She was the prettiest little girl in the world and not just because I am her daddy. Her momma and I were so proud of her and she just reached a huge milestone. Katie, my baby girl just turned fifteen. How the time flies. I remember holding her in my arms when she was born. One of my favorite memories is how scared she used to get when it stormed. She would run up to me and I would hold her tight. It was amazing.
I loved it when her mommy would buy her a pair of panties, and she would model them for me, prancing around the living room like a supermodel. We would laugh, and she would fall on the floor, giggling. I was designated to ensure she was dressed for bed after a nightly bath filled with bubbles and Barbie dolls.
Sadly, our playtime ended as she became older and started to develop. She would dress herself, but we still remained close. She was still a daddy’s girl. We joked around and still spent a lot of time talking about boys and her friends at school in her bedroom at night.
I carved out a good, stable life for our family and for the most part we were happy. I worked hard to make sure my wife and daughter didn’t lack anything. A beautiful modern, brick home in the suburbs equipped with all the latest gadgets and plenty of money for my wife’s outrageous shopping habits.
My wife, Linda, was gorgeous. She had this incredible body and big, natural tits that always drove me crazy. I definitely married up, as they say, but it came with a price. She was extremely entitled and selfish. My job as a computer programmer working for one of the biggest tech firms in the city meant I made a lot of money, but it felt like it was never enough. It allowed my wife to stay home and be there for Katie when she was growing up and now when she got off the bus for school.
We had a cleaning lady that came in twice a week and I love to cook so I took care of most of the grocery shopping. My wife just worked out in our home gym and bought lots of clothes. Don’t get me wrong, we had a good marriage. Sometimes it just felt one sided and she wasn’t meeting me half way in our relationship.
On top of all that I was into some fetish stuff and my wife wasn’t about it at all. She would get angry if I asked her to do things outside of the normal to keep our relationship fresh. Finally I just stopped asking.
I am not sure when it happened with Katie. I think few of us can pinpoint when the light switch went dark and everything changed. Maybe it was the way she looked at me as she became older or the crop tops she started wearing. Her mother would buy her things, but not give her the love and attention she needed. At some time a few years ago I started becoming obsessed with her 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? Like her mother she had these big tits and I wondered how they looked. I had never seen them because that would be crossing the line.
Each night I would stop in to say goodnight to her and 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.
One night changed everything for our entire family in ways that I could never have fathomed. She had the cutest bedroom. It was like she was trying to be a woman, but still loved little girl things. She had plush teddy bears mixed with Stranger Things posters. I went in to say good night to her, as I did every night.
“I love you, daddy.” She hugged me. I could smell the scent of Vanilla Sugar, her favorite Bath and Body Works perfume. I wanted to have her the way a daddy shouldn’t.
“I love you too, my little Katie bug!” I held her closer to feel her young perky tits. I kissed her on her forehead. My mouth was aching to keep contact with her skin.
She must have sensed it because she moved her head up so that we were face to face. Her lips were inches away. All I had to do was lean in.
“How did you do on the math quiz today?” I tried to change the subject.
“It was hard, but I only missed one. So I got 90%!”
“Good job, baby! I am so proud of you.” I moved her bangs from her beautiful face.
“I couldn’t have done it without you, daddy! You helped me study last night!”
I smiled. “Anything for my princess!”
“Anything?” She kissed me on the lips. I was so shocked. I was so careful to only kiss her on the cheek or forehead, but not the lips. She kissed her mother on the lips when they were being silly. Why had she said, ‘Anything’ with a question? Like she was inviting me to kiss her more, but that was impossible. No, this cannot be happening. I have to keep these feelings only in the fantasy category.
It was an intoxicating feeling to be so close to her. I moved closer, but intended to only kiss her cheek. Our lips connected and I didn’t pull away like I should have. My cock was throbbing. I was going to have to limp out of my daughters so she wouldn’t see my boner.
We were still embracing and she kissed me again. My mouth opened out of reflex and she reciprocated. Was she into me like that? Either way, she wasn’t pulling away and we were full on making out.
It was so fucking sensual and sweet. I didn’t want it to end, but I also couldn’t risk her mother walking in on us.
I pulled away and she giggled. She had her arms wrapped around me still as she hugged me. Our eyes met and I kissed her again. Her mouth was as addictive as I imagined. She tasted so incredible. I wanted to push her back on the bed, pull out my cock, and fuck the hell out of her right then. Instead I let my hand move slowly to her side. I squeezed her side and I felt her tongue touch my lips.
I had to stop this not because I wanted to, but I was usually back in the living room with my wife. Her mouth fully engulfed mine. Her hands moved to my head as she pulled me in closer. She must have sensed my nervousness.
