My Daughter's Dildo - Part 3

“So what do you do about it?”

I had a feeling I knew what she was trying to get me to say, but wasn’t certain. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you…” Nicole held the fingers of one hand in a circle and moved them up and down suggestively.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She was a bold little thing, I had to give her that.

“I don’t know if this is something we should be discussing.”

“Don’t be such a poop. Everybody does it.”

“If you already know that, then why are you asking me if I do?”

“Don’t know.” She’d lost all interest in the movie. “Something I’ve been kind of thinking about lately, that’s all.”

I worried that maybe she could see the bulge my hard cock was making. Part of me wanted her to see it.

“If you have to hear it, then…yes, I do get horny and I do masturbate.”

Her eyes lit up when I said the last word. “A lot?”

“Not as much as you.”

My daughter smiled and gave her ponytail another stroke. What she didn’t do was deny it.

“I love the toy you got me,” she said, picking it up and hugging it to her chest. “So, would you say you jerk off like every day?”

I had to laugh. She wasn’t going to let up. And I had to confess I enjoyed hearing her talking like that. My erection strained against my pants.

“Not every day.” I wasn’t sure how honest I wanted to be with her about this. “But close.”

“I do it pretty much every day. Even back when I was dating Steven, I did it all the time. Do you think I’m weird?”

“Well, you are weird, but not because of that.” I was trying to keep things light so she wouldn’t know that she was driving me wild with lust.

“I worry that I’m addicted to it sometimes.” She contemplated the dildo she was holding. “I bet you jerked off a lot when you were my age.”

“I suppose I did. Although it wasn’t something I could talk about with my parents.” I was only making a half-hearted attempt to steer the conversation back into safe waters.

“I’m glad we can talk about this kind of stuff,” she said and lay back on the sofa. “It’s good that we don’t have to make a big secret out of it. Don’t you think?”

“I guess. Communication is always important.” I was too distracted by what my daughter was doing to think straight.

She was holding the dildo with one hand so that the base of it rested low on her belly. With her other hand she was running her fingers over its contours with a loving touch. I watched as my mouth went dry and my breathing quickened. She lightly wrapped her hand around it and began stroking it up and down.

“It must be cool to be a guy and have a penis,” she mused. “To have this big powerful thing that you can just grab onto whenever you want. Is that what if feels like, Daddy?”

Why was she doing this to me? I never envisioned my sweet, innocent daughter as a seductive temptress, but that’s what she surely was. Did she even know what she was doing? Did she have any idea what effect she was having on me? God have mercy on my wretched soul.

“I never really thought about it like that, but…yeah, I guess it’s pretty cool.” I swallowed hard, but my mouth was still dry. “But being a woman has its advantages, too.”

She waggled the dildo like she had a cock of her own and thought about what I’d said. “I do like being a girl,” she conceded and ran a hand up her leg and down the inside of her thigh. She was getting dangerously close to crossing the line. “Do you ever wish I was a boy instead?”

“Never,” I told her quite honestly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, sweetheart. I couldn’t have wished for a better daughter.”

She didn’t respond, but I knew she liked hearing me say that. And I meant every word of it. Nicole was the reason I got out of bed in morning. She was the reason I had the courage to go on when my marriage had fallen apart only two years after it had started. She was my whole world. I lived to give her everything she wanted.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m being weird tonight.” She tapped the tip of her toy cock against her chin as she tried to think of what to say next. “I just feel like I can talk to you about anything and you’d understand. My friends would all think I was a freak if I told them half the stuff I was feeling sometimes.”

She looked over at me for confirmation that I was on her side. All I could do was smile at the sight of her big eyes gleaming across the darkened room at me. Nothing in the world was as precious to me as that girl, and nothing ever would be.

“You’ll never be a freak to me, no matter what you’re thinking or feeling. I love you just for being you.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.” She kissed the tip of the cock, seemingly without being aware of the juxtaposition of her words with her actions.

She abruptly got up from the sofa and came over to my chair. I shifted in an effort to conceal my hard-on. She hugged me around the neck and kissed me on the cheek.

“This movie kind of stinks.” She tapped her dildo against her tummy provocatively. “I’m going to go to my room and masturbate, then get to sleep. How about you?”

“The same, I guess.”

That got a big grin out of her.

“Cool.” She took one more lingering glance at my crotch before turning to go. “Have fun with that, Daddy.”

I heard the sound of her vibrator buzzing as soon as she left the room. She was definitely teasing me deliberately. I heard her bedroom door close and didn’t even bother waiting. I pulled my cock out of my pants and began jerking off like a man possessed. It was only a matter of about a minute before I was spraying fat gobs of jizz all over my shirt.

