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 M/g Pedo.  Mastur.  Cons.



   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never feel this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.



   Nanny Cam 1

   By Pedro Feelya



   I have always been something of a voyeur.  I guess that's how I got into
the security and surveillance business.  It was only natural that I would
test my designs and the latest technology, around my own house.  Besides,
who wouldn't want to keep a closer eye on their kids?

   My daughter never knew about cameras in her room.  What good is a hidden
camera if anyone knows it's there?  So, I never let anyone know about the
cameras, until one night.

   I was on my laptop constantly and all the camera views in the house
cycle in a small window on my laptop's screen.  One night, it was past our
daughter's bedtime, and I noticed motion in her room.  Despite the absolute
darkness, the infra-red lights showed everything in clear black and white.
Our daughter had thrown back her covers, and was rubbing herself between
her legs.

   Our daughter is twelve years old and quite lovely.  She is athletic,
fashion minded, and extremely intelligent.  I knew that she would be
breaking boy's hearts soon enough, but I prayed she would be intelligent
enough to save herself for a good one.

   It took less than a second for me to decide to leave her alone.  She was
just a healthy young girl, exploring her prepubescent sexuality.  I should
have ignored her behavior, but instead I locked the viewer on that one
camera.  With a single click, the scene filled my screen.

   My daughter had pulled her nightshirt up to expose her panties.  She
spread her legs erotically and invitingly wide.  Her hand had slid deep
into her panties, and was rubbing and stroking.  Her slender body was
flexing and I could see the faint curve of her forming breasts and button
nipples pressed up against her shirt.

   I didn't feel my cock harden until it throbbed painfully in my pants.  I
wasn't ashamed, that is the advantage of being a voyeur, nobody knew. 
Instead of shame, I felt incredibly aroused and horny.  I wanted to pull
out my cock and whack off right then, but my wife was in the same room with
me, watching TV.

   My twelve year old daughter continued to rub herself for over five
minutes, as she writhed in pleasure on her bed.  Then she suddenly relaxed.
I couldn't tell if she had achieved orgasm, but I desperately wanted to
know.

   That night, my wife couldn't understand why I wanted sex, or why I was
so passionate.  It had been weeks since we had made love, and it was always
something of a chore for both of us.  But all I could think about was
seeing my sexy preteen daughter pleasuring herself.



   The next day I could only look lovingly on my daughter, and she soaked
up the attention.  That night, I watched her room carefully as she prepared
for bed.  I had always casually watched her innocently dress and undress,
but now I saw her as a sexy nymphet, teasingly sexy while unaware that her
every move turned me on.  When she turned her lights out, and got into bed,
she immediately began to play with herself.  For ten minutes she drew out
her pleasure while I felt like my cock was going to explode.  She writhed
wilder than ever, and then she relaxed again.

   I pressed my wife for sex that night, but it was definitely a no go. 
She had had her bi-monthly allotment and wanted no more.  After she went to
bed, I masturbated until my cock was painfully sore.



   Over the next few days I couldn't help but to bond closer and closer
with my developing daughter.  I tuned in each night to watch my sexy little
baby devil explore and improve on her explorations.  When she took off her
panties completely, I zoomed in to look intently at her preteen virgin
pussy.  It was completely hairless and shiny wet.  When she also took off
her nightshirt, I thought I would die from the heat in my groin.  Every
night I set a new record in masturbating myself.



   Then one night, she left the lights on and then sat on the bed naked.  I
zoomed in as she began to play with herself, but with the lights on, the
camera showed her in living color.  I was in ecstasy and rapture and then
she leaned over and reached for something off screen.  When she leaned
back, she was holding a hairbrush.  I couldn't believe it when she pressed
the handle up to her pussy lips, and slowly began to work it inside.

