Damn it Layla

"Damn it, Layla! What the hell are you doing???" I jumped, looking down at my semi-hard erection in my 19-year-old daughter's small, slender hands. I had been suddenly awoken from one hell of a dirty dream to see her gazing curiously at my cock, a nasty smile creasing her pink lips as if she were a starving animal about to devour its first meal in days.

"Hmmmm daddy" She cooed, her fingers barely wrapping around my member as it continued to grow harder from her touch, "It's so big! And so, fucking thick!"

Not wanting this scenario to continue on this trajectory I pushed her hand away, hastily covering my cock with a blanket. "What the fuck?" I asked again, straightening myself up on the sofa. I had gotten home from work a couple of hours earlier to an empty house and went about my usual routine of grabbing something to eat and settling down in front of the TV, absent mindedly flipping through the channels but somewhere in there I must have dozed off.

"Oh daddy I just thought you could use a little excitement in your boring life" Layla flipped back at me, her lips pouting as she plopped down on the couch beside me. She was wrapped in a towel, having just showered, the scent of her lavender body scrub filling my senses as I gazed upon the droplets of water still visible on her pale, freckled shoulders. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel with only a few small whisps of her light blonde locks cascading down onto her neck.

As radiant as she was as a brunette, she had recently decided to change her hair color, opting for a brilliantly light color of blonde, almost white, which totally changed her overall look. I was kind of shocked at first as Layla was never one to take risks, always the quiet, soft-spoken daughter who preferred to be by herself in her room.

"That's not the kind of excitement I need from you princess" I shot back, crossing my arms in front of me indignantly, trying to ignore the primal instincts that were making my cock rock-hard. Deep down Layla was a firecracker; and although only being 5'3" she had filled out in all of the right places. When she wore her hair down it framed her freckled face fittingly, with dimples that innocently appeared when she smiled.

Her smooth, light skin shone brightly in the sunshine, complimented by her 34B tits and a small, gently curved waist and slender yet womanly hips, which lately she loved to show off in blue jean cut-offs and tank tops or just an oversized shirt and panties most of the time. Any man with a pulse was sure to find something that caught his eye, although not her own father as was the case, but I had to concede that my eyes had lingered longer than they should have at times when I looked at her.

"So then do something about it!" Layla snapped back fervently. "Instead of moping around here like a hermit. It's kind of a shitty situation that mom left you in and I was just trying to let you have some fun." Her words did ring true to a degree.

My wife, Lisa had always been an up-and-coming star in her career in archaeology and about a year ago she was asked by one of the world's most popular and renown archaeologists to accompany him as part of his team, calling it the 'expedition of a lifetime' uncovering one of the earliest origins of civilization in the Middle East. Not wanting to miss out on the opportunity to advance her career Lisa jumped at the chance, as she was never one to let opportunities pass her by.

In the beginning it was working well for both of us, she would fly out for a few weeks and fly home for a couple of weeks. But little by little her time back home dwindled down to almost nothing and her absence was soon noticed by both Layla and I. We managed the best that we could, but trying to maintain a household when a large part of it is missing was becoming more and more difficult, with our one-on-one time with wife and mother segregated to weekly video calls and the occasional texts, that is when Lisa had actual cell service in what I assumed was the middle on nowhere.

Layla and I tried to maintain a steady routine as much as possible given the circumstances. I took over the laundry duties and she started cooking meals, or at least trying to as her cooking skills needed work. A lot of work. Most nights it was either sandwiches or take out after the smoke detector signalled another failure on my daughter's part. But through it all I found my princess and I becoming closer and closer.

We hadn't always seen eye to eye and there had been a few times where we didn't talk to each other for weeks on end, but it's amazing what happens when you are missing a large part of your life.

"What's to say that I'm not happy just the way things are?" I countered, brushing away a wisp of hair from Layla's face. "I don't think it's anything for you to worry about." I paused, thinking that I was just fine. Maybe a little lonely, but I just chalked that up to the nature of Lisa's work.

