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The Longing: Chapter One free porn video
This is not a typical love story. It doesn’t follow the typical Hollywood tropes of boy meets girl, boy loses girl, which leads into the happy ending that leaves audiences saying “Awwww” in unison. This story, like love itself, is messy, and it definitely won’t have you saying “Awwww” by the time you reach the end. For this story is as far away from typical as you can get. It’s about how I fell in lust with my daughter, and the relationship that sprung from that desire.
My name is Simon Moore and this is my story.
I think the best place to start is not the moment I noticed my daughter was no longer a scrawny kid, but a beautiful woman. While that might be the most titillating place to begin, it’s not the beginning. For that would be my freshman year at the University of Michigan during the winter of 1985.
My roommate Tom and I were at a party this guy from one of our business classes was having at his house off campus. That’s when I first saw Abby, a beautiful blonde haired girl with a runner’s body standing to the right side of the keg.
If there was one thing people would say about me is that back then I had no game. You see in high school I never had any luck with the ladies. I wasn’t fat or ugly; rather I just lacked a little something called confidence. On that night I don’t know if it was because I was filled with liquid courage, or real courage, but I marched up to her and started talking.
It was incredible, she laughed at all my jokes, wasn’t repulsed at my dance idiotic dance moves, and most important didn’t puke when I kissed her. I should note that was the first time I kissed a girl, you know with tongue. At that point it was one of the highlights of my life. However, as our relationship continued there were more highlights; like my first blowjob, the first time I licked and fingerbanged her, and finally the first time we had sex. I’m going to admit I was in love.
In fact for the rest of our time in college were inseparable. Right after our graduation ceremony in May of 1988 I proposed, and she said, “Yes.”
I was on cloud nine. We didn’t waste time with a long engagement. We got married on Saturday, August 13th. It was the happiest day of my life. We didn’t really have time for a honeymoon, due to me starting grad school a few weeks later. However, we were planning to take one in the summer of 1989. Those plans got derailed when we discovered we were expecting. Instead every cent we had went into the baby fund.
On January 12, 1990 we welcomed Jacy Michelle Moore into the world. I couldn’t believe Abby and I could create something so perfect. I didn’t think life could get any better than this. While I thought it was great, it wasn’t easy. Going to grad school while working two jobs to support my family meant I wasn’t home very often. But the sacrifices I made kept diapers on the baby, food on the table, and the lights on in the home. Somehow we managed. Nearly three years later I had my degree and a great job offer waiting for me in Atlanta.
Things were starting to come together. I was making great money. We bought a nice home in Kennesaw. I was able to give my wife and daughter everything they wanted. We were able to take vacations every year. Life was great. Or so I thought. I guess I was too blind to see things the way they truly were. I never saw how unhappy Abby was becoming. I didn’t notice that she stopped smiling as often as she did when we first met. I didn’t notice that she was building a wall between us. I didn’t notice that the nights out with her girlfriends were becoming more frequent. I didn’t notice that she no longer loved me.
My world came crashing down the day after Labor Day in 1999. Jacy and I returned from visiting my parents in Ohio. When we arrived home there was no sign of Abby. All of her clothes, her car, and half of the money in all of our bank accounts were gone. I was frantic, and Jacy was distraught. I called all of Abby’s friends hoping to find out where she was. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity I got a call from Emma, my wife’s best friend, who told me that Abby would call me first thing in the morning.
I couldn’t sleep. All I wanted was my wife back in my bed. I wanted to hold her, caress her, and kiss her. Without her I didn’t think I’d ever be whole. After talking to her the next morning I discovered she didn’t feel the same. She no longer wanted to be a wife or mother. She felt boxed in. She wanted the freedom she felt she hadn’t had since before she met me. She was moving to New York to pursue her dream of being an artist.
The divorce devastated Jacy. Every night she cried herself to sleep wondering why her mom wanted nothing to do with her. For a while she even hated me. She accused me of driving her mom out of the house, and ruining her life. As dark as those times got I did my best to console her, and be there for her. With time our relationship healed.
Jacy grasped onto the sliver of hope that her mom would one day return. With every birthday card, and occasional phone call the false hope would build up inside her. In fact for her eleventh birthday I took her to NYC just so she could spend time with her mom. She promised she’d meet us for dinner, but she never showed up.
Jacy was worried that something happened to her mom so we went to her apartment in Hoboken, and discovered that her mom wasn’t like either of us remembered. She was strung out and incoherent. You could see track marks all of her arms and legs. The beautiful woman who stole my heart no longer existed; she was replaced by an empty shell.
