My Daughter Is a Prostitute

Warning: this is a story about a mother and father condoning their daughter working as a prostitute from the family home. All characters are over 18 years old.

I am Philip and my wife is called Sally.

We came quite late to marriage and parenting and have just a daughter, Emma, who has just turned 18 and has started at the local Leeds University. Sally is a lot younger than me, 47 and I am 68.

Emma is very attractive, slim, quite tall at 5 feet 8 inches, with long blond hair that reaches her waist, she still lives at home.

I am still working as a security guard and usually work a night shift 6pm to 6am, so I usually only briefly see Sally and Emma late afternoons after I have slept and before my night time shift and when Emma has finished her uni studies.

Sally does not work, so we do struggle a bit with money, but Emma has been very good and done some bar work and is paying her way for living with us.

Lately, Emma has been very generous with her Mum and Dad and giving us extra money to pay for the utility bills.

I asked Sally when we were alone, "How come Emma has so much money now? Bar work can not pay that well, surely?"

Sally replied, "I don't know Philip, maybe she gets tips."

We have been married for 25 years and know Sally well, I could sense that Sally was keeping something from me, but I did not pursue it.

One evening whilst on my security guard duties, it was about 9pm, I began to feel unwell and phoned my boss to say I didn't think I could last my full shift. I have a good sick record and my boss was understanding and said,

"It's okay Philip, I can get cover for your shift, you go home and get better soon."

"Thank you," I replied and also added, "I should be okay for tomorrow."

I made the short 20 minute journey home, a short bus journey and walk to my house.

As I was approaching my house I saw a man come out of my front door, he was smartly dressed, looked to be in his mid 50s and looked a bit furtive. I passed him on the street, I said, "Good evening," but he did not reply or make eye contact with me. He looked quite flushed in the face and in a hurry.

When I walked through my front door, Sally rushed up to me and said, "Philip, why are you home?"

I explained about my unwellness and asked, somewhat annoyed, "Who the hell was that man I just saw leaving!?"

Sally nervously replied, "Oh, oh,oh, he was here to see Emma, something about Uni course work."

I could tell that Sally wasn't being straight with me and asked, "Is Emma still here then, maybe in the living room?"

Sally had now gone flushed in the face and replied hesitantly, "No, she rushed upstairs."

I was thinking that it all looked a bit odd. Thinking that it's a bit late for a uni professor to call and why would he, as Emma goes in almost every weekday. I am thinking is Sally having an affair, but surely she wouldn't have a lover round whilst Emma was here, she didn't need to as she did not work, she could see her lover anytime.

My mind was all over the place.

And then oddly, Sally was busy on her phone texting a lot, which she hardly ever does as she prefers just ringing people. I gave her a puzzled look and she said, "It's my mum, she has a sore throat and so can't talk easily."

My head was spinning, but I did not pursue it.

I went upstairs to bed and knocked on Emma's bedroom door, "Hi, sweetheart, it's Dad, I am home early as I feel a bit unwell, nothing serious, can I come in?"

"Don't come in Daddy," she hurriedly said, "Okay," I replied, thinking she sounded a bit odd and asked, "Everything okay with uni?"

"Eh, yes, of course Daddy, why wouldn't it be?" obviously not knowing that her mum had told me that a uni professor had been to see her.

We wished each other a good night and I went to bed, unable to sleep well as I knew things didn't add up, but what the hell was going on!

I woke up the next morning feeling much better and said to Sally, "I feel much better this morning," Sally's seemed a bit odd as she did not say that this was good as I would expect, but directly asked me, "Are you going to work tonight?"

I replied, "Yes, I am going to work."

Sally seemed pleased and just said, "That's good."

My curiosity was now so heightened that I knew I had to just find out what was going on. I telephoned my boss to say that I was quite a bit better but to be safe, I asked for another night off work; he agreed.

At 5pm I started getting ready for pretending to go to work, putting on my uniform, making sandwiches etc. Sally and Emma were in the kitchen with me and seemed to be watching me closely.

Sally said, "Are you sure you are okay to work, Philip? You are not going to surprise us and come home early, I hope."

"I'll be fine Sally, I hope you two have a good evening and night," I replied.

Emma was texting a lot, but I suppose teenagers do and quickly looked up after I spoke with a smile, "Love you Daddy," she said.

"Love you too, princess," I replied.

As I am leaving I say to Sally, "My boss said that to make it a bit easier for me tonight, I can drive in and he has reserved a parking space for me at work, I hope that's okay Sally?"

"That's fine," Sally says, "Oh and Philip, if you feel unwell this evening, let me know and I will get a bus to your work and drive you back home."

I laugh and say, "You really don't want any surprises tonight, do you?"

I leave and drive off down the street, thinking I might spend a very boring 12 hours in my car or a very interesting one.

My street has quite a few trees and shrubs and with it being summer there are a lot of leaves on them. A slight bend in my street affords me a position where I can see the front of my driveway, so that I can see if anyone goes to the front door, but from the house my car can't be seen.

After about half an hour a car pulls up outside my house and a man gets out and goes to my front door. He is I would guess in his mid 40s, smartly dressed in a business suit. The man doesn't appear to knock on the door as it is opened for him as he walks to the door, so he was obviously expected.

I decide to risk being seen by Sally and/or Emma and drive past my house. I am surprised to see that the living room curtains and the upstairs bedroom (Emma's bedroom) are drawn closed. It is surprising as it is Summer and still light, plus Sally always had a thing about letting in natural to the house.

I think that if they have the curtains drawn then they won't be able to see me, so I park up down the street, out of sight from the house, and walk to my house.

