My wife had just left our daughter’s room when she sat beside me on the bed, and chased an Ambien with a glass of wine. I looked over to her and, in my playfully seductive voice, asked “Feel like cuddling, sexy?” She dropped her head to the pillow and replied, “Not tonight, this pill is gonna knock me out in a minute.” “Babe,” I responded in frustration, “It's been three months. I feel like a damn born again virgin!” She burrowed a bit deeper in her pillow, “Sorry, this medicine must be effecting my sex drive. Oh yeah, don't forget to go tell Meg goodnight.”

I sat and stared angrily at my wife as she began to snore lightly. My hard-on ached for relief and I thought momentarily about fucking her anyway. The combo of wine and sleeping pills would keep her asleep even if I decided to fuck her ass, something that had always been off limits. The thought of her reaction to finding cum dripping from her ass in the morning was enough to dissuade me from following through though. Instead, I stepped out of bed and headed across the house to Meg’s room.

Arriving at our daughter’s room, I paused and looked through the 8-inch crack between the door and jamb. The light spilling in from the hallway revealed a creature who was the spitting image of her mother; not surprising since her mother was only a bit older than this when we married. I grinned at the disarray Meg had created while falling asleep. Blanket thrown on the floor, sheet tangled around one foot, arms splayed above her head, she was as wild at rest as she was awake. I crossed her room to cover her and, as I bent to pick up her blanket, I realized that the hem of her gown had ridden far enough up her waist to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties. My breathing stopped and my legs weakened as I realized that my daughter’s pussy was shaved completely bald!

I dropped to my knees, transfixed by the beautiful sight before me. I had asked, begged, and pleaded with my wife, for our entire relationship, to shave her pussy. A request that was always met with the argument that shaving there was unhealthy and unnatural. Well there was nothing unnatural looking about the object of my gaze at this moment. It was smooth, ever so slightly puffy, with the barest hint of inner labia peeking out. I realized that I had unconsciously leaned closer in, while my hand had gravitated to my cock. A cock that was so hard, it felt as if the skin was about to split. I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager!

“What the fuck am I doing?” I muttered. “This is my teenage daughter I'm getting aroused about!” I held my breath as she squirmed in her bed, panicked that my soft words had awakened her. She settled back down, only now her legs were a bit wider and angled more towards me, allowing the hall light to fall squarely across her exquisite pussy. I was trapped, there was no way I could break myself free of this spell until I released the buildup swelling my balls. I decided that it was my wife's fault this was happening if she had just let me fuck her, I wouldn't be in this position. Besides,it's not like I hadn't seen my daughter naked before, I'd given her hundreds of baths and changed an untold number of diapers. I was simply doing a bit of a “then and now” comparison. Emboldened by these thoughts, I closed the last few inches between myself and the edge of the bed.

Meg’s perfect pussy was now just inches from me, a fact that may explain why I suddenly decided I needed to touch it. Just rubbing one out while staring at my daughter's precious twat wasn't going to be enough; I needed to feel the cool, smooth skin left exposed by her grooming habits. I had to know if it was as soft as it looked, if that slight chubbiness would yield to gentle pressure from my fingers. Just the thought caused my cock to twitch and I thought I was going to spill my load right then. I paused for a moment and let things settle a bit as I convinced myself that she wouldn't wake up if I was gentle enough.

My hand crept cautiously toward my daughter's waist; slowly closing the distance between us, like some great jungle cat creeping up on a delicate bird. Finally, my hand hovered over her beautifully shaven mound and I lowered it until my fingers brushed the softest, most tender, skin they'd ever felt. My heart raced and adrenaline poured into me, causing a feeling in my stomach like a covey of quail had been flushed from behind my navel. I let my fingers rest lightly on her mound while I drank in the feelings pouring over me. This is what a pussy was supposed to feel like, this softness that surely could only be equaled by angel wings. I looked at the source of my ecstasy and realized that my thumb had seemingly developed a mind of its own. It was stroking Meg’s clit like you would a frightened kitten, slowly and gently. A small moan escapes her lips, and I stared intently at her face, trying to see if she was waking up, but my thumb never stopped. Once I was sure she wasn't waking, I returned my attention to the heaven between her legs.

Again my cock twitched in a pre-orgasmic manner; her labia were swelling! She was becoming aroused by the attention her clit was receiving and it was making her pussy lips puffy! I increased the pressure and pace very slightly and continued to watch. Small moans were escaping her mouth with more frequency, but I couldn't tear my eyes from this perfect pussy in front of me. Not only were her pussy lips swelling, I could see moisture beginning to seep from between them. I was gently masturbating my daughter to a sleeping orgasm! Once again, I increased the pressure and pace of my thumb, very slightly. After a few more moments, her pussy lips had parted slightly and her pussy juice glistened in the light from the hallway.

I leaned forward and breathed in the intoxicating aroma of her ever-increasing juices. They were beginning to drip down and curl around her asshole before puddling on the bed. Her moans were coming more frequently and her hips were beginning to twist and move. Suddenly, her hips bucked and her pussy hit my mouth and nose before she fell still again. The heat coming from inside her was unbelievable! I was certain she had burned my lip with her pussy. My tongue snaked out and tasted my daughter's juices on my lips while my thumb continued its work, much faster now. The taste was like nectar of the gods! Never had something so sweet and pure graced my tongue. I was no longer even remotely in control of my actions as my shot forward and my open mouth sealed itself around my daughter's cunt. My tongue lapped up her juices like a dog eating peanut butter; no thought to technique, just a mad attempt to get all of her juices in my mouth. Soon I was drilling my tongue inside her, trying to reach all the way to her cervix while I used my nose to stimulate her clit. My hands were gripping the insides of her thighs while I went after my task like a man possessed.

I was only slightly aware that her moans were no longer quiet, she was practically yelling and it almost sounded like I heard “Harder!” in there somewhere. I was squeezing the tender insides of her thighs with all of my might when her hips began to buck and her pussy started to gush like some turned on a faucet. That was all I could take, my untouched cock began to jerk as spurt after spurt of cum shot out. I didn't remember ever cumming that hard in my life, not even when I lost my virginity to her mother!

Meg’s hips settled about the same time my cock dribbled out its final bit of cum and I slowly regained my senses. What the fuck had I done?! There was pussy juice all over Meg’s bed, an enormous puddle of cum on the carpet, and there were certainly going to be bruises inside her thighs tomorrow, bruises that perfectly match my hands. I quickly turned, still on my knees, and quickly crawled to the door. Just before reaching the threshold, I heard my daughter's voice call out, “Thank you daddy.” I didn't reply, just scurried out the door with my mind swirling, full of questions, possibilities, and shameful joy.