It was an early Saturday morning. Once I heard Courtney park in the driveway, I opened the front door. There was my 31 year old daughter who recently co-starred in her first theatrical play, which was hopefully her first step into her lifelong dream of having a full-time acting career. I stepped outside to greet her, and to help carry her things. She smiled once she saw me, and I smiled back. She was wearing a simple, yet fashionable outfit consisting of a tshirt, scarf, jeans, and flip flops on her feet.
“Morning dad,” she said with her usual beaming smile.
“Morning. How was the drive?”
“Same old. I love the view out here.”
I nodded. “So do I. It beats living in the city.”
“It’s not that good,” she teased back.
When she opened her trunk, I helped carry her things.
“You’re only staying here for the weekend, right?” I asked jokingly, as I lifted her heavy luggage. “Do you have any plans to move back in here with me?”
“Only for the weekend. I like coming prepared.”
I struggled carrying her luggage into my house. “I can tell.”
The rest of the day was nice. We did leisurely things together. During the morning, we laid by the pool on the lounge chairs. I made us freshly squeezed juice. We talked, mostly small things. It was good to know that she was doing alright. And she was glad to know that I was also doing okay. I grilled us some lunch that afternoon. She rested after. I could tell she was tired from what must have been a hectic week. She took a nap in the late-afternoon. In the evening, I cooked us dinner and we shared a few laughs.
Once dinner was finished, I made us some coffee, and brought out dessert which I had kept in the refrigerator.
“So…” I said, after serving the food. “You usually don’t sleep over unless you have something important on your mind. Mind telling me what it is?”
She smiled at me and gave a torturous long pause. “Take a guess.”
“Are you moving?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head.
“Are you engaged?”
“Are you pregnant?”
Courtney gave me a stern look. “No, I’m not pregnant. It’s work related.”
“Are you starring in your own stage show?”
“Not exactly. But close.”
“You’re better off just telling me,” I said in defeat. “We’ll be here all night if I have to guess.”
Her face beamed with excitement. “I got my first part in a movie.”
I was completely taken aback, and temporarily at a loss for words. She looked happy. Her eyes said it all. In all honesty, it didn’t really matter to me if she was in a movie or not. I didn’t care about trivial things like that. I just wanted her to be happy. She was doing what she loved, and that made me proud.
“That’s wonderful,” I said. “I’m so proud of you. I’m sure you’ll be great.”
“Can you believe it?”
“Of course I can. You’re a uniquely talented young woman.”
“Aren’t you going to ask who’s directing it?” she said.
It didn’t really matter to me, but she wanted me to ask, so I did.
“Francesco Grainier Pierre.”
I had no clue who that was. Nor did I care. If she was happy working with him, then I was happy to hear about it.
“Oh, that’s interesting,” I replied.
“You have no idea who he is, do you?” she asked. “Your eyes almost glazed over for a second.”
“I’ve never heard of the man.”
“He makes independent movies,” Courtney explained. “His films are critically praised, and are universally beloved in the art community. I can’t believe I’m actually going to be involved in an upcoming project of his. I’m so excited!”
“That’s wonderful. Are you going to be the main star?”
She shook her head. “No, but that’s okay. I have a moderate sized part as the co-lead, which I love. I can totally relate to the character I’m playing, besides, it’s freaking Pierre’s next movie. If I was in it for just two seconds, I would still be thrilled.”
I reached out and held her hand. “Just so you know, I’m only happy because you’re happy. All of this talk about being in a movie, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as you’re doing what you love, and your heart is in the right place, I couldn’t be more proud of you.”
“You’re so sweet,” she replied in a heartfelt manner. “I love you dad.”
Courtney stood up and gave me a kiss on the forehead, and then she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. I couldn’t remember the last time she hugged me like that.
I searched the internet before bed, looking at the director Courtney would be working with using Wikipedia and IMDB. She was right, the man was critically acclaimed. He had written and directed a number of independent films in the past two decades. Browsing through his filmography, I noticed that some of his movies had well known actors and actresses. Some of his other movies featured lead actors which I had never heard of. For a moment, it was kind of mind boggling to think that my daughter could possibly share the screen with a big name Hollywood talent.
I continued looking through the list of recent movies he’s made using Wikipedia. What eventually struck me was the amount of sexual content in his stories. Some of his movies were coming-of-age stories focused on female sexuality. Some movies were erotic thrillers. Others featured lesbian stories. The one thing they all had in common was the amount of sex.
Then I checked IMDB to see what people had to say about his films. The clear consensus was that he was a very talented filmmaker, with a unique style and beautiful imagery. Everyone was quick to praise his level of artistry and talent. Apparently the dialogue he writes is top notch. There were also many comments about how erotic his movies were, and how they were heart pounding at times. There was also criticisms by some women claiming the director has a tendency to over sexualize female characters to the point where it was almost degrading.
