Sheri and Daddy
Copyright© 2025 by Drcock666
Chapter 1: The Cabin Weekend - a Daughter Lost
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Cabin Weekend - a Daughter Lost - This story is a bit different than my normal ones; here we get to hear the story unfold from two different perspectives, mine and my daughter Sheri's. The story is about forbidden lust.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Romantic Fiction Incest Father Daughter Exhibitionism
The sun was already brushing gold across the tops of the pines as I turned the car onto the gravel road leading up to the cabin. It had been a long drive, but no one minded. The windows were down, and the air was cool and clean, crisp in a way that only mountain air can be. The forest was opening up around us like a promise.
Amy sat beside me in the passenger seat, a light scarf wrapped around her head. She reached for my hand and gave it a gentle but firm squeeze. It didn’t need words. That one squeeze said We made it. After everything, the chemo, the fatigue, the nights I stayed up listening to her breathe, this weekend wasn’t just a break. It was a marker. A beginning.
In the backseat, Sheri and her cousin Emma were lost in a world of their own, giggling over the playlist they’d built for the ride. They’d packed snacks, cameras, and more teenage energy than I thought was physically possible.
“This cabin better have hot water,” Sheri said with mock drama, eyes sparkling. “If we’re hiking, I am not smelling like trail mix all weekend.”
I laughed and caught her gaze in the rearview mirror. “It has hot water,” I said. “But no Wi-Fi.”
A low growl came from the backseat.
The cabin came into view, tucked into a quiet hollow at the end of a dirt road. Rustic, weathered in the best way, with a wide wraparound porch and a fireplace, already stacked with firewood. It looked just like it had in the brochure, and I was pleased with my choice.
It was Friday, and Sheri was still in her school uniform. Bad news for me, since she was causing me so much internal turbulence this past year.
In my opinion, her blouse had been a size too small this past year, because her now ample breasts were straining against it, and some days, her nipples poked through the blouse. And her skirt was way too short. In my day, they had to be below the knee. Hers was several inches above it. There was no denying that she looked good in it, but was it what she should be wearing to school? But, damn, she was sexy in her uniform.
This was absurd. At 37, I should’ve mastered the art of emotional control and basic self-preservation. But knowing what I should do and actually doing it were clearly two very different things.
So what could I do about it? Send her back to her previous school, which didn’t have a uniform, or should I tell her, or Amy, the effect it had on me? That was out of the question.
To make things even worse, she’d shortened her skirt, not by an inch or two, but to its absolute limit. I was appalled and excited in equal measures. It left little to the imagination, especially when she was sitting. Her slender legs and girly thighs were there for all to see. I was finding it difficult to take my eyes off them and her tight little ass in that sexy skirt.
When she was unpacking, I looked at her, and she was grinning, and there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. That sent even more blood into my cock. I needed to end this, and quickly, before it got out of hand.
I watched, involuntarily open-mouthed, as her skirt inched upwards. At first, more thigh was displayed. Then I got a glimpse of her panties. That made me gasp. She only stopped when her skirt was around her waist.
I remember some time ago.
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