It was late, almost two in the morning. When I peeped out through the living room curtains, I could see my daughter, Amanda's bare boobs glowing in the autumn moonlight. Her date, Tommy Slater, reached forward with both hands to cup her pert, young breasts, causing Amanda to emit a soft, silvery laugh that touched me to the quick.

Amanda whispered something, but I couldn't make out the words. Tommy immediately dived between her round boobies and rubbed his head into her cleavage. She arched her back in his direction as she stretched in pleasure underneath his touch. They didn't seem much concerned that anyone in the whole world could suddenly drive down this quiet street and see them, let alone that anyone was watching them from the house.

The boy's cheeks hollowed out when he sealed his lips tight about her right nipple and began to suck. My daughter gasped, a soft cry escaping her wet lips. I rubbed the front of my boxer shorts to relieve the tension in my dick, but my cock continued to grow.

Amanda finally planted a soft, wet kiss on the top of Tommy's head and gently shoved him away. He gave her another quick series of kisses on her tit and on her mouth, but then he finally departed. It was time for me, too, to depart, but I was frozen in my spot at the window. I was still standing there when my daughter came inside.

She was just buttoning her blouse back into place when she saw me.

"Daddy?" she whispered. "Were you watching me?"

"Yes", I confessed.

"You should be ashamed of yourself."

I felt the heat rise in my face, and yet I couldn't accept her rebuke without protesting.

"At least I wasn't outside getting half naked on the front lawn," I said sarcastically.

"I didn't expect anyone to be watching at this time of night!"

"You shouldn't be coming home at this time of night," I countered.

"Oh, Daddy!" she admonished with a giggle, "I'm old enough to come home when I want to. You know that."

I could tell she as a little tipsy by the way she was acting.

"Have you been drinking, young lady?" I asked, trying to hide the fact that I had developed a sizable erection.

Amanda came up me and hugged me close, as she always did when she thought she was going to get in trouble. And, as always, I put my arms around my little girl and hugged her back. But this time, my erect cock pressed against her belly, causing Amanda to gasp. But her reaction was unexpected.

"Oooooh! You're hard, Daddy. Is that from watching me?"

"Yes, baby!" I admitted. Jesus, what could I say?

"Ooohhh, that turns me on, Daddy," she whispered grinding her delectable little body against mine.

Then abruptly, Amanda stepped back and began to take off her clothes! The moonlight streaming through the thin curtains was the only source of light except for a small neon night lamp, but it was enough to see by when she removed her blouse to show me her pale, shimmering skin.

"Play with my titties, Daddy", she whispered, "Squeeze them and kiss them just like Tommy was doing."

Almost as if in a dream, I found myself rubbing my hands across the warm, creamy satin of my daughter's young boobs. They were gorgeous. Soft yet firm, as young girl's tits are, but quite large for her age. Amanda had developed earlier than most girls her age, hence my somewhat pathological over-protectiveness.

I squeezed the responsive globes of her lovely young titties and felt her nipples harden so quickly that small goose-pimples popped out on the areoles.