Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | Melissa Tells All (Entire Story)
Part: Entire Story
Universe: Home
Summary: A beautiful young woman, falling in love, realizes she 
can't hide something from her boyfriend. But will he love her 
after she tells him about her dark secret?
Keywords: MF, mf, Mf, Ff, consensual, incest, bi, spank, cheat, 
oral, mast
Revision: 2.00
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Melissa Tells All 
By Pookie


Chapter 1


One afternoon, after classes were over for the day, Mark and I 
were lying together on my bed in the apartment I was sharing with 
two close friends near the campus of a major university in the 
South. We were talking and touching. We just couldn’t keep our 
hands off each other. Things had definitely begun to get serious 
between us. We had been dating for a while, and I expected him to 
soon ask me to be his girlfriend.

It wasn’t long before we stopped talking and began kissing and 
stripping each other. We were both ready to fuck the afternoon 
away.

Mark bent over me and kissed me deeply and lovingly, our tongues 
twirling in the other’s mouth. He kissed my face all over, the 
tip of my nose, my eye brows, my ears, my chin. Little hot and 
cold flashes raced down my spine making me squirm in his embrace. 
His lips trailed down my body leaving a small wet path.

The coolness of the moisture made me shiver. Goose bumps appeared 
on my skin. He paid particular attention to my erect nipples, 
flicking them with his tongue and scraping them with his teeth. 
The slight pain felt delicious and made them harder yet. All the 
while his fingers were dancing on my clit between my slightly 
parted legs, caressing it gently before he slipped two fingers 
into my dripping pussy.

He moved lower, paying particular attention to my belly button, 
until his mouth finally covered my cunt. I pushed against his 
face to meet his tongue as he fucked me with it. My pussy was on 
fire and I moaned through a tremendous orgasm.

I opened my legs even wider and pulled my knees up. Mark moved 
over my body and the head of his cock teased me between my pussy 
lips. I wanted him inside me and wiggled my hips to get my 
opening lined up with his cock. When he could no longer resist, 
he thrust himself into my tight hole with one smooth stroke.

My pussy gripped his cock snugly as he drove deep and hard into 
my body. I pushed my hips up to meet his every stroke. We looked 
deeply into each other’s eyes and I knew he wouldn’t last long.

Mark pushed himself into me as far as possible and threw his head 
back groaning as his cock exploded deep inside me. My own orgasm 
consumed me and I pulled him tight to me as we both gave our all 
to the other. When we both were wasted, we collapsed together, 
touching and enjoying each other in the aftermath. With our eyes 
closed we were breathing deeply, covered in sweat, slowly coming 
down from our sexual high.

The wheels in my mind started to turn and I just had to think 
about me and my situation with Mark. I had been dating Mark for 
some time and had fallen deeply in love with him. I knew he had 
the same feelings for me, but he had yet to actually say it, or 
ask me to be his exclusively. I knew he wasn’t seeing anyone 
else, and he knew I had been turning down dates with others for 
weeks as well.

Recently I had realized that we were reaching a point in our 
relationship where it could become permanent. And I wanted him in 
my life, not just for now but for years to come. When I was with 
him, he always made me feel like I have wanted a guy to make me 
feel. I felt love, devotion, attention, excitement and sincerity. 
And I felt so sexy with him.

He made me feel like I was the center of his world. He made love 
to me like I was his princess and his slut all in one. I was 
determined not to let him get away from me. Perhaps I wasn’t 
quite ready for marriage yet, but something kept telling me that 
this man was my future husband.

But then again, here I was, a twenty-year-old coed, living a wild 
and free life, with friends who were quite wild themselves. Being 
away from home gave me the perfect place to be myself without my 
parents hovering around me, and I usually took advantage of that 
freedom every moment that I could. However, I knew that I 
sometimes behaved too wild for my own good.

Was I ready to settle down some now? Be less wild?

My friends and family have said for years that I was way too 
flirty. Some have said I acted like the clichéd cute blonde 
bimbo. I’m not a dumb blonde though. I have always made straight 
A’s.

I had always been somewhat of a ‘wild child’ when growing up. I 
have always loved the adventure of doing things on impulse. Too 
often though, it led to problems. Having very liberal minded 
parents I got away with things that most of my friends never did.

