Inspired by a foreign short story.
It was late at night and the need to urinate woke me up from a deep sleep. Once I was done, my sixth sense told me to go check the house. To this day, I wonder if that was a good or bad decision.
Given the late hour, I was surprised to see the dim light of the television in the living room. Without much suspicion, I headed downstairs, thinking that one of the children had fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV. There was no ulterior motive, I was just treading quietly so as not to disturb whoever might be sleeping peacefully there. Halfway down the stairs, I heard a soft moan. A woman’s moan. For a moment I wondered if my son would be brave enough to watch porn on the family television, but then, between the sighs, I heard a man’s voice: “Gabbie, shh.”
My heart started pounding, but I didn’t stop or turn around. I just ran down the rest of the stairs in a flash. I peeked around the corner into the living room, and my life changed. It sounds dramatic, but it’s true.
My beautiful daughter Gabina was lying on the couch, on her back, with her T-shirt rolled up and her beautiful breasts exposed. Her boyfriend Michal, with whom she had been on and off, was lying next to her. With one hand he was holding both of her hands above her head on the back of the couch. With the other hand he was sneaking under her denim skirt. From the rhythmic movement of his right hand it was clear that he was fingering my daughter, and from the sounds she was making, she was really enjoying it. He was then taking turns kissing her and sucking her breasts.
My penis immediately became hard as a rock. I knew I shouldn’t watch, but I couldn’t. Even though I wanted the young man to get out of my house, I also wanted to watch Gabi experience pleasure. My next thought was that I wanted to cause her that pleasure myself.
I reached into my pants and grabbed my hard cock. I felt a moment of guilt and doubt when I realized I was jerking it off ten feet from my daughter and her boyfriend. Meanwhile, my wife was asleep upstairs, unaware of the perversion that was going on in her house. My hesitation didn’t last long, though. The risk of getting caught, combined with the taboo perversion of the whole situation, made my cock harder than it had been in a long time.
I focused on my daughter, writhing on the couch under another man’s arms. Every flicker of the television revealed more details. Her hard nipples on her over-sized breasts. Her moist, full lips. I could even see the muscles in her thighs tense as she neared orgasm.
My hand kept pace with the one that was abusing my daughter’s pussy. The faster Michal pushed his fingers into Gabina, the faster I jerked, imagining it was my penis entering her. My daughter’s moans became even more intense, and her eyes were closed so tightly that I would have thought she was in pain. But no, it was an expression of complete pleasure. She loved everything Michal was doing to her.
“Will you do it for me, Gabi?” It was so quiet I could barely hear the boy, but her nod was telling. She was on the verge of orgasm. I was jerking him off faster than ever, my breathing quickening so much I was afraid I would give myself away. Almost as I decided to release the load, I heard, “I want to taste you first.” I immediately pulled my hand away from my penis, wanting to witness it.
They started shifting on the couch. “Keep your shirt on, honey. Play with your tits.” I didn’t know much about Michal, except that he was my new hero. He helped Gabina find a new position, knelt in front of the couch, lifted her skirt up over her hips, and pulled her ass to the edge of the couch and his eager mouth.
The blue light from the TV gave me too brief and distorted a view of her sweet pussy, but my imagination filled in all the missing details. I was amazed to see her licking my daughter. My balls hurt and my cock almost exploded. Following the instructions, Gabi played with her own tits.
I was dying to see what her boyfriend was seeing. From my voyeuristic hiding place, I could only see his head. He was swaying rhythmically, inhaling her most intimate scent and tasting her pussy juices.
I couldn’t stand it and was terribly jealous of the bastard. I was seconds away from throwing Michal across the room and taking his place. My primitive animal instincts were surfacing, telling me that I simply had to fuck. It was some other, unknown force inside me that was screaming for me to fuck her. I cared about nothing but my own satisfaction, so I pulled my pajama pants down to my penis without taking my eyes off my daughter.
Her thighs were tightly wrapped around Michael’s head. Her hips were moving up and down, no doubt rubbing her labia against his face, searching for that perfect sensation for her clitoris. I listened to the sounds of his tongue licking her wet hole, and I could smell the scent too. Christ, I could feel my daughter’s excited pussy. It was undeniable, and it transported me to another dimension.
I chased my stick frantically, making noises that went unnoticed by the two lovers on the couch. I stared at my daughter’s beautiful, flushed face. “Look at me, honey,” I thought. “Look at what you’re doing to me, you whore,” a voice in my head screamed. I wanted her to open her big brown eyes, and I moved even further out of the darkness of the hallway, dangerously close to her seeing me.
“Fuck, honey, follow me. Watch daddy jerk his cock!” The only evidence that I wasn’t speaking out loud was that none of the teenagers were paying attention to me.
Michal added his fingers to his tongue, moving them in and out even more wildly than before, and Gabina’s body rose from the couch in response.
She dug her fingers into his hair, pressed his face closer to her cunt, and hissed, “God, I’m going to cum.”
My balls tightened. I felt like my spine was on fire. I jerked my cock furiously. “Come on for me, Gabi. Dad wants to see you come on.”
Both hands flew to her mouth and her whole body began to shake. Michal grabbed her hips and tried to keep her still, but it was no use. She was writhing in orgasmic spasms.
In the middle of her orgasm, Gabina opened her eyes and immediately saw me. She jerked violently in surprise, but she couldn’t stop what was already happening to her body. Her pupils dilated and she stared into my eyes. Then she looked down and her eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Her dad was masturbating while looking at her. Our moment together brought me to my climax.
Her eyes darted between my tense face and the frantic movements in my crotch. I thrust my cock once more, twice, and then stopped. I placed my free hand in front of the swollen head and began to squirt thick semen into my palm. All the while, I kept my eyes on her, watching every twitch of her face. Was she disgusted? Horrified? But I saw something else there. Confusion? Glimpses of understanding? Maybe even… excitement?
I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming, which would be heard throughout the house. I don’t know how Gabina’s sighs covered the little grunts I couldn’t suppress with each ejaculation, but Michal didn’t seem to notice. His movements slowed down, but he still continued to work her pussy.
As the last drop of cum flowed from my penis, I tore my gaze away from Gabina’s shocked expression. I had my hand full of my own cum. I can’t remember the last time I had such a strong and copious orgasm, all thanks to my own daughter. Without a sound, I turned around and headed back towards the stairs with my semi-hard penis.
Once I had washed and dried my hands, I pulled on my pajama pants, opened the door, turned off the light, and turned toward the bedroom. Just then, I heard the sound of the front door closing. I looked down the hall as I quietly closed our door, and at the last second, I saw the light from the living room television go out.
