What a wonderful day! I thought to myself as I relaxed on the recliner by the pool, beer in hand, and my beautiful wife at the table next to me. Our daughter, Beth, came up the ladder from the pool. She walked over to me, leaned over, and laughingly dripped cold water on me as she snatched my towel away. She trotted her teenage ass into the house, laughing the entire way.
“You know that she wants to fuck you, right?”
Being the typical oblivious husband, I was just a tad confused by my wife’s question. “Who wants to what?”
“Your daughter wants to fuck you, dear.”
You could have knocked me off my favorite lounge chair with a pool noodle. “What the hell, honey!”
“It’s true, so you might as well get used to it.”
I was totally flabbergasted! And confused. Flabbergasted and confused. And aroused. NO! Definitely not aroused. Just the other stuff, but not aroused. A father doesn’t think of his daughter that way. Fathers protect daughters from guys that want to fuck them. They don’t do the fucking. Even if the daughter is eighteen and has a beautiful ripe young body that looks so very touchable, lickable, and fuckable. I felt the swelling begin in my swim trunks. My guilt wasn’t nearly strong enough to fight off the image of my daughter.
My amazing wife Sara smiled at me. “I can see from the swelling in your trunks that you like the idea. You’re letting your role as Dad make you feel guilty about it.
“Do yourself a favor and put away your Dad hat. You don’t need it anymore. Your little girl is an adult now. Just be careful with her.”
Okay, now my flabbergast was flabbergasted. “You actually think that I would have sex with Beth, my own daughter?”
“I expect that our daughter is going to seduce you, and when she does, you need to be the best lover you can be.”
Well, that clarified everything. “I find it hard to believe that you would condone my screwing another woman, let alone our own daughter.”
She smiled mischievously. “You would be surprised what I would not only condone but also encourage.”
I walked away that afternoon still not sure if my wife was just fucking with my head or if there was some truth to what she was saying. I couldn’t quite convince myself that this wasn’t some elaborate trap designed by a woman so that a man could make an utter fool out of himself. Not that I needed a lot of help in that regard. My obliviousness is legendary.
Still, I had to get my head around my attraction to my daughter. Was it even remotely acceptable for a father to be sexually attracted to his progeny? It was a moral dilemma that I wrestled with. Not to mention the whole cheating on the wife part of the equation. Although, my wife had acted not only good with it, but also seemed to be encouraging me to do it.
I found it all very confusing, so I went with the basics. I love my wife, and I love my daughter. Nothing I do is ever intended to hurt them. I want to bring happiness to them as much as is humanly possible. And while I am about it, fuck those people who judge what two grown adults do together. I wasn’t planning on broadcasting our family matters anyway.
At that point, I realized that I was moving toward accepting the idea that I might have sexual relations with my daughter. I must admit I got very hard thinking about it. I was no longer very much concerned about the whole incest thing. My concern was Sara and Beth’s happiness. I decided to be the passenger on this crazy train and let them decide what the stops along the way would be. I wouldn’t pursue anything. If it happened, it happened.
Friday evening, I was lounging on the couch in front of the television when Beth came into the room and joined me. We often lay on the couch together, but I would be experiencing it with newly opened eyes on this night. Usually, she snuggled against me and drew her legs up. It was almost like we were spooning, but our groins never touched. I had never thought about it as a sexual thing before. It was just snuggling. Maybe that would be all it was this evening as well.
Then again, maybe not. Beth didn’t draw her legs up. She lay on the couch pressed against me, and I could feel her ass against my groin. She pulled my arm around her, squishing her breasts against it. I could feel her nipples rubbing against my arm through the thin cloth of her nightgown.
I felt blood beginning to rush where I didn’t want it to, and I quickly focused on the television, hoping for a distraction. She took the remote and found us a movie to watch. It helped settle me and get my mind out of the gutter. That is until she decided to begin rubbing her ass against me. Oh, it started out innocently enough, just an accidental rubbing while reacting to a scene in the movie. It wasn’t long before it became obvious that Beth was finding a lot of reasons to accidentally rub my cock with her ass. The results were predictable.
I had a choice, make my daughter move or rub my now rigid cock against her ass. She helped me decide when she again pressed her ass hard against my erection. I wasn’t going to make Beth move. If it made her happy to rub her ass against my erection, then I was going to let her. Sometimes a man has to make sacrifices for his family.
Between wiggles of her cute little butt, I asked her, “Where’s your mom?”
“She’s lying in bed reading. She said a little father-daughter alone time was in order.”
We lay there for a while, and during a gap in the action, she turned her head toward me. “Dad, uhm, I was wondering if you would mind kissing me?”
Mister Oblivious said, “Sure,” and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“That was nice, Dad, but not what I meant. I mean a romantic kiss. I want to know how a real man kisses. All I know is young guys, and I think something is missing. Would you mind?”
I was torn. I wanted so much to kiss her, but I still felt like I would be doing something wrong. The thing is, I really didn’t have a choice in the matter. If I didn’t kiss her, it would at the minimum hurt her feelings and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I figured in for a penny, in for a pound. “Well, if we are going to do this you need to roll over.”
