Caught Looking at Daddy’s Porn

At first my family fantasies were restricted solely to my brother. That changed shortly after I found a secret stash of porn my dad had out in the old detached garaged behind our house. When no one was home, I would sometimes sneak out there and go through the small collection of musty girlie magazines hidden under his workbench. It wasn’t long before the following fantasy was added to my private repertoire:

I’m squatting in the cluttered garage with a faded copy of Hustler spread open on a milk crate in front of me. I’ve taken off my jeans, but my white cotton panties dotted with blue birds are down around my ankles. My fingers tickle lightly around my puffy vulva. My little clit is aching to be touched, but I don’t want to ruin it by going too fast. I don’t get this chance very often, so I want to make it count.

The smell of oil, rusted metal, and old sawdust is strong in the air. I bring my fingers to my nose and sniff, adding the scent of my own sweaty pussy to the mix. I turn the page and return my hand between my legs. The naked woman I’m looking at has magnificent tits. I long for the day that my small boobies develop into something more womanly, but I’m afraid it might never happen. I tickle my sparse patch of pussy hair, then slide my middle finger along my slit and feel how soft my lips are. I wonder if the sexy slut in the picture ever masturbates like me.

“Rachael, is that you in here?” It’s my dad’s voice.

I instantly panic. I have to hide the magazine, or pull up my panties, or grab my pants, or duck behind the garbage can, or…too late. My dad is standing close by looking around. He hasn’t seen me yet, but he will any second. In the shock of the moment, I didn’t end up doing any of the things my brain told me to do all at once.

“Oh, Rachael, it is you,” he smiles when he sees me. “What’re you do-…” He spots the magazine and the smile falters. “Oh.” Next he realizes my panties are down and my hand is the only thing covering his my naked pussy. “Oh, I see…ahem.”

I’m ready to die of the worst embarrassment I’ve ever felt in my life. Dad looks just as out of sorts as I feel. He scratches the back of his head as he considers the situation.

“Guess you stumbled on my little secret there, eh?” He chuckles nervously. “You mom would kill me if she knew I had those.” His body language tells me he’s struggling with an internal debate about what to do about finding his daughter masturbating to his porn. “That one you got there is probably my favorite. You got good taste, young lady.” He’s trying to lighten things up, but I’m so humiliated that I’m in no mood to laugh and stay crouched where I am.

My dad reaches out his hand, and I give him the magazine. He flips through the pages, pauses, flips a couple more, looks something over, then turns back a page. I notice a bulge growing in his pants and don’t know what to do. I should probably try to pull my panties up, but I don’t.

“This one gets me every time.” He puts the magazine down on the milk crate so I can see. There’s a shapely redhead taking up the entire left page. Both her legs are straight up in the air spread in a wide V. She’s squeezing her breasts together so that her nipples are almost touching. Her hair is big and curly.

“She has a sexy body,” I offer meekly. My stomach churns, hoping I didn’t spoil things by speaking. My dad’s smile becomes a little more relaxed, and he nods.

“She does, I’ll give her that. But that’s not the whole story.” He crouches down next to me and the closeness makes my privates almost vibrate in a way I never felt before. “It’s this that does it for me.” Dad taps the model’s face. “She has such a shy, innocent look about her. She could be the sweet girl next door, or the checkout girl you see every day at the store. And then you look down and wow! Look what she’s doing. That angel turns out to be one nasty little devil.”

My eyes stray to my father’s crotch and I see that the bulge has grown into something more substantial. His hand moves along his leg and he massages his hardness through his pants with me right there next to him.

“Yeah, I think I see what you mean,” I say, wanting him to know I understand what he’s talking about. The woman has big, beautiful pussy lips splayed open in front of us. That was the only thing I had really noticed before, but now that I was seeing it through my father’s eyes, the image was a lot more erotic than I had ever realized.

“Would it be okay, Rachael, if I join you?”

“Join me?” I’m not sure if he means what I hope he does. “That’s okay, if you want to.”

