Subject: A Typical Night With My Dad
Story Codes: MF oral inc father daughter
Diary Date: May 16, 2004
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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People ask me a lot about what happens at home between me and my dad.
Most of the time I would say it's no different than at most homes between
a father and daughter. OK, there ARE of course a few exceptions at my
house...
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – A Few Words About Incest
Chapter 2 – At Home With My Dad
Chapter 1 – A Few Words About Incest
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It’s always seemed strange to me that the same people I chat with on-line
who have no problems with casual sex, cheating on their spouse,
threesomes (or more), even perverted stuff like sex with young kids and
animals, also think that I’m the perverted or twisted one simply because
I have sex with my parents.
It’s frustrating to me because so far as I am concerned incest is no
different than many things in life. Handled properly incest can lead to
truly wonderful and loving relationships. Unfortunately there are cruel
and perverted people who use incest to rationalize their own selfish
desires at the expense of their children’s well-being. I would NEVER
advocate child abuse of any kind, including pre-teen sex or ANY form of
non-consensual sex.
Most people seem to associate incest with eight year-old children and
such which is clearly wrong since at that age, the concept of consent
doesn’t even exist. But if a person enjoys sex, why does the mere fact
that they share DNA with someone disqualify that relationship? Hopefully
this article will show a different side of incest and help people to
realize how wonderful incest can be - under the right circumstances.
The first time I had sex was when I was fourteen with the sixteen year-
old brother of one of my best friends. Since then I’ve remained sexually
active, to put it mildly. While I don't mean to say that I’ve slept with
EVERY guy in school, most of my relationships include sex to some degree
or another, anything from playful petting to all-out fucking.
Most of the time I would say my sexual activities are on the tame side.
Most guys know that if they’re nice to me at all then they’re pretty much
assured of going home with a BJ on a first date. If things work out well
enough warrant a second date, I like letting them watch me masturbate.
When it comes to actual sex I’m a bit more picky. It’s not that I’m
worried about getting pregnant or anything like that (my mom put me on
the pill when I started having sex). For me it’s a fine line between
being known as the class slut versus a whore.
My parents have always been aware of my sexual activities as I’ve always
shared everything with them, especially my mother. My mom has always
been extremely supportive of me, such as making sure I was on birth
control from the start. While my parents never approached me directly
in a sexual way when I was younger, they were always very open about sex
in general with me. For example, nudity was not considered something to
be ashamed of and it wasn’t unusual for all of us to be in the hot tub
together naked.
Looking back, I think that while my mom and dad were open about sex, it
wasn't like it was something kinky or perverted. Indeed, they emphasized
to me that sex was something to be respected and to be held responsible
for. For instance, my parents taught me the difference between
pornography and erotic art, between being sensual and vulgar, between
making love and fucking. In other words, keeping sex fun without
crossing the line into perversion.
Looking back, I find it interesting that while they never had sex in
front of me when I was a child, it was always clear to me that they loved
each other emotionally AND physically. When they shut their bedroom
door, I knew it was a signal to me that they wanted to be alone as a man
and wife, as lovers, not that they were excluding me from anything.
Since my room was right next door to theirs with nothing but a thin wall
between us, sometimes I could hear them pretty clearly so it wasn't like
I didn't know what they were doing.
The truth is, rather than be put off at the thought of my parents having
sex, I actually felt more secure knowing that my parents were in deeply
love and that they could still enjoy being with each other so much rather
than fight all the time the way some of my friends’ parents did.
It’s always important for me to make sure that people understand that
nobody EVER forced or even asked me to do anything I didn't want to do.
My parents gave me the freedom to form my own opinions and make my own
decisions. While I know today that my mom had a sexual relationship with
her father that started when she was a teenage, one that she was secretly
wishing that I would have with my own father, until I made the first move
and eventually ASKED to have sex with my dad they did not reveal anything
they thought might pressure me to do anything I might regret later.
For another example, while I always knew that my mom and her sister were
very close, she never revealed that they had a sexual relationship that
started when they were barely teens; nor did I know about my dad's
involvement with his sister-in-law until after we started to have sex
together. It was only then that I was introduced to my Aunt Linda in a
whole new way.
Now that I’ve been fucking my parents and aunt for several years I can
say that if anything I love them more today than ever. I enjoy sex with
all of them but I must admit that I spend most of my time with my dad.
This summer we have even started a new morning tradition where he comes
to me in my bedroom before work for sex. I’ve awakened numerous times
feeling his hard cock entering my pussy, sometimes in my mouth. There
have been a few mornings when he would just watch me sleeping nude and
masturbate over me, finally cumming on my face or other parts of my body
so that when I woke up later I was greeted with his cum as a reminder of
his love and lust for me. Although I’ve never been much of a morning
person, this summer I’ve looked forward to mornings much more than I use
to!
