extrem incest

I first realized that I loved my father more than just as his daughter when I turned thirteen. This is when I began to go through the stages of puberty and became interested in my sexuality. I begun having nightly fantasies and would timidly touch my budding breasts and hairless pussy. After a few weeks of this new-found pleasure, it suddenly hit me who I thought of as my mystery man who was helping me explore these new feelings: my father.
At forty six he was well-toned and still the ever-charming man that my mother fell in love with. My fantasies began increasing each night and I would masturbate myself into frenzy thinking about all of the wonderfully erotic ways my father could pleasure my young body.


Even though I did not want to hurt my mother, I still knew that someday I would have my daddy for myself. My parents and I had always been close so I did not hesitate to sit down with my mother and ask her what she thought was the best way for me to seduce a man.
Looking back, I can tell that she was shocked by my question especially because I was only thirteen and obviously still a virgin. However, I know that she did not want to scare me away from her, so she calmly asked me who the boy was and I told her that it was not a boy I desired, but a man.

I bet she was really freaking out at this point, but she kept her cool and continued to ask me about the situation. However, I did not want to divulge too many details for fear that she would find out the man that I craved also happened to be her husband and my father.
Finally, she just told me that the best thing to do would be to subtly suggest to the man that I was interested in him, but that I should do so, not through my words, but with my actions. I should show him how much I wanted him, she told me.

And that is exactly what I set about doing. Over the course of the next week, I began to try dressing older and even slightly similar to my mother, in hopes that this would attract my father to me. My most daring venture was one incident that took place while I was showering. My father rushed in apologizing but explaining that he really had to use the bathroom and the other was already being used.
Our shower curtain was of the cloudy design, so he could not actually see my body but rather just my form, and of course he could hear me over the streaming of the water.

While he was taking care of business, I began rubbing myself gaining intense pleasure through my bare little pussy all the way up through my tiny but hardened nipples. I started whimpering a little and followed with a slightly more courageous moan expressing my pleasure. My father asked if I was ok, and embarrassed but not discouraged, I began panting as my hand put more pressure and faster movement on my mound, rubbing so hard my skin was turning red.
Even more daring now, I moaned ‘daddy’ as I intensely orgasmed, realizing that all that separated me from my father at that moment was a thin shower curtain.

I could not see my father’s face at this time, but I knew that he had been in the room a few minutes longer than was probably necessary listening to me pleasure myself.
After my orgasm, I sunk to the floor weakened by the intense wave of pleasure. I then heard daddy slip quietly out the door.

Throughout the week I thought I was executing my plan perfectly. Little did I know that my discussion with my mother had sparked her interest enough that she found where I kept my secret diary, which at my naivety, was filled completely with numerous father/daughter fantasies that I had been having.
One day she approached me with what she knew. I was outraged at the violation of privacy and extremely embarrassed that she was now aware of my secret love for her husband. After listening to me scream and cry for a few moments of her betrayal, my mother forced me to calm down and told me she wanted to help me.

I immediately assumed she meant she wanted to get me counseling or send me to some place far away from her and my father. But I was wrong. Her suggestion left me completely stunned. She proposed that she help me seduce my father.
At this point I began to think my mother was crazier than I was, but decided to go along with her plan due to my desperate desire for my father. Although, her surprising suggestion made sense after she told me that she had lost her virginity to her uncle at 14 and was excited about the opportunity she had to give me a similarly amazing experience.

Although I did not find out the details until I was older, my mother sat down my father with the proposal right after our little chat.
I think she had to talk him into it, but after telling him of her own incest experience, my father decided that he wanted to be the one to explain the wonderful world of sexual pleasure to me.

To help me feel like I was actually “seducing” my father, my mother told me it would be best if I just wore my cotton white panties complete with my new training bra to bed one night. She then told me that I was to go in during the early part of the night and crawl into bed with her and my father feigning that I was scared and did not want to sleep alone; an action that I did frequently as a young child.
I remember being so excited that night as my parents tucked me into bed, me just wearing my basic underwear due to the “summer heat.” After each kissed me goodnight, my mother winked at me as they left for bed together.

I did not even try to sleep a little. I waited about an hour and then crept slowly and nervously into my parent’s room. I could tell that they had probably just fallen asleep because my father was not snoring yet. I softly climbed into their bed and snuggled in between them, my bottom pushed up against my father’s penis, just as my mother had explained.
As I laid there for a moment facing my mother, I saw her open her eyes. She had not been asleep at all and could tell by her mischievous grin. She then whispered to me that I should start rubbing little butt against daddy.

I felt my father drape his arm across my stomach and his hand came up and began rubbing my little buds through my training bra.He began moaning ‘baby’ in my ear as he started grinding his growing erection against my behind. I then started moaning ‘daddy’ in response and continued rubbing myself against him and felt his penis begin pushing through his briefs and into my crack through my tiny panties.
“Mmmm daddy that feels so good,” I moaned louder.

That is what finally got him to wake up. Surprised, or maybe he was pretending to be surprised, my father sat up a little and asked me what I was doing there.
I told him that I loved him very much and wanted him to make me his little woman, instead of his little girl.

After he just looked at me for a few quite moments, he told me that he loved his little girl very much, but that he would also enjoy making me into a woman, very gently, he emphasized.
He turned me around in his arms and started kissing me like they do in the movies, or at least that is what I was thinking when he pushed his tongue into my mouth, gently probing mine.

