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Subject: {ASSM} My Daughter Caught Me (pt. 3) by DaddyOh! 09/07 (Mf, inc?, mast, voy) 3400 words
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Summary: After Richard's daughter Taylor catches him in a chat room
and makes him jerk off in front of her, he mistakenly confesses to his
wife
and is surprised at her reaction. Afterward, he gets excited again and
makes
another daughter-related judgment error.

NOTE: This story is completely fictional. It contains explicit sexual
content and is intended for adults only. If you are under 18 or
offended by such material, please do not read.

I've only posted a few stories and I'm just figuring this all out.
I love to hear feedback! DaddyOh! (Jake)

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Story: My Daughter Caught Me (pt. 3) by DaddyOh! 09/07 (Mf, inc?,
mast, voy) 3400 words

When Taylor, my 15 y.o. daughter caught me in a schoolgirl chatroom
and made me masturbate in front of her, I thought I had experienced
life's weirdest moment. I was wrong...by a long shot.

Taylor had promised that if I did what she demanded, if I jerked
myself off while she watched, she would not tell her mom what she
caught me doing. But when I went to bed that night, I had no idea what
to expect from my wife.  After I got into bed, Rachel said something
that made me thing that she already knew about what happened with
Taylor. She didn't know after all. So, I confessed for no reason. I
thought my wife would kill me when she heard I had cum in front of our
daughter. But Rachel actually got turned on by the idea and told me
she thought Taylor wanted me to seduce her.

You would think that after getting caught by my daughter and dodging
the bullet I expected my wife to send my way (figuratively and
literally), I would have been on my best behavior. However, horny man
that I am, it didn't take long for me to find myself in a compromising
position again. The truth was that I couldn't stop thinking about how
it felt to masturbate in front of Taylor. She just stood there,
staring at me, telling me what to do, demanding that I continue. I
kept wondering why she would react that way. And when I thought of my
wife Rachel, how she not only got turned on by what happened, but that
she actually suggested that I have sex with Taylor, I was simply
beside myself. I could think of nothing else and I had a constant hard-
on.

A couple of days after all this happened, I was again thinking about
it constantly. It was early afternoon and I had the day off from work.
I felt confident I was alone in the house for a few hours (my first
error!). I was in my downstairs office, surfing websites and chat
rooms as I often do. I kept thinking about Taylor standing in the
doorway watching me. I began to wonder if she was so innocent herself.
"What does she look at online?" I thought. "I'll bet I could find
something in the History on her computer." I told myself that I really
wouldn't be able to get on, that she would have a password preventing
me or her siblings from prying into her private world (my second
error!). With that feeling of security that I wouldn't see anything
anyway, I foolishly went upstairs to Taylor's room.

My daughter's room was that of a typical 15 y.o. girl. She had
celebrity pictures on the walls from movies, TV and music. The walls
were painted a variety of colors and her furniture was right out of
Pottery Barn Teen. Next to her desk was a stack of her favorite
magazines like CosmoGirl and Seventeen. I did a quick listen to make
sure all was quiet and that no one had come home while I was ascending
the stairs. All seemed as it should be. I sat down at Taylor's desk
and booted up her computer. It was my old PC and it took a terribly
long time to get started. As I sat there, I grabbed the magazine off
the top of the stack. Ashlee Simpson stared back at me. Damn she was
gorgeous. I don't know much about her, but I do know she had a nose
job a while back and she looked much better before. I kind of like big
noses on pretty girls. And she has a cleft in her chin, which I also
find very sexy. I thumbed through the magazine and found the spread of
her. "Shit!" I said, aloud but quietly. Ashlee looked incredible. She
was standing up, looking sideways at the camera, she had the big nose,
chin cleft, beautiful eyes, fabulous blond hair, and she was wearing
this black vest with only a bra underneath (silky and white with pink
flowers and one silk flower in the middle) and very skimpy pink
shorts. She was showing some awe-inspiring cleavage, just offering it
to the camera. If I wasn't excited enough thinking about Taylor, as
well as being in her room waiting for her computer to boot up, seeing
Ashlee was enough to put me over the edge. My cock began to stiffen in
my pants as I looked at the picture.

