Stay at home

You decide to take a day off, spend some good and easy time at home. You rummage around a little, cleaning up a mess in the living room so you can sit down and watch TV. As you turn on the television and look for something decent to watch, you remember that today is your daughter's 18th birthday. Not only would you be a bad father if you failed to wish her a happy birthday before she goes to school, you remember that you told her you would call in and say she was sick if she wanted you to. You should probably go and check on that. You walk upstairs and to the door of her room, which is closed. You open it quietly, thinking that she might still be asleep : if she is, you can just call her in sick. You peek your head around the door, and freeze in horror. Your daughter is still in bed, but she is not sleeping: rather, she is lying naked on top of the covers, a thong around her ankles, writhing in pleasure from an odd looking vibrator she has placed over her clit. You know you should turn around and

leave, but you can't help staring at her. Your daughter has an incredible body, well toned and well tanned arms, legs, and stomach from all the sports she plays, long blonde hair, and huge tits. Her tits are probably only C cups, but they are so firm, and the rest of her body so slender, that they leave quite an impression. Your eyes are drawn to them, blinded by the creamy white skin that must be always hidden under bras and never exposed to the sun. She starts gasping, tossing her head back and forth, and you can think only about how much you want to shove your cock in her mouth, daughter or not. Your cock has grown hard in your pants.

Your revelrie is broken as your daughter opens your eyes, and see you standing in the doorway, ogling her. "Oh shit," you think. Now you're fucked.