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Daddy’s Seduction, © 2016, by Lily Weidner
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Cover by Morgaine Wrightman
All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
Darlene knew better than to spy on her father. But, she simply couldn’t help herself.
The voyeuristic curiosity, while overwhelming, had never sat well with her. After all, at the age of eighteen, she knew better.
She could remember the first time her father’s alluring sounds had drifted into her room. God, those sounds had awakened a rush of hormones. The urge had turned animalistic as her body longed to feel a man’s possession. No, not just any man, Darlene wanted her father. The desire for him was immoral, but that hadn’t stopped the thoughts from that point onward.
After hearing such arousing sounds, Darlene had been unable to help her sinful curiosity. When she could no longer stand the raging fire, Darlene pried into her father’s privacy. Even then, admitting her depraved yearning was difficult at best.
Still, Darlene loved taking in the sight of her father’s naked body.
Try as she might to deny her feelings, Darlene had no choice but to accept her body’s response. Acceptance may have brought a semblance of peace for some, but for her, there was little in the way of comfort. The only true moments of peace Darlene felt were those she spent watching her father shower. In fact, she had started to crave the heightened flame he unknowingly stoked in her each evening. What had started as a way to calm her body’s yearning now created its own form of torment. Seeing her father’s exposed body made the special crevice between her legs outright ache. Nothing could sate her taboo fire, nothing. At least, nothing Darlene would ever admit to wanting.
Spying on her father didn’t make Darlene feel the least bit guilty. Her father often left the bathroom door ajar. If he didn’t want her watching, then he should have ensured the door closed. At least, that’s what she said to convince herself.
What her father did in the shower rarely changed. The way he touched himself though, drove Darlene to seek the pleasure of watching him often.
Darlene barely knew what kinks lay hidden at the heart of her sexual nature. Despite her actions, she had never before displayed such a disregard for societal norms. The enjoyment Darlene received in observing her father’s private moments, left her vulnerable. With her body so out of control, Darlene didn’t know quite what to make of her blossoming sexuality. As much as she tried to fight it, she still returned to watch her father every evening.
Peering into the bathroom, Darlene already knew what she would see. Still, there was a slight hitch in her breathing. Her father was quite the sight, though she already knew that. Darlene couldn’t help the way her eyes lingered, as they always did, on her father’s tall frame.
With a hot blush working its way across her face, Darlene felt a pang of arousal building between her legs. The sight of her father naked without a hint of shame made her pussy wet. Her father was handsome. Darlene found the thick locks of black hair framing his brown eyes beautiful. In fact, she considered them the most attractive trait he possessed. In the shower, if she looked close enough, her father’s eyes even seemed to resemble a rich honey color. Did he taste like honey, she couldn’t help but wonder. Watching her father grab a bottle of body wash, Darlene licked her lips.
Her father didn’t always masturbate in the shower. But, after her mother had left them alone, he did so with ever growing frequency. The first time he had gotten himself off, Darlene hadn’t known how to react. Now though, as her father opened the bottle of soap, she hoped to see him do so again. Darlene watched in delight as he began lathering up his broad chest and shoulders. With her father’s tanned skin glistening, she ran a firm hand across the fabric of her nightgown. Even this light touch stimulated her supple breasts causing her nipples to harden. Moments like this, the ones filled with temptation were what left her craving more.
As his hands ran downward, Darlene pictured her hands in the place of his. She already knew how her father liked to be touched. The intimate knowledge brought an accompanying urge to have this reaffirmed and proven true. Fingers slick and softened with a thin layer of soap, Darlene watched as her father took hold of his cock. She loved the way her father grabbed his thick length with such self-assuredness. From her vantage point, Darlene heard a moan escape her father’s mouth. If there was a more arousing sound, Darlene had never heard one. Stifling her own whimper of burning need, she now knew her father’s intentions. Tonight, he would get himself off.
Darlene enjoyed the way her father seemed to be teasing himself in an almost playful manner. His cock wasn’t erect yet, but that didn’t concern her in the least. The way he tugged a few times on his shaft, she knew, would make him harden.