I have never been shy about sex. In fact, I have always been very 
adventurous when it comes to making my body feel good. Normally I 
have been careful though so that I wouldn’t get into too much 
trouble. My parents didn’t mind if I had sex, as long as I was 
smart about it. But once in a while, I did step too far across 
the line.

Mom knew the type of person I was - adventurous. It probably was 
because of that knowledge that she had me begin birth control 
when I was just fourteen, and I lost my virginity shortly 
thereafter. Mom realized that she wouldn’t be able to tame me. 
So, she did her best to protect me from myself. She’s always been 
tough on me, wanting to shield me from my highly sexual nature.

My mother and I have always had a somewhat strained relationship. 
My brother, Sam, got along with her much better than I ever did. 
He was two years older than me though. I figured she thought he 
was more mature than I was. However, Mom also got along better 
with my sister, Jessica, who most people just called Jessie. She 
was two years younger than me. There was no way Mom could ever 
think she was more mature than me, especially when we both were 
younger. She giggled way too much.

The problem between me and Mom seemed to be rooted in her ability 
to read my mind. She seemed to know what I was going to say 
before I said it. She seemed to know what I was thinking just by 
looking at me. It was freaky scary at times. That certainly was 
not a good thing for a teen chick that loved to be wild and 
daring, especially behind her parents’ backs.

I knew she loved me to death, and yet Mom was probably the only 
person who could intimidate me while I was growing up. My daddy 
almost always let me get away with murder, but Mom always won out 
and dished out some kind of punishment. When she used my full 
name ‘Melissa Elizabeth Martin’, I would just cringe, because 
what followed was usually not pleasant for me.

She could get really picky about my screw-ups. The result of all 
that was that I did more and more things behind her back, which 
just made things worse in the end if I was found out.

The main thing that saved me from being locked in a tower 
somewhere until I was eighteen was that I did make straight A's 
in school. And since I always made good grades, my mom seemed to 
go easier with her punishments than I probably would have 
deserved. When I wasn’t in trouble, she let me have more freedom. 
And I took advantage of it whenever I could, which usually led me 
into more trouble. It was a bit of a vicious circle.

Daddy told me one time that Mom and I had the same personality. 
But when she was growing up, she had to suppress her wild side 
because of her strict conservative parents. I was getting to do 
things that Mom always wanted to try, but never dared when she 
was my age.

Once I left home for college, I continued to be a wild child. But 
then I met Mark. I liked him right away, actually more than liked 
him. I somehow sensed his special qualities and wanted to think 
that he thought I was special, too. But he had a girlfriend at 
the time, so I kept my eyes on him. When we both ended up single 
at the same time, I pushed myself to the front of his line of 
potential dates.

When he asked me out I readily agreed and our relationship 
quickly took on a depth for both of us.

So here we were, in the afternoon, lying on my bed facing each 
other. Mark began telling me how much he loved me, and cherished 
what we had together. Instinctively, I realized he was going to 
ask me for a commitment. However, I knew that I couldn’t make 
that commitment just yet. First, I had to tell him something 
important. I couldn’t enter a commitment with this man I loved 
more than anyone before him without telling him everything about 
me.

What I needed to tell him was a huge secret that I had never told 
anyone. I wasn’t ashamed of what I had kept a secret. But at the 
same time, I was concerned because of the damage that this secret 
could cause to us as a couple, as well as to my family.

It was a secret that was very thrilling to me, but would totally 
shock Mark. If I took a huge risk telling him my secret, it might 
cause us to split up and Mark might forever look at me with 
disgust. I even had to fear that in that case he might tell it 
all over campus making it impossible for me to continue at this 
university. I had to tell him though. I had to tell him all. I 
couldn’t risk him finding out later and hurting him worse for 
keeping it from him.

And I had to hope. Hope that he would understand, hope that he 
would still love me, hope that we wouldn’t split up, and hope 
that if we did split up that he would keep my secret also his 
secret.

I felt my heart beating in my throat as I took his hand in mine, 
"Babe, I need to tell you something ...”

“I already know that you and your family are nudists,” he lightly 
chuckled.

I tried to grin but it came out more like some kind of grimace. 
He had been surprised when I first told him about how I had been 
raised a nudist. Ever since, I had been teasing him about taking 
him home so he could run around naked with everyone. But the 
secret I had to tell now was much bigger than that one.

