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Noelle, my twenty-three year old daughter, came home for the holiday break, arriving the Sunday before Christmas and planning to stay until just after the New Year. I was delighted to have her home, and was looking forward to a wonderful Christmas break with her.
I lived alone following my divorce. Noelle and I were close, and I did my best to be there for her despite my long hours in the film industry. But, I gave us a nice home with plenty of privacy (which I greatly desire), and sent her to a good private school and then on to college.
Noelle had been twelve when I won custody, and blossomed into a lovely teen, and then a young woman before I knew it. She went off to college, but she always came home several times a year, and we continued to be close.
I confess to feeling some disturbance when she started dating, but did my best to grow accustomed to it, and Noelle always let me know that I was loved and to never worry on that front. Still, it took getting used to, and I did adjust to some degree.
Looking back, I suppose there were warning signs of what was to develop between us, though I couldn’t see it at the time. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty, isn’t it?
For the holidays, I held a small, intimate gathering of a few friends from work and local neighbors. They were all delighted to see Noelle, and that she was doing well. She looked great with her leggy, slender, five-foot nine inches of blonde beauty, taking more after my older sister than she did her mom. Noelle was healthy and sunny, and people responded favorably to her.
Late in the evening, as the party was winding down and we were just enjoying the holiday music, drinks, and a fire, Noelle came and sat down on my lap, putting her arms around my neck and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“Hello, Daddy!” she said and snuggled close. “I’m so glad to be here with you!”
I smiled, dismissing my discomfort, especially in front of my friends and neighbors (who seemed not to notice anything amiss, so why should I?), and said, “Me, too, pumpkin. Me, too.”
Noelle put her head against my shoulder, and squirmed deeper into my lap. I felt her ass press onto my cock, and to my embarrassment and horror, it started to harden!
Pulse racing, face burning, I froze, hoping she wouldn’t notice, nor that my reaction would betray me to my guests. Noelle simply smiled dreamily, like she was just happy and savoring the closeness, and I felt maybe I could relax. Until she squirmed deeper, pressing harder against me, and shifted so that the length of me rode the crack of her ass. Then she moved, ever so slightly, rubbing me with her ass, back and forth. If she wasn’t my daughter, I would have savored the sensation. But given that she was, it made me doubly ashamed and uncomfortable. Was she doing this deliberately? I couldn’t tell, and dismissed it, glad that she hadn’t bolted or given me away.
When it came time for my guests to leave, Noelle slid from my lap and put the fleece throw across it, hiding my bulge, and showed them out. I sat there dumbfounded and embarrassed, afraid of what she might say. But all she did when they left was to pop in and say goodnight, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and going off to her room to go to bed.
Maybe I had imagined things? Maybe it wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about? I didn’t know, and climbed out of my chair to head to bed.
On the way, I heard a soft whimper from Noelle’s room. Curious and concerned, I went to see if she was okay. Her door was slightly ajar, and through the crack I could see her on her bed, nightie pulled up, and her hands furiously rubbing at her pussy.
Whoops! I stopped at the door, not wanting to make a sound. I didn’t want to embarrass her further, nor myself, by barging in unannounced while she was in the midst of masturbating.
I could have stepped away. I could have, and should have. But because of the strange, semi-aroused state I had been in, something made me stay, and watch.
My daughter was lovely, to be sure. But to see her like this, lost in her self-pleasure, was truly special. I saw her, not as my daughter, but as the beautiful, lovely, sensual young woman she had become; as an adult, who had her own wants and needs and delights and pleasures.
My cock grew incredibly hard, and throbbed, aching for attention.
I knew it was wrong, but I needed it in that moment, and I undid my fly and let forth my erection and wrapped my hand around it.
Noelle was whimpering and moaning, and looked so incredibly sexy, I couldn’t resist! I started stroking my cock as I watched my daughter make herself cum.
I was close, too, but realized I didn’t want to make a mess on the floor just outside her door. Stuffing my cock back into my pants, I waddled to my room in a rush and closed the door. Pulling it free, in a few short jerks, I came, powerfully, and then stood there panting and amazed.
What the fuck?! I just got off from watching my daughter masturbate?!
I felt ashamed of myself. But also really, Ankara escort really pleased. Satisfied. I hadn’t had a climax like that in years! Not that it is any excuse, I realize. But I was filled with those mixed feelings of guilt and pleasure all the same.