Being open with your CHIL*REN about sex was one thing, but this was getting ridiculous. I didn’t know what kind of game Nicole was playing, but I couldn’t let her get the better of me like this. I was the responsible adult. I needed to keep my responses under control. Just because she was curious, and exploring the boundaries of our relationship, was no excuse for me to give into my basest cravings. She was my daughter, and that’s all it could ever be.

I decided to go to bed before I was tempted to do anything stupid. As I approached my bedroom door I noticed something lying on the floor in the hallway. It was a pair of my daughter’s panties. I picked them up. They were still warm. And moist.

She must have dropped them by accident. But why had she taken them off in the hallway instead of in her bedroom? Deep down I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it. It was just an accident. I pressed the pink cotton fabric to my nose and breathed her in.

A simple, meaningless, accident…

Nicole was awake before me the next morning, which was unusual. Her panties were next to me on my bed. I was tempted to wrap them around my morning hard-on and jack off with them one more time. Since they were already crusted with two loads from the night before, I decided to restrain myself. I got up and tucked my daughter’s soiled panties down into my hamper under some of my own clothes. I needed to run them through the wash and clean off my filthy cum stains before sneaking them back into her drawer. I didn’t want her to know that her own father had sunk so low that he was doing unforgivably perverted things with her underwear.

I put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and followed the smell of brewing coffee. Nicole brightened with a huge smile as soon as she saw me shuffle into the kitchen. She was wearing a tight-fitting pair of pajama shorts and a flimsy top that left no question about whether or not she had a bra on (she clearly didn’t). I had a sense that if I looked closely enough I would be able to detect the rosy blush of her pink areolas through the light fabric. I did everything I could not to look.

“Morning, Daddy!” She came to me and kissed my cheek. “I’m making breakfast. What d’ya want?”

“How about scrambled eggs and toast?”

“Coming right up, sir.”

She had outgrown those bottoms. They were way too tight on her. I could see every curve of her pert little ass. Even the sensual crease of her gorgeously shaped butt was apparent. The only thing I couldn’t see were panty lines. I couldn’t tell if she was being a cock-teasing minx on purpose, or if it was all just her being innocently clueless and I was the one suddenly noticing her in this new, strikingly inappropriate, way.

I reached for the unopened electric bill sitting on the table in the hopes of distracting myself from my enchanting daughter and short-circuiting yet another improper erection.

“I’m sorry if I weirded you out last night,” Nicole said as she cracked the eggs into the pan. “I was in a kind of a strange mood.”

“No need to apologize.” I put aside the undecipherable bill and looked for something else to put my eyes on besides my daughter’s perfect ass. “We all have strange moods now and then. Some stranger than others.”

She dropped a couple slices of bread into the toaster. “Thanks for putting up with me.” She fetched the butter out of the refrigerator and set it on the table. Her nipples were conspicuously poking up from under the top. It was most likely because of the cold air from the refrigerator and they would surely settle back down in a minute or so. “I like that we can talk about anything together.”

“Me, too, sweetheart.” I tried to push away the dark urges that were rising up unbidden.

“I don’t think any other dad would be willing to admit to his daughter about how he jerks off.” She checked to see what kind of reaction that got out of me.

“Maybe because most dads don’t have a daughter who carries her dildo around everywhere she goes.”

She shot me a guilty smile over her shoulder. “Leave my new best friend out of this.”

Nicole scooped the eggs onto a plate, plucked the toast from the toaster, and set my plate in front of me along with the salt shaker. She sat down across from me and sipped her orange juice.

“Looks delicious,” I said for the sake of saying anything and dug in.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Ho, boy. I’m guessing this is another one of those personal questions, otherwise you wouldn’t be asking permission first.”

The wicked look in her eyes was enough to confirm my suspicion. “Last night, when we were talking, did you get an erection?”

I almost choked on my eggs. “What? Why?”

“Just curious.” She handed me a napkin. “It’s no big deal, but it looked like maybe you did and I was only wondering. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.” The last was said as a veiled challenge more than anything.

I looked up from my plate and saw my daughter leaning forward, intently waiting for an answer. I knew what she wanted to hear, but I also knew that I shouldn’t be encouraging her.

“Yeah,” I confessed, “I might have.”

Her eyes grew wide with delight at my response. “Why did you have a hard-on?”

“I don’t know. It just happens to men sometimes.” I was being a coward and she knew it. “Probably because of the way you were touching your dildo, or maybe all that talk about masturbating.”

“You are so cute right now, Daddy.” She reached out and grasped my forearm in a gesture of loving support. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I don’t mind if you get hard around me. I know that it’s a natural thing that happens to guys, and it’s not like I’m a little KI*D anymore.”

