Understanding Daddy

I never fully appreciated the story of how I came to be the kinky fellow I am, until my daughter, Julie, told it to me from her perspective. Now I see it. Let's see if you do too.

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Julie had been home from college for almost a week before she finally got a chance to get onto my computer to check out my porn activities. She expected to find plenty, she just hoped it would be mainstream stuff. After what her dorm roommate had told her, she just needed to know I wasn't "falling down the rabbit hole". That's what Kathy called it -- the porn rabbit hole.

Julie was relieved to find what she considered to be typical fodder for a 48-year-old man to be jacking off to. Lots of attractive women with big tits engaged in a variety of hetero sex. I didn't have any saved files, but I did have an extensive library of browser bookmarks across several folders. Not surprising that they weren't hidden, given the fact that I now lived alone - at least while she was away at school. There was no one in the house to hide things from.

As she randomly clicked through the bookmarks, her only surprise was her arousal. Julie had never been interested in online porn. She found it exploitative toward the women. The professionals were either uninspired or bad at acting. The amateurs often appeared coerced, if not downright abused. This was the first time she didn't get turned off, which in turn meant there was nothing preventing her from getting turned on. The fact that her father had curated this porn collection and had certainly gotten off to it made her own stimulation more intense. It was like incest, once removed. She was sharing something with her dad, even if only she knew it.

Julie continued her research, but now she loosened her pants and slipped her hand over her clit. She identified with the women in the videos, who were all clearly enjoying themselves. Some were in charge, others were supplicants, but their emotions were genuine. Like the woman who was sucking the large cock -- Julie could see the woman enjoyed it immensely, even as it savaged her mouth. The woman was not just accepting it, she craved it. Each time the man withdrew to let her steal a few breaths; it was the woman who sunk the fat cock back into her mouth. Willingly! As if she needed to be face fucked!

And the other woman who was getting fucked missionary -- she looked into her partner's eyes so deeply, so passionately. Julie was mesmerized by the woman's expressions. How they shifted between bliss and desperation. She'd never seen such an ordinary looking woman transformed into such a beautiful one by being fucked so thoroughly.

Her computer session took longer than expected, and culminated in a satisfying orgasm. Not a record setter, other than it was her first from viewing porn. Knowing she didn't have long, she opened the one bookmark folder she hadn't yet investigated and used her phone to snap a picture of the links, intending to check them out later.

Her panties were soaked -- and she didn't enjoy feeling dirty. Returning to her room, she draped them over the edge of her closet hamper to dry, then jumped in the shower.

I was feeling better than I had in a long time. It was Friday and I was looking forward to the weekend with Julie. It had been five years since my wife had died, and since then, Julie had become my everything in life. Which was fine while she lived at home, but her first year at college had been difficult for me. If it hadn't been for my newly acquired porn distraction, I probably would have been bored silly. I was always awkward around women, so getting back into the dating pool in my late forties was something I just couldn't bring myself to do. Now that Julie was home for the summer, things were definitely looking up.

"Hey Jules, I'm home!" I announced as soon as I was through the door.

"Hi Dad, I'm in the shower, be down in a few." she shouted from the bathroom.

I headed to my room to get out of my work clothes. On my way I passed by Julie's room and noticed some of her clothes on the floor. Knowing she was in the bathroom, without even thinking about boundaries, I fell into dad mode and stepped in to gather up her clothes, placing them in her hamper. The panties hanging off the edge were just another errant article of clothing to be corralled into their proper place. I hooked them with a finger and flipped them over the edge into the hamper. Then I felt moisture on my finger and froze. There could have been innocent explanations for why they were wet, but I ruled them all out with one sniff. Leaning my head out, I heard the water running, and knew I still had at least a few minutes. I retrieved the panties and sniffed the cotton gusset. Heaven! I inhaled deeply and shivered as I smelled my beautiful daughter's 19-year-old pussy. The aroma was fresh, and... oh God, they were still warm! I slipped my tongue out, just to take a little taste. Pungent, with a slightly slimy texture. So naughty! I was getting hard and feared I would not be able to maintain control, so I quickly folded and stuffed them into my pocket.

