I have to say that this wasn't my fault. At to the lowest degree it wasn't all my fault. This all started when my wife left me and our Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl, Molly, for some young guy with more than money. She said she needed individual to pay care to her and her needs more, the selfish beef. I guess my workings and putting a ceiling over her chief and food in the fridge wasn't the rightfield kind of attention. And god knows our daughter 's only purpose in life story is to slip personal time from her. Bitch.

Anyway, I figured now I had to be mom and dad to molly. I was going to do the best I could and someday she would see how good I had tried to do and she'd agree with me that her mother was a heartless, selfish whore. But I'm not bitterly or anything, just realistic.

I tried to be her mom and dad the merely way I knew how, by being honest about everything. I talked to her like an adult, not tried to smooth everything over with make-believe. I wasn't going to hand her a script at 14 and distinguish her to record about sex while I got blushful and left the room like my parents did. Once I started to notice the signs, I sat her down and had a heart to heart with her. I knew what to look for. As soon as 15 class old fille start to giggle at the Word"bump"or when the Word of God"penis"pops up in conversations ("its a proper Word of God isn't it ?") I knew it was time. I didn't want her to learn about clobber from some 60 twelvemonth old hag at school day, teaching Sex Ed out of a 60 yr old school text. Or risky yet, rumors from her friends or Trygve Halvden Lie from boys.

I also noticed affair about her torso that told me it was metre. If I was noticing them, other guys were. For instance, one night I sat on the couch absently trying to read the newspaper while molly laid on her venter on the floor in forepart of me watching TV. She wore her tenacious t-shirt she used to catch some Z's in and her legs were bare. Having already taught her about shaving her legs, I admired them for a few minutes. Long and brawny she reminded me more of myself then her short, fat mother. She had a nice trope to, pure little hourglass form. I admired her hips and the curve of her seat for a minute. Then she did something that had my care riveted. She lifted her legs deflexion at the stifle, so the soles of her bare foot pointed at me. I never was much of a foot man myself, I always liked a nice ass, but I couldn't help staring and noticing how hone her feet were. They were pinko and well formed, not callused like her mother's. When she curled her toes I had the urge to imbibe on those toes fresh from the shower. I had to pluck my eyes away and try to centralize on the newspaper publisher. I don't think she noticed, especially when she got up soon after and kissed me goodnight. I used the paper to help oneself the hump in my lap.

I felt bad for looking after that and I tried not to. I told myself it was wrong, but then there were times when I told myself it was human nature. I hadn't had sex for quite a while, just jerking it to a porno or pics on the net, and so it was innate to have desires. I guess I was trying to make myself find less shamed. I think it helped. All I knew was that as long as I looked and didn't act on it, what was the harm ?

Another time, after she turned 18, I came nursing home from work to notice Molly at the sink washing up the dishful. Again I couldn't help notice her foresighted bare legs in the drawers she was wearing, but this sentence it was also her farsighted, defenseless arms and hands. As she finished, and I tried to cover my staring by making pocket-size talk, I noticed she had thoroughgoing picayune hands. Long, well formed and tapered fingers that ended in delicate and stark distance nails. She didn't wear any gloss and frankly that 's the way I liked it. Her female parent never went a day without nail polish. Even when she took off one coloring material to put on another her nails were stained yellow from constant polish.

This time I let my looking berth. She came to me sitting at the kitchen tabular array, drying her hands.

"You have very pretty hands, Molly."I said taking one in mine for a closer look.

She held them there and didn't back away like I thought she might."Thanks, daddy."was all she said with a smile."I think I'll go over to Karen's for a while. She invited me over now that they got their kitty opened up. Is that ok ?"

My warmheartedness skipped a beat. The probability to see her in a washup suit of clothes ? blaze yes it was okey !

"Sure honey, do you need a drive ?"I managed to get out.

molly was already headed for the steps."No, that 's ok !"she called back as I watched her ass going up the steps. She skipped every early stair and go to see those fantastic legs in action, the musculus working flawlessly. I heard her moving around in her room and sat there mentally yelling at myself. I had to quieten that lilliputian voice inside so I told myself yet again that she was a beautiful young char and I was only a man. A man that hadn't had any in a long time and therefore it was OK to look. While I fought with this inner conflict I heard Molly come downstairs. I tried to busy myself with the mail on the tabular array to keep from ogling her. I lost out though. She didn't help.

"Thanks daddy !"she said rushing up to me. Her footling tit brushed my shoulder as she leaned in to kiss me. She wore a red, scandalmongering and orange colored two piece bikini that reminded me of sherbert. I was horny and hungry at the Lapp time. Around her waistline was a big beach towel so couldn't see her ass, but I found myself drawn to her almost completely bare back. Only the necktie for her top went across it in the heart. Other than that I marveled at the perfect, picket skin colour of her back. It was utter, maybe a lentigo or two, but I love freckles. I also realized she had the rectify skin look for me. I preferred a charwoman with pale skin instead of those unhealthy or unnatural looking topaz. A picayune people of color was ok, but for me pale was perfect.

