22 [F4M] What would daddy do?

It's been a long day. Everyone was on my back today, worried that I wouldn't be able to meet the big deadline for the project we have been working on for the past three months. My god, some of the people I work with are real cunts. I've never let them down in the past, but they just go into panic mode if we hit a few snags at crunch-time. They all need to just chill a bit and that is exactly what I'm going to do when I get home. I'm going to pour myself a bourbon on the rocks and just melt into the couch for an hour or so. There shouldn't be anyone home when I get there, so I'll finally have some peace and quiet, even if it's only for about an hour until the wife and daughter get home from spending my money at the mall.

When I pull into the garage, I see the wife's car is gone. That's a good sign, I'm not into being assaulted with a million questions the minute I get in the house. Time to go change and then pour myself a drink. I go to my room, get out of my work clothes and throw on a pair of bedpants and a t-shirt. I am in for the night and not getting off of the couch. I head back downstairs and pour myself that drink. Man, does the bourbon taste good. As I finish the last sip, I can feel my troubles slip away. I start to pour another when I hear a "thump" upstairs. It's probably just the house settling I think to myself and I go back to pouring my second drink.

I sit back down and take a sip. Just then, I get a text, it's the wife and she's met a friend at the mall and they are going to have dinner and catch up. I can't believe my luck, this means I'll have the house to myself for at least another three hours! My wife and her friend will talk non-stop and I'll be able to relax. They'll bore the fuck out of my daughter, but that's her problem. She'll just have her face burried in her phone after about ten minutes anyway.

There's that thumping noise coming from upstairs again, I'd better go see what the hell it is. I walk upstairs and check my room. Nothing. I check the guest bedroom and other bathroom and everything is quiet. The door to your room is closed, I'll just take a quick peek inside to see if you left anything pugged in that could be making that noise. I open the door and my relaxing evening comes to a screeching halt. I can't believe my eyes, there in front of the mirror is my little girl, legs in the air, black panties pushed to the side, taking a selfie of your tight, wet, little pussy.

I am in shock. I knew you were a bit boy crazy, always on your phone texing and giggling with your friends about the cute guys in your class, but I never thought you were a dirty little slut! You have your earbuds in and are positioned away from me so you haven't noticed me in your doorway. I want to scream at you, but I just can't look away. I am mezmerized by the way you are fingering your pussy and grinding away as you snap pic after pic of that sweet little cunt. You slip off your panties and plunge two fingers deep inside your wet mound.

Maybe it's the drinks I've had, but I can feel my cock getting hard. I am totally lost in the sight of you masturbating. I can't remember the last time I was this turned on. I look down and see my cock is rock hard. Seeing my erection, I snap out of my daze and collect myself. I can't be having these thoughts about my own daughter! It's time to calm down and be the adult. I step back into the hallway and collect myself. Once I'm calm, I step back into your room and position myself so I can be seen in the corner of your mirror. It takes you a couple of seconds, but when you see my refection, you let out a scream. You jump up, drop your phone, rip off your earbuds and yell "Don't you know how to fucking knock!".

"Hey! watch that mouth young lady". Though that's probably what I should expect from a girl who takes pics of her crotch and sends them to god-only-knows how many little pervets in you class. "You were supposed to be working late!" you shout. I did, it's 7:45. You must have lost track of the time while you were whoring it up. Why aren't you out shopping with your mother? "That's so boring" you say, "She just wanders around forever". Just then, you look down and realize that your panties are on the floor. You start to bend down to pick them up and I tell you to stop. "Why?" you ask, giving me a puzzled look. Because now it's time to see the error of your slutty ways. I sit down on your bed and tell you to get across my lap.

(So, do you like where this is going? Should I continue?)

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