Caught With Daughter’s Panties

Daddy’s Rule

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.

Daddy’s Birthday

The soft, warm light of the early morning sun peeked through the blinds, casting a gentle glow on the unmade bed. Mark, a middle-aged man with a muscular build, exhausted from working a night shift at the factory, slowly opened his eyes. He had been feeling the weight of loneliness since his high school sweetheart divorced a few months ago, and his job at the local factory did not help ease his troubles.

As he groggily reached for his alarm clock to turn it off, he caught a glimpse of a picture on the nightstand. His heart ached as he gazed into the eyes of his beautiful daughter, Jenny. At 21 years old, she had become his rock, always offering her support and love through these challenging times.

Down the hall, in the quaint family home, the pitter-patter of tiny feet caught his attention. Jenny entered his room with a tray of steaming coffee and breakfast as if on cue to save him from his thoughts. Her bright smile lit up the room and instantly put him at ease.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” Mark said with a weary smile, propping himself up on his elbows as Jenny sat at the edge of the bed.

“Morning, Daddy,” Jenny replied, handing him a cup of coffee. “I thought I’d make you breakfast before you head off to work.”

As they enjoyed breakfast together, Mark couldn’t help but feel grateful for his daughter’s support. He knew she had her whole life ahead of her, and he couldn’t burden her with his troubles. He resolved to put on a brave face and keep moving forward.

Unbeknownst to Mark, Jenny had a plan brewing in her mind. She wanted to do something special for her daddy, something that would turn his frown into a permanent smile. It was his 45th birthday in a couple of weeks, and she wanted it to be a birthday he would never forget. As she cleared away the breakfast dishes, she couldn’t help but feel excited by the secret surprise she was concocting.

Later that night, Jenny found herself alone in her apartment, her heart pounding as she contemplated the enormity of her surprise plans for her father. As she pondered the taboo nature of her intentions, she knew she needed someone to confide in before making her final decision. That person was her best friend, Sarah.

When Sarah entered Jenny’s apartment, she noticed her friend’s flushed cheeks and the tension in her eyes. Sarah knew something was afoot, something significant, which excited and worried her. “Hey, Jenny, what’s up? You look like you’re about to explode. Is there something you need to tell me?”

Jenny, usually so level-headed, invited Sarah to sit down. Her hands trembled as she poured them both a glass of wine. As they settled on the living room couch, Jenny hesitated momentarily, nervously swishing the red liquid in her glass.

“Sarah, you know how my dad’s been since the divorce, right? I’ve been apprehensive about him,” Jenny began, her voice shaking just a little.

“Yeah, I know. He’s been working non-stop, and he’s been so lonely without your mom. You’ve been doing everything you can to cheer him up,” Sarah soothed, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Jenny’s.

Jenny took a deep breath, her resolve wavering as she approached confessing her true intentions for the surprise she had planned for her father. “I want to do something special for his birthday, lift his spirits, and show him he’s not alone.”

Sarah smiled with encouragement, waiting for Jenny to continue.

“I’m going to make him his favorite meal, watch his favorite action movie with him, and… and give him a back rub to help him relax,” Jenny blurted out, the words tumbling from her mouth in a rush.

Sarah tilted her head, considering her friend’s plan. “That’s sweet, Jenny. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” she said, her smile broadening. She was unaware of where her friend was going with her confession.

The time had come for Jenny to reveal the true motive behind her plan. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her palms were sweaty, but she knew that she needed to share the entirety of her plan, regardless of how shocking it might be.

“Sarah, there’s something else… something I haven’t told you yet,” Jenny whispered, her voice barely audible. “I… I want to seduce him, Sarah. I want to make him feel desired and loved again, even if it’s just me, his daughter, who can do it. It’s the only way I can think to pull him out of this depression and make him feel whole again.”

Sarah’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open as she stared at her best friend. “Jenny, you can’t be serious! You know that’s… that’s incest! It’s wrong and against the law.”

Jenny bit her lip, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she absorbed Sarah’s reaction. “I know it’s wrong, Sarah. I know it’s sick and twisted, but I don’t care. I love him so much and need to make him happy again. I need to make him feel alive.”

