Subject: A Father's Lust
Story codes: Mg m-solo incest father daughter
Author: <name and address withheld by request>
Posted BY: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com?
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Summary
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How does one go about these things? When is the specific moment when it
dawns on family members? How did I get to the point where me and my ten
year-old daughter were succumbing to each other’s desires? When did her
urges take her to the point of necessary physical contact with me? For
that matter, when did mine?
No father just wakes up one day and decides to feel his young daughters
tits and make out with her as if she were deserving of such fatherly
attention. Similarly, no preteen girl wishes to suddenly start stroking
her dad’s cock uninhibited. The truth is that there would be that day,
though at the time we were to each other what we always were; loving
father and daughter. There were times when I thought how things might
have been different if certain events hadn't occurred.
In order to continue I need to mention the ones that had the greatest
impact...
#1 (a no-brainer)was the sudden loss of contact between us and also the
loss of a father’s affection, security and guidance all due to my
incarceration which only exasperated the negatives i.e. fear, abandonment
et al.
#2 could be the final blow in most families but luckily wasn't in ours,
was the divorce. Suddenly bad went to worse but it affected us in
different ways entirely. Seeing different men with her mother other than
me changed her views on family and relationships concerning me and other
women, that would be
#3. I became aware of my sex appeal almost from the first day of freedom.
I had never been propositioned and it led to a very intense blow job, the
likes of which will never be forgotten. I know for a fact that I had
prison to thank for my physique. Being in the greatest shape of my life
and being told how handsome I was by countless women, and then mix that
with Austin’s singles scene! Well I knew little when it came to women and
dating. After a lengthy marriage and prison life I didn't exactly burn up
the sheets. Then came Adrina...
I owe almost everything I know about sex to her. I take that back, I owe
everything to her when it comes to satisfying women sexually. Not to get
into too much detail but she broke me down and then so wickedly and
completely built me back up. Let me be clear on one thing I was never the
one to take myself seriously, even with all I had going for me I was
still the same inside. It actually benefited me because I was very
approachable and even shy to a degree, that women never felt pressured or
apprehensive. My appreciation of women started with my wife and the
sacrifices she made by giving birth to our children and continued with
all the other women who allowed me to practice what Adrina had preached.
#4 there could be another reason here but none that I felt had as much
impact - my daughter’s psyche. Not that her situation was unique but she
was a middle child, and there is validity to the complex but more so than
that she was not a planned pregnancy which never made one difference to
us only for the fact that other family mentioned it did it affect her.
And if that wasn't enough she had health issues growing up that dealt
with her vision and then compounded by an eating disorder at the age of
three. We sought professional help and she began to eat and grow
normally, began wearing corrective eye wear(patch) and then prescription
glasses! Man she was a sight and we joke about it now but back then my
heart had gone out to her and never came back. I love all my daughters
the same amount but I love them each differently. Knowing she was the
underdog she took on things a little differently and when it came to my
affection she never had to think twice about it. That is until I was
locked up.
So with all that factored in I knew that the last event #5 which I
believed would not have happened without the other four accumulatively.
Her tits. She was so happy that she was getting a bra that she wanted to
show them to me! Well I was nonplussed really. Didn't know how to react
and then I saw in her eyes the pure delight of showing her budding
breasts to her daddy and wanting to be loved the way it was before I
left, sought approval like the women she saw me with seek the same, and
as we fixed our eyes on each other it wasn’t so much her tits that had me
but the unmistakable pleading in her eyes that she didn’t want me to ever
leave her again ever. I was lost in those eyes of hers and have never
felt for anyone like I felt for her that day.
I sincerely told her how beautiful she and her boobies were and we hugged
and started laughing and shared a special moment together. Still it
wasn’t sexual to me at all to be honest it wouldn’t be until the last
night of their spring break stay before they went back with their mother.
A night that neither of us will ever forget.
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Spring break of ‘99 was going to be a blast. I made plans to go to the
lake with a girl I had met at a club the previous week. Working at a bar
and grill meant the staff was pretty much laid back and we knew how to
party. Even though I had only one day off a week. I intended to make the
most of it by fucking Patty and getting fucked up doing it! Shit I
couldn't wait. I always enjoyed bringing in new women to experiment with
and learn from as well. I came to find the differences among women
exciting. The exploratory nature involved while they lay there for my
advances sends me into a heightened state of arousal that allows me to
keenly pick up her sexual rhythms and intuitively answer with purposeful
and masterfully placed wet, soft kisses, nibbles, bites and caresses from
every part of my body upon hers. It begins to feed my drive soon my
tongue has all the answers to her pleading moans, whimpers and cries.
The place I am in at that time feels as if I am resonating from her
desires and lusts. It makes a sexual circuit between us and lasts until
she can no longer consume all that my sexually charged body has to give
and to be honest when the flow ebbs I feel light as air and am so
sensitized that I usually experience aftershocks when stroked or touched.
Then it becomes apparent that sparks do fly if you have the receptors to
conduct the energy from your partners sexual power. I can’t explain the
phenomenon of its occurrence but I truly believe that there are mysteries
of the body that we can’t fathom or have lost the ability over time to
draw upon them consciously. Sex had become more than the act itself to
me it was a happening that had endless opportunities, that is, if I knew
from the outset when choosing a partner which ones belied their inner
passion and fire enough for me to notice without wasting a good fuck on a
prude or whore.
