My Daughter's Dildo - Part 5

I recognized the smell of pussy in the air as soon as I stepped in. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Her purple dildo was near at hand on her nightstand. I couldn’t help noticing that it shined slickly in the light, as if it was wet.

“Oops,” she blurted out when she realized what I was looking at and quickly tucked her toy under her pillow.

Nicole’s cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were stiff points beneath her shirt. There was no mistaking what she had been doing when I knocked on her door.

“Everything okay?” I asked as affectionately as I could.

“Yeah, sure,” she lied.

“I haven’t seen much of you the past couple days.”

“I know. Coach has us doing double practices, plus Becca and I have a project for science we’re doing together.”

“Is that really all it is?”

“Yes.” She looked like she might cry if pushed. “No.”

“Are you upset about the other night?” I sat down on the end of her bed.

“Sort of, I guess.” She looked down, unable to meet my eyes.

“I was afraid of that.” Seeing her like this was breaking my heart. “First of all, I’m sorry. I should have never–”

“Wait, no,” she interrupted. “You shouldn’t be sorry, Daddy. I’m the one who did it. It was all my fault. I should be saying sorry to you.”

“No, honey, you’ve got it backwards. I’m the adult here, and–”

“And I was the one acting like a stupid slut.” She seemed intent on not letting me finish a sentence. “I had all these crazy thoughts in my head, and I knew you hadn’t had sex in a really long time, and I took advantage of you because of that.”

“You took advantage of me?” Didn’t see that coming.

“I was horny, and I don’t know what I was thinking. I pretty much FO*CED you to do what I wanted, and you must think I’m a disgusting pervert for even wanting that in the first place.” Her tears were starting to trickle down her cheeks. “It was bad what I did, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you never forgave me for it.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” I reached out to her and she leaned into my embrace. “There’s nothing I need to forgive you for. It’s okay.”

Her head was buried against my chest and I could feel her fighting to not start sobbing outright. I held her tight.

“We did something we shouldn’t have done, but I let it happen. I’m supposed to be the grown-up here, so if it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine.”

“I don’t want you to hate me for being this way.”

“Of course I don’t hate you. I love you.” I gave her a reassuring squeeze. “I love you more and more every day. Just when I think I can’t love you any more, bam! I do.”

“Stop it. You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“That’s my job.” I rubbed her arm. “Is it working?”

“Sort of.” She looked up at me with watery eyes and a reddened nose. “Maybe you should send me to some kind of sex psychiatrist.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” I said. “It’s normal to sometimes have those kinds of feelings.”

“No, you don’t understand, Daddy.” She wiped her cheeks and sat back a little. “The things in my head can’t be normal. I think about it all the time.” Nicole took my hand and held it tight in both of hers. “The truth is that I’m not really upset about the other night. It was the best thing that ever happened. And that’s what’s bothering me.”

I wanted to tell her it was the best night for me too, but I knew that would only encourage her.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” she went on. “When you knocked on my door just now I was masturbating with my dildo and pretending you were next to me jerking off just like we did the other night.”

“Well, um…I don’t think a psychiatrist–”

“I’m practically obsessed with your cock, Daddy, and I’ve never even really seen it.”

This girl was testing me at every turn. I had to stay strong for her sake.

“Okay, let’s try to calm down and figure out what to do about this.”

“There’s something seriously wrong with me.” She was on the verge of tears once again. “I shouldn’t be getting all turned on like this over my own father.”

“I know it seems bad, but I don’t think it’s especially unusual or strange. This is what all that Freud stuff was about. Sometimes k**s go through phases where they become sexually fixated on the opposite-sex parent. There’s nothing wrong with you that isn’t wrong with everyone else.”

“Does that mean that you had sex dreams about your mother, and thought about her naked all the time?”

Yikes! How do I answer that one? I had to be honest.

“Basically, yes. To tell you the truth, there was a time when I was a teenager that I thought about my mom in that way.”

“Seriously? You wanted to have sex with Gramma?”

“No, it wasn’t like that exactly.” I was starting to sweat. “I was curious about women’s bodies, and she was the only woman around, and so I had this thing where I wanted to see her naked.” I’d never told this to anyone before. I was barely able to admit it to myself. “But more than that, I wanted her to see me naked. I fantasized a lot about her seeing me and…touching me. Touching my penis…mostly.”

The way Nicole was looking at me she either thought I was full of shit or a degenerate loser.

“Did anything like that ever happen with you two?”

“No, not really.” I was hoping I could get away with not going into any more detail.

“Yes,” she insisted, “something did happen. Tell me.”

“She did accidentally walk in on me once when I was, you know…jacking off.” That brought a smile to her face. “Only it wasn’t entirely an accident. I planned to get caught on purpose.”

“What happened?”