Last year I started my first year of college and since I was several
hours away you could say that we had a bit of a drought between us. The
first week after I came home from school this summer I could tell my dad
missed me - he would fuck me twice a day sometimes!
So while I apologize for maybe repeating a lot of stuff I’ve said before,
I felt it was important to remind those who ARE familiar with my past as
well as introduce those who are reading about the first time about how I
got to where I am today before describing a typical night with my dad...
Chapter 2 – At Home With My Dad
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One night I was chatting with a guy who was trying to convince me to make
plans for how we could meet someday. I was getting really hot as we
discussed what we would do to each other. He even let me watch him
masturbate on his cam as he looked at my pics.
In the end he got nowhere - the same as the hundreds of omen before him.
He was mad at me, saying I was leading him on. It didn’t even phase me.
Why any guy would think that HE is going to be the way to change my mind
about meeting someone from on-line after I have turned down literally
hundreds before him is beyond me. They can't say I didn't warn them.
While I’ve found that chatting and watching guys on cam is great, nothing
beats the real thing. One night I was feeling so horny after chatting
that I needed desperately to release the tension building up in me and I
knew masturbation just wasn't going to cut it. Fortunately I knew
someone who was always willing to help me out in cases like this!
Our house is two stories with a basement. Like most homes in Pittsburgh,
ours is on a hill such that the first floor at ground level and the
driveway slopes down to the garage which is level with the basement.
There is a deck built on top of the garage, which you get to from the
kitchen on the first floor. Our bedrooms are on the second floor with
mine at the rear, which lets me overlook the deck and hot tub.
We also have a family room in the basement where we watch TV. After I
went off-line I stripped off my clothes and headed for the basement.
Passing my parent's bedroom, I saw it was empty. I knew my dad had been
watching TV but until then I wasn't sure about my mom. I quietly went
down the basement stairs and saw that both of them had fallen asleep in
their Lazy Boys with the TV still blaring. This is quite typical for mom
and dad - sometimes they don't wake up and come to bed until two or three
o’clock in the morning.
Silently I walked over to the side of my dad's chair and looked down at
him, trying to decide what to do next, if anything. He was wearing his
favorite sweat pants, which were baggy and loose on him. I knew at night
he didn't wear underwear so the only thing between me and his cock were
those damn sweat pants.
My dad was sound asleep so I decided not to wake him but rather see what
I could get away with while he slept. I gently reached down with both
hands and grabbed the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down far
enough to expose his hairy crotch. My dad doesn't shave or trim his
pubic hair which is a great turn-on for me as I love to run my hands
through it when I reach down his pants and feel it brush against my face
when I give him a blowjob. His poor cock was all limp and I found myself
licking my lips as I anticipated changing that condition.
Then I looked over at my mom and saw she was still sound asleep. She was
wearing plain white cotton panties and a Steelers t-shirt and looked so
peaceful and pretty. I’ve never been able to convince her to not wear
panties around the house.
Making sure to keep quiet so she wouldn't wake up I knelt down and
grabbed my dad's cock gently with my hand. Then I leaned over and took
him in my mouth. Mmmmmmm, his dick was so warm and soft! Running my
tongue around it, I dropped him out of my mouth and instead licked it in
circles around the smooth head. While I started sucking his cock again
slowly, I used one hand to gently play with his balls. My dad stirred
slightly a few times, especially when I had his whole cock in my mouth,
but somehow he remained asleep.
I could feel his cock beginning to grow and stiffen in my mouth. God I
love it when that happens! No matter how many times I suck a cock I’ve
never stopped being fascinated as it goes from being soft and limp to
long, thick and hard. Being able to feel it do that while it’s in my
mouth is such an incredible sensation, almost exhilarating! With my free
hand I reached between my legs and started rubbing myself. Damn, I was
already wet with desire so it was easy to slip my finger inside my warm
pussy.
By now my dad's cock was hardening and growing longer to where it became
harder to take all of him in my mouth but I still was able to take it.
Eventually it got to where I could feel the head of cock just against the
back of my throat.
Suddenly he stirred again and his eyes barely opened. He squinted down
at me and then his eyes widened as he saw what his only daughter was
doing to his dick. I didn't want to let his cock out of my mouth so I
released his balls and pointed towards my mom. Dad looked over and saw
his wife sleeping. Then he looked back to see his naked nineteen year-
old daughter bending over his crotch, sucking his now rock-hard cock with
one hand between her legs masturbating. I can imagine it was a sight
most fathers have only dreamed of ever witnessing.
