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Shy Away
by J.E. Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A father spends an unexpected afternoon with his 
extremely shy daughter. (M/f-teen, ped, mast, voy)

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My daughter is the most wonderfully shy girl you could 
ever meet. She is virtually mute around people and 
averts her eyes rather than look at anyone, even me. 
It's been a constant from the time she was small. So 
imagine the shock I had when I realised that she was 
masturbating in the same room as me!

It all started when she came home early from her 
mother's one weekend. Normally I get every other weekend 
to myself, but this weekend she arrived home having 
walked all the way after her mother had to go away 
urgently to see her sister. She was happy enough; her 
cheeks were rosy with the uphill walk. She had on a 
short white flared chiffon skirt with a white strappy 
vest top, with white cotton ankle socks. At fourteen her 
legs are slender and shapely and her shape up top was 
very modestly endowed.

We have two sofas in our living room. I was lying on the 
three-seater watching TV, while she was lying on the 
two-seater. We were both facing away from each other, 
and to be honest I couldn't see her face, and would not 
even have known what was happening except that I could 
hear her. I didn't know what it was at first. But then I 
heard what was the unmistakable sound of heavy 
breathing.

I peered over to her sofa. She was slunk down in the 
seat, her body laid down along the length. Her knees 
were raised up so her feet were flat on the seat. But in 
so doing, her white skirt had ridden up her thighs to 
bunch up at her hips. And barely visible, I could see 
her hand stuffed down the front of her white cotton 
panties.

I couldn't believe it! Did she think I was asleep? Did 
she think I couldn't hear? Or was she just so caught up 
in her own sensations that she forgot I was even there? 
Or even didn't care that I was there! The last one 
excited me more than I knew it should have.

I've always found those first few years of sexuality 
really interesting. As girls develop into women their 
bodies seem to develop like fine porcelain. The childish 
shape morphs into a new and exciting female shape, not 
yet fully matured. Not woman, not child, but something 
beautiful in between. It's not even just the fact that 
they discover themselves, but on a purely aesthetic 
basis I find the way they look so beautiful.

My daughter had that beautiful body. I had seen it many 
times as I checked on her as I went up to bed. You check 
less as they get older, but occasionally I would have to 
drape her covers over her as she slept naked in bed. And 
her body was slender, her legs were long, and her 
breasts were raised bumps to make small pyramids of 
flesh.

But now there was no mistaking. This was sexual.

Her breathing was rasping as I watched her fingers 
stroking up and down her female groove, gathering her 
own moisture, no doubt, and slicking it up to her 
clitoris. Then I could see that her fingers were 
concentrating on her clit as she stroked gently up and 
down, around and around.

I was painfully aware of my own arousal, now pressed 
hard into my pyjama trousers. I like to slog around the 
place in anything comfortable when it's my time alone 
and I hadn't bothered putting anything else on when she 
got home. I raised my knees so I could disguise the 
obvious tent had I now created. But as I looked back at 
my daughter I could see she was busy with other things.

I watched as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her 
panties and quietly slipped them down, lifted her 
perfect bottom to allow them to slip effortlessly to her 
thighs, where they stopped. She'd obviously needed 
better access to herself. Her fingers slipped back to 
her bare pussy, and she began diddling her clit in ever 
quicker movements.

It was too much for me. I pulled up the elasticated 
waist on my pyjamas and released my raging hard-on. My 
fingers were instantly on it and I began to stroke in 
time with my daughter's thrapping clit. She breathed 
sharply in with pleasure as I saw her hips gyrate 
slightly. She must have come! She stopped. So did I.

I didn't want to make a sound, but my cock was throbbing 
to be touched. The only sound was the TV droning on in 
the background.

Then her fingers dipped down her pussy again and I could 
hear the slickness as she slipped her fingers deeper 
into herself. She stifled a moan. But I heard it. Then 
she slipped her slippery fingers up her wet pussy lips 
to her clit once again. I could see them glisten with 
her pussy juice! And we were off again. A little 
noisier. The wetness causing slopping sounds as her 
breathing shortened and she tried not to moan aloud. But 
her breathing was rapid, no mistaking that. She was 
totally wrapped up in her pleasure.

I was matching her. Her finger speed for mine. I could 
feel my own pleasure rising as I craned my head to watch 
my beautiful daughter pleasuring herself. Then her other 
hand reached up under her vest top, pushing it up as she 
grabbed hold of her tender young breast. She kneaded it, 
groping first one and then the other I could barely see. 

I could see her tweaking her undeveloped nipples, which 
were obviously sensitive, as she let out a breath which 
I hoped wouldn't sign the end of her pleasure. But 
instead it seemed to heighten my little girl's 
sensations, and her fingers at her pussy went into a 
blur of frenzied thrapping. 

I was on the brink, fighting off the need to come so I 
could come with my daughter. But with every stroke it 
became harder. I looked back over to a beautiful sight. 
Her breathing was now like a panic attack, and as her 
back arched she let out a half sigh, half moan gasp of 
air as I saw her fingers splashed with squirted come! It 
was too much for me, as she took her fingers away and 
her squirts hit her panties half way up her thighs! I 
squirted my own come up my chest and stomach, and 
slumped.

We both lay there, just getting our breath back. Both 
frozen. Unable to move. She must have known I had heard 
her, or seen her even, I thought. Maybe it had just 
dawned on her and now my shy daughter was paralysed to 
move. Then I thought, what if she had heard me? Or seen 
me. Her own father masturbating in the same room as her! 
What if she realised I had seen her and that's why I was 
masturbating? All these thoughts ran through my head, 
and yet my erection was still rampant.

Now thoughts of how to get out of the situation hit me. 
I was covered in come. And it would soon start running 
off me. I glanced over at my daughter. She was gently, 
as quietly as she could, putting herself right. Her vest 
top was back down, and she was pulling her soaking wet 
panties back up around her snug ass. Then her skirt was 
back in place and nothing had ever happened.

I noticed the T-shirt I had taken off earlier was draped 
over the back of the sofa. Thank God I hadn't dropped it 
in the laundry. I reached up for it and barely grabbed 
it between my fingers. I pulled it over myself and 
soaked up my come. And I carefully put my still hard 
penis into my pyjama trousers. I still looked like a man 
who had just wanked off. But one of us had to make a 
move.

I got up quickly and went for the nearest door – the 
kitchen. As I tried to hide my excitement I glanced at 
my glorious daughter. Nothing was amiss. Like she'd just 
been watching TV. As though I had imagined the whole 
thing. But as I caught her eye I smiled at her, "Okay, 
honey?" She blushed deep red and turned back to the TV. 
"Fine, Daddy", she said.

I made it into the kitchen and threw the T-shirt in the 
washing machine. I made a coffee to calm myself down. By 
the time I re-entered the living room she had gone. No 
doubt scampered upstairs to change. I heard the shower 
going.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had just 
had a wanking session with my fourteen year old 
daughter! I checked her sofa, and there, as if to prove 
I hadn't dreamed the whole thing, was a dark wet stain. 
I touched it, smelled it, and tried to taste it, but 
there was no taste other than upholstery.

I wandered up the stairs, just as she came out of the 
bathroom. She scurried away like a frightened rabbit. I 
went into the bathroom and found her clothes in the 
washing basket. Her panties were sodden. This time I got 
a taste of my own daughter's pussy. It was the most 
sensual taste and smell I have ever come across. I had 
to have another wank right there in the bathroom. And 
she never got those panties back again!

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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