   M/g Pedo. Mastur. Cons.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never feel this 
good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
  Nanny Cam 1
   By Pedro Feelya
   
   I have always been something of a voyeur. I guess that’s how I got into the security and surveillance business. It 
was only natural that I would test my designs and the latest technology, around my own house. Besides, who wouldn’t 
want to keep a closer eye on their kids?
   My daughter never knew about cameras in her room. What good is a hidden camera if anyone knows it’s there? So, 
I never let anyone know about the cameras, until one night.
   I was on my laptop constantly and all the camera views in the house cycle in a small window on my laptop’s 
screen. One night, it was past our daughter’s bedtime, and I noticed motion in her room. Despite the absolute darkness, 
the infra-red lights showed everything in clear black and white. Our daughter had thrown back her covers, and was 
rubbing herself between her legs. 
   Our daughter is twelve years old and quite lovely. She is athletic, fashion minded, and extremely intelligent. I knew 
that she would be breaking boy’s hearts soon enough, but I prayed she would be intelligent enough to save herself for a 
good one.  
   It took less than a second for me to decide to leave her alone. She was just a healthy young girl, exploring her 
prepubescent sexuality. I should have ignored her behavior, but instead I locked the viewer on that one camera. With a 
single click, the scene filled my screen. 
    My daughter had pulled her nightshirt up to expose her panties. She spread her legs erotically and invitingly wide. 
Her hand had slid deep into her panties, and was rubbing and stroking. Her slender body was flexing and I could see the 
faint curve of her forming breasts and button nipples pressed up against her shirt. 
   I didn’t feel my cock harden until it throbbed painfully in my pants. I wasn’t ashamed, that is the advantage of 
being a voyeur, nobody knew. Instead of shame, I felt incredibly aroused and horny. I wanted to pull out my cock and 
whack off right then, but my wife was in the same room with me, watching TV. 
   My twelve year old daughter continued to rub herself for over five minutes, as she writhed in pleasure on her bed. 
Then she suddenly relaxed. I couldn’t tell if she had achieved orgasm, but I desperately wanted to know. 
   That night, my wife couldn’t understand why I wanted sex, or why I was so passionate. It had been weeks since we 
had made love, and it was always something of a chore for both of us. But all I could think about was seeing my sexy 
preteen daughter pleasuring herself.
   
   The next day I could only look lovingly on my daughter, and she soaked up the attention. That night, I watched her 
room carefully as she prepared for bed. I had always casually watched her innocently dress and undress, but now I saw 
her as a sexy nymphet, teasingly sexy while unaware that her every move turned me on. When she turned her lights out, 
and got into bed, she immediately began to play with herself. For ten minutes she drew out her pleasure while I felt like 
my cock was going to explode. She writhed wilder than ever, and then she relaxed again.
   I pressed my wife for sex that night, but it was definitely a no go. She had had her bi-monthly allotment and wanted 
no more. After she went to bed, I masturbated until my cock was painfully sore.
   
   Over the next few days I couldn’t help but to bond closer and closer with my developing daughter. I tuned in each 
night to watch my sexy little baby devil explore and improve on her explorations. When she took off her panties 
completely, I zoomed in to look intently at her preteen virgin pussy. It was completely hairless and shiny wet. When 
she also took off her nightshirt, I thought I would die from the heat in my groin. Every night I set a new record in 
masturbating myself.
   
