adult incest

MY SEXY DAUGHTER
by Jenni
Jan and I fell in love as soon as we saw one another. We were high school sweethearts. Her long black hair reflected light like a mirror. Her eyes were so dark they were almost black. They were so alive and so expressive that they made my heart jump every time I looked at her. Her personality was bubbly and compassionate. She had a killer body and a mind to match. She could solve complex problems on second and the next is screwing my brains out all night. We married right out of high school and our daughter was born less than a year later. She was my rock. She was my heart and soul. She had given me everything I had ever wanted, including our daughter, Beth. There was only one problem. She died last year. She was coaching a girls basketball team at our church and had a massive heart attack during practice. The autopsy showed that her heart was malformed, probably since birth.

It has been over a year since Jan left me. Our daughter, Beth, was seventeen when she died. She had the horror of watching her mother die, as she was part of the team. To say we were both devastated would be the understatement of the millennium. I must say that Beth has recovered much quicker than I have. She seems to be back to her normal self, while I am still dejected and depressed most of the time. My problem was that I couldn’t face the fact that she was gone. Beth immersed herself in trying to replace her mother. This seems to have worked for her. She does all the things that her mother did around the house. She does the laundry and the dishes. She even organizes the meals for the week like her mom used to do, although she hasn’t quite got cooking down, yet. But then again, neither did her Mom when we first married. Beth is getting better though. We sat at the dinner table one night. Beth had just outdone herself on dinner. I glanced at her quickly. I saw her mother. I began to cry. “Daddy, why are you crying?” she asked.

“I’m sorry Honey, but sometimes I look at you and I can see your mother. You look so much like her.” I said. She walked to me and put her arms around me and hugged me tightly.
“I miss her a lot,” she said. I hugged her back.

“Yea, me too. But I have you and I’m going to be just fine.” I said.
“Daddy, do you remember when we used to go do things like go see a baseball game or go to the circus? She asked.
“Yea, Honey, I do,” I answered, “Why?”
“How come we haven’t done anything like that for a long time?” she asked. “Well, Beth, I guess it’s because I just can’t bring myself to do anything without your Mom. We were inseparable since we were in the ninth grade.”

“But I think it would help us feel better if we did some of the things we used to do. “I know we’ll never have her back, but that shouldn’t mean that we have to stop doing the things that we used to like to do, does it?” she asked.
“I don’t know Honey, maybe you’re right. How about we take in a ball game on Saturday, would you like that?” I said.
“They’re on a road trip to Pittsburgh over the weekend,” she said.
“You still keep track?” I asked.

“Yea, I never quit.” she answered.
“How are they doing?’ I asked.
“They’re 3 games over .500 and they’re in second place in the division.
“What the hell, Beth, Lets go anyway!”
“Oh, really daddy. Do you mean it?” she said jubilantly.
“Yea, why not. It’s only a 6 hour drive. Maybe we’ll leave right after I get off work tomorrow and stay in a hotel overnight. Maybe even the whole weekend.” I said. She grabbed my neck and hugged me so hard I thought she was going to snap off my head.
“Oh, Daddy, we’ll have the best time, you’ll see. I just know it.” she said. I agreed. “I’ll pack the bags while you’re at work tomorrow so we can leave as soon as you get here, OK.” she said.
“That’s a good idea. Especially the part about you doing the packing. I always forget something major. I once packed my own suitcase for a business trip to Miami and forgot to pack underwear. So I’m really glad you’ll be doing the packing.” I said. She laughed. I went to bed that night and for the first time in a long time, I was looking forward to the next day. I slept like a baby.
The day seemed to drag more than usual that Friday. I was really anticipating the trip with Beth. But finally, it was time to clock out and head home. Traffic was unusually light. It was like God saying, “You need this. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.” I made it home in fifteen minutes instead of the usual 35 or 40 minutes. When I arrived, our bags were packed and sitting by the front door. Beth heard me come through the door and ran to meet me. “Hi, Daddy, how was your day?” she asked, just like her Mom used to
“Excruciatingly long, Honey, but it’s finally over” I said. “Do you have everything we need?” I asked.
“Yea, I think so I didn’t forget your underwear, I know that” she said smiling. I laughed. I knew she had gotten everything together. I didn’t doubt it for a second

“Well, let’s go to Pittsburgh.” I said. I grabbed the bags and threw them into the back of the car. It was a beautiful summer day and I put the top down on the car and we hit the interstate. Beth told me that she called the post office and asked them to hold the mail until Monday. I would have never thought of that But her mother would have. She fell asleep about an hour into the trip. We were just crossing the Pennsylvania border when she awoke. “Where are we?” she asked.
“Maybe an hour away from Pittsburgh.” I said.
“Where are we going to stay?” she asked.
“I don’t know, somewhere close to the interstate so we can get there early. Do you remember the name of the hotel we stayed in the last time we were here?” I asked.
“Yea, it was the Marriott.” she said. I have a map in my bag. I’ll get it. She turned and got the map from the side pocket of her bag. “Yea, it’s still circled right here. It’s just off the exit into Greentree .” she said.

We drove for another hour and soon we saw the exit we needed. The hotel lot was almost empty. We registered and went to our room. She dropped her bag and turned the TV on. “Their channels are different than ours ” she said.
“Yea, every city is different, unless you have satellite.” I said. But I think we had better get some shut-eye if we’re going to go to the game tomorrow.” I said.
“But Dad, the game doesn’t start until 6:05 PM.” she said.
“Then maybe we’ll explore for a while. They’re bound to have a zoo or something here.” I said. It was 11:00 and there wasn’t anything on but the news and tabloid TV, so she said she was getting a shower. I wanted one too, so I grabbed my stuff from my bag and waited for her to come out of the shower. I dozed off and on while she showered. I tried to concentrate on the local news, but because I didn’t know the area, I had no idea where the localities were. I turned the TV off. I happened to glance in the direction of the bathroom when I heard the shower turn off. It was then that I noticed that Beth had left the bathroom door ajar. I could see inside the bathroom through the reflection of the two mirrors set up in the corner of the room by the coat rack. Beth stepped from the shower. I saw her completely naked as she reached for the towel and dried herself. I noticed that she was developing into a fine young woman. Her breasts were rather large. Her legs were nice and long and they met at a nice little triangle of black pubic hair. I also noticed that I had gotten a hard-on looking at my own daughter. One thing I didn’t notice soon enough was that she noticed me looking at her. I quickly turned my eyes away when I noticed that she saw me ogling her young body. What surprised me more was that she didn’t close the door when she noticed me looking at her. Maybe she really didn’t see me looking at her. Maybe she looked in the direction that she did because she noticed that she had left the door open.