I was a bit shy with my daughter for the next day or two, though she never brought it up or acted strange in any way, so I thought I was fine. It was strange, but it had happened, and now it was over.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Christmas eve was just the two of us. We went to midnight service, and came home and shared a few small gifts. We said our good nights and went to bed.
Christmas day, I woke up to a special breakfast-coffee, eggs, bacon, and coffee cake. Noelle was wearing these Victoria’s Secret silk pajama shorts and matching pink top, and I could see she didn’t have a bra, her nipples pressing through the fabric. I tried not to notice, but I did. And the more I did, the more I felt that same guilt/arousal thing, and sat hiding my bulge under the breakfast table.
“How is it?” Noelle asked as she came over with a plate of extras. She went to sit in my lap, but I scooted closer to the table, blocking her.
“Great!” I answered. My voice was high and I sounded nervous. I laughed to hide it, then coughed as a bit of coffee cake went down my throat.
“Dad!” she said and clapped me on the back. “I’m glad you like it, but don’t wolf it down so fast you choke!”
I nodded, embarrassed both by my choking and by my hard on, but managed to survive. I sipped some coffee and motioned for her to bend down so I could give her a kiss. It also gave me an unobstructed view down her top, and the sight of her spectacular softball-sized breasts made my cock jump and pulse with hunger.
“Thank you, honey,” I said and moved closer to the table. “This is wonderful.”
Noelle smiled happily, ignorant of any inappropriate attention on my part, and danced back to the stove to serve herself up a plate.
“I am so glad!” she replied, and came and sat next to me.
We enjoyed the breakfast, and I offered to clean up, but Noelle insisted and shooed me out.
Closer to noon, we opened presents. Noelle got me several DVDs of films I loved – old classics – and a holiday tie. The latter was an ongoing joke, like fruitcakes or Christmas sweaters, and I loved it.
Holding it up with a smile, I said, “Honey – it’s awful!” as if it were the best gift ever.
Noelle laughed and clapped her hands and was as delighted as a child.
I gave her some new clothes – a dress, a jacket, and some new jeans and tops – plus money toward shoes. I always gave her money for shoes because I never bought her ones she loved. Lessons learned.
Christmas was warm, and close, and wonderful, and I forgot all about the strangeness from earlier.
The next day, I found a special note on my breakfast plate: “Tonight, a special surprise for the special man I love!” When Noelle came in, I asked her about it, and she only smiled mysteriously and said, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Well, can I get a hint? Do I have to do anything special? Are we going out somewhere?”
Noelle cocked her head and gazed at me with a mischievous smile. “Okay – yes. Dress up. Nothing formal, but nice.”
“Like the theater?” I asked, thinking I had a clue what my surprise was: tickets to a play or music recital.
“Like that, yes,” my daughter answered strangely. “A – performance.”
I grinned and said I would.
That evening, Noelle insisted on driving. “I don’t want to give it away!” she said and smiled that mysterious smile of hers.
We didn’t go very far. It was a business park – several small businesses and tiny warehouses that I knew sometimes were used for plays and art shows and the like.
“Ahhhh!” I said, thinking I knew what I was in for. “Okay.”
Noelle smiled strangely, and a little nervous. “Take my hand,” she said and walked with me to the theatre entrance. “And – just… enjoy…”.
I smiled and nodded and followed her in. It was small, with a performance space in the midst and seating on three sides. They all had small tables, and everything was in black. There were not many people here, maybe a bit under thirty including Noelle and me. Some were couples, a few foursomes, and a couple trios. Noelle and I got a seat and a waitress wearing a very sexy lace dress (and not much else) took our drink orders and delivered them to us.
“What is this?” I asked, taking in the space. I loved intimate theater.
“You’ll see,” Noelle answered with a quirk and sipped her martini.
I drank my scotch and settled down to enjoy myself.
The lights dimmed, and came up on a man and a woman on each side of the “stage.” They both were dressed very elegantly, and wore elaborate Mardi Gras masks in black and white. They came together and danced, almost a tango, and as they danced they caressed each other in increasingly erotic ways. Her hand would brush his crotch, his would caress her Ankara escort bayan breasts. I began to shift uncomfortably as their performance made me aroused. Alone, I would have enjoyed it, but with my daughter? It was like watching a love scene in a movie with your child. Awkward, even if the performance is great.
