Ever since my wife died I’ve learned to cope with the thought of being alone.  The only thing in this world I care about now is my daughter, Jenny.  Although she was very young when her mother passed, I felt the need to keep her memory alive.  I told her stories about how her mother used to dress, how her life was before and after we were married, and the little things she’d do to always make my day.  My daughter Jenny always loved the stories I told and once in a while ask me if I had any new ones to share with her.  Jenny eventually grew up to be a very lovely young girl.  She was 5’4 with long flowing brunette hair, a nice athletic body since she participates in track, and deep gorgeous hazel eyes, just like her mother’s.  She just started her freshman year of college a few months ago.

    I wasn’t a very rich man, so Jenny was forced to attend college while staying with me in our apartment.  Occasionally she would go hit up a club or two with her friends, but never did she bring home any boys.  I trusted her to make good decisions since she was very mature for her age.  I never once doubted hat she’d be confronted with sex and drugs and such, but I knew she could handle herself when the time came.
    
    Staying single for so long was the most difficult decision I was forced to make for my daughter.  I can tell that she could feel the pain I was going through, but I can’t let my selfish needs interfere with me helping her.  Sometimes my need for sexual attention became unbearable, and I often masturbated to qualm these animalistic urges.  Whenever I do it all sorts of thoughts run through my head, such as my wife, pretty women at work, celebrities, and although I am ashamed to admit it, I’d also have thoughts of my daughter from time to time.

    One day my craving for sex beyond my control; my daughter’s Victoria’s Secret Catalog came in the mail and I fell onto the couch and started to unzip my pants, fumbling through the pictures one by one.  Jenny wouldn’t be home for another hour, so maybe I can get in a few “sessions”, as I like to call it.  I was in the middle of pleasuring myself when I heard a door open in the hallway.  “Dad, the teacher didn’t show up for my afternoon class, we got out early today!” Jenny called.

    As she entered the living room my heart froze.  There I was, pants down on the couch holding my penis and her magazine.  “Oh my god, Jenny!”  I screamed.  She jumped back at the sight as I quickly zipped up my pants.  I dropped the magazine on the floor as I stood up and looked at her face.  To my surprise, it wasn’t a look of disgust, rather, it was a look of curiosity.  “I’m so sorry, Jenny, I thought you weren’t going to be home for a while.”  Jenny then glanced at the magazine, then up to my eyes and exclaimed, “It’s ok, Dad.”

    I was shocked, she wasn’t phased at all by the sight of her father masturbating?  I thought that she’d start crying or something, but the look in those hazel eyes told me that she was being honest.  “I know that you jack-off, I can hear you sometimes on the other side of the wall,” she smirked, “you have nothing to be sorry about, it’s just something you need to do occasionally, right?”  I nodded, still a little embarrassed at the whole situation.  “I know how hard it must be with Mom gone and everything, I’ve always bugged you to get a girlfriend, but you never would.  Is it because of me, Dad?”  I didn’t want her to know the truth, but I was already exposed, so to speak.  “Yea, but it’s only because I wanted to devote my attention fully to you instead of some woman.”

    She knelt down and picked up the magazine, flipping through the book and smiling to herself.  “These girls are quite stunning, I can see why you lost it,” she said.  By then I noticed her hand slowly working it’s way up to her chest.  “Do you always masturbate to attractive women?”  Was she serious?  Was she really teasing me?  “Jenny, where are you getting at?” I questioned.  “Nowhere, I just wanted to know if you liked young and attractive women, is it not just a simple question?”  Again, I nodded, but hesitantly this time and backed up on the couch, trying to digress from the game she was playing with me.

    Jenny sat on the other sofa, still thumbing the pages.  “What do you think about when you do it?”  I stared at her, my cock began to twitch.  “I don’t know how to answer that question, this isn’t a topic that we should be discussing.”  She looked up at me, “well, a better question would be, do you think about me while doing it?”  I started to stutter, “I…uh…”  the words wouldn’t leave my mouth in complete sentences as I tried to explain myself.  My daughter smiled, “the walls are very thin, Dad”

    “I hear you sometimes, calling out my name while you do it.  Do I really turn you on that much?”  She unzipped her jacked and tossed it on the foot rest beside the sofa.  She was wearing tight shirt that showed off her mid-riff which immediately made my cock stiffen.  Was she for real?  I felt a nod escape me, and Jenny started to crawl slowly where I was sitting on her hands and knees.  “Aww, Dad… You do so much for me, and I never get the chance to thank you for all your hard work.”

