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Chapter 1 – Life Before Incest


My parents keep themselves in pretty good shape and my mom still looks fantastic in her bikini while my dad still wears the same pant size from when he graduated from college. Indeed, my Mom loves it when people mistake her for my older sister! No doubt it helps that she only had to give birth to one child. I was a rough delivery and so based on her doctor’s recommendation, my mom didn't have any more children. As her only child, she and I have always very close and I share everything I do with her.

My mom was the one that taught me to masturbate (well, some things come natural but it never hurts to get a few pointers) and basically I learned most everything I needed to know about sex from her. She got me on birth control when I became sexually active. Unlike most girls, who have to hide what they do with their boyfriends from their parents, when I gave up my virginity at the ripe old age of eighteen, I couldn't wait to get home and tell my Mom all about it. Since then I’ve told her everything I’ve ever done with every guy I’ve been with – and I do mean EVERYTHING. Actually, I think she lives vicariously through me as both of my parents take their wedding vows very seriously and she would never go out and cheat on my dad.

Speaking of hiding things from your parents, it’s always seemed a shame to me that when it comes to sex, most parents shroud the topic in mystery, treating the subject as taboo and putting their kids on a guilt trip if they catch them so much as masturbating or just playing around. Fortunately for me, my parents have always been totally open about sex, yet all the while stressing respectful AND responsibility. Thus while I may have been much more aware of sex when I was growing up in comparison to most kids, I was undoubtedly much more responsible and prepared to handle it when I grew old enough to start doing more than just talk about it.

From my earliest memories, nudity at home was never anything to be ashamed of yet at the same time, it wasn't necessarily something to be flaunted either. I can’t stress enough that we were NOT nudist. We never went to any “clothing optional” clubs or get involved in anything regarding nudity away from home or
with other people. Personally, I’ve never been able to understand why someone would WANT to be a nudist.

To help illustrate what I’m saying, here are some examples. While it was typical for us to be naked in the hot tub, that was more because my dad didn't want to contaminate the water than see his wife and daughter naked. We never lounged around nude in the family room watching TV – my mom simply didn't consider it to be hygienic and besides, it felt better to have a little protection on. If my dad was taking a shower I wasn’t afraid to do my hair in the bathroom nor did it bother me for him to shave while I was in the tub or shower. We were naked because it made sense to be, not because we wanted the other to see us nude.

I started sleeping nude when I was turned twelve; not for any sex-related reasons but more because that was how my parents ha always slept and I was trying at that age not to be a “kid”. Once I tried it, I found that it just felt better to sleep nude and so I have done so ever since. It’s not something I usually even think about until I spend the night at a friends house and wear pajamas or a nightshirt and realize just how uncomfortable and restricted it makes me feel for the entire night! I kept a nightshirt or a robe by the bed to put on when I got up.

In today’s world plagued with so much pornography on the Internet and media, too many kids are becoming addicted to porn or even worse, de-sensitized to it. Thus today it’s all the worse when parents add an element of mystery and intrigue by condemning sex. In stark contrast, my parents brought me up to appreciate the not-so-subtle differences between porn and art, to recognize the joys raised by eroticism over the tastelessness of vulgarity.

On top of everything, my parent’s marriage was a daily demonstration to me of the emotional fulfillment of a strong marriage, a committed relationship where they were partners. Neither of them ever cheated on the other and wouldn't have even if they had “permission”. Granted, that was also in large part due to my mom’s strong religious beliefs (as in “Thou shalt not commit adultery.”) but they took their marriage as just that – vows.

Although my parents never actually made love in front of me while I was growing up, I knew they did frequently - it was the only time the bedroom door was closed so they may as well have just hung out a sign! One of the greatest gifts my parents gave me throughout my childhood was the security that comes from knowing that your parents are totally in love with one another - physically as well as emotionally.

When it comes to masturbation, I consider it a totally different topic from sex. Masturbation is a natural act that allows a person to deal with their inner needs and emotions we all have as a result of being created by God as sexual beings. Even though almost everybody does it, society still treats it like a forbidden ritual. Personally, I think making someone feel guilty about masturbating won’t stop them, but it may result in an unhealthy attitude and lack of respect for their own sexuality.

My parents (especially my dad) masturbated frequently and they made no effort to hide it yet there was NOTHING kinky about it. The key was that like nudity, they didn’t flaunt it either. If the mood struck them, they did it – it was that simple. Also, they did it discretely, not like my dad was putting on a show for me just because he was turned on by Amanda Tapping of StarGate fame. If I didn’t know what he was doing, I’d of probably not even noticed.

As for myself, whether watching a sexy movie or just feeling horny, I’ve never felt inhibited from touching myself wherever or whenever I needed to in order to release the sexual tension built up within me. Again, I was taught that discretion was just being polite. I could usually reach inside my pajamas or under my skirt without making a big show of it so why not do it when you need to rather than wait to go off and hide? I would bet that most of the time my parents don't even know I’m doing it!

Another of the many problems created when sex is treated as secretive and taboo is that most people raised that way instantly assume that if someone is nude or masturbates around someone else, that there is some inference of a desire for a sexual relationship. Well, that just goes to show how wrong impressions get started by people who don't know what they are talking about. I NEVER felt that way growing up. If I saw my dad masturbating because he was turned on by a movie or picture of beautiful woman, I didn’t assume that he wanted to have sex with ME, I knew that he was just horny. My mother had a drawer full of vibrators next
to her bed which she used frequently. When I started masturbating she offered them to me and even demonstrated a few of them but that didn't mean she wanted to use them ON me! If anything, the way I was raised I probably had LESS thoughts of sexual relations with my family than the average person. While I realize that people who have been raised in home where sex is kept hidden away and masturbation is ridiculed (even though everyone does it) have a hard time understanding all of this, if they would just sit down and get their minds out of the sexual gutters their upbringing has thrown them in, they might understand that my home environment was much more healthy than theirs, especially when it comes to self-confidence and respect for others.

