My job requires me to get up early in the morning. While it's only a few miles from home to work, traffic can turn a short drive into an hour long ordeal. Over the years I've been getting up earlier and earlier in order to have some time to myself. I've come to enjoy my morning time, watching the sunrise while sipping coffee outside in the yard. It's a time for reflection, contemplation, and more often than not, masturbation. When the weather is nice, and while the family is still soundly asleep inside, I can enjoy myself in the nude in the back yard. One particular morning was a little too chilly to be outside, so I moved inside to the living room.

I've always been a masturbator. At least once per day for as long as I can remember. I've also perfected the art of 'edging', and if I have the time, regularly stretch out my sessions for over an hour. The resulting orgasms are extremely powerful and very gratifying. On this particular morning, I had only been stroking for a minute or two when I heard a noise in the kitchen.

My first thought was a mouse. The temperatures at night were cooling off during the early fall, and it wasn't uncommon for the field mice to move to the warmer climate of the house around this time of year. My second thought was that someone had come downstairs while I was outside, and was now in the kitchen. I was hoping for the first.

In the few seconds that those thoughts were running through my head, my stroking hand had paused, a small drop of precum rolled down my fingers and balanced gracefully on the end of my pinky. Time was frozen for an instant as my brain tried to conceive of a way to cover my nakedness from whoever or whatever t was that was making noise in the kitchen. It was a useless endeavor, and time was soon unfrozen as 12 year old Haley appeared at the doorway to the living room. I was deeply embarrased at being caught, sitting naked on the corner seat of the couch, manhood in hand, very obviously masturbating. Haley was just as embarrased as she stood in the doorway still tanned from the recent summers' sun. Shoulder length light brown hair hung in gently waves over her face, perfectly outlining her green eyes as they stared at my nakedness. In that moment, standing there, holding something in her hand, there was a silent conversation between us. Her eyes seemed to say 'I've been caught', while the expression on my own face told a similar story.

What was it that she was holding? My gaze moved south to investigate. It was only then that I could comprehend what I was looking at. The item in her small right hand that was adorned in typical fashion with chipped purple nail polish, was phallic shaped. Yes, it was a vegetable. A carrot to be precise. In retrospect I imagine that my shock at getting caught had caused some temporary tunnel vision. It took me several seconds to gather all of the information in front of me. There was still something amiss. As she stood there as frozen as I, her left hand resting on the frame of the doorway, I was looking at this thing of beauty who was just as naked as me. It had been a long time since I had seen my stepdaughter in the nude, years in fact. She was developing nicely, flat chested with just a hint of budding showing in her nipples. With just a few light brown hairs on each of her taught and pristine looking pussy lips and an incredibly flat stomach, the sight was extremely erotic to me. I made a conscious effort to look away from her budding sex and make eye contact once more.

A look of dread was in her face as a wetness appeared in her green eyes. She was terrified. As terrified as I was. Realizing the comedy of the scene that I was an impromptu participant in, I couldn't help but to smile. It was an honest smile, brought on my the irony of two people servicing their needs, catching each other in the act.

My smile served an unintended purpose, as Haley, in all of her naked-12-year-old-sex-goddess beauty produced a similar smile on her own face. What she did next surprised even me, a person who is rarely surprised with anything. She walked silently toward the opposite end of the couch on which I was sitting, and with carrot in hand, proceeded to make herself comfortable, taking her time to find just the right spot on the couch in which to place her naked body.

It had been less than a minute since I was stroking my lubricated member in the quiet early morning light of my living room. In those few dozen seconds of time, my previous perception of Haley had changed drastically, from one of a cute and hardworking girl to one of a sexual being with her own needs and desires. Desires which she was apparently adept at tending to with a medium sized vegetable.

There she was, a few feet away, sitting with her back against the arm of the couch, feet on the cushion with her knees spread wide. She was exposing her sex to me, but not making eye contact. Naked or not, she was still too bashful to look me in the eye. It was just as well however, I wasn't interested in looking into her eyes at the moment.

It was my turn to take the initiative, and I did so with a slight movement of my left hand. It had been motionlessly grasping my erect member so far. The movement was as simple as its' intended meaning. I began stroking again, very slowly. Haley took this as I had hoped, as an open invitation to pleasure herself as I was myself. That it was OK to touch herself, to enjoy herself. It was a gamble I suppose, but one that I figured had decent odds. The gamble paid off, as she began to explore her chest with one hand, and her sex with the other.

I had the perfect view, sitting opposite her, of her actions. She had a similar view of me, of my member glistening with the lube I prefer to use during masturbation. I spent a while investigating her body, from her bed-head hairdo, to her flawlessly tanned and smooth skin, to the chipped purple nail polish she seemingly always wore. She rubbed at her chest, running her hand over her tiny yet slightly puffy nipples. Not so much pinching, but pressing and rubbing them with her palm. Those nipples responded quickly, either because of the stimulation from her hand, or maybe from the excitement of the act of mutual masturbation she was participating in. Either way, it was apparent from her face that she was truly enjoying exploring her body.