My joy and happiness for Courtney was quickly turning to nervousness and anxiety. Could my little girl do such a thing? Is there something she’s not telling me? Could she possibly do a nude scene on film? Even worse, could she do a sex scene? No. It couldn’t be. Not my daughter. But I had to ask. I had to be sure.
I made my daughter’s favorite breakfast the next morning; french toast made with croissants, fruit syrup, bananas, and freshly squeezed orange juice.
She was wearing a large white tshirt and baggy pajama pants while we ate. Her long hair was an utter mess, and she sat cross legged on the chair, with her bare feet hanging out.
“This is so good,” she said while chewing her food. “Seriously dad, you should open a restaurant or something.”
“I like my current job.”
“It pays more right?”
“Something like that,” I replied. “Speaking of which, last night I stayed up late and looked up the director you’ll be working with. He seems like a really talented guy.”
Courtney gave me a curious look. “Yeah, he is.”
“Anything you want to tell me?”
“He makes really good movies. They’re a little on the adult side in terms of demographics, but I’m in that demographic now. I can make my own decisions.”
“Anything else?” I asked, prying for more.
Courtney shrugged. “There’s going to be a lot of sex in the movie. Obviously you knew that, otherwise you wouldn’t be asking me. I can see that concerned parent look on your face. You always hate it when you think I’m about to do something crazy.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy for working with him. The critics and audience seem to think he’s an amazing filmmaker.”
“I was just making sure you know what you’re doing. That’s all.”
Courtney paused and looked at me. “Dad, if there’s something else you want to ask me, then ask. It’s okay. I want us to be open and honest with each other.”
“Are you going to do a nude scene in the movie?” I asked bluntly.
“Promise you won’t be mad?”
Right then and there, my worst fear had come true. I knew Courtney was going to do a nude scene in a movie, and there was no talking her out of it. Her mind was made, and everything was set. She’s a stubborn girl who always gets her way. Maybe it’s because I spoiled her growing up. Or maybe because she got that attribute from me.
“I promise. I won’t be mad.”
Courtney took a deep breath. “I’ve spoken with the director of the film, and I’ve already agreed to do several nude scenes for him. All of them will be tasteful, I promise. Are you mad yet?”
“No,” I sighed. “I’m not mad. But that’s a lot for a parent to handle.”
“I completely understand why you feel this way. I can understand if you’re upset. But please, trust me. I think this movie is something great. It’s also a major opportunity, and I firmly believe that this part could help me transition into becoming a movie actress.”
“Is that what your manager says?” I asked.
“We both agreed that this would be best for my career.”
“Are you mad?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “When were you planning on telling me?”
“I wanted to explain everything to you when the time was right. But last night, you kind of rushed things by asking me what I was doing here. When I told you I got the part in the movie, you looked so happy, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood. So I was planning on telling you later today when everything got settled.”
“I’m still very happy for you.”
“Thanks dad,” she replied. “I knew you would understand.”
Courtney stood up and gave me a hug while I sat. It was the same as the night before, except this time, I could feel that she wasn’t wearing a bra, which made me slightly uncomfortable.
“It’s easy for me to forget that you’re already a grown woman. You’re old enough to make your own choices in life. And I respect whatever you decide.”
She gave me a kiss on the forehead, and another kiss on the cheek. I could tell that her kisses put syrup on my face, but I didn’t mind. Her kisses felt nice.
The weekend flew by like a breeze. We had so much fun together, laughing, catching up, and telling stories. It was nice to be able to spend that much time with my daughter. In a way, it made me feel young again. I think she had the same feeling too. There was a glow to her. It was nice to see.
We had our final lunch together on a Monday afternoon. She would be leaving soon, back to the city. We washed the dishes together in our final act of bonding for the long weekend. She disappeared for a moment, and I just figured that she was going to finish packing.
She quickly came back down the stairs holding a small stack of dvds.
“There’s something else I wanted to tell you,” she said, in a serious tone. “I should have mentioned this early, but I guess I was too nervous.”
At that point, I was afraid something was wrong. The entire weekend we spent together, there was never a sign of anything wrong. I was almost afraid to ask.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she replied. “I’ll be doing a number of sex scenes in the movie. Explicit ones.”
“I kind of figured that.”
Courtney handed me the small stack of dvds. “Here, watch these later. These are some of his movies, my favorite ones anyway. Hopefully you’ll get an idea of why I want to work with him so much.”
“I trust your judgement Courtney. I really do. You’re a small girl. And somehow, you always make the right choices in life. I’ve never mentioned this before, but I think you’re a lot smarter than I am.”
A smile grew on her face. It was the loving kind of smile. She deeply appreciated that I understood her, and her decisions in life. She gave me a suffocating hug, showing off how strong her arms were. Then she gave me a big kiss on the cheek.
“I love you dad,” she whispered in my ear.
