extrem incest

This story is made up by me, based on bits and pieces from historic things I’ve read years ago.

It’s the late 19th Century and there lived a man called Edward. He was a gentleman in his late fifties and he had a proud large grey beard and handlebar moustache. Edward was a respectable man, and he was also an artist and he painted nude portraits of women during his spare time. Photography was new in those days for someone like him, coming across it took learning. He soon mastered it and photographed people, and in private he took pictures of naked ladies he had met. These women were not common prostitutes but wives and relatives of other respected gentlemen. Money was exchanged, but no sex.

One day his daughter came to visit him. She was a beautiful woman of 29, with thick brown hair, blue eyes and a rosy face. She was called Charlotte, a mother of three small children and married to a young blond doctor, who was away in France. She left her children in the care of their nanny. She only wanted to see her father and look at his new hobby of photography and also because she missed him. It was many months since she last saw him.

Charlotte met her father Edward at the train station and then they departed in a horse drawn cab. He took her into his study room and workshop, revealing the photographs he made of stiff-faced people and friends. He showed her the paintings of landscapes, and some nudes. Charlotte had always known father painted naked ladies so this didn’t surprise her, but Edward didn’t show her the photographs of nudes.

However, Charlotte found them. After dinner, she explored the workshop and came upon the photos in a leather book, and it shocked her. She wondered what her father was doing taking pictures of women without any clothes on. She assumed it was the same principle as posing nude for a painting. Then Charlotte had an idea. She went to see her father who was sitting in a dining room alone, smoking from his pipe and reading.

“Papa, I request that you to paint me.”
“Yes, certainly my daughter. I’ve painted your portraits ever since you were a child. I’ve painted your doll house, your cat and the garden. I even painted you wearing that white dress sitting amongst the flowers.”
“No papa,” she said. “I want you to paint me a different way.”
He was surprised and raised his eyebrows. “Explain.”
She told him, “I would like to be painted nude.”
The man coughed on his pipe, and winced. He looked at his daughter who was staring at him with large beckoning eyes. “Good lord!”
She looked down at her dress and spoke softly. “Papa, I want to do this. You have never seen me like that before, undressed and vulnerable like those nymphs in your art. It is only for exploration and self fulfillment. You needn’t tell anyone else but we may keep it to ourselves.”
“But why?”
“It will make me feel like a goddess!” she answered.
Later that day, Edward prepared his paints and canvas. He lit the candles and placed the lantern on the table, setting a good light. What was left of natural daylight was beginnning to fade when Charlotte entered the room dressed only in a long gown. Edward placed a soft armchair in front of his eazel, so he could let her sit on it.
Charlotte stood in front of her father and removed her gown, letting it drop around her feet. Now she stood before him, as naked as the bare ladies who posed for him over the years. He stared at her lovely figure, looking at her full big breasts swaying as she walked over to the chair and sat down. He looked at her narrow waist and round tummy, signs of motherhood showing there. He looked at her luscious dark pubic mound. He gazed at her white curved legs and small feet, and he felt himself stiffen.
He had trouble painting her, especially when she raised one leg over the arm of the chair and exposed more of her furry pussy to him. Edward trembled, and couldn’t keep his hand still. He made an outline of his daughter on the sheet, then clutched his hardness, hoping she couldn’t see. Edward soon lost his senses, and he put his work down. He went over to Charlotte and lookked at her body.
She felt puzzled.
“What is it, papa?”
Edward’s hands cupped her large soft breasts. “Charlotte, my precious daughter, I cannot paint you for now. Please get dressed or I will do something wicked.”
Charlotte touched his hand and looked up at him, and she felt a burning desire growing within her.
“Papa, I must apologise.”
“Never be sorry” he whispered, and his cock pushed against his trousers. She saw it then, and realised the effect her body was having on him. Charlotte felt her father’s hands squeaze her breasts and she panted.
Now Edward knelt down and gobbled one of her big breasts, sucking, kissing, teasing it. He ate her other breast, and she gasped for air. “Papa!” she cried, which sounded like shock. In fact, Charlotte was very excited. Edward licked, sucked and caressed her breasts with his mouth, shaking them and watching her breasts flow in his hands, then his face swam in between them. This was heaven to him.
Charlotte had been fondling with herself and enjoying the sensation of her father kissing her breasts. Then Edward looked into her eyes and he watched the wonderful expressions on her face alter as he placed his hand over her pubic hair. His fingers felt her moist pussy and he kissed her fully on the lips. Edward parted her legs wide, and studied her pussy, examining each detailed fold and pube. He opened her labia lips and gazed at the wet little hole shining in front of him.
He pressed his face against her pussy and he feasted on her, swallowing her juices and any stray pubic curls. She tasted so sweet. Charlotte held his head as she felt orgasm building up from every lash of his tongue against her clitoris. His huge beard touched her soft skin, and he loved her silky bush on his face.
She climaxed, but he got up and removed his cock from his trousers. He pushed it inside Charlotte’s hole and he rammed it in fully towards her womb. He banged her inside and out in slow motion, then he moved faster. They fucked like animals for what seemed eternity, until both orgasmed together. Edward made loud grunts and his sperm came into her body.
“Papa, that was naughty of you to fuck me!”
“You beckoned me” he said, kissing her breasts and face.
They parted, and she covered herself in the gown. She hurried from the room and couldn’t believe what just happened. She enjoyed every moment of it but the whole thing itself was wrong in the eyes of decent society. She regarded it must be a sin and was afraid God would punish them both for it. Then she remembered her father was an artist, and artists often paint their daughters naked.
The next day, Edward was seeing Charlotte off at the train station.
“Keep this a secret” he told her.
She promised she would. Their lips touched and his hand stroked her rear gently.
“I loved it very much, papa. Can we do this again?”
Edward only smiled. He knew it was possible, because he was an artist and he had the excuse that he was painting her if they were ever caught!