My Daughter Jasmine

Jasmine had always been daddy's girl. She melted my heart the moment I held her. My heart skips a beat whenever she walks into the room. We've always had that special father daughter connection and I mean always. I can't explain it. I can't even describe it. It just is.

Even her mother noticed at an early age. In fact, somewhere in the past few years I stopped referring to my wife as my wife. She became Jasmine's mother, and Jasmine's mother sensed that connection between me and our daughter, too. There was this rivalry between them from birth. Jaz could do nothing right as far as her mother was concerned. Any love or affection between me and my daughter only made things worse. This grew into deeper and deeper frustration, and then turned to frigid jealousy. Jasmine and her mother can hardly stand to be in the same room. Jasmine always wants to be with me. It only creates more conflict, but whatever. It's not really obvious to anyone outside of our house. Again, it just is.

Jasmine never dated seriously. She had her dance and prom dates, but even after her 18th birthday she seemed disinterested in a serious boyfriend.

"You're my only boyfriend, daddy," she teased. "I don't need a boy. I have you."

"Oh, please," her mother would groan. "Don't make me throw-up!"

"Well, it's true mom," Jasmine would respond in confident defiance of her mother. "I can't help it if you had a terrible father."

I confess that this was quite a shot to my ego and esteem.

"I'm sick of this daddy-daughter thing," my wife would tell me. "It's not healthy and she's such a rebellious little bitch."

What Jasmine's mother didn't want to accept was that she was the bitch. Her years of denial regarding her own daddy issues and her sexual frigidity had made Jasmine's attention and affections even more endearing to me. When Jasmine cuddled on the couch with me to watch football and spread the blanket over us, I languished in the feeling of her body next to mine. Sometimes she would fall asleep with her leg wrapped over mine and her arm draped over my chest. I could feel her breasts pressed against my side. I would be lying if I said my cock didn't get hard or my mind didn't wander. At that point, however, it had all been innocent.

What changed our lives forever was the text...

It came to me on a Sunday morning. Jasmine spent Saturday night at a friend's house. A bunch of the girls who'd graduated in the spring wanted to spend some time together before they all went separate ways for college. Jasmine's mother went to church, and since Jasmine wasn't going and I didn't have to do my religious duty as a father, I begged off to enjoy a morning alone.

The text came from a number I didn't recognize. First there was a photo from the sleepover of Jaz and a handful of her friends. A few of them I knew as her besties. I didn't recognize the others.

Hey Mr. T! We had a long convo last night at the sleepover re: DILFs (Dad I'd Like 2 F*ck). Lot of DILFs discussed: dads, teachers, coaches, even pastors. U were the #1 unanimous choice. Jaz will prolly never tell u. Thot u shud kno. Congrats!"

The text was followed by a congratulations GIF.

I read the text several times and looked back at the photo of the slumber party gathering when the next text came through followed by a video that was taking some time to load.

"BTW Jaz was ur biggest supporter!"

A wink emoji followed.

It took seemingly forever for the video to load.

When it finally finished loading and I hit play, I could tell by the angle that the video was being taken clandestinely. Jasmine was sitting in a circle on the floor with the other girls. They were in various stages of undress. The girl to the right of Jasmine was topless. Jasmine was down to her panties and bra. The panties were a g-string and lacy. The bra was sheer and the nipples of her breasts were clearly visible and poking through the sheer fabric. My cock was fully erect in an instant.

In the video the girls were all giggling and cheering.

"Okay," a voice off camera said, "so Jasmine's dad is a unanimous choice. Come on, Jasmine, Kaylee told us why she wanted to fuck her dad. Tell us why you'd fuck yours!" I could tell from the words being slightly slurred that the girls had been drinking. I wasn't shocked.

The girls all cheered again, daring Jasmine to tell all. Jasmine's words were slow and a bit slurred, too.

"Well," she said smiling, "I've had this thing for my dad. He's awesome -- which you all know because you all voted that you'd fuck him."

There was an outburst of applause before she continued.

"It sounds so stupid, but he really does make me feel special -- like a princess."

The girls cheered and taunted her with a chant of "More! More! More!" as Jasmine blushed and smiled.

"I just love cuddling with him on the couch, which pisses my mom off, which makes it even better."

More laughter and cheers.

"When we're cuddling, my pussy gets so wet."