He pats me on the shoulder as he stands, opens his pants and drops them to the floor. Just like that I’m staring at my father’s hard cock. It’s big, and thick, and straight. The head flares out at the base and curves to a blunt point. I can even see my dad’s pee hole clear as day. His hairy balls hang heavily between his legs and I’m dying to know what it would feel like to hold them in my hand.

My father kneels down next to me, takes grips his massive hard-on, and begins stroking it slowly. He looks over and sees the stunned look on my face.

“Girls aren’t the only ones who masturbate, you know.” He punctuates his joke by nudging me with his elbow.

“I know, but…” I’m not sure if I should say anything.

“But…?”

“I never thought you did…‘that,’” I nod toward my dad’s hand moving steadily up and down his meaty shaft.

“No? What did you think I had these magazines out here for?”

I shrug, glancing up at him then back down at what he’s doing with his cock. “I guess I never really thought about it.” I press my hand to my pussy. It’s hot and moist against my palm.

“Do you come out here a lot?” he asks, more curious than accusing.

“I’ve done it a few times,” I admit. I’m ashamed of being caught, but now I’m also excited that I was.

“And do you always pull down your panties and touch yourself?”

I hesitated for a moment before nodding. I never told anyone before that I played with myself. I always thought it would be the worst thing in the world if anyone found out what a pervert I am. Now that I knew my dad did it too, it didn’t seem like as much of a terrible thing. “It feels good,” I say just to say something.

“I’m sure it does.” My dad looked down between my legs. I moved my hand a little to the side. “Looks like my girl finally has some hair down there.”

That makes me feel proud for some silly reason. He turns his attention to the magazine spread and continues to work his cock. I get up the nerve to touch myself the way I’ve been wanting to for the last couple minutes. I circle my touch around my hole and smear some of the wetness around down there. My finger moves up and down and around. I can’t believe I’m doing this with my dad right there with me.

“Do you want to see the one I like the most?” My voice sounds small and squeaky, but I manage to get the words out.

“Sure, sweetheart, I’d like that a lot.”

I flip to the last pictorial. There’s a dark-haired woman with a pixie-cut and small breasts. She’s on her knees with her butt toward the camera. Her hand is on one of her butt cheeks and she’s pulling it to the side so you can see everything between her legs. I point to it, and move my hand back down to where it was.

“Hmm, nice,” my dad says as he inspects the photo. “Why do you like this one?”

I’d never really thought about it before. I study the picture as I lightly finger myself.

“I guess because she’s not just sitting there all like, ‘Look at me.’” I consider the model’s face for the first time, noticing that she has an expression that was partly a challenge and partly an invitation. “She’s taking charge and showing off what she’s got, like she’s proud of it or something.”

“Okay, yeah, I can see that.”

“And I like how she’s not shy to let you see…everything.”

“Everything?” my dad prompts. His hand is moving a little faster. I go ahead and start rubbing my clit like I would if I was by myself.

“Yeah, y’know, like her…stuff…”

“You mean her pussy?”

Hearing my father say that word sends a tingle through me. “Yeah, her pussy and her…butthole.”

“Mmm, I have to agree with you on that one, sweetheart. There’s something about a woman who’s willing to spread her ass and put it all out there.” He looked down at what I was doing again. “Damn, you’re certainly not a little girl anymore, Rachael.”

“I know how to make myself have an orgasm,” I blurt out in an attempt to prove just how grown up I am.

“Is that so? I suppose you’ve been doing a lot of practicing under the covers late at night,” he kidded. “Do you know what happens when a man has an orgasm?”

“Sperm comes out,” I answer quickly, maybe too quickly.

“Ah, good. I wasn’t sure if your mother covered that part when she had ‘The Talk’ with you.”

I don’t tell him that I didn’t learn this bit of sexual trivia from Mom. “Are you going to make yourself orgasm, Daddy?”

“I don’t really have much of a choice at this point, young lady. As long as that’s okay with you.”