I glanced over at Noelle. She sipped her drink, eyes on the couple. She seemed to sense me looking, and glanced at me before looking quickly away.
Okay… I thought, and sipped mine.
The couple moved from dancing to undressing each other, and I suddenly realized what this was. My daughter had brought me to a live sex show! A very classy one, granted, but a live sex show!
I looked over at Noelle, but she kept her gaze on the couple before us. She was barely breathing, watching so intently, almost panting. Clearly it was making her aroused, too.
I finished my drink and looked for our waitress. She responded quickly, silently, and vanished after dropping off my drink.
The man stood, his cock huge and long, while his female partner knelt in front of him and gave him head. It was incredibly erotic, and she took her time, licking and sucking him indulgently slowly.
My cock was hard and throbbing under the table, and I crossed my legs trying to hide it.
As I glanced about, I saw that some of the others around us were caressing each other, and making out.
Is that allowed? I wondered. But no one moved to stop them, and I assumed this was all part of the experience.
The woman brought the man to climax on her face. My God, his volume was huge! He left her quite pasted, and she licked him clean. He leaned down and kissed her, and the lights went out.
People applauded, and the room was dim. I saw that one couple had moved from caressing to full on making out. The woman’s dress was unzipped, and he was suckling her breasts.
Noelle glanced at me and motioned for another drink. “So – uh… Do you like?” she asked.
I gazed at her, unsure how to answer.
My daughter looked at me. “I know, it’s – weird, being sex and all,” she said. “But, I mean, I’m an adult, you’re an adult. I just thought we might – enjoy this – together…”.
I took another swallow of my scotch. I nodded. “Okay…” I shifted. “I suppose that’s true. But, don’t you think you could have warned me?”
Noelle’s face clouded a little. “If I had, you wouldn’t have come.”
I took a moment. “I suppose not.”
She pouted, and I confess my daughter’s pout is very cute, and even – sexy. “Why not?”
“Because I’m your father?” I replied with an “uh, duh” tone.
Noelle looked at me. “So?”
I stared back. “Doesn’t that make a difference?”
She replied, “No. Should it?”
I didn’t know what to say. If my daughter really didn’t see it as wrong, I didn’t want to shame her into it. Not here, not now.
Noelle reached over and took my hand. “Just – relax. Enjoy it. It may be strange, but isn’t it also – beautiful?”
I paused, considering, and nodded. “Yeah, it is. Both strange and beautiful.” She looked relieved, and her slight smile made me happy. “So I’ll enjoy it. With you.”
She brightened at that considerably, and the next act started.
I won’t go into detail on everything we saw that night. Suffice it to say that each act got more sexual than the last. All of them were beautiful to see – model-level fitness and attractiveness, male and female – and it was incredibly well done. No animals or bestiality. No fetishistic feces or anything like that. Solo, couples, menages – trois as well a quatre – mixed. I wasn’t really into the male duo, but the threesome with one woman was quite arousing, as was the male with two women.
As the acts progressed, the audience “participated.” They engaged in sex at their tables, with their guests, and even with some of the waiters and waitresses from what I could see. It was basically an orgy, except that people respected others’ boundaries. No one invaded my space, or Noelle’s, though it got quite wild toward the end.
The final act – “Dessert” – was just two beautiful young women. They sat across from each other, long, shapely legs heel-to-heel, as they masturbated in tandem, mirroring each other. Their bodies were nearly identical, with full breasts and long, dark hair. One wore a white festival mask, the other black. They were breathtaking, and many couples stopped to watch them together.
Noelle had scooted her chair closer to mine. She watched them, enrapt, and her hand slid to my lap and she caressed my bulge.
I froze, but didn’t stop her as she eased open my fly and let my cock spring free. I focused on the girls as my daughter wrapped her hand around me and held me by the root.
As the girls got more aroused, shifting from masturbating to kissing and caressing each other, my daughter shifted onto my lap, facing away from me. I was stunned as I felt her bare slit, realizing she hadn’t been wearing any panties all evening (strange the things Escort Ankara you’ll notice at such a moment!) and I groaned as she slid her hot, wet pussy down on my throbbing cock.
“Noelle,” I moaned as she sank fully down on me. “We can’t…”.
But my daughter only raised herself a little before starting to go slowly up and down on me. It felt delicious, and I wanted it even as I was ashamed at how much I wanted it.