I quickly glanced at her again. She was standing in full view drying herself. I watched as she rubbed the towel all over her young body. I saw her nipples harden as she rubbed the towel over them. I watched as she wrapped the towel around her back and pulled it side to side, making her young breasts jiggle. She turned away from the door and dried her fine young ass. It almost seemed as if she was giving me a show. She bent over to dry her long legs. I swore I could see her pussy as she bent to dry her lower legs and feet. She turned and looked at me again. I turned my gaze away from her again. No, I thought, she wasn’t giving me a show. She just couldn’t tell that I could see her. That had to be it. I mean she was my baby She couldn’t possibly be aware of me spying on her, could she? I glanced back at her. She was facing the door again. She was drying her stomach. I watched as she lowered the towel to her crotch. She parted her legs and ran the towel between them. She seemed to linger there for a while. I looked at her face and I saw her part her lips and close her eyes. My God, she was enjoying the sensations the towel was creating between her legs. Her face showed pure pleasure as she rubbed the towel on her most private of parts. She looked at me again. This time I tried to see if she was really looking at me or if she was just watching the doorway. I smiled at her. I was a simple thing. Nothing sexual about it. I thought that if she saw me smile, she would be OK with the fact that I was watching. If she didn’t smile back it either meant that she wasn’t OK with it, or she couldn’t see me. She did nothing. She disappeared behind the doorway, turned the light out and emerged from the bathroom in just a T-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts.

“You had better wait a while before you get your shower, Daddy, I think I used all the hot water,” she said.
“That’s OK, Honey, I’ll just take a cold shower. It’ll open my pores.” I said. As I entered the bathroom I thought to myself, “And it’ll get rid of my hard-on.” I made sure the door was closed and showered. Beth was right, there was no hot water. But I hadn’t intended to use it anyway. I needed something to take the thoughts of my daughter’s naked, young body from my mind. I tried to think of everything non-sexual that I could, but nothing worked. Not even the cold water. I finished showering and shaving. I put on my pajamas and emerged from the bathroom to find Beth sitting on the bed watching TV. “What are you watching, Honey?” I asked.
“I think its called ‘Taxi Cab Confessions’ on HBO,” she answered. I knew the show. It’s where they put secret cameras in actual taxis and film the passengers saying and doing all kinds of sexual things.
“I’m not so sure you should be watching that kind of stuff, Beth.” I said.

“Oh, Daddy, it’s harmless. I’ve seen and heard more than that in school.” she confessed.
“Well maybe I should be looking at your school.” I responded. “Little girls shouldn’t…” Beth stopped me. “Daddy, I don’t know if you’ve noticed lately, but I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m eighteen. I know how babies are made. I know what sex is. I even know what all the words mean. “You know, words like blow job, eating pussy, come, cock and fuck. Mom taught me about sex. She said that I should know these things because, no matter what, they would be things that eventually would come up in my life.” I sat on the bed with my mouth open. I didn’t quite know what to say. But I felt I had to say something.
“Well, Honey, your Mom told me a few years that you and her had ‘the talk’ but she never told me she had told you that much.” I said.

She came and sat beside me. “I’m sorry, Daddy. “I didn’t mean to go off on you like that I’m not a baby anymore, but if it’s OK with you, I want to be your little girl for a while longer.” I hugged her tightly. I looked at the TV and there was a couple doing it in the back of the cab. The part’s of their bodies where the action was taking place was clouded, but it was obvious what they were doing.
“So you really know all of this stuff, huh?” I said. She watched the action for a second.
“Yea,” she answered.
“So I guess you and me should be able to talk about just about anything by now, huh?” I asked.
“Sure, Daddy, Why?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering. I know you used to talk with your mother about everything. I was just hoping you could do the same with me, that’s all.” I said.
”I love you, Daddy. If there’s ever anything I need to know, you’ll be the first one I come to I promise.” she said.
“That’s great, Honey, but I was hoping that you’d answer a question for me,” I said. She kept looking at the couple on the TV.
“Sure, Daddy, what is it?” she asked.

“Well, How does watching that make you feel?” I asked.
“It makes me want to see them without the cloud.” she said. For a second I was confused. Then I saw what she was talking about. The pixilated part of the video where the censors had edited the real action.
“You mean that you want to see them actually doing it?” I asked.
“Yea. I mean we both know what they’re doing. Why hide it.” she explained.

“So you like to watch, is that it?” I asked.
“Doesn’t everybody like to watch?” she asked.
“Well, you’re probably right.” I said.
“Don’t you like to watch, Daddy?” she asked. Immediately my mind went to the pictures of her drying herself in the bathroom. “I mean, isn’t it natural to watch something so beautiful as the human body?” she added. I barely heard her. My thoughts were on her jiggling, hard-nipped breasts I had just viewed just minutes earlier. “Daddy?” she said as she nudged me, “Did you hear me?” she said. She blasted me back to the present.
“What? Oh, yea, Honey, I do like to watch, I guess.” I answered. “But doesn’t it bother you at all?” I asked again.
“What it does is make me horny, that’s all.” she said. I was dumbfounded. “You know what horny is, huh?” I said.
“Oh, God yes. Mom told me that I was going to be like this all the time when I got to this age and she was right.” she answered. She glanced at me. I was very uncomfortable, but yet I was calm. “Does it bother you that I get horny, Daddy?” she asked.
“No, it doesn’t bother me. I know what I was like when I was a teenager. What bothers me is that it seems to have come on all of a sudden. I know it really doesn’t, so that means that I haven’t been paying as much attention to you as I should have. That’s what bothers me.” I answered.

