Unusual Attraction to Adult Daughter - Episode 2

I cringe every time I read through a typo of mine – it just interrupts the flow of the story, like hitting a pothole on leisurely drive. I generally write pretty fast and don’t always go back to edit everything I write. I will try to do better moving forward, but there’s still a little more catching up to do before discussing our trip, coming up in about three short weeks. We met up at the beach the summer after I met her in the city. That was two years ago and she wants to meet up at the beach again this year.
Nearly a year had passed since I’d written any updates about our time in the city. Nothing had really happened for several long months, but summer was then fast approaching.
As I’ve said, my daughter lives several states away, has a husband and toddler, so we don’t get to see each other in person very often. I’ve called and texted for holidays and to keep up with events, and there’s been no mention of our time together on her business trip at the beginning of the year…until our last phone call. I’m very happy to say it wasn’t awkward or weird, and though I’ve wanted to talk about it, just to verify it wasn’t an uncomfortable thing for her, I resolved to let her bring it up if she ever wanted to. We were making plans to meet up at the beach for vacation this year – I’ve rented a house for a week, and she will be flying in for three nights with the grandkid, and her husband can’t make it because of work. She said, “by the way, I really enjoyed the last time we saw each other.”
“Really?” I replied, “I just…was…wondering” and she interrupted me, “it’s a good memory for me.” I was relieved and I relaxed a bit. “That’s good to hear. It is for me too.” There was a long pause, so I continued, “I’ve actually thought about it a few times when I’m alone, if you know what…” and she interrupted me again, not rudely but to give me reprieve, knowing what I was going to say, “I have too. I’ve thought about it too…a few times” and with a flash of coyness, slowly continues, “…and…if that were to happen again…this next week…I would be okay with that.” And she sighs, relieved to have gotten the words out. I could tell she was nervous about bringing it up, but now relieved that she had.
“Really?” I said again in exactly the same tone as before, and I started to speak a little slower, hoping she would interrupt me again “I…” and she did, “Yes…I would. In fact, I’m kinda looking forward to it.”
“Really?” I said a third time, in the same way. “Wow…now, I am too!” I said, with a tone of surprise to my voice, to reassure her that her boldness would be rewarded.
“I can’t wait to see the ocean,” she mused, perhaps to move on from the subject, perhaps just imagining being there. “That salty air…” I answered; and there was another long pause. This time, I spoke, more eagerly “so…you’ve thought about…our last time together?…a few times?”
“Yeah,” she said coyly again.
“Really?” I said again, but this time more playfully. She laughed, and again said “mm, yeah,” I could tell she was biting her lip. “So what are you wearing right now?” I asked, “And are you home alone?”
“Just shorts and a tshirt,” she said, adding that her husband was gone to work and her little one was taking a nap. And just as I was about to speak again, she added, “but I could change…”
“I sure would like to see that,” I blurted out without thinking. I had a raging erection, having already undressed her in my mind. I noticed I had already unconsciously started rubbing myself through my pants.
“Really?” she said, exactly as I had said before, mocking me.
“Yes, yes I would.” I confirmed.
“Well, that can be arranged…” she said less coyly and more playfully. She had become completely comfortable with our conversation, which relieved and excited me. “We can video chat on messenger,” she offered, “…if you want to.”
“I’d love to,” I told her.
“Okay, give me just a minute and I’ll call you back,” she said.
“Ok” I said and hung up,
I decided to go sit at my computer, to have a bigger screen and to sit more comfortably. My mind was racing and my erection was throbbing. This was all of a sudden, sort of out of nowhere. Did I initiate this, or did she want to video chat all along? Had she wanted to before now and I was just too stoic? These are questions I should just keep to myself, I thought. And as I gripped my hard cock, the messenger ringtone burst through my computer speakers.
When I clicked the window to open, a view of her bedroom appeared, empty for a second – she had propped the phone against something, her dresser maybe. Then my daughter appeared, in shorts and tshirt and began a little strip tease, taking off her top then slowly unbuttoning her shorts as she danced; then she turned around and worked the shorts down her legs as she bent over. She kicked her clothes to the side and turned around holding her bras straps with her thumbs. “These are the bra and panties that you got for me,” she told me as she lowered her bra straps and lowered her bra exposing her nipples moving closer to the camera, pushing her breasts into my face through the screen. She was smiling and laughing as she removed her bra. She danced a little more, shaking her boobs and cupping them with her hands, playing with her nipples with her fingers. The she reaches her thumbs into the straps of her panties, pulling them out and away, up and down before letting them snap back into place. She walked up and grabbed her phone holding it at different angles and above her and behind her to show me her body.