She rolled toward me, and I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. My erection had to be obvious to her as it pressed against her groin. Either that or she thought I was carrying a steel pipe in my shorts. Somehow, I doubt she was thinking about plumbing.
She looked up at me expectantly. Her cheeks had a rosy hue, and her blue eyes drew me in. I leaned in and our lips touched. As soon as I felt the softness of her lips my mind was made up. I was going to give her the best kiss I could.
When our lips touched, we kissed lightly. My tongue traced her lips and her mouth opened to me. I became totally lost in that kiss. My tongue entered her mouth and her tongue met it. We settled into the kiss, our tongues dancing, while my hand caressed her face. I kissed her as thoroughly as I could before our lips separated.
“Wow, Dad. I’ve never been kissed like that.”
I smiled down at her. “Did you like it?”
She smiled and nodded. “I liked it very much. Can we do it some more?”
My answer was obvious as my lips again met hers. The movie was forgotten as I made out with my daughter on the couch. Our kisses seemed timeless. Her erect nipples brushed against my chest and my erect cock pressed against her groin. It excited me in a way I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager. It was like my first kiss all over again, only exponentially better.
I didn’t try to escalate things, although she did to a degree. Her small hand rubbed down my arm and fell between us. The back of her hand rubbed down my erection, and I nearly came in my shorts. Her hand caressed back up my cock before moving back to my arm. Our kiss intensified at her urging. It wasn’t difficult to tell that she was very aroused.
All things must end, and the movie did. We gradually separated our lips, and our bodies gradually moved apart. I helped her to her feet, and we walked down the hall together. We stopped at her room, and I kissed her lips lightly. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Dad. Thanks for showing me what a real kiss is like. I hope we can do it again. There is a lot I would like you to show me if you will.”
“Let’s see what the future brings, Beth. Sleep well, and I will see you in the morning.”
She entered her room and closed the door as I walked down the hall. My erection was still very much in evidence when I walked into the master bedroom. Sara chuckled when she saw the state I was in. “I see you and Beth had an interesting evening. Why don’t you bring that bad boy over here, and let’s see what can be done to help him?”
I didn’t last long at all. She had barely begun to suck my cock when I exploded into her mouth. I came so hard I saw stars. My cock remained hard as a rock which Sara enjoyed very much. Now that I had shot my epic load, I was able to last much longer than usual, and Sara took advantage of that. She pulled me onto the bed and between her legs. I was surprised to find that she was very wet even though there had been no foreplay. I slipped right in, and we were off to the races. She wanted it fast and hard, and I was happy to oblige. After her first orgasm, she started talking to me, “You’re awfully horny tonight. Would that have anything to do with father-daughter time this evening? Hmm? It looks like she really got your motor running.”
I didn’t know what to say to that except the truth. “We were on the couch, and she asked me to kiss her. That’s all we did, but I admit it made me very horny.” I paused in my strokes. “Am I a bad dad? I keep thinking what I am doing with my daughter is wrong.”
My loving wife ground her pussy against me. “You love our daughter, and she loves you. You are also both adults. I don’t see it as wrong at all. I want you to make our daughter happy. I want you to show her how a real man makes love to a woman. She needs to know that sex can be wonderful.”
The thought of screwing my daughter ran through my brain, and my ability to talk disappeared. I began to pound my wife’s pussy, and soon her ability to talk went away as well. Our orgasms were in sync as they often were. I held my wife close as we lay on the bed in the afterglow. “Why are you so accepting of this? I would think you wouldn’t want me screwing another woman.”
“She’s not another woman to me. She’s our daughter, and I want the best for her. You are the best, and you love her. I consider it a win for everyone.”
“What about your needs? If I am having sex with Beth, I am not having it with you.”
She grinned at me. “I have faith that you can handle us both.”
I spent the next day half in the real world and half in my head. I was dwelling on the dramatic change there could be in my relationship with my daughter. Not to mention my wife. As is usual, my inner angel wrestled with my inner devil. By early afternoon, the angel had been beaten into submission.
I sat on my favorite poolside lounge chair and nursed a beer. I had just finished mowing and trimming and was psyching myself up for a swim. My biggest concern at the moment was whether to finish my beer before I swam or after. I decided that if I finished my beer now, I could always get another after I swam. The big issue of the day dealt with, I looked up at the sound of the sliding doors opening.
Out walked Beth in her slinky little bikini. She truly was marvelous to behold, and I stood as I took in the view. Long brown hair hung to her waist, and sparkling blue eyes lit up her beautiful face. Her breasts were wonderfully shaped c-cups, and I could see the outline of her nipples through her top. They became more prominent as she approached me.
Her slim waist led to her small bubble butt. Her slim thighs barely touched as she stood before me on those long, slim legs. I had seen this same view all summer and had pushed down the urge to look at her in a sexual way. Now that the door had been opened, I appreciated my daughter in a whole new way. She is a beautiful and sexy woman. Any guy would be lucky to have her.