As Jenny’s confession settled in, Sarah could only watch, her expression a mix of shock and concern. She now faced a choice – would she support her best friend in her pursuit to heal her father’s broken heart, or would she stand against her, attempting to put a stop to the incestuous relationship that could destroy them both? The confession had taken a turn she had not anticipated, and the decision was now in her hands.

Act II, Scene 1: Setting the Stage for Surprise

The clock on the wall ticked away as Jenny bustled around the kitchen, preparing her father’s favorite meal – a succulent steak with baked potatoes dripping with butter. The aroma filled the room and made her mouth water. On the couch, her father, Mark, flicked through channels on the TV, oblivious to the surprise she had in store for him.

Jenny had carefully planned every detail, even down to her red dress. The hem of the vibrant fabric danced around her thighs as she moved, the sweetheart neckline accentuating her cleavage. She had chosen it specifically to grab her father’s attention but not so much as to arouse suspicion. And she was confident that it was working; she had already caught Mark gazing at her a few times.

She had also set up the living room with a cozy arrangement for their movie night. A blanket lay draped over the couch, and popcorn sat in a bowl, waiting to be devoured. The pièce de résistance was the poster-sized printout of the “Die Hard” movie cover she’d taped to the wall. She had even found a DVD copy of the film in an old box of her father’s belongings.

As the clock struck six, Jenny knew it was time. She walked over to Mark, wearing an excited grin, and handed him the DVD. “Happy birthday, Dad! I thought we could have a little movie night – just you and me. What do you say?”

Mark, taken aback, glanced at his daughter, then at the DVD. “You remembered my favorite movie. I’m… I’m honored, Jenny.”

He didn’t know it yet, but their movie night was the beginning of the surprise she had prepared. It was a special night that Jenny had anticipated for weeks, and her heart throbbed with excitement and a hint of fear. The stage was set, and with bated breath, she awaited the perfect moment to reveal her true intentions.

Act II, Scene 2: The Surprise Reveal

As the opening credits of “Die Hard” rolled across the screen, Jenny and Mark sank into the couch, their eyes glued to the television. To anyone else, it was just a simple birthday celebration between a father and daughter, but Jenny knew that it would soon turn into something much more.

The hours passed, and the movie played out, the dynamic action keeping them both engrossed in the story. Jenny noticed her father’s subtle yawns – the telltale signs of his exhaustion from the long hours at work. She knew it was the perfect time to offer him something he couldn’t resist.

As the action movie ends, Jenny notices her father, Mark, starting to doze off on the couch. She sees this as the perfect opportunity to put her plan into action. Gently, she touches his shoulder and says, “Dad, why don’t you let me help you relax? You’ve been so busy and deserve a break.”

Mark, feeling the warmth of his daughter’s touch and appreciative of the gesture, agreed, “That sounds amazing, Jenny. Thank you.”

As Jenny straddled her father, she began to massage his tired muscles, starting with his shoulders and moving down to his back. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, interrupted only by Mark’s occasional moan of satisfaction as his daughter’s hands worked their magic.

Feeling her confidence growing, Jenny whispered in her father’s ear, “Dad, I just want you to know how much I love and admire you. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever known. You work so hard for us and never ask for anything in return. I’m so proud to call you my father.”

Her hands moved sensually over her father’s back, feeling every contour of his muscles, as she continued, “You always made sure that I had everything I needed; even when Mom left, you never let me down. You are my rock, my hero.”

Mark, his eyes still closed, was surprised and moved by his daughter’s words. “You’re my rock, too, sweetheart. I couldn’t have made it through this difficult time without your support. I’m proud of the woman you’ve become.”

The air in the room shifted, and a new level of intimacy emerged, leaving Jenny wondering if she should proceed with her seduction plan. With each movement of her hands, she knew she was crossing a dangerous line, but her desire to make her father happy and to feel him close overwhelmed her.

Jenny, in her little red dress that her father had always loved, couldn’t help but notice the bulging muscles in Mark’s back as she gave him the massage. Even though the situation was strange, she could feel the closeness she always cherished between them. They had always been a team, and now, more than ever, she wanted to offer him comfort and relief in his loneliness.

