My Daugther, Taylor

My name is David and my wife’s name is Karen. We have been married for a little over thirty years. We have two children; Jason 31 and Taylor 29. For the last 8 years we have been “empty nesters”. That is until our daughter Taylor decided to divorce her husband of 6 years and move back in with us until the divorce is final. We didn’t see it as a problem because we live in a nice two story home with 4 bedrooms. The master bedroom is on the first floor and the other 3 bedrooms are on the second floor. The one designated as the guest bedroom is the largest with its own private bath. That’s the one we let Taylor move into, because it was originally hers before she got married. The other two bedrooms are smaller and are connected by a common bath. I use one room as my office/computer room. The other is just an extra bedroom. Up until 2 years ago I slept down stairs with Karen, but my snoring got so loud she begged me to start sleeping upstairs so she could get some restful sleep. So I reluctantly moved upstairs to the extra bedroom.

Karen and I had a normal sex life. Either one of us could rollover and initiated sex when the mood struck us. That changed when I moved upstairs. I had to come down stairs when I wanted sex and Karen had to come upstairs when the mood struck her. When my daughter moved back in that all changed. We didn’t want to get caught sneaking back and forth between bedrooms. What we had to do was make our plans in advance and I would stay downstairs for a while after Taylor retired to her room. This made Karen feel like it was a cheap affair. After a few weeks our sexual trysts dropped off altogether. We were both very sexually frustrated.

My daughter’s bedroom is right next to mine and our headboards were against the wall separating the two bedrooms. We were sleeping with our heads approximately a foot or so apart. If either of us moved it was obvious to the other. Some nights, when she thought I was asleep, I would hear the hum of her vibrator, followed often by the motion of her bed as she masturbated. I am certain Taylor wasn’t aware of me knowing what she was doing. I would always lie real still, hoping she would at least think I was asleep. Each time she did this I had the urge to masturbate right along with her, but I knew I couldn’t. I would usually wait until I heard her let out a low moan and quick gasp. I knew that was the signal she had experienced an orgasm. I would wait a while until I thought she might be asleep, and then quietly slip into my bathroom and relive myself manually.

This went on for weeks and I found myself, for the first time ever, looking at my daughter in a sexual way.