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By Kiarra
Perhaps it was my wife who kept me in check until she died, or perhaps her death triggered some latent urges, but then even I don’t know. I do remember the early years after we were married were happy, but after the birth of our daughter I did have some attraction that was, I believe, not entirely fatherly. When Anna was on my lap, or when I bathed her, I had some thoughts about how smooth her skin was, how innocent she was, and how I wanted to hug her and kiss her. Oh, it was all innocent then. Even my wife commented with approval on how close Anna and I were. At 14 years of age, it was too soon for Anna to lose her mother, and too soon for me to lose a wife.
A drunk driver took away my wife, my pride, and even for a time my will to live. If I didn’t have Anna, I wouldn’t be here to write this. She became my world. I worked to support her and give her whatever she needed or wanted, and we spent our free time together, reading, playing, eating and sleeping. Anna was a sound sleeper. If she fell asleep in the living room, I could carry her into the bedroom without her even waking up. Almost as soon as my wife died, we began to sleep in the same bed. It was so large, and so lonely, that I couldn’t see anything wrong if she wanted to sleep with me — and she did. Maybe she was afraid I would go away too, but for whatever reasons, she begged me to let her sleep with me.
I couldn’t refuse her anything, so she started to sleep with me, always on the side of the bed my wife had occupied when she was alive. Anna would cuddle, and we often slept with her back against mine. Out of modesty, I wore pajamas with her even though I was more accustomed to sleeping in the altogether. Anna’s gowns were shear and, if one were speaking of an older woman, “revealing.” Of course, Anna had nothing to reveal, so seeing through her gown meant seeing a budding chest and straight hips. One morning, I awoke with a start. I had been dreaming (I think) and I not only cuddled Anna, but my erect penis was sticking out of my pajamas and I had somehow inserted it between her thighs. In the twilight between sleep and wakefulness, I was humping my daughter! For several minutes, I just lay there, wide awake, trying to make sense of what was happening. Anna was still asleep and it was dark. I wanted relief so badly that for a moment I contemplated finishing. In fact, I had to struggle to avoid cumming. I slowly pulled my penis from between her thighs and lay on my back, hard as a rock. I watched Anna’s slow breathing as I pulled my pajama bottoms down and masturbated and soon shot a wad of cum onto my abdomen.
Just as the last drops were oozing out, Anna rolled over and lay her arm across my lower abdomen right in the middle of the puddle of cum, brushing my still erect cock. Before I could react, she pulled her arm back, rolled over onto her back, and rubbed her eyes and face with her hand that was covered with my cum. Fortunately, she did not get any cum into her eyes, but her face was smeared with my cum. I waited until her breathing resumed its slow pace, all the while looking in wonder at my cum on her face, and then carefully wiped her face with a sheet. Well, that about did it for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about that night. My thinking was probably screwed, but I was thinking that if I got my rocks off, and she was none the wiser, then no harm done.
The very next night, I decided to put this “theory” to the test. About three in the morning, while she was laying on her side with her back against my stomach, I deliberately inserted my erect phallus between her soft smooth thighs. She didn’t even stir as I thrust my cock with increasing vigor until I finally came. I made a mess of her gown, so I slipped it off of her, hoping she wouldn’t get upset at waking with only her silk panties still on. She slept soundly through the entire episode. “Daddy, where’s my top?” she asked when she finally awoke. “Um, you sort of drooled on it, so I took it off. I thought you might sleep better that way. Did you sleep ok?” I asked hoping she would buy the story. She stretched her arms above her head and said, “I slept great! I’m sorry I messed up my top.” I looked at her long blond hair and her arms above her head, her chest bare and smooth, and I couldn’t help but put my arm around her and kiss her on the cheek.
She looked like her mother in that brief moment — at least in the face. “It’s ok darling. Nothing to worry about.” Nudity was not a novelty. We — my wife and I — had never hidden our bodies from Anna. Even now I still washed Anna and dried her off, so it was no surprise when she ran from the bathroom into the bedroom and jumped in the bed naked the next night. “Aren’t you going to put on your gown?” I asked. “It’s still dirty,” she replied. “Only the top. Do you want your bottoms?” “Nope,” she replied. “I used to sleep with no clothes on with your mother.” “Why don’t you sleep that way now?” she asked innocently. I didn’t really have a good answer for that, so I asked her, “Would it bother you if I slept with no pajamas?” “‘Course not! ‘Specially if you used to sleep that way. Maybe you’ll sleep better.” I wondered at that remark. Did she know that I had been “restless”? Had she truly been asleep?
