Stepping through the front door, Kathy Sherman kicked off her sandals; barefoot she ascended the stairs to her room. School had been as boring as ever; teachers droning on and on, while childish boys made a total ass of themselves. Four weeks left, the eighteen year old sighed, she couldn't wait.
As she passed by the closed door of her fathers' study, Kathy paused. "I'm home daddy", the young girl called through the door.
"Hey Sweetie", the voice of her father Derek called back. "Don't forget movie night tonight babe", he father added as she stepped away.
Movie night had become their ritual whenever her mother had to leave town. In Boston for a conference, Becky Sherman had laughed at the idea of a teenage girl wanting a movie night with her father, but Kathy had come to cherish the special time just the two of them spent each time.
As Kathy stepped into her bedroom, her eyes automatically swept her room. Her heart skipped a small beat when she saw the sock hanging on the front of her dresser. Yep, she mused, there it is. She had deliberately left the sock off to the right this morning. Now, while looking at quick glance the same, Kathy could tell it had been moved and was now more centered.
Closing and locking her bedroom door, Kathy set down her books and powered up her computer. She had been noticing things the last couple of months; little things, nothing really special. Small items moved in her room, subtle changes, as if someone had been there.
When she had told her friend Angie at school her suspicion that her parents were spying on her, her friend had been outraged. Quickly lending Kathy the small mini cam she used to monitor her own bedroom from her own prying parents.
Kathy didn't tell the girl it wasn't about drugs or some secret diary. It was something that had shocked Kathy at her discovery. It was her dresser, specifically her panty drawer. It didn't happen every day, only now and then. But, it was something she had noticed. It was always when dad her father was home.
Kathy had set up the cam and waited. It had taken three days, but now she finally had something. She sat and watched as the program for the mini cam started up, fast forwarding through the images of her empty room. The cam was capable of Bluetooth directly to her hard drive. She had set the timer to ten hours of recording; it had started at 9am and was set to turn off at 7pm.
As the timer hit a little after noon, Kathy caught a blur on the screen. She slowed the playback and rewound. She sat and watched as her father entered her room. Dressed in a bathrobe, his hair wet from the shower, she watched as he walked to the bed. As he slowly ran his hand over the wrinkles she had been sleeping on the night before, Kathy felt a tremor run through her body as she watched; how could he, she wondered.
Stunned, she watched as her father turned and strode to her dresser. Moving the sock she had carefully placed, he pulled open the top drawer. Kathy watched as he slowly lifted pair after pair of her panties out. Running the material through his fingers; before folding them neatly to place them back as they were. Just as he pulled out a pair of white lace panties, she saw him turn and walk out of the view of the camera. 'What the hell', the young girl thought.
Then, she saw him step back into view' slowly easing his tall frame onto her bed. She could see the white lace still in his left hand, as he held something else in his right. As his right hand slowly rose to his face, the realization struck Kathy like a bolt of lightning. 'Oh my God', she thought, 'he dug out my thong from my fucking laundry!'
Even as disgust swept through her, Kathy felt an intense heat fire up in her own loins. 'Jesus girl, he's your damn father'; she told herself. As Kathy reached for the mouse to shut down the program, she caught his hand sliding down his body. Holding the white lace panties, she watched as her father opened his robe, wrapping the lacy cloth around his cock.
"Oh God" Kathy softly moaned. She wasn't a virgin by a long shot; she had seen her share of cocks. But, what she stared at now damn near hit perfection. At least eight inches long, and thick, the swollen head glistened with a drop of pre cum. She shuddered as her father brought his cock straight up, letting her see the slight curve in the shaft. 'Fuck would that hit the right spot' Kathy thought.
Kathy could only stare at the screen as her fathers' hand slid up and down the shaft. She swore she could even see it throb on the screen. Her lace panties, gliding along with his hand; "Oh daddy" she whispered.
Suddenly she scrambled to get her headphones on and plugged in. No sooner had the jack hit home then words poured into her ears.
"That's it baby girl...suck daddy" filled the young girls ears.
A violent tremor shot through the eighteen year old. 'Fuck, he wants me to suck him'. Her eyes riveted to the thick cock being stroked only inches from her face on the screen. 'God help me I would' was the first thought burning through her mind.
Kathy watched as her lace panties were slowly soaked in her fathers' pre cum. She could tell by the motion of his hips he was nearing release. "Cum for me daddy", she whispered.
"Oh Kathy", her father groaned on the screen.
As she watched a fountain of thick white cream erupted from the tip of his cock. Kathy felt her own body convulse with each spurt she watched, her juices gushing out to coat her hand. Hand? She looked down stunned. He hand was grinding between her own thighs, two fingers buried in her drenched hole
"Oh fuck...daddy" she gasped; as a second convulsion tore through her. Her eyes watching the screen again as a second thick rope of hot, white cream pulse form her father. Her mouth watered to taste him, while her pussy clenched around her fingers to feel it burst inside her.
Her eyes rolling back, Kathy could only sit and shake as the most mind bending orgasm of her life roared through her. "Unnnnggghhhhhhh..D..d..da..daddy" she gasped. All guilt and shame erased by the intensity of her body.
Kathy sat shaking at her desk; her trembling hand shutting down the mini cam program. Her mind reached a conclusion no daughter should ever consider. Pulling her cum soaked panties from between her legs, she grabbed a small post-it note and quickly scribbled a message. Then, walking into her bathroom she wrapped the note inside the still dripping cloth, carefully placing them on the top of her laundry basket.
Tomorrow should prove to be very interesting, she mused.
Derek Sherman worked at his computer for the first half of the day; then, headed to his usual mid-day shower. As he stood in the cascading warm water, he mind shifted back to breakfast, seeing Kathy as she left for school. The tight skirt, and those damned long toned legs. The curve of her breasts through the lettered senior sweater she had worn. The last few months had been pure torture for him. They were only getting worse.
His wife's career had hit zenith, her trips to the corporate offices in Boston happening more often now. Their love life, while never the hottest to begin with, had tapered off even more. Beck was very traditional. In the dark, missionary, if he was lucky once every couple of weeks.