As I headed down the hall to my own room, I heard the sound of water from the bathroom again. Not the shower, but not the sink either. Ah, it was the sound of a strong stream of piss into the toilet! I walked up to the bathroom door and pressed my ear against it, knowing I was safe as long as that sound continued. I pulled the panties out of my pocket and inhaled as I listened. Now I was smelling my daughter's pussy as it pissed into the toilet. The hiss died down to a tinkle, and I pictured her stream thinning, casting off random golden droplets. If only I could smell her piss mixed with this scent of pussy! The toilet flush broke me out of my reverie, and I snuck back to my room, my heart beating fast.

The next day, Julie got around to checking out the websites on her phone. They turned out to be from the same website and each link was an erotic story. She was shocked when, one after the other, they all turned out to be about panty sniffers. Men who secretly raided the hampers of women and sniffed their dirty panties. Some sniffed while they jacked off, others sniffed, then wrapped them around their penis and jerked off into them. Some even wore the panties while jerking off, and cumming into them. It was just the kind of perversion she had been worried about. She wondered if her dad had ever raided her hamper, then suddenly remembered the panties she had soaked yesterday. Rushing to her hamper, she saw they were no longer hanging over the edge. Her heart sank as she rooted around inside. She was briefly relieved when she found them, until she noticed they were clean. No discoloration, no scent. He had washed them! It must have been to get rid of his cum.

This is the kind of thing Julie had feared. Now she only hoped it wasn't too late to coax him out of the rabbit hole. She had to take action. She needed to remind him of why a real woman was worth the effort, before he got sucked in too deep. If he got off on sniffing panties, it had to be because he really wanted pussy. To smell it, to taste it, maybe even to worship it. Fortunately, she knew just who to enlist for this mission. Like Julie, her friend Amelia was also 19 years old and when it came to sex, she had a bit of a one-track mind. The girl loved being eaten. The age or gender of who was between her legs didn't matter to Amelia, as long as they showed the proper mix of skill and enthusiasm. One phone call was all it took. Amelia was currently between partners and had been, as she put it, "holding auditions" for a few weeks now. She was quite open to Julie's proposal, and the logistics were easily arranged.

"Daddy, I'd like to have a friend over for a movie tonight, is that okay?"

My radar pinged whenever she called me daddy. It usually meant she wanted something from me. I didn't mind though, because it always meant she was feeling mischievous, and that was usually fun for both of us.

"Sure honey, no problem. Who's the friend? Anyone I know?"

"Her name's Amelia. I don't think you've ever met her before, but we went to high school together and she's really nice. I think you'll like her. And I insist you join us. We can make some popcorn and you two can get to know each other."

My radar pinged again - louder. It sounded like my daughter was trying to set me up with one of her friends. Definitely weird, but I wasn't about to argue. That evening, when Amelia showed up, I was glad I hadn't - the girl was hot! Not beautiful, like Julie; but she had a no-nonsense look that appealed to me. Borderline cold, but offset by an inquisitiveness that seemed to flash on easily. She had very dark hair and she left it refreshingly natural, her eyebrows were full and natural. Her arms were also hairier than normal, the color accentuating the effect. Her outfit didn't hurt either: a snug, thin sweater that showed off her firm, medium breasts and a mid-thigh skirt covering a gorgeous pair of legs. If the sweater had school letters, it could have been a cheerleader uniform.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Cooke. Julie has told me so much about you, I feel like I already know you."

She had a sultry voice that I found incredibly sexy, like a young Kathleen Turner or Lauren Bacall.

"Please call me John, Amelia. And I hope it was all good things Julie told you?"

"At least all interesting things. 'Good' may be premature."

All three of us were working in the kitchen preparing snacks and drinks. Whenever Amelia's back was turned, I had trouble not staring. I was fascinated by the sway of that skirt, in and out under her butt. I'm pretty sure Julie caught me at least once, because she smiled, which stunned me. When we got everything into the living room, Julie took charge of the seating.

"Daddy, you sit in the middle of the sofa so Amelia and I can share you if we need to take cover through the scary parts."

