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Introduction:

David had never looked at his daughter in a sexual way until she moved back home while going through a divorce. A few events happen to cause him to look start viewing her as a woman and not just as his little girl.

My name is David and my wife’s name is Karen. We have been married for a little over thirty years. We have two children; Jason 31 and Taylor 29. For the last 8 years we have been “empty nesters”. That is until our daughter Taylor decided to divorce her husband of 6 years and move back in with us until the divorce is final. We didn’t see it as a problem because we live in a nice two story home with 4 bedrooms. The master bedroom is on the first floor and the other 3 bedrooms are on the second floor. The one designated as the guest bedroom is the largest with its own private bath. That’s the one we let Taylor move into, because it was originally hers before she got married. The other two bedrooms are smaller and are connected by a common bath. I use one room as my office/computer room. The other is just an extra bedroom. Up until 2 years ago I slept down stairs with Karen, but my snoring got so loud she begged me to start sleeping upstairs so she could get some restful sleep. So I reluctantly moved upstairs to the extra bedroom.

Karen and I had a normal sex life. Either one of us could rollover and initiated sex when the mood struck us. That changed when I moved upstairs. I had to come down stairs when I wanted sex and Karen had to come upstairs when the mood struck her. When my daughter moved back in that all changed. We didn’t want to get caught sneaking back and forth between bedrooms. What we had to do was make our plans in advance and I would stay downstairs for a while after Taylor retired to her room. This made Karen feel like it was a cheap affair. After a few weeks our sexual trysts dropped off altogether. We were both very sexually frustrated.

My daughter’s bedroom is right next to mine and our headboards were against the wall separating the two bedrooms. We were sleeping with our heads approximately a foot or so apart. If either of us moved it was obvious to the other. Some nights, when she thought I was asleep, I would hear the hum of her vibrator, followed often by the motion of her bed as she masturbated. I am certain Taylor wasn’t aware of me knowing what she was doing. I would always lie real still, hoping she would at least think I was asleep. Each time she did this I had the urge to masturbate right along with her, but I knew I couldn’t. I would usually wait until I heard her let out a low moan and quick gasp. I knew that was the signal she had experienced an orgasm. I would wait a while until I thought she might be asleep, and then quietly slip into my bathroom and relive myself manually.

This went on for weeks and I found myself, for the first time ever, looking at my daughter in a sexual way. I think she noticed my extra attention, because on a few occasions she caught me looking at her breasts or crotch. She usually tried to act like she didn’t notice me, but gave herself away by bushing. This went on for weeks and every once in a while, when Taylor thought I wasn’t looking she would tug at her crotch like her panties were sticking to her leg. I knew right away she was getting wet and it sent a shiver to my crotch. I could feel my cock starting to inflate and I had to leave the room.

Our evenings routinely consisted of the three of us watching a made for TV movie and then going to bed. Karen and I had developed a nightly routine of kissing each other on the lips before retiring to bed; Karen to the downstairs bedroom and me upstairs. To keep Taylor from feeling slighted, I would embrace her in a big bear hug. She would smile and hug me back. I soon found myself looking forward to feeling her 36D breast pressed against my chest, and on many occasions I would feel her nipples harden and poke my chest. She would try to pretend that she didn’t notice when her nipples gave away her emotions. On those nights, after she thought I had dosed off to sleep, the vibrator would come on followed by masturbation.

It’s hard to find a good movie every night and I often end up surfing the movie channels in search of something that would be both entertaining and hold our attention. On this particular night I ran across a romance movie that ended up having some very explicit sex scenes. When the movie was over; Karen and Taylor both had flushed red cheeks, and I had a raging hard on. I kissed Karen good night and when I hugged Taylor, I heard a gasp escape Taylor's lips. I had forgotten my hard on and had unknowingly pressed it against Taylor’s thigh. I broke the hug, said good night and quickly retreated upstairs. Taylor followed later. I had been snuggling in my bed for approximately 10 minutes when I heard her vibrator come on. A few minutes later I felt the motion from her bed as she started to masturbate. I don’t why I did it, but I started to loudly cough and flop in my bed.