For the third night in a row, I held her body, now completely naked, against my now bare skin. If the sexual urges were strong before, they were unavoidable now. When I slipped my stiff cock between her soft thighs, there was a new sensation -her cunt lips rubbed against my cock. Oh, the exquisite sensation! Even though there was no penetration, I felt like I was really fucking her. In short order, I came, and then I held her like that for several minutes until my erection returned, and then I did it again. I was insatiable! The next night, she fell asleep while watching television. I carried her into the bedroom and undressed her. She was sound asleep, so I took a few liberties. I spread her legs and looked closely at her hairless cuntlips; parting them gently with my fingers I watched her face for any signs of arousal as I moved my face close to her cunt and licked between the soft smooth lips.
I then lifted her legs and held them up while I put my cock between her thighs and I started to move back and forth. The lubrication of my saliva made the feeling like fucking a moist vagina and I soon needed to cum. Rather than splattering her body with cum, I decided to cum into her cunt. That is, I wanted to cum to go into the cunt. I placed the head of my cock at the opening of her vagina, and her cunt lips separated to almost enclose the head entirely. I let her legs fall apart gently and began to stroke my cock. Soon, I began to squirt, and squirt, and squirt, all into her tight hole. Towards the end of my orgasm, her cunt was so full of cum that some of it overflowed onto the top of my shaft. When I pulled my cock away, my semen poured out of her cunt in a rivulet that ran between her butt cheeks and onto the bed.
I left her like that, oozing still more cum, while I went into the bathroom to get a towel. When I came back to the bed, Anna was awake! She appeared sleepy, but had a quizzical expression on her face. “What’s this stuff?” she asked. I walked closer and I saw her with her hand covered with slimy cum that she had pulled from between her legs. I got onto the bed and started to wipe her hand with the towel as I explained, “You had sort of an accident. It happens to girls sometimes when they are asleep.” I moved the towel to her lower abdomen and between her legs as I continued to wipe my semen from her cunt and the bed. Anna began to cry. “I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t…mean…to…” she sobbed. “Oh, honey! It’s ok! I promise! It’s all perfectly natural, and it doesn’t bother me at all,” I said as reassuringly as possible and cradled her head against my bare chest. “Oh no, daddy, I even got some on you!”
I followed her eyes and they were aimed directly at my cum covered cock. “Shit!” I thought. “How stupid can I be?” I wiped myself off and said, “Don’t worry honey. It’s perfectly harmless and I don’t mind a bit. Now let’s go to sleep.” I kissed the tears from her eyes and wiped the moisture with the towel (until I remembered what the towel had been used for) and then the sheets. I turned out the lights and got into bed. I noticed that Anna was sleeping further away than she ever had and I began to be concerned that I had blown my cover. “Is something wrong, honey?” I asked, hoping to literally keep her in the dark. “I made a mess. I’m afraid it might happen again,” she replied. I could tell she was telling the truth, so I moved closer to her. “Honey, it’s ok. To tell you the truth, it makes me happy. My little girl is growing up. And that’s all it means. Now give daddy a hug and let’s go to sleep. She turned over and wrapped her arms around my neck so suddenly that I rolled onto my back with her on top. She had one leg on either side of my stomach and her naked body was pressed tightly against mine. To her, I’m sure it was just an innocent hug, but to me, it was luscious. As we lay there in that embrace, my cock began to get hard until it reached her cunt. I couldn’t stop it from growing! I don’t know if she noticed my cock touching her cunt, but she soon sat up on my stomach and my cock was under her, between her butt cheeks.
She turned around and looked behind her and exclaimed, “Daddy! What happened to your penis?” She then raised up and moved back until her thighs rested on mine which left my rigid cock fully exposed to her gaze. “It gets like that sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything.” I was on my elbows looking at my erect cock, her watching it, and the spread cunt-lips just beyond my cock. It was clear my cock wasn’t going down anytime real soon. She tentatively reached for it and put her hand on it, and then around it, and lifted it slightly. It twitched (involuntarily -honest!) and she said, “Oh! Does it hurt?” “No, it doesn’t hurt at all. It’s just natural.” I don’t think she believed me. As I had taught her from her many bumps and scrapes, she scooted down my thighs a little further and then bent over and kissed it.