I didn't know it was a scary movie, but suddenly that didn't sound so bad. As soon as Amelia sat down, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her feet up under her, the skirt riding up her toned thighs. She had wedged herself into the corner with her body angled halfway between the screen and me. On the other side, Julie nestled up close to me, a position not unusual for us when watching a movie, particularly a scary one.

"Amelia, that outfit looks so cute on you, I just want to eat you up! Doesn't she look cute, Daddy?"

"Uh, yeah... I mean, yes, she does." Ugh. I think I used to be better at this. Decades ago. For her part, Amelia just took the complement with a flourish of her skirt. It landed in a more revealing position, but nothing scandalous.

We had talked through the credits, but once the movie got going the tension built quickly, ending with one of those shocks that makes everyone jump. In the aftermath, Julie was clinging to my right side, her face buried in my shoulder. Amelia was turned away from the screen in a fetal position. Her skirt remained low enough to rest across her hips, but her entire bottom was on display, and I stared. Right where her panties narrowed to a thin strip, several errant black hairs poked out. I continued to stare as Julie recovered from her fright, lifted her head and caught me again. She stretched up to my ear and whispered:

"Amelia's more than just cute, isn't she Daddy? She's luscious! Doncha think?"

I nodded, not wanting Amelia to hear. I would have stared at her plump little panty-covered ass all night, but Julie broke the moment.

"Hey Ames, you all right over there?"

"That depends, it is over?" She didn't move, unless you count a slight tightening of her self-embrace, which served to push her butt out just a bit more.

"Yeah, it's safe to look."

Amelia recovered and sat back up, still against the corner, but feet now on the floor. Without preamble, Julie stood up and began walking away. Over her shoulder she told Amelia:

"Ames, I think you've got it from here. You two enjoy... the movie. Bye Daddy!"

And then she strolled purposefully to the kitchen, picked up her purse and was out the door. I heard her car door and ignition as Amelia said:

"Don't worry -- nothing's wrong. Julie asked me to explain. She thought it would be less awkward. See, she and I thought..." turning toward me and parting her legs slightly, "that you and I might get along well."

She spread her legs wider, no longer in a casual way. In an obvious way that showed me her panty-covered crotch.

"John, Julie told me about your fetish."

The words hit me hard, and I thought 'my fetish'? She must mean watersports. More of a kink, technically, but this was no time for semantics. How would Julie know about that? I thought back to yesterday when I listened to her pee. Had she heard me? Did I cast a shadow visible under the door? I was panicking and couldn't think of anything to say, but Amelia just went on.

"She was using your computer and saw your bookmarks. At first she was just kind of curious, but she snooped around and found the kinky stuff you keep separate."

Oh my God! She did find it -- the watersports stuff was all on a separate partition of the drive, and I used a different browser. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck!

"I don't know what to say Amelia. I'm so embarrassed. I-I..."

"Please, John" spreading her legs wide open toward me "you don't have to say anything. All you have to do right now is come here."

She leaned back and slid her crotch wantonly toward me, reaching her arms out and up; hands raised to receive my head and guide it where she wanted. I did not resist.

"You go ahead and get a good sniff."

She let me breathe in her aroma to my heart's content. I could feel the heat from her pussy through the thin fabric. I move her panties to the side and began to lick her.

"Mmmmmmm, yes. You're moving along nicely, Johnny. Let's just take a second and get these out of the way."

She peeled off her panties and handed them to me.

"A souvenir. Now, get your face back in there and show me how good you eat pussy."

I pocketed the panties and did as instructed. I couldn't believe what was happening. Fortunately, Amelia was aware of the need for further explanation.

"You're doing wonderfully Johnny. When Julie discovered your fetish, she thought of me right away. She knew it wouldn't scare me away. She knew I would appreciate someone with your particular... tastes."

I couldn't believe this. Amelia liked watersports? And Julie knew that? This was all mind-blowing. I might have questioned whether it was too good to be true, but given the last ten minutes, believability was a train that had already left the station. I decided to just get onboard and try to keep up.