Sirens in my brain were screaming for me to unplug and run. I pulled away and she gave me a pouty look. “That is enough for tonight.”
“Okay, daddy! ” She laid back in bed. I could see her nipples through her shirt. She noticed me looking and she touched my arm. I gave a bewildered smile and pulled away.
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.” I scooped them up like a vulture eying the carcass of a freshly hit deer after not eating for weeks.
“You are the best daddy in the world. Goodnight, daddy.”
I mumbled an obligatory good night. My mind was racing and my cock was harder 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 year olds 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 little discharge and 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 of those.
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 that 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 of course, that was not the case.
The next night on Thursday I heard my daughter in the shower. My anxiety and excitement was through the roof. What if we made out again and more importantly what if we didn’t? I needed to taste her lips again. I pictured her rubbing all the soap suds off of her teenage body.
A few minutes later Katie came into the living room where I was sitting watching a movie with my wife. She had on a t-shirt and shorts. “Are you going to come tuck me in, daddy.”
“Of course, sweetheart! I will be there in a few.”
She turned to leave and then swiveled back to us. “Good because I have some things to talk with you about.” She looked at her mom. “It might take awhile, mommy.”
My wife smiled, “You can have for as long as you need, baby.”
She smiled back at me and skipped down the hallway.
My cock was throbbing as Linda snuggled up to me. “I think it’s awesome that our teenage daughter wants to spend time with her daddy. I think we actually did something right.”
I smiled. “I agree.”
My wife kissed me on the lips. The same lips that had the night before made out with our daughter. I didn’t feel bad at all which made the situation worse for me. All I could think about was feeling my daughters touch.
I excused myself and headed down the hallway to my daughters room. She had the door closed which wasn’t normal. I knocked and heard her say. “Come in.”
Walking in I didn’t expect to see her sitting on her bed. I also didn’t expect to see her with her shirt off with her tits out.
I looked away. “Put your shirt back on.”
“You don’t like my tits, daddy?”
They were amazing. How could I tell this incredible girl who happened to be my daughter that I couldn’t do this. My cock was begging to slide between them.
“Of course, babe. I just can’t take a chance.”
She gave me a sad face and reluctantly put her shirt back on. “I told mom you were going to be here for a while.” She muttered under her breath.
“I know! That was really smart what you did, but I can’t risk us getting caught. I will go to jail and you will never see me again.”
“Sorry, daddy. I didn’t think about that.”
“It’s okay, babe.” I walked towards her and she spread her legs apart to welcome me in.
I could fuck her right now. She was ready for it, but that couldn’t happen. My cock protested and gave me all kinds of reasons why I should rip her clothes off. Just the idea made me precum. We both had to keep our clothes on.
She leaned in and we embraced. I kissed her with complete abandonment. I was careful to keep my arms around her so they wouldn’t wander. It was so fucking frustrating for me to not grab her tits or ass. I had to keep it just kissing otherwise things would get out of control.
I kissed her neck. “Daddy, you feel so good!”
I quickly placed my hand over her mouth and whispered. “You cannot say anything.”
She nodded her head and giggled. I continued kissing down her neck and to the other side. There was no way this was going to work. My desire for her was overwhelming and soon my cock brain was going to win.
I was desperate to suck on her tits, but I couldn’t take the risk. Could I? I mean how would a quick little nibble do harm? She had them out like a buffet at Cracker Barrel. All I had to do was kiss her lines. Take my hands and feel up my precious little daughter just real quick.
“Daddy,” She whispered.
I looked up at her with my mouth at the precipice of her t-shirt. “Yes, baby?”
She took my head in her hands. “My tits need you.” She smiled. “Please, daddy.”
I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I know what I wanted to say, but this was too much. “I want so badly, baby girl.”
“Mommy lets me suck on her titties.” She gave a mock oops face.
I stepped back almost crashing on the floor in shock trying to process the reality of what she was talking about. “What?!”
She nodded her head vigorously like she did when she was little. “Yep! When you are at work and mommy is at home with me after school. We have a special time after school where we make out and she sucks on mine and I suck on hers.”
I was beyond shocked. “H-how long has this been going on?”
“A few months. We were snuggling on the couch and I told her my tits were getting really big and I need another bra size. I showed them to her and she touched them. It felt so good and mommy is so pretty I reached over and kissed her. We have been exploring everyday since.”
I sat on the bed trying to catch my breath. My daughter was doing sexual exploitation with my wife? To my knowledge, she had never kept a secret from me, but then neither did I. Except for the panty fetish, but it turned out my wife and I had the same desires.