"Make sure you put application on if you are going to be out for a long time. I don't want you getting burned,"I suddenly heard myself say. Where the sin did that come from ?

Molly stopped in the doorway."I will dad, Karen's got all that clobber. Bye."

"Ok,"I called after her."Just remember, skin Crab runs in the family."What ? No it doesn't ! But I found myself not wanting her to get a tan. She was arrant the way she was and I wanted it to stay on that way. I took some comfort in the fact that it was evening and getting later by the secondment. As long as I kept her from going over to Karen's until later in the eventide from now on ... .I stopped myself. I was plotting about my daughter ! I stood up and went up step to shift. I found myself lightheaded, almost dizzy, but strangely euphoric. I wobbled past Molly's room trying to think about work. Then the small voice in my brain pointed out that Molly would be gone for some time. I was relieve to go in and front around. Maybe I'd even encounter a yoke of her scanty. I found myself going back, almost as if I was watching someone else do it, or imagining it in my head. I pushed open her door with a giddy, anserine smile, almost creeping like I would be heard or caught. I walked in and ignored the teen isthmus bill poster on the paries, her desk with school material on it, the few clause of clothes on the floor, and went straight for her closet where the clothes hamper was.

Right on top, as if left for me, was a pair of sullen blue panties. Probably the ones she had just changed out of. I stood there looking at them, my mind no longer making sense, I was working on pure sexually lust. I have to say here that it had been quite a while since I had the attentions of a woman let alone had sex. I guess I had high up standards, I wanted someone who would be a dear mom and release me on. Plus I'm not the underwear model my ex wanted me to be. I mean who left who ? Plus employment and taking care of affair at nursing home kinda left me short-change for a societal life-time. Like any of that is a good excuse, but require it for what its Charles Frederick Worth. Anyway, I reached out and grabbed her panties. I could still finger her rut from them. I stood there holding them a second and almost fainting from the heady rush I got just from holding them. I'd like to say right here that Molly came in and found me and confessed a burning desire for me and we did it right there on her bed, but that 's not what happened. This shit is straight, not a fancy of what I want to happen.

I held them around the waist band so they opened like she was still in them. Looking into the crotch, I could see a faint lily-white smirch that still showed the dampness how recently she had taken them off. I passed them in front line of my face, getting a whiff of her sexual scent. Again I got a rush that threatened to make my knee buckle. I wadded them up and gourmandize them into my pocket, heading out of the room. I was safe in the hall, even if she did suddenly show up. Yeah, like I could pull out off that goose egg was wrong with my overweight ventilation, sweating and red facial expression."Sure, beloved, pa's ok, he's just having a fondness attack."

Anyway, I knew from the intimate buildup I was in, I needed to see her naked physique. I had to see it. If I never got the chance to fuck her it was one thing, but I had to see her.

I went to the bathroom, locked the door and dropped my pants. I sat on the potty lid and laid her pantie on my leg. I started jerking off while I daydreamed of her coming in and offering to ingest precaution of that for me. I daydreamed she walked in topless, her perfective tense Loretta Young breasts exposed for me, the picket build of her chest, the light source pink nipples begging for me to take in on her trivial mammilla. I can just imagine my perfect young lady would have perfective breasts. She was about a B cup, and the color of her tit I dreamed would be such a light pinko you couldn't William Tell where it stopped and the shape of her breast started.

She would walk over in front of me sultrily and stand in front of me, staring from my cock to my eye. I'd use the surge of male sexual energy running through my venous blood vessel to rip the diminutive satin step-in from her and grab her hips. With her facing me, I'd pull her down onto my naked lap and impale her on my cock.

My eyes flew undecided as the impulse overtook me. I grabbed mollie's panties and came into them shooting more and voiceless than I can ever think. I stroke myself with her satin scanty until I was back under dominance. I made sure to use the crotch area, where her lilliputian petty slit rested, to pass over the cum from my peter. I knew I had to accept her, I just didn't know how without ruining our family relationship or landing place in jail.

As I sat there in our toilet, staring off into obliviousness daydreaming about having sex with my daughter, I got an idea. Across from me was the gravid bathroom mirror and above my pass over the commode I saw the picture of some damn thing that we had hung there years ago, but what got me intellection was cosmetic whorl work around the edge. My closet was on the opposite face of the rampart behind the bathroom. Without boring you too much more, I'll say I drilled a fix from my W.C. into the bathroom through the framework. You couldn't see it if you were looking for it ! I cleaned up the dust and moved the prick in my closet so I could see without making too much noise. Then I waited.

I went downstairs trying to save my hard on from giving my away and busied myself with TV, waiting for mollie to get home.

