My name is Danielle, and I am a 19-year-old girl involved in an incestuous relationship with my father. It began when I was sixteen. I was a shy girl then, as all my friends had begun to blossom into women while I still looked as if I were twelve. To make matters worse was the fact that although my body seemed to stay in childhood, my mind warp-jumped into the adult world. All I could ever think about was sex, and I masturbated constantly. I played around a little bit with boys my age, but they were basically clueless. What I wanted was a man, and I knew just the one I wanted too.
My daddy was a single, 33 year old bachelor. Mom had left him years ago, so I was lucky to be the sole recipient of his attention. He spoiled me, but I refused to go rotten on him. I worshipped the ground he walked on. When I discovered sex, I immediately began to have incestuous thoughts. I fantasized about Daddy all the time, more often than not while I was naked and my fingers explored my young wet pussy. I wanted Daddy to know how I felt, but I was too scared. But then the best thing ever happened: I caught Daddy masturbating in my bedroom.
That afternoon, I was supposed to go over to my friend Jenny’s house, but she had left school early with her mom because she got sick. I went straight home instead. I saw Daddy’s car in the driveway as I walked to the front door. I went inside, but I didn’t see him, so I went down the hall towards my room.
Daddy never saw me, as he was deeply engrossed, but I sure saw him. A thrilling shock charged my body at what I was seeing. His muscular body was nude, and laid out across my bed among the lacey spread and all my stuffed animals. His right hand was wrapped around the shaft of his big gorgeous cock, and he stroked it slow and steady. In his left hand was a pair of my dirty white panties, which he had pressed to his face. I knew instinctively that Daddy was dreaming about me while he masturbated! It was the most delicious sight I had ever seen in my young life.
I was transfixed. My hand slid under my short skirt, and my white panties were already wet. I’m not sure how long I stood there, but eventually, Daddy looked up and saw me. Neither one of us jumped, or screamed or anything. We just stared at each other, him with his hand around his cock, and me with my hand deep in my panties. Finally Daddy spoke.
“Please don’t be mad at me... or think I’m weird Danielle.”
“I’m not Daddy. Just don’t get mad at me either, ok?”
He laughed a little, and said, “I’m not sweetie.”
I slowly pulled my hand out from my white panties, pulled down my skirt, and said with my cutest pout, “I guess you want me to go now…”
“Only if you want to leave. You can stay if you want though. It looks like you’re curious about what I was doing.”
I clapped my hands, “I want to stay Daddy!”