I felt his large hands circle my butt through my panties and gently squeeze my cheeks as he pushed his engorged penis against my moistening pussy. Kissing him harder in return I clutched onto his large shoulders and used them to pull myself closer to him, instinctively beginning to hump him with my panty covered mound.
After what seemed like a glorious couple of hours, which probably only lasted minutes, daddy pulled away and started kissing my neck and began working his way down over my neck, my shoulders, and finally he kissed my tiny breasts though the thin material of my training bra. He reached around and undid the clasp and pulled the tiny triangles away from the aching pleasure in my breasts.

He used his tongue to flick at each nipple and then gently sucked each bud into his mouth, knowing that as I was still developing; my breasts were still really sensitive and would get sore easily.
After a few moments, he continued kissing, his tongue trailing down my ribs, my stomach, the lining of my panties. He brought his hand to cup my now very wet mound through my underwear and just held me for a moment as he looked at the pleasure he was causing me shining in my eyes. I really think that is the moment, I officially fell in love with my father; with his tenderness and loving of his young child turning into a woman.
I continued to moan and cry out ‘daddy’ throughout his passionate exploration of my young untouched body.
Finally he removed my panties and began to use his tongue tracing circles on my bare pussy. Briefly he licked my hardened clit and sucked it into his mouth, causing me to have an orgasmic reaction on the spot.
He reached up to gently caress my face and began kissing me passionately again. Completely nude now, I pushed my wet pussy against his hardness and began grinding furiously against him. I pulled away from the kiss and asked if I could see it.
I put my hands on his as his pulled his underwear off, allowing his penis to spring to life.
Surprised but curious, I reached out and touched the precum that oozed out of the tip. Daddy then asked me to wrap my hands around hard ‘cock.’ I had never heard the term before, but became even more aroused when I tried saying it myself.
I did as he asked and began running both of hands up and down, squeezing his shaft tighter when he asked. I used one hand to cup his large balls as the other continued stroking up and down. Daddy started breathing really heavy and told me that I should stop or he would come.
At first I did not know what he meant. ‘Come?’ I thought. He was already here with me, what did he mean? When I asked what he meant, daddy laughed in good humor about my innocence but then explained to me the process of male ejaculation.
He told me that a man will do it inside a woman to make her pregnant. Although I already knew how to make babies, the sexual side of the process began to sink in.
I told daddy that I wanted him to come inside of me even though he could not make me pregnant yet as I still had not had my first period. Even more aroused, my daddy told me that it was time he made me a woman. He shifted me so that I was lying on my back with him directly over me. His cock hung low and pointed toward my pussy. Reaching down, daddy used his hands to separate my legs and told me to spread them wide for him, like I was doing the splits.
I spread them as I wide as I could and placed my hands on my daddy’s strong arms, bracing myself for what I knew could be a painful experience. Daddy leaned down covering my entire body with his much larger one. He began kissing me hard again, making me really wet and ready for him. I could feel the head of his cock brushing against my clit before feeling it begin to enter my tight hole. I started getting a little scared at this point and even started crying a little, explaining my fear that I did not think his huge cock would fit inside of me.
He then pulled away a little and reached down with one of his hands. He used his index finger to start rubbing around my entrance hole. Suddenly his finger shot inside my tightness and started thrusting in and out. It felt so good I began crying out again, only this time in pleasure. After a few minutes, daddy added another finger, which hurt a little for a moment but then only added pleasure.
As I came close to another orgasm, daddy stopped and asked if I thought I was ready. At that point all I wanted was to appease that enormous pressure that had built up inside of me, so I began begging that he put his huge cock inside of my tight virginity.
He warned me that the best way was to just do it quickly, and he suddenly thrust himself entirely into me.I gasped with the shock and small bit of pain. I started crying a little again but told daddy ‘thank you for making me woman.’ Daddy left himself inside of me for a moment to allow me to adjust to my broken virginity.
‘Now daddy,’ I told him, and felt him begin to slowly slide in and out of me. I felt the pain becoming replaced my the insistent pressure I had felt before as he thrust his cock in and out of my pussy kissing me tenderly as we made love.
I had forgotten all about my mother during this process and turned my head slightly to look at her as our lovemaking raged on. Her eyes were closed, but I saw her hand moving faster and faster against her pussy under the covers. I imagine she was imaging the time her uncle first made her a woman.
I had orgasm after orgasm as my daddy pounded into my young pussy, feeling his balls slapping against me with each thrust. Soon he was panting harder and harder, grunting and moaning my name. I knew he was getting close and he suddenly cried out he was coming. I felt his hot liquid pour into my young pussy as his thrusts slowed. Breathing heavy, he collapsed and slowly slid off of me, but pulled me into his arms kissing my forehead. He began thanking me over and over for letting him be my first.
I told him that I didn’t just want him to be my first; I wanted him to be my only.

The next few years were a whirl of normalcy, gloriousness and bittersweet memories.
I went to school like any other girl, and even became a cheerleader once I got into high school. The only difference was, I did not date anyone except for my father, and just pretended to be shy when it came to matters dealing with boys my own age. I never regretted once not dating other guys. The kind of love I feel for my father is more real and intense than some people ever experience during their lifetime.
My mother and I still have a great relationship, although she and my father ended up getting a divorce not long after he and I became involved. He spent so much time making love to me and falling in love with me, as a lover does, that their marriage suffered. My mother is happy though. She is actually now living with her uncle as reunited lovers. I don’t think she ever really got over him.
I am nineteen years old now, and am still so in love with my father, and I can only wish this happiness on the rest of you that may already be, or simply wish to be involved in an incestuous relationship.

As Benjamin Disraeli once said, “We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.”