You are the prettiest little girl in the world, not just because I am your daddy. Your momma and I are so proud of you, and you have just reached a huge milestone. My baby girl just turned fourteen. How the time flies. I remember holding you in my arms when you were born. One of my favorite memories is how scared you used to get when it stormed. You would run up to me, and I would hold you tight. It was amazing.
I loved it when your mommy would buy you a pair of panties, and you would model them for me, prancing around the living room like a supermodel. We would laugh, and you would fall on the floor, giggling. I was designated to ensure you were dressed for bed after a nightly bath filled with bubbles and Barbie dolls.
I don’t know when it happened. Few of us can pinpoint when the light switch went dark and everything changed. Maybe it was the way you looked at me as you became older or the crop tops you started wearing. A few years ago, I started becoming obsessed with your panties.
Please don’t judge me, but I know you will, and that is okay. I get the stigma, and we panty guys don’t help them the way we come about it, but I can assure you I couldn’t help it. Her little ass started taking shape, and I kept thinking about what her pussy looked like now that she was flowering. How much hair did she have? Was her asshole as tight as I imagined?
Each night, I would stop in to say goodnight to her. I would go in the bathroom and jack off. The more I tried to stop, the harder I would cum when I finally gave in. I fantasized that my cock fit nicely between her ass cheeks, and when my tip hit the rim of her asshole, cum would explode into the towel I kept hidden under the sink cabinet.
“I love you, daddy.” I hugged her and said I loved her and how special she was to us. She was always happy and had the brightest smile. When I started to leave, I noticed them. She never left them out, but that night she did. They were bright pink with little colored flowers all over and white trim. That was when I realized I could take my fantasy to a much more realistic place. It scared me. Terrified me in ways no daddy should ever have to worry about.
“Oh! Sorry, daddy. I forgot to pick those up.” She must have seen me frozen, staring at them, and didn’t think even remotely that her daddy wanted to do horrific things to them.
She started to get out of bed, but I stopped her. “It’s okay, princess. I will put them in the dirty clothes hamper for you.” After not eating for weeks, I scooped them up like a vulture eying the carcass of a freshly hit deer.
“You are the best daddy in the world. Goodnight, Daddy.”
I mumbled an obligatory good night. My mind was racing, and my cock was more complicated than it ever has been. Even harder than the time I got the prom queen to show me her titties in eleventh grade. I didn’t think it was possible, but it happened as I slithered into the bathroom with my newfound prize.
I locked the door, sat on the toilet with my twitching cock out, and opened up my then twelve’s panties. I placed the gusset between my nose and mouth and began stroking my cock. The smell was intoxicating. She had just started having a period a few months after her birthday. She had a slight discharge, and I found myself licking where her pussy would have been just a few moments before.
That is a day I will never forget. The moment I came into the towel with my daughter’s panties strapped around my head. Now, I have become much more vicious with my prowling for her panties. She has graduated from little girl to colorful thongs and anime fullbacks. I especially appreciate the satin ones, but she only has a few.
Recently, she commented to her mother that she couldn’t find the purple thongs. I buried my head in my phone, looking over an email I had already read. I had just cum in those the night before and a few nights earlier. I was becoming a panty hoarder, but it never was a problem because I gave myself laundry duty for the house. My wife thought I was just being a good husband, but that was not the case.
Now, as I stand in the laundry room entirely alone in the house, I am horny as fuck, and I spot one of my favorite pairs. A lovely satin thong that has needed my attention for a while. I pull my pants and briefs down, wrapping the sexy panties around my cock, and feverishly work it. I am just getting ready to cum when I hear a painfully familiar voice behind me. “Daddy?”
I quickly try to pull up my pants, but it’s too late. She has seen her thong around her daddy’s dick. “Sweetheart! I didn’t hear you come in! Aren’t you supposed to be at cheerleading practice?”
“It got out early, but the real question is, why are you masturbating in the laundry room with my panties?” I could see and hear the disappointment. I was humiliated and also turned on even more.
“I am so sorry, honey! I – I – I don’t know what I was thinking. Please don’t tell your mother! She would divorce me, and I would never get to see you again.”
Strangely enough, she just stood there staring at my cock. Then, a smile crept over her face. “I have never seen a dick before. At least not in real life.”
“You aren’t grossed out?”
“No. Cindy said dicks are ugly, but I think they are amazing. Can I touch it?”
“You want to touch my cock? I don’t know if that is a good idea. I am your father.”
“I won’t tell Mom if you let me.”
“Oh! You are a very, very bad girl.” I laughed and felt precum oozing from the tip. She walked over to my half-naked body with her cute cheerleading outfit on. She reached out without a word and grabbed the shaft, moving it up and down.
I came within moments. That was the day my beautiful daughter and I began a secretive relationship.