Haley's other hand was between her legs, two fingers rubbing in long strokes up and down, from above her clit all the way to her asshole. As she reached the top of each stroke, she would pull her lips apart with her fingers, showing me the pinkness within. I could see her clit clearly, and even at the distance of a few feet. I could see that It was engorged and erect. Her positioning also afforded me an unobstructed view of her puckered asshole. I was excited to see that hers was a perfect tanned pink color, rather than a shade of brown.

I had always had an anal fixation, and considered myself a connoisseur of assholes. Hair was a definite no no, as was prolapsing. Color is important. It should be no lighter or darker than the surrounding skin. Then there was the attributes that are hard to describe. Some anuses just have that look that says 'I want you to penetrate me'. Others, don't have that look, even if the attached person enjoys anal play. In Haley's case, and perhaps my opinion is biased, there was a distinct look of 'I would really enjoy it if you put things in there'. Everything about her body was screaming 'sensual'. Even the chipped purple nail polish gave her an air of playfulness that, considering that I like young girls, I was finding extremely erotic.

Over the past year or so, she had taken to tanning often, going to the tanning salon when the weather didn't cooperate. It was obvious now that she was tanning in the nude, and judging by the voracity of which she was pleasuring herself, I wouldn't be surprised to learn that she enjoyed being nude often. She had a body to be proud of by any mans' standard, especially mine.

I snapped back to the task at hand.. Haley seemed to be enjoying herself greatly, as if she were caressing the body of a long departed lover. I was enjoying the view from my vantage point, but I was putting my edging skills to the ultimate test. My well lubricated 6 1/2 circumcised inches was leaking prodigious amounts of precum, and my stroking was beginning to make the stereotypical slurping noises of masturbation. Haley was producing her own juices, and I watched in awe as she scooped it up with 2 fingers and proceeded to rub it liberally over her exposed clit. It was about this time that she decided to use the object that was the cause of our chance meeting on this fateful morning. Without much ado, she grasped firmly to the end of her friend the carrot and, after taking a moment to align it , pushed it deep into herself with one fluid motion. Her back arched in response to this sexual intrusion as she threw her head back against the arm of the couch. A small moan escaped from her mouth, and a small crinkle appear between her eyebrows. Perhaps this carrot was a bit bigger than she was used to, or perhaps, in the excitement of our taboo encounter, she pushed deeper than usual. Whichever the case, with the initial shock of penetration over, she began, ever so slowly, to fuck herself with long, deep, purposeful strokes.

I mirrored her actions with my hand, matching her stroke for stroke. If you're not familiar with the technique of edging, it requires adjustments to grip, speed, and mental imagery such that the threshold of orgasm isn't passed. As I was matching Haley's speed and the imagery was provided for me, the only control I had left was the intensity of the grip I was using. It was becoming difficult to maintain pace as she picked up speed. With one hand very gently messaging her flat chest and the other hand vigorously fucking her nearly hairless pussy with a vegetable at least as large as myself, she and I were both climbing the orgasm ladder rather quickly. My hope was that she would beat me to the top, although I was feeling that I might win this particular race.

Perspiration gathered on her forehead as she continued to bring herself closer to the wonderful release she so desperately wanted; that I so desperately wanted. My grip was getting more and more lax, in a vain attempt to hold back from cumming before my mutual masturbation partner. Still, I was keeping pace with her, and could tell from the way she was moving her hips, that she was at least as close as I was.

I gaze was fixated on her pussy, wet with the juices of sexual excitement. Her left hand was alternating between her chest and her clit, pausing at each turn to do a few circles over that clit, then pulling her lips apart slightly as she brought her hand back up to her chest. Either she was no newcomer to masturbation or she was an extremely fast learner; I was thinking the former.

The carrot in her right hand was exploring her most inner depths with gusto. Never before had I been so jealous of a vegetable as she fucked herself deeply with it. Her labia were stretched long and thin in their effort to accommodate Haley's temporary lover, making her already perfect young pussy appear even more enticing to this dirty old man. I could almost feel the inside of her velvet tunnel with my eyes. I wanted desperately to be on the verge of my orgasm while inside her. Anticipating the moment of release, feeling her quivering pussy gripping me tightly, then exploding deep inside her smooth and tanned body.

The thoughts and images in my head were the culmination of years of fantasy. I was ready, so ready. WIth a deep breath and a vocal grunt that I couldn't stifle, I allowed myself to cross the threshold. I had delayed as long as I possibly could, but the time was now. I had succeeded in my goal however, and as my body shook with the first eruption of cum, Haley too made a small noise I had never heard from her before, pushed the vegetable deep into herself with the palm of her hand, and, biting her lower lip, came with the intensity I had seen in few women. Wave after wave of orgasm took control of her young body, as pulse after pulse of cum shot from my cock. I was cumming hard, harder than I had anticipated. Whether intentionally or not I don't really know, but the second and third jets of warm white cum cleared the span between us with ease, and landed slightly above Haley's preteen pussy, leaving a trail from her belly button to her clit. I was as surprised as she, my expression almost apologetic, yet she only smiled. Smirked really. She knew from that point that she could have anything she wanted from me, and she was right.