Screams of delight and lots of laughter as the chants for "more" continued.

"Sometimes," she said with a smirk, "he thinks I'm asleep but I'm not and I can tell he's got a hard-on."

More screams, and laughter encouraging her to say more.

"Did you feel it," asked a voice of camera bringing lots of laughter.

"No, but I wanted to!" Jasmine answered to the delight of her friends. "I wanted to suck that thing until he came and the keep sucking until he was hard again and have him fuck the shit out of me! I would cum so hard, like, immediately!"

"How often do you make yourself cum fantasizing about it?" Asked the voice in the background.

"Oh my god," came another voice I recognized as her friend Kaitlyn. "It's non-stop. Every time I peg her she wants me to be daddy!"

The drunken screams, cheers, and laughter were deafening as the camera fell and the video stopped.

I confess, I had my cock out of my sleep pants and was stroking it at this point. I was watching the video for the third time when a final message arrived.

"Reply if u want, btw. Bsidz Jaz, I kno me n at least 1 othr grl would f*ck u IRL. Prolly more."

I went back to the video, still stroking my cock. As Jasmine said, "I wanted to suck that thing until he came and the keep sucking until he was hard again and have him fuck the shit out of me!" I exploded harder than I had in a long, long time.

I cleaned myself up and went back to trying to watch television. I couldn't concentrate. I went back to the text string and went through it over and over and over again.

The question I kept asking myself was, "What am I going to do?"

What happened next convinced me that everything was meant to be. Jasmine's mother texted that she'd been invited by one of her church friends to join her for lunch. They were going to one of those direct marketing parties for clothes or house goods or something. I replied that she should enjoy herself and she texted that she'd be home late in the afternoon, perhaps dinner time. I texted her to not worry, take her time, and enjoy.

I had never invaded Jasmine's privacy, but I was so curious to find out if there was any corroborating evidence of her "DILF" desires on her computer. She had a desktop computer in her bedroom that had been a hand-me-down. It had been mine originally. When I cleaned it off and set it up for her, I'd left my generic password on it. She obviously hadn't changed it because I got right in.

I didn't take me long to confirm that Jasmine had been looking at porn. I also perused her messaging and her emails with her friends which she had innocently left wide open for anyone to read. I made a mental note to tell her to be more careful as her mother would not hesitate to use it as an excuse to torture her. As I perused her email I paid particular attention to Ashli, who had exuded a sensuality and sexuality beyond her years as long as I'd known her. The emails and texts that I read confirmed my instincts. Ashli and Jasmine's correspondence was filled with adventurous sexual conversations. Ashli was obviously having sex with her father and her brothers. Jasmine expressed envy and commented how much she wanted to experience the same thing with me.

What came next was even more unexpected. Ashli shared both photos and short videos of her having sex with her father and brothers. Obviously, Jasmine became increasingly a part of her friends' sexual exploration. It was obvious that Jasmine, Ashli, and their friends had been experimenting with one another. There were nude selfies shared back and forth. Even Jasmine shared nude selfies and my cock was hard as a rock as my eyes poured over her luscious, young body. I went to my home office and grabbed a flash drive, returning to save as many of the images as I could. I began to scour Jasmine's files and it didn't take long to find file folders with her nude selfies along with photos of her having sex with her friends -- but always girlfriends. Ashli must have been the one "pegging" her in the interview. It made sense.

After copying all the photos and videos I could find, I went back to her texts and emails with her friends. Ashli shared links and websites with Jasmine to incest memes about father and daughter sex, videos of father daughter role-play, and other family incest. Jasmine's response was enthusiastic in every way. A quick perusal of her internet history showed that she'd frequented all the sites Ashli sent to her.

I went to Jasmine's address book and found Ashli in her contacts. I compared her cell number to the number from which I'd received the text messages earlier in the day.

Bingo! They matched.

I proceeded to look through the text string.

"Just finished blowing my dad," Ashli texted Jasmine. "OMG, I deep throated him like I showed u w/that dildo. I was creaming. I luv his cum."

"OMG!!!!!! HOT! I wish. If only my dad nu. The B is such n ice-bitch. I kno shez freezing him out sex-wise. I just kno. I 'd f*ck him like he deserves," Jasmine responded.

"U will c," Ashli responded. "Ur dad will f*ck u silly. I kno it!"

Jasmine did not respond to that one.

