My wife was gone for the weekend, and I was planning to take full advantage of the time alone. She may have suspected from time to time that I may have had come less common sexual interests, but I knew better than to even ask if she might be inclined to encourage or participate in them. As much as I loved her, I also knew she was pretty narrow minded when it came to sex. Even trying new positions required a lot of patience, planning and persistence; she was not one to try anything new until she had time to think about it for a while. As a result, when she went away for any length of time I would generally do what I could to amuse myself.
This afternoon I was lying on the bed, legs spread wide. They were spread wide in part because I had my ankles bound tightly to the ends of the foot board of our queen sized bed. I would have bound my wrists to the headboard as well, but it was not easy to do... and besides, there was no one else around so I needed at least one hand free.
I was wearing a pair of skimpy, sexy lace-trimmed satin panties which had a growing wet spot from my precum. Below them were lace-topped thigh high nylon stockings, held up by their own rubber stay-up strips. I had a pair of spring loaded clamps on my nipples, which were now, after half an hour with the clamps in place, in exquisite agony. The discomfort only served to make my smooth, shaved cock strain even harder at the fabric of the panties. As I caressed my balls and cock through the panties I was lost in my own little world, enjoying the sensations and imagining being taken roughly by -- I really didn't know or care whom.
It was probably this reverie, along with the sound from the porn video playing on the bedroom TV that made me unaware of the sound of the front door. I had locked up the house and turned off the ringer on the phone, not wanting to be bothered for the next couple of hours. The first indication I had that I was not completely alone was the loud voice from the bedroom doorway...
"Daddy? What the FUCK?"
I looked up in terror, only to see my eighteen year old daughter Tracey standing in the doorway, eyes wide, a look of utter disbelief in her eyes. She had been away at college for the past several weeks, and I was not expecting her to be home any time soon... and yet here she was, staring at her father tied to the bed in lingerie, playing with his cock through a pair of panties. I tried to cover myself up to some degree, but it was useless... my ankles were securely bound, and there were no covers to pull over me.
I was in a panic. I stammered out a few confused words, hoping to find some way to explain, but I was coming up empty. I knew I was truly busted, and the only thing I could do was to try to keep it quiet. If my wife found out I knew there would be many months of the cold shoulder, and she'd probably want me to see a psychiatrist for my perverted inclinations.
"Honey, please... I'm sorry... I had no idea you would be coming home! Please don't mention this to your mother -- it would upset her so -- can you hand me something to cover up with?" I was frantic, desperate to find some trace of understanding or anything other than disgust in her eyes. She stepped into the room and picked up a towel from the end of the bed between my legs. She was reaching over to hand it to me, when I saw her eyes linger for just a moment on the front of my panties. They were soaking wet, and although I was rapidly losing my erection I knew that it would be plainly visible through the wet fabric. She flicked her eyes to the nipple clamps, then to my ankles, and back to my cock... which, despite my panic, responded by starting to fill again. For all my panic and horror at being caught, this was one of my biggest fantasies, to be caught masturbating, helpless and completely at the mercy of a woman. My cock didn't seem to care that the woman was my own daughter!
"Daddy... you're getting turned on again... that's disgusting! I'm your daughter, for fuck's sake! How could this get you hard?"
"Baby, I'm sorry... there's nothing I can do about it! It's purely a physical reaction, nothing else! I'm dying here, PLEASE cover me up honey!"
"Mom's going to completely freak out when she finds out about this. Does she know you're jerking off in her panties? Do you do this all the time?" She made no move to give me the towel, holding it out of my reach.
"No, baby, and please don't tell here about it... please... I'll do whatever you want, just don't ever mention this to your mom or anything else. This can be our little secret, right? Maybe you could even just forget it ever happened?" I was pleading with her, desperate to keep my wife from finding out. I didn't even notice that as she looked at me, helpless and restrained on the bed, my cock had now reached its fully erect state and was clearly throbbing. I didn't notice, but she did.
"Daddy, I think this is turning you on! Look, your cock is hard as a rock and you're dripping wet. I think you like this. I think you planned to have me catch you! Are you a pervert, Daddy?" She gave me a look of complete disgust, which only made matters worse. I could feel a fresh droplet of precum ooze from the head of my cock. I had not planned to be caught, but she was right about one thing. This was one of my biggest fantasies, and it was turning me on to the point of near orgasm. I tried to form a coherent sentence, but no words came out; there was only a confused gurgle ending in a low moan as I sank back onto the bed.
"You are a perv! I bet you do this all the time. I bet you lay here in panties and dream about being caught and dream about some woman watching you. Or is it a guy, Daddy? Do you dream of a guy fucking you? Is that it?"
