My Daughter’s Dildo 3

My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 3 of 8
by DirtyMindedMinx

Nicole was awake before me the next morning, which was unusual. Her panties were next to me on my bed. I was tempted to wrap them around my morning hard-on and jack off with them one more time. Since they were already crusted with two loads from the night before, I decided to restrain myself. I got up and tucked my daughter’s soiled panties down into my hamper under some of my own clothes. I needed to run them through the wash and clean off my filthy cum stains before sneaking them back into her drawer. I didn’t want her to know that her own father had sunk so low that he was doing unforgivably perverted things with her underwear.

I put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and followed the smell of brewing coffee. Nicole brightened with a huge smile as soon as she saw me shuffle into the kitchen. She was wearing a tight-fitting pair of pajama shorts and a flimsy top that left no question about whether or not she had a bra on (she clearly didn’t). I had a sense that if I looked closely enough I would be able to detect the rosy blush of her pink areolas through the light fabric. I did everything I could not to look.

“Morning, Daddy!” She came to me and kissed my cheek. “I’m making breakfast. What d’ya want?”

“How about scrambled eggs and toast?”

“Coming right up, sir.”

She had outgrown those bottoms. They were way too tight on her. I could see every curve of her pert little ass. Even the sensual crease of her gorgeously shaped butt was apparent. The only thing I couldn’t see were panty lines. I couldn’t tell if she was being a cock-teasing minx on purpose, or if it was all just her being innocently clueless and I was the one suddenly noticing her in this new, strikingly inappropriate, way.

I reached for the unopened electric bill sitting on the table in the hopes of distracting myself from my enchanting daughter and short-circuiting yet another improper erection.

“I’m sorry if I weirded you out last night,” Nicole said as she cracked the eggs into the pan. “I was in a kind of a strange mood.”

“No need to apologize.” I put aside the undecipherable bill and looked for something else to put my eyes on besides my daughter’s perfect ass. “We all have strange moods now and then. Some stranger than others.”

She dropped a couple slices of bread into the toaster. “Thanks for putting up with me.” She fetched the butter out of the refrigerator and set it on the table. Her nipples were conspicuously poking up from under the top. It was most likely because of the cold air from the refrigerator and they would surely settle back down in a minute or so. “I like that we can talk about anything together.”

“Me, too, sweetheart.” I tried to push away the dark urges that were rising up unbidden.

“I don’t think any other dad would be willing to admit to his daughter about how he jerks off.” She checked to see what kind of reaction that got out of me.

“Maybe because most dads don’t have a daughter who carries her dildo around everywhere she goes.”

She shot me a guilty smile over her shoulder. “Leave my new best friend out of this.”

Nicole scooped the eggs onto a plate, plucked the toast from the toaster, and set my plate in front of me along with the salt shaker. She sat down across from me and sipped her orange juice.

“Looks delicious,” I said for the sake of saying anything and dug in.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Ho, boy. I’m guessing this is another one of those personal questions, otherwise you wouldn’t be asking permission first.”

The wicked look in her eyes was enough to confirm my suspicion. “Last night, when we were talking, did you get an erection?”

I almost choked on my eggs. “What? Why?”

“Just curious.” She handed me a napkin. “It’s no big deal, but it looked like maybe you did and I was only wondering. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.” The last was said as a veiled challenge more than anything.

I looked up from my plate and saw my daughter leaning forward, intently waiting for an answer. I knew what she wanted to hear, but I also knew that I shouldn’t be encouraging her.

“Yeah,” I confessed, “I might have.”

Her eyes grew wide with delight at my response. “Why did you have a hard-on?”

“I don’t know. It just happens to men sometimes.” I was being a coward and she knew it. “Probably because of the way you were touching your dildo, or maybe all that talk about masturbating.”

“You are so cute right now, Daddy.” She reached out and grasped my forearm in a gesture of loving support. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I don’t mind if you get hard around me. I know that it’s a natural thing that happens to guys, and it’s not like I’m a little kid anymore.”

