A little indulgence
It's been a few days, you've been doing your best to forget about what you saw in your daughter's room, but it's hard to put if out of your mind. Everyone's gone to bed for the night but you and there is this movie that your buddy gave you, it's called 'Barely Legal Lolita's'. You're desperate for something to take your mind off your daughter so you put it into the machine and hit play.
The music starts and you're greeted with options to see various species of girls, there's even one of your species and it prompts you to select that one, perhaps this will get your mind back where it belongs. The scene starts with a young lady dressed in a cute little pink outfit with a skirt not unlike the girls are wearing to school; it clings tight to her hips and then puffs out nearly straight showing milky white ruffles that barely hide her panties. The top of the outfit is low cut and shows pert young breasts covered in more of that delightful pink with milky white ruffles. She's sucking on something, what it is doesn't matter as much as what she's doing with it, her tongue sliding out and down along the length as she giggles. One of her hands slides up over her breast and cups that tender flesh gently.
You decide this will do nicely and set the remote control down on the arm of the couch getting more comfortable as your cock springs to life. A quick tug and the string becomes loose enough for you to slip your hand into your sleep shorts. You pull yourself out and start to slowly stroke up and down, eyes glued to the screen. The girl there has slipped her hand down into her panties, the thing she was sucking on has disappeared and she's groping over herself in ways that you wish you could. Then her panties are pulled down and she's bending over something, a bed or a chair, you don't care what it is, just that her bare backside comes into view with her fingers buried deep inside her tender young pussy. Your hand moves faster stroking just the way you like, thumb spreading the seeping pre down along the shaft.
Your nose catches the scent of your wife's perfume and under it the dusky flavor of arousal. So she wasn't asleep yet, perhaps you can work this into one of the better nights and get her to come and give you a hand? Keeping your eyes on the screen as if you don't know she's there you start to show off a little more, leaning back into the couch and sliding your hips forward so she has a better view of your hand stroking up and down along your length. You hear her soft gasp and chuckle to yourself, trying to keep your eyes on the screen as the girl there moves to putting that sucker, yes a phallic shaped sucker on a stick, into her pussy and stroking it in and out.
You're breathing fast by this point, knowing that you're close to the point of no return, your hand fisted around your cock and pumping quickly now. You reach down with your other hand to grab your sac and fondle it, giving a little squeeze as you hear her fast heavy breathing behind you. She smell's so delicious that it's driving you mad. Finally you open your lips and whisper in that husky deep voice you get when you're turned on, "Do you want a taste?"
A startled squeak sounds behind you and suddenly there is a rush of movement, you turn your head to look back and see your daughter trip on the lowest step, stumbling her way up the stairs on her hands and feet her ass in the air showing off cute little white cotton panties under a skirt much like the young lady on the screen is wearing. The sight is all it takes for your cock to explode in your hand, shooting up your chest and covering you with the thick richness of your seed.
The girl on the screen keeps fucking herself unobserved as you slump into the couch berating yourself for letting your daughter catch you like this, and for having that reaction a second time in as many days. God what kind of pervert are you anyway, jerking off and asking her if she wants to taste you... So what if you thought it was your wife, it wasn't and that's inexcusable! Again you find yourself cleaning up your mess with a conflicted sense of shame. You shut off the movie and take it out of the machine, putting it back into its case. You make sure all traces of your little indulgence are gone but the scent, then slink quietly up the stairs to your room.
Down the hall the door to your daughter's room is firmly closed as it should be and you slip into your own room to crawl into bed beside your blissfully sleeping wife. Once more you spend a sleepless night tossing and turning and wondering how you ended up in this mess in the first place.