Realistically, it could be called the most traumatic episode in each of their lives.
D'Anelo Cruz came home from work a few hours earlier than usual.
His 15-year-old daughter Maria was at home alone, after school, in her bed. She had begun her daily masturbating routine when her father walked in the front door. Her mind was concentrating on her body and she never heard him enter the house.
By the time that her father had reached the top of the stairs and was standing outside of her bedroom door, Maria's mind was in total disarray and her fingers were pushing her into a sexual pleasure zone. D'Anelo heard strange noises from behind her door and almost as an act of protection for his daughter he entered into her room.
Maria's room wasn't that big so that when he entered he was immediately confronted with the foot of the bed. He stopped. He looked down, in complete shock, at his daughter. She was lying on her back, completely naked, and while her right hand worked between her spread legs, her left hand was squeezing at the nipple of her well-formed breast. Her eyes were tightly closed and guttural sounds were coming from deep down within the child's throat.
At first D.A. was too dumbfounded to react. Then, when he came to his senses, he was still too fascinated to put a stop to her actions. He couldn't help himself. His eyes were racing from his daughter's hand on her pussy to her hand that was rubbing her breast to her quivering lips; and then back down again.
Unable to control his body's reactions he realized that his cock had become fully enlarged within his jeans.
As Maria felt her climax nearing, she happened to open her eyes. Suddenly, her whole body tensed and her hands froze in place as she realized that her father was standing at the foot of her bed, looking down at her. Their eyes finally met and then held a grip on each other's.
Both father and daughter were in a state of quiet panic, albeit not for the same reason. Maria was ashamed that her father had caught her and she was afraid of what he was going to do about it. D.A. was in a panic because of his own reaction. He couldn't believe that he was actually hot from watching his own child masturbate. He was even more upset with himself that he had not been able to take his eyes away from the young girl's body.
Over the years, he had seen her in various stages of undress at all ages and he had never taken any undue notice. As recently as six months ago, when she was completely undressed and trying on a new dress for her mother, he had walked in on them and never even flinched. He just apologized and walked back out; never even thinking of his daughter as a female. She had been just his daughter.
This was different. Perhaps it was what she was doing to herself that caused his arousal or perhaps it was her body's wanton reaction to her driving fingers. Whatever the case was, the fact was that D.A. had been turned on by his own daughter. Their eyes continued to hold and both could see the fear written on each other's face.
Maria lay motionless while the scene unfolded. She saw her father's eyes leave hers and she watched them move slowly over her body. She was tensed and her breathing was uneven as she saw his gaze linger at her chest, moving from one breast to the other, before moving down to her crotch, where her hand was still frozen in place.
She watched her father take a deep breath and soon his eyes seemed to be transfixed on her pussy area. Maria didn't try to analyze it; however, she felt a strange feeling in her body upon seeing her father's eyes absorbing the nakedness of her body. She sensed a look of guilt on his face.
Then, to Maria's total surprise, her father lowered his eyes, turned, and left the room without uttering a word, closing the door behind him on the way out. She quickly jumped up from the bed and got dressed. All of her passion had dissipated from this encounter.
She was beside herself with apprehension. What was he going to do to her? Would he beat her? Throw her out of the house? Tell her mother, who might be the worst of the two to deal with? All of these things and maybe more? Maria knew that she would have to confront him, to apologize and to try to explain.
D.A., as friends called him, was down in the living room trying to relax and to let his nerves calm down. His hands were still shaking. His hard-on had at last begun to subside. He was chastising himself for his reaction. At first, he was angry with his daughter. After thinking further about it, he knew that most kids her age did that. There wasn't any real reason to punish her. What was worse was his own reaction at the sight of his daughter's body.
"Dad?" Sitting on the couch, he heard his daughter's voice. He looked up at her standing there in front of him. "Can ... Can we talk... ?" she asked softly.
He motioned her to the other end of the couch. "Sit here."
The 15-year-old girl sat down uneasily and, after a few moments, she got up the courage to speak. "I ... I'm sorry ... I ... I won't do it again ... I..." She was stammering.
