This is something a little different for me. Let's explore the taboo subject of daddy daughter incest. As always, please share your comments and any rating you'd care to leave. With that, bi to housekeeping out of the way, let's go! Enjoy the story.
My daughter, my pride and joy, met and fell in love with a Mr. party animal in high school. They eloped and married against all advice, each at the too-young age of 21. My daughter is a beautiful, precious woman with a dazzling smile, pretty face, blonde hair, bigger sized boobs, long legs, a narrow waist and a heart-shaped ass. As she developed boys were attracted to her like bugs to a bright light bulb. But as seems to happen with pretty women my daughter was attracted to the "bad boys," thus my son-in-law.
They were forced to live in the spare room when Covid cancelled their jobs, his as a bartender at an upscale restaurant and hers as a waitress in a downtown bar. Being in their early 20s, having lots of time to kill, stimulus money to burn, and him being Mr. Party animal, well, it was only natural when eventually he strayed. She found out, he promised not to stray again. But he did. And yet again. To nobody's surprise they split up. She stayed here in her old room while he moved out to join his latest fling.
My daughter, now technically extra room 'renter' went through several interviews before landing a waitress job at Hooters. Although I always found her attractive, I hadn't really considered how sexy she was until she started leaving and coming home in her Hooters tight shorts and body-hugging white, low-cut t-shirt. For those of you unfamiliar with the place, the waitresses dress in very short, very tight shorts and usually have plenty of cleavage on display.
Each night after her shift she'd sashay past me as I watched TV on the living room couch with her big tits swinging and that heart-shaped ass swaying and those long legs pumping. I forced myself to not notice how ultra-hot she was. I refused to allow myself to think about how sexually proud and aware she was of her many assets; her long blonde hair, her stunning butt, her big tits, her ravishing smile and those deep blue eyes you could dive into and never come up from.
I tried to tamp it down, the feeling that I found her sexy. I really did. After all, she is my daughter and to have those kinds of thoughts about her was taboo, perverted, wrong.
And I almost succeeded.
Often, after coming home she'd make herself a late-night snack and sit on the couch while eating and watching TV with me. Those events only lasted a few minutes, but I looked forward to them each and every day. She didn't always sit and eat with me, but when she did we got into kind of a routine. She'd make her snack in the kitchen, join me on the couch, and I'd offer to get her a drink, or massage her tired feet, or back, or shoulders to help ease the tension of waitressing all day.
She'd sweetly thank me but always decline my offer. But I didn't care, because I got to spend a few precious moments with her, looking into her smiling face and those deep blue eyes. I'd thrill when she'd flash that dazzling smile at me. I even enjoyed the smell of her perfume mixed in with the sweat she'd earned waiting tables.
And the more that happened, the more I noticed how awesome she smelled as she kissed my cheek goodnight. Against my will I'd watch her butt wiggle just so as she'd get up to go upstairs. I tried not to notice how those big boobs would shift and sway as she stood. I'd force myself to not notice her hair flipping over her shoulders as she'd turn to me, saying goodnight before ascending the stairs. And each time that happened I recognized I was going just a bit deeper into comprehending how perfect she was. How hot. How sexy. Taboo thoughts crowded my mind. I tried to ignore them. Yet she grew more and more on my mind and in the boner I'd sport watching her move about. I felt ashamed of myself for having those thoughts.
Taboo! Perverted! Not OK! That's your DAUGHTER for crying out loud! What the fuck are you thinking!
Yet there those thoughts were, rising stronger, higher. The intensity of my desire for her grew with each little visit she gave me on that couch. I forced them down, trying my best to ignore them. But it was like trying to ignore a rising floodwater seeping under my door.
So like I said, I tried hard to tamp down my ever-increasing desire for her. I really did.
And I almost made it.
If only she'd not left her phone unlocked one night.
She'd finished a late shift and was in the kitchen fixing a snack. She'd left her phone unlocked on the coffee table near enough to my position on the couch that I could reach it if I wanted to. Being the curious guy I am I decided to pry into her private life. Yeah, I know I have no right and she deserved her privacy. But I was curious who, if anybody, she was dating. Is that so bad? Hey, if it had been you would you have ignored the chance to snoop? Really? Be honest.
Anyway, I sat forward on the couch, and with my heart beating as fast as a Hummingbird grabbed her phone while keeping an eye out in the kitchen. She was almost done making her sandwich, so I had maybe 5 or 10 seconds before she came back. With shaking hands I swiped to see what apps she had open. That's when I noticed her Insta was active.
Opening it blew my mind.
This was clearly a private, hidden Insta and not the 'normal' account she shared with me and the rest of the family. The first picture took my breath away. She was naked except for a pair of red spaghetti strap high heels and a red g-string pair of panties. She was bent over, her legs straight, her ass up, displaying her perfect long legs, stunning butt and barely hidden slit in a selfie she'd taken in her full-length mirror. Wow, 791 likes!
