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I had been up since just before seven o'clock this morning, beating my alarm clock by the usual two to three minutes. It was not something I planned but rather something that had just happened almost every day of my adult life. It didn't matter what time the alarm was set to go off; my internal alarm seemed to be set for minutes before. During my 24 years in the military, I had usually had to roll out of my rack by 5:00 or 5:30 but sometimes earlier than that, and my internal alarm failed me on only two occasions that I could remember, both of which occurred while I was taking medicine to battle a respiratory ailment.
I didn't need to be up this early, truth be known, but it had been so long that 7:00 a.m. seemed like a decadent time to sleep in. When my wife of 26 years had died two years ago of cervical cancer, my world as I knew it had come apart and I didn't know what to do with myself. Without any interest in continuing my service, I took a retirement package to try to get my life back together but it wasn't that easy.
I didn't really need money because my wife had been a financial wizard, not only for the clients she worked hard for to grow their investments but for us as a family because she took virtually all of our pay - her as an investment councilor and me as a career military man - and invested it. By the time she died, we were worth in the eight figures but it was too late then. The only person I wanted to spend it with was gone forever.
But then when the doorbell rang at 10:30 and Jennifer, my married 23 year old daughter, walked into my den like a small whirlwind, I thought that I was lucky to at least have her in my life. Jenny came over and hugged me, a real squeezer that would have embarrassed me if she had not been family. I felt her breasts press into my chest while other parts of her body brushed my crotch, stirring the sleeper that had not known companionship since Maureen died two years before.
Throwing her purse in the direction of the couch, Jenny said, "Daddy, I came across something on the internet last night and it really disturbed me. I wanted to ask if you would read it with me and let's discuss it so I can get your viewpoint."
"Sure, honey. What's it about?"
"Well... let's read it together instead of me trying to remember it, okay?"
"Okay, baby." We walked over to my computer in the corner of the den. I powered it up and then let Jenny sit at the keyboard.
As she found her site, she said, "This is a place where people post all kinds of stories. I got interested in reading some of them a few years ago and I go back every so often to read something new. They really... give me a pick up. Then I spotted this one last night after Evan had gone to sleep. It took me a while to read it and... and then I... well, I needed some help. I started to call you then but... oh, my gosh, daddy. Come read over my shoulder."
I lay in bed trying to turn my mind off so I could get to sleep, but not being successful. If I could have written life's script, this is not how it would go.
Here I was, a 51 year old man, finally having sold my self-made machine shop and its two patents for enough money to retire at an early age... and no wife to share my retirement with. Melissa, my college sweetheart and wife of fifteen years, had died of cancer when our daughters were 13 and 7 and I had raised them with the help of my mother, my two sisters, and some helpful neighbors.
Oh, I got lucky every once in a while, just long enough to empty my blue balls into some nice woman and repress my primal urges for another spell. But even though some of those matches repeated themselves from time to time with the same person, I never felt comfortable enough with any of the women to feel like replacing my wife. Somehow it just seemed like I was betraying her memory every time I bedded someone else. The result was that I was miserable whether I found someone to have sex with or not. So most of the time I went to bed with Mother Thumb and her four daughters, just getting past the most pressing need, and pushed back into the depths of my mind my interest in suckling a woman's soft breast or pressing myself into the smooth curves of a well-rounded ass or smelling the uniquely sweet scent of a woman's hair. I could not help myself. This sounded so much like me. My hands, resting on Jenny's shoulders, momentarily dug into her soft skin. There were so many things associated with being intimate with a woman... and I just couldn't bring myself to pursue another woman in search of those, at least not on a lasting basis like I would have written into my script for Melissa and me.
Now I lay here worried that our oldest daughter Faith was experiencing a similar kind of meltdown that I had. She had married during her last year of college, just as Melissa and I had, and had a seemingly loving marriage but then her husband Bradley had gotten into drugs and became abusive, refusing to accept any kind of treatment and Faith had finally packed her bags and moved back home with me yesterday. She had no job, didn't know what she could do, and didn't have any idea where to start.
Nor did I know how to help her, really. I knew I would be supportive and told her that she could have her old bedroom back for as long as she needed it. After all she was my flesh and blood. However with Hope, our youngest daughter, finishing her senior year at the university and contemplating marketing jobs in either Chicago or New York, I prayed that Faith would find something close to home. I wanted her to be independent but I also wanted the comfort of one or both of my children within easy visiting distance in my later years. It might even be nice to be a grandparent some day.