Needless to say as I grew older a lot of things changed as I physically and mentally matured. Like most every girl, I went through the natural progression of curiosity, masturbation, and oral sex. When I was eighteen I had sex for the first time with my boyfriend. He was followed by a number of boys. Most of the time it was just oral sex, but I enjoyed fucking as much as the next girl and indulged in more than my fair share of it.

Naturally, my parents knew about everything I did along the way and in fact, they generally encouraged me to take advantage of the opportunities of adolescence and enjoy myself. My mom especially loved to sit in bed next to me after I came home from a hot date and listen to me as I would describe every detail of what the guy had done to me – and me to him. I’m not sure who got turned on more during those special mother-daughter times - her listening to how her little girl was fucked her boyfriends or me telling her about it and watching her reactions. It wasn't unusual for her to leave after I was through and head straight for the drawer next to her bed. If anything, I gave me a thrill to see how much my mom seemed to be reliving her own teen years vicariously through me.

My dad was just as interested in my dates as my mom but he was also very concerned that I took precautions to keep myself safe. Believe it or not, my dad actually preferred that I bring boys home to fuck me because then at least he knew I was OK. I understood that he was just a dad anxious about his little girl so I would leave the door to my bedroom cracked open for him to keep on eye on us, especially when I was with a new boy. It also made me feel more secure knowing that my dad was keeping an eye on things.

Now before you think of me as being totally naïve, of course I knew he also enjoyed watching us and often he would masturbate afterwards. As my mom often reminded me in such circumstances, my dad was also a man and had the same reactions any other man would have seeing two teenagers fucking in bed, even if the girl was his own daughter. Indeed, I would have far more worried if he DIDN’T get turned on!

From eighteen until just after I turned nineteen I fucked a total of six teenage boys plus an older married guy from my dad’s office. During that same time I found that I really enjoyed blowjobs and personally, I felt I had a natural knack for them. Thus while I may have been very selective over whose cock I allowed in my vagina, I did take advantage of every opportunity to suck cock. There is just something about sucking a boy cock, feeling him get hard, and then bringing him to a climax, all with just my mouth, that is exhilarating to me. I was also quite proud of what I felt was a well-deserved reputation among the boys for being the best cocksucker in my school. After all, I worked hard for it – and I deserved it.

I’ve said all of this so far so people would have a better understanding of where I was in my life up to this time and perhaps why things happened the way they did. Now, with all the sexual activity in my life by the time I was only nineteen, I guess it was only natural that my relationships with my parents would change as well…


Chapter 2 – An Attitude Adjustment


One night, a couple of months after my nineteenth birthday, I came home early from a party. It was suppose to be fun but after I got there it turned into a boring evening full of nothing but people standing around smoking and drinking – neither of which I did nor did I enjoy being around such people. The guy who brought me was pretty hot but he soon became so drunk I didn't even want to suck him, let alone have him fuck me, so in disgust I asked a girlfriend to take me home.

When I walked through the front door I didn’t see my parents nor did I hear the TV down in the basement, so I assumed that my parents must have left for the evening. There wasn't a note or anything which didn't surprise me since I was suppose to be home late and that they probably figured that they would be back before then. Once upstairs, I noticed their bedroom was also empty, confirming my theory. Entering my bedroom, I was about to turn on the light when I heard something from outside my window.

Our bedrooms are on the second floor and mine overlooks the back deck which includes a large hot tub. Peeking out the window between the drawn blinds, I couldn’t believe my eyes - my parents were both in the hot tub. Now that in and of itself wasn't unusual as we definitely got our money's worth from that hot tub. What WAS surprising though, was that they were going at it like two horny teenagers in heat! Needless to say, they were both completely naked with my dad seated on an edge while my mom was underwater except for her head and shoulders which were between his legs as she sucked his hardened cock!

It was not the first time by any means I’d seen my dad with an erection but it WAS the first time I saw my mom sucking it. I smiled to myself as my mom demonstrated some pretty impressive cocksucking skills. Obviously she’d had lots of practice! Her face was buried in my Dad's wet crotch and she was taking all of his wonderful cock in her mouth. From the look on my Dad's face he was enjoying it immensely! His hands were on her head, pulling it into him, forcing himself deeper down her throat.

Instinctively I turned away out of respect for their privacy. As I said, my parents were open about almost every area of their lives except for their lovemaking which had always been something special that they reserved for just between the two of them. The only problem was that I couldn't help myself – something inside me seemed to be compelling me to watch them. I turned back to the window and looked down at them as they began to make passionate love, my mom in a doggie position with her hands on the edge and her butt facing my dad as he banged her hard from the rear. I couldn't quite see him penetrating her, but the motions they were making were unmistakable.

After a while they reversed positions to where she was seated with her legs spread wide open while he moved in between them. My mom used her fingers to push aside her matted wet pubic hair. Watching him approach her I stared, afraid that if I blinked even once I might miss something. My mom used her hand to skillfully guide my dad’s cock into her cunt. I drew in a sharp breath as for the first time in my life I saw him penetrate her with his cock. She threw her head back and arched her back as he thrust himself into her.

There was a tingle in my cunt as I imagined how my mom must be feeling at that moment, feeling her hungry cunt being filled by her lover’s swollen cock. I watched intently as my dad fucked my mom over and over, including several positions I’d never tried. The more I watched the more I was realized that I was getting incredibly turned on! To my astonishment, my cunt was getting warmer by the second and my mouth was dry like a desert. It didn't help either that I hadn’t been fucked tonight the way I had expected to be. Stupid boy friend! I wonder if he had any idea how horny I was tonight and how badly I’d wanted him to fuck me? In any case, seeing my parents making love brought out all the horniness that had been building up in me during the course of the evening.

Suddenly the most astonishing realization struck me. It was as if in the blink of an eye something just clicked inside of me, like a switch that had laid dormant all my life but was suddenly turned on. I couldn't believe it. Oh my god, for the first time in my life I was feeling a genuine sexual attraction to my own parents! Sure there had been times I might get horny seeing my dad jerking his cock, especially when he would cum and spray all over himself but it was more that it reminded me of being laid by my boyfriend, not my dad jerking off. Masturbating with you mother is a great way to spend an evening, but it’s not like we even touched each other – or even mentioned it.