The dim light of the living room cast a warm glow on Mark’s face. Now relaxed and content, he lay on his stomach on the couch, trusting his daughter completely. “You’re really good at this, sweetheart,” he said softly, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of relief. You must have gotten this from your mother.”

Jenny chuckled. “No, I took a massage class in college, remember? I was always more interested in the academic side of things.”

She couldn’t help but feel proud of the effect her massage was having on her father. The feeling of helping and being there for him warmed her heart. But she knew the next part of her plan was approaching, and she couldn’t back out now.

“Okay, Dad. Now, I will work on your legs. You need to take off your pants so I can get to your muscles,” Jenny said, trying to keep her voice steady despite her racing heart.

Mark opened his eyes and raised his head, a look of confusion on his face. “Really? That’s…that’s a little weird, don’t you think, Jenny?”

Jenny laughed, trying to reassure her father that it was all part of the experience. “Oh, come on, dad! We’re both adults here. Just trust me, okay?”

Seeing his daughter’s determination, Mark laughed with her, shaking his head in disbelief. “Alright, alright. If you say so, masseuse extraordinaire.”

He struggled to remove his pants, finally handing them to Jenny with a sheepish grin. She took them and folded them, placing them on the couch’s armrest. Now, her father was only in his boxers, and she couldn’t help but notice the muscles in his legs that had always been strong from years of working out.

Mark laid back down on his stomach as Jenny began to work on his legs. The room was filled with soft, relaxing music as she kneaded the tense muscles, feeling the power in his legs and the warmth of their connection.

In the dim light, she could see the goosebumps on his skin as she moved her hands up and down his legs, a testament to the warmth her touch brought him. Mark yelped a few times when she found a particularly tense spot, but she could tell he was enjoying the sensation. She could feel her desire building, and she knew the next step of her plan was waiting just around the corner.

Scene: The Cozy Couch

The room is dimly lit, with the warm glow of a few flickering candles adding a sensual ambiance. The action movie has ended, and Mark, with a content sigh, leans back on the couch, his eyes half-closed from the soothing back rub his daughter just gave him. Jenny’s hands slowly move away from his back, and she gathers the courage to ask her next question.

“Hey, Dad, could we snuggle for a bit? I just love spending time with you, and it’s been so long since we’ve just cuddled,” Jenny asks softly, her voice filled with affection as she looks up at her father through her eyelashes.

Mark smiles, pleased to see his daughter enjoying their time together so much. He agrees readily, a fond smile playing on his lips. “Of course, sweetheart. It’s been a while since we’ve done that, hasn’t it?”

Jenny grins and carefully maneuvers herself to sit next to her father, her ample young tits and aroused nipples brushing against his chest as she wraps her arms around him. She continues telling her father how much she loves him and how happy he is that he raised her while her hands keep moving soothingly on his back.

Although Mark is a bit surprised by the intimacy of their position, he starts to enjoy the attention he’s receiving from his daughter. He has no idea that Jenny’s actions are leading up to something much more intimate, and he appreciates the closeness of their relationship.

As Mark relaxes into Jenny’s embrace, he’s grateful for their time together and is clueless that his daughter’s motive is far from innocent. Unbeknownst to him, Jenny is about to commit the ultimate taboo act or preserve their father-daughter bond, teetering on a precipice that will change their relationship forever.

Jenny’s heart raced as she slowly leaned in towards her father. The sensual atmosphere in the room was intensifying with each passing moment. She gently planted a soft kiss on his cheek, feeling the familiar stubble that he always had. Then, she lingered there momentarily, her face close to his.

A part of her wanted to make sure this was what she wanted. Seeing her father’s eyes light up for the first time in months brought warmth to her heart. She made her decision. She slowly moved her lips from his cheek to his, feeling the warmth of his breath on her as their lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss.

Daddy’s eyes widened in surprise, revealing confusion and desire. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let his daughter take the lead as she continued to explore his lips with hers.

Jenny pulled back and saw the passion in her father’s eyes mirror her own. It was as if an unspoken agreement had passed between them in that moment. She smiled reassuringly and went back to tending to his sore muscles, her hands gently kneading and working their way down his tired body.

