It was a Saturday morning in summer and I was fucking my wife. The morning sunlight was streaming into the bedroom. I have to admit that I wasn t super into it, but sex is better than no sex, so I was going through the motions. It didn t help matters that due to complications with my wife s birth control, I had to use a condom today, so I wasn t getting much sensation from the experience. But I m not a total asshole, so since my wife propositioned me first, I was ready to oblige.

I was on top and pumping away, listening to my wife s moans and trying to get more into the moment. Seeing she had her eyes closed, I briefly looked around the room seeking signs of inspiration. Being a vain person, my wife had mirrors up all over the place, and sometimes I got a kick out of getting a sideways view of us going at it. I tried to get a good look.

As I looked around, something took me by surprise. We normally kept our bedroom door shut, but it must have been left ajar, as I could see it had swung open a few inches. Furthermore, through the crack in the door, I could see the face of our 6 – year old daughter Cindy. I had no idea how long she d been standing there, but I could only assume she d walked by en route to or from the bathroom and was distracted by the sounds of our fucking.

Shocked at first, my first instinct was to stop and try to shoo Cindy away. However, I didn t relish the idea of getting out of bed with my erection swinging around and trying to explain what she d just seen and why it wasn t appropriate for her to be watching it. Even though I was able to see her, I sensed that she didn t know that I could. For the moment, I kept fucking and tried to think about what to do.

Interestingly, the more I thought about it, the more it started to become the kind of inspiration I d been seeking. I d never considered Cindy and sex as back – to – back topics. Sure, I d seen her pussy countless times while changing or diaper or giving her a bath, but I d always viewed it with the clinical indifference that a doctor would. But now, in this moment, I looked at this scene through her childish eyes and wondered what she was feeling. She d not yet been subject to any kind of "where do babies come from" talk, but I assumed she must still have some instinctive curiosity about what she was seeing. I thought about the fact that she d one day be grown up and getting fucked by a man and that she might think back to time she saw get parents going at it. I thought about her adult pussy would be the same one she had right now, and I wondered if it was getting damp in the moment watching from her parents fuck.

As these thoughts snowballed in my mind, I felt increasingly driven by this new – found arousal. If Cindy wasn t already damp or fully aware of what she was observing, it s like I wanted to do everything I could to make it a certainty. Up to this point, my wife and I had a sheet over us. But as it was a warm morning, it would not be unusual for me to flip off the sheet so I could get a good view of my wife s body. I did just that. As I exposed her, I leaned back upright and continued my penetration while gripping my wife by the ankles and spreading her wide. As I pounded her with deep strokes, I kept peeking at the mirror to my side and sensed that Cindy was probably getting a fine view of my shaft via the mirror. My wife remained oblivious, her head tipped back on the pillow and her eyes closed, building up toward her orgasm.

As I could hear my wife s breaths getting faster, I reached down and began thumbing her clit as I d often done in the past, bringing her orgasm ever closer. I could feel her pussy clamping ever – tighter on me, and I stuffed myself all the way inside her and rubbed firmly on her clit.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she yelped, as I pushed up hard against her and continued to press down on her clit.

As she thrashed about in her orgasm, my distractions about Cindy continued to consume my thoughts. I didn t feel close to joining my wife with an orgasm of my own, and I didn t want her feeling obligated to attend to me. As I realized I was wearing a condom and could get away with it, I did something I d never done before: I faked my own orgasm.

As my wife started to come down, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and could see that Cindy was no longer at the door. I guess she must have sensed that we were done with whatever we had been doing and she did not want to risk being discovered. My wife and I briefly exchanged our sentiments of a job well done, and my wife then excused herself straight to her post – sex ritual of getting in the shower to start her day. Whereas in the past I d sometimes be annoyed at her lack of interest in post – sex snuggles, in this case, as I removed the condom from my still – hard cock, I couldn t wait for her to be gone so I could be alone with my thoughts.