“Oh, yeah, sure!” I worry that I sound too enthusiastic. I try to regain my cool. “Totally.”

We look at the magazine together, but we are each more interested in what the other is doing than the static model who has been holding her ass open for the past five years.

“Dad,” I finally pipe up when a wicked idea enters my head. “Is it okay if I try something?”

“Ahh…depends on what it is.”

“Something I want to show you.” The butterflies are batting around inside my tummy like crazy.

“I’m game.”

I stand and kick off my panties and my sneakers, leaving on my ankle socks. Too bad I don’t have a pair of high heels handy. With my back to my father, I pull my shirt off over my head and take off my plain white bra. I’m very aware that I’m showing off my naked butt to my dad for the first time ever. It was no big deal though because I was about to show him a whole lot more.

I find an open spot and spread an old blanket over the cement floor. I get down on my back, put my feet up high in the air, open my legs in a wide V, and squeeze my tiny boobies together. My dad instantly recognizes the pose and laughs. He’s not laughing at me, but just because of how happy I’ve made him. I try to make that same shy, innocent face he likes so much in his favorite picture.

“Oh my God, Rachael. You’re too much.”

“You don’t need those dirty old magazines, Daddy. Not when you have me.” I never knew acting like a filthy slut would feel so good. “Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding? I love it, sweetheart!” He is jerking off even faster now. “You’re a hundred times sexier than the girl next door could ever be.”

“Can you see my pussy, Daddy?” I worry the lighting isn’t good enough for him to get a good look. “You should get closer so you can see it better.”

He gets up, kicks away his pants and kneels down in front of me like my naked body is some kind of holy altar. My legs are getting tired, but I hold them open for my father. “Instead of masturbating to those magazines, you can masturbate to my pussy whenever you want.”

“Oh God, you’re going to make me cum so hard, baby girl.” My dad starts playing with his balls, rolling them around in his hand as he jerks himself. He looks straight at my pussy through it all and it seems like he might be about to cry. “How about your favorite picture? Want to show me that pose?”

A bolt of excitement shoots through me. I hadn’t even thought of that. What an awesome idea. I lower my legs and turn around onto my knees. I look over my shoulder and give Dad my best inviting challenge I can muster, the put one hand on a butt cheek.

“You ready for this?” I say, trying to be all bad-ass sexy.

“Yes, yes! Please, yes!”

I slowly ease my cheek to the side and open myself up to him completely. My dad lets out a shuddering moan and beats his cock faster. “Can you see everything, Daddy?”

“I see everything, sweetheart. I can see it all.”

I can tell he was getting close. “You can squirt your sperm on me if you want to, Daddy. You can squirt it anywhere on me you want. Even on my asshole.” I move my butt toward him, hoping he’ll take my last suggestion.

“I love you, Rachael!” he cries out and leans in toward me. “I fucking love you sooooo muuuuuch!” As he yells the words his cum begins to spew from his cock straight onto my little asshole. He pumps spurt after spurt onto me, some of it landing on a cheek, some of it squirting directly onto my pussy.

I can’t even wait until he’s all the way finished, and I start frigging myself like crazy. My cunt is all gooey with my father’s sperm and if feels more than amazing. I never masturbated so hard and so fast in my whole life. It only takes a few seconds before I moaning and screaming through my first orgasm in front of my dad.

“I’m going to cum! Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for cumming all over my slutty asshole! You make my pussy feel sooo gooood!” I buck and hump my hand like it’s the best sex I’ve ever had (which it actually is). When my orgasm finishes, I can’t stop. I keep fingering myself like an out of control sex maniac until I cum again and again while my father holds his spent cock in his hand and watches in amazement.

Neither of us speak for a long while as I catch my breath. I want things to keep going, but I can’t get up the courage to tell my father I want him to do more sex things to me. He gets up, fetches a clean handkerchief from his pants pocket and tosses it to me. I’m afraid he’s ashamed of me and what we just did.