“Daddy, I know that you’ve had a tough time adjusting to things since Mom died. I had a rough time for a while myself. I lost my Mom, my friend and my teacher. You lost all of those things and you lost your soul mate and your lover, too.” she said. “I know that you love me and that, in time, you’ll be yourself again. That’s why this trip means so much to me. It means that you’re on your way back.” she said, sounding very much like her mother. I almost cried.
“Beth, how did you get to be so damn smart?” I said, fighting back the tears. She smiled and hugged me.
“I get it from my Dad. He’s real smart. And handsome too.” she said laughing.

I hugged her tightly. I was sitting on the corner of the bed and Beth laid her head on my lap. As she settled in, I noticed that her T-shirt had gaped open and I could see her firm little breasts again. Instantly my mind back-peddled to the bathroom scene again. The entire thing flowed through my mind like a porn flick. But as soon as I began to reminisce I realized that I was getting a hard-on and that soon it would be touching her on the head. I almost jumped up. “Well, Honey, I’m gonna hit the sack.” I said. “Maybe you should too.”
“Yea, I am pretty tired.” she admitted. She turned the TV off and climbed into her bed. I turned off the light but noticed that I had left the light on in the bathroom.
“Oh, damn.” I said. She saw what I was cussing about.
“I’ll get it, Daddy.” she said. She climbed out of the bed and I watched her go into the light. I saw the light through her thin clothes silhouetting her figure. Her young body was again in my thoughts. The light went out and I heard her walk back to her bed. I thought I might have trouble sleeping that night, but I slept like a baby. Beth woke me about nine the next morning. I turned over and in my sleepy haze I turned over and flung off the covers. Beth looked at me and giggled like a schoolgirl. I looked at her and saw that she was looking at my crotch. It was wet. I must have had a wet dream. But how could this be? I hadn’t had a wet dream in 10 years. What was just as bad, I had a piss-hard. I climbed out of bed and grabbed my clothes and rushed to the bathroom. I was utterly and totally embarrassed..
As I was in the bathroom, my thoughts were still on why I had a wet dream. I didn’t remember any dreams so erotic as to do that to me. Then I remembered that the last thing I had seen before I went to sleep was Beth’s body showing through her clothes. I had a wet dream over my own 18 year-old daughter. I was as confused as a teenager. I really didn’t want to go back into the other room and face my daughter. But I knew that, no matter how long I stayed in there, I would eventually have to face the music. I walked from the bathroom. I sat on my bed without saying anything. I really didn’t know what to say, or even if I had to say anything. But all too soon, I realized that I was going to have to explain things to my little girl. “That must have been a really good dream, huh Daddy.” she said. I felt my face flush again.
“It must have, huh. It’s a shame I don’t remember even having it.” I said. Beth said nothing. We went and saw the sights. I eventually found the zoo. It was hard to find because it was out of the way almost in the suburbs. You would think it would be a lot easier to find. We also went on a daytime cruise on the Gateway Clipper. It was really nice to see the whole city from the rivers. There were two elevator-like cars similar to the cable-cars in San Francisco going up two separate sides of the rivers. I told Beth that we would have to ride them to get a better view of the city. But right then we had to be getting to PNC park. It was much easier to find than the zoo. There weren’t a lot of people there and those of us that had seats in the back rows of seats were all sitting down front after about three innings. We had a great day. I almost caught a foul ball. Our team won the game in eleven innings but more importantly, I was spending some quality time with Beth. It was nearly 11:00 when we got back to the hotel.
We put our souvenirs on the table and we anxiously talked about the game and of life in general. Beth said that she was going to get her shower and grabbed her stuff and headed for the bathroom. “Try to leave me some hot water, will you.” I said.
“I will.” she said. I watched as she again left the door ajar, this time slightly more so. I watched her silhouette through the shower certain. I wondered if she knew how sexy she was. Probably not, I thought. I turned on the TV and watched both it and the bathroom. I changed the channel to H2O. and a show called ‘Hollywood Hookers’ was on. I watched as all different sizes of breasts were flaunted on the screen. That is until I heard the shower turn off. This time I was ready. I turned the TV and all the lights off in the room. I knew that she shouldn’t be able to see me in the dark. She stepped from the shower and grabbed the towel. I noticed that she looked out the open door. I even saw her squint her eyes trying to look even harder. She smiled. I had no idea why. I thought I would be able to take in her whole routine of drying herself. And I did. She started by wrapping her hair in the towel. She then grabbed another towel and began rubbing her skin dry. Again I was enjoying her nipples harden as she wiped them. And again I watched her tits jiggle when she sawed the towel across her back to dry it. I thought that she was taking more time drying than the previous night. She again spread her long sensuous legs and rubbed the towel between them. This time, however, she lingered there far longer than she had the night before. I watched as her eyes first closed then opened as the towel stimulated her young pussy. I watched as her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out across her lips. She was masturbating and I had a front row seat. My cock hadn’t been as hard as it was in a long time.
She sat on the toilet and I watched as she let the towel fall from her hands. She was still rubbing herself, though. She glanced my way and seeing nothing, I thought, she continued. Her legs slowly splayed out and her fingers spread her tiny lips and she reached down with her other hand and began massaging her clit. I reached for my cock and massaged it through my pants. I just couldn’t help myself. She was just so incredibly sexy. I had long ago let the thought that she was my daughter fall from my memory. I intently watched as she slowly brought herself to orgasm. She didn’t make a sound but I knew she was coming by the movements of her hand and her legs. She came in almost the same way as her mother. Except that her mother could shatter glass with her screams when she came. After she came, Beth began dressing. She had a pair of very short cut-off jeans and a pink spaghetti-strapped blouse on when she emerged from the bathroom. Beth mentioned nothing of the lights being off when she sat on the bed beside me. I, however, was glad it was dark. I knew she would have noticed my cock if they had been on. I got up and headed for the bathroom. As I closed the door behind me, I noticed that I could see Beth in the shadows of the room. There was just enough light to make her out sitting on the bed. But as the door almost closed, I could no longer see her, further reinforcing my belief that she could not have seen me spying on her.