That night wasn’t the same after she left. I felt lonely again. There was nothing good on tv. Nothing seemed interesting. Then I remembered the stack of dvds which Courtney gave me.
‘I might as well see what all the fuss is about,’ I thought to myself.
The first movie I decided to watch was the erotic thriller. I’ve always been a fan of that genre, and it’s hard to find a good movie in that category. From the start, I felt that all the hype was justified. The cinematography was gorgeous. Visually the film looked great, especially for a low budget. The dialogue was great, and so was all the acting.
Courtney, the critics, and the audiences were right. The writer & director was a genius. I loved his work so far, and that was only 30 minutes into the movie. Then the first sex scene came. It was extremely sensual and arousing. The guy knew how to direct a scene. The nudity was very explicit, yet tastefully done. The sex looked realistic, like the actors were actually doing it. I found myself becoming aroused, yet uncomfortable at the very idea that my daughter would soon be doing scenes like that.
When the movie was over, I had come to the conclusion that I was a fan of the director. I loved what I saw. It was deeply touching, intelligent, and incredible arousing.
I had a massive hard-on from the final sex scene, and it wouldn’t go away. It was easy to replay the sex scenes that I liked. Thank goodness for the invention of dvds. While sitting in my living room, I pulled the front of my sweat pants down, and I stroked myself. It was one of the perks of living alone.
I masturbated to the stunning visuals of women having sex. I couldn’t believe how great the sex looked. The thought of my daughter being in those scenes kept on creeping my in my head. I tried pushing it out, but it kept on returning to the point where I couldn’t fight it anymore. I imagined seeing my daughter having sex on my large HD television. It was extremely taboo and forbidden, but maybe that’s what made it such a secret thrill for me.
I had never fantasized about my daughter before, ever. But that time was my only exception. It was a moment of weakness. It felt dirty, depraved, but surprisingly good. I had a powerful orgasm from watching the sex on screen, but my mind was thinking of my beautiful daughter. My little secret.
Nearly 9 months later. Courtney and I stayed in touch like we always did, with emails and phone calls. We still saw each other when we could, but she never slept over at my house during that time. She was too busy with her career. She worked on a few small stage productions. Most of all, she spent much of her time filming her first movie. It could hear the excitement in her voice whenever she told me about it. It was obvious she was having a great time.
When they were done filming, she assured me that the movie was good. She felt the entire cast did a great job acting, and the story really came to life.
I received a package in the mail. It was from Courtney, which was strange because she never sends me packages. If she wanted to give me something, she would just drive over to my house and give it to me.
There was a dvd, along with a handwritten letter from my daughter:
I paid extra for shipping, so I hope you received this package on either Saturday or Sunday. It’s a dvd screener for the movie I’m in. I sent it through mail to avoid any awkward conversations between us. I hope you enjoy this movie for what it is, artistic expression. Please enjoy.
Courtney : )
The express shipping worked alright, and I got the package on a Saturday afternoon. I was curious about how the movie turned out, how her acting looked, and how explicit her nude scenes were. Deep down, I was praying that she wasn’t involved in any explicit sex scenes, but it was too late for that now, the movie was already made.
I waited until night to watch it. Once I finished dinner, and it was dark, I played the movie:
It was titled The City of Ecstasy & Agony
The film began by showing the life of a mid-30’s business woman named Fiona. She was played by a fairly well known actress, and I had seen a few of her other movies.
Fiona was portrayed as having the seemingly perfect life, with money, beauty, and an abundance of friends. Her heart was broken by the man she loves. There were also sudden bumps in her career. She needed time away her from hectic life, so she got in her car and made an impromptu trip to a resort area by the beach, several hours away from her home.
That’s when I saw Courtney on screen for the first time. It was surreal to see my own daughter on my large television, and in a good movie of all things.
Courtney played a free-spirited young woman, who works at the hotel which Fiona is staying in. The two women meet while Courtney was on a break from work. They briefly talk about their lives, and it’s clear that Courtney’s character in the movie is an open minded free thinker. Her character is in stark contrast to the ambitious and corporate minded main character of Fiona. They got along instantly. And their characters were intrigued by one another.
In the next scene, Fiona woke up early and stood by the balcony, and she watches the sun begin to rise. She sees Courtney walking on the beach. Courtney is facing the ocean, then she removes her tshirt. Then she removes her bikini top. Then she removed her bottom. Fiona sees her bare backside.
My heart was pounding at that point.
The next scene showed Courtney’s partially nude body underwater, which was difficult to see since it was still dark. The silhouette of her nude body was there, but no details. It made me uncomfortable to watch, but the imagery was beautiful, and I couldn’t look away.
