[Incest][Daddy/daughter] Spying on my naked teen daughter

I didn’t know what sort of cursed luck I kept having, because I’d stumble upon Missy in compromising situations at least once or twice a day, when she was visiting us.

And I knew that the proper thing a father should do in situations like those would be to turn away, but Missy… Jesus, Missy was such a beautiful girl. I couldn’t believe she was my daughter, she seemed so much better and sweeter and kinder and sexier than both me and her mom put together.

And I had to admit, at least to myself, that while I was Missy’s hero, as she liked to call me, I was still a man. I was a weak man, with a soft spot for beautiful women, in this case my own daughter. I was battling an addiction to her not unlike the one my wife had to her wine. But while I never sought out my vice, I still got drunk on the sight of her, when the opportunity presented itself.

And it had presented itself tonight again.

The sound of her soft, contented, humming had lured me to her bedroom. I had meant to ask what had made her so happy. I liked it when she shared her joys and college victories with me. Her happiness made my days, my entire life, worth living.

But as I followed her sweet, melodious voice around the small space, I found myself looking at her as she was taking a shower and I simply froze in place.

I’d seen her fully naked just once before, but this was something else. It was a different sort of nudity, a softer, more sensual one that the overtly sexual act I had first caught a glimpse of her womanly body in.

She had her back to the door and was gently scrubbing herself.

I watched as the sponge left fading pink marks on the expanse of white skin and I fought an impulse to capture her in my arms and make her let me kiss them away. Like for a scraped knee, daddy would kiss the sting away.

I was then mesmerized by her hand slowly running that blue square over her chest and round, bouncy, ass. Her cheeks were begging for a spanking. I wanted to punish her for being so beautiful and so out of reach.

And then my breath caught. I literally forgot how to inhale and exhale when she passed that sponge between her skinny girlish legs. It left a foamy spot in its wake, covering her puffy mound.

She then pressed the damned thing against her flesh and squeezed out the water. Some of it went down her legs in large rivulets. Some of it fell onto the tiled floor in droplets. All of it made me wonder if I could make my sweet girl squirt. If I could fuck her so hard and good, that her pussy exploded like a volcano.

She dipped her hands there once.

Twice.

Ten times.

My cock ached with need. Watching Missy like this was both a blessing and a curse. How could I have such perfection under my own roof and not be allowed to enjoy her? I wanted, I wanted, I so wanted for her to turn around and invite me into the shower stall with her and to let me to clean her body with my tongue. I’d have lapped at her tits and cunt all night long, until her knees buckled and she had to ride my shoulders, because I wasn’t done drinking her juices.

I was just thinking that she was so concerned with being clean down there, when it occurred to me that the gesture was probably making her pussy feel good.

She passed it over her little slit over and over again, softly gasping. Her head was tilted back and then she turned around and I almost ran out of there. But her eyes were closed and she positioned herself so that the shower head rained fresh water over her breasts, making them seem like ripe fruit. Shiny, plump and juicy-looking, with their puckered pink nipples, I ached to bite into one. I even found myself jealous over that sponge. How silly was that?

I would have loved to stay until the end, but I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk her turning around and seeing me, seeing my erection, asking me about it.

So I had left her bathroom, but not before stealing one last glance at her.

Beautiful, young, perfect Missy.

My salvation and my damnation.

The one thing I wished I could have and enjoy, the way a man enjoyed a woman, and the one thing I would probably never have.

Because there was no way she felt the same about me.

God.

If only she did.

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