It hit me like a ton of bricks that I too wanted the comfort of my daughter Jenny being nearby and coming to visit often. She was a real comfort to me although it crossed my mind that I probably didn't actually tell her that often.
All these thoughts and others were churning through my mind and I found myself listening to the grandfather clock in the hall bonging twelve times and then later it emitted the half-hour sound and finally I heard the one o'clock chime. I was thinking about getting up and going down for a cup of coffee or something when I heard a rustle of cloth in the dark. My ears perked up and I listened to see if it came again. Instead I was startled when the bed shook slightly and Faith's whispered voice asked "Daddy? Are you awake?"
"Yes," I replied. "I haven't been able to get to sleep."
"Me neither," she said softly. I felt the bed jiggle as she pulled the sheet up and slid under it. "I need a hug, daddy."
I felt Jenny's hands cover mine, still resting on her shoulders as I read from behind her. Her fingers gave mine a little squeeze.
Before she could slide closer to me, I rolled to face her so the sheet would fall between us. I wasn't really anxious for her to learn that I was sleeping in the nude. However she came closer and her arms closed around my neck, pulling us close together.
I wrapped my arms around my little girl... and immediately thought that she was my little girl no longer. She was almost a mirror image of her mother, a big beautiful woman in her own right. Both mother and daughter carried a "few" extra pounds, both had developed large pendulous breasts, and both had broad round bottoms. I suddenly had to choke back a surge of emotion as Faith made me think of Melissa in so many ways.
I heard Jenny suck in her breath and felt a new tension in her body. She reached for the mouse to scroll another page and we read on.
I started to release her but she hung on and, if I could just keep my sexual urges repressed, I would admit that some of the world's cares seemed so much smaller when someone, anyone, cared enough to hug me. A hug gives the feeling that someone else cares about you, that they know what you are going though, that they are there to support you. Slowly, ever so slowly, tension fades from one's body and mind.
Except that, in my case, I was unsuccessful in repressing my sexual urges and, to my utter horror, I developed a raging hard-on that insistently pushed its way up between us and made itself known to my daughter. Even trying unobtrusively to move my bottom backward to keep it from being so obvious did not work. Instead Faith giggled and asked "Are you glad to see me, daddy?" as she moved toward me to keep our bodies tightly together.
"Sugar, are you sure you want to do this? Have you thought about what it means?"
"No," she replied. "What does it mean?"
"It would mean that we have committed incest. Sex between a father and daughter is frowned upon in society."
Jenny again squeezed my hands, harder this time as we came to the end of the window. Without a word, Jenny got up and pulled me around her chair, then gently pushed me down into it and sat on my legs. She turned back to the computer and scrolled to the next page.
Again she giggled. "Yeah, I know, daddy. But who is going to tell anyone? I'm not. I'm so horny I could fuck the bedpost and I can't think of anyone who would be better to me than my daddy. You will be nice to me, wont you?" she asked with double meaning dripping from the question.
I struggled with a reply but her hand found my turgid member and stroked from the tip until her palm covered my balls. She squeezed them gently and then her hand traveled up my length until it covered the sensitive head of my dick, spreading my slick pre-cum all over the head. Again she asked "You will be nice to me, wont you, daddy?"
Jenny didn't say anything but her hard/soft round bottom squirmed on my lap and I knew there was no way she could not be feeling my erection. I was embarrassed but electrified. I was ashamed but consumed with desire... for my married daughter.
I lost my inner battle. Leaning forward my mouth closed over hers in a long sensuous kiss and when I drew back to take a breath, I whispered "Yes, baby, I will be very nice to my sweet baby."
I couldn't help myself... I let out a groan as the meaning of the written words pierced my foggy brain. Jenny pulled my right hand over her shoulder to cup her left breast, through the soft cloth of her blouse.
I began to stroke her body lightly with my fingertips, wanting to explore her the way I used to explore Melissa's body, but Faith was too much in need to want foreplay. Pulling on my spear, she said "Please, daddy, do me now! I need you so bad! Please! Please!!"
