This is an unusual account of a taboo topic; incest between a father and daughter. What makes it unusual is that both parties have written this from their individual perspective.
Kelly is 16, Bill her father is 45.
This is their story of how their relationship changed from that of a parent daughter to one of lovers.
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Bill
November 28, later that evening.
My pulse began to race as I waited outside Kelly’s friend Sara’s house. This was happening more frequently lately when I was going to be alone with her and even more so when we were alone together. But it wasn’t just my pulses racing and heart pounding that were the disturbances, it was a number of other things as well. It was how she was almost constantly on my mind, how nearly every time I looked at her the clothes she was wearing seemed to be transparent, how I got so excited when she flashed a little too much leg or I saw the outline of her areola or even more so the indentation of her nipple through her blouse. It was also how I masturbated frequently thinking about having sex with her. It was how when on the rare occasion I fucked my wife or on the more frequent occasion when I fucked a hooker or masseuse I imagined it was her underneath me and whose cunt I was filling with my rock hard cock. And it was also how nearly every time I saw my sixteen year old daughter I got an erection.
And it was no exception as she climbed into my Rangerover after coming out from Sara’s house.
“Hi dad” she smiled leaning across the central console and kissing my cheek. As she did that and closed the door at the same time so unconsciously, I’m sure, her fingers briefly rested on my thigh no more than a few inches from where my cock was growing by the moment. That sent such strong tingles through me that I thought for a moment that she would have felt them.
She asked something about how the parent’s evening had gone as she remained leaning across the car towards me. Telling her that as usual everything had gone well I looked down and couldn’t believe how the top of her blouse was gaping.
‘Oh fuck’ I thought my eyes latching onto the full, exposed globe of her small, pert breast down her school blouse that I noted was rather wrinkled. For some reason the wrinkles registered with me almost as much as Kelly’s bare tits and nipples did. Although Phillipa, my wife and Kelly’s mother, and I were slowly but gradually drifting apart and she was out most nights probably being shagged by some young buck, she was a great homemaker and it was not like her to send our daughter to school with unkempt clothing. But when Kelly didn’t move for a few moments my focus was torn away from the wrinkled blouse. It was dragged from thinking about her clothing to lusting at her body for I was now looking right down the front of her blouse that had probably one button too many undone. I could clearly see both of her b cup breasts (I knew their size for I had often held one of her bras or a pair of her panties as I had wanked about her) and her delicious looking little, coral pink areola and nipples. Her boobs were so wonderfully firm and pert that they almost looked as though they had been surgically enhance, which I knew they hadn’t. Then amazingly, incredibly and so fucking hornilly I saw that both of her nipples were erect. ‘Why the fuck are they hard? I asked myself, having no immediate answer.
As usual we chatted quite easily as I drove slowly home. Once we were there, though, Kelly went off to bed. It was only just after nine so I knew Phillipa wouldn’t be home for ages: ‘probably just thinking about leaving a bar or club and working out where she was going to get laid’ I thought smiling? Maybe oddly, but having no knowledge of psychology I wasn’t sure, it seemed the more Phil and I drifted apart, the closer Kelly and I became; certainly my lust for her increased!
I went to my study and poured myself a large Laphroig with just the tiniest drop of water. Almost absentmindedly as I sipped the delicious malt whiskey I logged on my PC and went into xhamster, something I had found myself doing more frequently recently. I chose the first time category and watched a few young birds theoretically at least lose their cherries wondering if Kelly had yet given that up. After watching a few rather ludicrous older guys and one or two fathers fuck their younger girls or daughters in the old and young categories I got bored and changed over to the lesbian category. That was much more satisfactory and very soon I had a raging hard on. Just in case, I went up to my bedroom and stripped off. I caught myself in the mirror and was pleased to see my full erection rearing up my pleasingly flat stomach. I shrugged into a dressing robe, but was naked under it. Before tying the robe I had to chastise myself when I found myself wondering what Kelly would think of my cock. That of course made me think whether she had seen any cocks and what she had done with them, if anything? I think I know my daughter well and on balance I would bet she was reasonably promiscuous, but probably was still a virgin. ‘Saving it for her dad’ I nearly shocked myself by thinking.
God I felt so horny watching the MILF seduce a babysitter. It was very well done and almost without thinking I opened the robe and started rubbing my full hard on imagining that it was daughter fondling it. It was only then that for some reason I remembered that Kelly had left her backpack in the hallway. I had this urge to look in it though I had no reason why.
‘Jesus Christ’ I thought finding, not only her regulation, dark blue school bra and knickers, but also a frilly pair of white, lacy panties and a matching see-through bra. ‘Fuck’ I thought. ‘She was naked under her school uniform when we were in the car. I knew from seeing down her blouse that she hadn’t been wearing a bra and in my excitement at what I had seen I hadn’t bothered to think why? But now kneeling in the hallway, my dressing gown open and my cock rearing up my stomach, I did.
When could she have taken it off, or had someone else or maybe she hadn’t worn it all, but had taken it with her to stop her mother’s incessant questions and moaning? But then I started to think about the panties and wondered what had gone on there? I picked them both up.