It had been two weeks since my encounter with Dad. He had barely spoken to me since then. He wouldn’t even meet my eyes when I was in his presence. I knew that he felt ashamed and guilty after what had happened. I knew because I felt it too.

My relationship with him had changed forever. We used to be so close. I was always a daddy’s girl. We used to do everything together, watching movies, going on walks, laughing over the most stupid things. But that was all gone now. I was a stranger to him, and it was all my fault. I had shattered the innocence of the father and daughter bond. I had seduced my father. I had performed oral sex on him. I had ruined everything.

Things had become tense at home. Mom had noticed that something was up between Dad and me. She was always watching the two of us when we were forced to interact with each other. She probably thought we’d had an argument about something or other. But I doubt she even suspected the true nature of what had happened. It wouldn’t have even entered her wildest dreams. She hadn’t confronted me about it yet. I wondered if she had asked Dad and what he had told her.

I would sit in my room all day, alone with my thoughts. I would try to sleep as much as I could to forget the waking world. When I was awake, I would try to distract myself with music and TV, but it didn’t help. I was meant to be spending my time job hunting, but I couldn’t bring myself to even think about it.

I used to watch porn daily to assuage my feelings of loneliness and isolation, but now the thought of it disgusted me. I hadn’t touched myself since the incident. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. I hated myself and I hated life.

I started having the most vivid dreams. Some were normal, some were just strange, and some were downright horrifying. I dreamed often of Dad and I doing the things we would do together, perfectly normal and innocent. I would wake up from these dreams in the middle of the night and start crying. I would wrap my blankets around me and imagine that it was Dad cuddling me, telling me that everything was all right.

I would also have weird sexual dreams about Dad, dreams I’d never had before the incident. One I remember vividly was an occasion where I was sitting on the toilet and Dad knocked on the door. He desperately wanted to pee. I told him that I wouldn’t be long, but he said he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He was just about to pee his pants. He was begging me to open the door. Finally, I opened it and he came in.

I was still sitting on the toilet. He unzipped his pants, and his huge cock emerged. I felt a thrill of excitement. He leaned down and carefully placed his penis in the open gap between my thighs. He then peed into the toilet bowl, a stream of urine flowing out like a golden fountain before me. He was very careful to make sure he didn’t pee on me. When he had finished, he started moving his cock away, but it accidentally brushed against my pussy.

I woke up then. What the fuck was that? What is wrong with me? I wasn’t free of this living nightmare even in my sleep.

But then the dreams started getting more horrifying. I dreamed that Dad and I were plotting to kill Mom. Once she was out of the picture, we would be free. We would be free to be ourselves, to enjoy each other’s company, to fuck when we wanted, to love. It would be the most perfect daddy and daughter bond.

I wanted to hire a hitman from the dark web, but Dad said it was too risky. We would have to do it ourselves. So we came up with a perfect plan. Mom would die in an accident. Dad was good with cars, so he would rig Mom’s car to crash when she was going at high speed on the highway. Nobody would suspect a thing.

The dream then shifted to Mom driving at night in the rain. There was a bend in the road, and Mom turned the steering wheel. But then there was a squeal of tires. The brakes had failed. The car went over a cliff and smashed onto the ground below. Mom died instantly.

The scene shifted to her open coffin in the middle of the funeral parlor. I went up to it to look at her one last time. Her body was a blackened mass of flesh.

I woke up screaming. Well, I’m not sure if I was actually screaming or if it was a silent scream in my head, but nobody came to check on me. I was sweating from head to toe, and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I just lay there staring up at the ceiling, the feeling of dread still surging within me. I had to stop this. I had to do something before I went completely insane, if I wasn’t insane already. I had to confront Dad.

I found him in his bedroom home office the next day. Mom was at work, and I wouldn’t have to worry about her coming home for a few hours. Dad was at his computer as usual. He was meant to be working, but he seemed to be browsing a forum of some sort.

I stood at the doorway and watched him for a while. He was so handsome even at this age. His slowly graying hair only made him look even more regal. He always took care of his body but never to the point of vanity. He had a natural strength to him that I would often feel when he would envelop me in his arms in a bear hug. Would those days ever come back? Would I ever feel his fatherly affection again?

I slowly stepped into the room. “Dad, can we talk?”

