Younggirl: You're just saying that because you want me to send you a selfie.

GrumpyOldman: Not at all. I think everyone has a good side and a better side. I'm sure you are stunning.

Younggirl: :) You're sweet. But you still aren't getting a photo of me. My father warned me about people on the internet. Especially men. You only want one thing. Lol. And once you get it, you'll move on to the next innocent girl.

GrumplyOldman: From our discussions over the past few weeks, you are not all that innocent, young lady. :)

Younggirl: How rude...

They had been talking in a chat room for almost a month now. Tony had been on his adult story site one evening, and he got a message from someone who said she had read his most recent story and loved it.

He had never been much of a writer, but truly enjoyed doing it, and it was the only way he could find to release the taboo desire he had been addicted to for so many years.

It had started many years before he had even met his wife. He had been in an old chat room when the internet was young and dial-up, where you had to use your phone line to get hooked into the internet, and every time, it sounded like you were killing a demon before you connected.

The internet was supposed to bring people together, facilitate greater research and knowledge, and promote collaboration. It was all these things, but it also was just another way to access porn and adult content without having to go to the corner store and browse the back room where all the magazines had brown wrappers around the covers hiding the nude models.

So, the thought that you had to kill a demon to access this web that allowed you to look up the nude scenes of famous actresses or read naughty stories or even find a room of other lonely adults to talk to about those things that were taboo in everyday society, was appropriate in a way.

There, late at night, when the rest of his family had been in bed, he started chatting with a woman. They hit it off quite quickly. She was older and more experienced. He was nineteen, innocent, and very vanilla in his sexual tastes.

It started innocently enough with flirting and talking about sex. It very quickly went to talking on the phone. (This was before cellphones as well, when you had to pay by the minute to make a long-distance call.) She would call late at night, and he would make sure to pick up the phone just as it started to ring so he wouldn't wake up the rest of the house.

It was his first foray into phone sex, and being a young man, he found himself addicted quite quickly to this naughty, older woman who would say things and pretend things that he had never even considered before.

That first evening, as they were both getting close to climaxing, she said the magic words that would change him forever.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your daughter. Cum inside me, please!"

It was such a shock, and he came harder than he had ever done simply by looking at magazines or watching videos.

After that, he found himself searching for family stories online or in the adult section of the magazine shop. The father/daughter stories always had more of an effect on him, and he would look forward to being able to lie in bed and read a new issue or a new story, slowly stroking himself to try and get through as many stories as he could, waiting for that one that would push him over the edge.

He never talked about this newfound desire or fantasy with anyone in the real world. How could he when it was so taboo? He knew it wouldn't be accepted. He would be judged, scorned, or labeled. So, he kept it to himself and continued to read his magazines and his stories online. Even after he got married. The magazines had to go, but the internet was better, and he found more ways to read about his fantasy.

It was many years later that he found a site with so many incest fantasy stories to read.

He never had any fantasies about actual family members. It was only a fantasy. Only a story. There was no harm in that.

He even decided to try his hand at writing his own stories and found that not only did he enjoy it, but that others shared his fantasy. Those he could talk to, and not feel like such a freak or a bad person, or as if something was wrong with him.

That was one of the best things of all, because finally, he didn't have to hide as much. It let him relax and feel accepted. It was such a wonderful gift. He never pushed it on others, as he knew everyone had their own thing, and for some, it was a trigger. However, others liked what he wrote, and he enjoyed hearing from them.

Then, a few weeks earlier, he had received a message from a member who said that she had read his latest story about a father and daughter who found comfort and satisfaction in each other's arms. She said that it had triggered something in her that she hadn't realized had been there, and she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since she read his words. She had read it over and over again and enjoyed it each and every time. It had turned into her nighttime ritual. She would lie in bed and read his story, slowly running her fingers over her body, amazed at how much it stimulated her mind and body.

He was flattered that something he wrote had affected her so deeply. It was every writer's or artist's dream to have their work touch someone else.

They had begun talking multiple times a week, which turned into multiple times a day. He found himself checking into the site to see if she was around and would drop her a message. He tried not to be a stalker or a creepy old guy. But he couldn't help himself. He loved talking to her and was always pleased when he saw that he had a message from her.