“No, you certainly aren’t.”

“I mean, I get horny all the time, and there’s no point in pretending that you don’t get like that, too.” Her nipples were poking up through her top again, and I definitely couldn’t explain it away this time as being caused by cold air. “It seems silly for us to have to hide the way we’re feeling from each other. Don’t you think?”

I had to try to inject some sanity into this conversation before it went too far.

“Look, sweetheart, I think you and I have a great relationship, and I wouldn’t ever want to do anything to lose that. It’s just that I’m not sure it’s a good idea for us to be too open about our sex lives with each other.” I felt her hand give my arm a light squeeze. “We should be able to talk if you have questions or problems, but I’m worried that it’s inappropriate for me as your father to share too much with you.”

My heart was beating fast and I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was saying what I knew I needed to say, but I hated every word out of my mouth. I could see some of that brightness fading from Nicole’s face as she absorbed what I was telling her. She put on a brave smile and patted my arm reassuringly.

“Okay, I guess that makes sense. Oops, I forgot your coffee.” She got up and went to pour me a cup. “Like I said, I’ve been in a weird mood lately. Forget about everything and just pretend like I’m my normal self.” She delivered my coffee with just the right amount of sugar and cream.

“I don’t want you to be upset, honey. I don’t want to ever do anything to hurt you, or to mess things up between us. That’s all.”

“I’m not upset,” she assured me without believing it herself. “I think you’re the best dad a girl could ever want.” She hugged me from the side with her head tucked against my neck. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you, sweetheart.” I patted her on the back.

She held the hug longer than usual. I wondered if she was about to start crying, but when she broke away she was as cheerful and chipper as ever. I knew she was feeling rejected and was doing everything she could not to let me see it. She was trying to protect me from feeling bad about what I’d said. I loved her for that, but I still felt bad.

The next couple days passed without incident. There was an intangible awkwardness between Nicole and me, but I knew it would pass soon. I was keeping my lascivious thoughts about my daughter to a minimum, and she was behaving herself in a much more proper manner. I was relieved that this strange storm had passed, until I went to do my laundry.

As I opened the hamper I remembered that Nicole’s panties were still hidden under my stuff. I dug down but couldn’t find them. I emptied the hamper out into the laundry basket one item at a time, but they were nowhere to be found. I went through everything two more times, but they definitely weren’t there. What the fuck?

That sinking feeling was back in my stomach. I went to Nicole’s bedroom. She was at soccer practice and wouldn’t be home for another hour. I looked in her underwear drawer, but they weren’t there. I checked her hamper without luck. I pulled the covers back on her bed and my worst-case worry was confirmed.

There by her pillow was her purple dildo. Twisted around that dildo were the panties that I had found outside my bedroom door. And they were still dirty. The spots where my cum had soaked into them and dried were more than obvious. There was no way that she didn’t know beyond a doubt that I had not only taken her underwear into my room with me, but that I had clearly jerked off onto them. More than once.

This was about as humiliating as it could get. I wanted to grab them and clean away the evidence of my lustful sins, but then she’d know I was snooping in her room. She hadn’t washed them herself. What did that mean? Was she planning on blackmailing me somehow? If one day down the road I told her she couldn’t stay out late with her friends, or go to a party, would she pull out those panties and wave them in my face? How could I exercise any parental authority with her holding onto that kind of leverage? I had royally screwed the pooch this time.

I left everything where it was and walked out of her bedroom in a haze. I had no idea what to do, so I simply did nothing. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I imagined, and it would all resolve itself quietly. Unlikely, but possible.

Nicole came home from practice and hit the shower. When she was done, my sweet daughter came into the living room wrapped in a towel that barely reached the tops of her thighs. She was holding her purple friend.

“Daddy, do we have any more batteries? I think I wore these ones out.”

“Already?”

She just shrugged and gave me a shy smile. The hussy was back.

She followed me into the kitchen and waited while I got her a new pair of batteries.

“Can you put them in for me?” She held the toy out to me, then pulled it back quickly. “Oops, wait! I haven’t washed it since the last time I used it.” She bit her lip seductively and looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes. “Oh, but you don’t mind that, do you, Daddy?”

She once again offered me her dildo. I took it, knowing that it was covered with the dried pussy juices of my baby girl. Damn, that k** was devious. I tried to keep my hands steady as I swapped out the batteries for her, even though I suspected she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. I handed the toy over and she turned it on.

“Wow! That’s more like it.” She touched the tip of her fake cock to her cheek and ran it across her lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She turned and headed for her bedroom. “See you in about half an hour.”

I swear I caught a glimpse of ass cheek as she went. It was all I could do not to follow her and jack off at her door again while I listened to my little girl fuck herself silly.