"See that's what wrong with you daddy," Layla started, her face as serious as her tone. "You're so oblivious to the fact that mom has you stuck in this emotional purgatory of if or when she might be back that you don't even see it. But we do daddy, Staci and I both do and we're sick of watching it!"

Ah yes Staci, our newly adopted BFF turned roommate. Her and Layla had been the best of friends since middle school, practically joined at the hip. Staci had always been a rebellious child and that was exaggerated when hormones came into the mix, which coming from a very conservative and religious family was a recipe for disaster, culminating in her parents' decision to ban her from their home before more damage was done. She had no other alternative and nowhere to go, so for the past few months she has been staying in our guest room temporarily, but it was looking to be more and more permanent as the days passed.

"I know sweetheart. But what you are suggesting is, well, just wrong. I would hate to think of the kind of shit storm it would cause if anyone found out" I argued, my mind still reeling from what she had just tried to do and what she was proposing. It was true that when Lisa was away there was this big, empty hole where our sex life had been.

It was always great, and just before her visits home had become almost non-existent, we had even so far as stepped out of our comfort zone and I had discovered my dominant side just as she found herself to be more submissive and we complimented each other perfectly. Lisa loved pushing boundaries just as much as I loved finding new ones, each more and more depraved than the last, chasing that next high over and over again. There were toys, from vanilla feather ticklers to restraints, gags and various devices intended to inflict pain or pleasure, depending on what side you were on.

"But if it's just between us then no one will. It's not like I'm going to go telling the neighborhood that I'm fucking my father!" Layla's face reddened as she spoke, as if I'd just insulted her. "Honestly, I've thought about this for a while, and I want to see you happy and I've come to the conclusion that the only way I can is to take mom's place, to give you what she did, in every way possible, whatever it takes!"

"Whatever it takes?" I shot back quickly, my anger and disbelief rising at Layla's persistence. "So, in addition to cooking and keeping the house clean you think playing with my dick is part of that? You need to step back a little and think about what you're saying young lady, as you really have no idea of what you're suggesting. Even if this - whatever it is - were to happen, my preferences, my tastes, my fantasies aren't what most people would consider - normal." I admonished, looking my daughter straight in the eye.

"Like what?" She pushed, wanting to know more. "You seem to think that I'm this silent, sheltered little girl, that I don't know what I am talking about. Well, I have news for you,Dad, your little girl has grown up - a lot! I can be a little out there too, or does that clash with your perfectly sweet little vision of me?" Layla wasn't backing down.

Sure, we were becoming closer and closer, part of it from necessity in maintaining a household but part due to loneliness on both of our parts, but that was a line that I had to make sure would not be crossed.

"I'm not arguing with you anymore. This isn't going to happen, end of story." I snapped back, my pulse racing with adrenaline at her challenges.

"So, you're just going to sit here every night, sulking, waiting for mom to come back and not do a fucking thing about your own happiness in the meantime?" Layla probed, as persistent as ever. "I mean my god, you haven't even gone out in what, three months?"

"Well, if the alternative is what you are suggesting, then yeah, pretty much." I replied in the most deliberate tone. "And how do you know that I haven't tried finding someone who has the same, well, tastes that I do."

"There you go again! Same tastes?" Layla pursued. "C'mon dad, stop trying to shelter me! I know what you and mom liked to do, believe me."

"Do you now? And how would you know about what we 'liked to do'" I barked back coldly.

"Oh, I don't know let's see, there was the time you and her went to a sex dungeon and you tied her to a cross naked and whipped her for like half an hour in front of a group of people. Or how about the orgy that you and her went to where she ended up fucking ten guys, no holes barred until she was dripping cum everywhere? I believe in porn they call that 'air-tight'? Oh yeah! Then there was the time you and your buddies used all of her holes during last year's football championship game? Oh my god that one got me so wet thinking about it!"

"How the hell did you find out about all of that?" My face reddened.

"Girl's talk daddy, even moms and daughters. It's not like she could bring that up at her book club meetings and she really needed to tell someone." Layla panned sarcastically. "She was very descriptive too. Apparently, your friend Charlie has a pretty big schlong. Oh, and Steve and his fascination with feet. Apparently, he really loved it when mom gave him a foot-job during Fourth of July. I can keep going..."

