Author's Note: This story is based on a series of true incidents. Names and location have been changed for obvious reasons. All persons in this story are over the age of 18. Literotica is the only site that has my permission to post this story (and subsequent chapters).
Finally, Chapter 2! If you enjoy this (and Chapter 1), please let me know. I enjoy hearing your feedback -- MsLech
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John lay back in his bed, savoring the glow of his intense orgasm. He wondered if he should feel guilt or shame that it was his daughter who had caused the intensity. He gave a mental shake and grinned to himself; nothing to really feel guilty about. After all, she was the one that had watched him. She was the one who had told him to continue his self-pleasure. Not to mention the fact that she had been as aroused as he was; that much had been evident by the sight of her erect nipples clearly outlined against her nightie.
Remembering the way she'd watched his hand slide up and down caused his cock to twitch and harden again. Running his thumb slowly over the tip, he wondered what Karen was doing and whether she needed any help. He could offer and, if she declined, he thought to himself, he would always have that one moment to stroke to for years to come.
Not bothering to put on his robe, John got up from his bed and headed down the darkened hallway to his daughter's room, his erect cock leading the way, bobbing with each step. Stopping at her door, he grabbed hold of his rigid member, giving it a few quick squeezes as he put his ear to the door; the thought of what he was about to attempt causing his cock to throb, his arousal effectively muting his conscience.
No sound came from inside the room, so he gently tapped on the door, pushing it open a crack and whispering, "Karen, honey, are you awake?"
When no answer came from the bed, he peeked inside, his hand still firmly wrapped around his cock, the tip pressed against the cool wood of the door. His breath caught in his throat at the sight that greeted him. By the light of the full moon streaming through her window, he could see his baby girl as clearly as if it were daylight.
Karen lay sprawled on her back, her head turned away from the door, her long, blonde hair spread across the pillow. Her thin, short nightgown had been pulled up to her chin, exposing her hot, young body to her father's hungry gaze. As his eyes drank her in, his grip tightened on his cock. God! It felt like it was made of steel. He couldn't remember the last time he was this hard.
Stepping closer to the bed, he licked his suddenly dry lips as he saw that his youngest daughter had obviously come straight back to her room after watching him masturbate to find her own release. Her eyes were closed, hiding their brilliant blue, and her soft, cupids-bow lips were slightly parted, her breathing slow and steady. One hand cupped a pert breast, the areola still pebbled around the erect nipple, while the other lay trapped between her pale, slender legs.