   I didn't know if my twelve year old daughter still had her hymen, or had
taken or lost it somehow, but she was going so slowly that I was sure she
didn't know what to expect.  She was going slowly and tantalizingly sexily.
I wanted to scream at her to hurry up.  I also wanted my wife to go to bed
so that I could rub my cock until I had exploded five times.  It was too
erotic and I almost couldn't stand to watch.  Finally she had the handle
buried deep inside her, and then she shuddered, and then relaxed.

   The next night, I was practically drooling, as she prepared for bed. 
She again left the lights on and again sat completely naked.  She
immediately began with the brush handle and began to plunge it into herself
slowly.

   Then I became aware of something that tore my attention away.  My wife
was bitching about the cell phone bill, and announced that she was going to
talk to our daughter.  She got up and headed for the stairs.

   Our daughter was deep into enjoying the hairbrush and had no idea what
was coming.  My wife was not the kind of person to knock first.  She had
never masturbated, and would never understand or accept her daughter
masturbating.  Our daughter was about to get to be horribly shamed for
something I thought was natural and wonderful.

   Right or wrong, I didn't want my daughter to suffer her mother's tirade.
With two clicks, I activated the speaker on one of the hidden cameras.

   "Baby, you should stop, your mother's coming!" I said gently.

   In surprise, my daughter jumped back about three feet on the bed.  She
just sat there frozen and naked.  Then she swept into motion, grabbed a
bedcover and swung it over her.  At the last second, her hand shot out and
grabbed a schoolbook.  She pulled it back in just before her bedroom door
swung open.

   "Why is your light still on after your bedtime?" her mother demanded.

   Our daughter put on a winning performance as she lifted her head
sleepily.  "I have a big test tomorrow.  I wanted to study some more." She
slid the schoolbook out from in front of her.

   "Well, you went over your cell phone minutes," my wife changed the
subject.  She continued to bitch at our daughter, who took it all with
grace.  We couldn't really punish our daughter.  She was a straight "A"
student who never did anything intentionally wrong.  After our daughter
promised to be more careful using her cell phone, my wife left her alone.

   A few minutes after the door closed, my daughter slid off the bed,
clutching the bedcover over her naked body, and turned out the lights.

   The next morning when I saw our daughter, she wouldn't look me in the
eye.  When she finally did, I beamed my biggest, warmest, most loving smile
at her.  She instinctively responded with a warm smile of her own, then
remembered why she was ashamed, and ended up with an uncertain, but
relieved look on her face.

   That night, it quickly became apparent that she had found two of the
three cameras I had hidden in her room.  She looked directly at them often,
and avoided being naked at any time.  The next night was the same and I
began to wonder if it might have been better for her mother to have
discovered what her daughter was doing.

   The third night, I was still hurting from the huge canyon that had torn
between me and my daughter, when she walked into the family room and turned
on the TV.  I was already sitting there and her mother had gone to bed
early with a headache.

   I turned off my laptop so I could watch the movie with my daughter.  She
sat on the couch across from my chair, and though we didn't talk, at least
we were doing something together.  It was only about twenty minutes into
the show when I looked over and my attention focused to a needle point.  My
daughter was rubbing her crotch through her nightshirt.  It appeared almost
innocent, and she never took her eyes off the TV, but it was unmistakably
pleasurable for her.

   My cock hardened in my sweatpants instantly.  I couldn't look back at
the TV, or anywhere else.  As if on cue, she pulled her feet up onto the
couch and let her legs fall apart.  The nightshirt rode up to her hips,
exposing white cotton panties with bright yellow flowers.  Still, looking
only at the TV, she again began to rub herself through the front of her
underwear.  Something I had never seen in the hidden video, a distinct wet
spot grew in the crotch of her underwear.

   I hardly realized it as I slid my own hand into my sweat pants and
grasped my hard cock.  I only meant to shift it to the side and hide it,
but then I found myself stroking it.

   I had been watching her hand sliding deep in the crack of her wet
underwear, that with a start, I realized she was looking at me.  I froze,
sitting there mid-stroke of my cock inside my sweatpants.

