“Don’t you remember ‘Daddy does daughter’? That was a good one.” She said, a brazen smile creeping across her face. “Or how about ‘Lockdown love – Daddy takes daughters’ virginity.’ I really loved that one. Especially the part where the daddy ate out his daughters’ hairless pussy.'” She said, naughtily winking at me. I guess that’s what led me to shaving mine.” She laughed.
Holy crap! How embarrassing was this? Not only had my daughter watched the pornos I had been watching, but it was porn about dads fucking their daughters. But worse than that, to tease me to the extreme, she had shaved off her pubic hair and set me up with this tiny towel and earrings twirl thing, just to make me look a fool.
“But maybe my favourite video of all, and I think it was yours too daddy, was that one where the daughter looked exactly like me.” She laughed. “Oh hang on, I forgot you watched about five movies with that same girl in didn’t you? And every one of them had a different guy pretending to be her daddy. I especially loved that part in one, where, to come on to her daddy, she slowly loosened her towel and let it drop, revealing her naked body to him.” She said, her hands moving up to the top of her own towel, teasing that she was about to do the same thing with hers.
“Don’t you dare,” I said, as her hand grabbed the towel and she started to unfasten it from around her breasts.
“What will you do if I let it drop daddy? Take me over your knee and spank me? And then spunk in me?” She replied now unable to stop laughing.
“Don’t you dare,” I repeated, not knowing what else I could do.
But there was no stopping her. Something had gotten into her, and she was going to do it anyway. As if in slow motion, the towel slowly dropped from around her breasts revealing their ample shape, her tiny soft young breasts and nipples. Then, as the towel fell further, it fell past her stomach and belly-button, until finally revealing her clean-shaven teenage pussy and then her slim athletic legs.
“OMG!” I thought. What was she thinking? She was my daughter. I was her dad. What was she planning to happen next?
“Do you like what you see daddy?” She asked, standing stark naked in front of me.
“Rachael, cover yourself up. Now!” I demanded.
“Or what?” She said stubbornly.
What could I do? It was a long time since I’d spanked her, and that would be the wrong move right now. But hell, that was what she wanted! Did she really want me to spank her? She was eighteen and my daughter. Should I give her what she wanted?
“I will spank you Rachael if you don’t put something on.” I threatened. Surely she would pull out of this practical joke before it went too far. She had to have a line somewhere. I just needed to figure out where it was.
“Do it.” She snapped back, acting like she had when she was a kid. It was that game kids play when they want something really bad.
Now I stood up, out of my chair. If she were going to give in, now would be the time.
“Rachael!” I warned her, my tone stern.
Slowly she leaned down to pick up the towel. It seemed to be working, I had found the line. Any minute now she would break out in laughter and say, “fooled you.” But instead of wrapping the towel back around her naked breasts, she threw it across the room.