What did her father envision as he touched himself like this, she wanted to know. In the dark hallway, Darlene’s fingers wandered underneath her nightgown. Slowly, she ran her fingers across the moistened entrance of her pussy. Nothing made her tight sex as hot as it was now. Darlene needed this as much as he did. Though, calming their fire together would remain her little secret. The lips of her pussy were swollen. Soaked with natural lubrication, her fingers slid easily along the engorged lips. Still, Darlene refused to penetrate the delicate orifice of her body. She would wait, at least try to, until her father pried the indecent act from her.
The sight of her father stroking his hardening shaft mesmerized her. Darlene had heard men did this, but, the act had been called unclean and filthy. There was nothing dirty about the way her father made his cock grow longer. Nibbling on her lower lip, Darlene caught a slight whiff of her father’s soap. Such a sweet smell contrasted her father’s natural and musky odor. Which of the two she preferred Darlene still didn’t know. Breathing in his masculine scent, she watched his nimble fingers travel downward. In reaction, Darlene teased the outer rim of her virgin cunt. With the tips of her fingers drifting up to her clit, she heard a sharp intake of breath. On her father’s face, Darlene noticed a look of all out pleasure in his expression. Tonight, the way he touched himself, seemed different. Did he know she was spying on him? The thought struck her as ridiculous. If her father knew, he wouldn’t allow it.
Her father’s hands cupped his balls, massaging them in a way that Darlene longed to do herself. His touch seemed rough, firm, but she had discovered otherwise. The pressure he used to manipulate himself was faint, like the way she liked her clit caressed. Gasping, Darlene felt an overwhelming urge to stimulate her pulsing mound. Sensitive nerve endings flooded her with sensation, as her head tilted back. The moans of her father beckoned her eyes back to him.
Envisioning herself on her knees, Darlene noticed her father lean forward. His forehead was now buried into his arm, which rested against the wall. He looked so determined, so intent in his pursuit of pleasure. As her eyes wandered down the length of her father’s arm, she noticed a jolt of pleasure course through her. Her father’s cock had grown to its full length. Would her mouth even wrap around the sheer girth of it? Darlene hadn’t been concerned about such a detail before. But now, well now her mouth salivated at the thought of struggling to accommodate him. As immoral as the fantasy was, Darlene wanted her father’s cock buried down her throat. Just the mere thought of gagging on his thick length made her tremble.
She couldn’t penetrate herself though, at least, not yet. Not when her father wasn’t close to orgasm himself. Desperate for some stimulation, Darlene rubbed against her palm. Intent on climaxing in time with her father, she studied his movements.
Soaking in the hot water of the shower, her father worked his fingers up and down the length of his shaft. As he stroked, the repeated gesture seemed routine. Almost, as if he continued the action without thought. Darlene had watched her father long enough to know better than that. Never had her father let his pent up desire get the best of him. Each pump of his hand had a deliberate purpose, pushing her father closer to an already thin edge. What had made her father deviate from his usual routine? If Darlene only knew, well, perhaps then her father might welcome her maturing body into his bed. The thought was just a fleeting fantasy, but still, her pussy felt aflame.
Darlene noticed the way her pussy tightened and relaxed. Increasing the speed in which she rubbed her demanding pussy, she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. Her father was close, so very close to climaxing.
Trembling from her hot arousal, she let out the subtlest of whimpers.
Even though her father couldn’t have heard the outburst, he thrust then without restraint. This time, Darlene allowed her fingers to travel deep within the crevice of her pussy. Penetrated by the girth of her slender fingers, she now bucked her hips craving more. Her fingers failed to live up to the possible satisfaction of her father’s thick cock. Darlene needed her father in that moment. Only he could spread her pussy in the way she yearned to experience in her adolescent fever of passion. Though, for the time being, she made do. With her palm slick as her pussy’s fluids ran down her hand, Darlene knew they were both close. Now, nothing was left in their heightened desire expect satisfaction.
Whether or not she cued off her father’s arousal or her own, Darlene brought herself to the edge of climax. Now, she failed to hold herself back any longer. The tension within her body gave out, as she watched ropes of cum spill from her father’s cock.