Once I heard the water running, I got back under the covers and began quietly stroking myself as I resumed my previous thoughts. As I closed my eyes, I let my new – found arousal take over again. I thought about Cindy s delicate mound and tiny pussy and felt my cock respond with a throb as a bead of pre – cum formed in my hand. I felt shame and guilt for thinking about my own daughter in this way, but this seemed to only enhance my excitement. I felt butterflies in my stomach at the thought that I would let myself have a full – on orgasm while I thought about Cindy s immature pussy.

Even as I teased myself closer and closer to climax, something was stopping me from going all the way. I heard the shower water running and knew I still had plenty of time. Not only would my wife take a long hot shower, her makeup table was right there in the bathroom, so I knew she d be holed up in there for most of an hour. I didn t actually have a plan, but I found myself getting out of bed, putting on a robe, and walking down the hall to Cindy s bedroom.

Cindy s door was open as it always was, and she was lying on her back on top of her bed looking at a picture book. Her legs were folded with her knees pointed up in the air, and the fabric of her light, summery nightgown was resting atop the bed such that I could see her upper thigh, the side of her ass cheek, and the bottom of her white cotton panties. As she hadn t even noticed me approaching, part of me was tempted to just take this sight with me back to my bedroom and finish jerking off. But after only brief hesitation, I moved forward.

“Hi sweetheart, ” I said, announcing my presence to Cindy. She looked up, startled. I wondered if she d really been reading or was still mentally processing the sex scene she d just observed.

I sat down right beside her as I d done so many times before, such as when tucking her into bed. Cindy dropped her knees so she was now lying fully flat on the bed. I then reached across and brought my trembling hand to rest on her upper thigh. Once again, touching Cindy was by itself not unusual, though if I was patting her or giving her a hug I might be more likely to touch her shoulder or her side. But whereas Cindy might think nothing of my particular choice of touch in the moment, as I felt the smooth skin and curve of her hip, I shuddered with further arousal. I rubbed gently as I spoke to her.

“Cindy, honey, did you see what I was doing with mommy?” I asked.

Cindy froze, likely unsure if she was in trouble. I continued.

“It s ok if you did, ” I reassured her. “Well, I mean, I don t mind. I m not sure about mommy. We don t need to tell her that you saw it, though. It could be our secret. ”

As I heard the words coming out of my mouth, I realized how awful and manipulative I was being. Cindy and I already had kind of a special relationship. As a parent, I was a total pushover, whereas my wife handed out a lot of the punishment. This was one of the few areas of conflict in our relationship. We didn t let it turn into a huge issue because our marriage was overall happy and Cindy was usually a good kid. But it did end up bringing Cindy and me closer. I d sometimes give her extra cookies and other treats when her mom was not around, and that was “our secret”. Having established a history of secrets between us, I realized how much power I had in this moment. I knew I should use that power responsibly, but my spontaneous desires also seemed to be controlling my actions.

Cindy just nodded. I didn t know if she was nodding to the idea keeping of a secret, or nodding to the question about having seen us fucking. It didn t matter, of course. I knew that she d seen it, and I think my asking of the question told her that I knew.

“Could you see where I was touching mommy?” I asked, locking eyes with Cindy. After a pause, Cindy just shrugged. I looked down to where my hand was resting at the top of her thigh, and Cindy s eyes followed my gaze. I slowly let my fingertips sneak under the fabric of her nightgown and gently lifted the material upward to fully expose her panties and tummy. Despite her legs not being spread, I brought the tip of my index finger to the top of her mound and slowly traced down between her thighs, feeling her warmth as I rested my finger against the top of her slit. Just as I d wondered, I could feel just a hint of dampness in her immature crotch. I shuddered at the thought of her having gotten aroused as she watched me fucking her mom.

“I was touching mommy in here. Grown – ups do it because it feels good. ”

As I said these words, I applied gentle pressure against her and wondered if she was getting aroused by it. I thought I could feel her pressing back against me just slightly. Increasingly unable to help myself, I brought my free hand to Cindy s knee and pushed gently as a sign for her to spread her legs wider, which she did willingly. As she made room, I cupped my hand entirely over her tiny mound and let my finger rest fully atop her slit, then leaned in to give her a kiss.

