Two weeks went by and Charlotte and I regained our normal comfort level when she and I were together. I wanted desperately to ask her what she was doing when the lights were out, but propriety kept me mum. It was another Saturday when she approached me in the backyard, I shut down the mower as she came to me, “Dad, can we talk?”
“Sure, what about?”
Her eyes flitted from the ground to the sky, “About, uh, you know, about my thing.”
“Thing?”
She looked at me annoyed, “Dildo.”
Well at least she was being blunt, not evasive, “What about it?”
She surprised me by asking, “Does mom have something like that?”
“Uh, well, yes, if you need to know.”
“Like mine?”
“Yes, an erection shaped dildo, a bit larger than yours, and it vibrates.”
Charlotte looked around, took a nervous breath then looked back at me, “Do you help her with them sometimes?”
I didn’t know where her curiosity was going but I wasn’t about to tell her to go away, what her mother and I did in the dark was too private, “Sometimes, they can be a fun diversion when we make love.”
She began to blush and I could see her struggling to tell me, “I kind of use mine a little but I haven’t gone all the way.”
Even though I knew what she was saying, the pervert within wanted to hear the words, “All the way?”
Charlotte flustered, sipped a breath then let it out as a rush of air, “I never put it in me, I’m scared to, it might hurt, I might bleed and it would freak me out.”
My daughter and I had been on the same wavelength since she was young, I knew what she was trying to say, “So, what are you saying girl, you don’t want to be alone if you use it properly?”
She was visibly shaking, beet red in the face as she very quietly asked, “Can you help me daddy, if you help mom, can you show me how it’s supposed to work too?”
A hundred different responses flooded my mind, my nuts tightened up, my prick flexed with an erotic shock, my mind’s eye magnified the memory of Charlotte naked and lying on her bed. I felt a shiver run up my spine as she looked at me, pensive, awaiting my answer, “Are you sure that’s what you want?” She didn’t say anything but dropped her eyes to the lawn, her cheeks were still burning when she nodded then turned and ran back into the house. Charlotte left the house shortly after she propositioned me and I was glad because the couple of times I saw her before she left, my prick reacted to her. Not a full-blown, tent my pants erection, but a swelling that tickled with thrills; half hard. If she had been in my sight longer, I would have tented my pants.
Another week passed; she didn’t say anything and I didn’t approach her, but I did sneak peeks into her room after she went to bed. I didn’t see her toy, but I did manage to see her sweet teen body again. Twice I stood by the bed and admired her delightful feminine features as she slept. One of those nights I seduced my wife, which was my unspoken explanation for having an erection when I went to bed. The next Friday night Charlotte was out with friends, Pearl took the twins to an Avengers movie so I was alone. I gravitated to my daughter’s room and sat at the desk and her laptop. I sat for a few moments, absorbing the teen girl environment, then opened the computer and booted it. In moments I was looking at ‘password’. Hmm, what might she use? I tried her name, her birthday, and a couple of obvious words. It was when I typed in ‘Furball’ that her home screen opened. Furball is her cat.
I snooped in documents and found only schoolwork, but the pictures folder was a bit more interesting. I sat and viewed a few dozen selfies of my daughter in several stages of dress, or undress. There were a lot of family album-type pictures, but those didn’t capture my attention like her nudity, partial or all, didn’t matter. There were also a few pictures of her best friend Mallory. Mallory too wasn’t timid about disrobing for the camera either. Mallory was just as riveting in bra and panties as Charlotte, maybe more so, because the enchanting young blonde wasn’t my daughter. I couldn’t decide which girl had the more appealing body so I studied the two teens meticulously for fifteen minutes. I zoomed in on each for closeup perspectives on all parts of their bodies, it was a tossup, both were pretty, both were hot. Charlette had more appealing breasts, but Mallory was taller, a bit leggier. The pretty young brunette could make me forget I’m a middle-aged, married man. My prick was half warm steel when I moved on to the next file.
The next folder I searched was ‘Videos’; there were several, but the ones I paid attention to were three recent videos of Charlotte; Charlotte and Mallory; Charlotte, Mallory and their new dildos. I watched several minutes of the two girls dancing and displaying while disrobing, then playing some non-sexual grab ass. The third video was an introduction to their new sex toys. Both girls giggled and blushed while showing off their dildos then shyly putting them between their lips and legs. While I had a strong physical reaction to the three increasingly graphic videos, I sincerely hoped that the only place they could be found was on Charlotte’s computer.
I didn’t have all day to drool over the two, so I moved on. I didn’t bother with social media accounts but I opened her browser then went to the history file. Charlotte didn’t delete her internet history so two weeks’ worth of web information popped up. I settled down to see what my daughter and her friend surfed. It didn’t take me long to find her porn sites. The most popular seemed to be a site that was suited more for women than men. There were beefcake men in various poses and clothing, including nude. Pictures and videos of male genitals, hard and soft, populated the web page, then I found an assortment of videos that showed just women’s hands fondling pricks until they became erections. Another site offered only women and their toys, for half an hour I sat and browsed my daughter’s fantasies, watching the fair sex fuck and suck plastic pricks of all sizes, colors, and shapes. The only thing I didn’t see was real man and woman action. Maybe she looked at the sex act on another site, but the ones I saw were void of that trend. Before I quit the computer, I went back to the videos; Charlotte and Mallory dancing nude and teasing themselves with dildos, I regained full manhood status as I fantasized about sliding my cock deep into Mallory. I had to quit the computer because Pearl and the boys would be home soon, but I knew I would be back. Back to look for more soft-porn videos in which my daughter and her friend were the star attractions.
When I left her room, I was hooked on the idea of teaching my daughter how to use her dildo properly. I waited for a few more days but Charlotte hadn’t said a word, hadn’t indicated in any way she was ready to experiment. I was having a hard time being her father, especially when she would wear tight jeans or curve-clinging red yoga pants. My daughter’s shape and form drew my eyes like magnets. It was even harder to maintain my disinterest when Mallory came to visit. If she was wearing a skirt, I had to forcibly keep my eyes from her very womanly legs. For a while, Charlotte’s friend was number one on my list of fantasy women, but the longer I thought about my daughter, her proximity, the dildo, the pictures, and videos, she edged past her friend to the top spot of my daydreams.