It twitched again and hit her in the face. She grabbed it with both hands and asked, “Where do I kiss it to make it better?” I couldn’t resist. “On the end, honey.” She hesitated only a moment (when she saw the drop of cum that was left over begin to ooze out) before she kissed it right on the end. As she lifted up, I briefly saw a viscous strand of my cum strung between my cock and her lips. It broke as she rose, leaving a drop on her lips which she licked off without another word. She sat there with both hands on my cock, staring at it intently, until she asked, “When is it going to get smaller?” I was thinking, “Not while you’re holding it like that!” but I said, “It’ll go back down before morning. Now let’s get some sleep, ok?” I practically had to pry her loose from my cock before she looked at me and said, “Good night, daddy.” “Good night, sweetheart,”
I replied and went to turn off the lights. That turned out to be along night. About every five minutes, she would reach behind her and feel to see if my cock had gone down. The anticipation kept it hard as a rock, however, and I was beginning to wonder myself if it would ever go down. Finally, she drifted off to sleep, and I did too. I suppose my cock finally deflated, but when I awoke, I was on my back with no covers on and Anna was sitting next to me staring at my cock. Wouldn’t you know it, I had a morning hardon. “Daddy, maybe you need to see a doctor,” she commented. “No, honey. I’m fine. Really! Wait here a while.” I jumped out of bed and into the shower — a cold one — and I deflated completely before I returned to the bedroom. Removing the towel around my waist, I showed her my cock again and said, “Now you can see that it’s ok.” She was seated on the edge of the bed and I went to kiss her on the head when I felt her hands close on my cock. The warmth was a shock, but the sensation was exquisitely pleasurable. When I raised back up, she was examining my cock with her hand around it. The sight of this naked girl, my own daughter, sitting with her legs spread on the edge of the bed, holding my cock was too much.
I began to get erect immediately, but I couldn’t pull away. My cock rose to its full glory and was pointing directly at her face. She leaned forward and kissed it on the head before she said, “It’s swollen again. Maybe you need another shower.” “Your mother used to make it go down,” I said somewhat wistfully. “What did she do?” asked Anna. “Well,” I started, realizing that I had opened a can of worms, “she, umm, rubbed it until it, umm…” Anna, with both hands on my rigid phallus, began to stroke it up and down. “Like this?” “Ohhh,” I groaned, “Yeah, like that.” Slowly and steadily, Anna continued to stroke my cock, watching it intently to see what would happen. I just stood there, barely able to keep my eyes focused, watching my daughter pulling and pushing with both hands, and I knew she was just trying to make me feel better. I could hardly stand, so I bent over and my daughter lay down on the bed pulling my cock onto her abdomen where she continued to stroke with both hands. I kept myself suspended over her with my arms on the bed. I was still standing on the floor, but I couldn’t help moving back and forth in sync with her rubbing motions. I pulled back until my cock head was at her pubis, then thrust forward until my cock was almost at her chest, repeating this motion until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I shot a stream of cum with my forward thrust that struck her on her chin and lips, then dribbled down onto her chest. More squirts followed, leaving a generous trail of semen from her pubis to her neck as I continued to thrust. When I finally stopped moving, Anna looked up into my eyes; seeking approval, perhaps asking for some explanation. I was ashamed for using my daughter like that. The combination of shame and sexual gratification caused my cock to rapidly shrink so that when I finally stood up, it was almost normal size. “It worked!” she exclaimed. “But what’s all this stuff?” Her hands were covered, her body and much of her face as well, with my semen. I had to give some kind of explanation. “When daddy, umm, feels really good, after, uh… Oh, honey, it’s just the stuff I make sometimes when I need to have a certain feeling. Like release. I can’t explain it, but it feels really, really good.” “Did I make you feel good?” she asked, absentmindedly rubbing my cum into her belly and chest as she lay on her back with her feet on the edge of the bed and her legs spread innocently. “Yes, honey, you did.” I went and got a towel and gently wiped her body clean.
