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The Sadness

I'm Frank. My life has taken strange turns in the last year or so. I married my uni sweetheart, Evelyn. We loved each other very much. I was so happy in the twenty years we were together, the last fifteen married. I know it sounds trite, but we really were soulmates.

Our sex life wasn't adventurous - I tried suggesting different things, but Evelyn wasn't keen on anything other than the good old missionary position. Still, she was always happy for me to make love with her, so I was satisfied. She always beamed at me and kissed me deeply after I came inside her.

We had a daughter, Beth. She's sixteen now. She's a delightful girl, very smart and thoughtful, but introverted and doesn't have a lot of friends.

A year ago, Evelyn died of a heart attack. It was sudden and totally unexpected. She had always been in good health. I was devastated. She had been my other half, and now that half was ripped away from me. I had to take time off work, as I was no use there. I woke up every morning, sobbing my heart out.

Beth was hurting so much also. She had lost her mum, and I wasn't much use. Evelyn and her sister Betty had always been close, and Betty helped us out greatly by taking in Beth during the week for a while. She was back home with me every weekend, so we stayed close.

Beth moved back in for good during a school holiday period. We both missed Evelyn so much. We became closer, spending time cooking, shopping, and watching TV and movies. The latter would often find us cuddling on the couch. Sometimes we would cry together, then when we settled, we'd have a chaste kiss.    

CHAPTER 2 - The Awakening

Several months after Beth had moved back in, we were cuddling, and I looked down at her and admired what a pretty young woman she was becoming. She had such a pretty face, especially when she smiled, which she was starting to do again.

I looked up and down at her thin, athletic body and the lovely curves of her small breasts. She must have been wearing a thin bra, because I could just make out her large, dark nipples making bumps under her shirt.

My penis surged to full erection, and for a second, I relished in the return of my sexuality which had been long suppressed by my sadness at losing my beloved Evelyn. Then I was suddenly horrified at what I was doing. The view of my beautiful innocent Beth, whom I had never seen as anything sexual, had stirred up the passion that I was missing.

"Sorry Pumpkin, I have to hit the loo!" I lied, as I hurriedly shot upstairs to the toilet.

Oh my God! What had I done? I had never imagined anything between Beth and me besides a proper, loving father-daughter relationship. And a minute ago I had gazed at her lovely small breasts with their big sensual nipples, and now I remembered that I had for the briefest moment thought about caressing her nipples with my fingers and making them hard.

'Stop it, Frank, stop it! Shame on you!' I screamed silently at myself. 'She's your daughter, your innocent daughter. You cannot feel this way!'

Sitting on the toilet, I felt dizzy. My feelings, which had been in turmoil for months, were sent into a tailspin. I sat for several minutes, trying to calm down, but it wasn't working. I stood up, uneasily, and wash my hands and face and brushed my teeth.

Opening the door, I didn't feel I could see Beth again tonight, so I shouted down, "Pumpkin, I'm very tired and going to bed now. Can you shut off everything when you are done?"

"Sure, Dad, goodnight. I love you," she called back.

"I love you, Pumpkin," I replied as I headed into my bedroom, closed the door, flopped on the bed and started shaking. 'I'm not one of those horrible paedophile fathers who ruins their daughters, I'm not!' I thought to myself. After a few seconds, I realised that this was true. I had never had any inappropriate thoughts about Beth and certainly didn't want to, ever.

I changed into my pyjamas, turned out the light and got under the covers. My cock woke up again, as if to remind me that I hadn't cum in many months. I didn't want to think about Beth, so I conjured an image of Evelyn's naked body and me sliding my hard cock into her wet pussy and fucking us both to a furious cum. I stroked my cock and came within seconds.

After a minute, I realised I had used the words "cock" and "pussy" and "fucked" and "cum" in my thoughts, which I had never associated with Evelyn. It was always "penis" and "vagina" and "made love with" and "orgasm". Was my misfortune turning me into a sex maniac?

My hand was still on my cock, and it was still semi-hard, and it wanted more stroking, so I madly pounded it. This time I thought about nothing, just looked at my hand going wild on my cock and brought up more cum within a couple of minutes.    

