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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Daddy's Diary pt 3 by DaddyOh (12/07) (MMff, voy, inc, mast)
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Summary: Daddy's feelings of guilt over watching a video of his
daughter Dylan's friend Amber strip to the waist cause him to go to
Amber's daddy to confess. The two dads then find they share some
similar interests.

Note: This story is completely fictional and intended for adults only.
If you are under the age of 18, or offended by such material, please
do not read it.

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Story: Daddy's Diary pt 3 by DaddyOh (12/07) (MMff, voy, inc, mast)

I didn't watch the rest of the video Dylan made with her new camera
that morning. I knew everyone would be getting up soon and I didn't
want to risk being caught doing that! But I had saved it on my
computer before giving the camera back to her. As far as I know she
had no clue I had discovered the video she and Amber made. In fact,
Dylan said she had erased everything from the camera's memory.

Regardless, my long standing desire to see her friend Amber's big
boobs prompted me to jerk off while watching the video of her
stripping to the waist. And if that weren't bad enough, my thoughts
turned to what it appeared was next on the video: my own daughter
Dylan stripping. Even though I didn't have the guts to watch it and
risk getting caught, I found that I couldn't help picturing Dylan
doing just as Amber had done, which motivated me to jerk off again,
this time imaging Dylan's striptease.

After everyone got up that morning our conversation turned to an
evening we had coming up with our family and Amber's. All I could
think of was how awkward I would feel around Amber and her parents,
especially her father, Peter, who was my good friend, all the while
knowing that I had watched his daughter stripping while I jerked off!
(Not to mention that Dylan had told me earlier that Amber was sleeping
over tonight!)

I'm sure it was the craziest idea I've had, perhaps ever, but I
decided to own-up to my own bad behavior by going and talking to Peter
about what had happened. Later in the afternoon, driven by guilt, I
took my laptop and paid Peter a visit.

"Hey Buddy!" he said when he saw me at the door. "What brings you
here?" He looked curiously at the computer under my arm.

"Hey," I replied. "Nothing special," I lied. "Just dropped by on my
way home from the store." What an idiot I thought I must look like,
dropping by on my home and happening to have my computer with me.

"Oh yea?" he said. "And you just happened to bring your laptop? What's
up, Frank?" I thought it best that we have this conversation in
private.

"Are Samantha and the kids home?" I asked. "I'd kind of like to talk
in private."

"Wow," Peter replied. "Something must be up. Um, no, Sam took the kids
to her mom's for the afternoon. But let's go down to my office and
talk." Peter led me downstairs to his large basement office. "What's
up, Frank? You've got me kind of worried."

"Well," I began, "Nothing's really wrong and I don't think you have to
worry. It's just that something happened at our house that I wanted to
talk with you about."

"OK," he said. "I guess I'm a little more at ease. What is it?"

"I got Dylan one of those mini camcorders for Christmas," I said.
"And, I don't know if you know, but Amber was over last night and she
and Dylan were up in Dylan's room goofing around with it."

"Yea," he said. "I knew Amber was over. I didn't know about the
camcorder, but I know they take pictures of each other constantly!"

"They sure do!" I said with a laugh. "Dylan has hundred of pictures of
herself, her and Amber, lots of other friends. It's crazy. Anyway,
Peter, here's the deal. Early this morning I got up and went
downstairs, and I found Dylan's new camcorder on the counter." Peter
nodded, indicating he was following. "I was just curious if she had
used it and how the thing worked."

"I've read reviews of them," Peter said. "I was going to get one for
the kids, but it just didn't happen this time. So, go on."

"Well," I said, "I took it up to my office to check it out. I plugged
it into my computer and sure enough, there was a video on it. Dylan
and Amber were using the thing last night." I paused and Peter waited
patiently to see what my point was. "And when I watched the video, I
found something that, um, was kind of a shock."

"I can't imagine," Peter said. "What did you find?"

"The girls were goofing around as they always do, like you said," I
began. Peter nodded again. "And then, Amber started dancing around."
Another pause. "Dylan was shooting her as she danced. And, um, Amber
started stripping." Big pause.

"She what?" Peter said. "Are you serious?"

"Yep," I said. "It totally blew me away. I mean, they were joking
around and Dylan was encouraging her, but, she starting taking her top
off."

"Holy shit, Frank," Peter said. "I can't believe it. What did you
think when you saw it?" He would have to ask that.

"Well, that's kind of why I'm here, Pete," I said. "I couldn't believe
what I was seeing. And I meant to stop. I swear. But I couldn't. So, I
kept watching."

"You watched Amber strip?" Peter asked. "How much did she strip?"

"Uh, just her top," I said. "I'm so sorry, Pete. I feel so terrible. I
mean, our kids have grown up together. I have no business watching
that, much less enjoying it." As soon as those words came out, I
wished they hadn't.