As I was wiping, I said, “Remember I said that this was something for married people?” “Uh huh.” “That means that we shouldn’t have done that. It’s my fault, but we can’t tell anyone else what happened. Ok?” “Sure, daddy. I understand. I won’t tell anybody. Cross my heart.” In spite of my fears about being sexually attracted to my daughter, we continued to sleep nude. For several nights I avoided attempting to “relieve” myself, but the desire remained. Finally, one night, quite late, as I lay with her next to me, I yielded to the temptation. She was already next to me, lying with her back to my stomach. My erect cock began to press relentlessly against her buttocks until I pushed it between her thighs. I lay like that for a moment, but then the urge to hump overwhelmed me and I slowly moved back and forth. Then, I noticed the most remarkable thing. I felt the unmistakable movement of her body against my thrusts.
She was humping my cock! I thought maybe she was dreaming, or moving reflexively, so I slowed up a bit, but her thrusts matched mine perfectly. Then, with my cock sticking between her legs and poking out the other side, I felt her hand close around the shaft of my cock and begin to move back and forth opposite my movements, jacking me off. She didn’t say a word, but when I stopped moving, her thrusts and strokes took over. I raised up slightly and my impression was confirmed. In the dim light, I could see her hand around my cock and her hips were moving back and forth rhythmically. The realization that she was an active participant in this activity was a shock. I knew that she knew and she knew that I knew. I wrapped my arm around her, held her close to me, and continued my humping until finally I came in gushes. I raised up and my eyes met hers. “Feel better now, daddy?” I could only nod my head.
She raised her hand to her mouth and licked some of the semen before she wiped the rest on her pillow. She then turned to me and kissed my cheek. “Good night, daddy,” she said before she turned back over and went to sleep. I pulled my softening dick out from between her thighs and lay on my back for a moment as I tried to think. I felt her turn towards me and snuggle, so I put my arm around her and drifted off to sleep. The next morning we got dressed as though nothing had happened. I hoped that she might have forgotten, but I doubted that. My fears were confirmed that very evening. “Daddy?” she began as we were eating supper. “Yes darling.” “If shooting your stuff feels so good, why do you do it so late at night?” “What do you mean, darling?” “Why don’t you do it before you go to sleep? That way, you might sleep better.” My face was turning red with embarrassment as I tried to think of how to answer this.
Was she suggesting that I masturbate before coming to bed? That might not be such a bad idea. Maybe then I could keep my hands off of her. After supper, we watched television together. We lay back together on the recliner and she had her head on my chest. During a commercial, she reached down to my crotch and put her hand on my cock. She pushed around a little and then the show came on again. She left her hand there and, inevitably, I became erect. She was quick to notice that and, without any prodding or talk, she unzipped my trousers, undid my belt, pulled the elastic band of my underwear away from my body, and looked down at my cock. “It’s hard again,” she observed matter-of-factly. She struggled a short time reaching into my underwear and grasping my cock until she finally turned to me and said, “You’re going to have to pull your pants down. I can’t reach it good.” I lifted my bottom up and she and I worked together to pull my pants and underwear down.
My cock went “Sprong!!” when it faced the freedom of the open air and Anna giggled, but she soon returned to her businesslike and curiously authoritative voice. She lay next to me on the recliner with one hand on my cock and began to stroke it slowly. Perhaps it was awkward to hold her head up, but for whatever reason, she soon lay her head on my lower abdomen and watched my cock closely as she stroked it. I couldn’t focus on the television. This was just too intense. Part of me wanted her to take my cock into her mouth; part of me knew this whole thing was wrong; all of me was extremely stimulated and unable to think clearly. “Daddy,” she asked as she stroked, “what is this drop here?” I observed a drop of pre-cum and told her it was part of the liquid that I make when I am happy. “Your mother used to lick it off.” It was true, but of course it was unnecessary to say that.
Anna moved her face closer to my cock and licked the drop of pre-cum from the head, but instead of just one lick, she continued to lick it with each stroke and even briefly put the end of the head into her mouth before returning to licking and stroking. Well, at this point there was no holding back. I couldn’t even form the words to warn her about my impending orgasm, so in a brief span of time I started to ejaculate. I shot a stream into her mouth and part of it bounced off of her tongue and onto her face. She closed her mouth and the remainder splattered across her lips and cheeks before slowing down to an ooze. Anna sat up and looked at me with a curious expression on her cum splattered face: a mixture of bitter taste and surprise.