"All right I get the point." I slumped back on the sofa momentarily, gathering my thoughts as my mind spun from the stories my daughter was recalling of my wife. "So, she told you everything?"

"Yup, everything, sometimes down to the smallest details." Layla's tone grew more serious. "At first it was a little awkward, but the more that she shared, the hotter it got and the more I wanted to try it for myself."

"So, have you tried any of it?" I asked, conflicted with the images running though my head of my sweet and innocent daughter being tied up and used as a toy for someone else's pleasure.

"Of course I have daddy. I mean I could only listen to mom for so long before I got curious myself. After she didn't come back from her last expedition, I decided to check out the scene a little deeper to see what it was all about, if it was for me."

"And was it all that you had hoped it would be?" I pursued, amazed at myself that I was continuing this conversation. "I mean, did you enjoy it?"

"I did to a point," Layla paused for a moment, "I went to a few clubs and some parties and played a few times. I loved being around the energy, the people there and believe me it got pretty wild sometimes. I loved trying new things, but it was hard to let myself go, to trust someone enough to explore my deepest wants and desires. In the end when I compared my experiences with what mom had told me, there was something always...missing." She continued slowly, raising an eyebrow. "You."

"Me?" I swallowed hard, not believing what my princess was telling me, my urges once again taking over my rational thoughts. "So, you think that the missing piece is..."

"Sitting right in front of me in denial, with a stupid look on his face," Layla panned dryly, smiling like she had just solved the latest puzzle on wheel of fortune. "I've been trying to leave subtle hints but you've been just too dense to pick up on them."

"It's because I'm not supposed to think about my daughter that way." I snarked indignantly, trying to maintain my composure. Truth was that going from having a regular if not spectacular sex life to nothing had played with my mind, and I was finding myself constantly turning the most mundane tasks into something perversely wicked. Like doing the laundry and finding a pair of Layla's panties.

Whereas normally I wouldn't think twice about them, there were times were I was drawn to the sight and, I hated to admit it, the scent of my daughter's pussy on them. It was a dangerous game that my mind was playing with me and I knew it was wrong, so wrong, but there were times where I masturbated while covering my face with them, cumming to her womanly scent like some old pervert.

"I've seen the way you look at me daddy, the admiration that turns into a stare like you're picturing me naked or something and I want you to know there is nothing wrong with that." Layla spoke softly, reaching for my hand, momentarily breaking me out of my guilt-ridden daze. "It's a fucked-up way of thinking about things but seriously, daddy you need an outlet for your frustrations and it's right here." my princess added, her hands gliding to the top of her towel as she opened the front, the young woman's firm, freckled breasts coming into view of my awkward yet unblemished gaze. I was taken aback by Layla's forwardness but I tried to remain stoic. "What do you think, daddy, aren't I all grown up?" She purred proudly, swaying her tits side to side a little for a little emphasis.

"Don't you have any guy friends you could be dating?" I deflected.

"When do I have time Daddy?" Layla countered, "Between college and work I'm lucky if I can have a night alone to myself, never mind with someone else. And it's so much work separating the players from the ones who have the same 'tastes' as I do." She added with a wink, using my own words against me.

"You really want this don't you?" I affirmed.

"More than anything in the world right now daddy."

"I just don't want there to be any regrets."

"Can't regret what you enjoy doing." Layla calmed in a deliberate tone. It didn't help matters that she was sitting there, naked in front of me like a little temptress, her deep pink nipples hardening from the coolness of the air in the room. My mind was racing trying to find another argument but was too wrapped up in flash backs of lust and guilt to form anything cohesive.

I hadn't been with another woman in months and as my daughter had pointed out it was showing. I was way past horny all the time, plus it was getting harder to separate my ex-wife and daughter in both mental and physical capacities as they shared a lot of the same traits and according to my daughter, that included sexual proclivities as well.

"I'm waiting daddy," Layla urged, snapping her fingers in front of my face to get my attention back to the present. My eyes slowly met hers as I regained some composure.

