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 Watching My Daughter

   I like to think I'm a good father.  My wife passed away three years ago,
an I've raised the daughter she left me with ever since.  Our daughter, who
had been three when she passed away, was now six and hardly remembered her
mother.  Since then, I feed and bathed her, took her too school and read
her books, and generally cared for her.  She never wanted for anything, and
was a well behaved child.  I was always open and honest with her, answering
her questions as she grew up.  We were never shy around each other, and
often walked around in just underwear in the summer time.  While some my
find it weird that I can curl up nearly naked with a six year-old on the
couch and cuddle and watch a movie, it was a normal occurrence for us.

   One day while doing just that, around a year ago, I noticed her arms
moving around underneath me.  Looking down, I see she has one hand in her
panties, and doesn't seem to be paying much attention to the movie, or much
else for that matter.  She was wearing a pair of pink panties, that were
slightly see through from being worn.  I saw her fingers fumbling around
the top of her little mound.  I felt a stirring in my pants.  "This is so
wrong, I need to stop this now" I think to myself.  Not wanting to make her
feel embarrassed or ashamed though, I had to be delicate.

   "Hey honey" I speak up.  She looks up at me, surprised, like she had
forgotten I was there at all.  "I know what you are doing feels really
good, but you can't do that just anywhere."

   "But why Daddy?  It tickles when I rub it.  Right here." She said,
moving her panties down and pointing to her barely visible clit at the top
of her puffy young pussy.

   Oh god, this is so wrong, I shouldn't be getting turned on by this. 
She's five years old for god's sake.

   "I understand that honey.  It's a lot of fun to play with your privates,
but you have to do it, when you are alone, okay?  Some things are meant to
be done in private."

   "Okay Daddy." She hopped up from the couch.

   "Where are you going?" I asked her, though I was pretty sure I knew
where she was going.

   "To my room.  Some things are meant to be done in private, daddy" She
said with an adorable smile.

   As she walked off to her room, with her hand down the front of her pants
again.  I couldn't take it anymore.  I pulled my cock out right there on
the couch, and was already hard as a rock.  I couldn't believe how worked
up I had gotten over watching her finger her little clit.  I thought back
to the feeling of my dick straining against my underwear against her little
bum.  It wasn't long before thoughts of how I could have rubbed and touched
her, and probably even fucked her right there on couch.  It was barely
anytime before I could feel the stirring in balls as the first shot of cum
worked it's way up my shaft and shot out and landed on my chest.  A few
more shots of warm, sticky cum followed, landing on my stomach, before a
final spurt came out the top and dripped down my shaft and onto my hand.  I
got up and walked down the hall.  I paused outside my daughters bedroom,
knowing exactly what was going on on the otherside of the door.  I
continued down the hall to the shower to get myself cleaned up and cooled
down.

   There were many more masturbation sessions fueled by the days events,
but no more incidents until almost a year later.