I entered the shower. This time, the warm water cascaded over me where the night before; I was standing in ice-cold water. “Thanks Honey.” I yelled through the door. “There’s plenty of hot water tonight.” I added. I couldn’t hear any response she might have made because of the din of the shower. I couldn’t get her out of my mind and soon I was jerking my cock thinking of the show she just performed for me. I came in a hail of water for the first time in ages. I had to suppress my moans and believe me that wasn’t easy. I hadn’t come as hard as I did in a long time. I quickly finished washing and turned off the water, which by then was turning colder. I stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel, only lightly drying myself. I stepped from the bathroom and Beth was sitting where I was before, watching the hooker flick. Beth looked at me as I came into the room. “Why do men like to look at girl’s boobs, Daddy?” she asked. She caught me off guard and I just blurted,
“I have no idea, but it sure looks good to me.” I said before I realized what it was that I did say.
“Does it make you guys horny or something?” she asked.

“Well, yes it does as a matter of fact.” I answered. “Most men, unless they’re gay, like to look at nice boobs. It has something to do with the fact that it seems to be taboo or something.” I explained.
“I just don’t get it. I mean the only reason they’re there is to feed babies after they’re born, right?” she asked.
“That’s right, Honey.” I answered.
“So why the fascination over them. They’re little more than the udders on a cow.” she said.
“Well, Beth, that’s something of an enigma. Men have been fascinated with breasts forever. I read somewhere that men associate breasts with health. The bigger they are, the healthier they believe the woman is. And the healthier the woman, the better chance she has of having healthy babies. I guess that’s why so many women have implants. They want to appear healthier to the male of the species.” I explained.
“But isn’t it kind of ridiculous to do that. I mean, take a girl in my class, for example. She has the biggest boobs in the school and she’s always absent because she has asthma and can hardly breathe. It doesn’t hold true in her case that just because they’re big that she’s healthy.” she said.
“Yea, but I’ll bet that when she’s there, she attracts more boys because of their size, right?” I asked.
“Well, yea, she always has two or three boys floating around her,” Beth said.
“Well that proves my point. Even though she isn’t the healthiest specimen, she appears that way because of the size of her breasts. I hate to admit it, but I’m sure that you get your fair share of boys hanging around you, don’t you?” I asked. She smiled a sly little grin.
“Well, I guess I do attract a couple now and then.” she said, blushing slightly.
“I’ll bet you’re prettier than that girl, too, aren’t you?” I asked. She blushed even more.

“I don’t know, she’s really pretty.” she said.
“Well, I may be prejudiced, but I think you’re the prettiest girl in that school.” I said. Beth smiled broadly.
“Yea, but you’re my Dad. You’re supposed to say things like that” she said.
“Let me tell you a little secret. When I saw your mom for the first time, the very first time, the only thing I saw were her big breasts. At the time, I couldn’t care less about anything else about her. In my mind she was just a big pair of boobs on legs.” I confessed. Beth laughed. “But when I got to know her, I found out that she was smart and beautiful and sexy. Not just because of her big boobs. So you know what that means, don’t you?” I asked.
“I don’t know. What?” Beth answered.
“Chances are that you’ll have big boobs when you get older. And because you’re very good looking and very smart, I’m going to have to carry a shotgun around with me all the time to ward off all of those boys.” I said smiling.
“Oh, come on, Daddy, I’m not all that” she said.
“OK, let’s forget for a minute that I’m your father. Stand up and let’s get a good look at you.” I said. Beth stood up beside the bed. “OK. I already know that you’re smart. I see your report cards. But because I’m not your father right now, I don’t know if you’re smart or not. Let’s see what I could possibly see in Beth Bridges. Hmm, let’s see. Well, she has a really cute figure. Her legs seem to be longer than they really are. That attracts the boys. Her hips are nicely shaped; not too fat or too thin. Good childbearing hips. Her tummy is flat and muscular. She probably doesn’t eat a lot. That’s good because I won’t have to spend a lot of money on food on a date. She has a nice butt. Not too fat and not too thin. That’s good because she doesn’t sit on it all day so she must be a good housekeeper. Nice boobs. Boy, they’re gonna be big when she gets older. That’s good because she’ll be able to feed my babies when they’re born, but until then they’ll be fun to play with. She’s got a really cute face. Her lips are not too big, just the perfect size to kiss. Her eyes are nice and clear. That’s good because she will be able to see clearly. And her arms aren’t fat. That means she can do all the things I ask her to do, like get me a beer.” Beth laughed throughout my little speech. I admit I was going for the laughs, but I was perfectly honest with her.
“Daddy, you’re crazy.” she said as she continued to laugh.
“Well, Honey, I admit I was trying to make you laugh, but everything I said was true. Boys don’t know what attracts them to certain girls, but they are.” Subliminally, they’re looking for girls who fit into one or more of those categories.
“So you really think that I’m pretty and I have a cute face and a nice butt?” she asked.