My mind churned as I started to think about how in recent years that my dad was getting an erection more and more often when he saw me nude or playing with myself, or at least he wasn’t hiding it as much as he use to. Until now I was appreciative (and a little amused) that he was turned on by me yet I knew deep down that it meant nothing more to him personally then when he would get horny from some anonymous slut in a dirty video. It couldn’t have been ME, his daughter, that he was getting hard thinking about, it was the “girl” he saw. In a way, I guess you could say I considered myself a facilitator, not a participant, of my dad’s sexual fantasies. That’s a LONG was from having sex with him!

Watching my parents making love for the first time in my life, I realized that what I was feeling now was something entirely new for me, something I’d never even fantasized about let alone hope would come true. It was a little unsettling even as for the first time in my life, I was being turned on by watching a cock that wasn't just some boyfriend or a boy making a move on me, it was my DAD’S cock that I was thinking about. It’s hard to describe my feelings then. It wasn't that knot I get in my stomach when I see a boy’s nice cock and I want it so bad I could scream. This was something I’d never experienced before. I wanted my dad to do the same thing to me that he was doing for my mother. Just as he was showing my mother his love to her as her husband, I wanted him to show his love for me as my father. I wanted to please him in the same way I cold tell that my mother was pleasing him. I wanted to be the best daughter I could possibly be for him, attending to his needs and desires as I knew only I could do. I wasn’t horny for my dad, not that way at all. I wanted to be closer to him, to share myself with him. I wanted the security of his love and respect for me, demonstrated to me in a way only a father can do for his daughter.

Of course, no matter how you view the emotional implications, in the end it was still SEX that I was thinking about, sex with my DAD. As much as I felt these new feelings in me, there was still a part of me that was shocked beyond words that I could even be thinking this way. Like, what kind of kinky, perverted girl would want to suck her own father’s cock? Even worse, at least so far as my sensibilities went, it wasn't just a blow job that I was thinking of giving him - I wanted to let him fuck me! Despite my rationalizations that this was a
mother-father thing, not just sex, I still couldn't help but feeling hot but yet there was this other side of me that was trying to tell me that such feelings were wrong. But yet the more I thought about it the more I had to ask, why? Just because he was my father didn't mean we couldn't share our most intimate feelings. So it was incest? So what?

My parents and I had discussed a lot things regarding sex as I grew up but incest was NEVER mentioned. It wasn’t like they didn't want to talk about it, the subject simply never came up. While my parents had never encouraged anything whatsoever regarding incest, at the same time I don’t remember them once ever coming right out and telling me that it was wrong either. You would think that if they considered it inherently wrong that they would have said something about it, just as they had about other things they didn’t think I should to do.

Sheesh, you can imagine how confused I was at this moment as I grappled with the conflicting feelings that were emerging, feelings that were so new to me yet so incredibly sharp, so overpoweringly strong, I was overwhelmed by them. A part of me was urging me to strip and join them in the hot tub but at the same time,
it scared the heck out of me to think about it. What would they say? Would it repulse them? Would they think I was some kind of pervert? So many things were going through my head that all I could do for the moment was stand there motionless, watch my naked parents below me as they made love.

The more I watched my mom and dad, the hornier I got. Like, who can watch two people they love and adore making love without getting turned on? With each thrust of my father’s cock into my mom’s cunt, I became more and more convinced that I wanted him to do that very same thing to me. As my body instinctively responded, a feeling of lust and desire arose in me that I’d never felt before, at least not in this way. All my life I’d loved my father and would do anything for him. Was this any different? Suddenly I began to understand more about why I was feeling the way I was. I realized that there was something I could give him the nobody else in the world could – his daughter! I always wanted to please my father but I couldn't help but wonder if he would accept the gift I wanted to give him.

As I stood there by the window, watching them intently, I began to play with myself. My right hand reached under my short skirt and moved aside the skimpy thong I was wearing. My fingers quickly found my swelling clit and then I pressed my middle finger between my cunt lips and up inside of me as I watched my father’s hard cock moving in and out of my mother’s hot hairy cunt. As my finger pushed inside of me, for the first time in my life I imagined it was my father’s cock as he entered me.

It didn't take long before I was so worked up it was all I could do to not run down there and join them! Eventually my dad came and I watched as he sprayed his cum all over my mom's face and hair as she stroked his cock with both hands. Using his cock like a squeegee, she wiped as much of it as she could into her mouth and gently sucked him some more as he softened. Oh my god - I came so hard when she did that! My legs felt week and I leaned against the wall to keep my balance as my orgasm swept through me.

All I could think about at that moment was my dad’s cock, how it would feel in me, how it would feel for him to erupt in me and pour his seed into my cunt - his own daughter’s cunt at that. What would it be like to have your own father fuck you? Would he even do it? Had he ever dreamed of fucking his own daughter? Would he want to cum inside of me?

Eventually they kissed passionately for the longest time after which they grabbed their towels and headed back towards the house. Damn, I couldn't let them know I’d seen them, let alone masturbated as I watched them! Good grief, what would they say if they knew their own daughter had just masturbated while dreaming of having sex with them!?

So much of our relationship was based on trust and mutual respect, especially in dealing with sexual matters, so how could I possibly explain my new feelings for them? Even worse, for my parents making love was something intimate that they had always kept as something special between the two of them and now I had violated that privacy. How could I ask them to trust me if they ever found out what I’d just done? I was no better than a Peeping Tom.

I was in a state of panic as I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them under the bed (where most of my dirty clothes seemed to end up anyway) and slipped under the covers. When they came upstairs to their bedroom, I heard the floorboard squeak outside my door and I knew that someone must be checking out my room. Even though the light in my bedroom was off, the hall light was more than enough for anyone to see that I was in bed.