She was smacking her lips as though she was trying to decide whether to spit or swallow. “What’s the matter, darling?” I asked, although her expression said it all. “I got some stuff in my mouth.” “Your mother used to swallow all she could when I made the stuff.” Ok, I’m a jackass. But it was true. “Why? It tastes bad.” Such honesty is refreshing. “She knew it made me very happy.” Anna swallowed hard and looked at me sheepishly. “Did that make you happy?” I laughed at the sight because she was so damned cute, and I replied, “Yes, honey, it made me real happy. Thank you.” “Do I have to drink all of it?” she asked as she looked at the puddle of cum on my lower abdomen. “No, honey, you don’t. You don’t have to drink any of it if you don’t want to.” She seemed content that she had swallowed some of it, and she fetched a paper towel to clean the rest. We went to sleep that night and, as she had predicted, I slept like a log. When I awoke, I was unusually horny. It took a moment before I realized that Anna had uncovered me and apparently found an erection.
Her head was resting on my abdomen and her mouth was on the head of my phallus while her small hand was stroking vigorously. Only a few strokes later and I came into her mouth. When she rose, and I came to my senses, I asked her, “What did you do that for, honey?” “Your pee-pee was hard and swollen, and I fixed it.” I pulled her onto me and we hugged for a moment, our naked skin pressed against each other. When I got up, I had to hide my erection for fear that she would feel she had to “fix” it again. I was beginning to realize that she had developed an obsession about my health. I felt guilty that she had, in her own way, assumed this responsibility. Things had gone much further than I had ever intended, and MUCH further than they ever should have. With just a few words,
I could have ended the whole thing. But did I? All I had to do was look at her naked body, and I was hard as a rock. Since she had taken to walking around nude after her bath, I was almost always hard. And she was quick to notice. And quick to try and relieve my “condition.” One evening, lying in bed, she grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, but I interrupted her. “Honey, there is another way to make it go down.” “What’s that?” “Let me show you.” I picked her up and set her down on my penis facing me. “Now you just move back and forth and watch what happens.” She started to rock back and forth slowly, rubbing her cunt on my hard cock, as she watched closely to see if something would happen. She soon began to grind my cock and her eyes closed. Soon she shuddered and stopped for a moment. Her clitoris was engorged and protruded between her pink puffy cuntlips, but she soon resumed her motions. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Yeah, I just had a chill, sort of.” “Did it feel good?” “Yeah. Really good. Like if I was gonna pee, but it went from my pee-pee to my head.” I didn’t probe any more since I was beginning to enjoy her movements so much that I couldn’t speak, and soon I came in big squirts onto my lower abdomen. “It worked! I did it!” she exclaimed with evident pride in her accomplishment.
She fell forward and slid up my body, smearing the cum over her abdomen and cunt, until she could put her arms around my neck. She gave me a big kiss on the lips, perhaps more of a kiss than we had ever given each other. “Thank you, darling,” I said as we looked into each others eyes. We lay there like that, with her on my chest and my arms completely around her tiny body, until she drifted off to sleep. I gently lifted her up, and my cum had almost cemented us together. As she lay on her back, still asleep, I got a towel and wiped the cum from her stomach and cunt before cleaning myself off. Anna is a smart girl. It wasn’t long before she figured out that I was having erections in response to her actions. So she was both the cause and the “cure” for my hardons. Rather than refraining from whatever she might do to cause an erection, she made it into an art. She started by virtually attacking me when I wasn’t expecting to see her. She would unzip my pants, pull them down and start stroking my soft penis until it became hard.
Although she had begun to realize that the “swelling” of my penis was not pathological, she never left me hard. In fact, she became rather proficient at making me cum. I’ll never forget the first time she sat on my lap, facing away from me and leaning back, with my cock sticking out from between her legs. She grasped my cock with both hands and stroked me while at the same time moving her hips back and forth humping my cock until I spurted all over her abdomen and chest. If that sight wasn’t enough, what she said was a killer: She craned her head backwards to look into my eyes and asked, “Is this your love juice?” “Yes, I guess it is. I do love you.” She lay there, reclining on my stomach, and rubbed the cum into her skin like it was skin lotion. I noticed that she seemed to spend an unusual amount of time rubbing the “lotion” between her legs. My now soft cock started to harden again and began poking between her labia with increasing pressure. Her hands rubbed my cum into my cock too which only served to accentuate my erection. Soon, the pressure could no longer be ignored. “Daddy, your penis is pushing into me.” “Well, honey, I guess it wants to go inside.” She continued her idle rubbing, but she let the pressure build until it was slightly uncomfortable for me. I could imagine it was uncomfortable for her too. “When it goes inside, will that be sex?” “Where did you hear that?” I asked calmly, at least on the outside. “A girl told me. She said sex is when a man puts his Peenis in a woman’s verjinia.
