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Watching My Daughter Part 1 of 5 (mf-teens, voy, mast.)
By Rzrsej

Dads are supposed to be protective of their daughters. The
stereotype is you wait in the living room when she has her first
date and scare the holy hell out of the boy, insuring she’ll be
safe and “virtuous” when she comes home. You set curfews and ask
people out in the community to keep an eye out for the couple and
make sure everything’s safe for your daughter. My own experience
has been somewhat different. Oh, I want my daughter safe, and I’d
do anything to protect her. But keeping her “virtuous” – that’s a
very different matter.

Before you get the wrong idea you should know, I’m not a
molester. I’ve never touched my daughter inappropriately or asked
her to touch me. I’ve never talked dirty to her or made a pass or
made her feel uncomfortable in any way. No one has a more
protected, peaceful life than my daughter. And it shows in who
she’s become. She’s a straight-A student, president of the
student council, and a cheerleader. For her sixteenth birthday
last month, we gave her a car. Nothing extravagant, but nice
enough. All in all, she has nothing to complain about in her
life.

To top it all off, she’s about as hot as a sixteen year old can
be. Not the huge tits and long legs type – big hair and lots of
makeup. No, her sexiness is of a very different type. She has the
blonde hair, but it’s shoulder length and straight. Her eyes are
a pale blue. Her skin is ivory. And while her boobs are about
average, a B cup I’d guess, she’s incredibly fit, with nice tone
legs, a flat stomach, and perky tits that sit up high on her
chest. She’s not the type to wear short shorts or mini-skirts
that show off all her assets. But she knows how to pick a pair of
jeans, and she’s not above showing off a touch of her belly some
days. All in all, she looks like the All-American girl – not the
slutty girls your mouth drops open about, but the sexy little
kittens you marry just so you can fuck every night.

I know, I know. I sound like the molester I said I wasn’t. Of
course, I never said I wasn’t a pervert – just not a molester.

But if you don’t have a daughter who looks like mine, I’m not
sure you can really understand what it’s like to catch her coming
out of the shower every once in a while, the steam chasing her
down the hall, a pink towel wrapped around her, but just barely
covering her ass – watching her wiggle on her cute bare feet down
the hallway to her room. Or sitting on the couch watching
basketball while she lounges on the loveseat directly across from
me, nothing on but a t-shirt and a pair of light green panties –
that’s right, I snuck a peak. Like I’m supposed to be immune to
the way her tits hang beneath the shirt or bounce about when
someone scores a couple of points.

I wouldn’t tell my wife, of course. If you don’t get it, she
certainly wouldn’t. And I wouldn’t want to upset the whole house.
After all, I’ve got it good – my wife’s no slouch in the looks
department, and we have our moments every once in a while when
Lucy’s out for a run or over at a friend’s spending the night.
But when she subtly suggests to Lucy every once in a while that
she’s too old to be prancing around the house as she does, I have
to bite my tongue in two to keep from pleading with her to keep
her prudery to herself.

It still wouldn’t have amounted to anything had the new boyfriend
not entered our lives: Brad. A nice enough kid, I think. He gets
good grades, plays drums in the marching band, and likes The
Beatles. Most dads get a bit jealous when their daughters really
fall in love that first time, but all things considered, I didn’t
have much to complain about with Brad.

They’d been going out about a month when it really started. They
were close enough now to be holding hands, and I knew they made
out some on the porch or on the living room couch when they
thought no one was paying attention. Then one night they had
decided to tag along with us to the movies – a chance for a date
where I paid for everything. Everything was normal for most of
the night. We had a bit eat beforehand, and the movie was
reasonably action packed, though it was nothing that’s going to
win an Oscar. Then on the way home, I happened to catch a
movement in my rear view mirror. The two of them sat side by
side, his arm around her, but no kissing or anything like that,
nothing really exceptional. And in the dark I probably wouldn’t
have seen anything, but in a passing car’s headlights, I happened
to notice a suspicious lump in the neighborhood of boobs, the
fingers moving ever so slowly inside her shirt.

My first thought was anger I suppose. But that was mixed with at
least two other emotions that were just as strong. The first was
pride for the guy. Good for him managing to get himself a little.
It made me remember when I was his age, desperate to feel and see
anything my date would let me, so loud was the call of my
hormones. I guess knowing he was making a move, even with my
daughter, made me feel somehow like I’d achieved something too.
And too, something about the whole experience was just very sexy.
A hot girl in the backseat getting felt up made me horny. As I
said, whether or not it was my own daughter who was involved.

Those last feelings I tried to push away, out of my head, and I
suppose I did a decent job of that at first. I tossed and turned
all night in bed. A couple of times I thought my wife was going
to send me to the couch I was so restless. I had no idea why I
couldn’t sleep – I just seemed keyed up somehow, agitated.

