My Daughter Caught Me
Copyright© 2008 by DaddyOhh
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Richard's daughter Taylor comes home from school and catches him on the computer in his office, in a chat room, masturbating. She gives him surprising instructions on what she wants him to do next. He then "accidentally "reveals the incident to his wife which brings another surprise. Taylor clearly has an agenda after catching Daddy one more time. She tries to use Daddy's behavior to her advantage, but Daddy turns out to have a few cards up his own sleeve.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Coercion BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Mother Father Daughter Masturbation Cream Pie Voyeurism
I should have known too much time had gone by and that someone would soon be home. nevertheless, I lingered a while longer in my favorite chat room, exchanging pics of schoolgirls and daddy's sluts and the like. As usual, my pants were at my ankles and each of my hands regularly switched back and forth between typing and stroking my very hard cock.
I was so engrossed that I didn't hear that someone had come home. Nor did I hear that someone was coming down the stairs. The first notion I had that I was about to be caught was when I heard the doorknob to my basement office door begin to move. Startled beyond belief, I reached for my pants to pull them up as quickly as I could. But, I missed. I stood up, my hard-on sticking straight out. But my pants stayed on the floor, as my daughter Taylor entered my office.
We stood facing each other for what seemed like a lifetime. She looked from my face, to the images on the computer screen, to my huge erection and she just stared. The most ironic part was that when she walked in, I had been involved in a great cyber chat and I had just told the person I was chatting with, "I'm so horny I swear that I would fuck whoever walked through my door, no matter who it is!" I had no idea the "no matter who it is" would be my 15 y.o. daughter.
"Taylor ... I didn't think you'd be home yet," I said, trying in vain to seem casual.
"Obviously not," she said, looking at me with a combination of disgust, pity and humor.
"Taylor, let me explain," I said, forgetting for the moment that my pants were still at my ankles.
"You don't have to explain, Daddy," she replied. "Apparently this is what you do down here. You look at pictures of naked girls and play with yourself. Does Mom know you do this?" She seemed to be growing more annoyed.
"Um ... Mom knows ... um ... yes ... maybe ... I don't know what Mom knows," I stammered.
"How often do you do this?" she asked.
"Well ... by the way, do you mind if I, um... ," I said, motioning to my pants on the floor, wanting to pull them up.
"No. Leave them there," she said with some authority. "Tell me. How often do you do this?"
"Well sweetheart," I said. "I don't know ... a couple of times a week?"
"Show me," she said matter-of-factly.
"Show you what?" I said.
"Show me how you do it," she replied cooly. "Show me how you get yourself off."
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