Just around 8pm I heard the skidder open and shut. I heard her unornamented feet coming padding in through the kitchen to the life room and there she was. I made myself look down and start at her beautiful toes again and teased myself as my middle roamed up my daughter's physical structure. Beautiful in her bikini with her foresightful, benighted wet hair combed back, smiling at me. She had the towel wrapped around her waist which probably kept me from grabbing her right wing there, but the pale flesh of her titty was right in strawman of my face as she walked over and gave me a promptly peck.

"Hi, daddy,"

I fought the itch to try and kiss her back."Did you have fun ?"

"Yeah, but I'm tired. I'm gon na seize a shower and go to bed."She headed for the stairs.

perfective ! I knew she'd want a shower after swimming."Ok, honey. Goodnight."I could barely contain myself. My heart thumped in my pinna, my adrenaline started making me twinge. I waited as farsighted as I could and jumped up. Trying not to run and be unruffled, I made it past the bathroom and into my sleeping room. I didn't daring turn on the light in case she could see it through the hole in the paries and tiptoed into my press. I heard her start the water system and knew that would help mask any more noise from me.

As I stepped up to the pickle, I could already see she had gotten rid of the towel. One nerve of her gorgeous E. B. White butt was hanging portion of the way out of her bikini bottom while she was playing with her hair, holding it up in a ponytail with both hands and turning her head to see how it would take care. Watching her tall melt off human body, with her long pale coat of arms, and even her smooth axilla and naked back, I had to cast off my gasp. I was lightheaded from the rush.

I was hard as a board, watching my daughter airstrip and just about came from the thought. She reached up under her hair and untied the shoulder strap of her bikini top. Since she was standing in front of the mirror, I could see her breasts the moment she freed them. Light mamilla stood out from the rest of her diminutive boob physical body, probably stiffened by the cold air from the AC. She spun the top around herself so she could untie the back strap and then she was uncovered for me to feed my optic on. My deal was already at work on my dick watching her perfect, bare boob. She itched under one as she turned to check the shower temporary worker. I prayed she would change by reversal back away from me so when she dropped her bikini bottoms I could see her publicize ass. I'm an ass man, if you haven't caught on, and I knew a gracious ass when I saw it.

She must have read my idea, because as she reached for them, she turned back toward the mirror. Everything seemed to go into slacken gesture for me. I saw her soak her finger in the girdle and lean forward as she started to turn down them. Gradually the start of her little butt crack came into purview. The encourage down they got, the more Molly bent over. Her infantry were already apart so when her backside got low enough I could see the darkness indenture of her piddling pinkish anus. Once her bottoms were on the story, I couldn't assistant it and bluster my load on the closet wall and floor. There was my beautiful raw daughter, displaying the perfect white globes of her tail end and her tight virgin hole to me. As she stepped out of her two-piece she turned and I could see her beautiful pussy. It made me see stars how hard I came. I'm so surprised she didn't hear me grunting like a moose on the early side of the paries. Her slit was so delicately perfect that I almost hate to use such a crude terminus as ‘ pussy'to key it. Her knocked out lips were colored the Lapp as the rest of her pure pale complexion. I could see her inner sheep pen were just starting to peek out and were a very light garden pink like her nipples. She had the start of a sizable fleck of fuzz growing in a triangle just over her sex, tinged a lightly auburn.

She got in the exhibitor and I continued to keep an eye on, thankful of the unfrosted-glass shower threshold. She washed herself down, making sure to ‘ pet the puss'a few times as she went, but watching her I realized my piddling girl didn't think about sex. She didn't use her sentence in the shower to masturbate or grope herself while she fantasized. She was still at that innocent age. Maybe not so innocent, but at least not thinking of having her dad worship her au naturel word form. I watched her ending, enjoying seeing her private moments like when she dried off between her cheeks. She finished up, grabbed her gown and headed for her bedroom. I got undressed out of study clothes and into sweats and a tee shirt. I wanted to see how she acted around me afterward just to build sure she didn't defendant. She didn't and I was relieved. Molly went to bed soon after and I guess I was wore out from my lark too. I went to bed soon after, but jerked off once more to the thought of all I had witnessed.

I've watched her a few clip more, always careful not to let on. She hasn't seemed to noticed. I enjoy it, and since there is no harm to her, there can't be anything wrong. I've thought about putting a telecasting camera up to the hole so I didn't have to be in my sleeping accommodation every single time she uses the shower, but I haven't yet. I keep thinking about the next footprint. Constantly looking for clues, seeing how she acts around me. I have urge to go further, urges I know would be intense and fulfilling, but could ruin our kinship and that 's not worth it to me.

I don't entirely know why I wrote this. It is all true, and I am sorry if you are thwarted that it didn't end in sex with my daughter. Its not like I didn't want it to ! But I think I am looking for legal opinion. Tell me what you think I should do, give me advice, call me a sick bastard, whatever. I've called myself that enough times, and I know the Earth is a sick place. Frankly if you read this and want to anticipate me names save your breath. But I would wish to see about other multitude's experiences .