Imagine my surprise when I discovered my college age daughter was reading Literotica incest stories. Now, I'm not living in some fantasy world thinking my one and only daughter is still as pure as the driven snow. I've come to accept the fact that my freckle faced, pigtailed, and tomboyish daughter has grown up. Having spent her first year away at college, I just assumed she's been introduced to things like frat parties, internet porn and unfortunately, I accepted the fact that she's probably not a virgin anymore.
I guess it's a metamorphosis every father goes through – learning to accept the fact that every guy on the face of the earth is trying to get inside my daughter's panties. While I didn't cherish the thought of my daughter on her back with her knees pulled up and some young college kid pounding away at her, I knew it was inevitable.
Cathy was always an independent and smart kid. She didn't discover boys until she was almost out of high school and I never worried about her back then. But, once she got a full scholarship to a west coast university, that's when I started to worry. Her mother and I, even though we're amiably divorced, both talked with Cathy at separate times before she left for school and tried to give her a clue what she was in for during her first year at college, and to her credit, Cathy listed to everything we had to say.
So, I was incredibly delighted when Cathy called me last April and asked if she could spend the summer break with me. "Of course, Sweetie," I said, "you know I'd love that."
I was amazed that Cathy didn't seem to change much while she was at school, and the first week she was with me, it was just like the old days. Cathy even kissed me goodnight each night before she went to bed and again each morning. Many mornings, she made me breakfast before I went to work and we spent most nights together just hanging out.
One night, I woke up about 2:00AM with a splitting headache and decided to go down to the kitchen to get some aspirin. When I opened the door to my bedroom, I immediately noticed the light was still on in Cathy's room from the crack underneath her door. Not thinking much about it, I crept into the kitchen and took my aspirin. On the way back, though, Cathy's door was now open and she'd apparently slipped across the hall into the bathroom.
Walking past her door, I recognized the unmistakable blue and white screen of a Literotica story up on her laptop. Quickly making a decision to take a peek at what my daughter was reading, I stepped inside and found it to be an incest story posted in the new stories category.
About that time, my nose began to notice the obvious aroma of pussy juice in the room, and glancing over to her bed, I saw her twisted up panties lying amongst the unfurled sheets. Knowing full well it would not be good for her to catch me checking out her laptop and her panties, I reached down anyway and picked up her panties. To say I was surprised to find them wet and slimy in the crotch is an understatement, and in the fraction amount of time it took me to put two and two together, I realized my daughter had probably been masturbating through her panties while she was reading the incest story on her laptop.
I heard the toilet flush from the bathroom and scurried out of her room and back to my own room, silently closing my door just as she came out of the bathroom. I stood there, next to my door for a minute trying to figure out what this discovery meant. My daughter – my only child, the only thing good to come out of my marriage – was reading incest stories and getting off on them. And, if that wasn't curious enough, I had a hard-on the likes I hadn't seen in ages.
I went back to my bed and tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't. I kept thinking about Cathy and what she was doing. Was this a one time thing? Was she going from story to story, rubbing herself and she just happened to stumble upon an incest story before she had to pee, or, was she searching out incest stories and reading them in order to get herself off?
So many things went through my mind that night, but I settled into one thought – was Cathy reading incest stories and thinking about me? Her own father?
I tried to wipe the thought from my mind, but it kept coming back. It had been years since I saw Cathy in anything less than a swimsuit, but, based on the shorts and tops she was wearing the last week, I could only guess she had a cute, tight college girl body.
Before too much longer, I had my cock out and was masturbating to the thought of Cathy thinking about me. I had a quick and monstrous cum, followed by an hour of intense remorse before I finally got any sleep at all. The next morning, I woke up with an erection that would have been the envy of any porn star and I masturbated again, this time shooting cum all over myself and leaving the sheets covered with pools of wet, sticky cum.
That day at work, I couldn't get anything done because I spent the whole morning thinking about Cathy and the incest stories. I finally decided to pack it in after lunch and go on home and take a few personal hours off. I didn't expect Cathy to be there because she volunteered to go do some grocery shopping before I got home – and when I walked in the door, sure enough, she was gone. But, I quickly discovered some things that made my whole day get worse.