I cleared my throat. “This is something very different than 
running around naked ...” I started saying, not yet sure just how 
to begin.

He looked at me more than a little afraid and moved away from me 
some.

“Is there someone else now? Are you dumping me?” he asked, his 
voice betraying his fear.

I looked at him and said with as much sincerity as possible, 
“Mark, you are my life and love now. I know we’re not totally 
committed to each other yet, but I can’t imagine my life without 
you. There is no one but you and I have no interest in anyone 
else. Just you.”

He relaxed and touched my face.

“Then there is nothing else you need to tell me,” he replied. He 
sounded so relieved. “I don’t care about your old boyfriends, or 
who or what you have done in the past. All I care about is you. 
Nothing you can say will change that.”

“Babe, you do need to hear what I have to say,” I insisted, 
sounding serious. “I understand what you mean and I love you even 
more for it, but you do need to know this before we go further.”

“You know you can tell me anything, sweetie,” he stated, but I 
could sense the slight uneasiness in his voice. I could still see 
a hint of fear in his eyes as well.

“I need to tell you something because I need to get it off my 
chest,” I stated. “You know how I like being adventurous and 
trying new things. Sometimes I’ve stepped across the line too 
far. One time especially.”

He held my hand in his like he was afraid of letting go.

He had gotten very quiet. “I know you have done some pretty wild 
stuff over the past few years but that doesn’t matter to me. So 
have I.” He could not even picture what he had coming from me.

“Not like this, babe,” I said softly. “And it’s just too big to 
keep from you. I don’t want you to later get blindsided by it. 
You would hate me for not at least warning you of it. And if I 
didn’t tell you I would always feel that there is this secret 
between us. And if we continue then I want complete honesty, 
openness and trust between us. We need that so we can have a 
relationship that could last.”

“This sounds serious,” he said reluctantly and very much on edge 
now. I finally had his attention.

“It is. But I’ve never regretted doing what I will tell you. I 
loved every minute of it. I still do." Whenever I thought back on 
this particular episode in my life, I did so with mixed emotions. 
On the one hand I was scared to death while it was going on. I 
felt a lot of guilt as well. On the other hand though, it turned 
out to be one of the most sexually satisfying experiences of my 
life.

As we lay there together, I took a deep breath and then started 
to tell Mark what he had to know. I began by describing to Mark 
how I had always been very impulsive, which has often led to some 
very interesting times, many I had come to fondly remember. Being 
impulsive was a big part of who I was. If there was a dare to 
take, I was first in line. When most would stop and make sure 
they had their parachute on, I had already jumped and then asked 
myself if I might have needed one. Such a time happened when I 
was sixteen, and clearly showed what could happen when I acted on 
impulse, without first thinking through the consequences.

The episode involved the one person that had always meant the 
most to me - my father. My impulsive or ‘wild child’ tendencies 
led me to do something with him that had become a major turning 
point in my life. I had feared I had destroyed my family in the 
process when we were finally caught in our secret.

I have always been a daddy's girl and he always reciprocated the 
feeling as well. I had adored Daddy ever since I could first 
remember him, and he had always worshiped the ground I walked on. 
I had always been his favorite among my siblings. At least I 
thought so. I also had him wrapped around my finger, which did 
come in handy when wanting my way with things. I could do little 
wrong in his eyes, and easily got off the hook with him with a 
cute smile and a few cuddles.

Daddy had always gone out of his way to spend time with me while 
I was growing up. Even after I had moved into my off-campus 
apartment, Daddy and I still called each other often, and he 
always came by to see me whenever he was nearby.

I loved the way he looked at me. Sometimes I felt drawn to him in 
a more primitive way. He’s a very sexy man. Sometimes when he 
looked at me, I got turned on. His sweet compliments and 
attention more than endeared him to me. Those things would rouse 
some thoughts and desires that shouldn’t exist between a daughter 
and her father.

Daddy and I have always been physical with each other. I have 
always loved sitting in his lap and just hugging and cuddling 
against him. Not much different than most daughters did with 
their fathers. But being nudists, I was aware I would cause him 
to get erections from time to time. Sometimes it happened when I 
wiggled around in his lap. Sometimes it happened when he stared 
at my naked body when he thought I wasn’t aware of it, like when 
I was sunbathing. However, I had this innate sense of knowing 
when he was close by.

