- Chapter 3 was short and, I thought, a bit boring, so I added chapter 4 into it. Hope you enjoy! The new chap. 4 coming soon -
Mark finally reached over to the knobs and turned the shower off. He still couldn't believe what had happened, that his daughter had seen him masturbating. That he had stroked himself while thinking about his sultry, sexy, temptress of a daughter. He grabbed his silk robe from the back of the bathroom door, wrapping it around himself as he walked over to the bed. He sat on the bed with a thump, lost in thought. Thinking to him self that he should go explain to Samantha what she had seen. Why he was doing what he had been doing.
A small smile played across his lips when he thought of that conversation, "Samantha baby, daddy wants to explain to you what you saw. Why daddy was stroking himself in the shower." Yeah, that would go well.
"Well baby, daddy was thinking about mommy and remembering what a slut she had been for him when she was alive. Daddy misses fucking mommy baby."
Oh yeah, that would go over just great. And he of course wouldn't tell her that it was her image that he finally finished to. Her image that made his cock explode in a way that he had never had it explode before. That it was the best orgasm that he had ever had on his own.
But he did need to talk to her. He decided to do it right then, when they were both still embarrassed, that way they could talk about it and forget it. He went over to his dresser and pulled out a clean pair of boxers, one thing was for sure, he wasn't going in there in just a robe. Mark pulled the boxers up over his hips, carefully tucking his still hard dick down so Samantha wouldn't see it, and made sure his robe was tied tight, took a calming breath and started toward Samantha's bedroom door.
Just as Mark raised his hand to knock, he heard the most amazing thing coming from inside his little girl's room. "Oh god daddy that's it, eat your little slut's pussy!" Marks cock instantly got rock hard. He stayed at the door and listened to his little girl masturbating, masturbating to him, her daddy. His sweet, innocent, beautiful, sultry, little temptress was in her room, rubbing her pussy and calling out to him, her daddy!
Marks hand automatically went back to his cock, rubbing through his silky boxers. He kept his ear tight to the door, listening to his little girl writhe and moan. Every sound from his little girl made his cock grow harder, his balls tighter. He was just beginning to wish he had left the boxers behind when he heard a thud from her room. "SHIT!" he exclaimed, moving quickly away from her door. He walked quickly back to his bedroom and closed and locked the door.
"Shit, shit, shit!" he said to himself. "What am I doing, what if she heard me?" Mark paced back and forth at the end of his bed, his conscience wreaking havoc in his brain.
"What if she did hear you stupid, she was in there fucking herself pretending it was you."
"It doesn't matter, she's my daughter, I shouldn't be thinking about her this way!"
"Oh get off it, you know you loved it, and would love to hear again, maybe even help her next time!"
"NO!!" He yelled out. Oh god, this was getting out of hand, part of him actually wanted to go in there and take her, fuck her little girl brains out and claim her as his own little slut. But the daddy in him knew that even thinking such things was wrong, even if she did make his lust rise like never before, even if his little slut made his dick ache with just a few uttered words. Mark stayed in his room for another hour, debating with himself over slowly seducing his 18 year old daughter, or being a good father who always had a very uncomfortable hard on when around his little girl.
While Mark was in his bedroom thinking, Samantha had gone downstairs to make dinner. She decided daddy needed something special to eat that night, so she pulled out two huge T-bone steaks, potatoes, broccoli and a box of brownie mix. She prepared the steaks and set them aside while she peeled the potatoes.
Although trying to keep busy, her mind kept drifting back to the sight of her daddy's huge cock, and her little bit of naughtiness in her room earlier. She peeled and thought of how daddy's hand hadn't fit all the way around his cock. She chopped and thought of how wet her panties had been when she went back in her room. She added water to the pot of potatoes and thought of how hard she came when she imagined daddy's tongue on her soaked little pussy. "Sam you've got to stop this!" she thought to herself, "Your already getting wet again, and daddy will notice something is up if he sees how flushed and fidgety you are!"
Samantha managed to calm herself enough to finish preparing dinner, putting the potatoes and broccoli to simmer on the stove and the steaks in the broiler. She pre-heated the stove and mixed the brownies, finally finishing by cleaning up the dishes she had used and setting the table. Just for fun and something special, she lit the candles she kept on the dining room table and dimmed the lights.
