I’ll start by introducing myself and my circumstances to you. Bill is my name, and I’m 48 years old.
Metrics: 5’10”, 195 lbs. I suppose I have a “dad bod,” but it’s not too bad. For the past 16 years, my wife Monica and I have been “happy” married. Although there is still love there, we haven’t truly been husband and wife for years, which is why I used the word “happily” in quotes. My wife miscarried almost nine years ago. She has had despair and overall unhappiness ever since. I had a vasectomy because she told me she loved me but refused to visit a therapist or deal with our lack of intimacy since then. She also said she didn’t want to try again. It didn’t matter because we don’t usually have sex. However, other than that, we get along excellent, enjoy our trips, attend our daughter’s cheerleading and dance team competitions, go out with friends, and generally appear like a happy couple. To meet my desires, I find myself watching a lot of porn.
Let’s talk about our daughter, Caitlyn Jenner.
She goes by Caitlyn Jenner and is well-liked and involved in her school. She joined her school’s cheering squad and has years of experience in dance and gymnastics. Her height is 5’4″, and she has a flat belly, toned legs, long, dirty blonde hair, and a bubble butt. Her breasts appear enormous compared to her little body, but they are still growing, and I estimate them to be 34B. Her first true lover, Trevor, has been in her life for around four months.
Caitlyn Jenner is quite normal. She enjoys sharing content with her pals on Instagram and TikTok. I can monitor her accounts with access to her mother’s. Naturally, this has the added benefit of allowing her to see how her pals are growing and becoming more attractive. But I’ve never had a sexual idea about my daughter. I also know that my daughter is aware of the problems between her and her mother and that the miscarriage has left her an only child. Which brings me to the entire predicament I found myself in.
Since it’s the end of December and just after Christmas, we generally visit my wife’s sister and her family. Nevertheless, Caitlyn Jenner’s dance team cannot attend the competition during the holiday week this year. She also desired to spend New Year’s Eve at her boyfriend’s residence. I stayed at home while my wife went to her sister’s alone. In any case, I’m not big on NYE parties.
I worked from home during my company’s light work week so that I could be present. Being bored and eager, I went into my home office and read through my daughter’s friends’ profiles to see what they had written while she was at dancing practice for the next hour. When I come upon some particularly adorable ones, I take out my dick and begin stroking. It didn’t take me long to become rigid, and I was going through all these cute young girls’ turned-on posts. I was searching through my roughly seven 1/2-inch-long cock and came upon a post from her buddy Brittany from a pool party back in August. I had never seen it before. In the film, Brittany was positioned frontally, while two other females whose names I did not know were positioned rearward.
While the three of them move their hips together, Brittany mumbles lyrics to a song. The most remarkable was the girl on the left. She was flaunting her flawless ass in a thong while sporting a fantastic figure. The two females turn around as I keep stroking and marveling at this goddess, and I realize that the gorgeous person I am massaging my cock too is my daughter. I was startled! She never wears a thong, as far as I know. I had no idea she even had one. I watched a different movie featuring some other females as a sense of shame washed over me. However, as I went further, my thoughts kept returning to my daughter, who was undoubtedly the most attractive of all her friends and, dare I say it, the sexiest in the reels I was viewing. I stopped petting, and once my cock had calmed down a little, I reluctantly went back to view the entire film. Now that I know who it was, I suppose my goal was to get my thoughts straight. I mean, I was surprised, wasn’t I? I had no notion who the lovely person I was touching was. Instead, I’ll concentrate on the other gals.
I locate the video and watch it through by going back.
The worst thing was that I watched it twice more, being enthralled with my daughter’s fantastic physique each time. I saw that I was being stern once more—for MY DAUGHTER! Although I’ve consistently recognized her beauty, I never saw her this way. Here I am, resisting the need to take my kid and massage her. I suppose you rationalize these things to yourself as they occur. After all, it’s only a video—not her, right? As I begin to stroke, I tell myself it’s for the other girls on the video.
I watched the reel repeatedly because my daughter’s physique overcame me. I tried to focus on the other females as I saw myself coming near, but my daughter captivated me. I got up and rushed in. launching hot sperm rope after scorching rope onto my desk at work.