"Oh," Peter said. "OK, I'm getting the picture, Frank. You're not so
shocked because the girls did that. You're feeling guilty because you
watched it. Is that it?" I nodded in affirmation, looking as sorry as
I could. "Well, I appreciate it. But they're just kids playing around,
Frank. And they're both really good looking girls. I can't really
blame you. You're a guy!" He gave a chuckle at his last statement.
"It's not like you jerked off." Another pause. "Did you?" Another
guilty look from me.

"Well, actually," I said slowly, "I sort of did. I couldn't help it.
Pete, I'm sooo sorry."

"Wow," Peter said. "I have to think about how I feel about that."

"I don't blame you if you hate me," I said.

"I don't hate you, Frank," Pete said. "I understand being horny. It's
just that it's my daughter, you know?"

"Oh, I know!" I said. "It's terrible!"

"So," Peter replied, "You watched Amber take her top off. Bra too?" I
nodded. "Wow. And you got turned on and you jerked yourself off. Is
that the basic picture? What else happened in the video?"

"I stopped watching after that," I said. "Dylan got up and I heard her
coming. I saved the video on my computer just before she came in my
office. She had no idea I saw it."

"But there was more to the video?" Peter asked.

"Yea," I said. "Actually, at the place I stopped, after Amber had, you
know, she told Dylan it was her turn and took the camera from her."

"You mean," Peter said, "Dylan strips on the video too?"

"I think so, Pete," I said. "Like I said, that's where I stopped."

"Were you going to watch here too," Peter said.

"I uh," I started, "I don't know. But after Dylan left my office, I
thought about it and I um, got excited again."

"What are you saying, Frank?" Peter asked.

"I uh," I started again, "I thought about watching Dylan strip like
Amber did. And I got turned on again. I swear Frank, I didn't mean to.
I feel so bad!"

"So," Peter said, "You're saying you thought about your own daughter
stripping, and you jerked off again? Is that it?" I nodded.

"I know, Pete!" I said. "I'm twisted. There's something wrong with
me." At that moment, it connected with Peter that I was holding my
laptop.

"Is the video on your computer?" Peter asked. "Is that why you have
that with you?"

"Yes," I said. "I don't know if you want to see it or not. I doubt it.
But I just sort of automatically brought it with me."

"Man," Peter said. "I don't know what to say. This is just
unbelievable."

"I know," I said.

"Well," Peter said, "if I'm going to get my mind around this, I guess
I should see it. Fire it up, Frank." I set the computer on Peter's
desk and we each took a chair close to it. I booted the computer and
found the file"

"Here goes," I said as I began to play the video. Just as I had seen
this morning, Dylan and Amber were in Dylan's room. And Amber began
her dance." Peter was transfixed.

"Holy shit," he whispered as his daughter began gyrating in front of
my daughter's camcorder.

"Pretty wild, eh?" I said.

"I've never seen her like that," Peter said slowly as Amber continued
her movements. I didn't know what he was feeling, but it seemed like
any anger he might have felt had gone. He kept staring at the screen.

"She's certainly a beautiful girl," I said.

"Yea," Peter said. "No kidding. Um, Frank, I can see why this was
exciting to you. I have to say, I can't really blame you."

"Really?" I said, expressing surprise and relief.

"Yea," he said slowly. "This is amazing. I mean, I know I shouldn't
even think this, but it's kind of exciting to me too. I've just never
thought of Amber this way."

"See?" I said. "I was totally surprised that I felt that way!" Amber
had her shirt half open and her ample cleavage was visible beneath her
bra."

"She's gorgeous," Peter said absentmindedly. "Look at those boobs." I
hadn't expected him to get into it, but Peter was having the same
reaction I had. Then, without warning, I noticed his hand move to a
bulge in his shorts. He began rubbing as Amber continued her
striptease. "She's my daughter, Frank. But I'm turned on. This is
terrible." But that didn't stop him from squeezing the growing knob in
his crotch. I couldn't help getting turned on myself, both from
watching Amber get ready to unleash those big boobs again, and from
the nervous excitement of seeing Peter react the same way I had.

"She is beautiful, Pete." I said. "Now you know how I felt." He kept
squeezing himself and he gave me an inquisitive look, which I had no
trouble interpreting. "I totally understand, Pete. Go ahead." With
that, Peter stood up quickly and pulled his shorts to the floor. When
he sat back down, his erection pointed straight up from his lap and he
immediately put his hand on it and began stroking.

"I can't believe I'm doing this, Frank," Peter said as he firmly
stroked himself. "But look at her. Look at those tits. She's going to
take it off!" I observed him stroking his hard cock more quickly as
Amber did indeed unhook her bra and turn back to the camera. As I had
witnessed in the morning, she let the bra fall to expose her big, full
breasts to the camera. "Holy shit, Frank! Look at those! Oh fuck! Look
at my daughter's boobs!"

"I am," I said as I began to squeeze my own bulge. "Don't worry,
Frank, I understand." Peter kept pumping firmly as Amber's part came
to an end. "Having seen the video to this point, I was ready to hear
Amber say to my daughter, "Now it's your turn."