A year later we heard she passed away from an overdose. When I told Jacy the news she didn’t cry. All she said was good and resumed reading her book.
Being a single dad wasn’t easy. Before my wife left me I was all about my career. I had a great job within corporate America. After the dissolution of my marriage my priorities changed, it was all about me being there for my daughter. So I left my job and struck out on my own. I became a consultant helping companies be more efficient. Which basically meant I helped them downsize. But after the recession that followed 9/11 my business was booming. Best of all I didn’t have to travel very often, with the advent of high speed Internet I could do most of my work from home.
The only thing lacking in my newly single life was a relationship. For the first year after my marriage ended I didn’t date. I was basically in a state of mourning. In the second year I the few I went on were set up by friends. They were nice ladies, but nothing clicked. I honestly started feeling that Abby was supposed to be my one and only, I was all set on spending the rest of my life alone and raising my daughter. Then Sunday February 9, 2006 happened.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. I met my best friend Kirk Shuster for lunch at the Vortex. I then made a quick trip to Borders Books to grab some new books Jacy had been wanting. Then it was off to Bally’s for an afternoon workout. That night we had dinner and watched “About a Boy” that I picked up at Blockbuster on my home. After the movie ended she went upstairs and I went to my office to do some work.
Around eleven I decided it was time to get some shuteye. As I walked up the stairs from my basement office I could hear music blaring from Jacy’s bedroom. I was fuming. She knew the rules, that after ten it was quiet time. I didn’t knock. I just stormed into her room and was prepared to yell and dramatically turn off her stereo. Instead I was taken aback. My beautiful sixteen-year old daughter was lying on top of her covers buck naked and masturbating.
Almost immediately she started yelling for me to get out. I stood there like a deer caught in headlights. All I could do was stare at her flawless body. I could feel my penis start to get hard. I just wanted to jump on the bed and kiss her from head to pussy. By the fourth of fifth time she yelled, “Get out,” I broke from my trance and left her room.
I went to mine. Took off my clothes. Jumped onto my bed, got on my stomach, placed my right hand on my cock, and started rubbing it as I placed my face deep in my pillow. The image of my daughter played in my head as I furiously masturbated. Within seconds a large load of cum exploded all over my hand. That’s when the guilt set in. I couldn’t believe I masturbated while thinking about my daughter. Tears flowed out of my eyes and down my face as the feelings of guilt built up. That night I did not sleep. I tossed and turned in my cum soaked sheets thinking I was the worst dad ever.
I didn’t want to get up the next morning. I didn’t want to face her. As a dad you sometimes have to do things you don’t want to do. Sometimes it’s take them to ballet, to their first boy/girl dance, and in my case face them after not only walking in on her masturbating, but you stroking it while thinking about her doing that very thing.
Saying our encounter that morning was awkward would be an understatement. No words were said. She couldn’t even look me in the eyes as she ate her breakfast. And I couldn’t look her in hers. Before I could even ask her if she wanted a ride to school she bolted from the house.
I was there alone. The only thing keeping me company was my perverse thoughts about my daughter. I went upstairs and stared into her empty room. I could picture her body withering in ecstasy on top of her bed. My cock was getting rock hard thinking about it. I then walked into her room, got on my knees next to her bed and started sniffing it. The thought that her pussy juices probably seeped onto her bed spread excited about me. I then stood up and went to her hamper, and grabbed a pair of her panties. I sniffed them before lowering my pants and jerking off into them. I came rather quickly. That’s when the guilt once again set in. I dropped to the floor and started crying. I was tormented by my newfound desires. I wasn’t supposed to have feelings like these. I wanted my feelings to be normal.
After showering I tried to do some work, but I couldn’t concentrate on it. I sent some emails to clients letting them know I wasn’t feeling well and hoped we could move our meetings to the next day. Thankfully all of them agreed. I then decided the best thing I needed to do was to take my mind off my thoughts, and peruse the internet.
I opened up AOL, checked my messages. Mostly spam. I then read the news, before hitting up the “Atlanta Singles” chat room. There was nothing going on in there, so I started checking out some of the other rooms. Most of them were for pic traders. I’m going to be honest, but porn wasn’t my thing, so I avoided those rooms at all cost. As I scrolled down the room list I found one called “Walked In on Daughter.”
I thought it was serendipitous that I’d find a room called that. For about twenty minutes I tried entering it. But the twenty-three people in that room chatting didn’t seem to be going anywhere. After nearly twenty minutes of trying to enter someone finally bolted and I was able to take their place.