“No, you certainly aren’t.”

“I mean, I get horny all the time, and there’s no point in pretending that you don’t get like that, too.” Her nipples were poking up through her top again, and I definitely couldn’t explain it away this time as being caused by cold air. “It seems silly for us to have to hide the way we’re feeling from each other. Don’t you think?”

I had to try to inject some sanity into this conversation before it went too far.

“Look, sweetheart, I think you and I have a great relationship, and I wouldn’t ever want to do anything to lose that. It’s just that I’m not sure it’s a good idea for us to be too open about our sex lives with each other.” I felt her hand give my arm a light squeeze. “We should be able to talk if you have questions or problems, but I’m worried that it’s inappropriate for me as your father to share too much with you.”

My heart was beating fast and I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was saying what I knew I needed to say, but I hated every word out of my mouth. I could see some of that brightness fading from Nicole’s face as she absorbed what I was telling her. She put on a brave smile and patted my arm reassuringly.

“Okay, I guess that makes sense. Oops, I forgot your coffee.” She got up and went to pour me a cup. “Like I said, I’ve been in a weird mood lately. Forget about everything and just pretend like I’m my normal self.” She delivered my coffee with just the right amount of sugar and cream.

“I don’t want you to be upset, honey. I don’t want to ever do anything to hurt you, or to mess things up between us. That’s all.”

“I’m not upset,” she assured me without believing it herself. “I think you’re the best dad a girl could ever want.” She hugged me from the side with her head tucked against my neck. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you, sweetheart.” I patted her on the back.

She held the hug longer than usual. I wondered if she was about to start crying, but when she broke away she was as cheerful and chipper as ever. I knew she was feeling rejected and was doing everything she could not to let me see it. She was trying to protect me from feeling bad about what I’d said. I loved her for that, but I still felt bad.

The next couple days passed without incident. There was an intangible awkwardness between Nicole and me, but I knew it would pass soon. I was keeping my lascivious thoughts about my daughter to a minimum, and she was behaving herself in a much more proper manner. I was relieved that this strange storm had passed, until I went to do my laundry.

As I opened the hamper I remembered that Nicole’s panties were still hidden under my stuff. I dug down but couldn’t find them. I emptied the hamper out into the laundry basket one item at a time, but they were nowhere to be found. I went through everything two more times, but they definitely weren’t there. What the fuck?

That sinking feeling was back in my stomach. I went to Nicole’s bedroom. She was at soccer practice and wouldn’t be home for another hour. I looked in her underwear drawer, but they weren’t there. I checked her hamper without luck. I pulled the covers back on her bed and my worst-case worry was confirmed.

There by her pillow was her purple dildo. Twisted around that dildo were the panties that I had found outside my bedroom door. And they were still dirty. The spots where my cum had soaked into them and dried were more than obvious. There was no way that she didn’t know beyond a doubt that I had not only taken her underwear into my room with me, but that I had clearly jerked off onto them. More than once.

This was about as humiliating as it could get. I wanted to grab them and clean away the evidence of my lustful sins, but then she’d know I was snooping in her room. She hadn’t washed them herself. What did that mean? Was she planning on blackmailing me somehow? If one day down the road I told her she couldn’t stay out late with her friends, or go to a party, would she pull out those panties and wave them in my face? How could I exercise any parental authority with her holding onto that kind of leverage? I had royally screwed the pooch this time.

I left everything where it was and walked out of her bedroom in a haze. I had no idea what to do, so I simply did nothing. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I imagined, and it would all resolve itself quietly. Unlikely, but possible.

Nicole came home from practice and hit the shower. When she was done, my sweet daughter came into the living room wrapped in a towel that barely reached the tops of her thighs. She was holding her purple friend.

“Daddy, do we have any more batteries? I think I wore these ones out.”

“Already?”