CHAPTER 3 - The Next Morning

I woke up with my hand on my cock. I must have fallen asleep that way, with the exhaustion of my emotional turmoil and my double cum. I looked down and noticed that in my haste, I hadn't opened my pyjama top and it was covered in huge dried cum stains. Some had dripped down my cock and stained the bottom too. I would have to wash them myself. I couldn't have Beth, who usually did our laundry, find these this way.

Oh. Beth. That's what started this. My guilt returned sharply. What was I to do about my new feelings? I started down that whirlpool, but I had to go to work, so I forced the emotions down and shut them in a box for the day (or so I tried to convince myself).

I put on my robe and stepped towards the bathroom in a fog. I opened the door and heard Beth scream, "Dad!" I looked up and saw that she was showering. Through the glass, before I quickly turned my head away, I could make out her little boobs, and I could also see that she had a large, dark bush.

"Oh, sorry, sorry Pumpkin!" I yelled as I turned out the door and ran back to my bedroom.

Oh my God, that was totally accidental, but it was the last thing that I needed to see right now. My cock sprang up and refused to go down. I tried to convince it to go away, but it was too strong.

I was afraid that if I didn't do anything, Beth would notice my hard cock at breakfast, and I couldn't have that. So I dropped my robe, got on the bed and tried to get off as quickly as I could without thinking of Beth.

It was useless. The image of her dark bush kept popping before my eyes, and my cock was wanting to slide in and find her pussy to fuck. I tried to stop the image, but my cock refused to let it go. It was fucking my innocent Beth's pussy hard and fast and soon filled it with my cum.

My despair returned after my pulse returned to normal. Oh what a despicable person I was. Masturbating while thinking about my daughter. I wiped up with a tissue and looked at it. I couldn't think. I could just feel terrible.

"Okay, Dad, I'm out of the bathroom," Beth cheerily said through my door after a few minutes. I heard her close her bedroom door, so I put the robe back on and went to do my morning routine. I hoped that Beth would know it was an accident that I saw her naked, and of course, she didn't know what I had started thinking and feeling last night.

I dressed and went down to the kitchen, where Beth was eating her usual morning cereal. "Good morning, Dad!" she beamed, in a good mood for some reason. Well, that's nice, she hasn't often felt good since Evelyn died. Maybe she is recovering.

"Good morning, Pumpkin," I replied.

She smiled at me broadly. We both liked it when I called her that. I couldn't even remember how that nickname got started.

I wasn't hungry, so I said I needed to get to work. We said goodbye, and I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.    

CHAPTER 4 - The Shrink

Over the next couple of weeks, I struggled with my feelings. Of course, I tried my hardest to hide them from Beth. But when I was alone, especially in bed, my cock took over and demanded attention. I went through my bedroom box of tissues in a week.

At work, I got some relief, having something else to occupy my mind, but I was often distracted, and my performance wasn't my usual. One day I opened a drawer and found the Employee Assistance Programme brochure that my boss had given me when I returned to work after Evelyn's death. The company would pay for psychological counselling for any reason. My boss had encouraged me to take advantage of it, but at the time, my pride shoved the brochure into the drawer.

I folded the brochure into my pocket and read it when I went out to lunch. I was overwhelmed by my feelings, so I decided I needed help. I booked an appointment with a psychologist for the following evening.

When I went to the office, the door was locked, so I rang the bell outside. Soon, a man who looked to be in his early 50s greeted me. "Frank Williams, I presume?" I nodded. "I'm Dr. Frederick. Please follow me to my office."

I followed him into a well-appointed room with a desk and office chair, two leather armchairs angled half towards the desk and half towards each other and also a sofa across the room.

"Should I lie down on the sofa?" I enquired.

"I don't usually have people do that, unless it's for intensive therapy."

"Well I hope I don't need that," I joked nervously.

He let that comment slide and suggested that I sit in one armchair while he sat in the other. He had a notepad and pen on the desk but didn't hold it for now.

He asked why I was there, and I told him about Evelyn dying and how I was sad, and also how Beth was suffering because she had lost her mum and mostly lost me as a father for a while. We spent about half an hour talking about Evelyn's devotion to me and my undying love for her, and how her death had ripped my heart to shreds.