A huge grin appeared on his face as he softly said to me, "Oh God Kelly,
you are absolutely the most fantastic daughter a father could ever ask
for! Oh yeah... I just love it when you suck my dick like that.”
He paused, allowing me to suck him a little more before he said anything
else. Finally he sighed and told me, “OK, now get up here on my lap –
daddy needs to fuck his little girl."
There was something in the way he said that which caused my heart to
swell. He didn’t say he WANTED to fuck me. No.... he said he NEEDED to
fuck me. I knew it was a deliberate choice of words on his part. It was
one reason why I loved giving myself to him this way so much. As his
daughter, I delighted in being able to help my dad when he NEEDED his
cock suck, when he NEEDED to fuck a girl. Of course he WANTED to fuck
me, every boy I went out with did. No my dad needed to fuck his daughter
and it gave me great happiness to know I could satisfy those needs.
My original plan was simply to start sucking his cock while he was
sleeping and then he would wake up just in time to feel himself cumming
in my mouth. Oh well, so much for THAT plan. Like, how could I ignore
my dad's need to fuck me? I certainly wouldn't be much of a daughter if
I did something like that!
My dad had been fucking me now for almost three years and I took great
pride that in all that time, I had never once refused him. Sure there
were times when I wasn't in the mood or had something else that I needed
to do, but what could be more important than submitting to my father –
the way every girl should.
My heart was racing as I got up on the chair and straddled him, facing
him as I sat down such that our crotches met. I could feel his hard cock
pressing against my wet pussy. When I moved my hips forward and back,
his cock would rub up against me, hopefully making him feel almost like I
was stroking it for him. I was becoming more and more horny by the
second. God I wanted his dick in me so bad right then! He may have been
my father but he was also a man, a man with a hard cock, a dick I wanted
inside of me!
"Oh daddy," I whispered, "Your daughter needs her daddy's cock in her.
Please fuck me daddy... show me how much you love me daddy.”
Indeed, it was no longer just me satisfying his needs. I now needed it
just as badly. My passion had gone beyond just a daughter trying to
please her father, I wanted him to fuck me like I wanted any man to fuck
me. I wanted to feel his dick penetrating me, stroking gin and out of
me, then cumming deep in side of my starving pussy.
A loud moan escaped my lips as my emotions started to overwhelm me. Oh
how I wanted my father’s cock inside me. I wanted my body to be joined
with his. I wanted to show him what a wonderful daughter I could be for
him. I wanted him to show me how much he loved me, how much he wanted
me, how much he NEEDED. I craved his approval. What better validation
of my sexuality can there be than to know even my own father lusts for me
enough to actually fuck me? After all, how many dads fuck their
daughters? How many show their daughters how they really feel about them,
how much they respect them and want to show them in such an unmistakable
way?
“Oh god Kelly, yes. Yes... I want to fuck you so bad. You’re so
beautiful... so sexy. You're the most wonderful daughter a father could
ask for. Here baby... take me inside of you now.”
With that I raised up a bit and reached between my legs to grab his cock
and guide him into me as I slowly lowered myself back down. Oh wow, how
can I describe the incredible sensation I feel whenever a stiff cock
enters my wet pussy for the first time? I love the feeling as the head
parts my pussy lips, seeing myself open up to accept it.
In this case, knowing that it is my own father’s cock that was I was
feeling made it all the more erotic for me. I love him to pause for a
few moments when the head is inside just enough to part my pussy lips
before it tries to press farther inside of me. Then I like to twist my
hips back and forth as his cock slowly corkscrews into me. Then, when
his entire dick is in me, I love it when he just hold it still, letting
me feel it throbbing inside of me.
I leaned forward to let my dad suck my nipples as I slowly lowered myself
down onto his lap, watched as his cock disappear inch by inch inside of
me. Finally he was completely enveloped by my pussy and my bare crotch
was pushing against the hairy base of his incestuous cock. I could feel
his hot incestuous dick as it filled my pussy, feel it throbbing deep
inside of me.
My hips worked in a circular motion to move him around inside of me
without actually coming out of me. I had to be careful because the chair
would squeak and I thought more than once that mom was going to wake up.
Not that I didn't want her to see us, I just didn't want to wake her up
when she was sleeping so soundly.
Taking a deep breath, I started to ride his cock, letting him out of me
until just the tip of his dick was barely in me and then slamming myself
down to drive him as deep inside of me as I could. Oh God it felt crazy
good! My hair was falling down on his face as he took each of my nipples
and as much of each boob as he could into his mouth. His hands each
grabbed one of my butt cheeks as he squeezed my ass.