As always my day off was either Sunday or Monday. We were too busy the
rest of the week for me to have any other choice. So Monday it was, and
no sooner had I reach for my phone to give Patty the news that I was
startled by knocking at my door. Not regular knocks either. which
immediately brought me back down to earth. They were the combined rapping
of my daughter's fists against the solid wood door and I knew right then
and there that my wife had kept her word.
It all came flooding back to me in rush; upon their last visit a couple
of weeks earlier. I had insisted that the girls spend spring break with
me. I knew my ex-wife wouldn't go for it and in a way I had banked on
just that so I over played my hand as it were and bet she would never
leave them with me based on my lifestyle and late nights at work but me
and the girls played it up any way pretending to beg her but since our
divorce she made it a point not to waver in her decisions, so the most we
got out of her was a we'll see.
Well I sure would, they stormed in as soon as the door opened and swarmed
me “Daddy we missed you” and I guess I belied my disappointment of my
dashed plans and my ex picked up on it “what you forgot didn't you?”
Noooooo, I tried to recover but too late so I had to sheepishly admit
that I figured they weren't coming and had made plans and soon the girls
deflation was too much to handle and expressed to them that no matter
what they were here to stay and everything else was secondary and soon we
were ourselves again.
Saying good bye to their mom I took the opportunity to tell Patty the
news. She had no clue I had children and surprised me by assuring me it
was cool and even suggested they might spend some time together with me
working late and all. So it was down to the house rules, well 1 bedroom
apartment rules, then how much of the week would be spent. Work posed a
bit of a problem wasn't sure I would feel comfortable leaving them alone
in the evenings but my oldest daughter Sandy who was 12 insisted that it
was her reasoning with her mother that made it possible to begin with so
I agreed.
“Who wants to go swimming” shouted Kathy the youngest at six years old
and in unison the rest of us shouted, “I DO, I DO!” and we all rushed to
change with me going first. I heard Karen and Nancy yelling and shouting
at each other but not in a fighting way. There was a teasing ring in
their boisterous carrying on. The girls were always a bit more rowdy away
from their mother and it was due to our relationship where I let them
have more latitude when it came to their behavior around me as long as
they obeyed me then I let them cut up.
"Hey you girls almost ready!” I shouted from inside my room.
Karen responded that her and Nancy were going to change after Kathy got
out of the restroom.
”Change in my room I'll be out right now,” I said.
"Ok," they said. As I opened he door they started carrying on again.
“Dad, Dad Nancy has something to show you,” blurted Karen as she was
imploring her younger sister to present what it was that they had been
fussing about.
”No stop it Karen, your trying to embarrass me.”
"That’s enough Sandy,” I said as I went past them heading into the
kitchen.
”There's nothing to be embarrassed about,” Karen shot back, ”and besides,
you said you wanted to show Daddy when you got here.”
”Nuh uh!" Nancy said defiantly.
"well whatever it is she doesn't have to show me if she doesn't want to,”
I interjected.
”Nancy has boobs now and mom said she would get her a bra but that they
were still ok without one for now!” shouted the older of the two.
I could see the shock on Nancy's face as Sandy triumphantly accomplished
her goal of making her little sister follow through on the dare. When
Sandy became placative towards her sister's pleas of no I said that there
was nothing to be ashamed of because every one of them were beautiful to
me no matter what.
“You see, dad's seen us naked plenty of times so what if yours are small
right now they will grow see like mine did,” and Sandy proceeded to lift
her shirt and expose her small mounds cupped in her equally small bra.
But that was like seeing an add in a store circular as far as I was
concerned.
”Yeah but you didn’t have to tell dad,“ Nancy stammered.
”Just show him, it's not like you're showing them to a stranger, it's dad
silly.“ Sandy nudged Nancy over to where I was and at that moment Sandy
popped out of the restroom and Sandy dashed in to change while Nancy
still unsure was retreating a bit towards my room and then Karen sticking
her head out prompted Nancy that if she didn’t then she would never trust
her sister ever again with their secrets or to keep up her end of future
dares.
Well that did it. A sister's bond goes deep and so reluctantly she began
to raise her blouse and Sandy shrieked to Nancy, “You don’t have boobies,
mom said so.”
"I do too," snapping back at the youngest, ”Look dad, you can see that I
do can't you?”
The moment seemed alien to me because my kids were just that. Until the
vision of Roxanne lifting her blouse and the nipples light brown against
her lighter still skin contrasted with her raven black hair that fell
just below her shoulders and mingled with the raised garment seemed to
separate her into different people and when I looked into those eyes even
with Karen snickering behind her and Sandy rolling on the ground.
I said, “Sandy change already and you Sandy get the towels!” As soon as
the went about their directives I went towards Nancy to sooth her
anxiety. She was wanting a real answer from me and the manner in which
she implored with her eyes convinced me of that fact and as became closer
I gazed upon my daughter's chest and admired how beautiful she was but in
a way in which pride in ones accomplishments evokes similar admirations.
Yet there was an underlying feeling that I couldn’t quite put my finger
on.
"Sweetie, you have lovely boobies and you will see that they will grow
every day just as you continue to do. Now put your suit on or do you want
to go out like that with you holding up your shirt for everyone to see!”
We hugged and laughed and swam that day and even Sandy gave her credit
for the guts she had.
To be continued?????