Molly

Let me start out by saying this happened after my daughter turned 18.

I have to say that this wasn’t my fault. At least it wasn’t all my fault. This all started when my wife left me and our 8 year old daughter, Molly, for some younger guy with more money. She said she needed someone to pay attention to her and her needs more, the selfish bitch. I guess my working and putting a roof over her head and food in the fridge wasn’t the right kind of attention. And god knows our 8 year old’s only purpose in life is to steal personal time from her. Bitch.

Anyway, I figured now I had to be mom and dad to Molly. I was going to do the best I could and someday she would see how good I had tried to do and she’d agree with me that her mother was a heartless, selfish whore. But I’m not bitter or anything, just realistic.

I tried to be her mom and dad the only way I knew how, by being honest about everything. I talked to her like an adult, not tried to smooth everything over with make-believe. I wasn’t going to hand her a book at 14 and tell her to read about sex while I got red-faced and left the room like my parents did. Once I started to notice the signs, I sat her down and had a heart to heart with her. I knew what to look for. As soon as young girls start to giggle at the word “hump” or when the word “penis” pops up in conversations (“its a proper word isn’t it?”) I knew it was time. I didn’t want her to learn about stuff from some 60 year old hag at school, teaching Sex Ed out of a 60 year old textbook. Or worse yet, rumors from her friends or lies from boys.

I also noticed things about her body that told me it was time. If I was noticing them, other guys were. For instance, one night I sat on the couch absently trying to read the newspaper while Molly laid on her stomach on the floor in front of me watching TV. She wore her long t-shirt she used to sleep in and her legs were bare. Having already taught her about shaving her legs, I admired them for a few minutes. Long and muscular she reminded me more of myself then her short, fat mother. She had a nice figure to, perfect little hourglass form. I admired her hips and the curve of her butt for a moment. Then she did something that had my attention riveted. She lifted her legs bending at the knee, so the soles of her bare feet pointed at me. I never was much of a foot man myself, I always liked a nice ass, but I couldn’t help staring and noticing how perfect her feet were. They were pink and well formed, not callused like her mother’s. When she curled her toes I had the urge to suck on those toes fresh from the shower. I had to tear my eyes away and try to concentrate on the paper. I don’t think she noticed, especially when she got up soon after and kissed me goodnight. I used the paper to help the bulge in my lap.

I felt bad for looking after that and I tried not to. I told myself it was wrong, but then there were times when I told myself it was human nature. I hadn’t had sex for quite a while, just jerking it to a porno or pics on the net, and so it was natural to have desires. I guess I was trying to make myself feel less guilty. I think it helped. All I knew was that as long as I looked and didn’t act on it, what was the harm?

Another time, after she turned 18, I came home from work to find Molly at the sink washing up the dishes. Again I couldn’t help notice her long bare legs in the shorts she was wearing, but this time it was also her long, naked arms and hands. As she finished, and I tried to cover my staring by making small talk, I noticed she had perfect little hands. Long, well formed and tapered fingers that ended in delicate and perfect lengthed nails. She didn’t wear any polish and frankly that's the way I liked it. Her mother never went a day without nail polish. Even when she took off one color to put on another her nails were stained yellow from constant polish.

This time I let my looking slip. She came to me sitting at the kitchen table, drying her hands.

“You have very pretty hands, Molly.” I said taking one in mine for a closer look.

She held them there and didn’t back away like I thought she might. “Thanks, daddy.” was all she said with a smile. “I think I’ll go over to Karen’s for a while. She invited me over now that they got their pool opened up. Is that ok?”

My heart skipped a beat. The chance to see her in a bathing suit? Hell yes it was okay!

“Sure honey, do you want a ride?” I managed to get out.

Molly was already headed for the stairs. “No, that's ok!” she called back as I watched her ass going up the stairs. She skipped every other stair and go to see those wonderful legs in action, the muscles working flawlessly. I heard her moving around in her room and sat there mentally yelling at myself. I had to quiet that little voice inside so I told myself yet again that she was a beautiful young woman and I was only a man. A man that hadn’t had any in a long time and therefore it was ok to look. While I fought with this inner conflict I heard Molly come downstairs. I tried to busy myself with the mail on the table to keep from ogling her. I lost out though. She didn’t help.

“Thanks daddy!” she said rushing up to me. Her little boobs brushed my shoulder as she leaned in to kiss me. She wore a red, yellow and orange colored two piece bikini that reminded me of sherbet. I was horny and hungry at the same time. Around her waist was a big beach towel so couldn’t see her ass, but I found myself drawn to her almost completely bare back. Only the ties for her top went across it in the middle. Other than that I marveled at the perfect, pale complexion of her back. It was perfect, maybe a freckle or two, but I love freckles. I also realized she had the right skin tones for me. I preferred a woman with pale skin instead of those unhealthy or unnatural looking tans. A little color was ok, but for me pale was perfect.