He mostly listened to me, taking a few notes, and only offered a few hints about coping. He said that he'd give more advice after knowing more.

I went quiet. He waited for me to say something else. I was thinking about my new sexual desire for Beth and how that was troubling me, but I found it hard to open up about that. After what felt like hours, he asked, "Is there anything else?"

I breathed hard and swallowed. He waited. I finally blurted, "Yes," and paused. He kept waiting. "Everything I say here is in the strictest confidence, right?"

"Yes, of course," he replied.

"Absolutely everything?"

"Absolutely."

"I told you that I love Beth dearly as a father, and that I think she loves me in return." More waiting. "Well, a couple of weeks ago, something changed. Beth and I had been watching TV, and the programme ended so I switched it off. We had been cuddling on the sofa, as we have been doing more and more since Evelyn died. We comfort each other, you know?" He nodded.

"I want you to know, Dr. Frederick, that I had never, ever had any inappropriate thoughts about Beth, let alone words or actions." I found it hard to make my confession, but eventually told him. "I was holding Beth close in my arms, comforting her and also myself, I guess. I looked down at her and..." He just kept looking at me, with sympathetic eyes. "...and for the ever time ever, Doctor, I swear, I starting thinking what a beautiful young lady she is becoming.

"Of course I had looked at her many times over the years, but... but... this time I looked at her breasts, and instead of seeing her as my innocent daughter, I saw a young woman that I wanted to touch and excite. Of course, I didn't do anything, but I'm so ashamed."

I started to sob, and he handed me some tissues and waited for me to calm down.

I finally said, "I'm not a monster, Doctor, I'm a good father. I know that it's terribly wrong to have these feelings, and I never want to hurt my wonderful Beth."

"Of course you are not a monster, Frank," he replied promptly in a consoling tone of voice. "From what you have told me, you are a fine father, and you were a wonderful husband to your wife." I was relieved when he kept talking, letting me be silent for a while.

"Let me tell you something. It is not at all unusual for fathers to feel something sexual about their daughters, especially once puberty hits and they start looking like women. Lord knows, these days some teenagers look like twenty-something sex bombs. Young girls look at celebrities and models and wonder what it's like to be like that."

"Beth has never dressed up older or anything. She's very reserved. Why am I feeling this way all of a sudden?"

He paused a moment then said, "You had the love of your life, and you suddenly lost her. You were devastated - you still are devastated. Grief has no clock. Nobody can tell you when it's time to get beyond your loss and move on.

You said that you had a satisfying sex life with your wife, and now that's gone. Your body hasn't quit working, though, and it wants an outlet. It saw your daughter as a desirable woman and gave an automatic reaction which you can't control."

"No, I can't control it, Doctor, I think about Beth so much, and in bed at night and in the morning I can't help masturbating. I try not to think about Beth when I'm doing it, but I usually can't help it. I'm such a horrible person for doing that."

He paused again. "You are not horrible, Frank. You have suffered a significant loss, and your mind and body are struggling to cope. From what you say, you recognise that it's wrong to act upon the feelings you have, and that's admirable. You are quite correct that you must control your actions, even if you can't control your emotions.

Masturbation is perfectly fine, Frank. It's a good thing to do, especially when you don't have an alternative. I can understand that you aren't ready to date yet. And I know that you are upset about thinking about Beth when you do it. I'm not a miracle worker - I cannot give you a magic solution.

Your feelings will be difficult, if not impossible, to control. Don't beat yourself up for having the feelings. Treat them as something you have to manage. I'm sorry that I can't advise better than that. But you are a loving, caring father, and you have Beth's best interests at heart. That will keep you from crossing the line.

We need to talk more, but our session time is up. Is this time each week good for you?" I nodded.

"Okay, then I'll note that down and schedule you in each week."

"How long will I need to keep coming?" I asked.

"Until you feel you can manage the situation without me. There's no set timeline," he replied. "The one piece of advice I have for you, Frank, is to keep these feelings to yourself, except for me, of course. You cannot burden Beth with them. She will be confused, and at her age, she could be hurt."

"I understand. I never want to hurt my wonderful Beth."

"I know you don't, and you won't."

