Continue to part 3..................
Later, we sat at the dining room table and I laid out the food before us. I preferred to eat at the table to eating in front of the television. I preferred a little ceremony with a meal. I let Laurie have a half glass of wine with her dinner. We ate in silence for a few minutes, but I decided I had to speak.
"Laurie, about your email earlier today. The video."
"You saw that?" she asked.
"I did. I opened it, and then I closed it right away. But not before, you know, seeing you."
"I hope I didn't shock you."
"Well, I was kind of . . . shocked, I guess."
"You weren't supposed to see it," she said. "It was meant for someone else."
"Well, about that," I said. I paused. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, to talk about. "Do you think that's smart?"
"What do you mean?"
"Sending a video like that to . . . a boy. To someone else."
"You shaming me, Dad?"
"It's not like that," I said. "I'm concerned about you. When you send a video like to someone, you don't know where it will end up. He could show it to his friends. He could show it to anyone."
Laurie rolled her eyes, holding them on the ceiling, and her body fidgeted.
"Dad . . .."
"What is it?"
"I know he showed it to his friends. I wanted him to."
I shook my head; not sure I had heard her correctly.
"What?" I asked.
"Before I sent it, he said his friends wanted to see it. So, I told him 'OK.' I know they saw it. At least three of them, that I know about."
"Laurie," I said, the worry in my voice obvious.
"You're not getting all moralistic on me, are you, Dad?" she asked. "Are you ashamed?"
"No," I said. "It's not about shame. It's about being careful. If you have videos of you out there it could hurt you."
"I've thought about that," she said. "And, like, I decided it was worth the risk. I enjoy showing off. It's a rush. Maybe someone won't like it. Maybe in the future someone won't give me a job because of it. But that wouldn't be somewhere I'd want to work."
"It's risky, Laurie," I said.
"I know, Dad," she said, "but I'm an adult and I can make those decisions for myself. You respect that, don't you?"
"I respect your right to make the decision," I said, reluctantly. "I'm just not sure it's the right one."
"I get it," she said. "You're my dad, so I get it. Are we good?"
"We're good," I said. "I guess."
"Great!" she said, a big grin breaking over her face. "And one other thing, Dad -"
"What is it?"
"If you want to watch my video, go ahead." With that remark, she pivoted on her toes, spun around, and quickly left the room. And I could swear she swayed her ass at me for my benefit as she left.
Two hours later, after having scrubbed down the kitchen and swept the patio and kept myself busy in various ways to keep my mind off my daughter's ass, I found myself back in my office, at the computer.
All my eyes could see was a tiny icon on the computer desktop. It ended in ".mp4." It was the video from Laurie I'd downloaded, and that I'd failed to erase.
I used my mouse to navigate the cursor on the screen over it. My finger hovered over the mouse to delete the icon.
I wanted to delete it. I did. I really did. I wanted to be a good father. But she'd given me permission. She wanted me to look at it. And she'd never know, right? No one would ever know.
And maybe I would be a good father to find out what she was doing. Knowledge was a good thing, wasn't it?
I clicked on "open" instead of "delete."
The icon expanded and the video screen opened. Laurie filled the screen again, naked and with her legs spread. Without thinking I used my mouse to click on "Fill Screen" and Laurie 's naked body filled the large monitor inches from my face in high resolution. The purple slender rod of her vibrator hovered just over her clitoris. The lips of her pussy were pulled back, almost perfectly, like the wings of a pink butterfly, as though she'd spread them with care before starting her video. Nothing was left to the imagination. Her knees were pulled back wide and her womanly breasts pushed out toward the camera with wide rosy erect nipples.
My cock grew instantly hard.
A shock of embarrassment and shame swept over me. I knew I shouldn't be doing this.
But I couldn't help it.
"Hi Daddy," Laurie said on the screen.
"Daddy?" I mouthed to myself. Was this some weird game she had with her boyfriend? It must have been, because she had told me she'd meant to send the video to him. It must be some weird role-playing game.
"I know you've been looking at me," she said on the screen. The little purple wand tap-tap-tapped over her clit. The depths of her pussy remained open below.
"I think you want me, but you can't say it." She writhed on her bed. Her legs spread apart still more and the opening between her legs widened.
"I want you to know," she said, "that I want you too. I think about you and I want to sit on your cock and I want my little pussy to wrap around it and grab it, and I want you to fill me."
My cock was rock hard, and, almost against my will, my hand went to it and squeezed it between thumb and forefinger.
"I want to put on a little show for you," she said. The hand on the vibrator flicked the button and the buzz of the vibrator grew.
Laurie didn't put the vibrator inside her pussy - not yet. She moved the little round head of the instrument up and down each delicate lip, gently tickling to one side and back. I groaned. Literally - I groaned.
"Fuck, Laurie," I heard myself say.
That's right, fuck Laurie, an unspoken voice in me said.
No, I thought. That's not right.
"Oh, Daddy," Laurie said, almost as though she was reading my thoughts. "Do you like the sound of the vibrator on my pussy? Do you like looking at my pussy? I'll bet you do."
Oh, I did. But I didn't want to admit it.
I wanted to look away from the computer screen. I really did. But I couldn't. I was horny and frustrated, and my daughter's bare open cunt lay in front of me and there was no fucking way in God's Earth that I could tear my eyes away from the sight of it.
One hand, on the computer mouse, maneuverer around the screen to increase the volume. I was nervous about Laurie being able to hear what was going on from outside the room, but I wanted to hear her voice and the sounds of her toying herself more clearly. I saw the little volume bar on the screen move right and the sound increased. Her heavy breathing played out from the computer speakers. Oh, my cock grew harder still.
My other hand fumbled with my pants, unbuttoning my fly and drawing down the zipper and pulling my pants and briefs down until my hard cock sprang free. It bobbed and pointed toward the screen, toward the naked, spread figure of my daughter Laurie. When my hand was done getting my pants and underwear out of the way it grabbed my hard penis at the head and then moved swiftly down to the base. My penis roared up from my body in a gob-smacked salute to my hot daughter.
"I'll bet you like the sound of this vibrator," she said. "But I bet you'll like another sound even more."
She switched the vibrator off and it went silent. I wondered what she meant. I liked the sound of it against her. I liked watching that tip against her pussy. I didn't know what she intended or what sound she was referring to.
She showed me, soon enough. She pushed the purple rod away from her body, and then she pulled it right back. She speared herself with it. The head, and then the entire shaft, of the purple vibrator disappeared into the depths of her pussy. Her lips enfolded it.
"Unnnnh!" she cried out as it entered her.
With no thought about it I started stroking my cock. Up. Down. Up. Down. I couldn't help myself. I really couldn't.
Laurie started really fucking herself with the vibrator. My daughter.
"Daddy," she called.
In and out, in and out, the vibrator moved.
My hand moved against my cock in rhythm with it.
Then, I began to hear it - not the vibrator, not her voice, but the sound of her pussy being fucked. It was a squishy, squelching sound, a sound that grew in volume with every plunge of the instrument into her body. I could tell that her pussy grew wetter as she kept fucking herself with the vibrator, and with more wetness her pussy grew louder.