“You are so beautiful,” I told her. I was sitting in my chair, leaned back, rubbing myself. It only occurred to me then that she was also looking at me. My jaw was nearly on the floor, and she definitely saw that. I’m still amazed, even now, how incredibly turned on I can get looking at my naked daughter, and she was showing herself off to me.
She walked over to the bed and crawled onto the center where she had already setup the pillows the way she wanted and she set the phone down, leaning against a pillow I presume, at the other end of the bed. On my screen was my daughter, wearing only panties, spread eagle in front of me, caressing her breasts and smiling at me. As one of her hands moved slowly down her belly and into her panties, she said to me, “Now, your turn.”
I’m sure she noticed it surprised me because she laughed as I struggle for a second to sit up in my chair. As I stood up and took down my pants, my hard cock sprung out and bounced a bit, and I heard her mutter something like, “mm, yeah, that’s it,” and I sat back down and moved my laptop and tilted the screen so that she could see me stroke myself as I watched her. “That’s better,” she says, and her legs lifted up as she pulled her panties off. Bring her legs back down and spread wide open, I could see her pussy was wet, her nipples were hard, and her face was very relaxed. She was using her fingers to rub her clitoris, her head tilted back and eyes closed. Then she, leaned forward a bit, looking at me through her phone and she spread her pussy open at first with two fingers, then she reached around the back of her legs with both hands spreading her pussy open, and she asked me, “do you like that?”
“Are you going to call me daddy?” I asked her.
She smiled. “Do you like that, daddy?” she asked again.
Oh my god, I nearly came right then – my daughter’s voice, calling me ‘daddy’ asking if I liked her pussy. I had to stop stroking for a minute. I held my cock at the base of the shaft, shaking it a bit. I forgot again that she was also watching me. “Oh wow, I want you to fuck me right now,” she said playing with her clitoris with one hand and sliding her fingers inside her with the other. “Fuck me, daddy,” she moaned, leaving her glistening pink pussy in full view as she reached to the side for something.
“Oh, baby, you are so sexy” I told her as I started to stroke again.
She was reaching for a cute little glass dildo that she brought into view of her camera, showing it off for a second before using to rub her pussy. She moved it up and down her slit, spreading her labia apart, coating it in her wetness. Then, she reached around her leg again, holding her dildo by the bottom with her hand out of the way so I could see it move inside her. Her pussy opened up to accept its girth and she threw her head back and let out a moan, “yes, fuck me daddy,” saying it out into the air this time instead of looking at me. Her head remained tilted back as she thrust it in and out of her pussy. After a minute, she lifted her head up to look at her screen, to see that I was still there, stroking to her movements. She smiled as our eyes met, and she began to fuck herself faster with the glass dildo in one hand and rubbing her clitoris with the other. Her hips began to twitch as her knees lifted a little, and she moaned out, “I’m going to come, oh my god, I’m going to come,” Then, all of a sudden, her legs lifted her ass off the bed, her hips were twitching and she was holding the dildo deep inside her as her orgasm rolled through her body.
I could hear her heavy breathing through my computer speakers, which teased my from the very beginning, and as I stroked, holding back from exploding the entire time, the sound of her orgasm sent me over the top, and as I saw on my screen that slippery glass dildo fall out of my beautiful daughter’s wet swollen pussy, leaving a little gaping hole where it once was, my cock erupted with a warm splash all over my hand.
I must have closed my eyes and moaned and grunted for a second, because when I looked back at the screen, my daughter was still laid back comfortably with her legs spread and pussy gaping open, but her eyes were focused on me. She smiled slyly and said, “so you do like that?”
I smiled back and nodded my head, “you know I do.”
We sat staring at one another in silence for a few seconds. I didn’t really know what to say, then my daughter leaned forward, looked to the side and said, “well, guess who’s awake…” and she started to get up from the bed to clean up; but first, she got on all fours and leaned into the camera really close with her face and kissed the screen and said, “I can’t wait to see you next week, daddy” and she closed our video chat.
I sat in my chair for a few minutes after wiping the sticky mess from my hand and lap area, still stunned at what just happened. It was as unexpected as it was a welcome surprise. Less than an hour prior, I was unsure of how my daughter felt about the last time we were together, what might or might not happen when we meet again on vacation, but now, there was no question – next week should be a very interesting week.

Part 2

I got to the beach on Monday, about lunchtime, picked up the keys to the house I rented for the week, got some groceries and supplies, and a quiet, relaxing two days. It’s now Wednesday morning – my daughter arrived yesterday, late Tuesday afternoon.

