joeltorridfamily: Daddy always relaxes with me in the sauna everyday when I get home from volleyball

joeltorridfamily:

Daddy always relaxes with me in the sauna everyday when I get home from volleyball practice. I’ve always been aware of my father’s appreciation of my body. He has always stolen glances at me when he thinks I’m not looking. I always thought it was cute the way he would try to hide his erection from me. So I always wore a towel that was too short to cover myself so that I could tease him and let him look at me. But even though there was a bit of sexual tension in the air, my daddy never made me feel uncomfortable in any way. Until my mother left us a few months ago. After that, things began to gradually change in our daily sauna ritual. I still let my daddy look at me, but gone were the stolen glances. Daddy now stared at me openly. And it wasn’t a curious or timid stare. There was a primal hunger in those eyes now. He was no longer looking at me like a father should be looking at his daughter…he was looking at me like a lion looks at its prey. Also as time went on, daddy did less and less to conceal his excitement. The tent in the front of his towel was quite obvious now. And his towel frequently fell open giving me long uninhibited views of his engorged cock. And most recently, he would play with it through, or even under the towel as he stared at my nearly naked body. It did make me feel strangely uncomfortable being nude with him in such close quarters while he did these things. But I still never stopped exposing myself to him. As wrong as all of this felt, I was becoming aroused by the whole thing. The fact that my body had my own father so turned on that he couldn’t help but stroke his cock right in front of me…it was a wicked, powerful feeling. And it made me wetter than I can ever remember being. Gradually I began to push the envelope…test the boundaries. I too let my hand stray beneath my towel, playing with my pussy just a foot away from my daddy. Sometimes I would let my towel fall open so daddy could see what his little princess’ fingers were up to. But through it all, not a word was spoken. And if we did speak, it was about mundane things that had nothing to do with our mutual masturbation sessions…just to cut the tension. But then finally one day, I gathered my nerve and took that step. I asked my daddy about his hard on…while he was stroking it in front of me. With the ice broken, things escalated quickly. I closed the gab between us, stretching out my legs to touch his throbbing cock with my feet.