She just shrugged and gave me a shy smile. The hussy was back.

She followed me into the kitchen and waited while I got her a new pair of batteries.

“Can you put them in for me?” She held the toy out to me, then pulled it back quickly. “Oops, wait! I haven’t washed it since the last time I used it.” She bit her lip seductively and looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes. “Oh, but you don’t mind that, do you, Daddy?”

She once again offered me her dildo. I took it, knowing that it was covered with the dried pussy juices of my baby girl. Damn, that kid was devious. I tried to keep my hands steady as I swapped out the batteries for her, even though I suspected she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. I handed the toy over and she turned it on.

“Wow! That’s more like it.” She touched the tip of her fake cock to her cheek and ran it across her lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She turned and headed for her bedroom. “See you in about half an hour.”

I swear I caught a glimpse of ass cheek as she went. It was all I could do not to follow her and jack off at her door again while I listened to my little girl fuck herself silly.

This had everything to do with the panties. The moral high ground had evaporated from underneath me like it was never there. She had the upper hand, and she was going to take advantage of it. Well, let her play her little games. I was the adult. I was her father. Yes, I’d had a moment of weakness, but I wasn’t going to let her get the better of me in this. All I needed to do was ignore her childish enticements and she would eventually give up trying to get a rise out of me.

Over the next few days I held firm. She resorted to leaving her dildo lying around all over the house. It seemed like I couldn’t turn around without it being there to taunt me. Nicole was running around the house in as little as she could get away with. One evening she was in the panties I had jerked off with, and I was pretty sure she still hadn’t washed them. The next night, as I went to my room to go to sleep, I heard that telltale buzzing noise coming from down the hall. It sounded louder than it should have. That’s when I noticed that Nicole’s door wasn’t closed all the way.

I stood there for a long time with my hand on the knob of my bedroom door. There was no mistaking what she was doing. But did she even understand it herself? Was she letting the fantasy get the better of her? I knew I had. The reality of what she was contemplating was too ugly to fully appreciate – especially at her age. There was some misguided, romantic idea in her head about me that would only bring pain and suffering if acted on. I heard a soft moan float down the hallway from her bedroom.

My knees felt weak, and my resolve even weaker. Everything was starting to unravel. I was overthinking this. I had to put it out of my mind, and not give her the satisfaction of responding to her provocations. She’d figure out soon enough that she couldn’t assert her feminine power over me. I was her father, for God’s sake.

I silently slipped into my bedroom, then violently beat off three times before falling into an exhausted sleep.

Work the next day was all but impossible. I couldn’t concentrate on anything without my daughter taking over my thoughts. I had to put a stop to her lewd behavior. If she acted up this evening I intended to confront her. It wouldn’t be pleasant, but being a parent isn’t always easy.

Surprisingly, Nicole was a model daughter that night. Soccer game, dinner, homework, and a little TV with her old man. Nothing inappropriate. No sexual innuendo. Not even a revealing outfit. Perhaps we had cleared the hurdle. I was beyond relieved. At least until a knock at my bedroom door later that night woke me up.

“Nicole?”

“Yeah, it’s just me,” she whispered, already in my room. “I can’t sleep.”

I looked for the glowing numbers of my clock, saw that it was after 2:00 a.m., and groaned. I felt her getting under the covers with me. “What’s the matter?” I muttered sleepily.

“I don’t know. Nothing.”

“Then why aren’t you in your bed asleep?” I could feel myself already starting to doze off.

“Daddy? Are you mad at me?”

“No. What makes you think I’m mad at you?”

“I feel like you’ve kind of been avoiding me. Well, not exactly avoiding, but something like it.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, sweetheart. I’m not mad at you.” I was barely getting the words out as I fought not to fall back to sleep.

“You seemed like maybe you were upset because I was talking about sex too much.”

“I wasn’t upset, really…more like concerned.”

“About what?” She shifted closer until her arm was touching mine.