M eyes were tightly shut as I pretended to be asleep but I could still imagine them looking at each other, wondering how long I’d been home and if I’d seen them. Acting as though they had just awakened me, I opened my eyes, blinking at the light and flashing what I hoped was an innocent smile. As it turned out, only my dad was standing there, silhouetted against the hallway light. He was still nude from being in the hot tub but his erection was long gone.

“So when did you get home baby?” he asked softly, “Kind of early, isn’t it.
Everything OK?”

I explained how the party had been a bust and that I’d just gotten home a few minutes ago. He looked at me and I wondered if he could see how flushed I remained from having just masturbated so hard. The light was probably too dim though and if he suspected anything he didn't certainly show it.

My dad stepped in my room and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Well, sleep tight baby,” he whispered.

“G’nite daddy.”

How many times had he done this in the past, hundreds? Thousands? Yet for the first time I was distinctly conscious of the fact he was nude and his cock was literally just inches away from my head. It was like being Adam and Eve in the garden, aware of their nudity for the first time when before that it wasn't even something they thought about.

I couldn't help but glance at his crotch and look at his cock hanging in there in the dim light. Had I really imagined sucking that very cock and him fucking me with it just a few minutes ago? It was like he had woken me from a dream and none of what had just happened was real. Yet I knew it WAS real and I looked away from him quickly, not sure of whether I should be looking at it that way or not.

If my dad noticed anything unusual about me he didn't make any indication of it before leaving to go to their bedroom. I just laid there and let out a long breath. Did he have any idea what I was thinking when I looked at his crotch? Thank goodness the lights were dim and he couldn't see how flushed I was.

As I replayed the events of the last hour or so I found the heat between my legs returning and before long I was going at it again. I dreamed that my father hadn’t left but instead of kissing me, he had taken his cock and rubbed it against my lips, demanding that I suck him.

I came again as imagined sucking my dad’s cock as he stood there by the side of my bed. I fell asleep with thoughts of being in the hot tub with them, of letting my dad fuck me as my mom watched and played with herself. Afterwards I dreamed that he told me what a good daughter I was and how much he loved me – and loved fucking me.


Chapter 3 – Debating Incest


The next morning I woke up and for a moment, I thought everything that had happened the night before was just an awesome dream. If anything, I felt guilty for having spied on my parents and even guiltier still for imaging those things with my dad. It wasn't fair of me to think that he would ever do such a thing to his daughter. What kind of father did I think he was that he would actually fuck his own daughter?

As I usually did in such circumstances, I prayed for a while, asking God for His guidance and forgiveness. When I finished praying, it suddenly became clear to me, as if God was already answering my prayer. The Bible says to honor you mother and father. Well, how much more could I honor my father than to submit myself to him? It would be almost like I was sacrificing myself for him except in this case it would be for his pleasure.

At first I was troubled by the adultery aspect. Regardless of what they may have done before marriage, once my parents took their wedding vows they had never had sex with anyone else (at least, that is what I thought at that time). Was fucking your daughter really the same as being with another woman? The more I thought about it the more I realized that it wasn't the same thing at all. For goodness sakes, I was his DAUGHTER, his own flesh and blood, not some outsider that he would lust for and then take in violation of his vows to his
wife. In fact, I slowly came to the realization that my dad DESERVED to fuck me, that as my father he even had the RIGHT to do so. Thus by withholding myself from him, as I had for so many years, a sign of disrespect on my part?

For the next few nights I continued to debate this with myself and in doing so, found myself rubbing my cunt constantly as I replayed over and over how my dad made love to my mom that night. I fantasized about having my dad doing those same things to me, dreaming about what might have happened if I had surprised
them by jumping in the hot tub while they were making love. Would they have let me join in and made it a family night?

The more I thought about it the more I realized how badly I wanted him to do to me what I watched him do to Mom. It may have been crazy but I wanted my own father to fuck me! I wanted to please him and show him how much I loved him by giving him the one thing he’d never had – sex with his daughter.

My thoughts about my father weren’t about being fucked for fun. To be honest, at nineteen with sex practically oozing from every pore of my body, I could get laid every night of the week by a different boy if that’s all what I wanted. Heck, ANY teenage girl can do that if she really WANTS it, no matter what she looks like. No, this was becoming more and more about pleasing my father, about honoring him, about fulfilling my obligations as his daughter, about my duties that I was becoming painfully aware that I’d failed to meet. The more I read my Bible and thought about it, the more guilty I felt as I soon realized I’d been withholding something from my dad that he DESERVED, something that as my father he had earned and thus had the right to possess in any way he wanted – ME.

It also dawned on me that while incest wasn’t something I’d ever discussed with my parents, it needed to be brought up now. In al fairness to my parents, I suppose we’d avoided it until now more because there was no reason to discuss it than making a conscious decision. Thus all I‘d ever heard about incest until now was from the news when some perverted father would rape or abuse his daughter. In truth, I had no idea how my parents felt about the subject. Was it something they’d avoided because they didn't believe in it? Would they be upset if they knew how I had been feeling lately?

Regardless of my fears and worries, by now I wanted more than anything to submit myself completely to him, to tell him that it was OK for me to take in whatever way he wanted. I fantasized about him whispering to me that he loved me so much that he wanted to show me in a special way, a way that only a father could with
his daughter. I dreamed of him taking me in his arms and pushing his hard cock deep inside of me. God, I wanted so badly for him to want to cum in me and give me his most intimate gift.

OK, I’m not a saint. To be 100% honest, it was more than just doing it for my dad. Deep down there was a part of me that wanted him to fuck me for my own pleasure as well. Watching him fuck my mom and seeing her cumming so hard I knew from the start that I wanted him to do the same to me as well! After all, I loved sex so why not?

Now that I was thinking about my parents in new ways, other thoughts and questions began to surface as well. Even though my parents had always kept sex to themselves and not tried in any way to force themselves on me, as I sat in class I found myself looking back at events in my life and wondering what was
REALLY on their minds during some of those times. Now I was curious and wondered if my dad had ever thought of ME when he masturbated. When I would play with myself in the family room while we watched a sexy movie, what was really turning him on more – me masturbating or the movie? Until now, I had always thought it was the movie but maybe it was more than that – or was it just wishful thinking on my part?