Holy Shit!
Oh! My! God!
I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, my body shook with the sheer sexual perfection of her pornographic pose.
Shaking like a leaf I swiped to the next picture. This one featured a close up of her pulling her white Hooters t-shirt down, sans bra, revealing her stunning 36DD's in all their glory.
Fuck!
Another swipe, another hot picture. This one was full profile, her ass to the camera displaying her flawless cheeks with nothing but a black g-string to protect her virtue, her upper body was turned sideways toward the camera, her naked boobs covered with her other hand. Her phone hid her face. None of the pictures showed her face, but I knew it was her beyond a shadow of a doubt.
She was finished making her sandwich, I could hear her putting away the stuff into the fridge.
Fuck! She'd be coming in here any second!
I realized I wasn't breathing. My hands shook. I tried to control my excitement. My stiffy grew in my pants and I caught myself drooling.
I was frozen, my mind spinning on how to friend this account without her knowing it was me. But a plate clanking in the kitchen brought me back to the present. I couldn't let her bust me perving her nasty Insta pics!
I heard footsteps. OH SHIT! She rounded the corner of the kitchen, entering the living room. DAMN! But she was looking down at her plate. I had a split-second to do something.
With zero thought and all adrenalin I swiped her Insta closed while scrabbling her phone back onto the coffee table with shaking, epileptic hands. I pretended to have a coughing fit as I leaned over the coffee table, hopefully to assuage any suspicion she might have for why I was bent over her phone.
"You okay?" She asked with concern.
"Oh. Yeah. You know, just swallowed wrong. Happens to us older folks." I pretend-laughed back to her.
"Ah. Okay," She smiled, "Well I'm heading upstairs, got some stuff to do before bed."
She grabbed her phone then sashayed past me on her way upstairs. I mentally kicked myself, realizing only then that I hadn't noticed the name of her Insta account. Damn it! I wouldn't be able to follow it if I didn't know the name.
My cock was raging in my pants. As soon as I heard her door close I ran into the bathroom, sat on the pot and masturbated to the burned-in memory of her hot Insta pictures. It took no time at all before I blew one of the best orgasmic loads I'd ever had.
What a fucking pervert I am! Masturbating to my daughter's nasty, slutty pictures. I'm going straight to hell.
She never left her phone unlocked again, but that didn't matter. I was infatuated with her, desiring to see more of her naked body, or maybe even touch it by way of a massage.
The pervert in me had arose to power.
Taboo! Perverted! So wrong! You cannot allow yourself to be turned on by your daughter!
But I was.
For several weeks I enjoyed yet suffered through her on-again, off-again sitting near me sessions on the couch. Now that summer is here she added to my torment by occasionally passing me in her ultra-tight bikinis on her way to our backyard Jacuzzi. And she topped that layer cake of lust by sometimes heading out for a night of dancing with friends dressed in ultra-short little black dresses, high heels and slutty makeup. She continued refusing all my offers for massages and she refused to allow me to join her in the Jacuzzi, begging for solitude so she could enjoy her wine in peace.
And the urge to be with her grew in me. Shame haunted me. But I couldn't resist the desire to see her, touch her, hold her.
It was hard to see her in person, watching as she'd pass me by on the way to her bedroom with a quick "love you dad." Sometimes I wondered if she was going up there to take more nasty, erotic, slutty pictures to share with her lustful Insta fans.
Adding to my suffering she occasionally brought random guys home. You know the type; young, hot beefy guys with big biceps, washboard abs, bronzed skin and way too much hair. I took solace in thinking that with any luck in 20 or 30 years those bronze gods would have their hair thinning, sporting a big beer belly, a hairy back and a bald spot in the middle of their head. Fuckers.
Most of her dates only stayed a few hours, laughing in her room, sometimes going quiet for a long time. That always made me nervous. Typically after an hour or two she'd walk them out and end up sleeping alone. But every once in a while my morning coffee would be ruined as I'd watch her lead some guy down the stairs still wearing the disheveled clothes he wore the night before. They would pause at the door, him giving her a deep kiss and ass-grab before heading out to do whatever young, bronzed surfer dudes do in the morning.
I hated to admit how jealous I was. And my desire for her grew each time another one-night stand left.
I could treat her right. Better than those fuckers. I loved her. Those guys only wanted to pump their cum in her and dump her. I'd protect her and give her the sexual love she truly deserved.
Pervert! Get your head together! That's taboo!
The urge to be with her continued to grow in me, leaving an unfulfilled need that wormed its way deeper and deeper into my psyche. The need to see her sexy body in the flesh was like an endless hunger. The more she unwittingly teased me, the more I wanted her.
And one night I finally accepted my desire. I accepted the fact that what I wanted to do was taboo. I wanted to touch my own daughter. I wanted to feel her and caress her and who knows, perhaps even fuck her.
