My Daughter's Dildo - Part 4

This had everything to do with the panties. The moral high ground had evaporated from underneath me like it was never there. She had the upper hand, and she was going to take advantage of it. Well, let her play her little games. I was the adult. I was her father. Yes, I’d had a moment of weakness, but I wasn’t going to let her get the better of me in this. All I needed to do was ignore her childish enticements and she would eventually give up trying to get a rise out of me.

Over the next few days I held firm. She resorted to leaving her dildo lying around all over the house. It seemed like I couldn’t turn around without it being there to taunt me. Nicole was running around the house in as little as she could get away with. One evening she was in the panties I had jerked off with, and I was pretty sure she still hadn’t washed them. The next night, as I went to my room to go to sleep, I heard that telltale buzzing noise coming from down the hall. It sounded louder than it should have. That’s when I noticed that Nicole’s door wasn’t closed all the way.

I stood there for a long time with my hand on the knob of my bedroom door. There was no mistaking what she was doing. But did she even understand it herself? Was she letting the fantasy get the better of her? I knew I had. The reality of what she was contemplating was too ugly to fully appreciate – especially at her age. There was some misguided, romantic idea in her head about me that would only bring pain and suffering if acted on. I heard a soft moan float down the hallway from her bedroom.

My knees felt weak, and my resolve even weaker. Everything was starting to unravel. I was overthinking this. I had to put it out of my mind, and not give her the satisfaction of responding to her provocations. She’d figure out soon enough that she couldn’t assert her feminine power over me. I was her father, for God’s sake.

I silently slipped into my bedroom, then violently beat off three times before falling into an exhausted sl**p.

Work the next day was all but impossible. I couldn’t concentrate on anything without my daughter taking over my thoughts. I had to put a stop to her lewd behavior. If she acted up this evening I intended to confront her. It wouldn’t be pleasant, but being a parent isn’t always easy.

Surprisingly, Nicole was a model daughter that night. Soccer game, dinner, homework, and a little TV with her old man. Nothing inappropriate. No sexual innuendo. Not even a revealing outfit. Perhaps we had cleared the hurdle. I was beyond relieved. At least until a knock at my bedroom door later that night woke me up.

“Nicole?”

“Yeah, it’s just me,” she whispered, already in my room. “I can’t sl**p.”

I looked for the glowing numbers of my clock, saw that it was after 2:00 a.m., and groaned. I felt her getting under the covers with me. “What’s the matter?” I muttered sl**pily.

“I don’t know. Nothing.”

“Then why aren’t you in your bed asl**p?” I could feel myself already starting to doze off.

“Daddy? Are you mad at me?”

“No. What makes you think I’m mad at you?”

“I feel like you’ve kind of been avoiding me. Well, not exactly avoiding, but something like it.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, sweetheart. I’m not mad at you.” I was barely getting the words out as I fought not to fall back to sleep.

“You seemed like maybe you were upset because I was talking about sex too much.”

“I wasn’t upset, really…more like concerned.”

“About what?” She shifted closer until her arm was touching mine.

“About things I shouldn’t be talking to you about…or doing.” I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

“Like what happened with my panties?”

“Huh?” That woke me up a little.

“You know,” her voice was low and almost seductive in the dark. “Like how you jerked off on my panties. That’s what you did, right?”

“Um…I don’t…you see, what you don’t understand is…” I tried to pull my head together, but was failing in every way possible.

“It’s okay, Daddy. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.” She snuggled closer. “You can tell me if that’s what you did.” She was so near, and warm. “Did you?”

There was no point in denying it. She already knew. “Yes. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, but…”

“You don’t have to explain it, Daddy. I understand.” Her fingers tickled up my forearm. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been with a woman, so you’ve got to do something.”

“That doesn’t make it right for me to do something like that.” I should have sent her back to her own bedroom at that point. I should have at least moved away from her. Instead I let her stay close and continue touching me. Neither of us spoke for nearly a minute. I was beginning to relax again when I heard my daughter’s voice.

“Daddy? What do you think about when you’re masturbating?”

I found myself answering, almost as if she had me in a hypnotic trance. “The usual things I guess. Women…fantasies…”

“Do you ever think about me?”

Even in my drowsy stupor I knew better than to respond honestly to that.

Nicole waited, but when no answer came she said, “Because I think about you sometimes, Daddy. Especially lately when I’m using my dildo.”

I had to wonder if I’d slipped into a dream state. I couldn’t have heard what I just thought I did.

“Honey…wait? What?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy, but I can’t help it. When I masturbate I think about you sometimes.” She laid her hand on my chest. “Actually, a lot of the time. Do you think I’m gross for doing that?”

“No,” I said trying not to panic. “No, but I don’t understand…”

“It started a while ago. You were in the shower and I came in to get something and I saw you. It was through the glass, and everything was steamy, and I was trying not to look, but I saw your hand moving…down there.” She pressed closer and I felt something hard against my hip. “I never thought about you like that before, but after I saw you jerking off in the shower I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I know it’s supposed to be disgusting to think about anything to do with your parents and sex, but it makes me really, really horny to think about you touching your cock like that.”