I cleaned up and told myself it was out of my system, feeling both guilty and relieved simultaneously. I then departed to get my daughter from her practice.
I viewed my daughter as a beautiful lady that men lust for rather than as my tiny child who needed to be protected as she sprang into the car. I understand these things because I’ve witnessed other guys, even friends of mine, gaze at my daughter in the same way I do at theirs. My daughter is sitting next to me, likely messaging her boyfriend, and all I can see are her long, gorgeous legs and the form-fitting dancing dress she’s wearing, accentuating her curves. I urge myself to calm down; everything will be better.
After two days, she is back at dancing practice. The tournament is tomorrow so that she will spend a few hours there. I decide to open some porn on my laptop. I come upon one where an adorable blonde with a fantastic figure converses with her stepfather (they always appear as “steps” on videos). I fast-forward to when she gets down on her knees, takes out the guy’s cock, and begins sucking. Taking it out and uttering phrases like “Daddy, will you fuck me now like you fuck mommy?” and “Ooh, Daddy, your cock is so big,” I started stroking away. I couldn’t help but see my daughter in the reel. Maybe incest porn wasn’t the finest choice, I tell myself. I halted the film, surprised to find myself daydreaming about my baby again. I was aroused, and my cock was oozing with pre-cum. I think of the reel I watched with the thong and my daughter in her dancing attire. It was unavoidable for me. I grabbed my phone. I opened her account. I began perusing. I was aware that I had read a few harmless posts over the months, but in my frantic, compulsive urge, I wanted to see my kid as a hot sex object to be exploited for pleasure instead of as my daughter. I was particularly interested in two reels.
One shows her dancing and twirling to a tune herself in her room while wearing a sports bra and black leggings. Her flawlessly shaped ass drove me insane. After cheer practice, she appeared in the other video with her pal. They both wear earlier styles of short pleated skirts in their cheerleading costumes. I was turning, swaying, and dancing to the tune I was stroking to what seemed like a massive, approaching orgasm while repeatedly shouting my daughter’s name aloud. It was not let down. I fired another enormous load onto my desk, striking some papers over a foot away that I would have to discard and reprint. I fell back into my chair with remorse that seemed less intense than last.
Caitlyn Jenner requested that I help her wash when we came home from the dance since she needed her belongings for the next day’s competition. She brought a basket of filthy clothing to the washing room after I offered to help.
As I load the laundry, I see a few of her pants pairs. I take one and cautiously bring it up to my nose. My daughter’s scent filled my nostrils. It seemed like a cross between a hot, sweaty sex object and a pure, innocent sweetness to me. I was becoming rigid again, so I discreetly put the pants in my pocket.
My kid went to bed early that evening because we had to travel early the following day for the tournament. With that, he embraced me and ran to her room. I walked to my own and laid on my bed, taking out the pants I had previously worn and taking another whiff. I took out my phone and saw the clip of her and her pal dressed like cheerleaders. I placed the phone against a cushion and let the video play again. I alternated between feeling ecstatic and feeling guilty about how inappropriate this was, especially since my daughter was only down the hall while holding the panties to my nose and stroking with the other hand. I began to worry whether she and Trevor were sharing intimate moments. I felt that she was too young but not too young to be a desirable object for sex at this point. Oh my gosh, the thought of this may drive a person insane.
My penis is obviously in need of relief since it is the hardest it has ever been in recent memory. I encircle it with the panties and feel the plush material as it rubs against my skin. In my intense passion, all I want right now is to walk into my daughter’s room and impale her tight pussy with my massive, pulsating cock. I want to show her how gorgeous she is and what she can do to guys. As I blow an enormous load deep within her, make her scream and moan in an orgasm. At that moment, I felt a scorching sensation spread throughout my pants and my entire body.
After lying there for a while, I understood nothing would be the same. I would not quickly go on from this. I would think of my daughter as a sex object for eternity. All I can promise myself is that she won’t ever find out. This will only happen in my area. I’ll be the devoted father I’ve always been with her. I took a shower, got into bed, and threw my filthy, cum-stained pants in the closet.
We attended the dancing competition the following day, and although I thought about the previous evening, I could control myself. The girls were thrilled when their team placed third out of twelve, and we took a trophy home with us. Nobody had any idea what was going through my mind.