I remembered back to when I was barely eight years old and I’d seen him stroking himself in their bedroom for the first time. Of course I’d seen his cock plenty of times before but never like this. My mom caught me watching him (how do they always know what you’re doing anyway?) and she took me to my room where she explained to me what was happening with my dad. Later that night when we were all in the hot tub, my mom showed me how to hold and stroke his cock so I know what a man felt like. It surprised me when he came and some of it hit me on the face. I vaguely remembered them arguing then, as if my mom was upset with something he wanted to do. Now, eight years later, I wondered what he had wanted from me? neither of them had ever mentioned it again ever since so did he still think about me doing it that night?

As I said, I never touched him that way again in the eight years that had passed. Granted, I certainly saw his cock grow and erupt many times as I grew up – my dad, like most men, masturbated a LOT. Yet I never once thought he did it because of me even though I knew my dad sometimes looked at me a lot more intensely over the past couple of years as I began to grow in all the right places.

Actually I felt flattered that I was starting to look attractive and sexy enough to catch his my own dad’s eye. He WAS a guy and I was secretly thrilled every time I caught him giving me the once-over when he thought I wasn’t looking. He also looked at lots of other girls and he didn’t have sex with any of them so why would it be any different with me?

I think it’s important for people to know that my father NEVER made any overt move towards me in a sexual way as I was growing up (forgetting the hot tub incident). Even if he did get an erection when I was around, I assumed it was the pretty girl on TV he’d just watched. I’m not totally naïve though. Of course I knew it turned him on to secretly watch me having sex with a boyfriend in my room or watch me masturbate. Mom explained to me years ago when I first started maturing that my father was a man and like all men, there were parts of his body which he couldn’t control. Thus is it any wonder that I never suspected in the slightest way that he had been secretly lusting for me for years?

As I thought more and more about being with my dad I decided to see just how interested he really was in his little girl. I had to know if this was just all in my imagination, a product of my hopes and dreams, or something that was real and tangible. So many things could be taken either way.

Short of walking up to him and asking him outright to fuck me, I was facing a bit of a dilemma – or so I thought. It was sort of ironic that the very same trust and respect that made me feel open and secure sexually with my parents was now making it hard for me to hint to my dad what my real desires were! Like, if
most girls want to tease a man or seduce him, they can flash their bodies, let the guy see them masturbate, and so forth. Well, all that was just a normal day with me and my dad so what was there for me to do short of actually DOING something with him?


Chapter 4 – “Seducing” My Dad


Because of what I assumed were my father’s feelings toward me, I thought that I would have to “seduce him” somehow or otherwise talk him into doing anything more intimate with me. Growing up, I could see from the looks in their eyes that many fathers liked to look at young girls, even their own daughters. However, as far as I knew none of those dads fucked their daughters which left me worried as to whether or not my dad would want to or not. Would he be offended? What if in doing do it hurt our relationship which, although not sexual at the time, was still very close from an emotional perspective?

To be safe, rather than approach him directly I started flirting with my dad, trying to advertise that I was “available if he wanted me”. Now for most girls it would probably be pretty easy to get their dad’s attention. Not for me. If I was to come in the room naked, he would just tell me to go put something on. If I sat on his lap and rubbed my ass against him he would just accuse me of teasing him. Other girls could start masturbating and let their dad “catch” them, peaking his interest. My dad would just ignore me or at most, tell me to keep it down so he could hear the TV!

The shame was that what I didn't know was that I didn't have to worry about “convincing” him of anything. Unknown to me at the time, my dad had been lusting for me since the first time I held his cock in the hot tub back when I was eight. Another thing I was unaware of was that my dad had promised my mom that he would NOT do what her dad had done, force himself upon his daughter (both in his case) the first time. Even though in her case it eventually worked out for the best, she was adamant that it had to be MY decision, even if that meant it never happened.

My mom’s was not wrong very often, but this was one time I feel she overreacted. Her situation with her father had been a lot different. She wasn't even having sex yet when her dad had come into her bedroom when she was only eighteen and taken her virginity without even asking. Although she hadn’t resisted, at the
same time it wasn't something she had expected or was truly prepared for as her mother didn’t discuss sex with her. Well, my dad certainly didn't need to do anything like that with me, but he COULD have at least let me know how he felt. It was SO frustrated as I thought his apparent lack of interest in me sexually was genuine. Often I think back about how it would have been so much easier if he had just told me his true feelings so I could have offered myself to him as a daughter should to her father.

Oh well, the things we would change in the past if we could! However, with things as they were I found myself debating once again whether I shouldn’t just come right out and ask him. Boy, I could just imagine how THAT conversation would go…… “Hi daddy, wanna fuck me?” For the first time I sympathized with
some poor boy trying to work up the courage to ask a girl to a dance. Guys never turned me away so I’d never experienced such an intense fear of rejection. As much as I wanted my dad to do me, if he turned me down I think I would’ve been totally embarrassed and devastated.

The “problem” I was facing was that I was almost certain by now that he was turned on by me. The more I thought about it, the more I started to think that he was probably masturbating by fantasizing about me. Yeah, so that meant he was a normal male jerking off to the image of a teenage girl but did that really mean anything so far as me personally? My parents had taught me at an early age that fantasies were just that – fantasies. Anything goes so far as fantasies go so long as you understand where the line is between fantasy and reality. Therefore, even if my dad WAS jerking off while thinking about me, even if I DID turn him on when I masturbated in front of him, even if he did get off seeing me having sex, none of that necessarily meant that the fantasies he was having about me would ever translate into reality. I’m sure most fathers fantasize about their teenage daughters and don't ever have sex with them so why would my dad be any different?

There was something else that made me hesitate as well. The more I thought about it the more significant it seemed to me that as open about sex as my parents were, the one thing they had never discussed was incest. Actually, until now I hadn’t thought about it one way or the other. Was there a reason? Was this one thing that was out of bounds for discussion, even for my parents? Then again, was I reading too much into what they did NOT talk about? It was like some of the arguments I use to have at school where people would draw conclusions from what the Bible did NOT say. Even though it bothers me when people do that, here I was, doing the same thing regarding incest.