The computer was up now, but sure as I had thought, it asked for a
password. Although I tried a few for the hell of it, "Oh well, back to
Ashlee for just a minute," I thought. After more pictures of her, the
subject turned to sister Jessica Simpson, mostly in a small red bikini
from her Dukes of Hazard movie. She may be a pain in the ass, but I
think she's gorgeous. Between the pictures and the knowledge that I
was alone in Taylor's room, trying to find sexual material on her
computer so I could catch her as she had caught me, I had become very
horny. Feeling renewed confidence that I was alone, I decided that it
would do no harm, and that it would actually be kind of fun to  at
least stroke myself in my daughter's room. I didn't plan to finish
there, rather I figured I would go to my own room or back to my
downstairs office for that.

I undid my belt and unzipped my pants with some anticipation, pulling
my briefs down below my balls and exposing my erection. I got a real
rush from being where I was and having my cock out. I picked up the
magazine again with one hand, took a nice long look at Ashlee's
cleavage and began slowly stroking myself with the other. Not only did
it feel great to touch myself, but I couldn't get over how exciting it
was to know my dick was getting stimulation in the room where my 15
y.o. daughter sleeps, undresses, and maybe even touches herself? I
closed my eyes and pictured that for a while, gently stroking my hard-
on, which was indeed very hard.

When I opened them, I saw not only Ashlee Simpson staring at me from
the pages of the magazine, but Taylor standing in the doorway, a look
of disgust on her face. "What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing in
my room and what the fuck are you doing jerking off in here?!?" she
yelled.

"T-T-Taylor," I stuttered, my mind a complete blank, no idea what to
say next.

"Are you insane, Daddy?" she continued. It's not bad enough I catch
you doing this in your office, now you're in my room jerking yourself?
What the fuck is the matter with you?" She looked to the computer
screen. "Were you trying to get into my computer? What the hell were
you doing that for?"

"Taylor," I tried again, "I just was...after the last time when
you...I was trying to..."

"Yea?" she said, "You were trying to what? Show even more what a dirty
old man you are? So you decided to snoop into my computer and you got
so turned on you had to stroke your dick in my room?"

"Well, Honey," I said, still at a total loss. "Um, I was looking for a
file and I thought you might have it. And, um, I was just sitting here
looking at your magazines and well, I got kind of excited." My dick
was still in my hand, although it wasn't quite as rock hard as it had
been thirty seconds earlier. For the first time, Taylor looked at the
magazine I was holding.

"I can't believe you're jerking off with my magazines, in my room!"
she said. Then she paused to think for a moment. She looked again at
the magazine and seemed to have an idea. "You like Ashlee Simpson?
Obviously you do."

Not knowing what else to say, I replied, "Well, yea. I think she's
really beautiful, although not as much since she got a nose job." It
felt totally bizarre to say something that belonged in a normal
conversation while I was holding my exposed erection in front of my
teenage daughter.

"You like girls with big noses, huh?" She said. "Big tits and asses
too, I bet. Give me that. "She took the magazine from my hand and
looked closely at the pictures of Ashlee. "So, what were you thinking
about doing to her?"

"What do you mean?" I said.

"You were looking at her and stroking yourself. What do you want to do
to her. Tell me." she said.

"Are you serious, Taylor?" I said. "Come on now, I'm sorry about this
Honey. I didn't mean for this to happen. Just let me..." I moved to
begin putting my cock back into my pants.

"Oh no!" she yelled again. "You started this and you're gonna finish
it."

"Taylor, not again," I said, not moving, continuing to hold myself.

"Yes, again. You're not going to pull this crap and get away with it,
Daddy." she said forcefully. "Keep stroking that thing and tell me
what you want to do to Ashlee Simpson. Tell me what you were thinking
when you were sitting at my desk, in my room with your dick in your
hand."

Still at a total loss, I obediently said, "Um, I guess I was thinking
about how beautiful she is, what a great body she has."