“Make sure you put lotion on if you are going to be out for a long time. I don’t want you getting burned,” I suddenly heard myself say. Where the hell did that come from?

Molly stopped in the doorway. “I will dad, Karen’s got all that stuff. Bye.”

“Ok,” I called after her. “Just remember, skin cancer runs in the family.” What? No it doesn’t! But I found myself not wanting her to get a tan. She was perfect the way she was and I wanted it to stay that way. I took some comfort in the fact that it was evening and getting later by the second. As long as I kept her from going over to Karen’s until later in the evening from now on....I stopped myself. I was plotting about my daughter! I stood up and went up stairs to change. I found myself lightheaded, almost dizzy, but strangely euphoric. I wobbled past Molly’s room trying to think about work. Then the little voice in my head pointed out that Molly would be gone for some time. I was free to go in and look around. Maybe I’d even find a pair of her panties. I found myself going back, almost as if I was watching someone else do it, or imagining it in my head. I pushed open her door with a giddy, foolish smile, almost creeping like I would be heard or caught. I walked in and ignored the teen band posters on the wall, her desk with school stuff on it, the few articles of clothes on the floor, and went straight for her closet where the clothes hamper was.

Right on top, as if left for me, was a pair of dark blue panties. Probably the ones she had just changed out of. I stood there looking at them, my mind no longer making sense, I was working on pure sexually lust. I have to say here that it had been quite a while since I had the attentions of a woman let alone had sex. I guess I had high standards, I wanted someone who would be a good mom and turn me on. Plus I’m not the underwear model my ex wanted me to be. I mean who left who? Plus work and taking care of things at home kinda left me short for a social life. Like any of that is a good excuse, but take it for what its worth. Anyway, I reached out and grabbed her panties. I could still feel her heat from them. I stood there holding them a second and almost fainting from the heady rush I got just from holding them. I’d like to say right here that Molly came in and found me and confessed a burning desire for me and we did it right there on her bed, but that's not what happened. This shit is true, not a fantasy of what I want to happen.

I held them around the waist band so they opened like she was still in them. Looking into the crotch, I could see a faint white spot that still showed the dampness how recently she had taken them off. I passed them in front of my face, getting a whiff of her sexual scent. Again I got a rush that threatened to make my knees buckle. I wadded them up and stuffed them into my pocket, heading out of the room. I was safe in the hall, even if she did suddenly show up. Yeah, like I could pull off that nothing was wrong with my heavy breathing, sweating and red face. “Sure, honey, daddy’s ok, he’s just having a heart attack.”

Anyway, I knew from the sexual buildup I was in, I needed to see her naked form. I had to see it. If I never got the chance to fuck her it was one thing, but I had to see her.

I went to the bathroom, locked the door and dropped my pants. I sat on the toilet lid and laid her panties on my leg. I started jerking off while I daydreamed of her coming in and offering to take care of that for me. I daydreamed she walked in topless, her perfect young breasts exposed for me, the pale flesh of her breast, the light pink nipples begging for me to suck on her little tits. I can just imagine my perfect girl would have perfect breasts. She was about a B cup, and the color of her nipple I dreamed would be such a light pink you couldn’t tell where it stopped and the flesh of her breast started.

She would walk over in front of me sultrily and stand in front of me, staring from my cock to my eyes. I’d use the surge of male sexual energy running through my veins to rip the tiny satin panties from her and grab her hips. With her facing me, I’d pull her down onto my naked lap and impale her on my cock.

My eyes flew open as the urge overtook me. I grabbed Molly’s panties and came into them shooting more and harder than I can ever remember. I stroke myself with her satin panties until I was back under control. I made sure to use the crotch area, where her tiny little pussy rested, to wipe the cum from my cock. I knew I had to have her, I just didn’t know how without ruining our relationship or landing in jail.

As I sat there in our bathroom, staring off into oblivion daydreaming about having sex with my daughter, I got an idea. Across from me was the large bathroom mirror and above my head over the toilet I saw the picture of some damn thing that we had hung there years ago, but what got me thinking was decorative scroll work around the edge. My closet was on the opposite side of the wall behind the toilet. Without boring you too much more, I’ll say I drilled a hole from my closet into the bathroom through the framework. You couldn’t see it if you were looking for it! I cleaned up the dust and moved the shit in my closet so I could see without making too much noise. Then I waited.

I went downstairs trying to keep my hard on from giving my away and busied myself with TV, waiting for Molly to get home.