   Then one night, she left the lights on and then sat on the bed naked. I zoomed in as she began to play with herself, 
but with the lights on, the camera showed her in living color. I was in ecstasy and rapture and then she leaned over and 
reached for something off screen. When she leaned back, she was holding a hairbrush. I couldn’t believe it when she 
pressed the handle up to her pussy lips, and slowly began to work it inside.
   I didn’t know if my twelve year old daughter still had her hymen, or had taken or lost it somehow, but she was 
going so slowly that I was sure she didn’t know what to expect. She was going slowly and tantalizingly sexily. I wanted 
to scream at her to hurry up. I also wanted my wife to go to bed so that I could rub my cock until I had exploded five 
times. It was too erotic and I almost couldn’t stand to watch. Finally she had the handle buried deep inside her, and then 
she shuddered, and then relaxed.
    The next night, I was practically drooling, as she prepared for bed. She again left the lights on and again sat 
completely naked. She immediately began with the brush handle and began to plunge it into herself slowly. 
   Then I became aware of something that tore my attention away. My wife was bitching about the cell phone bill, and 
announced that she was going to talk to our daughter. She got up and headed for the stairs. 
   Our daughter was deep into enjoying the hairbrush and had no idea what was coming. My wife was not the kind of 
person to knock first. She had never masturbated, and would never understand or accept her daughter masturbating. 
Our daughter was about to get to be horribly shamed for something I thought was natural and wonderful.  
   Right or wrong, I didn’t want my daughter to suffer her mother’s tirade. With two clicks, I activated the speaker on 
one of the hidden cameras. 
   “Baby, you should stop, your mother’s coming!” I said gently.
   In surprise, my daughter jumped back about three feet on the bed. She just sat there frozen and naked. Then she 
swept into motion, grabbed a bedcover and swung it over her. At the last second, her hand shot out and grabbed a 
schoolbook. She pulled it back in just before her bedroom door swung open.
   “Why is your light still on after your bedtime?” her mother demanded.
   Our daughter put on a winning performance as she lifted her head sleepily. “I have a big test tomorrow. I wanted to 
study some more.” She slid the schoolbook out from in front of her.
   “Well, you went over your cell phone minutes,” my wife changed the subject. She continued to bitch at our 
daughter, who took it all with grace. We couldn’t really punish our daughter. She was a straight “A” student who never 
did anything intentionally wrong. After our daughter promised to be more careful using her cell phone, my wife left her 
alone.
   A few minutes after the door closed, my daughter slid off the bed, clutching the bedcover over her naked body, and 
turned out the lights.
   The next morning when I saw our daughter, she wouldn’t look me in the eye. When she finally did, I beamed my 
biggest, warmest, most loving smile at her. She instinctively responded with a warm smile of her own, then 
remembered why she was ashamed, and ended up with an uncertain, but relieved look on her face.
   That night, it quickly became apparent that she had found two of the three cameras I had hidden in her room. She 
looked directly at them often, and avoided being naked at any time. The next night was the same and I began to wonder 
if it might have been better for her mother to have discovered what her daughter was doing. 
   The third night, I was still hurting from the huge canyon that had torn between me and my daughter, when she 
walked into the family room and turned on the TV. I was already sitting there and her mother had gone to bed early 
with a headache. 
   I turned off my laptop so I could watch the movie with my daughter. She sat on the couch across from my chair, 
and though we didn’t talk, at least we were doing something together. It was only about twenty minutes into the show 
when I looked over and my attention focused to a needle point. My daughter was rubbing her crotch through her 
nightshirt. It appeared almost innocent, and she never took her eyes off the TV, but it was unmistakably pleasurable for 
her. 
   My cock hardened in my sweatpants instantly. I couldn’t look back at the TV, or anywhere else. As if on cue, she 
pulled her feet up onto the couch and let her legs fall apart. The nightshirt rode up to her hips, exposing white cotton 
panties with bright yellow flowers. Still, looking only at the TV, she again began to rub herself through the front of her 
underwear. Something I had never seen in the hidden video, a distinct wet spot grew in the crotch of her underwear.
   I hardly realized it as I slid my own hand into my sweat pants and grasped my hard cock. I only meant to shift it to 
the side and hide it, but then I found myself stroking it.
   I had been watching her hand sliding deep in the crack of her wet underwear, that with a start, I realized she was 
looking at me. I froze, sitting there mid-stroke of my cock inside my sweatpants.
   My daughter then shifted her weight, lifted her tight butt, and slid her panties down. Then she closed her legs, 
pulled her panties completely off, and then let her legs fall wide open again, exposing everything. I stared at her 
incredibly white inner thighs with her bright pink slit now gaping open. Then she pulled her nightshirt off.
   Now she was completely naked, with only her swimsuit suntan lines covering her. Her nipples were small dark red 
bumps surrounded by white triangles of un-tanned stark flesh. 
   With an act of will, I looked up into her eyes, and she was looking at me. She was waiting. Was she waiting for me 
to condemn her? Was I supposed to approve or encourage her?
   In the moment I was wondering what my little girl could want, I realized that she wasn’t just looking at my face, 
but also the huge bulge of my hand gripping my cock inside my sweatpants.
   I understood. I had spied on her and had watched her masturbate many times. Now it was my turn.
   It was only fair. If it was okay for me to watch her play with herself, then it would be okay for her to watch me 
expose myself and masturbate for her.
   That seemed a good enough and logical reason. I could almost ignore the incredibly hot excitement that flushed 
through my body at the idea of being naked with my daughter. I secretly wanted to showing her how sexually arousing 
I found her. 
   I wanted to give her the full view. I stood up from the chair and pulled my sweat top off. Then I hooked my fingers 
into my sweat bottom’s waist and bent to push them to the floor. Then I stepped out of them. 
   My iron hard cock waved in front of me, in my daughter’s general direction. She in turn, stared with fascination at 
it. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just stood there naked in front of my naked twelve-year-old daughter.
   She made the first move. Her hand slipped between her legs, and she began to rub up and down her slit. All the 
while, she stared at my cock.
   She was too incredibly hot to look at, just to stare at. I burned to show her how she really made me feel. I reached 
down and began to stroke my cock, but realized it was too intense, and I wouldn’t be able to stay on my feet very long. 
I sat back down in the chair, but leaned back so that my own daughter had a very clear view of how I was rubbing my 
cock. 
   She watched it in fascination, and I watched her. Her nipples were already bigger than a boys and I could see them 
stand hard at attention. Her hand worked her clitoris furiously and then she stopped and slid two fingers deep into her 
pussy. 
   I wasn’t going to last long, considering how hard I was pounding on my cock. But, I didn’t have to. My daughter 
arched her back suddenly and gave out a little whimper. 
   That was my cue. I felt all my attention focus on her tight clenching butt and her fingers buried in her pussy, and a 
rush of electricity flowed through me and out the end of my cock. 
   I shot my first load at least five feet, to land within two feet of the couch. The second and third shots didn’t go as 
far. My daughter watched all of this with all the attention she could spare. Then we both collapsed at the same time.
   She got up first. I didn’t want to move. I was naked and sexually spent in front of my preteen daughter, and despite 
my shame, I also wanted more. She bent over and scooped up one of my semen puddles. Rubbing it between her 
fingers, she examined it. I know she wanted to understand more, but then she looked toward the hallway that leads to 
our bedroom, where my wife hopefully slept. She was right, and we were risking too much.
   My daughter grabbed her few clothes, stepped over to where I leaned back naked in my chair, and kissed me on the 
forehead. 
   “I love you daddy.” She said happily.
   “Wait,” I motioned for her to bend over again. This time I reached up and pulled her head down and her lips to 
mine. For a few seconds we shared a wonderful kiss. 
   Then I let go and she straightened up again. The look on her face was wonderful and exciting. Then she sprinted, 
naked, for her room. I watched on my cameras as she went right to sleep. 
   
   That was two nights ago. Last night, I watched as she put on a fantastic display for my cameras as she masturbated 
intensely and furiously, looking up at me through the cameras often. It was tortuous agony to not be able to share my 
own pleasure with my daughter at the same time.
   
   Tonight,,,
   