Feeling wonderful, I looked down and he winked and glanced towards mom.
When I looked over I realized what he meant as she was now awake. Mom
had turned on her side and was watching us, a coy smile coming to her
face when she saw that I knew she was watching. Other than that she just
laid there but she never took her eyes off of us as she watched her
adoring husband fuck her teenage daughter. She had told me many times
that she was never jealous seeing him doing me. Her confidence came from
the security of knowing his love for her as his wife. She realized that
I was just satisfying his needs. We weren’t lovers by any stretch of the
imagination and being his daughter it was incest so he wasn’t cheating on
her. Still, I came almost instantly when I saw her watching and my dad
moaned as he felt my pussy contract and grip his cock while my cum flow
around him. My whole body tingled as wave after wave of pleasure poured
over my entire body.
With the onset of my orgasm, Dad's breathing started to quicken and even
with the waves of pleasure washing over me I could feel him thrusting
faster and harder into me. I knew what this meant and he soon confirmed
it.
"Oh Kelly baby, I’m going to cum now... Oh yeah baby, I’m going to cum
inside my little girl's hot pussy! You ready for daddy to fill you up?"
"Yes Daddy!! Cum for me daddy!!” I cried. Indeed, I really did want him
to fill my pussy with his cum. Even more, I wanted my mom to watch, to
see yet again the proof of how much he loved me. It wasn't the same type
of love he reserved for her, but it was still something special,
something only a father can give to his daughter.
My voice begging for him to cum in me was enough to tip him over the
edge. His hips thrust upwards as he shoved his cock even deeper into me.
Then I felt his cock spasm as load after load of incestuous cum squirted
into my pussy. Each time it was like a small heat explosion deep inside
of me. I came yet again as his final burst of cum exploded into me.
“Yes Kelly, that's it. Squeeze my cum out of my cock with your pussy.
God I love the feel of you around my cock!”
He must have been especially horny that night because I could hardly
believe how much cum he had just pumped into me. I looked down and
could see some of it already draining from my pussy down to the base of
his cock. I reached down and dipped my finger into it and then licked it
from my finger. Mmmmmmm, it tasted so good mixed in with my own cum!
Dad put his arms around me and pulled me tight to his chest, squeezing my
boobs against him. I looked over and saw my mom had a big grin on her
face as she watched her husband and daughter hugging, his cock still
buried inside of me. She’d told me before that she loved seeing us
together like that as much as anything, resting in each other’s arms
while we remained literally joined together. She said that it reminded
her of the times she’d been fucked by her own father before he died. My
mom was pleased to no end that I could have the same joy and feelings of
love that she was able to share with her dad.
After he came, I stayed on my dad for several minutes, feeling his cock
spasm now and then as a final few bits of cum oozed into me. Finally we
kissed, a long passionate kiss, letting our tongues explore each other's
mouth as I pressed my face and lips hard against his. I wanted him to
know how much I loved what he had just done to me, how badly I wanted to
give myself to him in every way that I could, to show him how much I
Appreciated everything he did for me.
We kissed for what seemed to be forever, all the while his cock was still
in me, reminding me with an occasional throb that we were still together,
joined physically in as intimate a manner as two people can be, in a way
that very few fathers and their daughters ever get to experience.
Finally our lips parted and I gazed into his eyes and smiled.
“Daddy... did you miss doing this while I was at school? Did you miss
fucking me every day?”
"Of course Kelly! In fact, I would sit right here every night dreaming
that you were here doing exactly what you just did to me. It’s the most
incredible feeling to have my own daughter with me in this way."
Feeling loved, I just smiled and climbed off of him. Looking down at his
now softened cock, I thought about how it had big and hard it had been
only a few minutes before, how it had just been buried deep inside of me
and imagined how it must have looked in my pussy as it was shooting cum
into me.
I was tempted to start over again but it was getting late so I walked
away, feeling his cum dripping out of me onto the floor. Back in my
bedroom, I climbed into my bed and soon fell asleep, feeling so
wonderful, so complete, so totally loved.
In closing, I just want to say how can anyone even dare to say that what
my dad and I do is wrong! If somehow every girl could have the same
relationship with her family, especially her father, I think the world
would be a better place.
In my heart I will always want to show my dad how much I love him and
appreciate him and what better way than to give myself entirely to him?
What more can I give him that could be more intimate and personal?
No matter how old I get, married, kids, sex or not, I know that will
always be my daddy’s little girl and he will always be my daddy.
THE END