I wanted desperately to give Cindy an open – mouth kiss, but I didn t want to scare or confuse her, so I settled for a quick smooch. I then tilted my head sideways and began kissing Cindy s neck, fully aware that this would get a reaction because her neck was so ticklish. As soon as Cindy began giggling, I sat upright again and looked down at her now – smiling face. I once again rubbed gently at her slit through the fabric of her panties.

“Does it feel good, Cindy?” She paused, but then slowly nodded.

Meanwhile, my cock was still rock hard, and I glanced down and saw it lewdly poking up against the fabric of my robe. Cindy once again followed my gaze.

“Want to see it, sweetheart?” I asked. Cindy remained expressionless.

“It s ok. It ll be our secret, ” I repeated. With that, Cindy nodded. My arousal was now through the roof.

I stood briefly and dropped my robe entirely, showing my naked body to my daughter. I gestured for her to scoot over and make room, and climbed onto the bed on my knees in a straddling position with my hard cock pointing straight at Cindy s head.

I couldn t resist the urge to grip my big shaft and give myself a couple strokes, coaxing a bead of pre – cum out of the head of my cock. I looked down and could see Cindy staring directly at it, fascinated.

“You can touch it, honey, ” I said reassuringly. Not keen to wait, I reached down and gently took Cindy s wrist and began to lift it up toward my waiting cock. I figured if she truly didn t want to, she had every opportunity to pull away. Instead, with her hand open, I brought it to rest at the top of my shaft and wrapped her fingers around it, at least as far as her immature fingers could go. I felt proud at how big my cock looked with her hand barely able to grip it. I then slowly nudged her wrist in attempt to show her how to mimic the stroking motions I d been doing to myself. Soon she was doing her clumsy, 6 – year – old version of a hand job. While the sensation itself was far from expert and barely physically stimulating, the knowledge and newness of what was transpiring made me feel like I was going to explode.

“That feels good sweetheart. It feels even better than what I was doing with mommy. ” I once again felt guilt and shame for the manipulative words coming out of my mouth, and this only enhanced my excitement. Just like giving her secret cookies turned her against her punishment – wielding mother, now I was doing much the same by ranking her as sexually superior.

Cindy continued exploring my cock, now using her fingertip to smear the pre – cum that kept leaking out, which felt incredible on my sensitive tip. Seeing that she was so content to keep playing with it, my attention turned to what I d been doing previously.

“Sweetheart, ” I said calmly, bringing my hand down to the elastic band of her cotton panties. “I wanna take these off you. ”

Hearing no sign of resistance, I began awkwardly tugging down on them, trying to get the necessary leverage without causing Cindy to lose her grip on my throbbing cock. Thankfully, Cindy squirmed, lifted her ass, and folded her legs as necessary to help me out. This not only made my job easier, but gave me the implicit consent that let me feel it was ok to proceed.

Likely understanding my intent, when Cindy brought her naked legs back down to the bed, she did so with them spread wide apart. Seeing her soft mound now fully revealed, I shivered at the thought of having full access to her perfect little pussy.

I licked my middle finger and lubricated it with a health dose of slobber, then brought it comfortably against her warm slit. I could once again feel Cindy pressing back against me, letting me know that she enjoyed the stimulation. I could feel my saliva combining with whatever immature dampness she d produced during her voyeurism, and suddenly I had her pussy wet and slick and ready for play.

As I settled on Cindy s tiny clit, she responded immediately. I really had no idea how much response to expect from a girl her age, but clearly there was no issue with feeling this kind of pleasure. Cindy s manipulation on my cock paused immediately as she became completely entranced with what I was doing between her legs.

“That s it, sweetheart. This is like what I was making mommy feel, but I can do it to you like this with my hand. Does it feel good?”

Whereas Cindy s nods were previously slow and cautious, now it was quick and vigorous. Surely she was a little confused by these unfamiliar sensations, but probably due to feeling so safe with me, she seemed happy to let my expert hand do the work and experience these new feelings of pleasure. I could hear her breath getting faster and her face was flushed. I remembered how difficult it was bringing a girl to orgasm the first time I finger – fucked my high school sweetheart, and I marveled at how quickly this was progressing by comparison. I guess it goes to show what a little experience can do for a guy. Maybe it was also the fact that Cindy felt so completely comfortable with me.

