After my divorce three years ago, I took a job in Atlanta and bought a small, three bedroom condo in the Buckhead area, close to my office. Last year, my twenty one year old daughter came to visit me during her summer break from college, and unfortunately, while she was here, caught me shamelessly lying on my bed masturbating with a pair of her worn panties held to my face.
It had always been my worst fear – that my daughter, Bonnie, would somehow find out I was, and had been, using her panties when I jerked off. I had been so careful in the past, and I was careful that day, too, waiting until I knew she had left for her shopping trip. I even gave her an additional ten minutes after she left just in case she changed her mind and decided to come back home.
So, when I walked into her room and opened her hamper that morning, I thought I had nothing to worry about as I carefully examined the contents, looking for the panties she'd taken off that morning before she took her shower. Once I found them and held them to my nose, I felt a rush flow through me and my cock tightened in my jeans as I inhaled my daughter's female scent.
The smell was divine, just like her panties always were. Her virgin, feminine juices, trapped in the cotton crotch of her panties, sent a signal through my entire body, and my cock throbbed in my pants knowing what pleasure lay in store for me as I sniffed her panties and held them to my face while I stroked my cock.
As I always did, I took her panties back to my room, stripped off my clothes and laid down on my bed. Then, I carefully held her panties up and imagined my beautiful daughter wearing them. I visualized her innocent vagina being gently cradled by those panties; rubbing up next to her girl sex, absorbing her smell and her normal discharge of pussy fluids – all being caught and held just for me in that simple piece of cotton that lined the crotch of her underwear.
Sometimes, I'd let my mind wander and imagine her standing in front of me in just her panties and a little t-shirt, innocently talking to me about her studies, or about how boring her classes were. Of course, I'd pretend not to be the least bit interested in her panties so she'd carelessly stand there while I got an eyeful, completely unaware that her innocent exposure was giving me one of the greatest gifts she could ever give me. And the thought of her doing that would force my cock to harden to an angry state.
As usual, after a few minutes, I'd open her panties and examine the crotch panel. There, I'd look to see if there was any fresh wetness – pussy juice that hadn't dried yet. Sometimes, I'd luck out and there would be a dampness there beckoning me to hold her panties to my lips and suck her sweet juices from the soft, silky material. Other times, it would be dry and I'd have to image her juices there. But regardless of the condition of her panties, they never ceased to bring an intense thrill to me as I held them in my hands knowing they had been right next to her pussy.
Finally, once I couldn't ignore the throbbing and urging of my cock any longer, I'd wrap my hand around my pole and slowly start to stroke myself. At the same time, I'd hold her panties to my face and let my imagination run wild with all kinds of nasty thoughts about my daughter, her virginal pussy and her panties.
I don't know how long Bonnie actually stood in the hallway outside my door that morning and watched me sniffing her panties and stroking my cock. I never heard her come through the front door or walk up the stairs. I found out later she actually came back to get her cell phone, but, she never told me, and, I never asked how long she was standing there watching me.
In any event, as I was writhing on the bed, sniffing her panties and stroking my hardened cock, something caught my eye and I looked up to see Bonnie standing there in my doorway. Immediately, I pulled her panties from my face and rolled to the side to cover myself. As I did, she mumbled something about forgetting her cell phone and then she was gone.
I have to say that the next three hours were the absolute worst three hours of my entire life. I didn't know what she'd do – maybe she'd call her mother and tell her what she witnessed. Maybe she'd return home in a rage, yelling and screaming at me at the top of her lungs. Maybe she'd simply pack her suitcase and leave without saying a word. I wasn't sure what she was going to do, but I was ready to profusely apologize, that's for sure.
I rehearsed in my head a hundred times what I was going to say to her. I promised myself I'd beg for her forgiveness and never, ever touch her panties again.
But, when Bonnie came home, there was no mention of it at all. In fact, she acted like it never happened. When she came in from shopping, her arms were full of bags stuffed with new clothes, and she was eager to show me everything she bought. Not once did she look at me weird..... she didn't avoid me...... she wasn't hesitant, and through it all, she acted completely normal. I even began to wonder if I'd hallucinated, fantasized or dreamt the whole thing. Honestly, through the rest of the day and while we had dinner and watched a movie, she showed no trace of anger, disgust or even any indication that it even happened.
When the movie was over, my stomach was so tied up in knots, I was about to bring it up, myself, and begin my profuse apology. But, when she got up off the couch, casually walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek just like she always does before she goes to bed, I decided to hold my tongue.