“My mom, um…Gramma came into my bedroom to put away my clean clothes. I knew it was her laundry day and so there I was on the bed, whacking away, waiting for her.” My cock stirred as I recollected one of my fondest and most shameful memories. “She was halfway into my room before she noticed I was there and saw what I was doing. She stopped in her tracks and didn’t know what to do. Like a deer in the headlights.”

“Were you all naked?”

“I had a t-shirt on that was pulled up, and my pants pulled down around my knees. I must have looked like a pathetic loser.” I couldn’t believe now that I had gone to such desperate lengths back then. I was beginning to see Nicole’s behavior in a more sympathetic light.

“I bet you looked cute jerking your little dinky like that.”

“Hey, it wasn’t that little,” I protested with a chuckle. “Anyway, she just stood there in shock for a few seconds and before I knew it I was…finishing.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You came in front of Gramma?”

I nodded. “Not my proudest moment, but yeah.”

“What did she do?” Nicole was fascinated.

“Nothing at first, she just kind of looked at me like she couldn’t believe what just happened.” I suddenly worried that this story might change the way Nicole felt about her gramma. “Then, she smiled. It was different than the way she normally smiled at me. It gave me a funny feeling all over.”

Nicole squeezed my hand. “She probably liked what she saw.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe.” I remembered how much I wanted to believe that at the time. “She said she’d come back when I was done ‘playing,’ and gave me a wink before she left.”

“Wow, she handled that pretty cool.” The way Nicole was squirming ever so slightly was a clear sign that she was getting turned on by our conversation. “Did you ever talk about it after that?”

“No. Sex wasn’t something we ever discussed in our house when I was growing up.” From the way my daughter was sitting cross-legged in front of me I could see a small wet spot forming in her thin shorts at the center of her crotch. “It was an awful trick to play on my mother. I was afraid if I mentioned anything that I’d get into trouble for it. It was the worst and best thing I’d ever done.” My next words were out before I could stop them. “Until the other night.”

She didn’t react at first, but then a big smile lit up her pretty face. “So, does that mean I’m not in trouble?”

“You’re not in trouble, but I think we have to try to keep our sex lives, or lack thereof, more to ourselves.” That was pretty much the opposite of what I wished I could say. “I think it’s great that you’re in tune with your sexual desires, and that we can talk about things when you need to, but we don’t want temptations to lead us into doing something we’ll regret.”

“When you say temptations, do you mean like that one?” Her eyes slipped down to my lap.

I looked down, knowing what I’d see. My hard-on was clearly evident in my pants.

“Or like that one,” I nodded toward her crotch.

Nicole looked down and noticed the growing wet spot.

“Oops,” she giggled, but made no effort to hide it. Taking my cue from her, I didn’t bother covering up my erection. “I guess we’re both pretty messed up, huh?”

“Looks that way.” It was all I could do not to take her right there on her bed. “But we’re going to behave ourselves from now on, right?”

“Yes,” she agreed. “I’ll do my best to be good.”

“That goes double for me.”

We looked at each other, each knowing that the other was lying. Our bodies were betraying our true desires. Our minds knew what was right and what was proper. Which would prove stronger, body or mind?

I leaned over, kissed her chastely on the forehead, and left. I heard that tell-tale buzzing sound almost before the door was closed behind me. That girl’s sex drive was like a f***e of nature. It took every ounce of resolve for me not to open the door and go back in. Despite what she’d promised, I knew she’d probably welcome me with open legs. But I couldn’t take advantage of this situation. I had to keep my priorities as her father foremost in my mind. Just because she wanted it didn’t mean I should give it to her. We’d both be grateful someday that I was able to hold out and do the right thing.

As it turned out, we’d never know for sure if that would have proved true.

It was a few nights later and the two of us were watching TV together. Nicole was lying on the sofa, and I was settled into my favorite chair. We had managed to behave ourselves fairly well over the past couple days, but there was still an underlying tension that we could both feel. I saw that she was doing everything she could to restrain her impulses, and I had to credit her with making the effort. Even so, I couldn’t help noticing that she had a throw pillow strategically placed over her hips, and I couldn’t see where exactly one of her hands was – though I had a good theory.

My internal debate about all this had been raging back and forth constantly since we’d talked. I knew it was absolutely wrong to encourage her misplaced sexual attraction to me, but at the same time I remembered what it was like when I was her age. Confessing how I’d had sexual feelings about my own mother reawakened that primal desire in me. I’d been having fantasies about my mother walking in on me jacking off and offering to help — just like when I was a teenager. This made me realize that what I wanted most at that time was for my mom to be the one to take the initiative and fulfill my obscene desires. As forward as Nicole had been about all this, I had become certain that this was what she was hoping for as well.

“What’s going on under that pillow, young lady?” I asked when the next commercial came on.

She looked across at me with a guilty expression, knowing she had been caught doing something naughty.

“Nothing,” she said. “I was just…nothing.”

The only light in the room came from the television, but that was all I needed to see that she was blushing.

“Alright, if you say so,” I teased, knowing that she had been touching herself.