As Jenny continues to massage her father’s sore muscles, she can’t help but be drawn to their energy. It’s intoxicating and makes her feel alive. She’s never seen her father in this light before, but the moment’s intimacy makes her feel like they’ve crossed some invisible barrier.

Jenny’s hands wander further down her father’s body, and she can sense his breathing start to shallow. She glances up at him, her eyes locking with his. He raises an eyebrow, silently questioning her actions.

“Jenny, what’s gotten into you?” he asks, his voice low and uncertain.

Jenny’s eyes don’t waver from his, and she gives him a sultry smile. “I just want to make you happy,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

She leans forward, her chest brushing against his, and her daddy’s eyes widen as he realizes what his daughter desires. It’s wrong; he knows it’s terrible, but the look in Jenny’s eyes and the sensation of her soft skin against his is making it hard to resist.

So, he remains silent, not stopping her as she straddles his lap and wraps her arms around his neck. Her breath is warm against his neck, and he can feel her heart pounding against her chest.

“Jenny,” he whispers, his voice just as weak as the resolve he was trying to hold onto. “I don’t know if this is right.”

She pulls back and looks at him, her eyes full of determination. “I know, daddy. But I don’t care. I want you to be happy, and I want to be the one to make you happy.”

Jenny’s father doesn’t know what’s come over his daughter, but he knows he can’t resist her. And as she leans in to kiss him again, he doesn’t have the strength to stop her.

Jenny could see her daddy struggling with the situation, but she knew it was now or never. She wanted to explore the passion and desire that had been building up between them.

With a mischievous grin, she stood up and began moving to the soft music playing in the background. Her hips swayed, and her hands ran through her hair, making her feel confident and sensual. She could see her daddy’s eyes widen as she started to dance for him, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

He told her that she shouldn’t do that, that it wasn’t right for a daughter to dance provocatively for her father, but she could see the excitement in his eyes. He wasn’t going to stop her.

As she continued to dance, she slowly opened her blouse, revealing her lacy bra, and then tossed her shirt to the side. She saw her daddy swallow hard and knew he was enjoying her performance.

Jenny knew she had to be bold if she wanted to continue seducing her daddy. She moved closer to him, her hips still moving to the music. She straddled his lap again, and he didn’t protest.

His hands instinctively went to her hips, and she took his hands and guided them up her body. She could tell he was hesitant initially, but as she continued to move against him and guide his hands, she could feel his resolve weakening.

As the music continued to play, Jenny could feel her daddy’s arousal growing, and she knew that they were both ready to take the next step. But, before anything happened, she wanted to ensure he was okay with what was happening.

Jenny’s heart pounded in her chest as she moved her hands down her daddy’s toned abdomen. She could feel his muscles twitching, resisting her touch, but she knew she couldn’t stop—not now, not when she was so close to giving her father the ultimate thank-you for everything he had done for her.

She slowly slipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, feeling the warmth of his body against her skin. He stiffened, and she could see the hesitation in his eyes, but she didn’t care. She was determined to give him the ultimate thank you he had longed for.

“Jenny,” her father gasped, his voice strained. “We can’t… this is wrong.”

She shushed him softly as her hand moved further down, her fingers brushing against the erection that had formed under her touch. It was hard not to gasp at the sensation, but she kept control, her eyes never leaving his.

“I know how lonely you’ve been, Daddy,” she whispered as she stroked him gently. “You’ve spent all your time raising me, sacrificing everything for me. This is my way of thanking you, of showing you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

He was panting now, his eyes glazed with desire, and she could see the war going on inside of him. He wanted her, and she wanted him, but they both knew it was wrong.

“Jenny, I…” he gasped, his eyes pleading with her to stop.

But she wouldn’t. This was her ultimate thank you to him, and she would give it to him, no matter the consequences.

“Trust me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. “Just let go and trust me.”

As she watched her father’s face, she knew she had won. He would give in to her, and they would cross the forbidden line.

The room fills with the sounds of their passionate panting as their mouths devour each other in zeal. Their hands begin exploring one another, wandering and roaming over each other’s bodies, growing bolder and more daring with each touch.