I worked at her for several minutes, trying to find the pressure and pace that she responded to most. For a brand new pairing, with one of us still having many baby teeth left to lose, we were doing surprisingly well together.

“Ok sweetheart, I think it s going to start feeling REALLY good soon now. Just let it happen. I promise it won t hurt. ”

Cindy responded with more hurried nods. I upped the pace of my strokes on her clit and applied just a bit more pressure. I realized that her pussy had become even wetter since I d started fingering her. I felt validated by the fact that her body was responding so favorably to this treatment, even though society would think me a monster for doing it.

Suddenly I heard Cindy gasp, and looking at her face I could see her lips trembling and I knew it was happening. With a series of short, sharp breaths, I could see Cindy s face quickly change from confusion, then briefly to fear, and then ultimately relief. As I could see her coming down from the peak of her climax, I let my clit – strokes become gentler still, and eventually she pulled her pussy back from my touch. I sensed she was hyper – sensitive from this, the first orgasm of her life.

With Cindy now lying back wide – eyed and taking deep breaths, I leaned over to give her a hug, and she embraced me.

“You did great, sweetheart, ” I reassured her. “Did it feel good?”

“Yes daddy, ” was all she said, whispering into my ear. As I came up, I gave her a kiss, now lingering slightly longer than the earlier smooch. I gently ran my hand up and down her body as she began to relax.

“Ok honey, ” I said. “Can you help me feel good now too?”

I gripped my cock once again, and Cindy surely knew that I wanted more of the kind of attention she d been giving me earlier. Of course, being more excited than ever, and having seen how much she was willing to trust me, I had a very specific idea of how I wanted to finish this.

“When I did it with mommy, I put it in between her legs where I was just touching you. But yours won t be ready for that until you re older. But we could try putting it in your mouth. ”

Given Cindy s established willingness to go with the flow, I didn t really have the patience to start a long explanation or draw her a diagram. I simply shifted to lie down beside her, taking up most of the room on her single bed. With my cock now sticking straight up in the air, I patted down between my legs as a gesture for Cindy to move into position, which she did obediently.

I briefly sat up and began to pull Cindy s nightgown off over her head. She complied, putting her arms straight above her head and letting me undress her. We were now both naked. I once again took Cindy s wrist and guided her to grip my shaft, then nudged her little head so her lips were within inches of my cock head. I leaned back on the stack of pillows where Cindy had been reading her picture book just minutes before.

“C mon sweetheart, open up and try putting it in your mouth, ” I implored her.

As if everything else about this scene was not exciting enough, I almost lost it when I saw my daughter s cute little face stretch awkwardly to accommodate my adult cock. Within seconds, her lips were closed around me and I could feel the incredible warm wetness of her little mouth.

“Ok, now start sucking on it, ” I instructed her. I could feel the slightest hint of pressure, and I began gently rocking my hips and pushing ever – so – slightly on the back of her head, showing her that I wanted her to use her mouth to mimic the stroking she d been doing with her hand. Of course she could barely accommodate even just the head of my cock, so the motions were very minimal. But I was so aroused on every level that I knew I wasn t going to need a lot of physical sensation to get off.

I watched as my little daughter struggled with my big cock, doing her best to please her father. I thought about how quickly I d progressed from just seeing my daughter spying on me during sex to having my cock stuffed in her mouth, and I accepted that something appealing about the idea of sex with Cindy must have been waiting in my subconscious all along. It only took the right moment to trigger its emergence. While I knew the wider world would see what we were doing as wrong, it felt more right than anything I d ever experienced in my life.

As I marveled over how naturally appealing this felt, I realized my own orgasm was fast approaching. I knew I d need to further guide Cindy if I wanted to bring this to a safe and satisfying conclusion.

“Cindy, sweetheart, ” I said to get her attention. Whereas up to now she d been looking straight down at the work she was doing, she now looked upward at me. My cock was still tucked firmly in between her lips, her cheeks sucked inward. She paused briefly and listened.

“Mine s gonna happen real soon. What s gonna happen is, uh, a bunch of stuff is going to come out. And I need to you to catch it all in your mouth. Do you understand?”