"Thank you so much, Dr. Frederick. I feel a bit better. You've given me something to think about."

"I'm pleased that I can help, Frank. See you next week. Bye."

"Bye."

On my way home, I was disappointed not to have a total solution to my problem, but at least Dr. Frederick seemed to be sure that I was not a monster. I can't be - I love Beth so much, and I want the absolute best for her.    

CHAPTER 5 - Managing

"Hi Dad, how was work?" Beth asked as she ran up to me and welcomed me home with a kiss.

"Fine, Pumpkin, fine," I lied. I had told her I was working late, rather than tell her I was seeing a shrink, which would raise questions. She had already eaten, so I microwaved a meal and sat at the kitchen table to eat it. She sat with me and told me that she had met someone at school that she liked.

"That's nice, Beth. You don't have a lot of friends."

"That's true, Dad. I'm picky, I guess. I find most kids stupid or gross or snobby. Kathy's not any of those. And she's pretty, too. Well, I've got homework, so I'll go up to my room and do it."

"Okay, Pumpkin."

I was relieved that I could be alone to process what we talked about at the shrink's. He said I can't get rid of my feelings for Beth, but I have to manage them. And I can't let her know about them. So how do I do that?

One thing I decided was to see what I could wear at home to keep an erection from being noticed. I went up to my bedroom and went through my clothes. I tried on different bottoms. Trackies were risky - soft fabric showed off what's underneath. Jeans seemed best - the thick material hid an erection better than anything else. Now for tops, I tried several but decided that a shirt with long tails worn out, over my crotch, would be best.

I couldn't stop cuddling with Beth. We both loved that, non-sexually. I could hardly tell her I can't cuddle any more because she turns me on. I'll have to be very careful with my arm and keep it on her shoulder.

I figured I couldn't stop masturbating, and if Beth popped into my thoughts, well I'd have to live with that. She could never know about that, though. I would have to be careful about moaning. I'd try to think about Evelyn instead of Beth. It had worked a few times. No guilt in that.

Would porn work to give me an alternative to thinking about Beth while masturbating? Hmmm, I started my laptop and began searching for legitimate vendors. I found one in Sydney that seemed pretty classy and browsed through the categories. I clicked on "Young" and found dozens of entries. I pulled up several and was relieved to see that in all cases, models were 18 or older. So this isn't a kiddie porn store.

Each video allowed you to sample a few seconds. I was getting really turned on by these young (legal) girls who were dressed up and made up to look younger. I watched several, and my cock loved them, and I didn't think about Beth once. I went crazy and ordered ten. I had them sent to a post office collection box, so Beth wouldn't accidentally receive the package and open it.

I felt better that I was taking measures to manage my feelings. Of course, my cock was throbbing from seeing the young girl videos, so I lay on my bed and had a quick jerk off. I didn't think about Beth until it was all over, so maybe I was making progress.

All this had tired me out, so I went to the bathroom for my pre-bed rituals. Oh yes, here's another thing on the list - always knock on the bathroom door to make sure Beth isn't in there - I couldn't risk seeing her naked again. She wasn't, so I finished and knocked on her bedroom door. "Pumpkin, I'm going to bed."

"Okay Dad, come in and kiss me goodnight."

I came in, and she was still dressed as she had been, thankfully. I kissed her and told her I loved her very much. "I love you too, Dad!"

I closed her door and went back to my bedroom and changed into fresh pyjamas. Lying in bed, thinking about everything made my head spin again.

Well, at least I had a plan now. My cock wanted me to look at video samples again, but I just remembered them instead and stroked my cock to the cute young girls before going to sleep.    

CHAPTER 6 - New Routines

My life settled into my new routines to manage my urges. Beth was her usual self and seemed to be getting along better. I was happy about that. My work improved. My emotions stabilised a bit.

I went back to the psychologist. "How's it going?" he asked, without prompting me for any specifics. I told him what I had thought about to manage myself, and he thought it was all good, although he wasn't sure about the porn, which I hadn't received yet.

"Keep track of how often you think of Beth when you masturbate, and see if it gets less often," he advised. I said that I would do that.

We talked a bit more, then I thanked him for the session. He wanted me to come back for a while, as this was a tough management case. I assured him that I would.