Jenny pulls away momentarily, leaving her father panting and wanting more. She slowly raises her arms and starts to unbutton her shirt. Her father’s eyes widen as her lacy bra comes into view, and she can see his arousal growing even more.

She straddles him again, her hands guiding him to her breasts. “Touch me, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice filled with longing. “I know it’s wrong, but I want you to be happy.”

Her father hesitates, his hands hovering above her chest. But the temptation is too strong, and with a low growl, he gives in and begins to knead her breasts. He feels the weight of them in his hands and the hardness of her nipples pushing against the fabric of her bra.

His mouth soon follows, and he takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking it through the fabric. Jenny’s breath catches, and she lets out a soft moan. “Oh, Daddy, that feels so good,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed.

She encourages him to keep going, her hands moving to his head, urging him to take more of her in his mouth. And as her father starts to explore her body more, she can’t help but ask the question she’s been curious about. “What things mommy wouldn’t do?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her father pulls back, a flash of pain crossing his face. But Jenny is insistent, and he eventually gives in. “She was… a prude. She never liked giving head and refused to let me anywhere near her backdoor.”

Jenny smiles wickedly and promises her father that she will be nothing like her mother. She will be his loving and adventurous lover, fulfilling his every desire and fantasy. 

It was as if every fiber of Jenny’s being was overcome with the desire to make this man, her daddy, feel a level of pleasure he’d never experienced. This was new territory for her, and she wanted to ensure she did it right. Her heart raced as she asked, “Daddy, would you show me how to please you?”

Mark couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but there was no denying the temptation that was his daughter, Jenny. He made a decision that he knew would probably haunt him for the rest of his life, but at that moment, he could no more resist it than stop his heart from beating.

“Alright, baby girl,” he said softly, a mixture of tenderness and lust in his voice. “I’ll show you, but you must do exactly what I say.”

Jenny nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. Mark’s heart was pounding in his chest, but he had decided. He gestured for her to get on her knees.

As Jenny sunk to her knees, she could smell the intoxicating scent of her daddy’s arousal. It was a heady mixture of musk and something else that made her feel like she was on the brink of an adventure she would never forget.

“Now, put your lips on my cock,” Mark instructed.

Jenny was hesitant at first, but she leaned in, her heart pounding in her ears. She tentatively kissed the tip of it, her tongue flicking out to taste him. The taste was salty and sweet simultaneously, and she felt her desire start to build up.

“Good, baby girl. Now, take me into your mouth,” Mark said, his voice strained as he watched his daughter take her first tentative steps into womanhood.

Jenny’s lips parted, and she took her daddy’s cock into her mouth, feeling the hardness of it against her tongue. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, seeking approval.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “That’s it, baby girl, just like that. Now, use your tongue to swirl around the head, and be sure to take me deeper into your throat.”

Jenny did as she was told, the sensation of her daddy’s cock in her mouth making her feel powerful and wanton. She could see the look of pleasure on her daddy’s face and knew she was doing it right.

He continued to guide her, his breaths becoming more and more strangled as she pleasured him. She could feel her arousal, her body responding to the intimacy of the act.

“That’s it, baby girl. You’re making me feel so good,” Mark praised her, his voice thick with desire. I’m going to come soon. You’re going to swallow it all, won’t you?”

Jenny knew that she would do whatever her daddy wanted, so she nodded her agreement, even though she had never tasted a man’s seed before.

As she continued to suck on her daddy’s cock, she could feel it start to swell, and she knew that he was getting close. Suddenly, she felt a warm, bitter-tasting liquid hit the back of her throat, and she knew that her daddy was coming. She swallowed as she had been instructed, feeling a sense of pride as her daddy gave a final shudder, his breaths ragged.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with innocence and lust. She had done it. She had pleased her daddy.

“That was…amazing, baby girl,” Mark praised her, his voice hoarse and his eyes filled with disbelief and pride. “You’re a natural.”

Jenny knew what she had done was something special and would bond her and her daddy in a way forbidden to the rest of the world. But at that moment, she didn’t care. She knew that they would always have this secret and that she would always be the one to please her daddy.