Continue to part 2..................
And I could swear, although I couldn't exactly put my finger on what made me think so, that she was showing off to me. There was something about the way she would stand in front of me in the kitchen, munching a muffin, with her hip thrown farther to one side than seemed necessary. Or the way she would push her chest out in a tight top, the little bumps of her tits under the top so conspicuously displayed. When she left the room, she'd linger in the doorway, back to me, in her short shorts - so short they exposed an expanse of firm skin on each ass cheek.
I didn't want to look. I tried not to. But sometimes I couldn't help myself.
One night before going to bed I watched a rerun of a favourite television show, spread out in a big comfortable leather chair. I thought Laurie had gone to bed when I heard her rummaging through the kitchen. A minute later she skipped into the den, wearing nothing more than a t shirt. I tried to behave but my eyes couldn't help but run up the length of her legs to where they disappeared under the hem of the shirt. It bounced as she walked, and I caught a brief flash of pink panty.
My cock twitched. My God. I didn't want that to happen in front of her.
To make matters worse, Laurie plopped down on my lap. Right on top of my cock.
"What are you watching?" she asked.
Was she grinding against me? I wasn't sure but I hoped not. I wouldn't be able to keep my cock from responding if she did.
"Looks boring," she said. "Well, good night, Daddy."
"Daddy?" I asked. "You haven't called me 'Daddy' in a long time."
"Dad. Daddy. Whatever."
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
Plump, ripe breasts mashed against my shoulder as her lips touched my face.
She bounced out of my lap and headed for the den door. My eyes followed her the whole way. Then she did something uncharacteristic for her, dropping the napkin she had been carrying. She bent over to retrieve it and her shirt rode up, revealing that she was wearing nothing but a thong, the pink stringy back of which cleaved her perfect, bare ass cheeks and concealed almost nothing underneath.
When she left the room at last, I groaned quietly.
Later, in my room, I pulled up a porn video on my laptop. I needed relief, but not to images of my daughter in my head. So, I opened a video featuring an adult actress closer to my age. I came just three minutes after it began.
It offered only temporary relief.
* * * *
The next day began the same as all the rest - a slow breakfast, cleaning up the kitchen and straightening up the house.
Laurie complained that the blinds in her bedroom weren't closing properly, so I spent half an hour diagnosing the problem and fixing it. I was handy with projects like that, and Laurie showed her appreciation by giving me a sweet peck on the cheek when I finished.
The crop top and boy short she wore seemed briefer than ever. They moulded perfectly to her body, leaving none of its curves to the imagination.
The doorbell rang. By the time I walked to the front door and opened it I noticed the delivery van already was leaving and a rectangular package sat on the doorstep at my feet.
I picked it up. I had no idea what it was.
"Laurie," I called, "Were you expecting a package?"
"Yes!" she called, jogging to the entry way, excitedly. I handed her the package.
"What is it?"
Laurie didn't answer at first. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling and her mouth twisted coyly.
"Sure, you want to know?"
"Why wouldn't I want to know? It's not something illegal, is it?"
"No, of course not. Nothing like that. So, you want to know?"
I should have said 'no,' but I wasn't thinking clearly enough.
"Sure, of course."
"OK then. It's my new vibrator."
"Your new -"
"Vibrator. You know what a vibrator is, don't you?"
"Of course, I do. I just didn't -"
"Think I'd use one? I'm not a little girl, Dad. I'm a woman."
"I can see that." I stammered. "I mean, I know that. It's not my business. Sorry." I shook my head.
"Nothing to be sorry about." She grinned. "Here, I'll show you."
"Laurie, you don't have to -"
"No, it's fine," she said, interrupting me.
I should have said no, firmly. I should have walked away. But I didn't. I chose badly, again. I stood and watched as Laurie 's deft fingers tore open the box. Within a minute she pulled a slender purple rod out of the box. It curved slightly at one end, and at the end of the curve it bulged noticeably.
She held it up in front of her face, looking at it the way I might inspect a power drill.
"The curve allows the tip to hit my G-spot. I love that feeling."
She looked at me with a naughty expression.
"You do know what a G-spot is, don't you, Dad?"
"Laurie, of course. I wasn't born yesterday."
"Oh, I know you weren't born yesterday. Just checking. You're not embarrassed, are you?"
"No," I replied, even though I was, in fact, embarrassed to see my daughter holding a sex toy between us. "I'm just, um, still getting used to some things around here."
"Getting used to your daughter being a grown woman, is that it?"
"Something like that. I know you are. But it's an adjustment. And with us cooped up like this the adjustment's faster than I expected."
"Faster isn't always better, is that it?"
"Um," I said again, fumbling with my words. "I'll leave that thought to you. I have work to do."
Fortunately, I did. A client had contacted me the previous day seeking guidance on her business's social media outreach. I was glad to get the work. I left Laurie with her new toy and returned to my office. Soon I immersed myself in drafting a memorandum to the client, and my absorption in the work got my mind off my daughter.
I usually kept a browser window open to my email inbox, so I would know immediately when emails arrived. Two hours after sitting at my office computer I noticed a new one - from Laurie. I opened it.
"Enjoy!" it said in the text portion. Below the word was an attachment. I clicked on it, without thinking.
A video opened.
I gasped, literally.
Laurie 's nude body, sprawled on her bed and facing the camera, legs open, filled most of the screen. Her pussy was bare - freshly shaved, I guessed. She held the purple vibrator in her hand and its bulbous tip lay against her skin just over her clitoral hood.
Laurie was talking into the camera, but I had the sound off and had no idea what she was saying. The tip of the purple rod slid down over her clit and between the lips below.
I couldn't watch any more. With the click of my mouse, I closed the video.
I sat at my computer, shocked.
Two minutes later I received another email, again from Laurie.
"Dad," it said, "That email was meant for someone else. Sorry!"
Meant for someone else. I wondered who. Probably her friend . . . Sasha, I think she called him. But how could she mistakenly send an email to him to me instead?
Was it really a mistake?
My mind reeled. And, I could not deny, my cock stirred. I hated myself for that.
I highlighted the email with the video and prepared to delete it, my finger poised over the mouse. But I didn't press the button. I should have, but I didn't. I closed the email window instead and resumed drafting the memo.
This time it was much harder to stop thinking about Laurie.
I didn't see Laurie again for hours, when I was in the kitchen starting to prepare dinner - fried chicken and mashed potatoes and salad.
Laurie walked into the room quietly, and I didn't see her until she was almost at my side. She wore brief denim shorts, with holes in them, and a loose crop top. The bottom hem stopped not far below her breasts. She obviously wore no bra and her breasts swayed and jiggled with every step and movement.
"That looks good," she said, looking at the meal I was making.
"I hope so," I replied.
"You're a really good cook, you know. I don't think I've said that. I appreciate it. You take good care of me. I want you to know that."
"That's kind of you. I've always liked cooking and I have more time than ever to do it."
"Well, you use your time well. Most of the guys I know in college can't cook for shit."
"Language, Laurie."
"Sorry, Dad," she said, with exaggerated emphasis on the last word.
I went back to preparing dinner and Laurie watched television. My mind was troubled by the video I'd seen of Laurie, but I didn't know whether to bring it up.