After a few minutes she sat up. “I need to go to my room and…take care of something.” She stood and headed for the hallway.

“You don’t have to,” I said. She paused before turning the corner. “You can take care of that in here if you want.” I knew I was making a huge mistake, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Nicole didn’t know how to react at first, especially after what I had told her the other day. After a few seconds she laughed. “Yeah, right.” She headed off to her bedroom. I was relieved that she was able to hold strong where I wasn’t.

I was half tempted to go listen again at her door, but I did my part to hold firm. Before I could go too far feeling proud of myself for not perving on my daughter, the night took a turn.

“Daddy?”

I looked around to find Nicole standing there in a cute little matching bra and panty set holding her dildo.

“Were you serious? Can I really do it here in the living room?”

“Oh, um…yeah…sure. If you like.” My cock was hard before I was able to finish my stammering response.

“What about when you said we had to behave ourselves?”

“Is that what you want?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“In that case, there’s no good reason to have to hide in your bedroom every time you want to use your dildo.”

“Are you going to stay?”

“Do you want me to?”

A wicked smile lifted her cheeks. She nodded and moved to the sofa. I could see that this was exactly the sort of thing she’d been fantasizing about for the past weeks. I couldn’t count the number of times I’d jacked off imagining my mother making such an invitation to me. It was nice to be able to give my girl what she desired, even if it was something as sinfully indecent as this.

Nicole was lying on the couch, her head propped on a throw pillow at one end and both her feet up on the cushion at the other. I had a perfect view of her long, lean body in profile as the shifting light of the TV played over her bare skin. She switched on her toy to the lowest setting.

“Is the noise going to bother you?” she asked as if I’d be watching the television instead of her.

“Make all the noise you want, sweetheart.”

I could tell she was a little self-conscious, but she was enjoying being looked at. Nicole moved the vibrator down between her legs and played it over the crotch of her panties. Her free hand rested on her tummy. It seemed impossible that I was witnessing this.

It wasn’t long before she lifted her hips and slid her panties down the length of her legs, leaving them hooked around one ankle. I could only see the slightest hint of pubic hair from the angle I was at, but that was enough for me.

She went back to teasing herself with the toy, this time with no fabric in the way. My girl was touching her clit with her dildo right in front of me. I hadn’t cum in my pants since I was a teenager, but I was likely to do just that as I watched my daughter pleasuring herself.

“That feels so good,” she groaned and began turning her hips in small circles.

My mouth had gone dry, and my heart was hammering away in my chest. I gripped the armrests tight and resisted the urge to rush across the room and jump on top of her. She just wanted to show off and be seen. All I was doing was indulging a bit of natural teenage fantasy, nothing more. This is what she wanted, and I was simply letting her have it. This was as far as it could go.

“The best is when it first goes inside of me,” Nicole said without looking my way.

I couldn’t see because her leg was blocking my view, but from the way her hands were moving I could tell she was getting ready to insert the dildo into her pussy. My stomach felt like it was in freefall as I hurtled down the world’s highest rollercoaster. The buzzing sound became muffled and I knew for certain she was pushing it inside her.

“It’s not as good as a real cock…” she paused as the dildo went deeper. “But it feels good to have something nice and hard in there.”

My daughter’s running commentary was only making it more difficult for me to resist doing something that couldn’t be undone.

“It feels strange listening to you talking like that,” I said. I was sure she could hear the thick lust in my voice.

“I like being able say this kind of stuff in front of you now.” From the motion of her arm it was obvious that she was slowly moving the dildo in and out. “Like about masturbating…and about my pussy…and about the bad things I want to do…” The taut muscles of her legs flexed with sensuous purpose as she moved her hips to meet each penetrating thrust. “Do you like it when I say those kinds of things, Daddy?”

“I’m not supposed to, but…yeah, I have to admit that I do.”

“That’s what I thought.” She looked over at me. “I can tell because your cock gets hard whenever we talk lately. Like how it is now.”

“Guilty as charged.” I was flattered by the way she stared longingly at my insistent bulge.

“I think you should take it out.”

“Take what out?” I said, feigning ignorance.

She flashed me another one of her wicked smiles. “I want you to take your cock out so I can look at it while I fuck the dildo you bought me.”

I was about to cross another line that I was well aware I shouldn’t cross, but even as I was admonishing myself I was lowering the zipper of my pants. My erection sprang free. My daughter’s eyes went wide as she gawked at my cock standing at attention in my lap.

“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned and gave herself a hard thrust. “You have the sexiest cock I’ve ever seen.” Nicole stared at my exposed dick as she humped her toy. Her expression betrayed an animal longing, and her open mouth invited thoughts of highly unnatural acts. “I want to see you play with it.” Her big, lustful eyes met mine. “Masturbate with me, Daddy.”

My instinct was to grab my cock and begin beating off for her, but I had to show at least some resistance.