Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

Twisting her neck back, your daughter flashed a smile full of innocence and continued to wrap your arm around her like a errant duvet. Clearly your little princess had no idea of the terrible conundrum you were facing down below and was just trying to enjoy movie night with her father. She had even pulled your hand to one of her breasts, so safe and unaware must she feel toward your dirty, unsuitable thoughts. So you had no choice. You just had to try and relax. Get through the last half of the movie without thinking of the burning shaft trapped between you, or the squidgy lump of her right breast, cupped involuntarily by your hand.

The next half hour was one of the most torturous in all your life. For a while your daughter seemed content in the stillness and you could focus on the movie. However, almost the instant you felt that danger had passed, your errant cock beginning to soften, she began moving again. This wasn’t the occasional shuffling of before either. This was a full blown writhe, that rippled through her young body. You were forced to clench your hands and teeth and simply hold on for dear life as she wriggled against you like an eel. You were squeezing her breast and heard her gasp with it, but couldn’t even begin to focus on that now. The rolling pressure of her silky shorts against your poor penis was driving you insane with dark and frustrated desires. Compounded by the age it had been since you’d last made love to anyone, this otherwise innocuous position was sending you hurtling toward a cliff edge you absolutely had to avoid. Still she wriggled though, her round little ass rubbing up and down and side to side against you. Until finally, in the booming climax of the film’s final battle, you lost your own. Gritting your teeth to hold back a groan you felt dams burst as you shot streaks of cum up her back. The elation and relief that it brought overcoming even the grim horror of the situation. Surely now, with trails of sticky semen dripping down inside her t-shirt, she would realise what an awful creature her father was…

Only, she didn’t. The wriggling stopped after that moment, further cementing your fears. But the last few moments of the film played out in dizzying calm. You managed to find a moment to tuck yourself away, as if the evidence wasn’t already spread beyond that. Then the credits rolled and she got up and wished you goodnight, heading up to brush her teeth before bed. Leaving you to a room of flickering darkness and sad music, unable to quite fathom what had occurred.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

You spent the next few days on tenterhooks, desperately trying to avoid getting into any more compromising situations with your daughter and terrified she was going to bring up the mess she must have had to wash up. But no mention was made… had she really not noticed? Not understood? It was a relief, but not entirely a welcome one. Still, you could not get the memory of her nubile body pressed up against yours out of your head. And every time you looked she seemed to be exhibiting herself to reiterate that. From showering with the door open to yoga exercises in her panties. She was everywhere: bending over, stretching, skipping and sighing. She suggested several more movie nights almost immediately, but you made feeble excuses and hid yourself away.

All that pressure built up however… you needed some release. One evening when she had been particularly scandalous, walking round topless all afternoon, you found a moment to yourself while she was listening to music in her room. You had to masturbate. You wouldn’t make it through the evening otherwise. Shutting your bedroom door and sitting on the edge of your bed, you barely had to close your eyes before you were back in that room, with her wriggling round in your grasp like a caught eel. You imagined her oblivious to your every action, spellbound by the flickering television as your hands roamed her body. Grasping her small tits with both hands as you ground yourself into her shorts. Slipping your fingers down the front of that tight fabric so the could creep down to the tight wetness inside. Feeling her buck and gasp back into you as you set her own pleasures alight. Then pulling that gusset aside to let you slide into her, filling your girl with the meat that made her…

You were getting close… closer and closer… when something made you open your eyes. Drifting back from those dark fantasies in a haze. The door was open. The door was open and she was there. Right opposite you. Perched on the corner of your dresser and just… watching. You re-entered the real world with a start and quickly tried to grab something, anything, to cover you.

Again came that pealing laughter you knew so well. “Don’t panic Dad… I’ve already seen everything I’m likely to see. You really should shut your door properly…”

You managed to get hold of a cushion and drag it over. You were sure you had closed the door… but then you had been in such a hurry. Oh how could you be so stupid!

Her voice was full of confidence and reassurance, though perhaps there was a slight quiver of something else about it too. “I said don’t worry, it’s all perfectly natural. What do you think I was doing next door before I came out and spotted you?”

Another image you didn’t need flitted across your subconscious, sickeningly tantalising in its proximity.

“It’s all part of what I was saying the other day, about family being honest to each other. You do it. I do it. Everybody does it. Why should we be so ashamed about it?” She smiled a cheeky smile, all teeth and openness.

“It’s obvious you’ve been all pent up since Mom left, no wonder you need to get it out somehow. Just another mess she’s left us to deal with. So I want you to know you don’t have to hide from me. If you need to… y’know… get it all out, just do it wherever. I don’t mind at all…” The slight shyness she still held about saying the word helped you a little, this was still your little girl… she was just worried about your health, that’s all. Her voice retained that cheeky commanding tone though, so reminiscent of her mother.

“In fact. I think you should finish off, right here and now. While I do the same over here. That way neither of us will have any reason to be shy or scared about it. We were only one wall away anyway, so what’s the difference really?”

You could see her logic, though it certainly wasn’t in line with the way society might look upon this. Just another sign of that base detachment from such squeamishness that defined these women you loved. You still felt the need to argue though, could you really do this? Play with yourself while watching your only child do the same? You felt sick with both want and refusal. The words caught in your throat, you felt your erection fizzle away in doubt until…

She started. Dropping down to the floor momentarily to free one leg from her panties then climbing back onto the dresser, that thin cotton now hanging from one knee. Her pink slit was revealed, topped by a neat triangle of trimmed hair. She reached one hand down and began circling it, pale, thin fingers distinct against darker flesh. She stared right at you for a moment, before some left over embarrassment of her own took old, prompting her to scan the ceiling and close her eyes. This was happening, whether you wanted it to or not. You couldn’t leave her alone in it, watching the show like some perverse theatre. That would surely be worse?

Your erection certainly had no issue returning. Observing the tender circles she played on herself. The shorter breaths that began to pass her lips. The rise and fall of her chest and tightening of her gut as waves of feeling washed up her spine. It all lasted moments or hours before you found yourself at the point of climax once more, spurting white goop all over your hands and stomach. She chuckled at this and handed you several of your own tissues, placed within reach but forgotten in the moment. Then she offered to take the mess to a bin, tidying up after you as if you had done nothing more than spill a drink. Watching her go, panties still bunched round only one leg was an exercise in pure, confused misery. What had you possibly done to deserve such horrendous marvel?

The next week was one of strange and gradual adjustment. You came home from the shop the next day to find the girl sat in the lounge, watching porn on her laptop and knuckle deep in herself. You hurried past to the kitchen and stayed there, praying she’d be done before you had dinner ready. But the next day she was at it again, and again. In the shower, in her room, laid out on the soft lawn out back, thankfully hidden from prying eyes by tall hedges. You never knew young ladies were so prone to carnal need. Teenage boys sure… but you’d always imagined girls were stronger willed than that. By Thursday it no longer even registered as out of place to you. You would ask how her day was or what homework she had left to do, all while her fingers worked away down below. When you walked into the lounge and were faced with a flickering vintage montage of blonde and pigtailed girl-scouts being rolled over by moustached men… well you shrugged and sat down next to her. Your knees interlocking as each one of you spread out and gave in to base pleasures. A sly smile creeping across your darling child’s lips.