When I got home, I saw that I had an email that my package had been delivered to the box at the post office. I got excited and made a mental note to pick it up the next day.

I set my alarm a little earlier, so I could masturbate before Beth got up. I didn't want to have a raging hard-on when she sees me in the morning.

Beth never seemed to pick up on my inner turmoil. I was very grateful for that. I remembered the shrink telling me that I should not burden Beth with the knowledge of my feelings for her.    

CHAPTER 7 - The Porn

The next day after work, I picked up the package from the box. As promised, it was in a plain outer envelope with no clue as to its contents. I drove home with a constant erection. I hoped that this would be the answer to my problem.

Beth ran up to me and gave me a big kiss to welcome me home. She seemed to be actually happy, for which I was very glad.

"What's in the package, Dad?"

"Oh, uh, uh, just samples for work," I lied. "How come you're so happy, Beth?"

"Oh, I don't know, I just feel better. Kathy spends time with me after school, and she's so nice."

"That's great, Pumpkin."

"So Dad, when are you going to start meeting new people?"

"Uh, oh, well I guess I'm just not ready to."

"I don't like seeing you unhappy, Dad."

"I know, Pumpkin, I know. I don't know..."

After dinner, we watched a movie, cuddling, and for once, my feelings for her weren't overwhelming. I did catch myself looking down at her body a couple of times, but I looked away quickly. My erection was off and on, never too hard, thankfully.

I said that I needed an early night. "You're always tired, Dad. You need to ease up and relax."

"Yes, someday..."

I went up to the bathroom to clean up for the night then went into my bedroom and closed the door, making sure it was locked. I ripped open the package and saw the ten porn videos I had ordered. Why did I order so many? Ah well, here they are. I stripped off and sat at my desk.

I fired up the laptop, found my headphones, and hooked up the external DVD drive. The first one was called Sweet Little Girls. Sounds enticing. Several previews showed girls, all of whom had small boobs, about Beth's size. Oh dear, I was supposed to be distracted from Beth.

The first scene started. The girl was dressed as a schoolgirl in uniform. Her hair was in pigtails, and she looked 15. She was doing homework in her room when her "dad" came in. She leapt up and shouted, "Welcome home, Daddy," and ran over and kissed him and plastered her young body all over him. He sat down on the bed.

There was some stupid dialogue as an excuse for a plot before she started stripping for him. She was down to her knickers when she sat on his lap and offered her little boobs to the man's mouth. He hungrily sucked and licked at her boobs and nipples for a minute while she ground her pussy on his crotch.

My cock was sticking straight up now, and I had to start stroking it slowly.

She then stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. She dropped to her knees and took off his belt, pants and underwear. Then she took his cock into her mouth and sucked it up and down until it was hard. After several minutes of this, she stood up and took off her knickers.

She then got back on his lap again, and this time reached behind her to guide his cock into her pussy. Her dad sucked on her nipples as she fucked him for several more minutes.

I was so incredibly excited. I was stroking my cock faster and faster.

Finally, he looked ready to cum, and he shouted, "Oh Cindy, ride me. Ride my hard cock. Ohhhhh". He thrust his cock up into her hard and fast and moaned. I could see cum seeping out from around his cock.

That made me squirt my cum hard up my body. A bit even hit my chin. I must have had ten squirts before finally running dry. Wow, this porn is good.

Then another scene started. Oh my goodness, another girl with tiny boobs. I didn't think I could watch another, but I couldn't hit Stop. My cock roused again, and I found myself stroking again. The plot was similar, but this time he took her from behind, then pulled out and squirted over her back.

Having cum once, I didn't cum again until the third scene. He fucked her in the missionary position, and I had a good look at her little boobs jiggling as he pounded her. He pulled out and squirted onto her boobs. That set me off, and I had several more jets of cum on me.

A fourth scene started, but I'd had enough. I stopped and ejected the DVD and put it back in the case. I wiped myself off and then put on my pyjamas. Now, where should I keep my porn so that Beth doesn't find it? I found a shoebox and emptied it and put them in there, and put the box on a high shelf in my closet.

I went to bed but found myself seeing tiny boobs, and I had to jerk off once more. At least I hadn't thought of Beth once while cumming, so I guessed this was working.    