I had never been shy about being nude around Daddy, and he wasn’t 
shy around me either. I loved looking at him nude, especially at 
certain parts of him. Even when I did catch him with an erection, 
he rarely tried to hide it from me.

It was something that happened to every guy from time to time. 
Longtime nudists just learned to accept it as something natural, 
and didn’t make a big deal out of it. I had seen my brother hard 
a number of times. It just wasn’t that big of a deal. Daddy and I 
were like that as well, no matter what might have inspired his 
getting hard.

But one late June afternoon, something happened that neither one 
of us could seem to ignore, especially me.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and I was home alone in my bedroom. 
Well, I assumed I was alone. Mom and my siblings were away for a 
long weekend at our grandparents. I had had softball practice 
that afternoon, and a game the next day. I could have missed 
practice, but not the game. So, I had to pass on the trip, and so 
Daddy stayed behind to be home with me. It would be just the two 
of us for a whole weekend.

Daddy was normally at work when I practiced in the afternoons. If 
Mom couldn’t take me to practice, a teammate’s parents would 
usually get me there and back. I could have driven myself, but I 
didn’t have my own car yet. I had Daddy all buttered up to get me 
one, but Mom wasn’t quite onboard with the idea yet.

Since we had a game the next day, we just hit the batting cages 
instead of having a full practice. That meant I was home earlier 
than usual. I would have the house to myself for at least three 
hours before Daddy normally got home from work.

Whenever I was alone at home, I many times did what most teens 
probably do - masturbate. I usually got myself off at least once 
a day, and I certainly wasn’t going to pass up on the chance to 
play with my pussy while everyone was gone. I could actually 
scream through my orgasms instead of stuffing my mouth with a 
pillow.

After getting home from practice, I had gone straight to my 
bedroom and stripped out of my dirty practice clothes. I walked 
naked down the hall to the bathroom I shared with my sister and 
brother, and took a quick shower to get rid of my stinky sweaty 
smell. If I could I liked to be clean and fresh when for myself 
when I masturbated.

While in the shower, I figured I would begin working on my first 
orgasm of the day. I could use all the hot water without anyone 
bitching. I began by touching my tits, focusing on my nipples. I 
quickly proceed to rubbing my clit. It had this way of 
complaining when I ignored it. My clit was rarely happy until I 
put the showerhead to good use as well.

I usually didn’t take much time masturbating during the day out 
of fear of being discovered. It was something I usually did in 
bed at night. But I figured I would have time to really tease and 
give myself a very loud intense orgasm, knowing that no one would 
see or hear me.

It was a good thing no one was in the house when I did climax, 
because they probably would have broken the door down to see if I 
was dying or seriously hurt.

After I quickly dried my hair, I went back to my bedroom and 
propped myself up on my bed among all my pillows. I had only one 
thing on my mind, making my pussy feel good ... again.

After getting comfortable, I returned to what I had been doing in 
the shower. After playing with my little clit for a few minutes, 
I slipped a finger inside my wet pussy. It felt so good. I was 
moaning softly as I slowly fucked myself. A second finger was 
soon added inside my wet hole. It had the effect of doubling the 
volume of my moans.

I was getting louder as I began to really fuck myself while still 
pinching and pulling on my nipple extremely hard, the way I like 
it best. I used my pussy juices to get my nipple slippery too. I 
was going to need another bath after I was finished playing.

Then my world changed.

With the door to my room open, Daddy casually walked in before 
stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me. There I was, naked 
and on my back with my legs spread wide. He was staring intently 
at my fingers buried in my pussy. I was frozen where I was with 
my fingers stuffed in my cunt. He stared for what seemed like 
minutes but was actually probably only seconds.

Our eyes finally met. I knew he was shocked to see me 
masturbating. He could also see that I was just as shocked that 
he was standing there watching.

“Uh, I’m sorry,” he uttered. “I didn't know you were here or I 
would’ve knocked”, he said as he began looking at my clothes 
hamper. “I just came to get your dirty clothes to wash before 
mowing the yard.”

I immediately realized I hadn’t moved my hands from where they 
had been. Quickly doing so, I got off the bed and grabbed my 
dirty uniform I had left on the floor, and handed it to him.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s okay, Melissa,” he replied. “I should’ve knocked.”

“How could you with the door open ...” I questioned, and then 
wondering why the fuck I asked him that. I didn’t figure my moans 
had let on to what I was doing either. I then hesitantly asked, 
“Are you mad at me?”