“No…” I croaked softly. “Don’t… please…”.
My daughter started to ride me more fully, up and down, up and down, cupping her breasts as she watched the two girls together.
“Noelle!” I groaned. “Stop… Please… I’m going to…”.
Noelle drove herself down on my cock as far as she could go, and I came.
“Nooooo!” I moaned as I pumped shot after shot of cum into her pussy. I could feel the backwash from it, and the warm dribble of my jizz as it ran out from her pussy.
“Ohhhh, Daaaddyyy… yes!” she cried, and arched back into me.
I was horrified! Everyone now knew that I was fucking my daughter!
Except that as I looked about, sure to see enraged citizens taking arms up against me, I saw that many of them were fucking, too. No one was focused on us. They were all focused on the two girls making each other orgasm on stage.
No one – cares? I looked about as Noelle leaned back into me, twisting to kiss me on the lips.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered to me huskily.
“I love you, too,” I answered, feeling my shame and guilt drain away as a renewed lust took its place.
Performance over, the waiters and waitresses handed out moist towels for people to clean themselves up.
Noelle pouted as my cock, covered in our mutual cum, plopped out of her, followed by a glob of my jizz.
“Oops!” Noelle giggled and moved off of me as the waitress helped wipe me off. “Here, I’ll do that.” My daughter took the towel and helped clean me up.
I gazed at my daughter, not sure what to say, or what to make of our new relationship.
“I guess you enjoyed it,” she laughed, covering her nervousness.
“I did,” I said. “Very much.”
She returned my gaze and smiled. It was a bright, relieved, honest smile. “I am so glad!” she said and kissed me quickly on the lips. “I was soooo nervous about it.”
“I can’t understand why,” I teased.
My daughter bat me playfully, and then straightened up her dress. As we were leaving, she touched my arm.
“Look,” she said and nodded at a pair of young women standing outside and sharing a cigarette. “Do you think that’s the two we just saw? They almost look like twins!”
I nodded. “They sure do. But – you don’t suppose…” I pondered.
Noelle squeezed my arm and said, “Be right back!” and went over to them. I watched as she greeted them, and they talked a moment. Clearly, introductions were made, and Noelle gestured at me and the two girls smiled and waved as I waved back. My daughter handed them something, and they laughed and nodded and said, “Merry Christmas!” to us as Noelle came back.
My daughter grabbed my hand and led me to the car. We got in and she sat there, almost shaking with excitement.
“OH my God, oh my God, oh my God!” she said in a rush. “They are sisters! Not twins, but they really are sisters! Isn’t that – so hot?”
Noelle started the car and drove home in a hurry.
“Whoa! What’s the rush?” I asked, hinting for her to slow down, which she did.
“Sorry,” she said and touched my hand. “I am just so – horny! – right now.”
I chuckled, feeling my own arousal return. “Okay, but take your time. Sometimes that makes it even better – the delay and anticipation.”
Noelle grinned and lifted my hand and kissed it. “True,” she said. “So true. God! I can hardly wait!”
I didn’t say anything, letting her focus on driving.
When we walked in the house, my daughter turned to me and pressed me back against the wall and kissed me hungrily.
“Oh, my God, Dad!” she said. “Take me! Right here, right now! Please? Fuck me!”
I couldn’t say “no,” and pulled her dress off as she pulled down my pants.
Switching places, I press her back against the wall and slid into her. She was so hot and wet!
“Say it again,” I ordered her. “Say it again!”
“What?” she whimpered and clutched me tight.
“That you want me to fuck you.”
She did. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me, Daddy!”
I kissed her hard, and thrust and thrust until I came inside her pussy for the second time that night. “Ohhhh, God, yes…” I moaned.
Noelle writhed and moaned on me. “Yesss! Oh, yes!” she said as she rubbed her clit, rubbing my cum into her pussy. “Oh, Daddy, yes!” she cried and came.
We held each other there until the trembling stopped. I could barely stand, and she was having multiple climaxes. When she finally stopped, I gently pulled back and kissed her.
“That was – an unexpected surprise,” I said.
Noelle smiled naughtily and agreed.
I gazed at her, and a mature, “responsible” thought came to me. “I trust that you’re using protection?”
My daughter stared back at me and smiled. “Yes. Of course! You raised me right.”
“Not right enough not to commit incest with your old man,” I said, teasing.
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