Just around 8pm I heard the slider open and shut. I heard her bare feet coming padding in through the kitchen to the living room and there she was. I made myself look down and start at her beautiful toes again and teased myself as my eyes roamed up my daughter’s body. Beautiful in her bikini with her long, dark wet hair combed back, smiling at me. She had the towel wrapped around her waist which probably kept me from grabbing her right there, but the pale flesh of her breasts was right in front of my face as she walked over and gave me a quick peck.

“Hi, daddy,”

I fought the urge to try and kiss her back. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, but I’m tired. I’m gonna grab a shower and go to bed.” She headed for the stairs.

Perfect! I knew she’d want a shower after swimming. “Ok, honey. Goodnight.” I could barely contain myself. My heart thumped in my ears, my adrenalin started making me twitch. I waited as long as I could and jumped up. Trying not to run and be quiet, I made it past the bathroom and into my bedroom. I didn’t dare turn on the light in case she could see it through the hole in the wall and tiptoed into my closet. I heard her start the water and knew that would help mask any more noise from me.

As I stepped up to the hole, I could already see she had gotten rid of the towel. One cheek of her gorgeous white butt was hanging part of the way out of her bikini bottom while she was playing with her hair, holding it up in a ponytail with both hands and turning her head to see how it would look. Watching her tall thin form, with her long pale arms, and even her smooth armpits and naked back, I had to drop my pants. I was lightheaded from the rush.

I was hard as a board, watching my daughter strip and just about came from the thought. She reached up under her hair and untied the strap of her bikini top. Since she was standing in front of the mirror, I could see her breasts the moment she freed them. Light nipples stood out from the rest of her tiny breast flesh, probably stiffened by the cold air from the AC. She spun the top around herself so she could untie the back strap and then she was uncovered for me to feast my eyes on. My hand was already at work on my dick watching her perfect, bare breasts. She itched under one as she turned to check the shower temp. I prayed she would turn back away from me so when she dropped her bikini bottoms I could see her bare ass. I’m an ass man, if you haven’t caught on, and I knew a nice ass when I saw it.

She must have read my mind, because as she reached for them, she turned back toward the mirror. Everything seemed to go into slow motion for me. I saw her hook her fingers in the waistband and lean forward as she started to lower them. Gradually the start of her little butt crack came into view. The further down they got, the more Molly bent over. Her feet were already apart so when her bottoms got low enough I could see the dark indentation of her little pink anus. Once her bottoms were on the floor, I couldn’t help it and blew my load on the closet wall and floor. There was my beautiful naked daughter, displaying the perfect white globes of her butt and her tight virgin hole to me. As she stepped out of her bikini she turned and I could see her beautiful pussy. It made me see stars how hard I came. I’m so surprised she didn’t hear me grunting like a moose on the other side of the wall. Her pussy was so delicately perfect that I almost hate to use such a crude term as ‘pussy’ to describe it. Her outer lips were colored the same as the rest of her perfect pale complexion. I could see her inner folds were just starting to peek out and were a very light pink like her nipples. She had the start of a healthy patch of fuzz growing in a triangle just over her sex, tinged a light auburn.

She got in the shower and I continued to watch, thankful of the unfrosted-glass shower doors. She washed herself down, making sure to ‘pet the kitty’ a few times as she went, but watching her I realized my little girl didn’t think about sex. She didn’t use her time in the shower to masturbate or grope herself while she fantasized. She was still at that innocent age. Maybe not so innocent, but at least not thinking of having her dad worship her naked form. I watched her finish, enjoying seeing her private moments like when she dried off between her cheeks. She finished up, grabbed her robe and headed for her bedroom. I got undressed out of work clothes and into sweats and a t-shirt. I wanted to see how she acted around me afterward just to make sure she didn’t suspect. She didn’t and I was relieved. Molly went to bed soon after and I guess I was wore out from my escapades too. I went to bed soon after, but jerked off once more to the thought of all I had witnessed.

I’ve watched her a few times more, always careful not to let on. She hasn’t seemed to noticed. I enjoy it, and since there is no harm to her, there can’t be anything wrong. I’ve thought about putting a video camera up to the hole so I didn’t have to be in my bedroom every single time she uses the shower, but I haven’t yet. I keep thinking about the next step. Constantly looking for clues, seeing how she acts around me. I have urges to go further, urges I know would be intense and fulfilling, but could ruin our relationship and that's not worth it to me.

I don’t entirely know why I wrote this. It is all true, and I am sorry if you are disappointed that it didn’t end in sex with my daughter. Its not like I didn’t want it to! But I think I am looking for opinions. Tell me what you think I should do, give me advice, call me a sick bastard, whatever. I’ve called myself that enough times, and I know the world is a sick place. Frankly if you read this and want to call me names save your breath. But I would like to hear about other people’s experiences. Email me at the link below.