“No, baby girl, I’m not mad,” he awkwardly replied. “I’m sorry 
for just walking in on you like this.”

“I thought you were at work,” I said in a brain dead moment.

“I got off early to get some things done around the house before 
tomorrow. I thought you were still at softball practice, but then 
I heard you humming a song and realized you were home. That’s why 
I came to get your clothes.”

My sex moans sounded like I was humming a tune?! I was so going 
to have to record myself sometime soon!

I followed him downstairs. I again said I was really sorry. I 
didn’t want him upset with me.

He finally stopped and hugged me, “Just forget about it. No harm 
was done.”

“I’ll do the laundry for you,” I offered trying to alleviate my 
feelings of guilt, while taking the clothes from his arms. “You 
go relax.”

He kissed the top of my head and then went outside to start on 
the lawn, which was not my idea of relaxing. But he wasn’t 
someone who sat around when things needed to be done.


******


I looked at Mark. He seemed unperturbed. “So what? Your dad 
caught you masturbating. Big deal. Probably has happened to a lot 
of kids.”

“There is a lot more, love. Let me continue.”

That evening, Dad and I were alone and sitting together on the 
couch. We were both nude as usual. I was teasing and picking at 
him like I usually did when I had scooted into his lap and 
reclined on his shoulder. Before very long, as had happened in 
the past, his cock got hard.

However, in the past I would have simply overlooked it. Again, it 
was just a normal physical thing that happened to any guy. But 
this time, I wasn’t going to just ignore it. This time, all I 
could think about was how he had watched as I finger fucked 
myself earlier, even if he had for just a short time.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from his huge erection. I had 
sometimes gotten a thrill from seeing it, but this time was very 
different. I began feeling an intense lust for my father. I was 
scared feeling that way, but I was extremely excited as well.

I knew my pussy was getting wet. I didn’t care though if he felt 
the dampness from my pussy on his leg. I just wanted a cock. Not 
just any cock though. I wanted my daddy’s rigid cock that was at 
that moment pressing against my leg. He finally became self-
conscious about his erection as well, probably remembering how he 
had seen me earlier.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I guess I miss your mother too much,” he 
joked with a shaky voice.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” I coyly replied.

“Why don’t you move over until I can get things under control,” 
he said with a chuckle that time.

Then acting on an impulse, I boldly surprised him, “Daddy, fair 
is fair. I should get to see what you saw today.” The control 
sections in my brain had ceased to function.

“What?” he asked. I had obviously caught him off-guard.

“You saw me playing with myself.”

The look on his face was priceless. Here I was, his daughter of 
sixteen years, basically saying I wanted to see him play with his 
cock in front of me. He began laughing about it as if I wasn’t 
really serious. I just smiled through it.

To prove I was serious, I took his cock in my hand and begin 
rubbing it. “This is how you do it,” I teased him.

Again he just stared at me in shock as I continue to stroke him. 
His brain was obviously on overload trying to figure out what to 
do. I was still surprised he was doing nothing to stop me. The 
hand of a cute teen chick rubbing his cock was just too 
tantalizing to stop.

His cock felt so hot and hard in my hand. I could feel it 
throbbing. Finally, he began to move his hand toward mine, very 
likely to stop what I was doing. I quickly grabbed it with my 
free hand though, holding his tightly.

“It’s okay,” I softly told him. “Fair is fair.”

Pre-cum quickly appeared at the tip of his cockhead. At that 
point, I became determined to make him cum. I wanted to see semen 
squirt out of his beautiful cock.

“If you don't stop now, something will happen you might not 
like,” he warned breathing more heavily. He was putty in my hands 
... or, given the situation, hard thick steel in my hand.

Instead of coming to my senses and stopping, I became even more 
determined to make my daddy blast his load. While his mind was 
overloaded with shock, mine was overloaded with lust. I didn't 
care about consequences. I didn’t realize that what I was doing 
could end up causing a lot of damage to our family. All I wanted 
was that big beautiful cock in my hand to spurt long ropey 
strands of cum.

Moving out of his lap, I got down between his legs to get into a 
better position to pump his cock dry. I continued stroking his 
erection with a purpose. I knew since he hadn't already stopped 
me that I could do what I wanted. I was determined to make him 
cum harder than he had ever had in his life. I so badly wanted to 
see the sperm that made me shoot out of his shaft. He seemed to 
just surrender and let me do my thing.

