Discovering my daughter (My first story)

Becca has been the light of my life since the moment she was born. When I saw that tiny little bundle lying there in her mother’s arms, all wrapped in blankets so that only her chubby pink cheeks, strawberry blonde hair and green eyes the color of emeralds sparkling in the sunlight could be seen, I just knew that the world was perfect and we’d all live happily ever after. Life sometimes has plans different than what we forge, though; my wife and I separated for “irreconcilable differences” (which is just another way to say we refused to compromise anymore on certain things) just after Becca turned 14 and were granted a divorce six months later. My wife decided to move to the next state where she could live with her mother and help her other family members. Becca didn’t want to have to make a choice but when the time came, she chose to stay with me so she could continue on in school with the same friends she’d had since second grade.

Becca has always been a rather well-behaved child who maintained good grades and this had continued on into her teenage years; I almost never had to remind her to take care of her obligations such as homework or chores and even less often actually had to go so far as to punish Becca. I mean, no one’s perfect all of the time, not even daddy’s little girl. But I still gave her plenty of freedom to reflect upon the responsibility she showed every day. As a result, Becca had an active social life, always going to spend the night with this girlfriend or that one coming over for a sleepover out our house. Some parents may have been nervous about sending their teenage daughter over to sleep at the house of a 38-year old single dad, but no one has ever shown any sign to my face and very few invitations have been turned down. Probably because in the two years since the divorce, I’ve only been seen in town with three different women, each sighting separated by enough time to keep me from having a reputation as a womanizer, but mainly because these parents can’t read my mind.

When Karen and I first separated, I was in kind of a mental fog for a couple of months and sex was the farthest thing from my mind. After that point, a couple of Becca’s older friends started to stand out a little more when they’d come stay the night but most were her age which was under the range that I am comfortable fantasizing about. Over the two years since the divorce, I have watched Becca and her friends blossom from beautifully awkward teenagers gamboling about all knees and elbows like a flock of startled flamingos to a group of sensuous, curvaceous gorgeous young women full of life and potential. These flowering beauties have been the result of countless masturbation fantasies!

While I have often masturbated to fantasies about Becca’s friends, I had never allowed myself to think of my daughter that way. I may have been able to maintain the strength to continue that policy if it had not been for two habits of Becca’s that had long been points of contention for us: her desire to sleep naked and her habit of never closing her door unless she was out of the house or had a girlfriend over and they were gossiping. About a month ago, these two habits created a situation that allowed me to see my
daughter naked for the first time since she was four.

I was walking down the hall to wake her up for school when her light came on just before I got to her door. In the glass of the picture hanging across the hall from her room, I could see the reflection of my daughter’s firm, smooth and completely naked teenage body, from her lovely rounded C-cup tits to the patch of fine hair between legs that proved her hair color was from no bottle. As I watched, Becca turned around, stretched as high as she could reach and then bent over to touch her toes, giving me a perfect shot of my daughter’s pussy. The shock of realizing that the patch of hair I saw was nothing more than a landing strip as her smooth labia shown between her legs while she was bent over almost made me cum right on the spot. I had never seen anything so sexy in my entire life. It was with great reluctance that I tore my eyes away from the vision before me and went back to my office on the other side of the house. I did my best to hide the fact that my cock was obviously interested in something until after Becca was out the door to school, then I immediately stripped my clothes off, sat down, closed my eyes and pictured what I had seen that morning: my 16-and-a-half year old daughter bent over exposing her shaved labia while her full young breast jiggled with each movement in spite of their firmness. My hand found my cock and I started stroking my throbbing member until I shot my load across my stomach while imagining Becca bent over in front of me waiting to receive it. I came so hard that one ropey strand reached almost to my chin before splashing down over my chest. I tried for the next week to see her again, but the opportunity didn’t present itself again. That’s ok; my imagination had all it needed to keep me hard as I thought of how hot my Becca had become. It wasn’t long before I started having fantasies about a threesome with Becca and one of her friends. As I work from home, every morning after Becca left for school I would lie back on the couch, cue up a slideshow of teenage girls in the 16- and up range and make myself cum while thinking totally taboo thoughts about what I wanted to do to and with my daughter. I was satisfied with these fantasies staying that and so they would have if it had not been for and incident last week.

At Becca’s high school students in their Junior and Senior years have to complete two projects each year, one a report of some type and the other a community service project. Becca and a few of her friends decided to make their community service project cleaning up a local creek bank that had long been a popular swimming and sunbathing spot but had recently been taken over by litter, weeds and driftwood.