She said she was twenty-three and still lived at home. She was an only child and got along well with her parents, but she was starting to feel the itch to be out on her own and start her own life. She was still in college, however, and it was helping her to save money by living at home.

A lot of what she said was similar to his own daughter's situation, so he took advantage of talking to someone of that age who didn't see him as some out-of-date dinosaur. He asked her questions about her tastes and those of a younger person trying to understand his daughter better. It wasn't like they didn't get along. They were happy, but as she got older, he found it tougher to relate to her. She seemed anxious and ready for a change. He just wasn't ready to let his girl go yet. Even though he knew he would have to one day. She'd meet some guy who he hoped would treat her well enough, and she would get married and move out.

So, they talked and he mined her for information on how to relate to a teenager who was about to be an adult. She asked him about the tastes of an older man. She said that she and her father got along well enough, but that he seemed to be pulling away a bit as she had turned into a woman. She wondered if it was something she had done or possibly if he saw her as a woman and not his daughter anymore, and if that caused him discomfort because of the thoughts that it might be bringing up in him.

He had never thought about things in those terms before, and he gave her his honest opinion on the subject.

GrumpyOldMan: "He'll always love you. You are his daughter, and you always will be; that never changes. He sees you becoming independent, but he also sees you as his daughter. There is a transition stage where a father has to learn to let go and become more of a friend than a Dad. It's a struggle for sure. He's not ready for you to not need him anymore. That part never goes away. As far as how he sees you physically, I can't speak to that as you've never shared your photo."

Here, he paused for a moment to see what she would say.

Younggirl: "Nice try, Old Man :)"

He gave it a shot

GrumpyOldMan: "But seriously, I don't know if that is a problem for him. I know that there are fathers who are attracted to their daughters. I've read stories and talked to other people on the site who share. I mean, what father doesn't love his daughter unconditionally, and if he found her attractive physically, especially as she was filling out, there might be a physical response if she wore something revealing around the house or had filled out in particular areas. Between the bodily response and the love he felt, he may be feeling a bit guilty about his thoughts, even if they were just in passing," he concluded.

It was at that point that she asked him the question that would change his thoughts completely.

Younggirl: "Do you ever look at your daughter and romantically think of her?"

There was a long pause as he sat and thought about his daughter. She was very attractive. She looked like her mother at that age, except her breasts were already larger and fuller than his wife's were back then. Her hips were a bit more rounded as well. He had overheard her complaining to her mother a few months back that she thought she was getting too heavy, and she had been having problems finding dates.

He didn't think she was fat at all. She had an incredible figure that she kept just toned enough with her swimming. He thought about the times he looked out of the kitchen window and saw her tanning after getting out of the pool. As he focused on the question, his memories of her tanned body, with the water drops from the pool beading up and following her curves, came into full focus in his brain. He realized that his shorts were getting tighter and reached down to adjust himself, his hand feeling the fully engorged penis that had made an appearance.

Younggirl: "Are you still with me, or did you fall asleep, Old Man? Or, are you just jerking off to thoughts of me? :)"

She loved to tease him. It was never done maliciously. She wasn't a brat. They had just become comfortable with each other very quickly, and in between, giving each other notes on their families, they occasionally flirted a little. They had met on an adult story site after all.

It wasn't like he had started talking to her to flirt. He had just thanked her for reading his story, and things had developed naturally from there. He had looked at her profile before, as they were starting to chat, and she had listed her age as twenty-three. She had no photos of her on her page, not that he blamed her. Men could be quite forward if you gave them an inch. But she had, every once in a while, if he begged, sent him a glimpse. It was usually something silly like a toe or an elbow. Nothing revealing. He was very curious who this woman was whom he had spent so much time talking to, though.

He shook himself back to reality and responded.

GrumpyOldMan: "Yes, I'm still here...wise ass. :)"

Younggirl: ";)"

Younggirl: "Have you ever...?"

GrumpyOldMan: "Have I ever what?"

There was a long pause where he could almost feel the embarrassment coming through the messages.

Younggirl: "Have you ever jerked off thinking of me?"