CHAPTER 8 - The Dating Scene

A few evenings later, Beth said after dinner, "I've got something to show you, Dad," and she ran upstairs and back down with a sheet of paper.

"You know I've talked about my friend Kathy?" I nodded. "Well her dad lost his wife too. She didn't die, but she left him for another man a few years ago. He was very lonely for a long time.

"I asked Kathy if her dad had started dating, and she said that he had used a few dating services. We talked a bit about that, and Kathy offered to ask her dad to write up a review of the services that he has tried.

"Kathy sent me this today, and I printed it out for you." She handed me the paper and smiled broadly as if this was the answer to all of my problems.

"Oh I don't know, Pumpkin. I don't think I'm ready."

"It can't hurt to read it now and put it away for later, Dad."

I sighed and said, "Okay, if it will make you happy." I read the email from Mike, Kathy's dad.

----------------------------------------- Frank,

You don't know me, but my daughter Kathy has become friends with your daughter Beth. Kathy mentioned that Beth told her about your wife's sudden death. I'm so sorry that happened to you - you must be so lost. I know I was when my bitch of a wife abandoned us.

I was so hurt that I couldn't think about anything besides surviving, for myself and for Kathy. Once the bitter divorce was settled, Kathy started asking me when I would begin to meeting someone else. She's such a darling, and she wants me to be happy.

It took a long time for me to start, but eventually, I tried a few dating services. Beth must really love you, because she wanted me to write up what I thought about them. So here goes.

For all sites, you create an account and set up a profile, where you describe yourself, what you want, and what you are looking for in another person. You search through people's profiles, and when you see one you like, you send them a message via the site.

They will read it and may choose to ignore it (happens a lot) or tell you no thanks, or if you're lucky they'll message back. Usually, a few messages between interested people are sent through the site before exchanging emails or phone numbers for further communication.

There are two basic types of sites: casual sex and real relationships.

If you want casual sex, there are lots of sites. These are generally free to join, but to send a message to a woman costs a small amount of money - usually you buy tokens in bulk then use them up.

I had several dates using the casual sites, and I had some good sex with no strings attached. If that's what you want, this is probably the way to go, for now anyway. I'd recommend Adult Dating as one that is pretty good.

A couple of the sites specialise in affairs with married or attached people. If this is your thing, you're welcome to it, but I chose not to use them.

I did get rather annoyed at the vast numbers of fake profiles on the casual sex sites. I think that some of them are planted by the site itself to encourage guys to spend their tokens on what never leads to a date.

If you want a real relationship, there are a few reputable sites. Two that I've tried are Life Partners and True Love. Both of them require you to fill out extensive questionnaires and also write quite a lot about what you are looking for.

Before you are allowed to connect, your profile is reviewed by a person who gives feedback. They do this to try to weed out the creeps and also to tailor your profile to help you meet your best matches.

The real relationship sites have annual fees which are quite a bit, but there are no costs per connection, like with the casual sex sites.

I had several dates from both sites. I would say that in my case, Life Partners did the best matching. A number of the women were nice, but what they wanted didn't really match what I wanted.

One woman I dated through Life Partners was really special, and I liked her a lot. We got on well, but she wanted us to commit pretty early and eventually marry. I had to tell her that I wasn't quite ready for that, even though I thought that she was a real catch.

I wish you luck. It's never easy, but when you've been hurt by a loss, it's doubly scary.

Feel free to email me or call me if you want to have a chat.

Cheers,

Mike -----------------------------------------

I read Mike's email twice and looked at Beth and said, "I don't know." That seemed to be my stock excuse.

"Oh dad, I know it's hard, but it can't hurt to try. I want you to be happy, and you've been so sad." She hugged me tight, planting her body fully onto mine. I held her close and felt her love pour into me.

"You can practice kissing with me, Dad," Beth said as she planted her lips onto mine and started kissing me softly. I kissed her back and started caressing her back with my hands before I realised what I was doing. My cock knew very well what I was doing, and it was getting hard, pressing up against her leg.

I gently pushed Beth away, saying, "Oh Beth, we can't do this. It's wrong. You're my daughter, not my lover."