Suddenly Taylor was at my door asking me if I was okay. I didn’t have an explanation so I said I am having chills and can’t seem to get warm. She slowly approached my bed and asked if there was anything she could do. I said I didn’t know because the chills weren’t going away. She asked if I needed more blankets. I told her that I didn't think more blankets would help because the cold was more internal than external. Chills come from the inside not the outside. She asked if I wanted her to wake Mom. I told her their was no need to disturb Mom's sleep.

I felt her raise the covers and slide into my bed. She snuggled up to me and held me close in the spoon position. She draped her arm over my waist and pulled me as close to her as she possibly could. I lifted my head so she could slip her right arm around my neck. She hugged me closer and I felt the hard nipples of her breast against my back. I quickly became aroused and my cock sprang up hard. I was now thinking with my little head and without thinking of the possible consequences, I took her hand and placed it on my hard cock. She gasped and tried to pull it away, but I held it there. After a few minutes she relaxed and started to squeeze and massage my hard cock. I took my hand off of hers and she began to slowly slide her hand up and down the length of my cock. She reached through the slit in my boxer shorts and took my cock out. She used her thumb to smear my pre-cum all over the head of my cock. She stroked my cock with a slow gentle rhythmic motion. She kept up the slow massaging of my cock until I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone, but their was evidence on my boxers that I had shot my wad during the night. I wasn't sure if Taylor had caused it or if I had a wet dream.

When I went down for breakfast Karen was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and Taylor was humming a happy tune as she cooked pancakes. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled, then asked if I would like some pancakes. I declined and poured myself a cup of coffee. I was relieved that Taylor didn’t seem upset with me. The day went on as usual with neither Taylor nor I acting differently towards each other.

We enjoyed our nightly routine of a TV movie and then kissed and hugged good night. We all retired to our respective bedrooms and settled in for the night. I had just about drifted off to sleep when I heard a movement at my bedroom door. I opened my eyes and saw Taylor standing there in a light blue baby doll night gown. From the nightlight in the hall, I could make out the contour of her breasts, and I could see she had no panties on.

Taylor said she was cold and wanted to join me. I raised the cover inviting her into my bed. She pushed her rear end against my naked body as we assumed the spoon position. I draped my arm over her waist. She took my hand and moved it up under her night gown, placing it on her breast. Since I had decided to sleep in the nude that night; my body reacted to her closeness. My cock sprang to life and found its natural position near her vagina.

I could feel that she was already wet and the heat was building between her legs. I humped her a few times and she reached down and guided my cock into her wet pussy. I moved it in and out gradually as her juices flooded my cock. It only took a few strokes before her body shook with her first orgasm. After her body showed signs of calming down from this climax, I pinched her nipples and stuck my tongue in her ear. She shivered and broke out into a cold sweat. She started moaning and turns toward me for our first ever passionate kiss. Our tongues darted and danced in and out of each other’s mouth.

She lifted her night gown over her head and pulled my face to her neck. I tenderly kissed down her body, stopping to bite and suck on her swollen nipples. She stiffened as a calm wave sweeps through body while she experiences her second orgasm of the night. We lie there panting as she gradually recovers from the orgasm. I find her clit and rub it with my thumb as I insert my middle finger into her pussy. She applies moderate pressure to the back of my head as she directs my mouth down to her trembling vagina. My mouth finds her clit and I circle it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. I insert two fingers in her pussy and start to rapidly pump as I continue to attack her clit. I can feel the pressure building toward her next orgasm so I quickly shove my aching cock deep into her vagina. I start kissing her, letting her taste her own juices from her pussy. She kisses me back and eagerly starts licking her juices from my face. I place my hands on her waist and pull her to me each time I slam my cock against her vagina. I can feel my cock start to spasm as I enter the throes of my orgasm. As I start spewing my seed into her, I slip my middle finger into her asshole. I feel her vagina start to contract. She shudders and experiences her third and final orgasm.

Our breathing rasping, our hearts are fluttering as we float down from our orgasmic high. I rolled to my side, pulling her with me. We laid there in each other’s arms as we drift into peaceful sleep.

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