Another long pause, as he thought about how honest he should be. They had been truthful about so much already, and it wasn't like he was ever going to meet her in real life.

GrumpyOldMan: "TBH, I have wondered what you looked like and I might have stroked myself a time or two to the fantasy of us being together. What guy my age wouldn't fantasize about being with a younger woman? Of course, I don't know what you look like, not that that matters because I have felt very comfortable with you these last few weeks, and I think we would have an amazing time together if things were different."

There was another long pause, this one took so long, and her icon had disappeared; he thought he might have creeped her out with his answer. He was ready to pack it in for the night and head to bed when her icon appeared again, along with the typing dots.

Younggirl: "If you promise not to be too critical and not to share it with anyone else, I'll send you a better photo that you can jerk off to. Would you like that? Would that be okay? Because I've felt very comfortable with you, too. I never thought I'd be feeling what I feel for someone who was my parents' age."

He thought about his answer for what seemed like an hour, but it was only about thirty seconds. Was he ready to cross this line with a stranger? A very young stranger at that.

Again, they would never meet, and what could it possibly hurt?

GrumpyOldMan: "I would love that. And I promise, I will not share it with anyone. One thing that is nice about us old guys is that we are gentlemen. We pull out chairs at dinner. We open car doors. And we never share nude photos that have been shared with us," he thought, not only because it is not polite, but it would get him in serious trouble.

Then, he waited. And waited. And waited. The little cursor blinked for what felt like an eternity. His heart was beating fast, like it was his first time seeing a naked girl when he was a teenager. He flashed back to that moment so many years before. Her name was Shirley Ann, and he remembered the anticipation as he watched her pull her shirt up, exposing her black bra. The first bra he had seen that had not been in a catalog or on his mother. His young cock filled with all sorts of testosterone had swelled larger than he could have imagined. When her breasts were released and bounced free, he had cum in his shorts. Luckily, then, he produced so much he could give her more shots that night, three if his memory served correctly.

As he continued to wait and thought back to that first night, he thought it might be prudent to pull his hardening cock out of his pants now in case seeing her young, nude form had the same effect. It had been a long time since he had seen another naked woman who wasn't his wife. He just hoped he could hold back for a little while. He wasn't that teenager anymore, and now, after one shot, he was pretty much done for the evening.

His hand was slowly stroking his hardened shaft. It felt so good in his hand. His fingers traced the veins along his length. The nerves were so sensitive as he had been stroking almost every night without much of a result. It had been two weeks since he had had a release. He hoped she would hurry, as he wasn't sure he was going to last.

The imagination was running away from him. He didn't care about her body type. She could be thin, rubenesque, with small breasts, large breasts, shaved, or smooth. All he knew was that they had been having a lovely time over the past few weeks and he hadn't cum in a while. Not to mention, she was willing to put herself out there by sharing her body with him. He was primed and ready to go.

The three dots paused, and he found he was holding his breath. Then the photo started to load. It formed from top to bottom. The image started with her chin and worked its way downward. Her long neck appeared, followed by full shoulders. They looked toned, but not too broad. Then the top of her breasts started to appear, and he noticed that they were full and high. As they fully formed, he observed they had wonderful cleavage and just a bit of a hang to them. They weren't overly big, but they had volume. He started imagining how they would feel in his hands as he palmed them while standing behind her.

Next, the nipples appeared. They were full, pink, and hard and looked very chewy. He licked his lips at the sight of them. The rest of the photo appeared below the screen line, and his hand reached out tentatively towards the mouse to scroll up.

He wasn't sure why he paused, but something was nagging at his brain.

His fingers rolled the mouse wheel, and the image scrolled up, revealing a tight, toned belly with a cute belly button. He wasn't sure if he was ready to see below that, but his hormones had taken over, and he continued to reveal the mystery woman's body. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed that she was wearing panties. He probably would have cum instantly if she had been completely naked, as he was enjoying what he had seen so far.

The panties were a pale pink and had the words "Kiss me" and little red lips right over her pussy. This made him smile as he continued down and saw her beautiful legs. They were all tanned and toned, like her shoulders and arms. She was definitely in shape. And it was a shape he approved of....