nd I could just see the lower curve of her ass beneath that soft grey terrycloth. The knot she had tied at the top of the towel struggled to contain her bountiful breasts, and the thought of that towel falling off and those fantastic tits escaping had my dick swelling inside my shorts.
All I could think was, “She’s your daughter, man! What’s wrong with you?” My dick didn’t care about familial bonds. My dick cared about those droplets of water dripping down her naked body. My dick cared about those soft hands soaping up those beautiful round breasts and dipping between her thighs.
Jenna entered her room and closed the door, oblivious to my turmoil and my arousal. I imagined that towel falling to the floor and her laying back naked on her bed, spreading open her legs to show that perfect, pink pussy. A faint buzzing sound came from her room, and the juxtaposition of my fantasy and reality was almost too much.
I crept to her bedroom door and saw that she hadn’t closed it entirely. It was ajar just enough to give me a clear view to her bed. Just like I had imagined, Jenna was laying naked and spread eagle on her comforter. A small purple vibrator was disappearing inside her shaved vagina as she pumped it in and out of her body, fucking herself on the piece of rubber while her free hand was twisting her nipples, alternating between her two breasts.
My jeans were uncomfortably tight, and even though I knew the type of risk I was taking, I slowly unzipped them. I pulled my cock out through the slit in my boxers and started pumping. Jenna’s movements on the bed were growing more frantic. She flicker the vibrator to a higher setting and the sound increased, becoming obviously loud in the quiet house, but she was too far
gone to care. “She must have been going at herself in the shower awhile to be this horny,” I thought, tightening my grip at the base of my cock, trying to keep from ending this too soon.
I stood in the hallway of my house with my cock in my hand and watched my stepdaughter come. Her hips bucked and she spasmed on the bed, low moans escaping her mouth as she tried desperately to keep quiet.
In one of those moans was a word.
“Daddy,” she whispered, shivering in the last aftershocks of her orgasm.
I groaned, far louder than I intended to as my own orgasm hit me hard, coating my fingers with my thick, white come.
I always enjoyed it when she called me Daddy.
Beas the Man of the House
Jenna acted like nothing was amiss when she emerged from her room an hour later. There was no way that she didn’t hear the noise I made, but she was smiling and chattering on about. her classes while we ate lunch just like nothing had happened.
“Freshman English was actually an awesome class, Daddy. Everyone bitches about how stupid. the general education requirements are but it really just depends on if you get a decent. teacher. Professor Edwards was able to make what could have been an incredibly generic class fascinating.” Jenna punctuated each statement with a stab of her fork into her plate of
salad.
Most people looked at Jenna and saw a pretty girl with big boobs and nothing else, but she was smart. She graduated in the top 10% of her class and got a acceptance letter and a fat scholarship package from every school she applied to. Only a few months into college and she was thriving already.
my attention. The fork rested on
“You always believed in me, Daddy.” Her softer tone caug meant a lot. Mom believed
the edge of her plate, abandoned as she spoke to me. “That really meant a lot. Mom believed in me too, but your Mom is supposed to, even if you’re a fuck up. You never saw me as an 18 year old annoyance that was shoved into your life when you married my Mom.” She leaned back in her chair, sighing. “College is the first time in my life I’ve had teachers that don’t look surprised when they discover I’m not an airhead. It’s like I’m the first girl they’ve ever encountered that can write a thesis statement and use an eyelash curler.” She grabbed the fork again and angrily speared a cherry tomato. “You never did that. Ever. I just wanted you to know that I noticed, and that it means a lot.”
I nodded solemnly, before cracking a grin and snatching the last piece of chicken out of her salad. “I always knew you were a nerd, sweetie.”
The mood broken, Jenna broke out in giggles, a loud, joyous sound I had missed around the house when she packed up and left for school. “A nerd,‘ he says. I’ve seen your Lord of the Rings toys.”