He almost jumped up out of his seat startled. At the same time, I saw his hand deftly close the site he was on with a click of the mouse. What was he looking at?

He turned around and looked in my general direction, but not directly at me. He didn’t say anything. His face was a mask, as usual. I could never tell what he was thinking.

“Dad, we need to talk,” I said.

I saw him swallow and lick his lips nervously. Finally, he nodded and got up and sat on the bed. I sat down next to him. He was fidgeting with his fingers and looking down at them. We sat there in silence for a while. My resolve had completely dissipated in his presence, and I didn’t know what to say to him.

“Dad, we can’t go on like this,” I said at last. He was still playing with his fingers. “I want things to go back to how it was, Dad. I can’t take this anymore.”

He swallowed again. “Melissa,” he said finally, but something caught in his voice and it trailed off into nothingness.

I had to take the initiative. “Can’t we just forget about what happened. What’s done is done, but we can’t let it ruin us, Dad. It was a moment of madness, that’s all. We’ve been so close all my life. 19 years, Dad. 19 years you’ve been my dad. I love you more than anything. Please let’s forget it ever happened. Please, Dad, I’m begging you.”

“Melissa,” he said again hoarsely. “Melissa, please forgive me. Please… What I did to you… I, I took advantage of you. I did something a father should never do. I, I should have protected you. I should have…”

He swallowed yet again. “I can’t get it out of my head, Melissa. I betrayed you. I betrayed your mother. I’m not a father. I don’t deserve to be called one. I’m, I’m a monster.”

And then he broke down. One moment he was just staring at his hands, and the next he had them over his face. His body started to shudder in the most heart-wrenching sobs. Tears were streaming down his face and on to his lap. The sounds he was making… I look back now and it still tears my heart inside. He was always so stoic, so strong. I had never seen him cry, let alone like this. The person beside me was not my dad anymore. It was a wounded animal.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around him just as he had always done for me. He had always comforted me like this, whether it was when I had a fall or had a bad day at school or when we were watching a sad movie together. He had always been there for me. He was so big that my arms couldn’t fully envelop his body, but it didn’t matter.

Dad grasped me in a bear hug. I felt the gooseflesh on his arms as our bodies touched. He felt so warm to the touch. I could smell his natural, familiar scent, and suddenly, it was as if nothing had changed. Daddy and I were together again, as we had always been, as we always would be.

We sat like that for what felt like an eternity. He was still crying. I was too.

Finally, I broke the spell. “It was my fault, Dad. It was all my fault. It’s not you. I’ve just been so lonely, so… trapped. I don’t know what came over me. I can’t get it out of my head either. I’ve been having dreams… bad dreams…”

He raised his head and looked into my eyes for the first time that day. His crystal blue eyes were so inviting. I could lose myself in them forever.

“You too?” he said.

“Yes,” I said.

“My dreams have been…” he trailed off. “Do you know what I was doing when you came in?” he said suddenly.

I shook my head.

“I’ve been trying to make sense of what happened, why I acted like that. I’ve been reading things people have written, other… fathers.” He whispered the last word. “The things they have done to their…”

He shuddered. “And I’m one of them. I’m just like them. I’m a…”

“No, Dad,” I said, gripping his arm. “No,” I said again, firmly. “You’re not like them. We’re both adults. We both wanted it. You didn’t harm me in any way. You’ve never done anything bad to me. You were always the best dad I could ever ask for.”

“Melissa,” he said again, more tears in his eyes. “I watched you grow all these years. I did my best for you, always… But I can’t just forget what I did. I can never forget. It will haunt me till the end. I should… I should be in prison for doing what I did. I should be… executed.”

“Listen to me, Dad,” I said, taking his face in both my hands and looking directly into his eyes. “Listen to me. You never did anything bad to me. Never. We both wanted it. Maybe you were lonely too. I know you watch porn. I’ve seen it on your computer. I do as well, and it’s because I feel so alone all the time. I think you feel the same way. And so it just happened. It just happened, Dad.”

His eyes were so blue. His tears made them seem an endless blue ocean, so deep. I could spend a lifetime gazing into them and never fully penetrate its depths, so mysterious, so…

I kissed him. My lips were on his, and I could taste his warm sweetness. His eyes opened wide momentarily, and I was afraid he would pull back and the moment would be gone forever. But he didn’t. His lips were on mine, shy at first as he traced them along the contours of my mouth, exploring everything on its surface.