“Well, I’m your father, but if I were a young boy, yea, you’d be one of the girls I would be chasing.” I said. “Your mom was only a couple of years younger than you are when I first met her, you know.” I said. “I guess that’s why you remind me so much of her. You two could be twins almost. You look just like she did back then.” I said. She sat back down on the bed beside me.
“So you find me attractive?” she asked.
“Well, yea, if you weren’t my daughter, I’d be following you around like a lost puppy most of the day, just like I did your mother almost 20 years ago.”
“Is that why you were watching me when I was drying myself the last couple of times?” My heart stopped.
“Oh my God, Honey, I’m so sorry. I thought you didn’t notice. It’s been such a long time since your Mom died.” I stood and paced the room. “It’s just that you’re so beautiful and I haven’t, um, you know been with your mother, and, um…” I was so embarrassed. I was pacing back and forth in front of her. Beth grabbed my hand.
“Daddy, it’s OK.” she said. “I kind of wanted you to watch me. It made me feel so good inside.” she said.
“Honey, you did all that intentionally?” I asked.
“Daddy, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but since Mom died, I have tried to take her place. I’ve done all the things that she used to do, except one. I thought you might like it if I did EVERYTHING she used to do.” she said. I had to sit down. My mind was glowing from the thoughts that flowed through it. Was Beth saying that she wanted to completely replace Jan? Did she understand that she was implying that she wanted to have sex with me? I had to ask before I got myself into a lot of trouble.
“Beth, do you know what you’re saying?”
“Yea, I think so” she said.
“Tell me exactly what you mean, Honey, please.” I said. She was going to have to spell it out, because I couldn’t bring myself to think about what I thought she was implying.

“Well, Daddy, I have given this a lot of thought. Since Mom died, I have done all the things she did except for one. I have been thinking that if I let you make love to me, you’ll be your old self again. I’m old enough now to understand what this means. I know that you miss Mom very much and I just wanted to make you happy. So, if you want to, I’ll be your wife.” she explained.

“Beth, do you know what you’re saying? You want me to commit incest with my own daughter.” I said.
“I want to, Daddy.” she said. “I even spent some of my allowance for a surprise for you.” she said.
“You’ve been planning this?” I asked.
“Yea, for a while now. I thought that the time was right and I went and bought a couple of things that I thought you would like.” she said.
“Beth, you know I love you, I just can’t make love to you. It’s not right.” I said.
“Daddy, why do you think I left the bathroom door open in the first place? Why do you think I masturbated so you could see me doing it. I wanted to make you so horny that you’d want to do it to me.? she said.
“Well, Honey, you succeeded there.” I said.
“Would you let me show you what I bought before you start thinking too deeply about this?” she asked.
“Yea, Honey, what did you buy?” I asked. She grabbed a bag from her suitcase and went into the bathroom. She closed the door all the way this time. When she emerged, she took my breath away.

She was wearing a pair of red, sheer lace baby doll pajamas. I could see every feature of her body. I could tell her nipples were hard. I noticed the pubic hair that I had seen earlier was clearly visible through the material. I felt my cock jerk in my pajamas. “My God, you’re beautiful.” I said without thinking.
“Do you really like it?” she asked.
“Hell, a dead man would like it.” I said causing her to giggle.

“I also bought these.” she said and held out a 12-pack of condoms. “I might be ready to make love, but I’m not ready to have a baby, yet.” she said.
“But Honey, you’re my daughter, my little girl, my baby.” I said. “I just can’t.” She looked disappointed.
“But that’s not what that’s saying, Daddy.” she said as she pointed to my hard cock causing a bulge in my pajamas. “Daddy, I know that you’d never hurt me. I just want to be everything to you. I really need this. I need to know that you love me like you loved Mom. Please.” she begged me as she sat on my lap. As she did she reached down and grabbed my cock. “I know you want to” she said as she wiggled her tight little ass on my lap. Between her wiggling on my lap and her hand rubbing my cock, I succumbed to her. To see the look on her face when I wrapped my arms around her, was all I needed. But it wasn’t enough for Beth. She lowered her lips and kissed me on my lips. I was taken aback, slightly until I felt the heat in her kiss. I slowly started to return her heat. Her hand tightened on my cock as I started to French kiss her sexy little mouth. My mind raced.
Before I knew what was happening, Beth had her hand inside my pajamas and was massaging my fully-erect cock. I tried one last-ditch effort to stop her. I pushed her away from me. “Beth, we really shouldn’t be doing this.” I said. She started to cry.
“You don’t love me.” she sobbed.
“Beth, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this meant that much to you.” I said. I couldn’t believe that I was giving in to my daughter and seriously thinking of having sex with her. “OK, Honey, please stop crying. You can be my wife for tonight.” I said. Her face instantly lit up. She sat back down on my lap and continued from where she left off. Her lips were again open and our tongues were dancing. She reached for my cock again and this time succeeded in pulling it from my pajamas. I fidgeted, not really wanting to do this, but I knew it meant a lot to her so, I let it happen.
“Daddy, I want you to do the same things to me as you did to Mom. OK.” she said. I thought to myself that if I did that, she surely wouldn’t want to stop before we got to the real deal, but I agreed.
“OK, Honey, you’ll be my wife for tonight, if that’s what you want, but I’m not sure you understand what all that entails, do you?” I asked.
“I think I do.” she said but she was going to have to learn the hard way.
“Beth, your Mom was a really nice person during the day, but at night, she was quite the animal in bed. She liked things fast and hard. Do you understand that?” I asked.
“I think so. You mean that she would rather get fucked than be made love to?” she asked bluntly. I was surprised and shocked by her knowledge of the difference. And by her language.