So between my legs is my verjinia and your Peenis wants to go inside. That’s sex. Right?” “Yes, but a ‘woman’ has to be older so that the man’s penis will fit. My penis won’t fit into your ‘vagina’.” She pushed down on my cock until it was about to break before asking, “How old do I have to be?” Suddenly I felt fatherly: “You’re supposed to be married. That’s because sex makes babies. Your mother and I made you that way.” She sat up part way and looked at my cock straining at her vulva. “Does sex feel good?” “When it’s done right, there is no better feeling in the world.” “So momma made you feel real good, and you made me from that good feeling.” “Yes, I guess you could say that,” I replied wondering where this was leading. “If my ‘vergina’ was big enough, your Peenis could fit and we could have sex.” My cock was rock hard by now as my mind filled with the idea of fucking my daughter. I had ejaculated onto and into her cunt (without her knowing), but I had never really contemplated penetration. And here she wanted it! “I’ll tell you what. When your vagina is big enough to let my penis in, then we can have sex. Is that fair enough?” “Yeah, I guess so.” She seemed content with that answer and that was the end of it. Well, sort of.
The intimacy that Anna and I shared was not confined to the house. It was a part of our total relationship and it found expression in other places, although without the explicit sexuality. I remember once when I took Anna with me to meet a coworker at the airport. While we waited, Anna mostly sat on my lap, wiggling and squirming, hugging and kissing, until I became concerned that some of the people in the airport might suspect that she was a bit too friendly. When she finally settled down, she was straddling my lap with her arms around my neck and her head resting on my chest. One woman, who had been seated opposite us and saw the whole show, got up and walked over to where we were sitting. I thought she was going to say something about calling the cops, but instead she commented, “It’s so nice to see a girl and her father so close. You seem to have a wonderful relationship.” I was almost speechless, but I managed to say, “Since her mother passed away, we’ve been very close.
She’s a real handful, but I love her with all my heart.” Blah, blah, blah. This lady couldn’t even imagine that a girl that had been sexually intimate with her father would be “close” to him. I began to realize that overtly intimate behavior in public was acceptable between a father and daughter. I watched another father and daughter “team” as they waited, and I noticed that the girl, about 15 years old, would lay her head in her father’s lap, hug him for no reason, kiss him on the lips, and generally display intimacy that (given my new perspective) seemed to suggest sexual intimacy. Even in retrospect, I can’t say for sure if they were just “close” or if this was the public expression of private sexual behavior. My suspicions were confirmed when we went swimming at a public pool. Anna wasn’t just playing around, she was teasing me. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and pressed her body against mine, even deliberately rubbing herself against my hardon. Fortunately, I wore a loose pair of swim trunks so my hardon was not visible, but her little hands had no problem finding it. Even though we were in a public place, I couldn’t resist putting my hands around her little buttocks from time to time, or even between her legs. We received more positive comments there than at the airport! Hell, I began to wonder what would happen if she had pulled my cock out and started sucking on it. The old ladies probably would have said, “How cute!”
As Anna grew our relationship changed, sometimes for the better, sometimes not. Anna became more confident. She began to understand a little about what sex really is and this gave her a sense of power. Her obsession with my health (and the self-imposed obligation to make me ejaculate every time I had an erection to reduce the “swelling”) disappeared and was replaced with playfulness, love, and maybe a sense of duty. She acted “sexy” when she was feeling playful (quite effectively, I might add), but at other times she just wanted to be held closely, reassured that my love was unconditional and never-ending. She constantly asked questions about her mother; what she wore, how she acted, what we used to do (in bed and elsewhere). In subtle ways, she then seemed to emulate what she had heard. By the time she was older, Anna was a virtual carbon copy of her mother. There were some childish activities but she seemed to be more of an adult than any teenage girl I had ever met. One afternoon, I was watching television in the living room when I heard Anna call to me from the bedroom, “Daddy, come here! I want to show you something.” I walked into the bedroom expecting to see her trying on clothes, or reading, or playing some game, but what I saw shocked me deeply. Anna was laying on the bed naked, spread-eagled, with a dildo sticking out of her hairless cunt obscenely. My mouth dropped open, but I was speechless. “I did it!” she exclaimed as she proudly admired her work. “Where did you get that?” I asked.