"And? What do you want to do to her?" she said. She then turned a few
pages and said, "Were you turned on by Jessica too?" I nodded. "Well,
what do you want to do with them, Daddy? Tell me, now! And keep
jerking that."

As I began moving my hand up and down on my cock again, it quickly
returned to full erection. "I uh," I started, "I guess I wanted both
of them to suck me."

"I'm sure that's not all you thought of, was it Daddy? Tell me." she
replied.

"I want them to suck me off and I want to cum on those beautiful
faces." I blurted out.

"So, my Daddy wants to cum on the faces of pretty blond girls, huh?
How nice." she said sarcastically. "Well then, let's see what else we
have in the pile. She reached for the stack of magazine, tossed a
couple aside and chose another. I began to open my mouth in protest,
but Taylor quickly said, "Don't say a thing unless I tell you to. And
jerk harder. I obliged on both demands. "How about Britney?" She
opened another magazine to pictures of Britney Spears looking
incredibly hot. "She's another hot blond. You wanna cum on her face
too?"

"Uh, well, she is beautiful. I actually really like her ass.
Especially at times when she's been a little on the chubbier side and
it was a little bigger" I said.

"And what do you want to do with Britney's ass, Daddy?" Taylor said.

"I guess I want to kiss it, lick it and fuck it," I said.

"I'm sure you do, Daddy," Taylor said, tossing the magazine to her
desk. "Here's another you probably like." She picked up another from
the stack, opening it to her chosen pages. "You like Lindsay Lohan?
She's not so skinny in these pictures. What do you want to do to her?"

"Yes, I do like her," I replied, stroking a bit faster now. The
weirdness of it all was subsiding a bit and I was starting to feel
less embarrassed and somewhat excited by what was happening. "I liked
her before she lost so much weight. I really loved it when her boobs
were really big. I wanna kiss and suck them, then fuck them and cum on
them."

"Daddy wants to tit-fuck Lindsay Lohan!" she remarked. She found
another and picked it up. "Oh, here we go, Daddy!" I'm pretty sure
that this one is your favorite. She showed me the cover of Seventeen
with a picture of Hilary Duff around age 16. "Hilary Duff. Good old
Lizzie McGuire. I know how much she turns you on, Daddy."

"How do you know that, Taylor?" I said.

"Daddy. Do you think I'm stupid? Remember when you used to watch
Lizzie McGuire with me all the time? When I was like 12? That's when I
first really understood what a hard-on was. I would watch with you and
I'd be on your lap. And after a while, I would feel a bulge and you
would give me some excuse why I had to move off. I didn't understand
for a time, but then I figure it out. You were so horny for Lizzie
McGuire that it made you hard."

"Now that's ridiculous, Taylor," I countered. I did not get erect when
you were sitting on my lap and I was not turned on by Lizzie McGuire,"
I lied.

"Give me a fucking break, Daddy! You got hard all the time!" she
replied. "And that's not all. You don't know this, but that's also the
first time I saw you jerking off, watching Lizzie McGuire."

"What are you talking about?" I said.

"One night," she began, "I came downstairs to get something. I saw the
TV on in the family room. I thought everyone was in bed, so I went in
to check and see who it was. There was Lizzie McGuire on TV. And there
you were, on the couch, your big dick sticking out of your boxers.
That's the first time I saw an actual hard cock and the first time I
saw a guy jerking off."

"Taylor!" I said, hoping to sound convincing. "That is ridiculous. It
never happened."

"Like hell it never happened," she retorted. "I saw you jerk off,
Daddy. You stroked and stroked, like you're doing right now. And I got
close enough that I could not only see, I could hear you. You were
saying things like, 'Oh, fuck! What a beautiful face! Ohhh, fuck me
Lizzie. Fuck your Daddy, Sweetie. Yea, that's it, ride Daddy's dick,
Lizzie Baby.' Then I got to see you cum. You moaned and squirted all
over yourself, then I turned and sneaked back upstairs. I even know
which episode of Lizzie it was, Daddy. The one where she gets her very
first bra." There was nothing I could say. She described the events
perfectly. She was absolutely right. I was very horny over young
Hilary Duff, I did get hard when Taylor was on my lap and we were
watching the show and I often stayed up late and jerked myself while
it was on.