I wasn’t ready to deal with what I was hearing from my darling girl. “Something’s poking me,” I complained. “What is that?”

“Oh, sorry.” She reached between us. “It’s my dildo.”

“Why did you bring that in here?” This was getting more surreal by the moment.

“I didn’t really mean to. I like having it close by just in case.”

“In case what?”

Nicole’s hand moved from my chest down to my stomach. I put my hand atop hers, afraid it might go lower.

“Daddy, were you thinking about me when you jerked off and came on my panties? You can tell me the truth. It’s okay if you did.”

I should have simply kept my mouth shut, but for some sick reason I wanted her to know.

“Yes.” A pang of fear twisted my insides, but at the same time a sort of relief washed over me. “Yes, sweetheart, I was thinking about you when I was jerking off with your panties. I thought about how you’ve been walking around here lately showing off your legs and not wearing a bra. I thought about you using that dildo of yours, and about what a sexy woman you’re becoming.” I could practically hear her smiling in the dark. It was exactly what she wanted to hear.

“So I guess I’m not the only pervert in this family, after all,” she said with a light giggle that made my heart warm. She was quiet for a few moments with her cheek nuzzled against my shoulder. “Daddy? Is your cock hard right now?”

“Silly question. You know it is.”

“My pussy is really wet.”

Hearing my daughter say pussy like that for the first time sent a pleasant shock through me. My hard cock jumped in my underwear. I had let this go too far.

“Maybe you should take your friend back to your own bed now, sweetheart.”

“Noooo,” she whined and hugged me tighter. “Let me stay here with you.”

“Only if you promise to stop talking like that.”

“I promise.” She kissed my shoulder. “I’m sorry for getting your penis all hard, Daddy. G’night. I love you.”

“Love you, too, honey.”

It was all I could do not to grab my dick and start beating off like a madman. I was fairly convinced that Nicole would have been happy if I did, but there was also a pretty good chance that all she wanted to do was play the tease. She was hyper-horny and maybe it was just a matter of feeling safe enough around me to be naughty, knowing that there wasn’t any real risk of anything happening. Or, maybe I was trying to justify an extremely fucked up situation that I was only making worse.

Nicole stayed quiet by my side. It felt good to have a woman in the bed with me, even if it was my own daughter. I wanted to hold her, but I didn’t dare. I was going to have to do some serious thinking about this in the morning. My brain was too muddled and confused to make any sense of anything at that point. It wasn’t long before I drifted back to sleep.

The bed was moving. Awareness came to me slowly. The room was dark. Maybe Nicole was getting up and going to her own room. No, the movement was still going on. It was subtle. Rhythmic. Oh, Lord, no.

“Nicole? What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I can’t help it.”

“Are you…?”

“I’m using my dildo. The dildo you bought for me, Daddy. It feels so good in my pussy.”

I didn’t hear the buzz of the vibrator, but from the way the bed was moving there was no doubt she was telling the truth.

“Nicole, you shouldn’t be…we can’t…”

“It’s okay, Daddy. I just have to cum real quick, then I’ll be good. I promise.”

She was no longer trying to restrain her motions. My daughter was flagrantly masturbating on my bed right next to me. How had I gone this far wrong as a parent?

“I’m masturbating, Daddy,” she said breathlessly. “I want you to do it with me. Jerk off with me, Daddy. Please…” The sound of the dildo moving in and out of her wet pussy was becoming more obvious.

“Don’t…” I pleaded weakly.

“I know you want this.” A little moan came from here then. “I know your cock is hard for me. Masturbate with me, Daddy. Cum with me.”

I wanted to refuse. I wanted to be strong enough to do the right thing. I wanted to be the father I should have been. Instead, I felt myself giving in to my daughter’s vulgar teenage lusts.

“I want this so bad,” Nicole panted. “Touch your cock, Daddy. I want you to masturbate with me.”

I reached down inside my pajama bottoms and took hold of my erection. I hadn’t felt that hard in years. I was acting like a piece of shit, but I couldn’t stop myself. She was right there next to me, pleasuring herself, and begging me to join her.

“Are you doing it?” she asked from the darkness. Nicole had the bed rocking steadily now.

“Yes,” was all I could manage to get out.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “I can’t believe it. This is happening. Are you really doing it? Are you jerking off, Daddy?”

“Yes I am.” I gripped myself tighter and committed to the depraved act I was about to perform along with my daughter.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” She kicked at the blanket until we were both uncovered. I could only see the barest hint of her next to me, but that was enough to fire my imagination. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

With the blanket gone it was impossible not to notice the scent of Nicole’s arousal. I’d had a faint sample of it when I’d sniffed her panties, but this was something else altogether. I hadn’t smelled a woman in that way for many years. It made me want to do some very bad things. Things I would regret for the rest of my life.

