Wanting my daughter

I have to say that this wasn’t my fault. At least it wasn’t all my fault. This all started when my wife left me and our young daughter, Molly, for some younger guy with more money. She said she needed someone to pay attention to her and her needs more, the selfish bitch. I guess my working and putting a roof over her head and food in the fridge wasn’t the right kind of attention. And god knows our daughter’s only purpose in life is to steal personal time from her. Bitch.

Anyway, I figured now I had to be mom and dad to Molly. I was going to do the best I could and someday she would see how good I had tried to do and she’d agree with me that her mother was a heartless, selfish whore. But I’m not bitter or anything, just realistic.

I tried to be her mom and dad the only way I knew how, by being honest about everything. I talked to her like an adult, not tried to smooth everything over with make-believe. I wasn’t going to hand her a book at 14 and tell her to read about sex while I got red-faced and left the room like my parents did. Once I started to notice the signs, I sat her down and had a heart to heart with her. I knew what to look for. As soon as 15 year old girls start to giggle at the word “hump” or when the word “penis” pops up in conversations (“its a proper word isn’t it?”) I knew it was time. I didn’t want her to learn about stuff from some 60 year old hag at school, teaching Sex Ed out of a 60 year old textbook. Or worse yet, rumors from her friends or lies from boys.

I also noticed things about her body that told me it was time. If I was noticing them, other guys were. For instance, one night I sat on the couch absently trying to read the newspaper while Molly laid on her stomach on the floor in front of me watching TV. She wore her long t-shirt she used to sleep in and her legs were bare. Having already taught her about shaving her legs, I admired them for a few minutes. Long and muscular she reminded me more of myself then her short, fat mother. She had a nice figure to, perfect little hourglass form. I admired her hips and the curve of her butt for a moment. Then she did something that had my attention riveted. She lifted her legs bending at the knee, so the soles of her bare feet pointed at me. I never was much of a foot man myself, I always liked a nice ass, but I couldn’t help staring and noticing how perfect her feet were. They were pink and well formed, not callused like her mother’s. When she curled her toes I had the urge to suck on those toes fresh from the shower. I had to tear my eyes away and try to concentrate on the paper. I don’t think she noticed, especially when she got up soon after and kissed me goodnight. I used the paper to help the bulge in my lap.

I felt bad for looking after that and I tried not to. I told myself it was wrong, but then there were times when I told myself it was human nature. I hadn’t had sex for quite a while, just jerking it to a porno or pics on the net, and so it was natural to have desires. I guess I was trying to make myself feel less guilty. I think it helped. All I knew was that as long as I looked and didn’t act on it, what was the harm?

Another time, after she turned 16, I came home from work to find Molly at the sink washing up the dishes. Again I couldn’t help notice her long bare legs in the shorts she was wearing, but this time it was also her long, naked arms and hands. As she finished, and I tried to cover my staring by making small talk, I noticed she had perfect little hands. Long, well formed and tapered fingers that ended in delicate and perfect length nails. She didn’t wear any polish and frankly that’s the way I liked it. Her mother never went a day without nail polish. Even when she took off one color to put on another her nails were stained yellow from constant polish.

This time I let my looking slip. She came to me sitting at the kitchen table, drying her hands.

“You have very pretty hands, Molly.” I said taking one in mine for a closer look.

She held them there and didn’t back away like I thought she might. “Thanks, daddy.” was all she said with a smile. “I think I’ll go over to Karen’s for a while. She invited me over now that they got their pool opened up. Is that ok?”

My heart skipped a beat.