Cathy had stripped the sheets from my bed and they were apparently in the washing machine. Now, when I left this morning, I didn't make my bed, and I'm guessing it wouldn't have been too hard for her to figure out the wet stains on my sheets were my cum, especially since there were at least two or three pools of the sticky white stuff right in the middle of the bed.
Even if the cum had dried, the residue would tell its own story, and as my heart sunk, I realized my daughter knew, with absolutely no uncertainty, that I'd jacked off and cum on my sheets before I left for work that morning.
If that wasn't bad enough, next to the washer I found a pile of her lingerie waiting to be washed, and even though I tried not to pay the pile any attention, I couldn't walk away. On the top of the pile sat the panties that were on Cathy's bed last night, and as I picked them up and looked inside, I found the barely moist remnants of her female secretions. Then, picking up all the rest of her panties, I noticed each one had a blotch of dried pussy juice on the crotch panel, too.
My cock was incredibly hard and I almost pulled it out and jerked myself off right there, but, I pulled myself away, admonishing myself that it wouldn't be right to infringe on my daughter's privacy by using her panties to get myself off.
As I walked toward my room to change out of my work clothes, I glanced in Cathy's room and saw her laptop sitting on her desk, powered on. Figuring I might be able to tell something from looking at her computer, I pulled up her favorites and found a folder labeled "Lit Stories". I was shocked when I saw the contents – there were at least a hundred incest stories bookmarked! I pulled many of them up and they all had to do with father-daughter incest. With each one I looked at, it became obvious that my innocent daughter maybe didn't have such innocent thoughts, and of course, the only conclusion I could make is that these thoughts might be of her and I.
I did some more trolling around her hard drive and I found a folder named "Daddy". Opening the folder, I found a text file and started to read it. It didn't take long for me to realize this was an incest story and my eyes bugged out when I saw both of our first names in one of the paragraphs. The gist of the story was that for years, the daughter had a sexual desire for her father, but that desire had never been realized and the girl was at odds with herself on how to move it forward and get her father to notice her as a woman and a sexual partner.
I ran across a paragraph that detailed how the girl had tried in vain to get the courage to say or do something to get her father's attention. But not wanting to jeopardize her father's love, she'd chickened out each time. Another paragraph talked about how much she'd love to see her father naked, alluding to the fact that it had been over a year since she'd seen his penis - and how much she longed to see it again. I racked my brain thinking when, and if, Cathy would have seen me naked. Maybe while her mother and I were married – but I couldn't think of anytime in the last two or three years when she would have seen my cock.
Then, things went from bad to worse when I looked at the properties of the file and saw that the file itself was created the night Cathy arrived here from school and had been edited just a few hours earlier. Nervously, I went to the end of the thirty page file and read a passage where the girl finds wet sperm on her father's sheets and spends an hour masturbating herself in her father's bed.
"Oh, fuck!" I groaned. "She's been writing this story since she got here and it's about me."
I ran into my room and got one of my thumb drives and copied the file so I could read it all the way through later, and then left her laptop just the way I found it. Nervously, I sat alone on my bed and thought about all of this. Between finding my daughter's obviously soaked panties, the incest stories she bookmarked and the story it appeared she was writing, I was confused and excited – and, I was ashamed of myself. But, my shame didn't last very long when my cock wouldn't stop throbbing in my pants. The incessant erection I was carrying started the instant I found her panties lying by the washing machine and hadn't yet gone away. The nagging throb pulsed inside my pants and I finally just stood up and decided to take a shower and try to forget what I'd learned about Cathy.
The shower made me feel better, but, as I soaped up my cock, I began to think about Cathy's story and wondered if any of it was true and if she was really interested in me, sexually. Before long I had another hard-on, but since the hot water was about gone, I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Thinking Cathy was still at the grocery store, I casually opened the master bathroom door and walked out into my bedroom, drying my hair as I went.
