[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9grj9f/watching_my_daughter_mf_masturbation/)
Watching My Daughter, Part 2
**This story is a work of fiction**
I wish I could say that I quit spying after that first time, so embarrassed at masturbating to my own daughter’s body that I was guilted into stopping. But I wish even more than she had put on that good a show every night. I was clearly not going to stop watching. Instead, I bought an external hard drive to hold all the files I began archiving. Lucy only masturbated a couple of times a week, but I made sure I had each one of them for watching later. I taped all of her after-shower changing just for good measure. I made a solemn promise to myself that I would never touch her myself. Nor would I ever let on to what I had seen and knew, since I had no wish to make her feel ashamed in any way. But I wasn’t about to give up what I could see. As long as I could live with myself, no one was getting hurt. And I could more than live with myself.
It was another month, though, before anything new happened. I’d begun to think all my worries about Brad and Lucy were over nothing. I had changed from being glad of that fact to being a bit disappointed. Watching Lucy finger herself was nice (It had crossed my mind to leave a dildo in the mailbox for her to find at some point, but I knew better than to risk something like that), but I was becoming more and more drawn to the idea of watching her with someone else. Lucy, on the other hand, was not going to let someone have her so easily, a stance I suppose I had to be proud of.
But Brad being a boy, he wasn’t going to simply give up. Sixteen year olds aren’t even capable of that sort of restraint. And so it was bound to happen sooner or later. She’d already let him feel her up; I knew that much. And when he had the chance, he was determined to take things to the next step.
It was a Friday night, and they’d decided to stay in instead of going out. Eventually, Lucy made an excuse about their wanting to watch something better than the “old people movies” Melinda and I had ordered from Netflix and asked if she and Brad could watch something in her room. Melinda and I had talked about this some and decided that it was time we let Lucy have a bit of freedom and privacy. Melinda had talked to her at length about being safe and we’d decided that at some point we simply had to trust her to know what was right. So, after giving one another a look, my wife and I consented.
The two lovebirds disappeared – we knew to go up and make out a bit – and we continued watching for a couple of hours until it was close to midnight and time for a very tousled Brad to say his goodbyes and head home. It was hour before Melinda had gotten drowsy and turned over to go to sleep. I mumbled something about remembering some work I had to do and head downstairs to my office. It was almost quaint to watch, and I flashed back throughout to my own youth and the maneuvers I’d come up with to try to get from one base to another. The two of them debated for a while over what movie to watch, both of them knowing I would guess that they wouldn’t watch much of it. Once the movie was in, Lucy turned off the lights and in the glow from the TV they snuggled down together on a couple of pillows. Brad’s hands were roving over her chest before the opening credits were over, and not long after that she had turned to him and they had begun to kiss. As young lovers will do, they kissed for what seemed a never-ending length of time, testing new positions with their heads and trying out new movements with their lips and tongues. Brad’s hands only became more aggressive the longer they kissed. While Lucy’s hands moved to the back of Brad’s head and held him close, his right hand held her breasts over her shirt and gently squeezed. She let him, and I thought about the night I’d first seen her masturbate when she’d pinched her own nipples.
Slowly, as though he thought she might not be noticing, or that his hands had somehow hypnotized her, his hand began moving down towards her waist, until he was playing with the hem of her shirt, his fingers encircling her belly button. I remembered doing that myself, thinking I was getting away with something and never considering that what I was doing the girl was letting me do. Finding no resistance, he put his palm on her naked belly,his fingers inching up until his hand was fully under her shirt.I could see his hand reach inside her bra, his hand cupping her naked breast, his fingers finding her nipple.
It was half way into the movie when he finally made the move to unhook her bra. I thought her tits must be completely raw, as much time as he’d spent rubbing them, but she helpfully arched her back a bit off the bed and allowed him to reach around. It took him some time to get it unhooked, and I thought that this must be one of the first times he’d gone so far, but at length he got it off and, pushing the fabric up onto the top of her chest,his hands roamed freely now as they continued to kiss.