I was stroking my cock so hard as I searched for her message string with her friend Kelli. Kelli and Jaz had been friends forever and I knew that Jasmine would pour her heart out to Kelli. I found the string and started scrolling back.

"M I wrong?!" Jasmine texted her friend.

"If either of u don't want it then it's wrong," Kelli responded. "If you both do, then fuk what ne body else thinx n enjoy it."

"How do I kno if he wants it?" Jasmine asked her friend.

"U said he got a hard on when u cuddled on the couch with him," Kelli replied.

"But guyz get 'em randomly," Jasmine argued. "How do I kno it was bc of me?"

She got an eye-roll emoji in reply followed by, "Jaz! There's a reason y all the dd/lg websites exist! Ur dad was hard cuz you were all ovr him. Just push things little by little and he'll put up a stop sign if he wants. Or he won't and u can fuk his brains out."

It was immediately after reading Kelli's text that I heard a car pull into the driveway. Jasmine's friend was dropping her off at home.

It wasn't quite noon. I quickly shut down her computer and headed downstairs. She must have been talking to whichever friend was dropping her off because she didn't come in right away. When she did, she still had on sleep pants and a tank as she dragged in her pillow and overnight bag. She was obviously still very sleepy. I was in the kitchen fixing myself a vodka and diet. At this point, I needed it.

"Hey sweet pea! How was the sleepover?" I asked with a smile.

"It was fun," she said. "I'm tired."

"I bet," I said. "How much did you have to drink?"

She looked at me. I normally wouldn't have asked this question. I continued to smile at her warmly.

"Come on," I said. "This is dad you're talking to. Mom's gone until dinner time, by the way. I assume you and your friends were drinking. I'm not mad. It's fine. Your mother and I were both drinking at your age. How much did you have to drink?"

"A little," she said sheepishly and then gave me her cute 'don't be mad at me' smile.

"Right," I said with a laugh, not believing her. "Have you heard of 'hair of the dog?'"

She shook her head.

"If you have a hangover, you sometimes need a little drink the next morning to take the edge off the hangover. Don't ask me why, but they call it 'hair of the dog.' Here, don't tell your mother." With that, I poured her a vodka and diet. Admittedly, a little heavy on the vodka.

"Thanks, daddy," she said with a smile. "Where is she?"

"Church friend. Lunch and then some women's party thingy," I said.

"Praise God," Jasmine said, taking a generous sip of her drink. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I said. "Couch, football, chillax."

"Cool. Can I cuddle with you?" she asked with a cute grin.

"Of course you can," I answered. "Let's go."

"I'm gonna go put my things away," she said. "I'll be down in a minute."

A few minutes later, Jasmine descended the stairs in the same sleep pants and tank, but she'd obviously shed her bra. Her taught tits were clearly outlined and her nipples poked through the fabric. She was carrying her drink which was half-empty. She grabbed the comforter, put down her drink, and climbed onto the couch next to me, throwing the comforter over both of us. She then picked up her drink and took another swig.

"Thanks for this 'hair of the dog' daddy," she said. "It's very cool of you."

"No worries, baby," I answered. "I know I can trust you and that you are mature enough to handle it. I wouldn't do it otherwise."

"Thank you, Daddy. That means a lot," she said as she cuddled in. The noon football game was just kicking off.

"So you and mom both drank at my age?" Jax asked a minute later. "I can see you doing it, but mom?!"

"Believe me," I said. "Your mom became a very different person after we got married and had you. "She was a bit of a wild child as a kid."

"Can't see it," Jasmine said matter-of-factly.

"You two really can't stand each other, can you?" I asked. She was really cuddled in next to me. My cock had been hard since I saw all of that stuff on her computer. Her being cuddled up to me hadn't changed a thing.

"I know she's my mom," Jasmine said, "but she's such a bitch, and honestly, daddy, I can't stand the way she treats you."

"Thank you sweetie," I said rubbing her leg in a very subtle way. "That means a lot."

There was more silence as the football game proceeded.

"How did the sleepover go?" I asked looking down at her. Her tank was practically sheer and I could make out her hard, dark nipples poking through the fabric, which tightly hugged her chest.

"It was fun," she answered. "We actually talked about fathers."

"Really," I asked.

"You know what? Everyone thought you were the best dad. My friends all love you," she said.