It was still early evening when I picked her up from the airport, so we had time to stop for a nice dinner before driving onto the island. We were all hungry and the food was delicious. The little one was well-behaved, or perhaps just tired from travelling. My daughter and I had a nice chat over dinner, mostly about random things. I made a subtle comment while looking at the menu that maybe she’d like to order some oysters; she got the reference and said that she wouldn’t need them. She ordered a glass of wine; I said I’d wait to have a drink since I was driving. Finally, I brought up some things I wanted her to know: I told her that this was her vacation, that she could do whatever she liked whenever she liked, whether it be fun outdoor activities on the island or more intimate activities at the house – it was all up to her…basically, anything and everything she wanted and nothing she didn’t want. I told her I would not initiate any contact, ever, but I would do anything she wanted me to, all she needed to do was tell me (and that, I told her, applies from now into the distant future). We agreed, as we had before, that anything that happens between us is just between us, and no one else’s business. I reiterated and she understood, that I don’t want anything that develops between us to interfere with any of her other relationships, that our closeness was an added dynamic of our father daughter relationship and not intended to replace any romantic interests she has. It was a delicate way to say that any sex we have is just for fun, but that it might help us to know one another better and grow closer was not a bad thing – that my affection for her need not be hidden; I’m her father, afterall; but that physical contact should probably be kept hidden from public view. She agreed with that notion, and said “now we’re both on the same page…” and as she smiled, she glanced side to side and added, “but no one here knows us,” and she leaned over the table and gave me a kiss; and lingering for a moment with her lips close to mine, her hand touched the side of my face, and she spoke softly, “it’s good to see you,” and after pausing a moment, whispered “…daddy.” I could smell the merlot on her breath, so intoxicating. Sitting back down in her seat, she spoke up, eager and cheerful, “Let’s go see this beach house!”
I could feel her excitement as we drove across the long bridge spanning the marshes and onto the island. It was dusk as we pulled away from the restaurant and by the time we pulled into the driveway of the beach house, it was dark outside. I grabbed her bags and she carried her sleeping toddler inside, who had fallen asleep during the drive. After showing her the rooms in the house, I went out onto the deck while she put the little one to bed. She quickly joined me outside – the moon was bright, the waves were crashing – and she leaned against the railing and took in a deep breath, “It’s beautiful!” she said as she took in the view. The moonlight contouring her face mesmerized me, and she noticed me looking at her, so she turned around leaning her back against the railing, “I’d love to wash the day off me.”
“Of course,” I said pointing through the glass sliding door, “the bathroom is right over there, just let me know if you need anything.”
As she walked off, I sat down on the deck taking in the night air, and I had a cigarette while I waited for her to shower. I left the sliding glass door open so I could hear if she wanted anything. A few moments later, as I was leaned back in my chair not really thinking anything at all – I was just completely content and relaxed – my daughter appeared at the threshold of the door.
“So…” she said, to get my attention and I turned toward her. She was standing in the doorway completely nude. Her hair was wet and a few drops of water rested on her shoulders where she had not completely dried with a towel; her right hand was propped on her hip and her left arm was above her head supporting herself along the doorway. The moonlight cascaded across her body as she tiptoed out into the open air. It was as seductive a vision as I had ever seen. She walked over to lean back against the railing, as she did just minutes earlier, but was transformed, somehow – she was radiant, glowing in the moonlight – confident, smiling, beautiful, but aroused, sexually charged, and virile. Looking up at the stars, she mused, “I’ve never been outside naked like this.” And she looked back at me with a cracked smile. “So…” she continued, “I can have anything I want?”
I smiled back at her, nodding slowly, taking in her beautiful body with my eyes. “Anything.” I answered.
She reached out to lightly grab my hand as she began walking back inside, indicating I should follow her. “Come on, then,” and she walked across the living room to the room where I was sleeping, still holding my hand lightly, leading me. She let go of my hand when we reached the end of the bed, and I stopped there to watch her, to let her do whatever she was going to do, and she walked over to the window and pulled the curtains wide open, then to the other window to pull those curtains wide open, her nude body moving gracefully across the room. A pale light filled the room. I don’t know if she wanted to open the room to let in the moonlight or allow a clear view of anyone that might want to look into those windows, but as she sauntered towards me, that curiosity fell away. Neither of us spoke up to this point, but she pressed her body against mine, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a deep passionate kiss. As her tongue swirled around mine, she reached her hand around the back of my head to pull me in to kiss more firmly, and she began to moan as my hands traveled across her breasts, down her body, around her ass. I grabbed her cheeks with both hands pulling her in towards me, then rubbing up her back and around her breasts. She pulled away for a brief second to take a breath, then again brought her lips against mine, her tongue eager to taste mine. A few seconds later, she broke away again, placing her hands on my chest. She sounded “mmm” and leaned her face into my chest to smell my shirt, then she tugged at my shirt so that I took it off. I reached my arms around her to pull our bodies together, to press the bare skin of my chest against her breasts.