“It feels real good, Nic.” I was never much of a talker in the bedroom. It somehow made sense with her, though. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”

“It’s okay, Daddy. Don’t stop. Just go with it. Yeah…” Her body bounced against mine. “Stroke your big cock while I fuck my pussy. Just like that…”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my daughter’s mouth. As surprised as I was, it didn’t prevent me from beating my stiff dick even harder when I heard it.

“You’ve got a dirty mouth, young lady.”

“I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to do this with you for so long.” She wasn’t holding anything back. “I think about your cock every night when I fuck my dildo, Daddy. Do you think about my pussy when you jerk off, Daddy? Do you?”

“I do. God help me, I do.” I was glad the lights were off so she couldn’t see the shame that would be obvious on my face for talking to her like that. “I think about you in your bedroom, spreading your legs, and playing with your dildo. I picture you naked and masturbating. Oh, fuck.”

If the groan of pleasure that she let out as I said this was any indication, I’d just made her fondest fantasy come true. “Did it make you cum? Did you cum thinking about how I fuck my pussy with the dildo you got me?”

“Yes! I came every night thinking about you.” I couldn’t take it anymore and I yanked down my pajama bottoms. It wasn’t like she could see anything, so what difference did it make?

“I knew it. That’s what I wanted. That’s what I wanted so bad. And now…and now…now I’m cumming. Oh, fuck, Daddy! I’m fucking cumming right now! Ah-ah-ahhhh!”

Her body tensed next to me and I could feel her lifting off the bed. She twisted against me and screamed as the intensity of her orgasm racked her small body. The sound of her cumming sent me over the top. My balls clenched tight and I began spraying jizz onto my chest and belly. I let out a few strained grunts through gritted teeth, then went lax.

“Oh my God,” Nicole wheezed. “That was incredible. We came at the same time.” She could barely catch her breath. “We really just masturbated together. I’m so happy right now, you have no idea.” She somehow found my free hand and held it tight.

I couldn’t deny that it was easily the best sexual experience I’d had in years – maybe even in my whole life. That didn’t, however, change the fact that it was also the most shameful thing I’d ever done, sexual or otherwise. I’d just jerked off next to my own daughter. The one person in the world who I was responsible for raising, and guiding, and teaching right from wrong. The one person who depended on me to protect her from the world. From a world that was out to exploit her and take advantage of her. And there I was holding my pulsating cock in my hand, with a warm load of semen soaking into my t-shirt and a maddening desire to bury my face between her beautiful legs. I belonged in the All-Star wing of the Creep Hall of Fame.

“I’m glad you’re happy, sweetheart,” I whispered.

The moments ticked by and we each lay quietly with our thoughts. Her breathing gradually slowed. She let out a gratified sigh. I tried not to think about all the ramifications of what I’d just done. I’d crossed a line that would forever change my relationship with my daughter. It was inexcusable and irresponsible, but I couldn’t go back and change what happened. There was nothing I could do about it now. Worrying about it now wasn’t going to do me any good. I’d deal with it in the morning.

“I love you so much, Daddy,” Nicole mumbled sl**pily. She cuddled against me and draped an arm over my body. There was a good chance she was getting my cum on her. Nothing I could do about it. I didn’t have the energy to pull my pajama bottoms back up.”

“Love you.” I was pretty sure I said that out loud, but I may have already been asleep.

I woke up just before dawn without opening my eyes. I had the distinct impression that there was a hand cupping my balls. A small, soft, warm hand. I dozed off again without doing anything about it.

When I finally woke up in the morning I found myself alone in my bed. I wanted it all to have been a dream. A wonderfully erotic fantasy of a dream. I rolled over and felt the place where I had dreamt she was lying. The sheets were cold. Maybe it hadn’t been real. I moved my hand lower and knew that was only wishful thinking.

The big wet spot Nicole had left behind was ample evidence that I had truly done a bad, bad thing.

By the time I woke up, Nicole was already gone. I got a text from her as I was on the drive home from work letting me know she was hanging out at her friend Becca’s house and would be staying for dinner. It was late by the time she came in, and all I got was an “I’m home” from the hallway before she went straight to her room. Something wasn’t right.

I wanted to check with her and make sure she was okay, but I decided it would be better to give her some space. If she wanted to talk she would come to me. The problem was that I didn’t know if I wanted to talk. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the night before. It seemed unreal in the light of day. My daughter and I had masturbated together on the same bed. Granted, it was dark and neither of us saw anything of the other, but it had happened.

I was deeply ashamed for letting myself do what I did. I knew better than to get carried away with something like that. She was just a clueless teenager with limited impulse control. I was supposed to be the responsible adult. I’d taken advantage of my daughter’s surging hormones and hyperactive sex drive. I was the worst kind of monster.

The next day was pretty much the same routine. I couldn’t let her go on being upset with me over this. I had to talk to her. I tapped on her bedroom door that night.

“Nicole?”

“Yeah.”

“Can we talk?”

She didn’t answer right away. “Just a second.” There were some soft shuffling noises, then, “Okay, you can come in.”