“Your Mom loved to say that word.” I said.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll call you by your name instead of Daddy.” she said.
“Yea, it would definitely make me feel better about this. I could pretend that you are her.” I said.
“OK, Jimmy, I want you to fuck me right now.” she said. I smiled. She really did sound like her mother.
“OK, lets do this.” I said.
I turned to her and grabbed her shoulders and gave her a long sensual kiss. I ran my hands all over her body. By the time I broke the kiss, Beth was almost panting. “Take off my top.” I said. Beth unbuttoned my pajama top and slid it down my arms. After she had removed my top, she untied hers and let it just sit on her frame. I believed she wanted me to remove it, so I did. I marveled at the way her breasts jiggled with the movement on the bed. I lowered my lips and slowly caressed her nipples with my tongue.
“Oh, Da.., um, I mean Jimmy, that feels wonderful.” she said. I lowered my hand and squeezed her tit hard, just like her mother liked. As I did, she moaned in my ear. “Oh yea, I like that” she sighed. I bit her nipple gently and she practically leapt off the bed. “Oh God yeah.” she said. I began to think that she was too much like her mother. Jan would have done the same thing, but unless Beth really liked it, she would not have known this. I leaned Beth back on the bed and slowly pulled off her bottoms. Her tiny bush came into full view. I couldn’t believe how incredible horny I was at that time. I reached for her pussy and squeezed it firmly, just as Jan liked. “Oh shit, Jimmy, I love that” she said. I leaned down and spread her lips open. I was surprised how remarkably similar Beth’s pussy looked to Jan’s.
“Beth, you even look like your mother down here.” I said.
“Really?” she asked. I spread the tops of her lips apart, looking for what I thought would be a very small clit, but as I exposed it, I was shocked to find that Beth’s clit was just as large as Jan’s. I lowered my face to her clit with delight. Beth jumped as she felt my tongue glide over her clit. “Oh, that feels so much better than my finders.’ she stated. “Eat me, .Jimmy Make me come.” she begged, sounding remarkably like her mother. I dove into her saturated pussy with my tongue. She even tasted like her Mom. I began to lick her clit in earnest She wriggled and moaned, letting me know that she was enjoying what I was doing. As I continued to lick and suck her young clit, Beth slowly started to moan and wriggle her hips. I pulled the skin back from her clit, fully exposing it and began to suck it like a little cocky. Beth began to cry out and scream.
“OH. JIMMY I’M GONNA COME. PLEASE DON’T STOP OH GOD I NEED TO COME.” she screamed. Her hips were bouncing off the bed, just as her mother’s used to I inserted a finger into Beth’s virginal pussy and she screamed incredibly loud “OH FUCK, I’M COMING EAT ME. OH GAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWD ” She was writhing and screaming so loudly that I knew the people in the adjacent rooms must have heard it. Beth’s screams and moans slowly subsided until she just lay there panting and squeezing her breasts. I rolled from between her legs and almost before I stopped moving, Beth was over me with her head going for my cock.
“Beth, you don’t have to do that” I said.
“Yes I do. I know that you like it.” she said.

“And just do you know this?” I wondered. Beth closed her eyes and moaned in a low voice, “Oh yes, Jan, suck it.” I was embarrassed..
“So you listened to your Mom and me, did you?” I asked.
“Yea, it’s where I learned to play with myself. By listening to you two.” she explained. Before I could say any more, Beth’s warm mouth engulfed the engorged head of my cocky.
“Oh God yes, Baby, suck it.” I said without thinking.
“See, I told you.” Beth said as she raised her mouth from my turgid cock. I smiled. She had me there. She replaced her hot little mouth around my cock again and slowly began to inch more into it as she gently sucked my cocky.
“How do you know what to do down there?” I asked.
“I watched my girlfriend do it to her boyfriend under the bleachers in school.” she answered. She resumed her ministrations to my cock and soon I was really getting into it. Beth released my cock and slid her body up mine. She reached for the box of rubbers and pulled one from its wrapper. I put it on my engorged cock. She straddled my body and inched her pussy over my rock-hard prick. As she grasped my cock and put it against her entrance, I stopped her.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Beth?” I asked.
“I think I need it as much as you do.” she said.
“It might hurt.” I warned.
“I know, but I don’t care. I know you’ll be gently with me.” she said and proceeded to impale herself with my cocky. I pushed slowly into her wet little pussy. “Oh my God.” Beth moaned. “Oh God I never thought it would feel this good.” she sighed.

“Just be careful, Honey. Your cherry.” I said. She seemed to acknowledge my words but she continued to feed more and more of my cock into her tight hot little pussy. As I looked at my cock disappearing into her, I wondered why she hadn’t felt me break her cherry. But as I looked back at her, I saw her wincing in pain. “Oh God, are you alright, Baby?” I asked.
“Oh, Daddy, it hurts, but it feels so good.” she said. But she didn’t stop. As she sat up, I noticed a line of blood lying on the side of the condom. I knew I had broken her cherry. Beth continued to pump her tight pussy up and down my shaft. Soon her face relaxed and pure pleasure replaced the pain.

Beth put her hands on my chest and started to fuck me more intensely. “Oh God, Daddy, this feels so good.” she said. I marveled at how much she sounded like her mother. She was practically falling on my cock now. I watched as her pussy engulfed my cock again and again. Beth started moaning louder and louder. She reached and grabbed my hands and placed them on her bouncing tits. I obliged by squeezing and kneading them roughly, just as her mother liked. “OH DADDY, I’M GONNA COME ON YOUR HARD COCK. OH GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD.” she wailed as she pounded her pussy on my groin. ‘OH GOD, I’M COMING I’M COMING OH GAAAAAWWWWWD ” she screamed even louder than when I was eating her. She slammed her pussy down and undulated her hips on my pole and repeated over and over “OH! OH!” Before she had a chance to totally come down from her orgasm, I pushed her off me and got behind her and pulled her up to her knees I was going to fuck her doggy-style, like her mother loved As I pulled her to me, she looked around and actually pushed toward me when she felt my cock touch her pussy. It was still incredibly tight and it took three good pushes to get it buried in her snatch, but when it was fully inside her, Beth begged me to fuck her hard. “Oh, yeah, Daddy. Fuck me hard, like Mommy needed. Like I need ” she begged. I grasped her hips and started smacking my groin on her ass Beth began moaning almost immediately “Oh yea, FUCK ME.” she yelled “I was moving her on the bed. “ Oh God, your balls are hitting my clitty ” I began to feel the beginnings of my orgasm. Her tight pussy was milking the sap from me quickly.
“Oh God, Baby, You’re gonna make me come soon.” I said as I huffed and puffed behind her perfect little assn..
“I’m getting close too, Daddy. Don’t stop, OK.” she said. As I continued to pound my little girl’s pussy she became more vocal. I was trying my best to hold back my orgasm, but it was very difficult because of her tight pussy.