Then, she looks up at me and as our eyes meet, she asks me, “…remember that last morning at the hotel?” to which I nodded in the affirmative and mumbled, “mmhmm,” and she turned around and crawled onto the edge of the bed, and situated herself on her knees. With her arms spread out and her head laid down and feet just off the edge of the bed, her ass was pointed up at me. Her puffy little pussy peeked out from her thighs and she brought her hands around to grab her ass cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her pretty little rosebud. I put my hands on top of her hands to spread her cheeks apart and jiggle her ass a bit, and her hands retreated back to lay on the bed on either side of her head. I placed gentle little kisses on her ass cheeks, one side then the other, and in between, and I felt little trembles in her hips. I used my thumbs to spread her labia and I lapped my tongue across her warm moist slit, lingering and swirling it about at her opening, before moving my tongue lightly and breathing heavily between her spread cheeks; and I began to lightly kiss and lick her tight little pink hole. And as my tongue became a little more firm, and I began to lick a little more vigorously, she moaned out, “oh, I’ve waited so long for this…” and she relaxed completely, melting into the bed, as my tongue swirled around her asshole, punching through its opening. With each time I plunged my tongue in her hole, I could feel the walls of her opening relaxing a little more, allowing my tongue to go a little deeper each time. She tasted so good. She was clean, freshly showered, but I could smell her scent, and it was intoxicating, making me feel a little light in the head. My hands were squeezing and rubbing her ass as I kept her cheeks spread apart and I was kissing her little back hole as feverishly as I had kissed her standing up a few minutes earlier. She let out long pleasure moans each time my tongue entered her deeper and deeper.
I wondered if she enjoyed this so much, why didn’t her husband do this for her, why has she waited so long for this; then I wondered if this was something she thought she could count on getting from me, and I was happy give her pleasure in this way, and I was determined to make it worth the wait. I have one of those tongues that raises women’s eyebrows, and I was giving her every bit of it, licking around her little pink hole and plunging into its soft depths. Every so often, I’d pull away to catch my breath and rub my thumb across and around her puckered opening, and as soon as she relaxed enough to push inside, she closed tightly around my thumb, and she’d moan, “Oh” and I’d begin licking her again and her thighs would relax again. I asked her if she wanted to have anal sex, and in between her heavy breathing and moans from my thumb moving in and out of her, she said, “yes, but not right now. I want to work my way up to it, I’ve never done that before,” and after a short pause, she followed up, “but I really want to. Soon.” So, I licked her ass until my jaw became sore, but I wasn’t going to stop until she told me to, so I continued: licking her, and tongue fucking her, and rubbing her asshole with my thumb, and she moaned with pleasure and delight. At some point, she reached her hand under to masturbate herself, and that’s when she became a little more vocal. As she was about to come, I pushed by tongue as deep as I could into her ass, moving it around in circles; and as her fingers were moving furiously beneath my chin, I could feel her soft little back hole tensing and pulsing around my tongue. As she came, her musky scent filled the air and I bent down to lick her fingers and run my tongue around her wet slit and into her, lapping up her wetness filling my mouth with the taste of her.
Alas, her arms and knees gave way and she collapsed onto the bed, moaning out, “oh my god, that was so good,” and she panted a few seconds before flipping over onto her back. I was till on the floor on my knees, in between her legs, which hung off the bed as she lay back. She leaned her head up to look at me; I could see beads of sweat on her forehead; she smiled and chuckled, taking a deep relaxing breath and relaxed her head again for a second before abruptly sitting up to face me, in the process putting her breasts in my face, which I kissed and felt. She held the sides of my face and gave me a deep passionate kiss, tasting me and tasting herself simultaneously; and then, looking into my eyes, she said, “now, it’s your turn,” and she patted the edge of the bed beside her, suggesting I sit beside her, which I did. Then she assumed the position I was in, on her knees on the floor between my legs, and she began to unbuckle and take off my jeans.