Maybe we didn't discuss incest because they never wanted me to misunderstand any of their actions to mean anything other than showing their care and concern of their daughter? If THAT was the case then was it right for me to be thinking and doing these things? What if they were offended by my new thoughts and feelings? I’d always been open with them and they’d always encouraged me to experiment but this would be REALLY new!

As the days went by, things got to the point where I almost gave up on the while idea until I remembered the times my parents and I would discuss the difference between being erotic and vulgar. They taught me that it was the mental side of sex that had as much impact on the results than anything. My mom once told me that it was the intentions and goals of each person that made more difference in how the sex was than anything physical. She pointed out that strippers have always known this which is why they just don’t strut out naked from the start – that it was the anticipation that turned on men more than anything else.

As all these different thoughts were mixing themselves up in my head, I realized that the answer for my dilemma was somehow linked to all of them. For me to appear before my father nude was NOT erotic, it was just me without any clothes on, no different than any other time. Somehow I had to find a way to make him see me not as just another naked teenage girl, but as his daughter who wanted nothing more than to please her father in whatever way he wanted her – and I mean WHATEVER way he wanted.

I was terribly excited at this “revelation” and so I decided to first experiment by trying a few more subtle moves and test his reactions before doing anything more forward. I even sorted through his porn collection and watched a few “Taboo” videos to get some ideas for how a girl could seduce her father. I’m not a big porno fan but some of those scenes were incredibly hot between the fathers and daughters. Of course they were all actors and the girls were whores, but as I mentioned before, it was the thoughts and emotions the scenes evoked that turned me on more than the actual images.

The next evening I went down to the family room where my father was watching TV, sitting in his favorite chair as usual. My mom was there as well, absorbed in some magazine, barely acknowledging my entrance. Walking over to my dad’s chair, I noticed he was wearing a pair of sweat pants but no shirt or socks. Without saying a word, I climbed on top of him and sat squarely on his lap. It wasn't all that unusual for me to do this although he sometimes teased me, groaning as if I was heavy and warning me that I wasn't such a little girl anymore. At the same time, he almost never told me to get off either.

Feeling a little self-conscious, I leaned against my dad with my arm around his neck and nuzzled my face into his shoulder and neck. Mmmmmm, he smelled so good! As I settled in, my growing boobs pressed against his bare chest through the thin cotton of the t-shirt I was wearing. Mmmmm, I was rewarded with the
feeling of something growing under me. It wasn’t anything new as his cock usually responded that way when I was on his lap but until now I’d never made a direct connection between his erections and any erotic thoughts about me. I’d previously assumed it was just a natural, uncontrollable and involuntary reaction caused by the pressure of my ass rubbing against his cock. That’s what my mom always told me anyway. Now as I felt him growing under me I wondered if maybe she’d been trying to hide from me the REAL reason it happened.

As usual I was wearing nothing underneath my t-shirt so when I sat in his lap like this it had a tendency to ride up and leave my butt bare pressing against his lap. In the past, I hadn’t thought much about how that might cause him to react. Actually, I never thought much about it at all. Now as I felt my bare ass pressing against the soft material of his sweat pants, I couldn't help but think about how there was nothing between his hardening cock and my cunt but a thin piece of cloth. His cock was pressing more and more firmly against me and it thrilled me as I realized that he was getting hard because of me!

My mom looked up from her magazine a few times and peered over her reading glasses to see what was going on. Actually, nothing was happening. Although my dad’s cock now felt like a hard pipe sticking up underneath me, neither of us made any indication that we were aware of it, or of how my boobs against him
might be making him feel. I guess from her perspective, it was no different than any other night. If she could read my mind she would know it was a LOT different for me!

The longer I sat on my dad’s lap, the hornier I could feel myself getting and I needed badly to rub my cunt. Now THAT was one thing I’d NEVER done before – masturbate while I sat on his lap. Playing with myself on the couch while my parents watched TV was one thing, but doing it on his lap was something else entirely. Sure there had been times when I was horny on his lap and had gotten off to relieve some tension, but it wasn't my DAD that was making me horny at the time, or not that I realized. Thus this was the first time in my life that I was horny as hell while sitting on his lap when I could say that HE was to blame for it!

Well, if there was ever an opportunity to be more erotic with my dad, this was it. Once again I couldn't help but sympathize with how a boy must feel when he is sitting next to me in a car or the theater, wanting to touch me but afraid to make that first move. Now it was me that wanted to make the first move, but working up the courage was not nearly as easy as when I had fantasized about it earlier in the day.

After about thirty minutes or so of debating, I was still too chicken to do anything but sit on his lap. My dad was starting to shift his weight around, a sign that I was indeed not as little a I use to be and starting to get heavy on his lap. I knew it wouldn't be long before he “suggested” I get off and let the blood return to his legs or some other silly comment. Usually that meant getting off and taking my place on the couch across the room. Time as running out and if I was going to make a move, I needed to do it soon.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to alert him but needing to focus and channel my sexual the energy. Here goes nothing! I took my left hand and reached down between my legs and cupped my warm cunt. Using my middle finger, I rubbed my clit slowly, causing a slight gasp to escape through my closed lips before I could stop it.

“Hmmmm, I think somebody’s a little extra horny tonight! Boyfriend not taking care of you lately?”

My dad didn't say it very loud but my mom heard it anyway and I saw her eyebrows raise just a smidge as she looked over and saw where my hand was. She didn't say anything but I noticed that she started looking over our way a lot more often.

“Oh daddy, you know better than that.... Well, maybe a little.”

My finger touched my clit and pressed down on it, sending a shiver through me which my father obviously could feel as tightly as I was pressed up tightly against him.

“Ummmmm, seems to me like it’s more than just a little, don’t you think?”

I opened my eyes and saw my dad was looking down where my hand was moving between my legs.

“You don’t mind, do you daddy?” I whispered in his ear, “I don’t want to bother you.”