When Courtney swam to the ocean surface, there was a glimpse of her nipple, which was pink. It was the very first time in my life that I had ever seen her nipple, and it nearly made my heart skip a beat. She swam with backstrokes, and both of her breasts were clearly showing. They were small, and perky. Her nipples were rock hard from the cold morning water. The nudity was a bit excessive in my opinion, but maybe that’s because I’m her father and my judgment is skewed. It was part of the story though, since there were scenes of Fiona watching Courtney swimming.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this was going to be a lesbian story, with my daughter as one of the women involved. It made me nervous to watch. I considered turning it off at that point, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was curious. The fact that she was my own daughter put me a in predicament which I had never been in my entire life.
I continued watching.
Courtney got out of the water. Naked. She did full frontal nudity, and I saw everything. Her body looked fantastic. Better than I ever could have imagined. Her body was perfect. I was becoming aroused looking at her breasts, her long legs, and her trimmed pubic hairs which were soaking wet. Her entire body was dripping with water as walked onto the beach. The sun was coming up, which showed light on her figure. The camera switched angles and showed her perfect ass, which made my heart beat faster.
When she got to her towel, Courtney and Fiona made eye contact with each other. Fiona looked like someone who had just been caught committing a crime. Fiona looked embarrassed for being a voyeur. Courtney on the other hand, simply smiled.
I stopped the dvd. How could I watch this? What was I thinking for even watching it this far? The smart thing to do was to just stop at that point. But I couldn’t. I was curious. For reasons I will never understand, I wanted to keep watching, and I did.
The rest of the movie featured long dialogue scenes between Courtney and Fiona. They walked on the beach together, and they went swimming together. Their first sex scene came in the early hours of the morning. Fiona waited for Courtney at the beach. When they met, Courtney told Fiona to remove her clothes. They both got naked on the empty beach. Then they got in the water and went skinny dipping together. It was meant to be a romantic scene, and it was. Soft music played in the background which enhanced the mood.
Both women were in the ocean water, the sun coming up behind them when they kissed. I was incredibly aroused watching my daughter kiss another woman. Seeing two women kiss was always interesting, but seeing Courtney do it made it special in a strange way.
They continued kissing in the ocean, with the sun rising behind them. Their arms were wrapped around each other and the kiss became even more passionate. The next scene was in Fiona’s room, and they had sex in her bed. They kissed, sucked each others nipples, and performed oral sex on each other.
Before I watched the movie, I had never seen my daughter’s breasts before. Now I had seen a close up of her nipples being sucked by another woman. The scene was explicit, but brief. I considered turning off the movie, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.
The rest of the film was essentially a love story, with two women exploring each others body. It wasn’t all sex. It had meaning to it, and it was artistically done. Towards the end of the movie, Fiona and Courtney met two men. I knew where it was headed. The last sex scene Courtney did was with another man. She was naked again in Fiona’s hotel room, taking it from behind from a man she just met. Fiona was also in the room having sex with a different man.
The story ended with Fiona packing her things to go back to the city. The final scene between Fiona and Courtney was touching. They had genuine feelings for each other in the movie. The lesbian relationship between them was fulfilling, but they knew that anything long term was never going to work. They knew it was the end between them.
The movie was finished and my feelings couldn’t have been more mixed. If Courtney wasn’t in it, I would have been completely aroused, with no remorse whatsoever. But that was my daughter I just saw. I watched her in ways that no parent should ever see. I was aroused, but ashamed. I couldn’t help myself. But nobody was looking. Nobody was there to judge.
For the second time in my life, I found myself thinking dirty thoughts about my own daughter. But this time, I saw her completely naked on screen, and I saw her in several sexual positions. I went back to the scenes where she was nude, and I pleasured myself. It wasn’t long before I came.
The next morning I felt the same sense of awkwardness. I awoke with an erection thinking about my daughter. It just happened. I masturbated thinking of her again. I wasn’t proud of it, but nobody was going to find out anyway.
The same feeling of awkwardness lingered while I ate breakfast. I knew I had to call her eventually and tell her what I thought about the movie. What kind of father would I be if I didn’t bother to congratulate her?
After breakfast, I sat by the dining table and called her. A part of me wished she wouldn’t answer, but I knew the conversation about her sex scenes were inevitable. The phone rang a few times, and then she answered.
“Hey dad,” she said.
I could tell she just woke up.
“Morning. Did you watch the movie I sent you?”
Whenever we talked on the phone, she would usually start with small talk, and then work her way up to the important things. Not this time. Today, she went straight to the issue, which meant that she was very curious as to how I would react.
“I watched it last night,” I replied.
“And? What did you think?”
“It was excellent. I thought it was the director’s best work to date. Everything about it was excellent.”
“What about my performance?” she asked with a hint of nervousness. “Did you think I did a good job? Or did you think I was average? You can be honest with me dad.”
“I thought you were the best part of the movie. I’m being 100% honest with you, I thought you were terrific and your talent never ceases to amaze me.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks dad.”
“What are other people saying about it?”
