Oh my God, Heather’s coming home, I just heard her reveal, on our little, voyeuristic webcam.
I quickly rolled off of Heather’s bed and made my way back to my bedroom. I hurried into my bathroom, starting the shower. While I waited for the water to get hot, I went into my closet and retrieved my digital camcorder and tripod. I placed the camera a few feet away from the side of the bed, framing most of my bedroom, including my door. Then I ran a cable to the TV, and changed the input to display the camera’s output. Satisfied with my positioning of the camera, I went into the shower.
I didn’t really know what Heather’s plans were, but I knew we would be together in my bed. And if tonight is the only night we do this, I am going to have a very high-quality recording of it, I thought. I washed the remains of my spent enjoyment off my body, freshened my shave on my face and chest, then exited the shower. I brushed my teeth and swished some mouthwash, before returning to my bedroom.
I didn’t want to just be laying in bed when Heather got home. If the night was going to be special, I wanted it to play out as a story on video. So I decided to dress as if I had just come home from work – dress slacks, collared shirt, sport coat, and loafers. I spritzed on a bit of cologne and finished preparing my bedroom. After making the bed, I placed a few candles on each nightstand. I turned the overhead light off and made sure the camera picked up enough light from the bedside lamp.
When I heard Heather’s car pull into the driveway, I hurried to the kitchen to pour a glass of bourbon. I wanted her to see me outside of the bedroom, dressed, to let her know I was expecting tonight to be more eventful.
“Whoa!” Heather said, as the front door closed behind her. “Don’t you look great!”
I smiled and held up my glass of bourbon, “Just thought it would…”
“No!” Heather interrupted, walking over to give me a hug. “I love it! I need to shower, obviously. And then I’ll get changed too,” she finished, quietly.
“OK, Honey. I’ve um…set up the REAL video camera in my bedroom. I didn’t feel like moving your webcam back and forth,” I said, nervously laughing.
“Oh!” Heather said, raising her eyebrows. “I guess I need to put on something…special.” Heather smiled big, turned, and headed to her room. My sexy daughter knew I would watch her walk down the hall. So she playfully exaggerated her hip movements, quickening my pulse.
By the time I got back into my room, Heather had already started her shower. Is it really possible for her to be as eager as I am about this? I questioned. I used the remote for the camera to zoom in on the doorway, checking the output on the TV. There wouldn’t be any more direction after Heather entered the room, but I wanted a close-up when I opened the door.
I resisted the urge to watch Heather get dressed, wanting to be surprised. The shower went silent, and I swore I could hear my own heart beating. I had seen my daughter’s naked body. I had watched her boyfriend cum on her tits. And I had made a video of myself jacking off while CJ fucked her. But this moment of anticipation was the most intense and exciting thrill I could ever remember having.
I took a sip of my drink, noticing my glass was almost empty. So I went to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle. As soon as I returned to my bedroom and closed the door, I heard Heather’s heels clicking a slow, sexy cadence down the hall.
Gentle knocking on my door. I checked the TV one more time, making sure it would capture the moment, then I turned the knob. There was my beautiful, sexy daughter, wearing a white blouse, school-girl miniskirt, and heels.
“Wow,” I whispered. “You look so beautiful, Baby.”
Heather looked into my eyes, as my lust burned holes in her beautiful face. She gave me a little smile, accepting my desire, then studied our surroundings.
“Oh, I love the candl…” Heather began to whisper.
I interrupted her, by placing my hands at her waist, bringing her attention immediately back to my face. My hands traveled slowly up Heather’s body, generously feeling the sides of her breasts, before coming to rest under her arms. I gently pulled her closer, keeping her gaze locked on mine. Heather closed her eyes and quietly moaned, through parted lips, as I brought my mouth to hers.
I had intended the kiss to be a slow, sensual act, a memorable moment – our first kiss, captured on video, to be remembered forever. Heather plunged her tongue past my lips and began aggressively licking and probing my mouth. Her moans, and obscenely loud kissing noises created a much more passionate moment.
My hands were no longer being satisfied at Heather’s side. They reached hungrily to the front of Heather’s tits, grabbing, squeezing, massaging. After a minute of hard kissing and feeling up my daughter’s breasts, I stepped back, both of us panting.
“I have been wanting to do that for so long, Baby,” I admitted.
Heather took a few rapid breaths, held my gaze, and simply said, “More.”
I immediately stepped into another kiss, feeding one hand on Heather’s tits. I supported her back with my other hand, and pushed her against the wall. Then I used both hands to pull Heather’s blouse open, ripping the buttons off. Heather groaned into my mouth, as our lips and tongues competed for dominance in each other’s mouths.
