Charlene’ Daddy
Charlene’s Daddy – A Cautionary Tale
— His story, told to LO.
Your really have to believe me. I never wanted to become involved in such an
illicit relationship. I know that you are going to say: “You were the adult. You
should have prevented this from happening!” OK, I accept your judgment; I am
truly a worthless piece of trash… but at least one person loves me… You know
who she is.
My daughter’s name is Charlene, and this story began when she was fourteen.
Charlene was young and innocent then, not only socially, but physically. She
still had the slim pre-pubescent shape of a young girl. Most girls that age had
already become little ladies with swelling bosoms, shapely legs, and curving
hips, the sensuous form of a woman. Only my poor little daughter was almost like
a skinny stick figure. Each month when she showed up for a weekend custodial
visit, nothing had changed. She busied herself about my apartment with her
dolls, games, and books, and I would take her out to the zoo or a park
for some fun. I could see her looking at other girls her age, and a sad look
would pass over her face. Let my bitchy ex-wife deal with that, I thought.
+ + + + + +
“Wait a minute, Rita,” I shouted, “I have plans this summer too; I can’t assume
total responsibility of a young girl for two entire months…”
“You agreed to this, bastard, when I kept her with me so often last summer,” my
ex-bitch shrieked back. “You agreed to this arrangement.”
“Like hell I did!” …And so it went, but in the end, rather than see my poor
daughter shipped off to hell, the home of Rita’s mother, I agreed to take my
daughter for both July and August.
There I was, a single, thirty-four year old guy with a 18 year old girl to
deal most of the summer. The ex-bitch agreed to relieve me of Charlene’s June
visit so that I could take a short vacation before Charlene began her extended
summer visit. I was in for a surprise when I picked my daughter up. The change
from little girl to little lady had begun. Already in the two-month gap, my
daughter was changing from little girl to sexy nymphet. It was very difficult to
keep my eyes off her, the change, so subtle, was so astounding, and curiously
arousing.
I noticed that Charlene was constantly looking at me too. I knew that Charlene
was quite fond of me. I thought that it was due to my generosity in providing
for her little whims: new clothes, toys, special shoes. She had seemingly
developed a sexual curiosity, which was focused on me. She seemed ever to want
my touch, my closeness, my fatherly caresses. I began to have incestuous ideas
about her. I was between girlfriends; I often fantasized about my daughter
whenever I needed to release sexual tensions. I excused it as a harmless
fantasy, invented for my own private needs. Eventually, the moment came when I
should have put an end to this incestuous trend.
+ + + + +
Barely awake, I perceived a warm body next to me. I had been dreaming of erotic
moments with a former lady friend. Automatically, my hands were stroking and
feeling the soft, feminine shape pressed against me.
“Ohhh… Mmmmmm.” A sexy voice sighed, barely audible.
“Yeah, baby,” I mumbled sleepily, allowing my hands to caress soft flesh through
a thin nightgown. I wafted a familiar, sexy scent of a woman. I was still rather
tired and soon dozed off again with my arms cradling my companion. I knew my
cock was hard, but I was too tired to care.
Some time later, the close cuddling had made me too warm, and I pushed the
covers away. I was still snuggled close to my lady. I pressed my face into her
fluffy, perfumed hair and kissed her head. Her ass wiggled against me,
acknowledging me, and I could feel my erection clasped between firm thighs. My
hands were cupping soft, small titties. Nipples, hardened by arousal, were
between my fingers.
“Oh yeah,” I whispered into the lovely soft hair.
“Mmmmmm,” was the sighed response.
I was dressed in my loose boxers; my penis was poking out through the fly. I
wanted to pull them off, but I was too sleepy. I slid one hand down and let it
cross over the bottom of the nightgown, bunched up underneath the small breasts.
Downward the hand moved until it crossed over a little fuzzy mound and touched
bald pussy lips.
“Mmmmm… yessss,” came the eager murmur.
My increasing arousal was waking me up more, but I was confused. Who the hell
was I in bed with? I was too excited to think about that; my cock was doing my
thinking for me, and it knew exactly what it wanted. I stuck a finger in the wet
cunt.
“Oh, yes, daddy, yes!” my daughter gasped. “Holy shit!” I moaned as I pulled
back from her.
“Charlene, what the fuck are you doing here in bed with me?”
“I-I-I… w-was… scared, daddy, by… by a noise,” my daughter mumbled,
pushing herself backwards against me with my cock trapped on her ass. She
reached back and caught my arm and pulled it around her to make a protective
barrier against any danger. Charlene wiggled her cute butt and my prick, wet
from her secretions, slid along her smooth flesh.
“Sweetie, we can’t do this,” I whispered. “Daddies and their daughters aren’t
supposed to sleep together like this.” Meanwhile my rigid cock was still sliding
on her bare flesh, due to her pelvic movement. I was still highly aroused.
“Why not, daddy?” my daughter answered. “We used too! I feel so good being with
you. I love the naked touching; mmmm, it’s so nice!”
“It’s just wrong, sweetie. We could be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out
about this.” My ex-wife would happily ruin my life if she got a hint about
anything of this little nocturnal event. Charlene was only fifteen; she would be
sixteen in two more weeks.
“Maybe you would not be allowed to visit me again.” I suggested menacingly.
“I won’t tell anyone, daddy, not anyone at all,” Charlene promised as she
gripped my arm more tightly and moved her ass against my prick. “Daddy, this
feels so good. Doesn’t this feel nice for you too?”
I pulled my hand away. Charlene sat up, and the glow of the night light revealed
the wanton scene: me with my dick lewdly protruding from my shorts and Charlene
with her nightgown now pulled up to her armpits, her naked body glowing in the
dim light. As I stared at her nubile form, she slid her fingers between her legs
and began to fondle her pussy. My hand found my erection and slipped around my
dick, stroking it while my daughter let her fingers explore her young pussy.
“Daddy, I feel extra good doing this when I think about you, and, watching you
playing with your penis, makes my cunnie tingle.”
I needed to come now, and Charlene was right; it did feel much better to stroke
myself with my eyes gazing at her naked body. I was not, I considered, really
having sex with my daughter. We were just relieving our tensions, and we just
happened to be doing it while in the same bed, using one another for a little
excitement. Yes, It was bad, but it felt so good that I just kept going.
A father and daughter masturbating together was certainly exciting. Charlene
smiled at me and pulled her nightgown over her head; she tossed it aside. Then
she knelt in front of me and pulled on my shorts. I lifted up and allowed her to
pull them off me. She got back into bed and sat in front of me with her legs
spread apart, resting on top of my own, giving me a good look at her fingers,
glistening with her secretions, moving in her pussy.
Not only could I see what she was doing, but I could smell the sweet aroma of
her young cunt and hear the sound of her fingers against her pink membranes. I
paused to watch her fingers dip into her wet slit and then raised my eyes to
look at the soft little mounds of her pubescent breasts.