The next day, bleary eyed, I had trouble concentrating on work.
By lunch I was a wreck, but I thought I had put my finger on what
was bothering me. I was worried about Lucy, afraid that she was
getting in over her head, that she’d wind up letting this boy,
her first boyfriend, take advantage of her. I was afraid that
she’d wind up 16 and pregnant, completely ruin her future, throw
away all the hard work she’d put in to her academic career over
those 10 years she’d been in school.

But what can a dad do? One who’s not a hairy ape, chauvinist pig,
anyway. If I confronted her, I’d look like an ass, throwing a fit
over something innocent and showing no trust in my daughter’s
good sense. If I confronted him I’d look equally foolish, jumping
all over a situation that hadn’t really developed into anything
and accusing him of something I couldn’t really prove. Anyway,
he’d only tell Lucy, and I’d be back to square one. I might tell
my wife, but she’d only worry, and again, there was more than a
good chance she’d tell Lucy and tell her it had all started
because of me. Or so I convinced myself.

No, the only option, I was sure, was to wait and see. But not
without a little covert investigation and monitoring. I wasn’t
going through another night like last night, that I was sure
about. I’d find a way to keep tabs on how this relationship
developed, and if things seemed to be moving too fast, I’d step
in, fully justified, and put a stop to it.

Wouldn’t do any good to put it off, I thought to myself, and I
made up my mind to swing by a shop a friend of mine kept in his
back shed. As a sideline, he worked designing covert spying
devices – you know, pinhole cameras, listening devices,
heat-reading radar, that sort of thing. He had a number of
clients in the private investigation business, and I knew he
wouldn’t ask any questions. He’d probably assume Melinda was
cheating and I was trying to catch her, but oh well. It turned
out he had gadgets I hadn’t even known existed – an amazing array
of ways to watch people. He and I talked for some time about the
sort of setup I might need, and he sent me home with a trunk load
of equipment and instructions for putting it all together.

I bribed Melinda and Lucy into going out for the night, offering
them a credit card and suggesting they go visit the mall. They
were too excited at my generosity to question my motives, and
headed out after supper. They spent a fortune, but that was
probably a good thing. It took me every bit of two hours of hard
work to run wiring and set up computer monitoring programs. By
the end I was sure they were going to show up and catch me with
my pants down – so to speak. When it was all done, I had set
things up so that I could see and hear what went on when Lucy had
Brad over, even if they were “studying” in her room with the door
closed. I set the computer to record as a test, and went to lie
down on the couch, feeling very proud of myself for being the
vigilant father.

I suppose what happened from there was inevitable, but it didn’t
seem so to me at the time. After Melinda and Lucy had gone to
bed, I remembered the camera in Lucy’s room was still one, and I
snuck quietly down to my office to turn it off and erase
tonight’s recording. No point in spying on my daughter if she was
all on her own with no boyfriend to lead her astray. Still, I
knew that she’d talked to Brad for about an hour after she’d
gotten home tonight and before she’d gone to bed. I would be
remiss if I didn’t make sure there was nothing untoward in the
works.

I suppose I hadn’t thought of the fact that she’d also had a
shower before she had gotten on the phone. When I had fast
forwarded the video a bit, the first thing I saw was my cute
blonde daughter entering the room with that pink towel that had
always taunted me so much. What can I say? I’m only human, and a
man to boot. Before I had a chance to press the stop button, she
had tossed the towel on her bed and was standing at her bureau
completely nude. I hadn’t seen her naked since she was three and
needed me to adjust the hot water in the bath. I was stunned at
what I saw now. The t-shirt and panties hadn’t even come close to
revealing just how sexy she really was. Her body was lithe and
toned, from the top of her head to her toes. Her tits were large
but firm and barely moved. Her nipples were small, but
protruding, and she had begun to grow hair between her legs, but
it was still a pretty small bush.

She leaned close into the mirror for a moment to study something
on her face, a blemish, a stray eyebrow, and as she stood on her
tiptoes, she turned her ass just a bit towards me and I was newly
stunned at the way the curve of her bottom moved so smoothly into
the smooth hard plane of the back of her thigh. She tousled her
hair a bit as she looked at her own face and I was solid gone.
Oh, there was no question that she was still my little girl, and
I’d never lay a hand on her. But that didn’t change the fact that
she was virtually a work of art, and I almost felt like it would
be wrong not to enjoy the sight.

I quickly saved that section of the video and then watched
further as she picked out a pair of pink and blue-striped panties
and a loose fitting black t-shirt. She spent a couple of minutes
flipping through her calculus book, but it wasn’t long before I
heard her call “Ok,” to Melinda, indicating my wife had called
upstairs to let her know Brad was on the phone. This was what I
had ostensibly been waiting for all along, and I figured I should
probably watch this bit. After all, if I was going to allow
myself the pleasure of watching her naked, I should probably at
least do what I’d set up all this equipment for in the first
place – make sure she was being safe and not letting Brad get too
far.