My house has a bay window and a tall hedge on the side away from the front door, so I am able to crouch there and not be seen from the road or people at the front door. I position myself there, careful to not make a noise as I can see that a small window is open on the living room bay window. But, it means that I can hear voices in the living room.

I hear a phone ring, not a ring tone I recognise as being Sally or Emma's phone, but I hear Sally answer it with just a, "Hello."

After a pause, I hear Sally say, "Yes, 7.15pm is fine, I'll book you in for 30 minutes, for the standard service with no extras." She then gives the house address, including the postcode.

It is now 7pm and the man that arrived at about 6:30pm is being let out of the house, I crouch down lower so as not to be seen.

I then clearly hear Sally shout up the stairs, "Emma, you have a 7.15, for 30 minutes, no extras just the GFE."

"Okay, Mum," Emma replies.

I think GFE? What is that, I look it up on my phone and it means, Girl Friend Experience! I am beginning to realise what is going on and am shocked, so this is where all the extra money from Emma has been coming. But, to my shame, I feel it is a little exciting.

At about 7:15pm this hugely obese man starts walking to my front door, also he is about my age, maybe even a bit older, late 60s or early 70s. I think, if I am correct in what is going on, he will get turned away. But no, as with the first man, the front door opens before he reaches it and Sally lets him into the house and I can hear muffled voices in the living room.

I can though fairly clearly hear Sally say, "80 pounds please for the half an hour and just the standard service of light kissing, oral and sex with a condom. Make your way upstairs, Hannah's door will be ajar and it is the second door on the right."

It is now very obvious what is going on! My little girl is a prostitute! And, my wife, Sally, is helping her by managing her bookings and so almost being her pimp. It only seems a short time ago that I was taking her to school, reading bedtime stories etc. And Hannah she is called now, but I guess this is the name she uses to slightly protect her identity.

Again, I am shocked but find it exciting and am ashamed to say that my penis gives a little twitch.

I start to get a bit uncomfortable crouched by the bay window, so whilst the fat, old slob is getting sexual pleasure from my little daughter, I creep back to my car. From my car I can see the comings and goings, the fat slob leaving, smiling to himself at his luck.

In my car, I wonder how Emma is advertising herself and with the help of her Mum, my wife Sally. I have my smartphone with me and start searching "Yorkshire prostitutes advertising", the results aren't very helpful as the hits are mostly help groups for prostitutes, but I notice they are referred to as "escorts". A search for "Yorkshire escorts advertising" produces sites that do advertise women (and some men) selling sexual services.

I click on one that looks the most professional and although not registered I am able to search by area, town or city, age and lots of other criteria. I find Emma or as she calls herself for this activity, Hannah, there are photos of her on her profile and although the photos do not show her face, it is clearly her.

Some of the photos are taken in her bedroom, on her bed which I recognize and behind is the big white teddy-bear we bought for her when she was about 8. The profile shows a contact telephone number, which I don't recognise but is presumably a burner phone, her profile is also marked as "available today."

The profile shows prices for the GFE which includes kissing and protected sex and oral, it's 80 pounds for 30 minutes or 140 pounds for an hour. She advertises extras, oral without a condom for an extra 20 pounds and CIM and swallow for an extra 20 pounds. CIM, I think what is this, a search tells me it means "cum in mouth". I wonder how she can do this, my sweet, innocent (or so I thought) little girl.

On the profile there is a tab with "ratings" that seems to give men the opportunity to comment on their meetings with Emma/Hannah. They are all marked as positive and nice comments, although some make me cringe, e.g. "great girl, wore her school uniform for me and is lovely and tight."

Another man had put, "an older lady handles the bookings, so don't be put off when she lets you in, although I wouldn't mind having a go with her."

Emma/Hannah also rates her customers too with comments, such as, "Great guy, respectful, clean and a nice cock."

I notice on the profile there is a tab for movies. I look at this and see there are 3 movies, or short video clips of Emma, but to view them people need to pay. I click to register on the site, careful not to pick a username or an email address that would identify me.

I bought some credits so that I can view movies and also I noticed that some women have webcamming that has to be paid for.

I nervously go back to Emma/Hannah's profile and look at the 3 video clips, I pick one called "Me and my dildo," it is the longest, but still only 35 seconds and costs 5 credits or 5 pounds.

What I see is incredible, Emma is on her bed, on her back but propped up on pillows, completely naked and masturbating with a little pink dildo. Her face is only partially covered with a party masquerade eye mask, so I can see that it is clearly my little girl, my Emma. To my horror and shame, my penis becomes erect.

I quickly close down the video clip and sit in my car wondering what to do.

Do I tell them I know what is going on and risk it all stopping, I wonder. I am enjoying the money Emma is giving us and at 68, I would like to cut down on my security job or even retire.

But, suppose friends and family found out, which I think they will eventually as surely it is only a matter of time that a customer recognises Emily.

I watch the front door of my house and see about another 4 men enter and leave at about 30 minute intervals.

I drive away and find a lay-by to have a nap, before going home at about 6:30 in the morning on the pretence that I have been at work and slip into bed for a few hours more sleep.

When I awake at about 11am, I shower, get dressed and go downstairs where Sally and Emily are having coffee in the kitchen.

"Good morning," I say to both.

They come over and give me a welcome hug and Sally asks, "How was work?"

I reply, "I am finding it a bit tiring now and thinking of asking to reduce my hours so that I do just two 12 hour shifts a week."

Sally and Emma give each other worried looks and Sally says, "Are you sure Philip? We still struggle for money."

"Yes but Emma is helping us out a lot now, thank you Emma sweetheart, I am glad you are getting well paid with your bar work," I say.

I pause and continue, "And other things," I give Emma a wink and a smile.

Emma goes bright red in the face and hurries away to her room.

To be continued...