I love thinking back to that first day, that indescribably wonderful moment when I first walked in on my daughter masturbating. That was two years ago, but even now when I think about it I feel my penis instantly begin to harden. I swear that if I were ever foolish enough to let my mind latch on to that particular memory during a presentation (in which I am generally standing up in front of a group of people with no podium to hide behind) everyone in the room would either be treated or shocked to the sight of a large protrusion in the front of my pants.
Fortunately not all of life is business meetings and there are times when one is permitted to reminisce and this happens to be one of those times, not only made possible but in fact required of me by the two significant women of my life: my wife and my daughter herself.
It’s not that they are exactly holding a gun to my head forcing me to recount the experience for an unknown, hopefully large, internet audience. No, their method is both more cruel and wonderful. I am to sit in front of my computer regaling the tale completely naked while I listen to them in the background in the other room making loud, passionate love to each other. I am not allowed to bring myself to orgasm nor will either of them assist me in any way until I have at least published, so to speak, the first part of our story; so if the story seems rushed I can only hope that my readers will appreciate my eagerness to have the tale told.
It was summer and I happened to drop by the house in the middle of the afternoon (being self-employed allows me some flexibility in my schedule). My wife was out doing business of her own and I assumed that my daughter was out with her friends. I was about half way up the stairs when I heard a feminine voice that appeared to be coming from our bedroom. Only what stopped me in my tracks and suddenly made my breath go shallow and my skin tingle with the sudden onset of a cold sweat, was that the voice was not speaking but moaning. The unmistakable moan of a female in sexual arousal.
My wife’s car was not in the driveway so I knew it wasn’t her in our bedroom and by process of elimination I figured it could only be our daughter, Rachel. I immediately changed my walk so as not to make any noise as I crept closer to the open bedroom door. Part of me was telling me that I should turn around, let her finish and never let on that I was ever the wiser. But another part of me – specifically, the part of me that was growing in stature between my legs – was telling me that this was an opportunity I knew I wouldn’t want to miss.
Knowing that I could hardly feign ignorance while holding an exposed cock in my hand I resisted the urge to unzip my pants and finger myself. Besides which, my intention, even though my blood boiled with hormonal heat, wasn’t to rape my daughter but to hopefully increase our level of intimacy. Just before crossing the threshold I tried to take a deep breath, knowing that once I stepped through the door I would be committed.
I stepped inside and turned to see my daughter completely naked on the queen size bed. Rather than lying on the bed with her head at the head of the bed, she was turned sideways lying on her back with her legs spread wide overhanging the edge of the bed. Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth was open as she panted for breath amidst sweet vocalized moans of feminine pleasure. She was slowing sliding a vibrating cock-replica dildo in and out of her wet, swollen pussy while she stimulated her clit with her other hand.
On the bed next to her was my wife and my open toy chest of sexual toys which she had apparently discovered. I could see the glisten of perspiration covering her body and smell the erotic mixture of feminine arousal mixed with pulsing aromatic waves of heat that rose from her slowly writhing, naked body.