My dad chuckled, “Don't worry, you’re not bothering me at all. Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, I guess.”

He didn't say anything more but his arm that had been resting on the armrest behind me moved and wrapped around me. His hand was on my bare upper thigh and for a brief moment my heart raced as I thought maybe he was going to move it further over and “help” me but he just rested it on my leg.

As I continued to masturbate, all I could think about was what my dad might be thinking. I’d never done anything so overtly sexual with him before. Sure it was just me touching myself, not as if I’d reached down and grabbed his erect cock. Even so, I’d never played with myself while he was touching me, even if it was innocent.

My cunt was soaking wet as I thought about what must be going through my dad’s mind at that moment. Was I turning him on? Did he have any idea why I was doing this now? Was he thinking about touching me, maybe even fucking me? His cock certainly wasn't getting any softer so something nasty must have been going on to keep his cock hard for so long!

“Um, Kate, don’t you think you should be doing that on the couch and not pestering your dad?”

Evidently my mom had figured things had gone far enough. Technically she was correct. It was just common courtesy. While I was brought up that masturbation was nothing to hide, at the same time it was STILL a personal thing and needed to be treated as such. I wondered if she had any idea WHY I was doing this? Was she just correcting my manners or was she trying to keep me from seducing her husband? Normally I could go to my mom and discuss anything but for the first time I felt uncomfortable bringing up the issue with her and so I’d not told her about any of my thoughts or concerns.

“It’s OK Mary, she’s not bothering me.” My dad said, trying to defend me but my mom would have none of it.

“Yeah, I bet! Kate, I said that’s enough!”

There’s no arguing with my mom in such circumstances. Reluctantly I pulled my hand from between my legs and gave my dad a peck on the cheek before working my way slowly off his lap, making sure I rubbed my ass against his cock as seductively as possible. Once I was off his lap, I saw his cock was raising his pants up like a circus tent pole. My mom noticed as well and the look she gave my dad would have shriveled the erections of most men but my dad just ignored her.

It was tempting to move over to the couch and finish myself off there but something told me I’d pushed things far enough for one night. Instead, I made my way to my room where it only took a few minutes of furious cunt play to make myself cum like a flood as I dreamed of my dad’s hard cock pressing against my bottom. God, it has only been an inch or so away from my cunt but yet it may as well have been a mile. What would it take to get it closer?

Later on I heard my parents coming up the stairs to go to bed. I felt a bit nervous, waiting for my mom to come in and give me her standard lecture on “inappropriate” behavior that she pulled out whenever she thought I’d stepped over the line. Surprisingly, neither of them made an appearance. Instead, I heard the door shut and it wasn't long before the sounds of their love making were coming through the thin wall that separated our rooms. Listening to my mom cry out as she came, I couldn't help but smile to myself. If anything, something told me my mom owed me one for getting my dad so horny!

The following evening my dad was sitting in the kitchen and I slowly walked by wearing a t-shirt that was so short that I couldn't even start to pretend it was even partially covering my bare bottom. As I walked by him, I wagged my teenage ass at him in a provocative manner. Well, I guess there's not much of any OTHER way to wag your butt when you come down to it. My dad responded by laughing and slapping my naked butt with the open palm of his hand, making a loud smacking sound. It sounded a lot worse than it felt but I wasn't going to let him know that.

“Daddy!” I exclaimed playfully, “That hurt! Don’t spank me!”

My dad laughed and put his hand on my hip to pull me closer to him. His other hand reached around to cup my naked ass. His open palm and fingers started to rub it in little circles in the same area where he had just smacked me..

“There, does it feel better now?” he asked, same as he did when I was a little girl when he would rub my knee after a fall.

“Daddy!” I giggled like a little girl, “Are you playing with my butt?”

It was really more of a statement than a question since it was obvious that was exactly what he WAS doing. Just then my mom walked in and her eyes glared at my dad.

“John! Just what do you think you’re doing?” she said in a sharp tone.

My dad looked a bit embarrassed but he still managed to give me on last squeeze before he took his hand off of me. I reached down and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Standing back up, I tossed my hair back and started to walk out but just before I was left the kitchen I turned back.

“It’s OK mom… I liked it!”

Oh my god! I put my hands to my mouth, not quite believing I’d actually said that out loud. Twirling around, I giggled and ran out before either of them could respond. I had no idea what they said to each other but I would’ve given about anything to eavesdrop just a little!

Back in my bedroom, I plopped on my bed face down and reached behind to touch my bottom. Thoughts of my dad’s hand rubbing me caused a warm feeling to run through me. I couldn’t recall him ever touching me quite that way before. Certainly I’d been spanked before – I wasn’t THAT good a child growing up! There were even times when he had patted me on the bottom for encouragement but never before had his hand lingered in quite this way and certainly he had never rubbed it before like he just had. Hmmmmm, maybe there was hope after all!

While my dad seemed to be responding the way I’d hoped, it was my mom that had me confused. Talk about mixed messages! On the one hand she would scold my dad and me when we got too playful, but than later she acted as if nothing had happened. Was she really offended by what I was doing or did she feel obligated to act like she was?

Over the next few days I became more and more blatant in the way I would rub up against my dad. What I found REALLY interesting was that as I became more aggressive he in turn started to be more open about looking at me, even grinning at times when I would wear some ridiculously skimpy outfit and parade around in front of him. One of my favorite outfits to wear around the house has always been a simple long t-shirt that’s not quite long enough to cover my ass – and that was when I was standing. Of course when I sat down or bent over it was instantly obvious I had no underwear on (not that I ever wore any at home).

Another of my favorite evening outfits was just as simple if not quite as blatantly revealing – one of my dad’s dress shirts. Sometimes I would steal one from his closet and then wear it for the evening. They were comfortable and I even took a few to college with me. He would grumble sometimes about it but I knew he was just teasing me. They hung loose on me and the tails would cover my ass and cunt from view but the sides were cut to show off my hips and legs. Now, though, I starting to run around without buttoning them and even though they were still so baggy that that they covered me most of the time, when I laid on my back on the couch or sat in his lap they would open up and expose me to him.