“So far the consensus has been really good. I had a lot of nice compliments from the other actors since this is my movie debut. The director gave me several compliments as well. My manager thinks this will be a breakout role for me, but that’s his job to say things like that.”
“Courtney, you were marvelous. Everyone seems to think so, and for good reason. You don’t need to be a perfectionist all the time. Sometimes it’s better to relax, slow down, and enjoy life.”
“You’re the best,” she replied in a calmer town. “I’m glad you liked my performance.”
“In all honesty, it was a lot better than I expected. I’ve always known how talented you are, but that was impressive. Especially for a movie debut.”
“Did you like the other scenes also?” she asked in a curious tone.
I knew exactly what she meant. She wanted to know if I approved of her sex scenes. It was one thing to be the supportive father, it was something else to talk about her having sex on screen. I knew I couldn’t lie to her. She could always tell whenever I was lying to her. Maybe it’s a thing with women. Or maybe she knew me well enough to know when I wasn’t telling the truth. So I had no choice but to be honest.
“It was interesting,” I replied, picking my words carefully. “I appreciate the artistry behind it. The director wasn’t going for shock value, or instant gratification. He was telling a story. It was art.”
“I’m so glad you watched the movie until the end, and approved of it. I was afraid you were going to turn it off the moment I got naked.”
At that point, I deeply regretted not turning it off when I had the chance. We could have avoided this awkward conversation altogether.
“It crossed my mind,” I replied.
“Turning it off. Seeing you naked on film isn’t exactly something that I should have seen.”
“Then why didn’t you just look away during the nude scenes?” she asked in a way that only she could.
Courtney was smart. I was at a loss for words. She was right. I could have looked away, but I didn’t. I watched the entire thing, and all of her nude scenes, and she knew it.
“I was hoping to avoid this conversation,” I replied truthfully.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
“Courtney, I’m your father. You shouldn’t be asking me questions like that.”
“Sorry,” she replied. “I’m glad you called me though. I’ll be really busy in the next few months. We probably won’t be able to spend a lot of time together. But I’m free next weekend. Do you think I can sleep over? Do you have anything else planned?”
Whenever she asked to sleepover at my house, I always felt like the luckiest father in the world. It meant that she still cared about me, and that she valued our relationship.
“I don’t have anything planned,” I said. “Of course I want you to sleep over. You’re welcome anytime.”
“Great. I’ll be there Saturday morning. Make sure your refrigerator is full by the time I arrive.”
I smiled to myself. “For you, always.”
When I was in the office, all I could think about was Courtney’s upcoming visit. I knew it wasn’t going to be the same as usual. I had seen her fully naked on screen. And she knew that I watched every scene. Things were going to be different, but I didn’t know how.
Saturday early morning arrived. The greeting was the same as usual. I opened the front door, and we smiled at each other after she parked in the driveway. We hugged for a long moment, since we hadn’t seen each other in a while, and I carried her luggage inside my house. As usual, she playfully called me a gentleman when I carried her things.
Later. It was mid-afternoon. The mood was leisurely, and we ate pastries and drank coffee in the backyard by the pool. It was a beautiful day, and the weather was nice.
“Feel like going for a swim?” she asked.
“You go ahead if you want. I need to rest.”
“You’re always resting these days.”
“It’s because I’m getting old,” I replied. “Things don’t work like they used to at my age.”
She smiled, “Then you need more exercise. Come on dad. It’ll be fun.”
“I’m already having fun. Go ahead if you want. I’d prefer to just watch.”
At that point, I immediately realized what I had just said. What was meant to be an innocent fatherly comment suddenly had a double meaning. She raised an eyebrow and had a faint smile on her face.
“Do you like watching?” she asked suggestively.
“You know what I meant,” I replied, trying desperately to reaffirm my authority as her father.
Courtney winked. “I know. I was just teasing. I brought you a gift. I was going to give it to you later, but since we’re on the subject of watching me swim, I might as well give it to you now.”
“Sure. That sounds great.”
I tried to act relaxed, but I wasn’t. Every reference she made to me watching her, made me uncomfortable. She knew it, and she enjoyed doing it.
We went back inside the house and she told me sit by the dining table. I did what she asked and took a seat. She went up the stairs and came back down. She was carrying a thin photo album with her. She placed the photo album on the dining table and sat next to me.
“This is for you,” she said. “I know how much you prefer regular photos instead of digital ones over the internet. So I had these developed for you.”
I was genuinely touched. In this day and age, the younger generation prefers sharing pictures through their phones and computers. I never liked it since it lacked the charm of a proper photograph. I had never complained to Courtney. In fact, I had only told her once that I thought photos were better than digital images, and that was a few years ago. She still remembered.
“Courtney, I can’t believe you did this. I’m touched. What’s in it?”