I climbed over her and settled between her legs. She guided me into her hot steamy slit, gathering her own moisture on the head before pushing it down to her entrance. As I eased forward, she pulled her short see-through pajama top over her head and tossed it aside.
I sensed, rather than saw, the shape of her boobs, big globes that filled her chest and were so heavy they could not help but spread out, yet still formed two minor mountains on her chest... Using the little rays of light that penetrated the room, I spotted her left nipple and my right thumb began to caress it while my lips sought and found her right orb and sucked it into my mouth. I eased my bottom forward, feeling my spear penetrate her target but it took several attempts to lubricate my whole shaft so that our curly hair intermingled.
Coming to the end of the window, Jenny turned and whispered "That's what I want now, daddy."
It took all my willpower to say, "Honey, you don't want that, do you? You have a loving husband. You don't need your daddy."
"Yes, I do, daddy. You don't know how long I have wanted to make out with you. I need you so bad, daddy. I've thought about us doing this for years and I wanted to come to your bed so many times, you just can't imagine." She turned so her back was pressed against my chest, pulling both of my arms around her in a tight embrace and pulling my hands up to cup both of her titties at the same time. As she bent over to tweak the computer mouse to the next page, my cock flexed hard against the curves of my daughter's deliciously round bottom.
Her hands clasped the back of my head and held me tightly to her breast as she whispered, "Yessss, daddy, suck me hard. Oh, yesssssss, daddy. That feels so goooood!" I started moving my bottom back and forth, feeling a few inches of my member exploring the velvety depths of her fertile valley. She pulled her legs up until her heels were pressed into my buttocks and every time I pushed forward, her knees flexed, yanking me into her with force. I wanted to take it slow and let us both enjoy the experience, especially since it might be a one-time occurrence. But it was not to be, for both of us felt an urgent need and speed and force were the only way to minister to those needs.
I broke away from her wonderfully delicious breast in search of her lips. No sooner did our mouths touch than her tongue was frantically search the depths of my mouth, and I replied in kind. We both were on fire with lust, striving for every last ounce of liquid pleasure or the faintest erotic feeling we could derive from the other. My brain seemed to turn into a flaming sunset, consumed with the greedy desire of one too long without the pleasures of the flesh. Our bodies slammed together hard time after time, with the obscene slurping of two bodies wet with their own juices simply adding fuel to our fires.
Jenny's body undulated against mine and she cried "Oh, yes, daddy, please! I need you to fuck me, daddy, please tell me you'll fuck me." Her hands were roving impatiently over her hot body as if she had an urgent itch and she couldn't find the source of the irritation. "Oh, daddy, I need to feel your cock inside my pussy, daddy. Please fuck me, daddy, PLEASE!"
"Yes, baby girl, if that's what you want. You can tell that I want it too, honey."
Her hands practically ripped her clothes off and she tossed garments in every direction. Mine were next and when I was naked and her feverish hand cupped my balls, I knew I was already well past the point of no return... I was going to commit incest with my lovely little daughter even if there was a nagging little voice in the back of my mind that said we shouldn't do this.
Jenny pushed me back down onto the chair where my cock stood tall and proud. Then she straddled me and the chair, guided my spear into her hot steamy target and eased herself down on me. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as my entire length slowly disappeared into her sweet pussy. I couldn't ever remember experiencing anything that even rivaled the feeling of ecstasy she gave me... of course, I knew my wife had been as good but I had to admit that the memories of our couplings had begun to fade.
Jenny squirmed her bottom against the point where she was impaled and reached up to kiss me, the first open mouth kiss we had ever shared. She was so precious I couldn't begin to describe the feelings.
When we broke apart, Jenny said, "Daddy, you're going to need to read the rest of the story to me, okay?"
Then Faith threw her head backward and screamed "Oh, yessss, daddy, I'm cummmiiiinnnnnng! I'm cummmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg!!!" Her legs locked together around me, yanking me hard into her hot pussy and I felt the flow of her juices as they dripped down onto my scrotum.
As soon as she relaxed, I resumed my pace, slamming into her several more times before my balls contracted as if in a vacuum and then quickly commenced shooting my hot lava into her depths.
Jenny had already cum, just about the time I was reading that Faith had cum, and she crumpled against my chest. I started to rock back and forth to give us a little movement and found it giving me wonderful feelings while making it much harder to read the story. However when I read about her daddy filling her with his sperm, I felt such a surge in my balls that I knew I was not far behind. So for the next few minutes, instead of reading the story, I concentrated on fucking my sweet young daughter, Jenny.