She didn t really try to nod her head or answer me while her mouth was still full of cock, so I just assumed she heard me. I really wanted to do this. I loved blowjobs and watching my cum get swallowed, but my wife did it less and less over the years, despite my frequent pleadings. Having asked my daughter to keep this secret, I couldn t resist the urge to turn it into my ideal sexual experience.

“Keep sucking. Keep sucking on daddy, ” I urged her. I felt dirty and excited talking about myself like this in the third person. Everything that was wrong about it turned me on. The fact she was such a little kid. The fact she was my daughter. The fact it was “wrong”. The fact that it would probably warp her perspective on sex for the rest of her life.

She quickly resumed what she d been doing, and I kept reassuring her as I felt the waves of orgasm start to build.

“Don t worry, honey. Daddy s just gonna squirt in your mouth, and then you ll swallow it. You ll do fine. ”

I reached down and stroked her hair.

“It feels good, Cindy. It feels reaaaal good. ” I was getting closer.

Suddenly my climax was upon me, and I started to lose control. Anxious that I wanted this to go precisely as I d imagined, I gripped my shaft with one hand and the back of my daughter s head with the other. Holding my cock firmly in Cindy s sucking mouth, I began filling her up with my cum. I could feel Cindy s head twitch slightly as the first shots entered her, but she seemed to relax as she realized this was precisely what I told her to expect.

I grunted lewdly as I continued unloading into her. I had no idea just how much cum I was feeding to my daughter, as she d done what I d asked of her and kept her lips closed tightly around me. But considering the sharpness and number of spasms I felt shooting through my cock, I assumed I was having the biggest cum of my life. I once again thought about grown – up Cindy and wondered if, out of all the cum she d swallow throughout her life, if she d ever take a load as big and challenging as the one her father put in her mouth at age 6.

As the spasms started to subside, I relaxed my grip Cindy s head somewhat.

“Thaaaat it s it honey, swallow what you got. Swallow daddy s cum. ”

I stroked Cindy s hair again, then briefly let my hand linger over her throat and could feel the spasms of her repeated gulps. I felt such relief for myself and glowing love for my prematurely sexualized little girl.

“That s right. Keeeeep sucking, ” I added as my breaths became deeper. With my orgasm now having subsided, I gripped the base of my shaft between my fingertips and gave it a final upward pump, pushing the last drops of cum into my daughter s waiting mouth. Once I felt her suck it out of me, I stroked her head one last time and rested my hand on her back as I began to sit up, letting her know that her work was done.

“Oh honey, that felt great. ” I made sure the first thing she d see when she looked up at me was a loving smile.

“Thanks for doing that with me, ” I added, reaching out my arms, inviting her to give me a hug. She hesitated briefly, as I could see that she was still a little rattled by having to handle my violent orgasm. Her mouth hung slightly open, perhaps tired. Her eyes were also a little watery, though I didn t think she d been crying. Maybe it was just some side – effect of having strained her face so much while working to get me off.

Cindy did ultimately respond to my embrace, and I pulled her close to me and we laid down on the bed in a big naked hug. I ran my hands up and down her body once again and gently squeezed her ass and thighs. Now that I d broken this seal of seeing my daughter s body as a sexual object, I was entranced by sampling every part of her as if it was my new erotic possession.

“I m glad we could make each other feel good, ” I added. I didn t dare ask her if I d pushed it too far with how I finished up in her mouth. I could tell that this was surely not the only time we d be doing this, and I wanted her to feel like this had been an even trade.

“And we re not going to tell mommy, ok?” I added finally. I pulled back from our hug and looked her straight in the eyes, making sure she knew I was dead serious. She returned my serious expression and nodded.

“Yes daddy, ” came the additional verbal reassurance.

“That s good, sweetheart. This can be our new special secret, ” I said, once again hugging her close.

I glanced at the clock and realized that it was getting close to an hour since my wife had gone to take her shower, so I hurriedly got up and put my robe back on.

“You should get dressed, ok Cindy?” I said. Cindy nodded and hopped off the bed, walking over to her dresser. I looked back and exchanged one final smile with my little girl. I d gotten away with it.