The only light in the room was from the flickering screen on the wall-mounted television at the opposite end of the bed. There was a beautiful woman, naked, on her knees, giving a well-developed man a job. I was slow fingering my semi-hard, not masturbating, but amusing myself as the porn scene ran. The woman stood into a hot fucking clutch and kiss with the guy’s hard-on between her legs. As he rammed his cock into her, I shifted my eyes from the TV to my bedroom door, something had caught my peripheral vision.

She was in the shadow, standing against the wall opposite the open door. I could barely make out her form in the dark but I recognized my daughter. I almost blurted out in surprise, but pretending that I hadn’t seen her I turned off the TV then rolled away from the door to my side and settled into the pillow. I wasn’t about to ask how long Hannah had been standing, watching porn.

I couldn’t sleep, the image of the girl in the hall wouldn’t leave my head. How long, how many times had she stood in the hall and watched my porn clips? Hannah is my adopted daughter; she came to me and my wife as a foster child when she was barely a toddler. Two years after she arrived, we adopted Hannah. Five years after that, my wife passed away. Hannah and I had been with no womanly influence for eight years. For the first time in a very long time, I needed a woman in the house. It was time someone talked to the girl about the facts of life and I was sure I didn’t want to do it. However, it was her covertly watching porn that gave me the impetus to covertly groom the girl for her intimate future.

I didn’t know how to approach the girl, or even if I should. I mean, it would probably embarrass the shit out of her if I told her I knew her secret. I didn’t want to alienate her, shame her, so I kept my mouth shut, but soon began to dial in to clips that might influence the direction of her thinking. I didn’t start a conversation about sex; I continued to let her watch pornography.

I had favorites, but I liked to explore too. If Hannah made a habit of watching my porn, she was being exposed to some basic moves, raw, natural, fucking, and sucking. I wasn’t in to heavy shit, pain, bonds, or forcing, but every site I liked proclaimed in Russian that the models were all 18 or older. Not likely, some of them underground girls didn’t look any older than Hannah. I’m not partial to MILF, I can get that at the sports bar.

I didn’t every night, I’m a weekend adventurer, so her being up late on school nights wasn’t a problem. She didn’t show up for every sexual exposition I put on the screen either, but often enough to be exposed to several erotic practices and situations. It wasn’t long before I was screening specific sexual trends or acts when I knew Hannah was watching. Occasionally I would slip in some young and old, or family friendliness then enjoy a semi-blue while thinking about the young woman standing in the hall.

After some weeks of letting my daughter secretly watch porn, I decided it was time to let her know I knew. I found a clip of a modern Adonis making out with an eternal Venus and set it up then slipped from my room. I gave Hannah time to sneak to her spot to watch the fucking and sucking, she didn’t know I wasn’t in bed.

I came up behind her, she was standing in her favorite place, she had a full view of my TV but was still not in view of anyone on the bed, me for example. Hannah was so focused on the clip she didn’t sense or see me come up. She had her right hand between her legs; she was fingering herself as the guy on TV licked a girl’s pussy while probing her ass with a thumb. My prick began to bounce and drool.