Darlene watched spurt after spurt of her father’s semen coat the shower wall. If she were honest, Darlene would have admitted to wanting his cum inside her fertile cunt. The fantasy had been there since she first glimpsed the white fluid her father was able to produce. She never had so much as tasted a man’s fluids, but her curiosity knew no bounds. Images flooded her mind, as her orgasm shot through her. This was the one source of satisfaction she’d come to know. With her pussy convulsing around her fingers, Darlene could no longer control her impulses. All at once, she wanted her father’s cum inside her pussy. At the very least, she wanted his cum to warm her skin. The stain would be his way of marking her, she thought. Darlene felt a sudden flood running down her legs. Since when did she produce this much cum? Left with a pool at her feet, she hurried back to her room.
Never before had she reacted so strongly to the thought of her father’s cum inside her. Sure, she’d indulged the thought, but this, this was unheard of. Suddenly Darlene was too spent to care about the pool she’d left behind outside the bathroom door. Her father wouldn’t notice, after all, what would give him reason to? As she climbed into bed, Darlene found her thoughts lingering on the idea of her father knowing. Would their relationship be made worse by the immoral disclosure? Darlene refused to admit an answer to that question. Still, what had her father been so worked up about tonight in the shower? She had to know.
Logan stepped out of the shower, quick to grab the towel hanging nearby. There had been the temptation to linger in the warm water a bit longer, but he saw no need. His daughter had vanished after they’d orgasmed within seconds of each other. What had gotten into his sweet little girl?
This had been the first time he’d spotted her. Upon first glance, Logan had been confused by his daughter’s prying eyes. He had given her the benefit of the doubt, figured she’d needed him for one thing or another. But this, this was much more than an innocent happenstance. The way his daughter had stayed concealed, touched herself, made the issue clear. Darlene had been spying on him for quite some time. Why though, had he responded by jerking off? Logan wasn’t the kind of man that enjoyed such perversion, at least not anymore. While he liked his sex rough and adventurous, no one would ever think him depraved. What his daughter had brought him to though required an unprecedented admission of guilt. Logan had enjoyed his daughter’s interest filled gaze.
Wrapping the towel tight around his waist, he stepped out into the hall. Echoes of a sudden mild sloshing at his feet brought his attention downward. There, on the carpet, was a dark stain. Logan sighed. Had this been why his daughter had rushed off? He bent down, coating his fingers in some of the moisture. Bringing the pungent fluid to his nose, Logan licked the drops of his daughter’s arousal.
Suddenly, everything felt out of control.
With his towel secured, Logan headed in the direction of his daughter’s bedroom. Thankfully her room was closer than his. This meant his presence wouldn’t cause even the slightest hint of suspicion. The taste of his daughter’s cum lingered on his tongue making him want more.
Logan couldn’t recall the last time he’d savored the luscious flavor of a woman. Ever since his life had been turned upside down, he had focused his attention on raising Darlene. There had been no time for dates, no occasional hookups. Logan didn’t like mingling with strangers anyway. New people somehow always brought with them the same age old questions. Quite frankly, Logan had never learned the art of casual conversation. To answer those invasive inquiries wasn’t something he was prepared to do now. Knowing Darlene had taken an interest in him on her own though, brought his dirty secrets to the surface. How could he tell her? After eighteen years, how was he supposed to tell his daughter the truth?
Peering into her bedroom, Logan smiled. She had fallen asleep, dressed in the sheer nightgown he had bought for her. What had possessed him to buy her such a mature outfit? At the time, he had dismissed the gift as a mere necessity. Studying his daughter, Logan wondered if there hadn’t been a bit of personal pleasure in his gift. Of course, Darlene had fallen in love with the nightgown in either case. She now wore it all the time, had his daughter done so just for him?
The gown, such an elegant bedtime outfit, made his daughter all the more alluring. She had always had this certain appeal to her. On many occasions, Logan saw hints of his sister in her. Strawberry blonde curls coated his daughter’s pillow. The sight of them caused a tug of agony within his chest. He wanted to bury his face in those soft inviting curls. Longed to feel a woman’s warmth pressed to his. As he stood outside the doorway, he found himself catching a hint of his daughter’s shampoo. No, that scent was no longer her shampoo. Darlene had taken up wearing perfume recently, though she chose the subtlest of fragrances. Honey, the scent had reminded him of honey mixed with lemon. Would his daughter taste as refreshing as a burst of citrus on his tongue? He couldn’t help but wonder.