She smiled, “Well, whenever I go on trips, you always ask me to send you pictures. There was a professional photographer on set during filming, and I asked him to take extra pictures of me, and he agreed. The studio was nice enough to pay him for that.”
It was a nice gesture. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she really wanted me to have it. She was very proud of the movie she had done. That moment between us was meant to be a touching movement between a father & daughter, but there was something sexual behind it.
“That’s very thoughtful of you,” I said once again. “These past few months I wondered why you never sent me anything. I assumed you forgot, or maybe you were too busy.”
She patted me on the shoulder. “I was waiting for the right time dad. I wanted to give this to you in person. I got it in the mail just the other week.”
“That explains the long delay,” I said playfully.
Courtney smiled and turned her attention towards the book. “Do you want to look at it now? I can tell you the stories behind some of the photos.”
“I’d like that.”
She opened the book and the first picture was of her standing on the beach with her fellow actors. She had her arms around the lead character, and it was clear they had chemistry together. She told me it was her first day on set, and that she was so excited.
The next picture was of Courtney and her costars laying on the sand, wearing their swimsuits. All of them had big smiles on their faces. She told me they were taking a break in between filming.
The next picture showed Courtney on a boat. Other pictures showed Courtney jet skiing. There were big smiles on all of the pictures. She looked so happy, and so beautiful. She explained that the cast and crew would have fun on the water during their free time.
When she turned the page once again, my heart nearly skipped a beat. It was a photograph of her standing topless on the beach. Her breasts were on full display. I also saw a picture of her swimming naked underwater. The silhouette of her nude body was clearly visible.
“Is that when you filmed the scene in the movie?” I asked, before she could explain it to me.
“Yeah. It’s from my first nude scene.”
“Why is this here?” I asked, trying to be as polite as possible.
Courtney gave me a sensitive look, as if she wondered if I was upset. The look in her eyes showed that she might have regretted putting the nude pictures in the photo album.
“I kept asking myself the same question,” she replied. “I’ve thought about it a lot. But I decided to put those pictures in because it was such an important part of my life experience. It’s part of my artistic performance. So I wanted to share that with you.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” she insisted. “When we talked on the phone, I knew you liked seeing me. So I decided to leave the pictures in the album. If you think I’m making a mistake, then I’m sorry. I’ll take it out.”
Courtney reached in to try and remove her sexual pictures from the photo album.
“No,” I replied instinctively. “Leave it there. I want it.”
Those words came out of my mouth without any thought. We looked at each other, and there was a brief moment of silence between us.
“I’m glad you want it.”
“We shouldn’t be talking like this,” I replied, shaking my head. “We shouldn’t even be having this conversation.”
“I know. But I don’t care.”
“Why? You’re my only daughter. Of course you should care.”
“Can I ask you a personal question dad?” she said, changing the subject. “Why do you live alone? You’re a great guy, you look good. But you never date anyone.”
“I go on dates sometimes. I don’t like to talk about it though.”
“Are you single right now?”
“Why?” she asked. “Why do you insist on being alone?”
Courtney’s eyes showed genuine curiosity, and persistence. She wanted and answer, and I knew she wouldn’t stop until she got it. I could tell she was asking because she was concerned about me.
I thought for a moment. “Whenever I meet a new woman, I always compare her to your mother. I know I shouldn’t, but I always do. No matter how great a woman can be, she never compares to your mom. I guess that’s why I’m still single.”
“I think about mom a lot also,” she replied. “She’s an amazing woman. I understand how you feel.”
“Some people are irreplaceable.”
“What about you?” I asked. “You’re young, beautiful, caring, and talented beyond belief. What’s your excuse for always being single.”
“The men that I meet in the city don’t measure up to you,” she replied. “You’re like my gold standard, which is really unfair to most guys.”
I was speechless. All this time, and I never knew. How could any father be prepared to hear those words coming from their daughter?
I shook my head. “I don’t know what to say Courtney.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“No, we can’t.”
Courtney didn’t care if I objected. She wrapped her soft hand around my neck and leaned forward. I could have objected. I could have overpowered her to stop to this madness, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to stop it. I didn’t want to stop her when she was a mere centimeters from my face. I didn’t stop her when our lips touched. We kissed. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was wet. I hadn’t kissed in a woman in a long time, so it felt nice. It was amazing.
She ended the kiss and we looked each other in the eyes.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
“Then don’t try to stop me again,” she said softly. “There’s nothing wrong with this. Nothing.”
We kissed once more. The guilt still lingered inside of me, but it slowly faded the longer we kissed. The pleasure I felt overcame my guilt. To Courtney, it didn’t seem to matter. There was no guilt with her. To her, it felt right. It felt natural. And slowly I began to agree. It felt natural.
An hour later and I sat on my bed alone wondering how this all happened. I reflected on everything. After our kiss had ended earlier, she told me she needed a nap. I told her I needed to rest also. We had already talked for most of the day, and both of us were tired. When she got up, she smiled and told me she’ll come down the stairs in the evening to prepare dinner.