“About things I shouldn’t be talking to you about…or doing.” I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

“Like what happened with my panties?”

“Huh?” That woke me up a little.

“You know,” her voice was low and almost seductive in the dark. “Like how you jerked off on my panties. That’s what you did, right?”

“Um…I don’t…you see, what you don’t understand is…” I tried to pull my head together, but was failing in every way possible.

“It’s okay, Daddy. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.” She snuggled closer. “You can tell me if that’s what you did.” She was so near, and warm. “Did you?”

There was no point in denying it. She already knew. “Yes. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, but…”

“You don’t have to explain it, Daddy. I understand.” Her fingers tickled up my forearm. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been with a woman, so you’ve got to do something.”

“That doesn’t make it right for me to do something like that.” I should have sent her back to her own bedroom at that point. I should have at least moved away from her. Instead I let her stay close and continue touching me. Neither of us spoke for nearly a minute. I was beginning to relax again when I heard my daughter’s voice.

“Daddy? What do you think about when you’re masturbating?”

I found myself answering, almost as if she had me in a hypnotic trance. “The usual things I guess. Women…fantasies…”

“Do you ever think about me?”

Even in my drowsy stupor I knew better than to respond honestly to that.

Nicole waited, but when no answer came she said, “Because I think about you sometimes, Daddy. Especially lately when I’m using my dildo.”

I had to wonder if I’d slipped into a dream state. I couldn’t have heard what I just thought I did.

“Honey…wait? What?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy, but I can’t help it. When I masturbate I think about you sometimes.” She laid her hand on my chest. “Actually, a lot of the time. Do you think I’m gross for doing that?”

“No,” I said trying not to panic. “No, but I don’t understand…”

“It started a while ago. You were in the shower and I came in to get something and I saw you. It was through the glass, and everything was steamy, and I was trying not to look, but I saw your hand moving…down there.” She pressed closer and I felt something hard against my hip. “I never thought about you like that before, but after I saw you jerking off in the shower I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I know it’s supposed to be disgusting to think about anything to do with your parents and sex, but it makes me really, really horny to think about you touching your cock like that.”

I wasn’t ready to deal with what I was hearing from my darling girl. “Something’s poking me,” I complained. “What is that?”

“Oh, sorry.” She reached between us. “It’s my dildo.”

“Why did you bring that in here?” This was getting more surreal by the moment.

“I didn’t really mean to. I like having it close by just in case.”

“In case what?”

Nicole’s hand moved from my chest down to my stomach. I put my hand atop hers, afraid it might go lower.

“Daddy, were you thinking about me when you jerked off and came on my panties? You can tell me the truth. It’s okay if you did.”

I should have simply kept my mouth shut, but for some sick reason I wanted her to know.

“Yes.” A pang of fear twisted my insides, but at the same time a sort of relief washed over me. “Yes, sweetheart, I was thinking about you when I was jerking off with your panties. I thought about how you’ve been walking around here lately showing off your legs and not wearing a bra. I thought about you using that dildo of yours, and about what a sexy woman you’re becoming.” I could practically hear her smiling in the dark. It was exactly what she wanted to hear.

“So I guess I’m not the only pervert in this family, after all,” she said with a light giggle that made my heart warm. She was quiet for a few moments with her cheek nuzzled against my shoulder. “Daddy? Is your cock hard right now?”

“Silly question. You know it is.”

“My pussy is really wet.”

Hearing my daughter say pussy like that for the first time sent a pleasant shock through me. My hard cock jumped in my underwear. I had let this go too far.

“Maybe you should take your friend back to your own bed now, sweetheart.”

“Noooo,” she whined and hugged me tighter. “Let me stay here with you.”

“Only if you promise to stop talking like that.”

“I promise.” She kissed my shoulder. “I’m sorry for getting your penis all hard, Daddy. G’night. I love you.”

“Love you, too, honey.”