Things seemed to stall, though, until one morning I crossed the hall from the bathroom to my room after a shower just as my dad left their bedroom to go into the bathroom (an amazing coincidence if I say so myself). I pretended to slip on the hall carpet and fell into him so he had to grab me to keep me from hitting the floor. His hands felt so strong on my nude body and as he held me against him.

“Wow, you really ARE growing up, aren’t you.”

I didn't say a word but just pressed my small boobs against him and gave him a big hug. He had his arms around me and I noted that his hands slipped down until he was cradling my ass in them. His cock was pressed against my stomach and even thought it was flaccid, I could’ve sworn that I felt it stirring. We just held each other for a few more seconds until suddenly he turned to go into the bathroom. Somehow in that moment I felt like something had silently been conveyed between us. Was he signaling that he’d gotten my “messages” and that all I had to do was let him know so he could be sure? Had the moment I had been dreaming of, yet dreading at the same time, finally arrived?

I figured it was finally time to just make a more straightforward move and see what happened. For the rest of the day it seemed all I could think about was the upcoming evening and what I hoped would happen.

Finally evening arrived and my dad was back in the family room watching TV and reading the local newspaper. His LazyBoy was tilted back with the footrest up. This time he was wearing just a ragged pair of old college gym shorts. They were faded and full of holes and my mom had threatened numerous times to throw them out every time he wore them; but for whatever reason they were his favorites. My mom had left to go shopping about ten minutes earlier and knowing her, I figured she wouldn't be back for at least a few hours.

As soon as my mom had left I changed into a thin white cotton t-shirt. It was even shorter than even the version I normally wore which essentially left me walking around totally bottomless. Of course I was wearing nothing underneath so my trimmed cunt was on full display. Not only was the t-shirt way too short, it was also a few sizes too small such that it was stretched so tight it might as well have been painted on. Even my small boobs looked bigger than usual as they stretched out the material even further and my nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cotton cloth.

God! I was SO nervous yet at the same time unbelievably horny! My cunt throbbed as I took a deep breath and slowly walked down the stairs to the basement family room.

"Hey daddy! How are you feeling tonight?"

"Great Kate,” he replied automatically, not even looking up from the newspaper he was reading. Then he glanced up and I saw him do a double take as he saw what I was wearing.

“Damn Kate, hate to be the one to tell you this but I think you outgrew that t-shirt a couple of years ago!"

I gave him my sweetest little girl innocent look and pretended to pout

"Why, is there something wrong with it daddy? I can go change if you want me to."

It was all I could do to keep a straight face at how fast my dad shook his head.

"On no - don't bother. It’s OK I guess."

He tired to laugh to make it appear he didn’t care but at the same time I noticed he was looking at me in a way I hadn't quite seen before. If there is one thing every girl learns early, it’s how to interpret the way a guy looks at you. Rather than the usual “daddy look” (how else can I describe it?), it was more the way the boys look at me when they’re horny and want nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of me.

Whenever I was with my boyfriends I always got a thrill when I saw “the look” because I knew it meant I was going to be fucked before the night was over – if I let him. Still, I have to admit that it seemed a bit strange to have my own father look at me that way but yet I hoped that the outcome would be the same! I found myself getting turned on more by the minute which encouraged me to continue on with my plan.

Instead of going directly to his lap as I’d done the week before, I curled up on the family room couch which was on the opposite side of the room from his recliner and closer to the TV. I couldn't really see him while in this position but I knew he could see me clearly. My T-shirt rode half-way up my stomach as I tucked my legs under me which meant he was getting a great view of my bare ass!

We both watched TV for a while, neither of us saying anything and just pretending it was another typical evening. Now and then I would reposition myself as if to make myself more comfortable. Of course, each time I made sure he got a better view of my ass and what was becoming a wetter and wetter cunt.

I could feel my cunt beginning to throb as I thought of my own father watching me, looking at me and hopefully wanting me, maybe even lusting for me. It wasn’t like my dad had never seen my cunt before yet somehow there seemed to be a huge difference between he SEEING my cunt and LOOKING at it as he was now

In the past when we were nude together it was just part of the situation - usually in the tub or bathroom. There wasn’t anything sexual intended at those times unlike the current situation. It was one thing to discuss it but I was fast learning first hand what it meant to be erotic. Well, if intent was a factor in creating a sexual situation then I was certainly guilty!

My dad turned to one of the adult cable channels. There was a soft porn movie playing and although I’d never been a big porn fan I knew he enjoyed them and so I tolerated them. The really hard core ones turned me totally off so he usually didn’t watch them when I was around, although there have been a few that
were actually quite instructional!

As we watched I laid on my back and spread my legs wide apart as I started masturbating. God I was already so wet! I heard my dad’s chair rustle behind me and I had a good idea why without having to look back! In the past I would’ve thought it was the movie that was turning him on but now I wondered what was turning him on more – the movie or me? Well, there was only one way to find out for sure ……….

I stopped playing with myself and stood up, licking my cunt juices from my fingers. That in itself wasn't so odd but the way I looked at him while I did it was certainly new. I looked back and indeed, my dad’s rock-hard cock was sticking out from his shorts. He was stroking it with his hand and for a few minutes I just stood there watching him as he masturbated. The only difference was this time I knew it t was more than just my dad getting himself off. Plus, this time I stood there wondering what it tasted like and how it would feel inside of me!

Goose bumps rose up all over me as I was within an arm’s length of my dad’s erect cock and for the first time in my life I looked at it in much the way I looked at other men’s cocks – as a sexual organ I craved rather than just my dad’s cock. I almost leaned over to move his hand out of the way and substitute my own but I needed one final confirmation. Despite everything I still needed him to make a move towards me that meant he wanted me and wasn't just playing around with me.

“Hey dad, I’m going up to my room. I need to take care of something,” I said with a sly grin.

“Oh? Anything you need help with?” he quickly responded – maybe a little TOO quickly.

At any other day or time I would have thought he was asking about homework or such but now I wondered if he meant somethi