I suppose I should tell you about myself. I'm a middle aged man in the Midwest. I married very young and had a child before I was 20 years old. My wife Sharon and I were happy. We raised our daughter Erin together enjoying the first words, the first steps, the first everything. She was our pride and joy. I guess I paid a bit too much attention to her and apparently not enough to Sharon.
I came home to a note explaining that Sharon was tired of competing and had moved out. My 10 year marriage was over. I did the best I could as a single father. I did my best to be both a role model and a provider for Erin. I never dated, was always there for her and I even changed jobs so that I could be there when she got home from school.
As time passed my "baby girl" grew into quite a woman. She was tall with brown hair to the middle of her back and her breasts were the size of small melons. They would cause any red blooded male to loose his concentration when she walked by. Her butt juggled like Jell-O when she walked. But her best feature was her eyes; the way they twinkled when she smiled always made me melt.
I had helped her as much as I could while she was at nursing school. For four long years, she spent every waking moment studying or attending classes. She graduated at the top of her class and found a job at the local Hospital, where she worked the night shift, because the job paid well, she was financially secure. I'm the day shift foreman and dispatcher for a local trucking company, because of our schedule differences our paths rarely crossed.
The buzzer from stove brought me back to reality. Dinner was ready. I didn't even remember what I had prepared, probably one of the many TV dinners that I regularly ate. I was set for another long lonely Friday night. As I sat in my recliner, I grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels. I ate what turned out to be a dried-out meatloaf, cold potatoes, and runny corn. Erin would have mixed the corn and potatoes together. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to try that method.
I noticed that there was a video in the VCR. Yeah, I was technologically challenged, no DVD player for this old man. I didn't remember putting a tape in the machine, so my natural curiosity got the better of me, and I pressed play. What I saw, was a darkened screen, I could hear soft music playing in the background. The camera finally came into focus, and I began to recognize my daughter's bedroom. Her small tan teddy bear was still on her bed, along with her white knit hat. I wondered why she would take a video of her bedroom. Then I got the shock of my life.
Erin came into view; she was wearing a pair of black thigh high leather boots, a simple black corset, a garter, and the smallest pair of black lace panties I had ever seen. The black lace tops made her look so sexy. I found my body reacting to the image of my seductively dressed daughter. I began rubbing myself through my jeans. What was I thinking? This was my daughter, my little girl. I had watched her go to her first Girl Scout meeting. I had taken her to her first dance recital. How could I have been feeling this way?
She walked over to the bed and sat down facing the camera. I couldn't help but notice the swell of her breasts as they spilled over the cups of the corset, she must have been at least a D cup. Erin did most of the laundry so I had no way of knowing, what her measurements were. She looked into the camera and I watched as her hands slid along the exposed skin just above the lace that covered both her sexy thighs, she was absolutely stunning!
My mouth was dry, my heart pounded heavily in my chest. What was I watching? What was I about to see? The urge to hit the fast forward button was incredible, but I wasn't sure what I would miss. So I continued to watch.
Her hands slid down her legs to the boots, she bent forward, her incredible cleavage exposed to my gaze, and slowly began unzipping both boots. I watched as she slid the boots off her legs. Her fingers went back to the clasps of the garter, and she slowly unfastened each one. She looked up at the camera and smiled as she slowly rolled the hose down her long sexy legs, she took them off her feet and tossed them out of the camera's view. I couldn't help but wonder who was taking the video.
She stood, turned her back to the camera. I could see her bare skin between the laces of the ties on her corset. Her bottom covered in sheer black fabric was what really caught my eye. You could say I'm an ass man. It was what attracted me to my ex-wife, Sharon, Erin's mother. I watched as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pushed them down, my eyes took in the image of her bare ass.
My cock throbbed against my jeans, so I lowered my zipper and fished out my six and a half inch cock. It felt so good in my hand, as I slowly began to stroke it up and down rhythmically while watching my daughter disrobe on the TV. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
There before me was my darling daughter's bare ass. Her womanhood, covered in a light coating of brown hairs. She sat back down on the bed and parted her legs exposing her sweetness to my longing-filled eyes. I watched as she lowered each cup of the corset. Both of her breasts were now in plain view. I saw her light pink nipples standing firm on top of her big breasts.
This was my daughter for God's sakes! What was I thinking? I knew I should have turned the TV off. How could I ever face her if I continued watching? Then I heard it. A small noise over my shoulder, I turned just in time to see Erin standing at the doorway with her mouth open. She was staring at my hand wrapped around my hard cock.
"Daddy?" She gasped. "Daddy, what are you doing?" The confusion on her face was overshadowed by the quiver in her voice.
I fumbled with my zipper trying to force my rock hard cock back into my jeans.
Erin regained her composure and stepped into the room. She walked towards me with confidence and an obvious intent to her step.
"Daddy, don't bother now, just continue."
"But Erin I ..."
I couldn't even form a complete sentence. My rock hard cock was softening, the shock of being caught jacking off to my daughters image, finally taking impact on my body. "Did you like what you saw daddy? Did you like watching your daughter's naked body?"
She walked over to the couch where I was sitting and sat next to me. How could I answer her honestly? Tell her that yes, I did in fact like looking at her body. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips. How could I tell her that I liked watching her fingers touching her pussy?
"Please don't stop daddy, I wouldn't want these to turn blue"
She squeezed my balls through my pants. My cock stiffened, betraying me.
"Erin, stop that!" I said, trying to convince myself that this was wrong.
"But, why should I daddy? You sure seem to like it!" She giggled as she again tried to squeeze my cock through my pants.
My cock began to harden at her touch. Her once little fingers wrapped around the shaft as she pulled it free from the jeans. I couldn't help but moan, as her soft fingers gripped the penis that created her all those years ago.
"Or maybe you'd like some help?" She slowly began to stroke me.