My hand traveled down Heather’s back until I was able to find the zipper to her skirt. She arched her back, letting me unzip that sexy miniskirt. It fell silently to the floor. I took Heather’s hands and held them to the wall, above her head. Both of us groaned loudly as I fucked my daughter against the wall, hard, over our clothes.
I banged Heather over and over, thrusting my hard cock against her pussy, until my orgasm approached the event horizon. We slowed our kissing, and I released Heather’s arms, giving her back control of her body.
Once our immediate, passionate need had been fulfilled, I broke our kiss again. We both looked down to watch my hands caress my daughter’s full breasts for a few seconds, as we caught our breath.
“You are so beautiful, Baby,” lightly kissing Heather’s lips. “All I want,” kissing her neck. “Everything I need,” kissing her shoulder. Then looking back into my daughter’s eyes, “All I think about.”
Heather gave me a little smile and whispered, “I didn’t know how much I wanted this…until you kissed me.”
“Well…that kiss will DEFINITELY be worth seeing again,” I said, quietly, moving my hands back to the side of Heather’s breast, still lightly embracing her.
Heather exhaled hard, “Yes. It made the room start spinning.”
“Mmm. Mmm. My God, Baby. Don’t move. I want to take a picture of you.”
“So beautiful. I could just stare at you all night.”
Heather nodded at me, seriously. We looked at each other in silence as my daughter slowly removed her blouse, letting it fall to the floor.
I put my hands to work on the buttons of my own shirt, eyes locked on my daughter’s beautiful face. Once unbuttoned, Heather gently rubbed her hands up my chest, and slid my shirt off. Our muted dialog continued as I watched Heather reach behind and unfasten her bra.
Heather’s hands went down to her sides, in consent, for me to slide her bra straps from her shoulders. I exhaled, shakily, when my hands felt the smooth skin of my daughter’s breasts, for the first time.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered.
Heather took my hand and led me over to the bed. She lay down on her side and watched me slide my pants down and off.
I used the remote to cancel the camera zoom – widening the view to capture the entire room. Then I tossed the remote and fixed my eyes, once again, on my beautiful daughter
“Ohhh, Daddy,” Heather whispered, slowly rubbing my cock over my boxer briefs.
I put my hand on Heather’s hip, nudging her onto her back. My daughter lifted her bottom off the bed, surrendering her panties. I slid them down and off, gliding my hand back up in between Heather’s legs, opening her.
When my hand reached its destination, Heather gave me a generous moan of pleasure. Then she tugged my underwear down, letting them fall to the floor.
“Oh God, Heather,” I panted, when she wrapped her hand around my cock. I slid a finger between my daughter’s very wet folds.
Heather opened her legs a bit more and raised her hips, in wanting submission. I began finger fucking my daughter, slowly. When I eased a second finger into Heather’s pussy, she thrust her hips up, sharply.
“Yes!” Heather groaned, and began vigorously jerking my cock.
Heather was not subtle in her cue, so I obliged her. I started finger fucking my little girl, hard and fast. I grabbed Heather’s tits, and finger banged her pussy, moaning as she tightly fisted my cock.
“Oh, God!” I said, loudly. “Yes! Stroke it, Baby. Mmmm.”
“I want your big dick all over me,” Heather moaned, then rubbed the tip of my cock against her nipple, as she stroked me.
“Oh yes, Heather! Rub my cock on your tits. Mmm. I want to fuck every part of your body!”
“Yes, Daddy! Yes! Get on top of me and fuck me!”
“Oh God, Baby! I want to fuck you so bad!” I groaned, loudly.
“I want your cock in me right now, Daddy! I want you to fuck me and cum in me.”
“Oh fuck, Heather! I’m cumming!”
“Yes! Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me and cum in me!”
Heather continued jerking me hard and fast, placing her other hand on mine. She drove her hips off the bed and held my fingers inside, as her pussy gushed.
“Give it to me, Daddy. Cum on my tits!”
I shot cum on Heather’s incredible breasts. The most satisfying orgasm of my life, splashed on my own daughter’s body. Our heavy breathing was a combination of spent sexual tension, physical exhaustion, and lustful release.
I eased my fingers out of my little girl’s pussy and brought them to my mouth, tasting her. Heather kept my cock hard and sensitively twitching, as she rubbed it on her breasts.
I leaned down and kissed my gorgeous daughter. And with her lips still contacting mine, my beautiful little girl smiled, and whispered, “It’s just touching.”
End of Part – 9
