Unusual Attraction to Adult Daughter - (Part 1)

I have never been overly affection to my daughter, and I have never been physically attracted to her…until recently.
Looking across social media, I came across a picture she posted, and for a split second I didn’t realize it was my daughter. I thought, “Wow, she is hot!” Then, I thought, “Oh my god, this is my daughter,” then thought again, “Wow, she is really hot!” She has really grown up and filled out, in her cheeks, her breasts, and her eyes have the glint of life experience. She wears glasses now, which I’ve always found very attractive- the nerdy bookworm type. She’s twenty-seven now, with a toddler, a husband, and a busy life. I keep in touch with her throughout the year, but she lives over a thousand miles away now, in the Midwest, so it is not often I get to see her. I send gifts during the holidays, and this year I asked her what she’d like, and she said, “hmm…pants, bras, underwear” which came as a little surprise, not only that it was a practical ask, but that she would ask me to get those things for her. I asked for her sizes, and she told me…size L stretchy pants and underwear and a size 38D bra. I thought, “Wow, 38D,” and I found myself imagining what her breasts look like. What shape are her nipples, what shade of pink? I imagined her nipples hard, cupped in the bra I would buy for her. I searched online; I shopped around, studying different bras – for comfort, style, purpose – and though I did look at several sexy, lacy styles, I settled on a few styles that were more practical, for everyday wear; but the more I thought about her wearing those bras, the more I thought about her taking them off.
I asked her after she had received them, how she like them. I was hoping, hopelessly, that she would say, “let me send you a picture,” like she would if it were a shirt I had bought her. They were comfortable, she said; she like them. “If you want to exchange anything for something else, just let me know,” I told her, “and if there’s anything else you’d like…” Everything was fine she said. “Well, I hope that will make you more comfortable,” I said. I wanted to ask her to send me a picture, but I didn’t; but I couldn’t get the image out of my mind – her standing in a bra, and taking it off; my beautiful daughter naked in front of me. It was an incredibly arousing thought which made me throbbing hard.
I reached down to grab my cock and give it a good squeeze. I thought, “Oh my god, how is this turning me on so much?” I couldn’t get it out my mind – my mind’s eye focused in on her nipples, such a lovely pink, hard and erect, voluptuous and round. I imagined her holding her breasts, cupped in each hand, smiling at me. I kept that image in my mind as I was stroking myself. It didn’t take long, I was so hard and excited, I had one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had in my life. I was shaken a little, and shaking a little. “Why does this turn me on?” I wondered, but I could not get it out of my mind. I could literally come and repeat it was so arousing to me. I just needed to close my eyes and imagine my daughter topless, to imagine her naked, in front of me.
After a couple of days, my mental image wasn’t quite enough, so I used some photo software to superimpose that photo of her I liked so much from social media over the top of the model’s face in the pictures of the different bras I bought for her, so I could see her smiling face wearing the bras I bought for her. It was incredibly arousing, Then I had the thought to find a model that looked like her with some topless and nude photos in an online photo gallery. I superimposed her face on several of those pictures as well, and then I put them in a slideshow, as if she were stripping her clothes off for me. It was a decent paste job and convincing enough for my purposes. “Holy smokes, what have I done?” I thought to myself. And yet, at the same time, I thought about what I had done was incredibly erotic, even though I could never show it to anyone. It had taken less than two hours. It was a visual treat, just for me; perhaps that would satisfy my urges. I sat in front of my computer, leaned back and got myself ready to enjoy the show. As the slideshow began to play, I saw my daughter’s face, smiling, looking directly at me, with a sparkle in her eye- such a beautiful face. And below her face, the bra I had bought her covering a beautiful pair of round and plump breasts. As the pictures continued to flash across the screen, a few seconds each before the next picture appeared. I saw that same face of my daughter smiling back at me, unchanged and unflinching, yet around her face, the background, the scenery, her body – all changed around her. I saw her slip off the shoulder straps of her bra, let it fall, and reveal her beautiful bare breasts, her soft pink nipples. As the photos continued to flash across the screen, my daughter was stripping her clothes off for me. Standing there topless, dropping her panties slowly, lounging on the bed invitingly, spreading her legs for me, spreading herself for me.
I didn’t need to close my eyes, I had brought my fantasy – not to life – but to my screen. I came even more intensely than I had the first time she entered my mind. I’ve added a few more photos to the slideshow and I watch it nearly everyday. And it is just as arousing as the first time I saw it. Some days, I’ll pause it on one frame, and some days I let it play on repeat, but always in my mind, my daughter is there with me; she is the one touching me.
One day last week, I was watching the slideshow I had made for myself – and I had it paused on a picture: my little girl, all grown up now, was laid back on her bed against some pillows, looking at me through the screen with her inviting eyes, that same expression in every photo, her nipples peeking out as her breasts round and perky hid behind her raised knees, her legs spread apart, her fingers spreading her wet, pink slit – just as it would be if I were about to lick her. My manhood was hard and slick in my hand, and I was trying to edge myself as long as possible before another intense release. Just then, my phone rang – it was my daughter. I answered. With the phone in my left hand, next to my ear and continuing to stroke with my right hand – I had a photo on my screen of my daughter spreading her pussy for me, and I had her voice in my ear. “Hey Daddy!” That’s not what she said, but that’s what I heard. I kept looking at the erotic photo of her and I kept pulsing my hand around my shaft as her soft voice caressed my ear. Every syllable was an erotic overload. Trying to edge myself until at least the end of the phone call, I had a tight grasp on my meat, rubbing my thumb over the tip, twisting and releasing my grip, throbbing hard and intense as she told me about her day and the things going on with her.
And then she told me that she would be in a nearby city for a conference, just a couple hours away and that I should take a drive and meet up one evening while she was there. Imagining the whole time that it was her hand that was sliding up and down my shaft, looking at her eyes on my computer screen, with her slim fingers spreading her pussy open, and hearing her soft, now sexy, voice, I came with a vigorous intensity greater than any time before, and even more, that crescendo was sustained by my attempts to keep quiet and control my breathing, so as not to be discovered.
We finished our phone call by agreeing to meet one day after she was finished with her work obligations. We’d have dinner and then try to figure out what to do next. I slinked out of my chair – my body weak from a longer than usual, more intense than usual jerk session – and I laid on the carpet. My mind was blown – not just from the incredibly erotic taboo images of my daughter with the added intensity of hearing her voice and speaking to her while I came – but “what was the universe trying to do to me?” I thought. “What kind of cosmic intervention is this?” My daughter, of course, had no idea what I was doing at the time, nor did she know that I was attracted to her or fantasized about her. I wondered what I would do when we met – probably nothing, I told myself…but I can’t wait to find out. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, imagining her crawling over the top of me and I was fully erect again. “Why does this excite me so much?” I wondered again. I had tried the blue pill before and a couple of the others, but nothing gets me as hard as imagining fucking my daughter. And just as I imagined her legs straddling me, grinding and riding me with her back arched and her head tilted back, her firm round breasts bouncing in my hands, I came again – inside her, and all over my belly.
That was last week. I’m in my hotel room right now, waiting to meet her for dinner. I thought I’d jot this down for posterity, maybe quell the desire a little…but I’m hard as a rock.