It took a few minutes of lurking to get the hang of the room. I entered the conversation by posting, “37-year old single dad, walked in on daughter masturbating.”
Within seconds everyone in the room was private messaging me. Most of them asked if I fucked her. I ignored them. Several asked for her pic. I ignored them as well. Only one person, with the screen name Thisismysceenname said, “Been there. It’s a horrible situation to deal with.”
“Yeah,” I replied.
“What did you do after you saw her touching herself?” he asked.
“Jerked off,” I replied.
“That’s not going to help,” he typed. “You’re going to need to fuck.”
“I’m not going to fuck my daughter,” I replied.
“Not suggesting you do that,” he said. “My advice is to find a hooker that kind of sort of looks like her. Book an appointment and fuck the shit out of her. It’s not going to make the desire go away, but it’ll help satiate it.”
“I don’t even know where to find a hooker,” I replied.
“Eros.com,” he said. “Depending what city you’re in there are bound to be lots of choices.”
“Atlanta,” I replied.
“The convention city,” he said. “Lots of good ones there. I’m in Iowa. If I want to see one that looks like my daughter I have to go to Chicago.”
“That sucks,” I said.
“Tell me about it lol,” he said. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I said.
“If I sent you a pic of my daughter, would you send me one of yours?” he asked. “I promise not to share with anyone else.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I feel really weird doing that.”
“I understand,” he said. “I’m going to send mine anyways. And don’t worry it’s g-rated.”
A few seconds later I received a message from him, attached to it was a picture of him and young woman.
“How old is she?” I asked.
“Sixteen,” he replied.
“Nice,” I typed.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“She’s beautiful,” I typed.
“Thank you,” he replied. “Are you going to send?”
“No,” I replied. “I feel uncomfortable doing that.”
“I understand,” he typed. “Maybe another time?”
“Maybe,” I replied.
I then ended our chat and exited AOL. I thought about what he said about seeing a hooker that looked like my daughter. I thought that sounded like a great idea. My only worry that it had been forever and a day since the last time I last had sex. If you want an exact date it would’ve been August 24, 1999. Yep, it had been over seven years since my dick last went into a pussy.
So I went to eros.com. Went to their city selector and chose Atlanta. There were plenty of beautiful women on that site. But one caught my eye. Her name was Bella. Her pictures showed a raven-haired angel with an amazing smile. According to her profile she was 18, 5’0, 85lbs, with a 34A-24-34 frame. She was perfect. Like my daughter she appeared to be in great shape. While there was no way they’d ever be confused as twins their body types were pretty similar, which could bring my fantasy to life.
I opened up my cell phone and called her. After three rings I heard a sultry voice say, “Hello.”
“Hello,” I replied with a nervous stutter. “Is Bella there?”
“This is her,” she replied. “Who’s this?”
“Simon.” I responded. “I was wondering if you might be free this afternoon?”
“Have I seen you before?” she asked.
“No,” I replied.
“How’d you find me, Simon?” she asked.
“Eros,” I replied.
“Have you ever met anyone from Eros?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“I see,” she said. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a consultant,” I replied.
“What do you consult?” she asked.
“I help companies run more efficiently,” I said. “Which means I help companies downsize.”
“That sounds horrible,” she said.
“It kind of is,” I replied.
“Sounds stressful,” she said.
“It is,” I replied.
“When would you want to see me?” she seductively asked.
“As soon as humanly possible,” I replied.
“I’m can be ready by one, does that work for you?” she asked.
“I can be there,” I replied.
“My place is in the Highlands,” she said. “When you get down here give me a call and I’ll give you directions. And the donation is $300.”
“Ok,” I said. “I can’t wait to meet you.”
“Same here. I’ll see you in an hour,” she said before hanging up.
That didn’t give me much time. Had a quick bite, and shower before hitting the road. Forty minutes later I was in the Virginia Highlands. Pulled into a gas station parking lot and called her. As soon as she picked-up I said, “Hello.”
“Hello,” she said before giving me her address.
“That doesn’t sound like a hotel,” I said.
“It’s not,” she said. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“No,” I said.
“Cool,” she replied. “There’s only street parking. Don’t get out of your car unless you see me on the porch. Ok?”
“Ok,” I replied.
“See you soon,” she said.
As I started driving toward her house my nerves started getting the best of me. I started second guessing this decision. What if this was a police trap? If it was my life would probably be over. My brain was telling me to turn around and go home. But my little brain was telling me to meet her.
