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My hand's grip on my cock grew tighter. Its stroking quickened.
"Laurie," I heard myself say to the figure on the screen.
I felt bad, but not bad enough to stop. No father should do what I was doing, but I was doing it anyway, and I gave into the need and desire and told myself I couldn't stop. What man could? Laurie was a beautiful young woman displaying herself for her man's satisfaction. It would have been inhuman for me not to appreciate the sight of her body.
I kept stroking.
I knew I was going to ejaculate to the sight of my daughter frigging herself with the little vibrator.
The squishy noise of the vibrator in her cunt grew louder.
"Daddy," she called out on the computer screen.
The sound of that word sent a little shiver through my body, starting somewhere around my shoulders and traveling down to the end of my cock head. A dribble of pre-cum dribbled out the top and my swiftly moving hand shrouded it and drew it down over the length of my shaft. Lube would be no problem.
"Go ahead and come now, Daddy," she said, pumping the vibrator in and out of her with increasing speed. My hand moved over my cock faster and faster to keep up with her.
"Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh," she said.
"Ohhh, Ohhh," I said back.
With great suddenness I felt the seed erupt from me, welling up from the depths and through my shaft until great milky gobs of cum erupted from my cock into the air like a geyser. It felt like I'd lost all control of my cock and cum sprayed left and right and forward. It splattered the carpet and the computer keypad. A few flecks hit the computer screen and the fluid began streaking down the face of the monitor.
Onscreen, Laurie came too. Her body bucked and twisted, and she held the vibrator inside her until the movement slowed and stopped. Spots and tiny streams of white trickled from her cunt. Laurie moaned and squealed.
After a minute of staring at the ceiling while her body stopped shaking, Laurie 's head moved down and she looked directly at the camera.
"Tell me you want to fuck me, Daddy," she said, her eyes twinkling with the lustiest expression imaginable.
I shouldn't have said it, but I did.
"I want to fuck you so bad, Laurie," I said back at the screen.
After ten more seconds, the video faded to black.
I stared, open mouthed, at the screen. My hand still gripped my cock, and both were coated in my cum. I couldn't believe what I'd done.
After a minute of paralysis, I found a tissue box and cleaned up the mess I had made.
My lust was sated, for the moment. At the same time, I worried that my soul was lost.
* * * *
I didn't see Laurie the rest of the day. She was cooped up in her room, I guessed, and I had no idea what she was doing. I ate a quick dinner of leftover stew stored in Tupperware in the refrigerator. I brooded the rest of the evening and settled into my bed in an agitated state of mind.
The next morning, I woke up, got out of bed, and walked in a daze to the kitchen. I made coffee. The air felt cooler than it had before, so I approached the thermostat on the wall to set it.
Before my fingers contacted the thermostat's touchpad an image popped up in my mind: the image of my daughter, in skimpy underwear. I wanted her to be comfortable in her underwear. If she was cold, she might have to put on more clothing.
And I . . .
I . . .
I didn't want that. I wanted her to be comfortable so she could be skimpily dressed. I punched the thermostat buttons so the temperature would be warm.
I asked myself what I was doing. I knew what I was doing, but I wondered why I was doing it. Laurie was my daughter. I shouldn't have been thinking about her the way I was, but I did. I couldn't get the images of the video and of her raw, young, open pussy out of my mind. The mental image of it drove me crazy.
I sat on a stool at the kitchen counter eating cold cereal and gulping down coffee until Laurie woke up and entered the kitchen.
Sure enough, she walked into the room in her skimpiest outfit yet - a little cropped white camisole and white panties. Not shorts, panties. She hadn't even bothered getting dressed. The front of the panties closely sculped her pubic mound and the band of fabric on either side of her hips was no more than an inch wide. She wore no bra under the camisole. The points of her nipples were clear under the white top, pointing dramatically outward.
I felt my cock stiffen and told myself I had to stop that.
"Morning, Dad," Laurie said, walking almost naked to the refrigerator
"Good morning, Laurie," I said.
She pulled out a pitcher of orange juice and poured it slowly into a glass. I tried not to, but I couldn't help but run my eyes over her body, and they zoomed in on the mounds of her nipples under the thin camisole.
I can't do this, I thought.
But I did it anyway. My eyes ran over my daughter's body like she was a stripper on a stage. I mean, she kind of was that, wasn't she? She'd sent me a video of herself, naked and showing off, frigging herself to orgasm. She'd given me the OK to look at the video. We didn't say anything about it, but the thought hung over us, unspoken, nonetheless.
A heavy quiet lay over the atmosphere as we ate breakfast together. Neither of us said anything. I tried to keep my eyes off Laurie, but every time she turned away, they went back to her. At the refrigerator door she bent over, and her pretty ass mounded in my direction, stretching and pulling the skinny gusset of her panties further into the crack of her cheeks. Her cunt, which I'd jerked off to the day before, lay just beneath, and I couldn't tamp down my keen awareness of it.
It was all I could do at breakfast to keep Laurie from catching me staring at her body. I'm not sure I did. She had to be wondering if I'd looked at the video, but she didn't say anything. I was glad to sit on the other side of the table from her so she couldn't see my otherwise obvious erection. When I was done, I shuffled out of the kitchen, turning my body away from her so she wouldn't see the cause of my embarrassment.
The whole day was like that. The two of us went about our activities separately, me trying to concentrate on what little work I had, with limited success, and Laurie off attending virtual classes or doing whatever it was she was doing. Maybe making another video, I thought.
I grilled chicken breasts on the grill in the backyard. The evening had grown pleasant and cool and stars were beginning to emerge. I threw some corn on the grill as well and downed a glass of sauvignon blanc.
Laurie set the table on the patio outside and we ate dinner together. Laurie was dressed, sort of, although still with a degree of skimpiness that would have seemed unusual before the lockdown - little shorts and a crop top, obviously, still, braless. But things seemed almost normal again. Laurie talked about her classes and shared thoughts about the craziness of the world outside. It was strange enough cooped up in the house together, but outside the world seemed trapped in a surreal haze. Being in the house with Laurie seemed almost normal by comparison. We made a toast with our glasses and wished for a speedy end to the lockdown.
I stared around the yard. I'd had so much time on my hands that I'd kept it immaculate. The patio glowed under soft lights and the water of the hot tub sparkled blue.
"That looks inviting," I said, pointing to it. "I'm going in after dinner. Want to join me?"
"Sure," Laurie said.
Neither of us had yet broken the silence about the video. I didn't want to bring it up and I dreaded the prospect of her doing so. I didn't know what I would say.
We cleaned up the dishes together, and I retreated to my bedroom to put on my swimsuit. When I was done, I posed in front of the mirror. I had a dad-bod, but it wasn't bad. I'd exercised regularly and had avoided any lockdown weight gain. I was reasonably trim and fit for a man my age. But was it good enough?
I didn't want Laurie to think badly of the way her middle-aged father looked.
I shook my head, yet again. I had to stop thinking that way. It wasn't healthy.