    She stopped crawling at the base of the couch and looked up at me with those puppy-dog eyes.  I knew she could see my cock throbbing underneath my pants, no use in hiding it now.  But was it so wrong to indulge in my daughter?  She looked so innocent, but yet so delicious at the same time.  The only thing I could do when she started to unzip my pants was stare in awe at her curiosity.  We both knew that it wasn’t the right thing to do, me being her father and all, but I just wanted her so badly I could taste it.  When my pulsing member was staring directly in her face, my daughter glanced up at me and said, “Oh Daddy…”

    She started from the tip, her lips so soft as they wrapped around my cock.  She forced her throat to take as much as she could before she began to gag a little.  At first it was as if she was hypnotized by it, closing her eyes to enjoy the moment, the taste, but then occasionally she would lick from the base all the way to the head while staring deep into my eyes.  She inhaled my cock again and groaned, her voice adding another unique sensation to the whole experience.  She pulled out my penis and began to stroke it gently.  “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” she confessed as she applied my cock to her lips like chap-stick.  She worked her hand up and down it, and I couldn’t help but shiver.  Her grip was so soft yet controlling at the same time.  Her hand felt so warm and silky that I let myself moan slightly.  “I want you inside me, Daddy.” Jenny whispered.

    I laid back onto the sofa as Jenny unzipped her pants.  Her long slender legs slipping out of the jeans very carefully.  Not once did she remove her gaze from me, and I was consumed in the moment at the point.  I knew it was so wrong, but I couldn’t control my actions anymore.  She mounted on top of me and held herself just above the tip of my penis.  Her young pussy was already dripping wet and her juices were flowing down the side of her left thigh.  At first, she went down slowly and I could hear her whimper.  She had a pleased expression when she fully took it in.  Then, pacing herself she worked into a rhythm as she moved up and down the full length of my cock.  She was so warm and wet, and she leaned in to give me the most erotic kiss I’ve ever experienced.  I hesitated at first, but I eventually gave in; her tongue tasted exquisite and I couldn’t help but savor the moment.

    I could hear her moaning slightly as our mouths met, her voice vibrating in my ears.  She pulled herself away and pumped slightly faster and it seemed to love every second of it.  As we progressed she started crying in pure ecstasy, her tears streaming down her face.  I pulled her close, lapping up the tears off her cheak as we passionately kissed again.  I felt myself building to an orgasm, and she could tell I was about to burst.  “I want you to cum inside me,” Jenny murmured.  At first I decided against it, but then I remembered she was on birth control since the age of 14.  I silently accepted and started to thrust to my full potential.  Jenny screamed in delight as our point to orgasms met.  The moment before I finished, I plunged myself deep into my daughter and exploded.  My semen flowing deep from me into her.  We sat there in silence for the next few minutes, breathing heavily and exhausted.  Jenny fell onto my chest and held me tightly, panting and out of breath.  
    
    “That was amazing, Dad,” she breathed on my shoulder.  “Can’t believe you got it after so many years.”  We laughed for a brief second, then I started to feel guilty.  What have I done?  “Jenny… I…”  Hesitating to explain, but she stopped me mid sentence.  “I know what you’re thinking, and don’t worry about it,” she smiled, “don’t regret what you’ve been wanting for the longest time.”  She hopped off me and started to get dressed.  I pulled up my pants and headed toward the kitchen, maybe she was right?  Maybe it wasn’t so wrong to let her treat me every now and then.  Jenny started toward the door and grabbed her coat along the way.  “The girls wanted to hit up the mall since we are out for the day, I’ll be back before curfew though,” I watched her walk out and she stopped.  “Maybe I’ll bring them back to the house after, we could use the company…”  he looked slyly back at me before she left.