“Can we do this again some time, Daddy? I really like masturbating with you.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, sweetheart. We could get in a lot of trouble for messing around like this. If your mother ever found out…”

“I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Especially not Mom!” I open my legs and dab at the sperm around my pussy. My dad can’t stop looking.

“Your mom’s going to her quilting club tomorrow night,” he says suggestively as he pulls on his pants. “What do you say we meet up out here and take a look at that copy of Penthouse together?”

“Yes!” I jump up and throw my arms around him in a big hug. I almost forget I’m naked until I feel my dad patting my bare ass. “I love you, Daddy.” With that I plant a big, juicy kiss right on his lips.

He growls through gritted teeth, like I’m making it too difficult for him to walk out of the garage. He looks me over one last time before heading outside to act like he’s doing some yardwork. I get dressed and clean up the evidence before sneaking back into the house, going straight to my room, and fucking myself for the rest of the night in anticipation of the next day.

This was one fantasy that I rarely got the the end of before cumming. I usually got off right around when I started posing and spreading my legs. The idea of exposing my cunt to my father held a unique sexual charge for me. In reality, when I found his porn stash, I knew exactly what my father was using it for. The idea that my dad jerked off was a revelation to me back then, and it really fired my horny imagination. The thought of him jacking off to me as I showed off my naked body gave me more orgasms than I can count. These fantasies inevitably evolved into imagining scenes where my father and I would fuck, but I’ll save that for another time because right now I have to go take care of something out in the garage…

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18 thoughts on “Caught Looking at Daddy’s Porn

  1. You`re at it again . . . . drenching others with the sexually charged thrall your words posses.

  2. Hi Rachael…wonderful story, literally dripping with mommy’s sticky sweet imagination, and cravings. You’re a singular force of maternal erotic delight. And even when you take on the roll of a precocious, horny little girl, your insatiable hunger for all things slippery wet and fuckable explodes through in the most lickably hot way.

    Enjoy your Labor Day, and always make time to feed that pretty pussy of yours a few fingers, your imaginative mind the freedom to wander into yummy taboo places and a few moments now and then to write and share it all with your adoring fans… hugs n lix.

  3. so naughty. can’t wait till you suck your dad’s big thick cock till he cums all over your face and in your mouth

  4. Jesus Rachel….that was one hell of a story!! It’s great to have you back from your summer break and here’s hoping you have lot’s more to share! I need to tend to some items in my shed as well…. :)

  5. Rachael, I love the Daddy/Daughter themed stories. I have two daughters, adults now. Both girls are petite and gorgeous to this day. I dream and fantasize about making love with the two of them, almost every day, in hot 3-ways, that they both enjoy! They are bi, of course and not only do they enjoy dad, but they love each other as sisters and lovers as well.

  6. Very hot Rachel really like your imagination. The way you put it into writing so very naughty. I belive I will go to the shed myself now. XXOO

  7. Fucking hot and naughty as hell. Rachael, my dear, you’ve done it again! What’s next. 69? Sucking dad? Fucking dad? Showing off for dad? Limitless jack off opportunities for us lucky readers.

    Welcome back!

  8. Rachelle – you owe me an apology…

    Ever since I stumbled across your stories my productivity has plummeted and I have abused my cock to the point that it aches. You are a genuinely gifted writer with a wonderful ability to craft erotica.

    Very, very sexy.

    BTW – I desperately need you to finish writing the next chapter of My Daughter’s Dildo…

  9. I think your brain is made out of little penises and little pussys. You sure know how to cum up with some fantastic orgasms. Love it. Good to have you back.

  10. OMG !!…That was so HOT …. we should all have lovely sexy daughters like that !! I shot cum about the same time your daddy did..thanks hon.

  11. Well darlin’ you have done it again you have excited many followers with your word processor and sweet dirty mind . Are you trying to give me another heart attack or sho0uld I say hard attack . As you know I love your stories and hope to read many more.. As always stay safe and be naughty…………………………..

  12. Hi Rachael, dam your story got me so horny. I wish you was my daughter. I have a garage we can play in. LOL

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