Don’t tell your Mom

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS EIGHTEEN OR OLDER

It was Friday and the start of one of those days. Everything that could go wrong did. First of all, my car started acting up on the way to work. A block from the office, the engine started knocking and then went kaput. I called AAA and had it towed to the dealership. The dealership was backed up and wouldn’t be able to work on it until the next week. That left me stuck without a car until Monday. The dealership promised to deliver a loaner car on Monday.

To make matters even worse, I hadn’t had sex in over a month. My wife, Patricia, had gone back to school and earned a law degree. She was now working long hours at the largest Law firm in town, trying to make a junior partnership. We were lucky to see each other coming and going, much less finding time for a relaxed roll in the sack. To say I was a bit horny was an understatement.

When I sat down at my desk, my secretary, Millie, put a cup of coffee in front of me and apologized in advance for the bad news she was about to deliver. I don’t know the name of Millie’s perfume, but one whiff and my cock stiffened. Not from Millie but the sexy aroma and the fact I hadn’t had sex in weeks. Millie is not a particularly attractive woman. However, she does have a pretty face and a beautiful smile, but she is way too heavy to suit my taste.

Millie informed me that two of my biggest clients were threatening to take their business elsewhere. I spent the next three and a half hours on the phone negotiating a new contract. We went back and forth, making offers and counteroffers. I gave it my best effort, but I ended up giving away more than I usually do. Normally I am a very tough negotiator, but since being caught off guard, the contract wasn’t as lucrative for us as in the past. At least I was again able to retain the client’s multimillion-dollar business.

After I wrapped up the deal, I had a splitting headache and needed to go home. It was just after lunch, and since my car was in the shop, I had to beg a ride home with a colleague. The solitude of my home was just what I needed. My daughter, Sally, was at school and my wife wouldn’t get home until after six o’clock or possibly later. I took a potent pain killer that my doctor had given me months ago for an injured back. It was probably a stronger pain killer than I needed, but I gulped it down with a swallow of water and crashed on the den sofa.

I don’t know how long I was out when I heard the backdoor slam, followed by the sound of soft footsteps scurrying down the hallway toward Sally’s bedroom. She dropped her book bag with a loud thump. I assumed it was around six o’clock because Sally had cheerleader practice Friday afternoons and usually got home about six. Next, I heard the shower running in her bathroom. I wanted to get up and let her know I was home, but I was groggy from the pain pill. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

I awakened sometime later and had no idea how long it had been since Sally arrived home. I went into the kitchen and drank a large glass of water, and then noticed the clock over the stove indicated it was only three-thirty. She must’ve skipped cheerleader practice for some reason. I shuffled down the hall you greet my daughter and find out why she was home so early. As I neared Sally’s bedroom door, I thought I heard a moan. My first thought was she might have fallen in the shower and injured herself. The next sounds stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Oh my God, Daddy, that feels so fucking good.”

That couldn’t be coming from my daughter’s bedroom, I thought. I stopped and listened for a second, then I heard.

“Fuck yes, Daddy! Keep your tongue right there. Oh yes, yes, yes, keep doing what you’re doing. I’m gonna cum soon.”

I was shocked! No, I was more than shocked to learn that my little girl, my sweet innocent little girl was watching porn on her computer. I didn’t know if I should interrupt her or just let it go. I didn’t want to embarrass her, but sooner or later she is going to find out I was at home. It could trouble her more, wondering if I was aware of what she had been doing. I took a deep breath and stepped into Sally’s bedroom.

“Oh shit,” I almost screamed. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle any sounds as I stood frozen, ogling my naked daughter’s body. I was very horny and extremely aroused. I was disgusted with myself yet turned on at the same time. Still, I’m her Dad, and I shouldn’t continue looking at my daughter, but I was enjoying what I saw far too much. I needed to allow Sally her privacy and relieve my throbbing cock in privacy. Still, despite that, I stayed frozen where I was, gawking at my naked daughter.

Sally was lying in the middle of her bed completely nude, and her long blond hair unfurled, forming a halo around her head.