Five minutes later I turned onto her street. It was full of old, yet large homes. On the third house from the end of the street Bella was standing on the porch wearing jeans and a red jacket. I parked my car and slowly exited it. As I closed my door I waved to her. She then smiled and waved at me. I walked across the street, up her driveway and eventually up the porch. There she grabbed me by the hand, quietly opened the door, and walked me inside.
As soon as she shut the door behind her, she kissed me on the lips. We then walked up the stairs. We then walked down the upstairs hallway. She opened a door, and we walked up another staircase toward the attic.
It looked like a mini apartment. To the left of the entrance there was a large bed. To the front of the bed there was a large table surrounded by two antique chairs. To the right side of the bed was a smaller table where a computer and boom box sat on top. To the left of the entrance there was a kitchenette, a door that led to a bathroom, and what looked like a storage room.
After she closed the door behind her she came over to me, stood on her tippy toes and gave me a kiss before asking, “Simon, how tall are you?”
“Six foot one,” I replied.
“You’re handsome,” she said.
“You’re beautiful,” I said. “More beautiful than your pictures.”
“You’re so sweet,” she said with a giggle. “Do you have something for me?”
“Yeah,” I said as I pulled my wallet out of my pocket.
I then took three crisp one hundred dollar bills out of it and handed it to her. Once they hit her hand she said, “Thank you, and why don’t you make yourself feel comfortable.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Get naked, and get on the bed,” she said laughing before walking toward the bathroom.
I walked over toward the bed. Took off my clothes, folded them and placed them on the antique chairs. I then climbed onto the bed, got onto my back and started stroking my cock. Less than a minute later she walked out of the bathroom and said, “Looks like you decided to start without me.”
She then jumped on the bed. Got between my legs. Lowered her head and started sucking my cock. It had been so long since anyone touched me down there. So long in fact that the second her lips touched it I was ready to cum. I think she could sense that, because after about a minute she asked, “Are you ready for the main event?”
“Yes,” I replied.
She then reached under the pillow and pulled out a condom. She quickly opened it, and slid it on my dick. She then climbed on and started riding. In less than thirty seconds my body started trembling as cum shot out of my penis.
“Wow,” she said. “That was quick.”
“It’s been awhile,” I replied.
“How long has it been?” she asked.
“Over seven years,” I replied.
“Wow,” she said. “I normally don’t give seconds, but since it’s been that long for you I’ll make an exception.”
“Thank you,” I said as she took the condom off my cock.
“You nearly filled it up,” she said laughing.
She then jumped off the bed, and walked to the bathroom. I heard water running. She then emerged with a washcloth, jumped on the bed and started cleaning my penis. As she did that she noticed something and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said.
“Is it because you came too quick?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Then why aren’t you smiling?” she asked.
“Because this didn’t do what I expected it to do,” I said.
“I’m confused,” she said. “Was it something I did?”
“No,” I said. “I had a fantasy I wanted to fulfill, I tried playing it in my head while we fucked, but it just didn’t work.”
“What was the fantasy?” she said laughing.
“I can’t say,” I said.
“I’m the one person you can say anything to,” she said. “I’m like your therapist, but only hotter.”
That made me smile.
“So tell me,” she said.
“Ok,” I said before taking a deep breath. “I fantasize about fucking my daughter.”
“Oh that,” she said laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“I have lots of clients who love roleplaying daddy and daughter,” she said.
“So I’m not a freak?” I asked.
“You are,” she said. “But lucky for you so I am too. How long have you had this fantasy?”
“Since last night,” I replied before telling her my story.
“So you really have a daughter?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Do you have a picture of her?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said before getting off the bed, walking to the chair where my jeans were folded, reached into my pocket, grabbed my wallet and walked back to the bed. After climbing back onto it I opened my wallet and took out my pictures of Jacy and handed them to Bella.
“She’s pretty,” she said. “How old is she?”
“Sixteen,” I replied.
“She looks athletic,” she said.
“She is,” I replied. “She runs track, cross country, plays soccer, and volleyball.”
“I used to run track and cross country too,” she said.
“I can tell,” I said. “Your body is similar to hers.”
“Is that why you picked me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“That’s so hot,” she said. “I have something I think you might like.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” she said as she once again jumped off the bed, and ran toward the storage room.
For several minutes I heard rumbling coming from in there. After what seemed like an eternity she came out wearing a blonde wig. As she approached the bed she said, “Do you like this daddy?”
“Yes baby,” I said as she climbed back onto the bed.
“When you caught her was she leaning against the backboard or was she on her back?” she asked.
“Her back,” I replied.
She then got on her back and started playingTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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