"So, Daddy," she said. "Tell me what you wanted to do to Lizzie all
those times."

"I wanted to touch her incredible little body, kiss her from head to
toe, put my mouth everywhere, my tongue in every hole, then I wanted
to fuck her little brains out," I said. "Is that what you wanted to
hear, Taylor? You're right about everything. Taylor, why are you
making me do this?"

"Because I was fascinated when I saw you jerking off, Daddy," Taylor
said. "I loved seeing your hard cock and I loved seeing you cum. It
made me want to know about sex. And now, in some way, I wanna get you
back for that. I can't exactly explain it. But I want you to keep
jerking your dick, Daddy. I mean it."

"Taylor," I replied. "This has gone far enough. We're going to stop
this right now." Again I moved to put my erection away.

"It's up to you, Daddy." Taylor replied. "But I'll tell you one thing.
If you stop and don't do what I say, you'll never get to see these."

"See what?" I said. Taylor turned to fully face me and partly unzipped
her sweatshirt to reveal part of her breasts. I then realized that she
had come from soccer practice and this was probably why she had come
home early. Taylor had beautiful breasts and she did not appear to
have worn a bra home. "Taylor. What makes you think I want to see your
breasts?" I said, unconvincingly.

"Daddy, I catch you looking at my tits all the time," she replied.
"You look down my shirt so much you must think they show ESPN in my
cleavage. And maybe, if you do what I say, you'll get to see them. Not
today, but sometime." She unzipped a bit more, exposing additional
flesh. "But if you don't, you'll just have to keep dreaming about
them. And about this." She turned around and slid her shorts down on
hips, exposing just a hint of her crack. "Or, this." She turned back
and pulled her shorts down further. I could see the band of her
underwear and her pelvic bones. I knew what was not too far below and
I wanted to see all of it, very badly. "Tell me you want to see me,
Daddy. Tell me you want to see my tits."

"Taylor, I..." I stammered.

"Tell me, Daddy," she said. Or this is over and you'll never see them,
ever. I won't even let you see cleavage anymore. Tell me you want to
see my tits."

"Taylor," I replied. "I really want to see you tits."

"And my ass?" she asked.

"And your ass," I replied.

"And?" she said.

"And, I want to see your pussy, Taylor," I said. Your Daddy wants to
see you naked. OK? Is that what you wanted to hear? You turn your
Daddy on, and he wants to see your body." Without fully realizing, I
had begun to jerk my dick harder and faster. "Please show me your
tits, Honey. Show Daddy those beautiful tits, please?"

"Oh, that's what your daughter wanted to hear, Daddy! Your daughter
who caught you jerking off in her room wanted to hear how much Daddy
wants to see her naked! Keep jerking it, Daddy. Jerk it for your
little girl. Cum for me, Daddy. Cum on yourself just like when you
were watching Lizzie McGuire." I was getting close and jerking faster
than ever. Taylor put her hand back on her zipper, suggesting she
would expose more. "Cum for me, Daddy. Shoot your cum on yourself."
The zipper moved just slightly downward as my orgasm began. My cock
jerked convulsively in my hand and cum began to squirt. I leaned back
to it would not go onto her desk or her floor. I had an enormous
orgasm, cum shooting all the way up my chest, all over my t-shirt.
Taylor just watched, her hand poised on her sweatshirt zipper.

"Oh, Taylor," I said, again at a loss for words.

"I think you like this little game, Daddy," she said, as she pulled up
her zipper, then her shorts. "If you keep doing what I want, you just
might get to see what you've been hoping for. Maybe. Just don't piss
me off. And don't show up in my room with you cock out uninvited
again." I sat there, cum soaking into my shirt, and put my now
deflating dick away, finally.

"OK, Taylor," I replied. "Whatever you want, Honey." With that, she
did something I never would have expected. Taylor went over to her
hamper, reached in, pulled out a pair of her worn panties, purple
cotton with white flowers, then threw them in my face. They fell to my
lap.

"I'm going to take a shower. Clean yourself up and get out of my
room," She said.

The End

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