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CHANGING SIDES by enduringshades "Hello, IT Support." "This is Miss Holden's Personal Assistant. Her computer is not working, can you send somebody up now please?" "Yes, of course. I'll be with you right away." I had only just joined Holdens, a family-run department store in a county town in one the country's more affluent areas. The store had survived financial crises, lockdowns and the onslaught of online shopping because the family owned the business and the building. They...
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Changing Channels- Tablet Interface It was my birthday, and I'd been dropping some pretty heavy hints that I'd like to get one of those new tablet computers. My girlfriend Bree met me for dinner and came present in hand. She gave me a kiss that was probably a little risqu? for the Olive Garden, and sat down at the table, all flushed. She handed me a box right away. "Open it, Toby," she said. I was willing to wait until after dinner, but she seemed insistent. Her whole manner was ...
The package arrived on Friday, and Chris found it inside his screen door. He was surprised when he opened it, for inside the nondescript box was a brand-new tablet PC. There was no instruction manual, nothing more than a power cord. Odd way to send one of these, he thought. The box had no manufacturer's name and there was no return address. He wondered if his new girlfriend Elena had ordered it. Elena had just gotten out of a messy relationship with another woman, and Chris...
Dear diary, Today was the best day of my life! I woke up late and had to skip breakfast so that I could catch the bus for school. It was going to be a long day. I had double math to start with, then chemistry, then French and finally swimming, SHIT, I had forgotten my Swimming kit. The day was going very slowly, the highlight came at break when one of my mates tripped over his own laces and crashed head first into a dustbin. Anyway that wasn't the best part of my day. It...
Introduction: this is my first story! please rate and leave comments! 12/6/2010 Dear diary, Today was the best day of my life! I woke up late and had to skip breakfast so that I could catch the bus for school. It was going to be a long day. I had double math to start with, then chemistry, then French and finally swimming, SHIT, I had forgotten my Swimming kit. The day was going very slowly, the highlight came at break when one of my mates tripped over his own laces and crashed head first...
"Come with me. I don't want to go by myself." I groaned. The last thing on Earth I wanted to do was go shopping with Sara. I hated shopping, especially with women. I don't know what part is more infuriating: that shopping as a past-time is boring as hell, or that while I'm bored out of my skull, she's having the time of her life. "It'll be fun." I was about to tell her, no way, there's a baseball game on TV or something, when she gave me The Look. She cocked her head slightly to...
As you go to enter the swimming pool entrance with your mates, You drop your change as you come up they are gone,Your new to the swimming pool and decide to pick a door,As you enter the door you walk round and find a load of men all in towels and chatting until they spot you and the room goes silent,With your small voice you say, "I take it this isn`t the girls changing room, can you point me into the direction of the door out of here",As your saying this you spot a couples guys without towels...
Group SexChapter Eight: The Little voice in her head Ella sighed happily as the warm shower water cascaded across her skin, running in little rivulets across her warm flesh. It was difficult for her to contain her excitement. Today was the day. Her screen test… Maybe it had been a mistake to have spent the night with Roger and Barry again. Perhaps she should have conserved her energy, considering what awaited her this afternoon. But she had energy to burn and her sexual needs were ramped up to such...
Diane Hollis was as good as her word. I was permitted to bathe Loretta/Mouse twice a month, The first and the final Friday. Giving her that first bath unleashed something in both of us. We both realized how much trust we had for each other. At lunch, the day following that first bath, Loretta’s eyes became huge and soft and the most luminous green I had ever seen them. ‘Oh Stanley, I felt every ounce of your love when you gave me that bath. Nothing mattered last night except the feel of your...
This is a true story. This happened when I was 15 years old, I was shopping with my parents and with my cousin. We were so bored and we were in a department store. We had to wait for our parents who were looking around the clothes section. Me and my cousin then decided to go near the womens changing rooms. It was the type where you could see in a gap at the side. I watched as the busy area was full of women. I saw one woman who was gorgeous, she was in her 30’s blonde and she was holding a...