It was all I could do not to grab my dick and start beating off like a madman. I was fairly convinced that Nicole would have been happy if I did, but there was also a pretty good chance that all she wanted to do was play the tease. She was hyper-horny and maybe it was just a matter of feeling safe enough around me to be naughty, knowing that there wasn’t any real risk of anything happening. Or, maybe I was trying to justify an extremely fucked up situation that I was only making worse.

Nicole stayed quiet by my side. It felt good to have a woman in the bed with me, even if it was my own daughter. I wanted to hold her, but I didn’t dare. I was going to have to do some serious thinking about this in the morning. My brain was too muddled and confused to make any sense of anything at that point. It wasn’t long before I drifted back to sleep.

The bed was moving. Awareness came to me slowly. The room was dark. Maybe Nicole was getting up and going to her own room. No, the movement was still going on. It was subtle. Rhythmic. Oh, Lord, no.

“Nicole? What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I can’t help it.”

“Are you…?”

“I’m using my dildo. The dildo you bought for me, Daddy. It feels so good in my pussy.”

I didn’t hear the buzz of the vibrator, but from the way the bed was moving there was no doubt she was telling the truth.

“Nicole, you shouldn’t be…we can’t…”

“It’s okay, Daddy. I just have to cum real quick, then I’ll be good. I promise.”

She was no longer trying to restrain her motions. My daughter was flagrantly masturbating on my bed right next to me. How had I gone this far wrong as a parent?

“I’m masturbating, Daddy,” she said breathlessly. “I want you to do it with me. Jerk off with me, Daddy. Please…” The sound of the dildo moving in and out of her wet pussy was becoming more obvious.

“Don’t…” I pleaded weakly.

“I know you want this.” A little moan came from here then. “I know your cock is hard for me. Masturbate with me, Daddy. Cum with me.”

I wanted to refuse. I wanted to be strong enough to do the right thing. I wanted to be the father I should have been. Instead, I felt myself giving in to my daughter’s vulgar teenage lusts.

“I want this so bad,” Nicole panted. “Touch your cock, Daddy. I want you to masturbate with me.”

I reached down inside my pajama bottoms and took hold of my erection. I hadn’t felt that hard in years. I was acting like a piece of shit, but I couldn’t stop myself. She was right there next to me, pleasuring herself, and begging me to join her.

“Are you doing it?” she asked from the darkness. Nicole had the bed rocking steadily now.

“Yes,” was all I could manage to get out.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “I can’t believe it. This is happening. Are you really doing it? Are you jerking off, Daddy?”

“Yes I am.” I gripped myself tighter and committed to the depraved act I was about to perform along with my daughter.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” She kicked at the blanket until we were both uncovered. I could only see the barest hint of her next to me, but that was enough to fire my imagination. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

With the blanket gone it was impossible not to notice the scent of Nicole’s arousal. I’d had a faint sample of it when I’d sniffed her panties, but this was something else altogether. I hadn’t smelled a woman in that way for many years. It made me want to do some very bad things. Things I would regret for the rest of my life.

“It feels real good, Nic.” I was never much of a talker in the bedroom. It somehow made sense with her, though. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”

“It’s okay, Daddy. Don’t stop. Just go with it. Yeah…” Her body bounced against mine. “Stroke your big cock while I fuck my pussy. Just like that…”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my daughter’s mouth. As surprised as I was, it didn’t prevent me from beating my stiff dick even harder when I heard it.

“You’ve got a dirty mouth, young lady.”

“I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to do this with you for so long.” She wasn’t holding anything back. “I think about your cock every night when I fuck my dildo, Daddy. Do you think about my pussy when you jerk off, Daddy? Do you?”

“I do. God help me, I do.” I was glad the lights were off so she couldn’t see the shame that would be obvious on my face for talking to her like that. “I think about you in your bedroom, spreading your legs, and playing with your dildo. I picture you naked and masturbating. Oh, fuck.”