I needn’t have worried. Their conversation was an hours worth of
“What did you think about that test today” and “No, I love you
more.” Still, I couldn’t help thinking that her Lucy’s “in-love”
face was entrancing, the way she grinned and blushed, even though
no one was actually there to see her. And every now and then
she’d flop over on her stomach and I had a nice view of the curve
of her ass in those perfectly fitted panties.

When at last she hung up, I thought surely it would make sense
for me to stop the video at this point and erase the rest.
Nothing to see here, and I couldn’t justify just spying on her.
Ok, I’d caught her preening in the mirror with nothing on, and no
one could be blamed for looking, but just watching her to keep
staring at her body with no one around to catch me seemed wrong.
Still, I thought it would be worthwhile to fastforward the video
a bit more just to make sure the recording was working properly.

I probably would even have stopped after ten minutes of footage
or so, had it not been for what happened next. I mean, I’m pretty
sure I was all set to hit stop and delete when she pulled the tee
over her head. How many times can I say it? I’m a man, after all.

She’d been sitting in front of the computer for most of the ten
minutes, and as they’d gone on, her stare had gotten more
intense. I’d seen her click the mouse several times, but just
before she’d taken off the shirt, she’d leaned back in her chair
a bit.

I watched as her hands roved over her beautiful tits, cupping
them, fingers moving up to pinch her nipples til they stood up. I
wondered if perhaps she was having a bit of a cyber show for
Brad. Again, I felt that strange combination of outrage and lust
mixed with pride for Brad. After all, if I’d had the chance to
see a few sets of boobs here and there when I was his age, I’d
certainly have taken the opportunity. Man, would I have taken the
opportunity. Still, I was the dad. I needed to protect my little
girl. I pulled up another program I had running that kept tabs on
Lucy’s computer screen to see what kind of show Brad was putting
on. Catch him in the act and maybe I’d have enough to confront
Lucy with. Slow this whole thing down.

It wasn’t Brad on the other end of the computer. Instead, on the
screen was a story from a repository of erotica, I suppose a bit
like this one. She wasn’t showing off for anyone; she was getting
off all on her own.

The story was pretty tame, a lot of romantic blather about two
teens who discover each other at summer camp one summer, fall in
love, and begin exploring one another’s bodies. Seemed like a lot
of nothing to me, but it was clearly having an effect on my
little girl. They were only to the point of kissing passionately,
a lot of description of tongues encircling one another, when Lucy
reached both hands down, took the sides of her underwear in them
and slid them to the floor. Absentmindedly she used one toe to
kick them aside and her one hand went to her pussy as one stayed
on the mouse, scrolling.

Her fingers teased through her mound of hair and then her middle
finger slid down between her lips. She moved it up and down
slowly, getting moisture from around the opening to her cunt and
spreading it up and down the lips and over her clit. Then she
used two fingers to rub her clit gently as she continued to read
on.

She moved her left leg up then, resting her foot on the desk,
keeping one foot on the floor but raising herself a bit by
pushing up with her toe. She had spread herself out now, and her
hand roved more freely over her pussy, her whole hand cupping
herself, her palm grinding into her clit, and then her fingers
sliding back up, spreading her lips wide until her finger settled
again on her clit. I could see from the camera view the way her
whole groin had begun to glisten with her own juices. She didn’t
say much, but I did hear her breathing heavy as she continued to
work herself.

She scrolled faster now, moving quickly through the romance and
finally settling on a scene where the two lovers had decided on a
whim to go skinny dipping. Once she had scrolled up enough so
that their first touches and encounters were on the screen but so
was the first part of the actual moments when the boy had
tentatively begun to push himself into the girl’s willing body.
Once she had it all up on the screen she let go the mouse and
moved this hand to her pussy as well. The first hand, her left,
stayed on her clit then, rubbing in circles, while with her right
hand she took two fingers and slid them slowly into the opening
of her pussy. She titled her head back then and closed her eyes
so they were almost slits. The story had obviously been
forgotten, and her mind was working overtime as her own hands
continued to work. She moved her fingers out of her pussy at one
point and put them to her lips, licking them tentatively, tasting
herself shyly before she brought her hand back to her hole.

She was getting close to an orgasm now, I could see. Her toes,
both those on the desk and those standing tip-toe on the floor
were strained and pushing, her hips pushed out and her whole body
slid down so that her ass was up obscenely in the air. Her
fingers moved faster and faster in and out while her other hand
pressed into her clit. I saw her give a little gasp, and then she
was coming. She tried hard to keep herself quiet, only making
little gasping noises and trying hard to control what she said.
But she could not control her body nearly as well. She shivered
with her orgasm, jamming her fingers deep into her own cunt and
breathing in gulps. I watched as she remained like that, feeling
every wave, for at least ten minutes. Then I watched as she bent
down and picked up her underwear. I watched as she put her
clothes back on, and I watched as she slipped under the covers,
turned out the lights, and fell blissfully to sleep. Then I
jerked off and came like I never had in my life. I had to fight
myself to keep from yelling out as the sperm spurted out of the
end of my cock.