The following is a work of fiction. I do have a daughter, I did work on her computer - and saw a picture of her breasts on her computer. The rest of the story is fiction.
I was in between wives. My grown daughter was shacking up with her boyfriend - but he was deployed. I went to her apartment for a visit - just to hang-out. It was nice to hang out with Mira - she had always been a daddy's girl, anyway. Mira was tall - for a woman - and fairly slender. Not much in the breast department - but, you know the old saying - any more than a mouthful is a waste anyway.
I know ... a man shouldn't think about his daughter that way. But, it's her fault. You see, she asked me to look at her computer because it had been acting up. Right there on the desktop screen was a folder named 'private pics' ... an open invitation if there ever was one. I opened the folder and started looking at the pics in there. The earlier ones (sorted by date) were pretty tame. She was wearing lingerie - see through, but still covering the vital parts. As I progressed through the folder, it was clear she had gotten more bold. I looked carefully at the one where she was standing in only her panties - her breasts exposed. The next one, she was fingering the nipples of her breasts - and they were hard like little erasers. My cock started to grow just looking at this one.
About that time, I heard her come back from where ever she'd been. I quickly closed the picture - and the folder just as she walked into the room. I had her show me exactly what problem she was having with her computer and then we had some dinner.
The next day, I headed into the computer room after she'd left and when I moved the mouse, the screen saver went away - and the 'private pics' folder was already open on the screen. She had left it open - maybe by accident, maybe on purpose ... I didn't know. But, I knew I would have more time because I got an earlier start. I quickly started where I had left off the previous day - looking at the one where Mira was fingering her nipples and they were hard - like erasers. Once again, my cock started to grow thinking of the possibilities.
I clicked on the next picture. She had one hand on her nipple - the other hand was in her panties. I stuck my hand into my shorts to rearrange my cock as it was getting harder and harder. I clicked on the next picture - and she had her hand covering her pussy - and with the other hand, she was pushing her panties down. This was hot, hot, hot - I could see the blond curls around her fingers.
In the next picture, the panties were gone - and she was now sitting in the computer chair - the very chair I was sitting in - and her legs were spread out some. One hand back on her breast - and the other was clearly fingering her clit. I pushed my shorts down and started stroking my own cock while I clicked on the next picture. It didn't appear that she had moved - but the camera had been readjusted. This one was a close-up of her middle finger buried in her cunt. Her thumb on her clit. And a flushed appearance as if she was nearing orgasm.
It dawned on me that she must have had a photographer taking these shots. And, based on the time-stamp, the photographer was NOT her boyfriend. To say I was intrigued would be an understatement. I clicked on the next picture.
The camera had zoomed in even closer. Her hand-covered pussy filled the frame. I was jacking my cock, furiously - as I clicked the next picture. It was clear she had achieved orgasm - there was an abundance of moisture on her fingers - and she had a flushed appearance. Her nipples looked hard enough to etch glass. I came all over my hand.
I had just barely gotten my self cleaned up when she got home - so, I didn't get to the rest of the pictures. But, I noticed that there were only two or three I hadn't seen, yet.
Imagine my surprise the next morning when I jiggled the mouse - the private pics folder was open again - and there were some new pictures that had been taken the night before. She must have gone into the computer room after I went to bed. I could tell by the hairstyle and the date stamp that they had been taken the night before. And - it was pretty obvious that these were all self-taken ... she must have used a tripod and timer ... and there wasn't a picture of any orgasm.
Was this a hint? Was Mira trying to tell me something? What should I do? Did I want to fuck my daughter? Is that what she wanted? How would I find out? What would be the next step?