Date: Tue, 09 Apr 2024 18:54:29 +0000 From: jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com Subject: Daddy's amateur massages Ch 01 Daddy's amateur massages. TRACK 01 AUTHOR NOTE: This is a story about a father and his daughter, Alice. He's been giving her amateur massages for years. But around age 9, he starts to notice that his massages are having an unexpected effect on her. Alice is getting aroused by them. How does he react to that? The initial chapters mainly talk about Alice and her dad. In later chapters, Alice has a friend from school who starts coming over, too. I was listening to a playlist while I wrote these chapters, and the names of the songs are included with each chapter (called "tracks"), in case you're interested. :) Just copy/paste them on YouTube and you should find the song I listened to while I wrote each chapter. Please know that this story is a complete work of fiction. Nothing in this story is based on a real-life scenario. The characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real life people is merely coincidental. And nothing about my stories should condone these activities to happen in real life. I love hearing from you guys! If you want to contact me, you can reach me via email at jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com. I try to answer every email, but please be patient if I don't answer you right away. Xo, Jordyn Lastly, please consider donating to this website to help it stay here! It is not free to run and every donation makes a difference! The link to make a donation is: https://donate.nifty.org/. Thank you for your support! ================================================ [track 01. background] [song: intro by the xx -- long version] I've been giving my daughter massages ever since she was little. She was three the first time I gave her one, and she loved it. I had always been happy to give out massages, even when I was little myself. There is a strange sort of satisfaction to be had when you can massage someone so well that they moan themselves to sleep while you work your magic on their body. With my daughter, it was much the same. When she was younger, she made soft grunts and exhales more so than moans. But it was basically the same response, just not as vocal. Her name was Alice and she was a very cute kid. Her hair was long and silky and straight, medium brown with natural blonde highlights. Her face was round, like most children. Her lips had a perfect shape, thicker at the center of her mouth, but tapering into points at either side. Her eyes were hazel and beautiful. All in all, my little girl was an absolute goddess. By the time she was six, it was practically a nightly ritual that I would massage her before bed. Sometimes it was just a brief back or shoulder massage, but more often than not, I ended up giving her a full body massage. I enjoyed it immensely, and she obviously did, too. It was around that time when she told me she wanted to start wearing her jammies while I gave her my massages. In the beginning, it hadn't seemed weird for her to be completely naked while I massaged her little body. I never had any perverse thoughts or anything like that. Of course I didn't mind if she wanted to have some clothes on. She was growing up and starting to become more aware of her body. Over the course of the next year, as my daughter went from age six to seven, I started noticing things about my massages. Namely, it seemed like she was starting to get a little turned on by them. At first, it was just little reactions that she had here and there. There were certain parts of her body that, when I touched them, she would get really quiet and still. The main one that I noticed was the backs of her thighs. Sometimes I noticed her holding her breath while I massaged her there. And once I moved my hands away from the sensitive area, further down her legs, she would start breathing again and her body would loosen back up. Those were my first clues. About two months after I started noticing those new reactions, I caught her masturbating. Well, maybe "caught" isn't the right word for it. She didn't know that I saw her doing it. I had given her my nightly massage as usual and then kissed her goodnight. A few minutes later, after I used the bathroom and was heading to my own bedroom, I heard a noise from her room that made me pause at her door. She was lying on her stomach with her knees pulled in a little, her little butt sticking up in the air. And she had both of her hands beneath her stomach, clearly wedged in her crotch. I couldn't help but stand and stare for a few minutes while she got herself off. She didn't make any noises except a loud exhale when she was done, and then I watched her butt drop down and her legs stretch back along the bed. If that had been the last time that happened, the memory likely would have faded and things would have remained normal for me. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Over the course of the next year, my daughter's arousal was becoming more and more obvious. One time she even snuck a hand down between her legs while I was rubbing her back. I stopped massaging her the moment I noticed her doing it. Kissing her gently on the back of her head, I fled from her room. I had to grit my teeth and clench my hands as I lay in bed to keep myself from masturbating that night. In hindsight, I think I actually kept myself under control pretty damn well, all things considered. I mean, my little girl was eight, going on nine. That alone should have snuffed any taboo reactions right there. But it didn't. The whole situation really just started to push the limits of my willpower, not to mention my arousal. For reasons that probably seemed rational in my head at the time, I completely stopped masturbating. By the time Alice turned nine, I hadn't had an orgasm in almost a year. Honestly, I had lost track of the last time I had cum. I sported an erection every single night as I massaged my daughter and watched her little body heat up with arousal. And for me, not having an orgasm in so long meant that I was basically wielding a loaded gun all the time. I was used to it by then, but there was this constant ache in my entire pelvis region that started around month four. And all this leads me to a night, one month after my daughter's ninth birthday. Despite my loss of mental capacity at the time, I can't in good conscious put all the blame on my daughter. Maybe not any blame at all, truly. Because I could have stopped it. I could have overcome my greed. My lust. I could have even snubbed it well before it began. But I didn't. Because, whether I would admit it or not, I wanted it to happen. You see, I made my daughter cum.