"If you are totally serious about this..." I began slowly, all the while my mind was coming to the realization that she was right about me and my state of mind, and although it was wrong, the last few months of loneliness seemed to have brought us both to this exact moment. The moment where lines would be crossed and there was no going back, good or bad. "Then there are going to be a few ground rules moving forward."

"And what would those be daddy?" Layla questioned sweetly, knowing that me even considering this whole thing was in some way a small victory on her part.

"First, this is just temporary. When mom comes back, we go back to just being father and daughter." I soberly began.

"Of course, daddy." Layla affirmed, although her lips pouted slightly in mock disappointment.

"I'm serious princess, I don't want to stir up any shit when she is around." I spoke in a deliberate yet gentle manner, letting her know how I felt about this.

"Okay daddy I promise." Layla confirmed, smiling brightly as she rose from the sofa to stand in front of me, letting the towel fall to the floor.

That seemed to open the floodgates and I reached for her almost instinctively, my hands running up and down Layla's smooth hips, goosebumps forming beautifully as I traced her gentle curves, the heat of her body under my touch making my cock twitch once more. I had stopped fighting the guilt, replacing it with corrupt thoughts of moulding my princess into something more hedonistic, more depraved if you will. My eyes met hers as my fingers slipped between her creamy thighs, a gentle whimper escaping her lips as they found her outer labia.

"Mmmm daddy you don't know how long I've wanted you to touch me," Layla breathed heavily, body trembling from my caress. For the longest time I just held my hand there, gently skimming her flesh as she bit her lower lip anxiously. Slowly and deliberately I just rubbed my thumb back and forth on her warm mound, teasing her as she whimpered.

In my fucked-up state of horniness I began to closely examine her sweet little pussy, from the way her pelvis curved down delicately between her legs to how Layla shaved everything except for a small landing strip that pointed directly to her engorged outer labia, which began to glisten with her juices in the soft light of the room. I couldn't help but compare hers to her mother's womanly folds, even the way that Lisa would always shave her pubic area the exact same way.

"You're making me so wet daddy, please don't stop!" Indeed, I could feel her wetness on my fingers just as she had said, her voice trembling with anticipation of my next move but I was intent on drawing out this sweet torture.

"Are you on the pill?" I questioned, bringing my fingers glistening with her juices up to my lips, tasting her for the first time as I looked up at her reaction to the question, her womanly scent pursing through my nostrils.

"Yesssss, of course I am daddy." She moaned from what I assumed to be the momentary absence of my fingers on her mound and my line of questioning. "It's not my first time, remember?"

"Good girl." I commended, my fingers returning back between Layla's firm supple thighs to investigate her delicious little pussy further. Sliding first one, then two fingers between her tight slippery folds as my princess sighed heavily, her hand on my shoulder to steady herself.

"And there will be other rules. Rules and consequences. If you're so hell bent on going down this rabbit hole...." I confirmed.

"Of course, daddy...mmm fuck!" Layla cussed, trying her best to shut me up for the time being, as I deliberately flicked her clit with my thumb to get my point across, feeling a shiver run through her lithe little body. "Anything you say..." Her voice trailed off as she threw her head back, eyes closed while my thumb continued its assault on her clit, which became more and more firm from the touch.

"That's right princess, anything I say," I confirmed, abruptly removing my hand from between her thighs as Layla whimpered longingly. "That includes when you are allowed to cum. From now on you will ask my permission to cum. Is that clear?"

"Yes daddy." Layla sighed.

"Turn around." I ordered, watching her face and she blushed a little before my eyes settled at the vision of her firm, round ass in front of my face. "Bend forward. Spread your ass cheeks." My princess hesitantly did as she was told, reaching back, her fingers gripping into her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as her puckered little asshole winked welcomingly. "Good girl. Daddy needs to inspect every inch of you."

"Yes, daddy." She affirmed as I ran my index finger along the crack of her ass, starting at the top, slowly dragging it down until it was hovering at the spoked flesh of her rear entrance, Layla mewling from the touch.