"In case you're wondering, once Julie saw your interest in me, she enacted the part of her plan where she drives to my parent's house. They're out of town, so she can spend the night. Which gives us all night to play. Oh, God - you do that sooo goood! I think you and I are going to get along famously. Your gonna love what I have to give you, aren't you Johnny?"

"Umm hmmm!" I thought: You can give me all your pee. I promise I'll love it!

I licked her pussy lovingly, all the while imagining her piss flowing out of it. Every now and then my tongue would pass over her urethral opening and I'd linger there, hoping I might be able to tease out a drop, wondering if she were bold enough to start playing games right here on the sofa. I just wanted to be ready for anything.

"We've got a big night ahead of us, Johnny. For now, I gotta pee. Meanwhile, why don't you just take care of whatever it is you need to do."

This was it, I thought. She's giving me an open invitation! There was so much I wanted to do, but I told myself to take it slow. Like she said, big night ahead of us. But I at least wanted to see and hear her peeing. And hopefully smell. I followed at her heels like a puppy dog towards the bathroom. As I was crossing the threshold, I ran into the door she was closing behind her.

"WHOA! What the hell! What are you doing?" she practically shouted in my ear.

"I-I...I just wanna watch. I thought that's what you wanted too!"

"What? What the hell gave you that idea?"

"Everything you said... about my fetish. About you knowing, because Julie found out. About the separate hard drive partition and the watersports porn."

"Uuhhh, I never mentioned watersports porn, and I don't even know what a -- what did you call it -- a hard drive partition? I don't even know what that is. Julie found out about your panty fetish. I came here to give you some real live pussy to eat. You can forget about that! Now get out of here so I can pee, then I'm out of here!"

I backed out, aided by a firm hand on my chest, then stood there dumbfounded. I tried to run it back in my head -- how had I made such a huge mistake? I had become so captivated by fantasies of women peeing that my previous infatuation with panties seemed to me like an innocent picadillo, not a real fetish. I tried to recall everything Amelia had said, in the new context of a panty fetish. It made sense, but it was hard to concentrate once I heard the lovely tinkling coming from the other side of the door. A beautiful hairy 19-year-old pussy was pissing a thin stream into the toilet, and I was never going to get to see it. Or smell it. Let alone taste it. I got so caught up in my own regrets that I didn't register that the sound had stopped. When the door opened again, I was still standing right where Amelia had left me.

"What are you doing, still standing here? Oh my God, you were listening, weren't you? You filthy little pervert! Get away from me!"

She grabbed her purse and headed out the door as I pleaded:

"Please don't tell Julie! Please Amelia!"

"Are you kidding me? Of course I'm going to tell Julie. She has to know what kind of creep she's living with."

She was gone before I could plead my case further. Although I don't know what I could have said. I went back and sat on the sofa, turned off the TV and stewed. I couldn't think of a way out of this. I didn't know what Julie would do when she found out. Would she come storming back home immediately? Would she come back at all? I was so scared. I didn't want to lose her. I couldn't stand it if I lost her. I don't remember how long I remained stuck in that loop, but eventually I crawled off to bed. If I could sleep, it would have to be better than this mental anguish.

When I awoke the next morning, the house was quiet. Julie's car was still gone. I fixed a meager breakfast and ate in silence as the dark thoughts from last night resumed their assault on my sanity. I was cleaning up the kitchen when I heard her car. She walked through the door and as soon as she saw me, she said:

"Don't even talk to me. You disgust me. Just leave me alone."

She went to her room, and I burst into tears and stumbled to the closest dining room chair. She had to have heard me bawling, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered as long as she felt like that. I couldn't imagine what I could do to make things better. I couldn't fix this, and we couldn't ignore it. It seemed like my life was over. I hadn't cried so much in five years, not since Barbara had died. But back then, at least I had Julie to help me through it, even if she was only 14 and needed me more than I needed her. At least we had each other. Alone -- this was way worse. Hours later, when Julie finally appeared, I was still at the dining room table, dry eyed, but comatose.

"Dad, we need to talk."

I always thought that was the worst thing you could hear from someone you loved. Now I welcomed it, I just didn't think I was capable of participating. She pulled up a chair and reached across the table, taking my hand.