenly view which I love so much, with or without panties.
"Jenny, darling, please, this isn't necessary, it's not me you need to convince anyway, now cover yourself up please!"
"But daddy, you've got an experienced eye, I know you have, so give me a proper opinion, pleeeease."
Saying this she turned back towards me, she pushed one knee forward in a pose which flared her hips, she crossed her arms beneath her lovely breasts and pushed upwards, making them thrust with a deeper cleavage, her nipples were erect with the excitement of what she was doing.
"Okay, I admit it, I think you're very beautiful if I'm honest, what's this about my experienced eye then?"
"Oh come on father, I found your stick drive the other day and had a look while you were out washing the car, really daddy, a less liberal girl might think you're disgusting."
Oh fuck, how much did she look at?
I kept quiet, not knowing how to respond, she knew she'd rattled me with that but I tried to regain some composure.
"Jenny, please cover up, we'll have to talk about this later."
I blushed and farted like an old school teacher.
"It's no good sounding all indignant, it's too late for that, your secret is out and if you want to keep me from telling everyone about your hobby ... then you'll agree to help with my career, is that understood?"
"Is this some kind of blackmail?"
"You could call it that if you want, but you see, I'm a very determined girl and I know what I want, now have we got a deal or not?"