My erection had been throbbing inside my jeans since she walked naked out of the shower, but after I had finished eating her ass, I was ready to explode. “This shouldn’t take long” I joked and smiled. She pulled my pants all the way off, tossed them to the side and began rubbing my thighs, back and forth, making my erection bob back and forth. She sat there for a few seconds, just staring at my hard cock, her face only inches away, then she gently grabbed and held my shaft as she moved her tongue slowly upwards and put the tip of me in her mouth, swirling her tongue around and again licking the length of my hard shaft, squeezing it in her hand. I watched as her soft glistening lips enveloped around the head as she put me in her mouth, as her warm tongue glided against my skin. I was trembling, trying to relax, and as she took me deep into her mouth, her hands against my chest gently pushed me to lay back to enjoy myself. Her head began to bob up and down as I leaned back. I tried to prolong it as much as possible, but it wasn’t long at all before I was overcome with a strong climax and began to erupt without warning her, emptying a huge warm load into her mouth as her eyes bulged momentarily. To my surprise, she kept me inside her mouth, sucking harder with her lips tightened, her tongue moving hungrily, as she felt my hips spasm and my cock pulse its contents into her mouth. “Oh my god,” I moaned as she kept sucking until I could take it no longer. She began to slow down, her head still bobbing. I watched her lips take me in and out until, with one last motion, she brought her eyes to meet mine, where she smiled and laughed and opened her mouth, moving her tongue around to show me she had held on to every bit of the warm come that had just filled her mouth. And without warning, she raised up laying her body on top of mine and with her mouth still full, kissed me as deeply as she had when we first walked into this room. She kissed me sloppily and hungrily, and I kissed her back just as vigorously.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she said and laid her head on my chest.

After a few moments, she pushed against my chest to lift herself. She was straddling me, her nipples erect and glowing in the moonlight; I held onto her hips. I could have recovered quickly and had sex right then, but she got up, let out a big stretch and said, “Get some sleep, I’m going to wake you up early” and after a quick visit to the bathroom, she came out wearing a robe and disappeared into what would be her bedroom for the next few days.
I laid back, mind-blown, wondering as I fell asleep, ‘who knew my little girl liked to have her ass eaten as much as I liked doing it? I wonder what other kinks we might share?

Part 3

It was still dark, barely light, when I awoke to the warm, silky sensation of her lips around my cock. She had managed to pull back the sheets and remove my boxers without waking me and to push my legs apart. She was laid between my legs with my member in her mouth, stroking the sensitive underside with her tongue; her eyes were staring into mine when I opened my eyes, and as her lips slowly moved upward and around the tip, she held it firmly in her hand and said, “Good morning,” as her tongue traveled around my balls. With me still firmly in her hand, she climbed on top of me, pushing me inside her. She gasped, as I made a grunting sound, “oh, yes,” and she laid her body down onto mine. Mine hands wrapped around her and I began to move in and out; she was tight, smooth and moist, and I could feel her beginning to loosen around me as she became more wet, and I glided into her a little deeper with each pump. I held onto her breasts as she lifted herself upwards and began grinding her hips, taking me deeper inside her. After a steady rhythm, she picked up the pace as she stretched her body upwards and back, and I began to stimulate her clitoris, she held back her moans, trying to be as quiet as possible. The bed was soft and did not squeak at all, so I could hear the slippery sloshing sound her wet slit made grinding against my skin, taking me in and out of her. I was watching her face, flush and rosy, biting her lip, her eyes closed in ecstasy. All of a sudden, in a panting breath, trying to whisper, “oh my god, I’m about to come” and she pushed her hands into my chest and began bucking her hips faster and faster; she looked at me, and in a heated whisper, “I want you to come inside me,” as she threw her hips back and forth. I was holding myself back as well as possible, but with those words,

She moaned louder, “oh my god, that feels so good,” as she continued grinding me into her., and I could feel her walls flexing around my shaft as I pulsed my warm load into her. I held both my hands on her ass pulling her into me, holding myself inside her, as she relaxed onto my body. Her hole was loose and creamy and her breath warm and heavy on my neck.
She began to kiss me, and then, from across the house came the sound of a waking child. As she lay on top of me still inside her, she said “We can have some together time pretty much whenever he’s sleeping; and since I’ll have to be here, inside, we might as well make the most of it.” She sat up on top of me and rotated her hips a couple of times, and raising her finger to her the corner of her mouth and lifting her eyes deviously, she ponders, “what shall we do during the post-lunch nap?” I slid out from inside her, half-limp and slimy as she slowly lifted herself off me, and she rolled off of the bed, landing on her feet on the floor, then leaned over the bed on her hands, close to my face, and spoke softly, “I want to try anal tonight,” and she turned to walk away, her round bottom bouncing behind her. She has a beautiful ass, and imagining being inside it, being the first to be inside her ass, made me hard all over again.
They’re playing in the sand on the beach right now, about fifty yards away, as I sit on the deck writing this. It’s almost lunchtime now. She looks incredibly sexy in her swimsuit; today should be a good day.