Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

I start scrolling back again, watching them get back into bed, the covers flying over them, as if they have a life of their own. I move faster now that they’re asleep, with Karla spooned against Connie’s back. I watch the time readout and realize that I’m almost back to where I stopped watching last night. I slow down and then abruptly stop the playback. The girls are lying next to each other, on their backs, with their legs spread apart. The ceiling camera picks up their full frontal nudity and the wall camera is pointed between their legs.

I scroll a little farther back to see how they got in this position and watch Karla jump over on top of Connie. It’s just a few minutes after I shut off the monitors last night. I start the playback at regular speed and watch my daughter, roll off of Connie and flop over on her back with her legs spread. They lie there for a while, catching their breath, as I try to zoom in on Karla’s pussy.

It takes me a minute to remember that I’m not watching this live and I have to use the playback software, not the camera, to zoom in. Once I get the right controls, I zoom in on Karla’s wet pussy. I try to forget it’s my daughter and rationalize that I’m just a guy getting turned on by a sexy pussy, regardless of whose it is. I pause the playback, freezing Karla in mid-air, as she rolls off of Connie and swings her leg in a wide arc. The view of her splayed open pussy, oozing pearly beads of creamy sauce, is breathtaking.

They only lie like that for a few minutes, before pulling the covers over themselves to go to sleep. I replay that few minutes of footage over and over, zooming in on different parts of their bodies, comparing their nipples, pussy lips, pubic hair, even their mouths.

I keep one monitor on Karla’s pussy, while I zoom the other monitor in on a close up of her mouth. I know her lips are still wet with Connie’s pussy juice and I vigorously stroke my cock, imagining what they would feel like wrapped around the head of my cock. Splitting my focus between her sensuous mouth and her dripping wet pussy, I shoot a huge load of cum onto my stomach.

What am I doing? Am I so fucking perverted that I get off watching my own daughter? This is incestuous, even if I’m not actually fucking her. Why does she have to be so fucking sexy! Again, I vow not to watch any more footage of her naked body.

It’s an easy vow to keep, because the girls return from shopping and then go out with their friends. I’m asleep when they get home and then Karla leaves right after breakfast on Sunday morning.

Standing by her car, she hugs and kisses me goodbye. When she presses her small tits against my chest, I have my first sexual reaction to my daughter’s touch. Fuck! I’ve never been aroused when she’s hugged me before. Why does my cock have to betray me now?

“Thanks for taking such good care of Connie.” She whispers, as I shift my hips, trying to hide my growing erection.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“It’s no problem.” I say, as my mind searches for something else to think about other than my daughter’s sexy body pressing against me.

“You’ve helped a lot with the Chris thing by offering to take her to New York.” She says. “You’re the best, daddy.” She squeezes me tightly, just as I’m backing away and my hard cock inadvertently pokes her in the stomach. She looks at me quizzically for a minute and then subtly moves her stomach so my cock is trapped between us.

“I love you, daddy.” She says, breaking the embrace and getting into her car. I catch her glancing at the bulge in my pants, as I close her car door.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” I answer as she puts the car in gear and backs out of the driveway.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What was that? That was so fucking wrong! She felt my cock! She had to have felt it! And what was that little maneuver she did to shift my cock back up against my stomach? Do women just know about these things and how to avoid embarrassment? I can’t believe I got aroused when my own daughter hugged me! I’m a goddamn pervert!

I avoid the monitoring room for a few days, not trusting myself to leave the weekend footage alone. But as we get closer to our trip to New York, I want to do some editing that I think might come in handy if we run into Chris, the asshole. I edit a couple of small clips of him with Connie, using the special effects tools to obscure Connie’s identity, but leaving him completely identifiable and compromised. I download the clips to my IPOD the day before we leave.

We take the train up to New York and have a great time, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. As the train gets near to New York City, Connie tells me that she’s tried to avoid Chris around the office, but it’s difficult because she still has to work with him. He’s pretty cold towards her in meetings and seems to be going out of his way to make her look bad.

“Maybe I should just quit.” She says, sadly. “When he was trying to get in my pants, he was all about my great potential for upcoming promotions, but now it’s like I’m tainted goods.” She whispers, leaning against me with her mouth next to my ear.

“Don’t quit.” I tell her, putting my arm around her. “Not just yet. I have a feeling this is going to work out better than you think.”

“Okay.” She says, snuggling up against me. “Anyway.” She adds. “I don’t want it to spoil our evening.”

“It won’t.” I tell her, squeezing her to me and breathing in her perfume.

Our first stop in New York is at the hotel, so we can drop our overnight bags, and change before going to dinner. When Connie asks the desk clerk to change our room from one king-sized bed to two double beds, he informs her that they are fully booked and there are no other rooms. Connie looks over at me, and shrugs her shoulders.

“I’m okay with it, if you don’t hog the covers.” She says, smiling. Oh fuck! I can’t believe she’s so nonchalant about sleeping in the same bed.

“I’ll do my best to behave.” I say, not intending the innuendo the way it comes out.

“Me too.” Connie answers, raising an eyebrow at me. Turning to the desk clerk she says we’ll take it.

We take turns showering and getting dressed. I’m ready to go, when Connie comes out of the bathroom, asking me to zip up her evening dress. It’s a black, thin-strapped gown that barely covers her ample breasts. My hands are almost shaking, as they brush against her lower back to pull the zipper away from her bare skin. I glimpse the thin strip from the top of her thong, just before I pull the zipper up. When I’m done, she twirls around and asks me what I think.

“You are gorgeous!” I tell her, taking her hands. “A vision of loveliness.” The dress looks like it can barely contain her luscious tits, and they bounce noticeably as she moves.

“Thank you for doing this, Mr. D.” She smiles, kissing my cheek.