I felt her pussy begin to squeeze my cock mercilessly. I could no longer hold back and I grunted aloud. “OH GOD, JAN, I’M COMING ” I yelled
“I’M COMING DADDY. OH GOD, I’M COMING FUCK ME HARDER OH YEA OH GAAAAAAWWWWD ” We came together in a torrent of emotion and screams and moans As I expelled the last of my seed into the rubber, I collapsed beside my daughter and panted for the longest time. Beth rolled to me and kissed me gently on the lips. “Did you hear what you called me?” Beth said softly.
“No, Baby, I didn’t,” I said softly.
“You called me Jan.” Beth said, a tear forming in the corner of her eye.
“I did?” I wondered and as I replayed the scene in my mind I realized she was right. “Oh Honey, I’m sorry. It’s just that you sound and feel so much like your mother, I kind of got carried away.” I explained.
“You don’t have to apologize, Daddy. I liked it. It made me feel good.”
As we left the hotel the next morning, I noticed that Beth was walking funny. “Are you OK, Beth?” I wondered.

“Well, I’m a little stiff down there.” she said. “Not that, but my butt hurts.” she expounded.
Beth became my wife from that time on. She is a beautiful, well-adjusted woman. We continued fucking like rabbits. Every time she came home from college, we were right on each other like separated lovers. Beth has since married, but still, on rare occasions when we can be alone, we still kindle the sexual relationship that started when she became my ‘wife.’” I love my Beth. She’ll always be my only little girl.
It’s very interesting writing from the male viewpoint. Keeping my mind focused as I believe a man would think is very interesting and not the easiest thing to do. The story above was the first attempt by me of writing in this style.
I would be interested in hearing from the men who read this to let me know if it sounds like a guy wrote it or does it sound like something a woman wrote trying to think as a man and failed. Thanks for reading it. Now let me hear it.
Kisses
Jenni

That last guy was an idiot !!! I hope you read this,it’s now mid Oct. Well I thought it was great, but wordy, like a woman would want it to be - Guys want action, girls want Danielle Steele type drama. Once again you’re the QUEEEN,kisses.
I’ll do the opposite
Kisses by SoopaFly
“Close the door!!!” I yelled again from the shower. I felt bad when I saw the look of rejection come across his face. He’s my husband, and we are on our way out.
“It’s the f$%^%^%$ phone for you, Dumbass! I gotta go, see ya later,” said Mark.

I am mean, but with good reason. He’s lucky that I’m still with him, let alone being with him in the first. I could’ve married B4rry.
I get out the shower and get to the phone - BLAAAAMM!!! why did Mark slam the door like that? In a towel I was about to open the door and cuss his limp-dick ass out-in the street, when I saw the note left on the counter.
“Hel - Hello?” I almost forgot about the phone.
“Hey auntie, wuzup?” It was my favorite nephew. He’s a Cornerback at Rutgers, Accountant major, so well mannered and damn he’s fine!! He got that pretty wavy Puerto-Rican hair. It must be from his father’s side of the family, but his dad is bald- who knew!!! We were SUPPOSED to got to pick him up and go to dinner altogether, but Mark is an A$$hole.
“Hey Jimmy, how are you?” He’s got Spring Break and dammit if I only knew ahead of time, I could have planned something more special for my Gladiator.
“Not so good. I need a favor, don’t tell uncle Mark, I really don’t need to hear his mouth right now.” Jimmy sounded irritated.
“Why, what happened”, I said.
“Auntie I did something so stupid I could freakin’ die.” He never curses. He’s so fine. 6′2″ and 200 lbs. I know becuase he told me when I asked him at his graduation.
“Well explain it to me so I can help you, Sweetheart.” Oh Lord what did one of those little bitches at his school get him into. You know they want him. Little lucky bitches! Don’t let me have to kill one of they asses!
“You are not going to look at me different are you?” he said sheepishly.
If the man knew how I look at him now. i wonder what he thinks of me?