I sat on my bed and replayed the kiss in my mind. My own daughter? How could I? What kind of father did I become? Everything that happened was because of Courtney’s actions, but I could have easily stopped it.
After moments of thinking to myself, it wasn’t long before I realized that I wanted it to continue. Whatever twist our relationship took, it felt good. I felt alive inside. I felt like a human being again who was experiencing the joys of life, instead of being an old man that was alone.
It was evening when I came down the stairs. I slept longer than I normally did. The events of the day made me more tired than usual. When I came down the stairs, I saw Courtney stirring the cooking pot on the stove. She was wearing a simple black dress, barefoot, and her hair was tied in a knot. She looked gorgeous. The table was already set, with the plates, cups, and utensils neatly laid out.
“I was wondering when you would show up,” she said, continuing to stir the pot.
“I dozed off longer than usual.”
“I’m glad you’re here now. Dinner is almost ready. I was just about to call you.”
When I walked next to her to check the pot, she turned the stove off. The food was ready. She suddenly turned her body so that we were face-to-face.
“I’ll carry the pot to the table,” I said, in a moment of awkwardness. We were standing very close to each other.
“Dad, I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I got carried away. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t worry about it. It was both of our faults..”
“No, really,” she insisted. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have done that.”
I looked her directly in the eyes. “Why did you do it? I’ve been trying to figure it out, but I couldn’t. You can have any man you want.”
“I want you,” she replied softly. “I’ve always wanted you.”
There was an undeniable tension between us. As a father, I was temporarily at a loss for words. Courtney had a look of remorse on her face. Maybe she regretted telling me that. Or maybe she was still struggling with her illicit feelings.
“Don’t feel ashamed,” I replied, struggling with what to say.
“You must think I’m insane, don’t you? Do you think I’m crazy for feeling this way?”
“No, I don’t. I think you’re a smart young woman who always knows what’s best.”
“You think so?” she asked, struggling with her own confusion.
“Yes, I do.”
She grabbed me and then we kissed again. It was more intense than our first kiss. Our lips pressed tightly against each others. Our tongues wrestled in each other’s mouth. It wasn’t romantic. It was lewd and sloppy. Our arms squeezed each other tightly in a powerful embrace.
I should have pushed her away. I should have ended this, but I couldn’t. No matter how much bigger I was than Courtney, I felt completely powerless in her arms. Feeling her soft lips against mine filled me with an uncontrollable lust. She removed her lips from my mouth, and placed them against my ear.
“Take me,” she whispered in a depraved tone. “Take me on the table. I’m not wearing any panties.”
I lifted Courtney off the ground and she wrapped her arms & legs around me, holding me tight. We continued kissing and I carried her to the dining room and placed her on the table, near the plates she had neatly arranged. Then I ended the kiss.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I looked down and lifted the bottom half of Courtney’s black dress. I had to know if it was true, if she wasn’t wearing any panties. I was also curious what her pussy looked like. When I lifted the dress, I found out that she was telling the truth. Her crotch was completely shaved. I saw her pussy. It had a thin brown labia on the outside, and the inside was bright pink. It was wet, and it looked so inviting.
“Want to taste it?” she asked with a grin. “I don’t mind. People say I taste good.”
“Is that what your female co-star says also?”
“Dad, get on your knees and find out already.”
Hearing my daughter boss me around was kind of a shock. She never talked to me like that before. But in the context of everything that had been happening at the moment, it added to the excitement. I obeyed her command and got down on my knees while she sat on the dining table with her legs spread. I had a clear view of her wet pussy. The fluids made her pink flesh glisten and shine. The hole was small, and obviously very tight.
With my hands wrapped tightly around her athletic thighs, my depraved lust took control of me and I licked my daughter’s cunt. She was right, it tasted good. I licked and sucked the fluids from her pussy. I sucked her labia, stretching them apart with my mouth. I licked her clitoris and rubbed my tongue around it. But what I really loved most was licking the inside of her pussy, putting my tongue inside of her little hole.
She reached down and squeezed my hair tightly. I could feel the muscles in her thighs move and contract. Loud moans escaped her lips.
Hearing her call me ‘dad’ in a moment of sexual depravity sent mixed emotions throughout my mind. This is my own daughter. Why am I doing this? Why can’t I stop? But on the other hand, I didn’t want to stop. It felt so good for both of us. Both of us wanted each other sexually. Neither of us could stop.
For the next few short minutes, I continued wrestling my tongue inside of her pussy. She became wetter and I swallowed the fluids. Her legs continued to tremble, and her muscles continued to contract. Her moans soon became cries. I could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm, courtesy of her own father.