That was as far as he got that night, and for another two weeks in fact. He got faster at getting to it, but was still a bit too cautious, I suppose, to move further. He’d still never seen her breasts, and he’d not made any attempt to get below the waist.Finally one night, though, he made a careful move, wriggling one finger into the waistband of her jeans. She moved then to put her hand over his, and he hesitated. He held her hand for a moment,as if reassuring her would be the key he was looking for. And indeed, it seemed to work to a certain extent. He maneuvered until he had wriggled his whole hand down the front of her jeans,and I could see his fingers working down until he was actually able to touch the hair between her legs. I could see though that the’d never make it further with her jeans that tight, and I was right. He finally gave up, moving his hand back up to her tits for a while before the night came to an end.
I knew he was having an effect on her by the way her masturbation sessions began to become more intense, and I knew it wouldn’t belong before she’d let him go further. And in fact, the very next time he was over, he was bold enough to unbutton and unzip her before wriggling his hand down. I could see him get his fingers all the way down to her slit, and though it was obviously a tight fit, the growth of his cock in his own jeans made clear that this was blowing his mind. And at movie’s end, he did something I’m not sure I would have expected at this point. I certainly wouldn’t have moved so quickly when I was his age. He leaned in close to her and I heard him whisper, “Can I see you?”
“I don’t know, Brad” she whispered in return. “I don’t know if I’m really ready for that yet.”
“I don’t want to have sex,” he reassured her, though I could hear in his voice that there was a “yet” at the end of that sentence,and I suspected Lucy could too. “I just want to see what you look like, what you really look like.”
“Ok,” she said after thinking about it for a moment. “But I’m not ready for sex!” though I could hear somewhere in what she’d said that there was a “yet” hanging in the air too.
She tiptoed to the door and made sure it was locked. I’m not sure what good that would do if her mother or I came knocking – how she would managed to get dressed without raising an alarm. But she needn’t have worried, since I made sure to give the kids their privacy – so to speak. Then she sat crosslegged on the end of her bed, still only in the light from the television, and pulled shirt and bra over her head laying them neatly beside her.Then, without waiting to hear his response, which at this point was a just a slack jaw dropping anyway, she stood up, kicked off her shoes and socks and slid jeans, panties and all slowly down her hips, her thighs, over legs and then stepped out of the puddle they made on the floor. She lay down on the bed then, he hands at her sides as he looked at her. “You can look if you want,” she said, “but that’s all!” she reminded him with a waggling finger,though I could hear in her voice that there was real warning behind the words.
He looked at her then, lying still on the bed, his eyes traveling first over her breasts, flat but firm, then to her stomach, and finally to the patch of hair below her waist. “Wow,” he said under his breath, “you’re so beautiful.” It was something between being caught up in the moment of excitement at this 16 year old girl laid out before him, and knowing he needed to thank her in some way for doing this. But I had to agree with him. She was amazingly sexy, all the more for lying there in the soft glow of the TV, allowing herself to be vulnerable.
He lay down beside her then, and moved up next to her, kissing her gently on the neck. She turned her head, allowing him to kiss her mouth. As they started up one of their long necking sessions,his hands immediately went to work, shaky in this new unfettered access, anxious to touch all of her, to feel every part. He squeezed her breasts, letting his hand drag down the length of her, his palm pressing into belly, then rotating so that his fingers grazed her pubic hair. She parted her legs slightly to allow him access, and his finger moved between her legs. Not really understanding the need to go slow, his middle finger was immediately in her, probing, feeling inside her for the first time. I could see her juices on his finger as he pulled it back in and that pushed back in. I could also see his cock standing at attention in his jeans, pressed against her bare thigh. At length, she moved her hand down to cover his, guiding him, moving his finger up to her clit and showing him how to rub it in circles. Then, her hand on his, back down to her opening, back and forth she guided him, showing him how she liked it, teaching him the rhythm I’d seen her use many times when she masturbated.As she drew near her climax, their kissing became more frantic.She would break the kiss to catch breath and then come at him again. Her hips gyrated slightly, and she arched her back, and then, pressing his hand into her so that his palm rested on her clit and his finger pushed inside her, she came, breaking the kiss completely, burying her head in his neck and whimpering softly, “Oh God, oh God!”
He held her for a long time as the movie continued to play,unwatched. His hard penis continued to remain against her leg,but she made move to do anything about it, simply nuzzling and cooing in his ear. Finally, she sat up and put on her bra and the rest of her clothes.
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Cant wait for part 3!