Then, just as if nothing had happened, she went up the stairs, turned into her bedroom and closed the door. I sat there, racking my brain over what to do when I heard her door open. Turning to look up the stairs, I watched as Bonnie came about half way down the staircase and stopped.
"Daddy, do you want to go out shopping with me tomorrow and have lunch at a new place I found today?" She asked.
"Sure." I answered, still wondering if I should bring up what happened and offer my apology.
"Okay, let's try to leave by ten. Is that too early?" She asked, with a smile on her face.
"No," I replied, "that's fine. Maybe I'll get up early and make us breakfast."
"Hmm," Bonnie mused, "can you make those big, thick waffles you used to make me?"
"Absolutely." I said, smiling back.
"I can't wait!" My daughter answered as she turned back toward her room.
Then a few seconds later, she stopped for a second in the hallway, saying, "Goodnight, Daddy. I love you."
"I love you, too, Sweetheart." I replied. And then she disappeared into her room and closed the door behind her.
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be happy, or scared shitless. I honestly knew I didn't dream up the fact that she saw me masturbating with her panties. But, why hasn't she said anything?
I shook my head in an absolute dilemma of what I should do. After a few minutes, I locked the front door, turned off the lights and decided to head up to bed. After climbing the stairs, though, I happened to glance into the hall bathroom as I walked by. Needless to say, I was shocked to see a pair of Bonnie's yellow panties in the middle of the bathroom floor.
I can say without a doubt these panties weren't there the last time I passed by her bathroom because I remember pausing there for a moment to turn the light off as I walked by. And to top that, these panties were squarely in the middle of the floor and there's no way she could have gone in and out of the bathroom without having to step over them. So, as I stood there looking at the panties, I had to wonder what was happening.
I hesitantly glanced toward Bonnie's room. Her door was closed and there was no light coming from under her door. Obviously, the light was off, and she was probably in bed. So, taking a deep breath, I took a cautious step into Bonnie's bathroom and peered down at the silky, yellow panties lying on the floor. Bending down, I looked at them lying there and it was plainly evident to me there was a small wet spot on the gusset of those yellow panties.
"Shit!" I uttered under my breath. Was my daughter completely unaware of what she saw me doing? I mean, is she so out of touch and unknowledgeable to realize I was masturbating and sniffing her panties when she saw me earlier? Didn't she understand I was using her panties to get me off?
Finally, the only thing I could think of was that maybe she didn't really see at all. Maybe I was quick enough to roll over, and she didn't see me holding her panties to my face. Maybe she was only standing there for an instant – the exact instant I saw her.
"That must be it!" I said to myself. She probably didn't see anything, or she was in such a hurry to get back out to her shopping, it didn't even register to her what I was doing.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and then glancing toward the door and listening for any signs of Bonnie still up in her room, I bravely reached down to pick up her yellow panties, opened them up, and looked down at the crotch. And, just as I thought, there was a very fresh and very wet patch in the exact center of the gusset of her panties. Listening again to make sure I couldn't hear any trace of her, I picked up those yellow panties, turned the light off in the bathroom and tip-toed down to my own room and closed the door.
As quick as I could, I unbuttoned my jeans and threw myself down on my bed. Then, holding her panties to my face, I reached into my jeans, pulled my cock out and fiercely began to stroke myself.
I breathed in deeply, smelling my daughter's pussy as my hand whaled away on my cock. Throwing all caution to the wind, I rubbed her panties against my lips, feeling for the wet spot, and then uncontrollably, I began to suck and lick the wet spot, tasting the familiar taste of her untouched, virgin womanhood.
I didn't last long at all, and before I knew it, I was spurting long streams of thick, white globs of cum from the tip of my cock, peppering my chest with little pools of hot sperm. After my orgasm subsided, I lay there trying to catch my breath as I wondered about the yellow panties and how they got on the floor of my daughter's bathroom. I was certain they weren't there earlier, and the more I thought about it, I convinced myself that Bonnie was just careless and unaware of the temptation her panties held for me. Her innocent nature and her inexperience with men, quite frankly, made her oblivious to the fact that she was feeding and enabling my fetish for her panties.
That night, I slept with her panties balled up in my hand, waking up from time to time to hold them to my nose and tug on my cock. I masturbated twice again during the night, savoring her pussy smell and taking advantage of her panties.
When I woke up the next morning, a quick glance at the clock told me it was still before seven o'clock. Knowing full well my daughter wouldn't be up for a while, I drug myself into the shower and relaxed in the hot steaminess as the water massaged my back.