“You know I got your back thick or thin. What is it?” Maybe he’s in jail. Damn I gotta be nice to Mark and get some money - FUCKIT I’ll spend my money and make that fool Mark buy me something expensive come Christmastime. He’s due.
“Auntie, I am pledging this fraternity, and I drove this guys car to the store with my license suspended could you bail me out?”
“Sure, baby” I got dressed and went to the car- what’s this paper? Oh shit the note from Mark. “Enough is enough, Goodbye babY”
He betta stop playing!! I KNOW he’s not leavin me - I was supposed to leave his tired a$$!! Fuckit my neph neph needs me!
I get to the police station bail him out and plans are not going to be dampered by bullshit! Not for my Athletic handsome hunk-of-a-man.
We went to a spot I know in the Village. For those of you living on Pluto, the village is a very artsy section of NYC, and with the arts (and NYC) come queens. (Homosexual men) And I’ll kick all they asses, looking at my Scholar.
We ate at a place that has outside tables and the best lobster in Manhattan. I was here before with my girlfriends from work.
“Thanks for that again, Aunt Sahima.” His voice is so much deeper. He’s also a bit taller and damn that ain’t 200 lbs!! He’s still growing at 21. I always thoght he was fine, but shit I’m trying not to stare at his gorgeous hair-eyes-hands. Shit I’m getting wet!
“I’ll do it all over again tomorrow. We need to know when you need money or anything, baby. So things like this won’t happen.”
“I sure wouldn’t have drove, if I thought my license was suspended. It was 3 of us!”
We ate and decided to walk around Washington Square Park. It looks just like the movies. People playing music, playing with their dogs or playjng chess or whatever. I love New York! I grab him by the elbow and we talk.
My mind is on Uh-Huh mode as I admire his walk and the leaves. conversation was about school and him. I think I could wring my panties and fill a wineglass.
“…And when we go to West Virginia we need to –” He stopped in his tracks.
“What’s wrong?”
“I left my keys in the car. Nobody is at the house, they all went to Bermuda to see my Dad’s Ma”
That’s right! That’s where that pretty hair comes in. I can’t help it.
“Well you know you can stay over for however long you want.”
“You sure?” he looked at me with this sinister look upon his face and looked me up and down and smiled.
“what the..Of COURSE!”
“How can I say no to my favorite aunt.”
“I am?” I bit my bottom lip.
“You know you are.” He went to kiss me on the cheek. I turned towards him and let him kiss my mouth. He lost his breath. Me too. We smiled at each other as I put my hands around his neck. He held my waist and pulled me close. I knew it! I felt his manhood beginnig to rise, and kissed him genly again. Wait what will people think? I looked around and nobody’s paying us any attention. We are in the crowded park, inthe overpopulated city that never sleeps - yet we are alone. Fuckit! It’s New York Fuckin’ City, And I haven’t felt like this since I was a little older than him I’m only 35. (His mother is the oldest of 4,I’m the baby)
We continue to kiss and I’m so ready.
“You ready?” I ask him. “Let’s get outta here,”he smiles.
We got a lil smoke from the park, and by the time we were home I was groovin’.
No talk. We know (always knew) what was in store. I open the door, we enter the living room. I turn on music and he goes to the bathroom.
He comes out and surprise me with his strong arms, turns me around- very domineering and tongues me to suffocation.
I take a breath and off goes my blouse and heels. “You know I always wanted yoaaaa..”
I couldn’t do nothing but lean on him to stay on my feet. He had squeezed my ass so tight and close that I felt his manhood begging for me through our clothes! I was so wet and hungry. He grabs my breasts and takes them out from underneath the bra.
“You better be matchin’,” He said.
“Always baby, always.” I whisper.
I let myself go and kneel in front of him.
Like a pornstar he looks down at me and unbucles his kackies. He was so beautiful and dark. I played with his mushroom with my tongue. I had to taste him.
“Whoa whoa stop playin’ with my head. I t makes me have to pee.”
“Well, if you gotta go” I engulf his throbbing manhood-and I gag.
“HAAAAUUCK!!!!’” I almost throw-up, and my eyes water.
“ooooooohhh, you ok? Sound like you’re about to die.”
“Shut-up” I start to masturbate through my stockings as I work. I’ve been waiting sooo looong for this stud.
“I been wanting you to do that for sooo —”
I engulf it-deep throat.
He loses the power of speach with his mouth wide open and his eyes crossing like a drunk. I look up at him like I’m Betty Boop. “You like that, Daddy?”
“Uh-huh, oh baby- fuck this” He stands straght up and jerks a bit while he brings me up and kneels me on the couch. Ohmygoodness I can’t believe it.
I get ONE LEG on the flippin couch , and he has lifted my skirt and commenses to eat me from the back - THRU MY STOCKINGS.
I put my butt down, almost sat on him.
“We better stop,” I cry.
“Stop playin.”
He pulls my panties and stockings down and takes my dress off. THEN he steps back as if he’s a stripper. He takes off his shirt and - I didn’t know. I thought I knew But the man is COCK DIESEL! and his cock is calling for me. I play with myself and he lifts up my ankles and “OOOOOOOOOhh SHIT”
This motherfucker is so big ==== and in circles he thrusts himself home and blends me into a frenzy. after about a few pull-outs and reinsertions he backs up.
“mmmhhm mmmhmhm - Why you stop baby,?”
“I don’t want to cum yet.” He gets between my legs ans starts to to OMIGOD I feellike cummin too, “I I I”m CUMMMINNNN ”
“mhmm MHMMM ” he fucks me with his tongue, motioning my ass to hump his face. I lift my legs and do it up!!
“OOOooh, OOohh Ooogggoood yessss OOOhh OOOOOOOOOOOOhhhh shit SHITTT!!!!”
Why is Mark’s corny ass comin though the door!!!
He says “See, that’s ok. Jimmy stay right there”
…….And starts unzippin his pants!!!!!!-I Knew it!!!




Hi Jenni:
Just read your longer tale for the 3rd or 4th time. Your writing is so good that I really hate to criticize anything, but you did ask for some honest feedback re “a woman attempting to be a man” writing about his daughter:
The biggest thing that did not ring true to me was that “Jimmy” admitted that he cried at one point earlier in the story. OK, a guy might cry, but unless he is a pansy (and not that there is anything whatsoever wrong about being a pansy, Seinfeld might remind us), he is not going to admit it in a story that he is telling. Or if he does tell about his crying, let him be at least embarrassed and adequately sheepish about what otherwise would be considered his “unmanliness”.
Again, a guy does not refer to his cock as his “cocky” as Jimmy does several times in the throes of his pleasant memories. It sounds more like what a young woman might say in her description of a sexual event or a mother describing her very young son’s appendage.
A couple minor nitpicking things:
You use spell-check and of course it catches a lot of words not spelled correctly. But, as you know, it will not catch the difference between “on” and “one” and early on I had to read one of your lines several times as it did not make literal sense until I substituted “one” for the “on” as it appeared in your story.
Almost invariably “yea” or “Yea” is used instead of “yeah”. The latter word was used only once that I can recall without my doing another reread. It is probably just me, but all my life I have heard and used “yeah” - so I personally prefer it. “Yea” is a word I seem to associate with the words of the King James version of the Bible “Yea, verily I say unto you…” etc.
Overall, however, your writing is head and shoulders above anything else that could ever be written by me or any other critic in these forums. And not to get too personal, it seems to me that your enthusiasm for your work truly makes it a “labor of love” and your pictorial contributions are, generally, always first-class. For all of that, I, for one, sincerely thank you.
Rogelio
Jenni,
Sweetheart I loved the story and I would say that yes, You did have the “Dad’s” perspective down well but I saw what would have been how the “Daughter” would tease him into wanting to get him to notice so you did capture both in a good paced story. I for one would take the chance to “glimps” at my “daughter” when she was that age and growth. I have spyed on my step sister (and her name was Jenny too) when I had the chance and that was before I was caught by her mother. I was only 6 months older than her so we did have an even paced view of each other. She had no interest in me but I would get her panties and take in the heady essence as I jacked off. MMM I loved that smell and I love oral for that same reason.
You my dear lady did a beautiful job in this writing, a keeper.
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Bee Healthy, eat your honey daily!!