If the groan of pleasure that she let out as I said this was any indication, I’d just made her fondest fantasy come true. “Did it make you cum? Did you cum thinking about how I fuck my pussy with the dildo you got me?”

“Yes! I came every night thinking about you.” I couldn’t take it anymore and I yanked down my pajama bottoms. It wasn’t like she could see anything, so what difference did it make?

“I knew it. That’s what I wanted. That’s what I wanted so bad. And now…and now…now I’m cumming. Oh, fuck, Daddy! I’m fucking cumming right now! Ah-ah-ahhhh!”

Her body tensed next to me and I could feel her lifting off the bed. She twisted against me and screamed as the intensity of her orgasm racked her small body. The sound of her cumming sent me over the top. My balls clenched tight and I began spraying jizz onto my chest and belly. I let out a few strained grunts through gritted teeth, then went lax.

“Oh my God,” Nicole wheezed. “That was incredible. We came at the same time.” She could barely catch her breath. “We really just masturbated together. I’m so happy right now, you have no idea.” She somehow found my free hand and held it tight.

I couldn’t deny that it was easily the best sexual experience I’d had in years – maybe even in my whole life. That didn’t, however, change the fact that it was also the most shameful thing I’d ever done, sexual or otherwise. I’d just jerked off next to my own daughter. The one person in the world who I was responsible for raising, and guiding, and teaching right from wrong. The one person who depended on me to protect her from the world. From a world that was out to exploit her and take advantage of her. And there I was holding my pulsating cock in my hand, with a warm load of semen soaking into my t-shirt and a maddening desire to bury my face between her beautiful legs. I belonged in the All-Star wing of the Creep Hall of Fame.

“I’m glad you’re happy, sweetheart,” I whispered.

The moments ticked by and we each lay quietly with our thoughts. Her breathing gradually slowed. She let out a gratified sigh. I tried not to think about all the ramifications of what I’d just done. I’d crossed a line that would forever change my relationship with my daughter. It was inexcusable and irresponsible, but I couldn’t go back and change what happened. There was nothing I could do about it now. Worrying about it now wasn’t going to do me any good. I’d deal with it in the morning.

“I love you so much, Daddy,” Nicole mumbled sleepily. She cuddled against me and draped an arm over my body. There was a good chance she was getting my cum on her. Nothing I could do about it. I didn’t have the energy to pull my pajama bottoms back up.”

“Love you.” I was pretty sure I said that out loud, but I may have already been asleep.

I woke up just before dawn without opening my eyes. I had the distinct impression that there was a hand cupping my balls. A small, soft, warm hand. I dozed off again without doing anything about it.

When I finally woke up in the morning I found myself alone in my bed. I wanted it all to have been a dream. A wonderfully erotic fantasy of a dream. I rolled over and felt the place where I had dreamt she was lying. The sheets were cold. Maybe it hadn’t been real. I moved my hand lower and knew that was only wishful thinking.

The big wet spot Nicole had left behind was ample evidence that I had truly done a bad, bad thing.

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I have to admit that my pussy was absolutely soaked while writing that last scene.  I’m not sure where it comes from, but masturbating along with someone else was one of my most frequent fantasy scenarios when I was a teenager.  I guess that’s pretty obvious since I’ve included this particular situation in all of my stories so far.  I honestly wasn’t consciously aware that I was doing this until I was writing this chapter and thought about the other things I’ve written.  The devious power of the subconscious mind is a scary thing.

My deep psychological predilections aside, I did often think about my father jerking off while I masturbated.  I never caught him doing it (as much as I would have liked to), but based on his little porn stash in our back garage I knew he was one to polish the ol’ knob from time to time.  I often fantasized about peeking into the garage and watching him beat off to his musty magazines, or getting up for a late-night snack and catching him stroking his cock in the living room to a soft-core movie on cable. 