With his daughter dreaming, Logan took his time observing her. Even with his daughter’s eyes closed, he could still envision her smoldering gaze. Such a deep shade of green had never been a prevalent trait in his family. He loved staring into the emerald gems of his daughter. Lately though, when he looked into her eyes, she blushed.
Why did his daughter have such obvious feelings for him? Simply knowing his daughter felt such things was too much. Darlene had never stated her desire to him in words. At her age though, Logan doubted his daughter would know how to do so. God, his daughter had seemed so young before now. Convincing himself his little girl was still inexperienced in her youth was quite impossible. Sweet and innocent little girls did not masturbate while watching their father shower. A reluctant groan left Logan’s mouth at such a thought. Stating what had happened in blatant terms made the whole situation much more vulgar. Logan found the vulgarity arousing. Curious as to the woman his daughter had blossomed into, he studied her sleeping soundly. Crossing the line with his daughter had already become quite a tempting prospect.
A sudden pulsing of desire brought Logan’s gaze lower. His eyes lingered on his daughter’s thighs. Darlene had always slept on her side, and yet, he still caught a glimpse of what he needed to see. There, on his daughter’s thighs, was the drying stain of her earlier pleasure. Logan could have easily licked the sweet nectar off her body. The act was a vile thing to yearn for, but he felt no shame in the brief thought.
The sight of his daughter’s wet pussy caused Logan’s body to stir. He wanted to join her in bed. While he told himself they would only cuddle, perhaps touch, he knew better. A father did not crawl into his daughter’s bed. Darlene though, had unknowingly offered him a warmth he desperately needed.
Logan let his eyes travel to that special crevice between his daughter’s legs. His daughter had a beautiful cunt. Try as he might to deny wanting his thick cock buried inside her wet folds, the desire ran rampant. Stirred to the initial stages of arousal, Logan felt his shaft hardening. Suddenly the towel around his waist felt less forgiving. Light and stimulating the fabric only brought out more of his primal hunger. Hadn’t he just gotten himself off minutes ago? This kind of rapid response hadn’t happened since his younger days. With his cock straining against the towel, Logan knew he would once again have to take care of things.
Dropping the offending fabric, Logan leaned against his daughter’s door-frame. His bedroom offered privacy, and yet, he stayed watching his daughter. Darlene resembled an attraction of prior years. Perhaps that was why Logan couldn’t bring himself to leave, even as she stirred. As his fingers wrapped around his aching cock, Logan noticed his daughter sitting up in her bed.
Those luscious locks of reddish blonde hair framed Darlene’s face. Overall, the curls made her appear angelic. Innocent, in a way Logan wanted to believe his daughter capable. Any sense of virtue he clung to regarding his daughter soon vanished. Darlene scooted toward the edge of the bed. Then, she spread her legs wide displaying her moist pussy to his prying eyes. Did she know? Could a part of her feminine nature sense him watching her in the shadows of the hallway? A fleeting thought and Logan hoped his daughter might.
A moan drifted to him from across the room. His daughter’s first cry of pleasure was entrancingly sweet to his ears. Logan had always enjoyed watching a woman masturbate. Each caressing gesture conveyed a sense of newfound exploration. It was as if his daughter didn’t know her own body. How wrong he knew himself to be. As he fondled his now heavy balls, he observed his daughter’s fingers drift up her inner thigh. Without hesitating, Darlene played with the layer of arousal coating her pussy's outer lips. Even from the doorway, Logan could tell his daughter was wet. Had he sparked this arousal in her? Watching him shower must have aroused her, as she sought release again. Gazing at his daughter, Logan stroked his cock in reaction.
This moment of taboo pleasure was what he would use to confront Darlene’s inner most craving. Whatever guilt and shame she felt from her sexual attraction to him, he intended to irradiate it at once. Seeing his virginal daughter seek the release of her nimble fingers, Logan moaned.
The way his daughter sunk the length of her fingers inside her made him writhe in anticipation. There was no hint of shame in his daughter’s actions. None. In the privacy of her bedroom though, Logan suspected this carefree attitude was easy. Still, he loved watching a woman touch herself unabashed. When his daughter ground her hips against her fingers, he tried to pace himself with her.