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?"