But the one that got me off the hardest was imagining sneaking into his bed naked and playing with myself while I fondle his cock.  By the time he wakes up he’s hard.  It takes him a few seconds to realize what’s happening, then without a word he begins masturbating along with me while my mother is asleep on the other side of the bed.  We quietly touch each other while we jerk off together until my dad rolls toward me and shoots his nice warm load all over my naked little body.  That’s about when I usually make myself cum.  If I don’t get off by that point in the fantasy, my mother wakes up next.  She’s shocked by what she sees going on, but then gets a look at the cum leaking from my dad’s cock and she can’t resist.  Mom starts sucking Dad off while she fingers herself.  She’s so horny that she doesn’t care that I’m watching, and when my father begins spurting jizz all over her face, my mom and I make ourselves cum at the same time. 

Damn, I was a filthy little girl, wasn’t I?  And, predictably, my pussy is now wet again from recalling these adolescent fantasies of mine.  Excuse me while I go take care of that now…

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17 thoughts on “My Daughter’s Dildo 3

  1. Now THAT’S what I’m talking about! Very, very hot. Truly exceptional story so far.

    I’m surprised you wrote it so quickly. Knowing your proclivity towards masturbation and the subject matter, I’m shocked it didn’t take you a month to write this chapter.

  2. I have to say this is another amazing story. Great writing and you made me so hard reading this. I can’t wait for the next chapter. Have a great week with your houseguests, we are going to miss you here.

  3. Oh my god! You naughty little tease you! How much I wanted them to touch each other, but you knew better didn’t you? It just keeps getting better and better. I think I will just wait right here for the next chapter :)

  4. Great. I had to stop half way through to catch my breath, so to speak.

  5. OMG, you did it again. But in spades this time. How weird that we share the self-same fantasy, only with me it’s my stepdad. I really need to talk to you about that sometime when you’ve got a moment to spare.
    Anyway back to the story, I think you are doing an awesome job, writing from his perspective. I found it really difficult to do when I was doing that. You made it so real and yes, I needed to stop when I was reading the last part. Looking forward to more xxx

  6. Another great add to your story! I love the “Post-writing” comments as well!

  7. You hot little minx that had my cock rock hard 1/2 way through & I needed a clean up by the end your teenage fantasy was very hot I would of whacked off with you! Do you think your dirty little mind will do a story sometime with mom involved? Well you have a good time with your houseguest will miss you. Can’t wait for ch.4. Did you ever get your dildoyou were thinging of? Take care till later.

  8. Simply beautiful. I stayed hard throughout this story. Now it’s time to relieve my tension. :)

  9. Incredibly stimulating story!!! I’m still hard while I write this note. Can’t wait for the next chapter….not the outcome, but the process of her seduction. Also, agree totally with TxTabber about your post comments. I’m of an age when it was unacceptable to bring anything like this up for conversation….all thoughts were kept in one’s mind and played out with one’s hand!!
    Art

  10. i cant decide which story is hotter. the latest chapter or your comments at the end…lol…doesnt matter. im already hooked on you as a writer.

  11. Every chapter gets better. Good lord. I can’t imagine I can get any harder. It’s nice that their are other people that only know one gear… DIRTY.

  12. OMG.. I’m in love… this is wonderful… and thank you for the author’s note at the end.. it somehow makes it so more.. visceral.. urgent..

  13. Keep it going girl, I’m loving it and I also like the pic of the girl with the camel toe at the beginning. These pictures pretty much lets the reader what is going to happen in that chapter.

  14. Wow, can’t believe I was jerking off to this. I usually stay away from anything family related stuff, but it being so taboo makes it so much hotter. x ~x

  15. Just found your site and started reading this WONDERFUL story – takes me back a few years – I had similar feelings for my girlfriends daughter, who spent a LOT of her time flirting & teasing. Although she never got as far as this young lady, there were a lot of bedroom & bathroom doors not closed properly adn various items of underwear left lying around. MAde me as horny as hell adn she knew it!

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