   My daughter then shifted her weight, lifted her tight butt, and slid her
panties down.  Then she closed her legs, pulled her panties completely off,
and then let her legs fall wide open again, exposing everything.  I stared
at her incredibly white inner thighs with her bright pink slit now gaping
open.  Then she pulled her nightshirt off.

   Now she was completely naked, with only her swimsuit suntan lines
covering her.  Her nipples were small dark red bumps surrounded by white
triangles of un-tanned stark flesh.

   With an act of will, I looked up into her eyes, and she was looking at
me.  She was waiting.  Was she waiting for me to condemn her?  Was I
supposed to approve or encourage her?

   In the moment I was wondering what my little girl could want, I realized
that she wasn't just looking at my face, but also the huge bulge of my hand
gripping my cock inside my sweatpants.

   I understood.  I had spied on her and had watched her masturbate many
times.  Now it was my turn.

   It was only fair.  If it was okay for me to watch her play with herself,
then it would be okay for her to watch me expose myself and masturbate for
her.

   That seemed a good enough and logical reason.  I could almost ignore the
incredibly hot excitement that flushed through my body at the idea of being
naked with my daughter.  I secretly wanted to showing her how sexually
arousing I found her.

   I wanted to give her the full view.  I stood up from the chair and
pulled my sweat top off.  Then I hooked my fingers into my sweat bottom's
waist and bent to push them to the floor.  Then I stepped out of them.

   My iron hard cock waved in front of me, in my daughter's general
direction.  She in turn, stared with fascination at it.  I didn't know what
else to do, so I just stood there naked in front of my naked
twelve-year-old daughter.

   She made the first move.  Her hand slipped between her legs, and she
began to rub up and down her slit.  All the while, she stared at my cock.

   She was too incredibly hot to look at, just to stare at.  I burned to
show her how she really made me feel.  I reached down and began to stroke
my cock, but realized it was too intense, and I wouldn't be able to stay on
my feet very long.  I sat back down in the chair, but leaned back so that
my own daughter had a very clear view of how I was rubbing my cock.

   She watched it in fascination, and I watched her.  Her nipples were
already bigger than a boys and I could see them stand hard at attention. 
Her hand worked her clitoris furiously and then she stopped and slid two
fingers deep into her pussy.

   I wasn't going to last long, considering how hard I was pounding on my
cock.  But, I didn't have to.  My daughter arched her back suddenly and
gave out a little whimper.

   That was my cue.  I felt all my attention focus on her tight clenching
butt and her fingers buried in her pussy, and a rush of electricity flowed
through me and out the end of my cock.

   I shot my first load at least five feet, to land within two feet of the
couch.  The second and third shots didn't go as far.  My daughter watched
all of this with all the attention she could spare.  Then we both collapsed
at the same time.

   She got up first.  I didn't want to move.  I was naked and sexually
spent in front of my preteen daughter, and despite my shame, I also wanted
more.  She bent over and scooped up one of my semen puddles.  Rubbing it
between her fingers, she examined it.  I know she wanted to understand
more, but then she looked toward the hallway that leads to our bedroom,
where my wife hopefully slept.  She was right, and we were risking too
much.

   My daughter grabbed her few clothes, stepped over to where I leaned back
naked in my chair, and kissed me on the forehead.

   "I love you daddy." She said happily.

   "Wait," I motioned for her to bend over again.  This time I reached up
and pulled her head down and her lips to mine.  For a few seconds we shared
a wonderful kiss.

   Then I let go and she straightened up again.  The look on her face was
wonderful and exciting.  Then she sprinted, naked, for her room.  I watched
on my cameras as she went right to sleep.



   That was two nights ago.  Last night, I watched as she put on a
fantastic display for my cameras as she masturbated intensely and
furiously, looking up at me through the cameras often.  It was tortuous
agony to not be able to share my own pleasure with my daughter at the same
time.



   Tonight,,,