It had already been a long and tiring day's shopping. Me and Tiffany had only been seeing each other a couple of months and I was keen to spend as much time with her as possible...but this was pushing it. The only consolation was how good she looked...she had dyed her hair black that morning and had recently had it cut into a bob; both of which really suited her. She was wearing a plain blue t-shirt under which her firm proud tits swelled temptingly and tight black leggings, both of which...
Quickie SexAfter a long day at work Nicola wasn't really looking forward to doing a week’s food shopping. However, after receiving a text from her other half, she had a good idea on how to make the trip a little more interesting! "Missed you this week baby, looking forward to seeing you soon x" Nicola spent the last few hours at her work reading erotic stories, which made her more impatient to see her older boyfriend, Andrew. He wasn't much taller than she was, but he was at least twice her size. Only...
VoyeurAs of late, I've been visiting the local gym in order to shed a few pounds, being the chubby lad that I am. After training for one or two hours, I decided to dip into the gym's Jacuzzi to relax and warm down. Now, obviously, I wasn't alone in the Jacuzzi, there was a couple who I could tell were fitness freaks, and an older man, around fifty, with a slight pot belly and grey hair.After making small talk with the other people in the Jacuzzi, I decided that I was going to head home and relax in...
This is a true story.This happened when I was 15 years old, I was shopping with my parents and with my cousin. We were so bored and we were in a department store. We had to wait for our parents who were looking around the clothes section.Me and my cousin then decided to go near the womens changing rooms. It was the type where you could see in a gap at the side. I watched as the busy area was full of women. I saw one woman who was gorgeous, she was in her 30's blonde and she was holding a...
Changing of the Guard Part 2 How do you explain to your mother and father why their son spontaneously morphed into their daughter while they were out? I tried to figure that out while Becca drove me home. I really hadn't figured it out when we pulled into the driveway. Fortunately, my parents weren't home so I'd have a few minutes to wash my face and change before they got home. At least I could look sort of like myself. "Are you sure you don't want me to hang out and help...
Changing Channels: Through the Looking Glass by Zouscha Sam went out to XXXXstatic Video early Friday morning. All the guys were jealous; they'd heard that the porn stars there were unbelievable. Lou told him not to take too long, and gave him a stern look. Arriving there, the door was answered by a guy, much to Sam's disappointment. No one else was around. He unloaded the equipment out of the truck, then picked up the items being returned. Checking through the list, he saw that he had...
Changing of the Guard By Maddie Valasek "Julian, you better get moving. You don't want to be late on your first day," Mom yelled out to me. "I'm just about ready," I answered as I finished tying my shoes. "What time is it anyway?" I asked. My alarm clock was still packed away in the moving truck that wouldn't make it to our new house until sometime that afternoon. "7:00, sweetheart. Classes start at 8:00. Remember, you have to stop by the office and give them you...
Changing Minds by TGBear "You are such a slut." It was an old argument now. I tried not to rise to the bait, no matter which "button" she pushed. "I can't believe you're actually going out dressed like that. It's obscene." I looked across our bedroom at her, my face expressing my inability to understand what was pissing her off so much. "Are you trying to get laid? No, that's not right. How many times are you going to get fucked tonight?" "One less that you want." I...
Chapter Two: The Audition Ella’s mobile phone buzzed once on the counter of her bathroom, making her jump a little as she stepped out from the shower. She grasped it excitedly, checking the text message as she wrapped the fluffy white towel around her body. Good luck, darling. Show Bruno how much you want this. See you soon. Marilyn x She had spoken to the gorgeous older woman she’d met in Dubai on a couple of occasions since she had returned to England. The blonde siren had been very...
Some comic characters mentioned in my stories could be the property of these respective comic book publishers, Marvel, DC, or Image. If they are being used, this a work of fictional parody. Here is a story suggested to me by a friend I've gained in Brazil named Rafael. It is another in my comic character related stories, with hopefully enough background at the beginning of the story to get you started if you aren't familiar with the characters. Positive and/or negative criticism is...
The Delivery I couldn't believe it. When I got home, there was a huge package sitting on my doorstep, addressed to me. It had come via FedEx, and whoever sent it must have paid a fortune. But, I wasn't expecting any package that I could recall, certainly not one this large. I tried looking at the box to see who'd sent it, but the return address was smudged and illegible. I had a feeling this wasn't meant for me. But it was looking like rain so I figured whatever it was, I'd better...