I surely didn’t buy it for her, and I couldn’t imagine her buying it for herself. “It was in mommy’s bedside table.” Another surprise. Perhaps I didn’t know my deceased wife as well as I had thought. But my thoughts quickly returned to the present. “Anna, I don’t want to alarm you, but you may have hurt yourself. We might have to take you to the doctor.” Boy, I really wasn’t prepared for what she might tell a doctor, but. It also crossed my mind that if she was self destructive she might need to see a shrink. “It doesn’t hurt at all! Besides, I’ve been doing this for a long time. I just put it in a little at a time. Tonight, I finally got it in to the widest part. That’s what I wanted you to see. You said that if your penis could fit into my vagina then we could make love like you and mommy did. You promised!” Then I understood. She was demonstrating that she was ready, willing and able. She slowly removed the cone shaped dildo and, noticing my attention, she proceeded to put it into her mouth and move it in and out. She then put it at the opening of her vagina which, despite the recent presence of the dildo, looked too small to accommodate the enormous device. I watched in amazement as she inserted the dildo in one stroke, before she started moving it in and out slowly.
The tender skin of her vulva moved slightly in and out with the movement of the dildo. “See daddy? It fits!” I got onto the bed slowly and lay down on my stomach with my head between her legs for a better look at this phenomenon. There was no bleeding. Her hairless cunt-lips were stretched around the dildo like elastic bands, but the dildo seemed to slide in and out effortlessly. Her clitoris was clearly visible at the top and was somewhat engorged. I put my hand on her lower abdomen and I could feel the movement of the dildo. Anna started moving her hips, tilting them up and down as she inserted and removed the dildo. The effect was erotic beyond belief. I had seen enough. I was more than convinced that my phallus could fit and anxious to “try it out.” Anna must have been reading my mind because she removed the dildo and set it down at her side leaving her legs spread. She reached her arms out invitingly and I sat up and tore my clothes off. When I moved over her, her arms were still extended, legs spread, and the warmth of her skin was like an electric shock. I kissed her and she wrapped her arms around me tightly. Unfortunately, she was only about four and half feet tall, so my cock would not reach her cunt while my face was even with hers, but she wrapped her legs around my waist and started humping my lower abdomen. She loosened the grip of her legs and arms, letting them fall to her sides. “Now daddy,” she quietly urged me. I suspended myself above her and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her virginal (?) cunt and started to push. There was a slight pop as my cock head passed the opening, and then pure heaven.
I hadn’t had intercourse with a woman since my wife passed away, so I had almost forgotten the warmth, the smooth friction, the feeling of enclosure. I remained motionless for a moment, but I couldn’t resist the urge to move. I slowly began fucking my daughter, and her movements reciprocated my own. I looked down and saw that her head was lifted slightly, watching my cock slide in and out of her cunt. She lay her head on the bed again and looked into my eyes, and there was a smile on her face that encompassed pride, pleasure, satisfaction and love all at once. Not a moment after I looked into her eyes, I started to cum, and cum, and cum. I looked down at my cock and my semen was oozing out from around my cock with each thrust. I was cumming into my own daughter. The idea was erotic, illicit, and I knew that, if circumstances permitted, it would not be the last time. There was no such thing as a purely innocent activity. Everything we did seemed to have some overlay of sexuality.
Watching television, Anna would climb into my lap, I would become hard, and she would wrap her cunt around my cock. Riding bicycles, we would pull into a secluded wooded area and she would expose my cock and either masturbate me to orgasm or give me a blowjob. After one blowjob in particular, my cum was smeared on her face, and she rode back to the house with me leaving my cum on her face. There was only one thing that never crossed my mind. Some day it would all end; the only question was how. Anna grew older, as did I. I began to have visions of my daughter suing me in court and declaring herself an “incest survivor.” I thought about going to jail. Well, the end came not with a bang, but a whimper. Anna’s interests broadened, and her interest in “playing” flagged. Anna grew modest and began to sleep in her own room. “Do you mind?” she might ask, and I would always say no, of course not. My daughter was growing, maturing, and preparing to leave the nest. She’s married now with kids of her own and we never spoke of our earlier relationship. We are still friendly, and surprisingly she let’s me babysit her children. But that’s another story
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