She pouted for a second, then smiled and said, "Okay, Dad. But promise you'll think about dating."

I sighed and said, "I'll think about it", not really meaning to.    

CHAPTER 9 - Beth Bubbles

A few evenings later, Beth came up to me. "Hey Dad, you know that I've mentioned my friend Kathy?"

"Yes, I know. How are you getting along?"

"We're really good friends now. Um, is it okay if I invite her to spend the night on Saturday?"

I thought for a moment and said, "Sure, that's fine."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Dad," she squealed as she flung herself at me and gave me a huge sloppy kiss. Then she ran up to her bedroom, I assume to call Kathy and give her the invitation.

Beth was insufferably bubbly between then and when Kathy arrived. Actually I was delighted. She hadn't been truly happy since Evelyn died, but she now seemed to be happy again. I started wondering when it would be my turn.

Beth seemed to be increasingly affectionate with me. Her hugs were more full-body, her little boobs pressing against my chest. Her kisses lasted maybe a little longer than daughters should kiss their dads. Or was I making this up because of my desire for her?

In any case, I started thinking about her more and more when I masturbated. On Friday night, I decided to watch porn downstairs after Beth had gone to bed. My cock was rock hard all night in anticipation, and I had to work hard to hide it from Beth.

When she kissed me goodnight, she held me tight, and I think she felt my erection. She actually pressed against it. Oh God, surely she can't be having those kinds of feelings for me, can she?

After I heard Beth go to bed, I did my night routine and changed into pyjamas. I lay in bed for half an hour to let her fall asleep, gently stroking my hard cock.

I then got up, got a DVD - Sweet Little Girls again - and tiptoed out of my room to hers and very carefully opened the door a crack to listen. I heard her snoring softly, so I closed the door and tiptoed downstairs.

I turned on the TV and DVD player, turning the volume all the way down. I started the DVD and then realised I would need tissues, so I got a box.

Watching the first young girl strip for her "daddy" and offer her tiny boobs to him while rubbing her pussy on his cock made me so excited. I felt like I was only a massive cock and a hand stroking it. The rest of my body had disappeared.

Her sucking really drove me crazy, but when she sat on his cock and started milking it with her tight pussy, I had to listen so I turned up the volume until I could just hear it, hoping it was too soft to wake up Beth.

Oh, that did it - thinking about Beth. Now I was just a massive cock, with Beth's tight pussy milking me. At the end I heard him shout, "Oh Cindy, ride me. Ride my hard cock. Ohhhhh".

How I didn't cum, I didn't know, but my hand reappeared and rewound the DVD back before he cums, then it grabbed a wad of tissues from the box.

I stroked my cock furiously, and when he came, I whispered in unison, "Oh Beth, ride me. Ride my hard cock." My cock squirted several huge jets of cum into the wad of tissues, soaking them.

I stopped the DVD and sat there, panting from my huge cum. It felt fantastic, even as I realised that I had lost all progress in my quest to quit thinking about Beth that way. I wallowed in my lust, helpless, until I roused myself to eject the DVD, put it back in its case, turn everything off and head back to bed.

The house was totally dark, so I had to turn on the upstairs hallway light to go up the stairs. Just before reaching Beth's bedroom door, she suddenly came out. She was in her nightie, and hadn't worn a bra, so I could see her beautiful little boobs with their delicious big dark nipples.

I couldn't think but was just standing there, staring at her in my lusty fog. Beth finally said, "Hi, Dad, I had to pee. Were you watching a movie?" Glancing down, she saw the DVD and gave a tiny gasp - "Oh" - and went on to the bathroom. I looked down, and to my horror, a naked young girl was right there on the cover with her little boobs.

Oh no, now Beth knew that I watched porn. How could I ever explain? I locked myself in my bedroom and hid the DVDs.

Lying in bed, I thought about Beth's discovery. Well, I am an adult, and there's nothing terrible about an adult watching porn, is there? No, but now she was aware that I masturbated.

I worried about that until the image of Beth in her nightie came back to me. I gazed at the remembered image of her big nipples. In my mind, I fell to my knees and licked and sucked on her nipples as I stroked my cock madly again. Grabbing more tissues, I filledTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.