"Dylan's gonna do it, Frank," Peter said. "I think I get to watch
this, since you watched my daughter." I couldn't argue with that logic
in any way. And sure enough, Dylan handed the camcorder to Amber and
began her own dance. Now I was the one who was transfixed on the
screen. My daughter's long, lean body swayed back and forth before the
camera. She lifted her t-shirt up and down, a little more each time,
revealing her hard, flat, athlete's stomach. Just as Dylan had
encouraged Amber, Amber now egged Dylan on. As Peter jerked himself,
he observed me squeezing my own crotch. "Join me," was all he had to
say. I followed his lead, stood-up, dropped my shorts and sat back
down, hard-on pointing up.

"This is too damn wild, Pete," I said. "We're watching our daughters
strip. We're so fucked-up!" I now had my erection in my hand and Peter
and I jerked together as we watched my daughter's show. Dylan had
pulled her t-shirt over her head and was now pulling on the straps of
her sports bra. It didn't have hooks like Amber's bra, rather it was
stretchy all around. She pulled the straps off her shoulders, which
looked strong and beautiful. She then hooked her fingers under the
bottom of the fabric and in one motion, swept the bra over her head,
exposing her firm, small breasts and hard brown nipples. "Look at my
daughter's tits!" I said, stroking myself faster and faster.

"She's adorable, Frank," Peter said. "Really hot."

"Have you ever thought about her?" I asked.

"Um, yea," Peter replied. "I love that firm body of hers. And she has
the most adorable face I've ever seen. Have you thought about Amber?"

"Guilty," I said. "She's so gorgeous with those blue eyes and long
blond hair. And those tits! I've never seen anything so amazing."

"We're both really perverted, you know," Peter said, keeping the hand
action going on his dick.

"Totally," I replied, my own jerking going full force. Dylan had
finished rubbing her small boobs and pinching her nipples. She was now
down to her white, silky athletic shorts. At that point, Amber must
have set the camera on Dylan's dresser, because both girls were now in
the frame. Both topless, they embraced, which excited both Peter and
me tremendously. Then, they began to kiss. I knew this would put both
of us over the edge.

"They're kissing!" Peter said enthusiastically, jerking faster than
ever. "Ohhhh, fuck..."

"Yes they are," I replied, joining his rhythm on my own hard pole. Our
daughters held each other close as their tongues probed each other's
mouths. I know I had never seen anything close to this exciting in my
entire life. "Ohhhhh, shit," I knew both Peter and I were close to
climax. Then, Dylan slipped her hands down to Amber's big round boobs
and squeezed, followed by Amber leaning forward and kissing Dylan's
hard nipples. That was all either of us needed and both Peter and I
exploded, squirting jets of cum into the air and down onto our laps.
"Ohhhhh, AAahhhhhhh, FFffuuuucckkkkk...."

"Yesss, Ooohhhhhh Baby...kiss it baby, kiss those
titties....ooohhhhhh," Peter exclaimed in his ecstasy.

We each held our dick in hand as our orgasms subsided and the cum
dripped down our hands and shafts. We looked at each other and laughed
out loud at the craziness of what we had just done. The girls had also
finished their play and together they looked at the camera. Amber
said, "Hope you enjoyed that!" Dylan followed with, "We loved doing
that for you!" Peter and I looked at one another.

"Did they know we were going to see this?" Peter asked.

"I can't imagine," I said, feeling unconvinced. "They couldn't have."

"Yea, I'm sure you're right," Peter said, sounding no more sure than I
had. "So, have you ever done this with a guy, Frank?"

"Nope," I said. "Have you?"

"A couple of times in high school," He replied. "But it was never like
this. So,what are we supposed to do now? Pretend we haven't seen what
we just saw?"

"I don't know know that I can do that," I said. Peter shook his head,
indicating he couldn't do that any more than I could. "But, I don't
know what might be next. But I do know that Amber is sleeping over at
our house tonight. And I know Dylan has her camera. Maybe they'll make
something else for us to watch."

"Frank?" Peter said.

"Yea?" I replied.

"If you could, you know," He began. "Do it with her. Would you?"

"Are you talking about Amber?" I asked. "No offense, Pete. But I'd
fuck Amber's brains out in a heartbeat."

"No offense taken, Frank," Peter said. "But what about Dylan? What if
she really wanted it, with you?"

"Wow," I said. "If you had asked me that yesterday, I would have said
'No Way!' But now, I think I'd answer differently. You?"

"I'd say the same as you," Peter said. "I think I can say that if I
had the chance to be with either of them, I would. I can't believe I'm
saying that, but I would."

"Fucking pervert," I said with a laugh. "Got any tissue?"

"You too, you sick fuck!" he said, reaching for a box in his drawer.
"So, mind if I drop by tonight?"

"Why don't you drive Amber over for the sleepover?" I replied. "We can
see how they act and make our plans from there."

"Sounds like a plan," he said with a smile.

The End

Love to hear your feedback at daddyoh@bluebottle.com

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