My daughter is fifteen, and for the past two years I have fought a serious battle with my desire to have sex with her. I know she's my little girl and that to fuck her would have terrible psychological effects on her--and for all I know, on me as well--and would be horribly wrong for any number of reasons. Yet the desire persists. I've always been attracted to teen girls anyway, but my own daughter-- Chandra is her name--is so scrumptiously hot that I can barely contain myself. Several times I have snuck into her room and snatched a pair of her soiled little panties for my own masturbation purposes. The smell of her little cunt is so fresh and sweet, and it mixes so powerfully with the sour little whiff of sweat and urine that are always present too. I inhale my daughter's sexy odor and pull off my big cock until my sperm--the very sperm that gave produced my hot little baby girl--squirts out forcefully in five or six massive spurts. I always put her panties back where I found them, taking care never to stain them with any telltale cum. I told myself that even jacking off while sniffing her underwear was going way too far, but also I felt by doing that I was keeping myself from doing anything worse.
Things recently got worse. My wife's sister got sick and so my wife had to leave town for a few weeks. I was just my daughter and I at home alone that whole time. I did pretty well for a few days, not doing anything worse that smelling her panties and beating off. The first Saturday my wife was gone, however, something happened. I told Chandra that I had some work to do at my office and that I would not be back until mid-afternoon. I got done with the work much more quickly than I had anticipated and arrived back at our house just a bit after 11. As I turned on to our street, I saw that there was black Mazda parked in front of our house. I recognized it: it belonged to an older boy--Rick or Rich or something. He was 17, I think that Chandra had been on dates with a few times. I had some idea what might be happening, so I drove past our house and parked one street over. Quietly I let myself in and slowly crept up the stairs. I heard the very sounds that I hoped (and feared) that I would: the faint squeak of bed springs, little soft yelps from my daughter-- something like "mmmnah, mmmnah" and then a little yip or two like a small dog might make--and heavier grunts of effort from an obviously male voice. Chandra's door was closed and I stood outside listening for a few minutes. The boy's breathing got faster and more ragged; he was very close to cumming. I thought about that young penis spurting all its semen deep inside my daughters tight little pussy. It made me very hot--I was rubbing by cock rather roughly through my jeans, trying not to make any noise--but it also made me jealous. Why couldn't I be the one squirting into my daughter's little cunny? I certainly loved her more than this silly high school boy and I was certain I could satisfy her more completely too. (I could tell the boy wasn't going to be able to hold back until Chandra was ready for her own orgasm.) The boy let out a sharp gasp, and I knew he'd cum. I slowly made my way back down the stairs and out the door.
I was hoping and praying that they had heard nothing. I went back to my car and drove around for an hour or so, listening to the radio and trying to make my hard-on go away. Finally, it subsided partially and I drove back home. The kid's car was gone. When I went inside and started up the stairs, I heard the shower running faintly. Chandra's door was cracked; I snuck into her room and smelled a distinct smell of sex. Not wanting to disturb anything, I pushed my nose gently close to the damp spot on Chandra's sheets and inhaled that luscious aroma deeply. Then I quickly went to the bathroom inside the master bedroom, turned on the shower, and jerked myself to a copious orgasm in about ninety seconds. Sperm shot everywhere. I'd never cum so hard in my life. All I could think of was that spicy sex odor on Chandra's sheets and the sound of her voice, those little moans she made while getting fucked. I cleaned up, stepped into the shower, and told myself that I was moving down a dangerous path. I resolved to put my sexy little girl out of my mind.
I didn't have much luck with my resolution, however. That night I slept poorly, waking up rock hard at least three times. Twice during the night I jerked off, the sound of my daughter's voice and the smell of her sweaty little muff tying me in knots. But I didn't try anything with her; I didn't rush to her room in the middle of the night and force my cock inside her tight little pussy--even though part of me wanted to do so very badly. But I made it through that night.
The next afternoon my daughter went to the mall with some friends of hers. As soon as she was out the door, an idea occurred to me: phone sex. I could call a phone sex service--I did this once in a while anyway--and request an incest fantasy. Immediately I tried to talk myself out of it. Wasn't this a step beyond jerking off while sniffing Chandra's panties? I couldn't decide. Also, wouldn't it be embarrassing to be down in the records of the phone sex company as an incest caller? (Was that more embarrassing than being in their records as a caller who liked to be seduced by babysitters, which is what I usually requested? I decided it probably was.) At any rate, I wrestled with the dilemma for over an hour and then finally gave in. I decided I wanted this to be a long slow call, so I bought an hour, much longer than my usual 15 minutes. I told the operator I wanted the girl to be my fifteen-year-old daughter and for her name to be Chandra. I was absolutely stiff. My stomach was twitching; I was shivering with the thought of something so taboo.
The call was going well. After half an hour or so the girl and I had settled into a pattern: I was instructing my daughter how bad and insensitive it was to be a cock-tease. I was telling her that I knew a way to cure her of her teasing ways, and so on. I remember saying something like: "Chandra, honey, you need to be shown how boys like to be treated. I want you to suck my cock, and when daddy is satisfied that you can do that well enough, I'm going to push my cock up inside your little pussy and make you squeal. And if you try to tease daddy, I'll get a lot rougher with you, and make you take my cock inside your sweet little butthole. That's right honey that would hurt. But I don't want to hurt my little girl. So open up and show what a good little daughter you can be by sucking daddy's penis." Something like that anyway. There was a knock at my bedroom door--Chandra was home; I was so into the fantasy that I hadn't heard her come in-- "Daddy?" she said as she swung the door open. I had time to hang up the phone roughly but not time to cover my swollen cock.
"You're home early," I said, trying to cover up.
She was staring at my erection. "Who were you talking to?" she asked me. "I thought I heard you saying my name."
"No, I didn't say your name honey, I . . ." I saw her eyes take in the porn mag open to phone sex ads spread beside me on the bed, the American Express card next to the phone on the night table.
"I know about phone sex, daddy," she said, coming closer. "Were you pretending to have sex with me?"
I was floored. I nodded.
"I know you sometimes steal my panties daddy--what do you do with them?" She moved closer, sitting down beside me.
I said, "Chandra this isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this. Think of your mother."
Then she leaned across me and popped the head of my cock into her mouth, and licked
and sucked me with a girlish eagerness. I felt bad, terrible, and somehow that
made me hotter still. I stroked her hair and she looked up at me with my wife's
eyes while slurping and kissing away. That did it. A huge wave of sperm gushed
forth into Chandra's mouth. It was too much for her; she choked and gagged a little,
my dick came out of her mouth and shot a squirt or two into her hair for good
measure. "Wasn't that better than phone sex daddy?" she asked me as I slumped
guiltily back on the bed. "Wasn't that better than how mommy does it?"