“Don’t stop…keep doing it like that…don’t stop doing that with your tongue….dad…dad…”
This time, hearing her call me ‘dad’ gave me nothing but pleasure. I was proud of the fact that I was giving her an orgasm.
Courtney let out a scream so loud, I was afraid the neighbors were going to call the police. She was a screamer, which is something a father shouldn’t know about his daughter. Her legs were shaking violently and her back arched onto the table. I replaced my mouth with my fingers inside of her pussy, since I knew what was coming. She squirted all over the dining table, carpet, and my clothes.
It was a mess, but I loved it.
“I never knew you were a squirter,” I said, looking at her from my knees.
Courtney was still laying down on the table. She was looking up at the ceiling. Her chest was moving up and down from her deep breathes.
“Only sometimes,” she replied, breathing heavily. “If I’m in a hot enough mood, I can make a real mess.”
“I can see that.”
Courtney lifted her head and looked at me. “You didn’t have a turn yet dad. How do you want to cum? Do you want me to suck your dick, or do you want to fuck me?”
I was completely taken aback by what she had offered. Even though I had just performed oral sex on her, and we were just kissing, being offered sexual favors by my daughter was uncomfortable.
“Can you just fuck me right now?” she asked. “We can both cum at the same time. I need another orgasm right now. I’m too worn out to suck your cock properly. But I promise to suck it later tonight, or tomorrow morning.”
Once again, I was completely taken aback, and uncomfortable. I wasn’t going to turn down her offer either.
“Fine. That sounds good,” I replied.
After standing up, I unzipped my pants and dropped it to the floor, along with my underwear. Courtney was still lying on the table. She looked down to see my erection, and she smiled. It was the first time she had ever seen my penis, and it was about to go inside of her pussy.
Courtney held her legs open. I reached down and spread her labia apart, which were covered in my saliva and her vaginal fluids. I pressed the head of my hard cock against her pussy. It was warm, wet, and inviting. When I pushed the head of my erection inside a little bit, I continued to feel its warmth, and Courtney squirmed. I looked at her face, and she had the cutest facial expression I had seen her do in a long time, as she wiggled her nose and squinted her eyes.
I pushed in further. Her hole felt tight. The further I went, the more I felt her natural tightness and vaginal fluids against my raging hard erection. I wrapped my hands around her smooth thighs, and I started to fuck my own daughter.
Moans and gasps escaped her lips as I penetrated her. My hands held tightly onto her thighs. Her hands held tightly onto the sides of the dining table. I entered all the way, and held it there for a moment so that her body could adjust. Then I slowly pulled out, before pushing back in. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure down my body. Each thrust made facial expressions change.
I loved watching her face while we had sex. She was always a beautiful person. But during sex, her eyebrows would twitch, her forehead would wrinkle, and her nose would wiggle. I could see her lips trembling. The imagery was very erotic.
My thrusting speed increased. I didn’t want to make love, even though it was more appropriate for the moment. I wanted to fuck her hard. I wanted to ravage her body. She clearly wanted the same thing, as she screamed for me to go harder. Our lust for each other was undeniable.
The table started to shake. At that point, I almost laughed to myself thinking how glad I was to have purchase a new dining table a few years earlier. If we had been having sex on our old table, it might have broken and we would have ended up on the floor.
I could see her hands squeezing the table even tighter. Her facial muscles clenched, and so did her vaginal muscles. She was screaming louder. I could tell she was about to cum again.
I reached down with one hand and rubbed her clitoris, which sent her over the edge. She screamed at the top of her lungs. This time, I didn’t care if the neighbors heard.
Another rush of vaginal fluids squirted from her pussy. It was her second orgasm of the evening. It ran down both of our legs, while her back violently arched.
Then it was my turn. I squeezed her thighs hard. It might have left a few bruises of her toned legs, but I don’t think she would have minded. Within moments, I shot several loads of my own cum inside of her vagina. My knees became weak, and my body was overwhelmed with orgasmic bliss. She obviously felt the same.
I stood still, catching my breath. After she recovered, she sat up on the table and wrapped her arms around me. My penis was still inside of her, and it was about to fall out as I was becoming flaccid.
“That was so beautiful,” she said, before giving me a kiss.
“I know, Courtney. I know.”
“Is this the start of something new between us?”
“I don’t know,” I truthfully replied. “It’s not right. But I couldn’t help myself.”
“It feels right to me.”
Courtney gave me another passionate kiss. Once the kiss ended, we almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation.
“Come on, let’s have dinner,” I said. “I’m starving.”
“So am I.”
“Good. We need to clean up this mess first. Then we can eat.”
She smiled, “Great idea. I’ll start with cleaning your cock. It’s also my appetizer for the evening.”
Courtney got down on her knees and took my flaccid wet penis in her mouth. It felt so good, even after I was already spent. She had no problems slurping up my cum mixed with her fluids, and I loved it. In a matter of moments, I was hard again.