Jack woke up sometime later that evening. The baseball game that he had caught part of had ended without him knowing who won.
Jack stretched and stood up. He must have been having pleasant dreams because his cock was at full attention, straining against the confines of his basketball shorts.
He adjusted his prick so it was slightly more comfortable, and then took the chips back to the kitchen to put them away.
Jack noticed he was still alone. Good thing too, since his dick was standing straight up, looking at him through his shorts. He put on a pot of coffee, thinking it would help shake the sleepiness from his head, and checked the time. It was only 7:15. He searched around until he found his cell phone and saw he had a text from Emily.
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Since Jack had some time to himself he figured he'd start a load of laundry and then go rub one out. His lustful thoughts earlier, and the morning wood (or is it evening wood) were calling for attention. It had been a few days since he had jerked off, and he found himself looking forward to some alone time.
Jack made his way to the basement and sorted some clothes. He loaded up the washer and added the detergent. He mindlessly went about his actions, thinking more about what he'd be looking at on his computer once he was done. Once the machine was running he noticed he had dropped a pair of Emily's panties. He tossed them back onto the laundry pile without a thought.
Once done he went upstairs and grabbed a cup of coffee, then proceed to his study and opened the laptop. He searched through several sites and watched a few clips. Then he settled on a longer one of an older gentleman and a young woman. The girl looked to be about 30 but had her hair in pigtails pretending to be a teenager. Jack was horny enough to buy into the fantasy and went with it. He enjoyed a sip of coffee then lowered the waistband of his basketball shorts, finally freeing his aching cock. He slowly rubbed along his member as he watched the "young girl" blow the old man. The girl was in a cheerleader outfit and there were acting out some cheerleader/coach scene. The acting was terrible, but the woman looked good. Plus the age difference was a turn on for him.
Jack jerked his cock to the video until it ended. The action was typical of most porn, lick suck fuck, then the man cums on the girl before it fades to black. Still hard and not very close to cumming, he found another clip with an older man and a younger woman. This was the same kind of scenario, middle age woman passing herself off as a teen. Only this one started with the girl in her underpants on her bed and she kept calling the old man in the scene "Daddy".
Jack kept rubbing himself, but his attention had slipped away from the video. He kept imagining that it was his own daughter sitting around teasingly in her panties, and that he was the old man in the scene. The girl in the video had a camel toe showing, and Jack couldn't help but think of how his own daughter might look with her panties hugging her sex like that.
He was too horny now to be concerned about right and wrong. He knew he shouldn't be fantasizing about Emily like this, but his raging hard on was not about to let him stop. It ached for release, pushing him forward in his desires.
The scene on the laptop progressed the same as any other one. When it ended Jack decided to take a brief break, not wanting his alone time to end too soon. He tucked his boner back into his shorts and ran downstairs to refill his coffee cup. He took a sip as the porn from before still danced in his mind's eye. He pictured Emily having a camel toe again, fantasizing about what her slit would look like clad in a tight pair of cotton panties.
Then a realization slowly dawned on him. He should be cursing himself for thinking about his own daughter like this. he should be berating himself for being so sick. Instead he found himself remembering the pair of panties he left in the laundry.
Jack took another big sip of coffee, the caffeine seeming to add to his lust. He could see the panties sitting right on top of the laundry in his mind. He could go downstairs and take them. Sniff them if he wanted, or beat off into them. It was sick, he knew, but Emily wouldn't know. She never did laundry. He could have them cleaned and washed before she noticed anything. Jack's hard prick twitched, as if agreeing with his logic.
Jack put his empty coffee cup in the sink. He knew there'd be no going back. If he did this, something would be changed forever. He wouldn't be able to forget his actions if he followed this course.
His throbbing cock didn't seem to care. |