My daughter leaned over and held me. I kissed again, but this time with the image of her and my wife making out while I was at work. I almost came right there as my hands searched the underneath of her shirt. She helped me as she pulled her shirt off and for the second time exposed those big, gorgeous tits to me.
I didn’t deny myself. How could I? The one person I was worried would find out was months ahead of me. Her tits were large for her age and a girl as thin as she was. She looked like a full grown woman. “You are so beautiful!”y
“Thank you, daddy! I wanna please you.”
“You are, baby!” I got on my knees and worshiped the fuck out of her titties. She held my head moaning the entire time. Our mouths would connect passionately like forbidden lovers and then I would move back down to her tits.
Her hands moved down my chest and I knew where they were headed as we interlocked in our lust. I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to find out for sure that she was telling the truth before we went further. If it was true then I was going to fuck my little girl every night. I had to have proof and confront my wife. Maybe they would let me watch them.
Fuck! It would be glorious to see my hot wife, sixty nine my sexy daughter. My cock became unhinged at that thought.
“I wanna see the two of you together. Next time you start to kiss, text me and I will come home early. I can just look through the window. I won’t disturb you.” I only worked five minutes from home.
“Okay, daddy.” I kissed her goodnight.
I sat down next to my wife, who I saw completely differently. She snuggled up to me. “Did our daughter get all her words out?”
“She has so many first world problems.” We both laughed and I kissed her. My hands sensually massaged her back as her teeth closed in on my tongue. I was so turned on by the recent revelations. I hoped it was true.
I pulled her closer, unzipping my pants to reveal my aching cock. “I want you to suck me dry, baby.”
She pulled away and gave me an incredulous look. “You know I am not into that weird stuff! I hate even doing it on your birthday.” She ran to the bedroom and slammed the door.
My wife was one of the most beautiful women on the planet, but she was super vanilla. I had kept my promise to her to not ask her to do anything ‘weird’ until tonight. If I was able to catch her with my daughter she would be forced to do whatever I asked. That was another bonus to this fucked up situation. I slept on the couch.
I received a text from my daughter around 4 pm the next day while I sat at my desk. I grabbed my car keys and ran out. My heart and cock were pounding.
I arrived at the house and went to the back where my daughter’s room window would give me a full view. At first I was disappointed to see her sitting alone on her bed. She had on a sexy red lingerie teddy on. I was pretty sure my fifteen year old daughter didn’t own a piece of sexiness like that which gave me hope.
I didn’t have to wait long. The door opened and my wife walked in with a similar outfit except in black. Holy fuck! I whispered. It was all true!
My wife sat on the bed next to my daughter. She embraced her and they kissed, but not like a mother and daughter. Their lips were intertwined in full make out mode. My daughter had her hands all over my wife’s tits. She pulled her straps leaning down to suck on her nipples. Her mother cradled her head. I took my phone out and snapped several pics.
I was going to turn my wife into a love slave that would suck my cock every day and fuck her up the ass whenever I demanded. My daughter is a willing lover that I would treat like a goddess. Maybe I would get both of them together at some point.
I watched as my wife laid my daughter down on the bed and mounted her. She pulled her red lingerie kissing her lips and fondling her young tits. I took some more pics and lurked through the window like the pervert I was.
I went back to my car and drove around the corner waiting till about 6 pm when I came home, pulled into the driveway, and went into my home where everything had changed. It was as if I was walking into a home for the first time. Everything was new and beautiful. This was my castle and I owned everything and everyone inside it.
“Hey.” My wife greeted me with a sulky look and no hug. We hadn’t spoken since she stormed off into our bedroom the previous night. She had on a cute cropped t-shirt and form fitting jeans which I was sure was meant to tease me.
I chuckled under my breath as I imagined her on her knees sucking my cock. That would be happening. It was no longer a fantasy or a blow job a year.
“Hey, baby!” I responded cheerfully. She had a shocked look on her face, but I just kept going. “How was your day?”
“I – It was good.” She stuttered. “What are you so happy about?”
I gave her a sly grin. “It’s Friday. We get to spend the whole weekend together.”
She gave me a quizzical look mixed with a bit of confusion. “Well, you are going to have the house to yourself most of the weekend because our daughter has cheer-leading practice all day tomorrow and I am going shopping with Sandy. Then Sunday she and I are doing some bra shopping because I am sure you haven’t noticed, but she is becoming a woman.”
I quickly recalculated and came to the conclusion that I was going to hold off on disclosing my knowledge until Sunday evening. Friday night was uneventful. My daughter and her mom had a movie night and ended up falling asleep on the couch.