But he desired more, and so did I. His tongue was in my mouth exploring its inner recesses, and mine was in his. So wet, so sloppy... Our lips were locked, and through them flowed passion and desire, mad and frightening. Everything that had just happened was forgotten.

But he wanted more. He embraced me as we kissed. The heat of his body was like a furnace. He moved his hands down my body gently until they reached my breasts. I remembered how he had been staring at them when I had sucked his cock last time. Well, now he got to touch them.

My T-shirt was soon on the ground between my feet. My boobs were not as ample as Mom’s, but they were firm and perky as hers hadn’t been for a long time. He was feeling them, squeezing them, caressing them. Yes, Daddy. I’ve grown so much. And they’re all yours.

And then he was licking my nipples, sucking on them as they got harder and harder, gently biting them. My eyes were closed, and I felt myself in the same hypnotic trance I had been in when I had taken him inside my mouth. My hands fell on his lap and I felt something else getting harder.

In one motion, I had his pants to the floor, and there it was again, his oh so girthy cock, rock hard and throbbing wildly. I lowered my head and closed my eyes as it slowly entered my mouth. I savored its familiar taste and wondered for a moment whether all guys tasted like this or if this was Daddy’s special taste. Anyway, it didn’t matter. Daddy’s was all I needed.

His cock filled my mouth to bursting, and my body was filled to the brim with pleasure. Dad had his hands on my head and began thrusting as I sucked, and it went deeper and deeper into my mouth. My eyes started getting teary as he thrust faster and faster, but I wouldn’t let go. Wet saliva trickled from my mouth and fell on my tits.

But I also felt another wetness below. My pussy. My virgin pussy.

I raised my head, and my eyes met his.

“Dad, I want you inside me.”

I felt myself hurled backwards onto the bed. Daddy was on top of me, pulling my shorts and panties down. His previous hesitation had vanished. The wounded animal beside me was now one, alive and throbbing with vitality. I watched him deftly move his hands and felt his strength as he hovered over me. He could do anything he wanted to me. And that was what I wanted.

He spread my legs wide apart, my bare pussy exposed to his gaze. He looked down for a moment, savoring the sight. His daughter’s pussy, forever forbidden to him. But now…

And then he had his head down, and I felt a wave of pleasure I had never felt the like of before. He was exploring my pussy with his tongue, just as he had my mouth. I felt his wetness just as he felt mine. First my pussy lips, and then my clit, and finally inside. His tongue was a magic wand, and wherever it moved, it brought pleasure immeasurable.

He was rubbing my clit now, and I let out a squeal of pleasure. My hands went to my mouth automatically. I realized I had been holding my moans in just as I would when I was touching myself alone in my room. But it was Daddy and me now, and we were alone in the house together. And I could be as loud as I wanted.

The house echoed to my screams of ecstasy as Daddy thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. How could he be so rough and so gentle at the same time? Don’t stop, Dad. Please don’t stop.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted to give myself up to him entirely. I wanted Daddy to be my first. I realized I had been wanting this for a long, long time.

I brushed his fingers aside and grabbed his cock and guided it towards my pussy, open and inviting. It was dripping with a mixture of my juices and his saliva.

And then in one motion, he was inside me. My lips parted and let him inside my sacred place. It was Daddy’s now. Now and forevermore.

I had felt a pleasurable feeling of fullness when I had Mom’s dildo inside me. But it was nothing compared to the feeling of being filled by Dad’s cock. Nothing would ever compare.

Flashes of images from porn videos entered my mind. I had watched so many of them and had often wondered what my first time would be like. I had been entranced by the sex acts in those videos. But now they seemed so mechanical. There was no love there, no intimacy, no affection, no connection.

But this, this was the real thing. This was what I had been desiring all along. This was what I needed. I was whole for the first time in my life.

I looked into his eyes as he continued to thrust in and out. My eyes never left his. We climaxed at the same time. I felt his warm cum coating the insides of my pussy. I was shuddering in heavenly ecstasy.

For some reason, the words of the sacred marriage vow entered my head. Til death do us part.

I was his forever.

To be continued...