D.A. cut her short, "Don't even say it, Maria. It's not true, so don't say it. You will do it again!"
"No ... I ... I promise you ... I..."
Again, he cut her off. "Stop hon. You ... er ... you don't have to apologize or say you're not gonna do it again because you will. Because that's what kids your age do."
His daughter was silent. This wasn't a comment that she expected to hear from her father. When was the shoe about to drop?
D.A. continued speaking, almost absent-mindedly, "You're 15, sweetheart. I can't expect you to, er, be perfect. You'll do it again ... because you're human. Girls do those things. I know that. Boys do too. You can't help it. I understand, baby."
Maria was flabbergasted. She had expected that he would go wild, but even if he didn't, her mother would. Seeing that her father was being a realist, she began to hope that maybe she could talk him out of telling her mother. Finally she spoke.
"What, er, I er what about Mama?" she asked, softly.
D.A. sensed his daughter's fear and wanted to ease her mind. After all, what she did was perfectly normal. It was he that should have felt ashamed.
"It's okay hon. Don't worry about it. I promise. It's okay. I'm not gonna tell her."
"Y-you ... you sure?"
"I promise. But you better make sure that you don't say anything to her either because then she'll be mad at me for not telling her."
Maria felt the tremendous sudden pressure of apprehension slowly ease up in her. "Thanks, Dad," she said, genuinely relieved. "And I'm ... serious ... I ... I'll try not to do it again. It's wrong. I know."
D.A. stared silently at his daughter. She was so innocent. He felt his shame return. "No, honey. It's not wrong. Maybe we've taught you that it's wrong but it's not. It's something we've all done and many of us still do. Just ... er don't ... do anything worse. But believe me, you don't have anything to be sorry for..."
Maria was about to say something when her father added, " ... not like me," almost in a whisper. She looked at him and saw the shame in his face but didn't understand what he was talking about or why he said what he did.
She stood up, and as she started to leave, she said, "Thanks, Dad."
"Okay hon ... And Maria?" he called softly to her. "I'm er, I'm sorry, honey."
She stopped at the door and looked back at him for a long moment, and then she asked inquisitively, "For what?"
"For looking at you. I er, I shouldn't have, baby. I'm sorry."
She stood silently, looking back at her father. He looked so sad. She remembered how his eyes had devoured her while she had been masturbating. Slowly, she walked back and stood in front of him as he sat on the couch. She looked down into his saddened eyes.
"And you have nothing -- you couldn't help it Dad. What could you... ? You don't have anything to be sorry for, you had no choice. I was the one who..."
"No sweetums," he said, softly. "I'm - I was wrong. I-I could have, I should have ... Forget it. It's just -- I'm sorry, that's all. I shouldn't have looked and I ... I couldn't help myself. I-I ... Aw, forget it, Maria."
She wasn't sure why he was apologizing. After all, it was she that had been naked, he didn't do anything. About the only thing that he did was look at her. Then she remembered. Yes, he had looked at her -- really looked. She now recalled the look on his face when he found her masturbating. Thinking back, she wondered if that look was what she now thought that it might have been, a look of lust?
Reality began to slowly sink into Maria's brain as she looked down at him sitting on the couch with his eyes on the floor. He was probably ashamed because -- he had enjoyed looking at her??? The youngster felt a sudden flush moving through her body. She quickly turned and left the room, her mind a mumbo-jumbo of unanswered thoughts.
When his wife came home, D.A. gave her the news. He had been laid-off from work. That was the dominant theme of the conversation for the family that night. No mention of the day's incident occurred.
Later that night when Maria went to bed, her mind replayed the afternoon's episode, recalling more and more, her father's reaction. She now realized that he had gotten aroused and the thought both frightened her and intrigued her.
D'Anelo tossed about for most of the night. His wife thought that he was restless because he had lost his job, but the truth was that he kept remembering the hot look on his daughter's face and the exciting look of flesh upon her young body.
.... There is more of this story ...