Jasmine leaned over and ran her hand across my chest as she pressed her tits against me and wrapped her leg over mine. "I love you so much, daddy. I'm so lucky to have you."

I wrapped my arm around her. Her tank was riding up in the back and I felt skin on her lower back. I rubbed her naked lower back and slid my finger tips just below the waistband of her sleep pants.

"I'm so lucky to have you, baby," I said.

Jasmine moaned with pleasure and smiled. She sighed as her hand continued to slide across my chest.

"To your point," I added a moment later, "if it weren't for you I don't think I'd get any physical affection at all."

Jasmine didn't respond, but her hand slid down across my abdomen.

"I know daddy," Jasmine said softly. "I feel bad for you. I'm happy to give you...affection... if you need."

I slid my finger tips a bit further down under her sleep pants and didn't encounter panties. My hand was practically on her bare ass.

"I don't know," I said with a chuckle trying to sound completely casual, "It's been so long. What I need is probably not something you want to provide."

I could feel Jasmine's heart racing against me as her hand slid down between my legs and across the hard-on in my sleep pants.

"You mean this?" Jasmine asked, her hand sliding up and down the length of my cock.

"Um...yeah, Jaz. I mean that," I said with a pleasurable moan. "Oh my...fuck."

Jasmine giggled.

I remembered the text message and Jasmine's fear that I wouldn't be open to any sexual advances.

"I'll give you all afternoon to stop that," I teased.

"Yeah?" She asked seductively, then another giggle. Her fingers were slowly moving up and down the length of my erection. She was staring at it, her eyes fixed and a look of childish pleasure on her face.

"How long has it been since she played with your cock?" Jaz asked.

I didn't respond at first.

"Tell me," Jaz insisted.

"Long time," I answered. She was basically stroking my cock now through the fabric of sleep pants.

"How long since the two of you fucked?" Jaz asked directly.

"Jaz...," I answered with my dad voice. I knew she hated her mother, but I didn't want to throw fuel on the fire. I thought maybe I should distract her from this line of conversation. I pressed my hand down further beneath her own sleep pants and across her bare, tight ass. She wasn't wearing any panties. It did the trick. She was surprised.

"Hello!" She exclaimed before offering a whimpered moan. She then gave me a teasing grin as her hand squeezed my cock. "I'll give you all afternoon to stop that."

It was my turn to giggle and I moaned with pleasure as I felt my daughter's hand slowly stroking my cock. The answer I hadn't provided Jaz was that her mother had not touched my cock for over a year. I and my cock were overwhelmed with pleasure at the attention Jasmine was providing -- and obviously enjoying. This whole situation was going the direction both of us wanted it to go, but that text kept playing around in my mind. I wanted Jaz to know without a doubt that I wanted this - that I wanted her.

"I probably shouldn't be asking this, but would you like to feel my cock for real? You know, without the clothes?" I asked.

Jaz' face lit up and there was no doubt about the answer.

"Oh my gosh, YES!" She cried as she scrambled to stand.

I began to peel off my sleep pants and she quickly reached down to help. Her eyes were fixed on my hard cock when it came into view.

"Oh, DADDY!" She groaned with excitement as she knelt between my legs and grabbed my cock. She immediately began to stroke it and then took it into her mouth as she stared up at me with her bright, blue eyes.

"OH FUCK!" I groaned.

"Oh my gosh, daddy, it's gorgeous," Jaz exclaimed between eager sucks.

My little girl gave a blow job like a porn star. She stroked my cock hard with her fist as she sucked greedily. It was all so crazy. I was instantly ready to cum.

"FUCK! JAZ! Slow down, baby, or daddy's going to cum!" I growled.

"CUM DADDY! We have all afternoon," she exclaimed breathlessly between sucks. "I WANT YOUR CUM!"

I exploded like an innocent school boy as Jaz held her mouth open, tongue out and let me watch as my cum spewed in torrents into her mouth. She smiled and giggled as she stroked every drop of cum from my cock. When I was spent, she swished my cum around inside her mouth, moaned with delight, and then swallowed. She climbed up on my lap, straddled my waist and kissed me deep and lustfully.

"I love you, daddy," she moaned as we kissed.

"I love you, baby girl," I moaned back. "Sorry I came so quick."

"Never be sorry for cumming, daddy. Don't worry. I'll be happy to get you hard again in no time. From now on, I'm your lover."