He warned me within moments that he was going to cum. I could 
feel his cock swell bigger and his hips jerk as he began to reach 
his peak. I pointed his cock toward him so he would cum on his 
sexy chest and stomach. I want to see it all over him.

“Oh God, baby girl!” he urgently exclaimed. “I’m gonna cummmmm!”

Immediately he started squirting his hot white spunk all over his 
chest and abdomen. His first squirt was a long stream that 
reached almost to his neck. He kept squirting again and again as 
I pumped his dick, coating himself and my hand with his hot 
sperm.

I continue stroking him until just a small amount of cum appeared 
at the tip of his cock. I gently held his softening shaft with my 
cum-covered hand for several minutes, enjoying the slippery feel 
of his spunk as I fondled him.

Once he had finally gotten his wits back, he pulled the towel 
that he had been sitting on from underneath him and began to wipe 
himself off. While he was cleaning it off his chest, I turned my 
head away from him so he wouldn’t see what I was doing, and 
licked some of his sperm from my hand.

But he did see, and stopped what he was doing to watch me.

I grew even bolder then. In a childlike voice that had almost 
always worked for me in getting my way with him, I asked, “Daddy, 
will you ... make me cum now?”

He continued watching as I licked my hand a few more times. I 
could see the growing lust in his eyes, as he said, “Get up here 
on the couch and lay across me.”

Daddy had me lie on my back with my cute little ass in his lap. I 
could still feel his cock against me. It was getting hard again 
as he looked down at my body. I could tell he wanted to explore 
my body. And I was so ready for him to do just that. And more.

He lightly touched my firm tits with one hand, and my pussy mound 
with his other. He quickly proceeded on to touching my pussy 
lips, sliding a finger between them. I knew he could feel just 
how wet and excited I was. He seemed to be hypnotized by my young 
pussy.

He gently began inserting a finger. I lifted upwards, attempting 
to get more of his finger inside me. He took his time rubbing and 
fingering me though. I moaned and stared hard at my daddy with 
intense desire.

I let my head fall back and said in a low drawn out voice, “Oh 
God, Daddy! It feels so good!”

He used his thumb to rub my clit while fucking me with his index 
finger. He knew exactly how to touch me to get me off. He wasn’t 
forgetting my breasts either, squeezing and pulling one of my 
nipples oh so good. He must have noticed me doing that in my 
room.

As I quickly approached my orgasm, I loudly exclaimed, “Please 
fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me with your fingers!”

My body became rigid as my orgasm overwhelmed me.

“Oh God, yes, Daddy!” I yelled out, drawing out the words as my 
orgasm continued.

I whimpered and moaned as he kept plunging his finger in me. I 
wanted it to stay in my pussy forever.

As I finally began to settle down, he lifted his hand from 
between my legs to his mouth. He licked and tasted my juices on 
his fingers, just as I had done with his. I bit my lower lip and 
smiled at him like I always did when he made me happy.

He then said, “We better stop now and clean up.”

“Why?” I playfully whined. He didn’t reply though as he nudged me 
to move off his lap.

Reluctantly, we both got up and went to separate bathrooms to 
take a shower. It was then that I really began thinking about 
what I had just done. I knew things between us would never be the 
same. The realization of that had probably hit him too while I 
was still lying across his lap.

I began to hurry through my shower. I wanted to be with my daddy. 
I wanted to know that he still loved me the same, and that I 
hadn’t destroyed his feelings for me. I had seduced him. We both 
knew it. Would he hate me? He had just cheated on his wife, my 
mother!

I didn’t know if he had ever cheated before. But like a daughter 
that could see no imperfection in her father, I assumed he hadn’t 
cheated before today. Would he want to do more with me? I hoped 
so. Could he stand to look at me? I had so many conflicting 
thoughts and emotions going through my head. And I searched for 
feelings of guilt but could not find any.

I walked back down to the family room. Daddy was already in the 
kitchen, beginning to fix us something to eat. I went through the 
door, and he noticed me right away.

“I’m making us sandwiches tonight, since it’s just the two of 
us.”

I was biting my lower lip apprehensively. He seemed to notice I 
was nervous. He then walked over to me, and pushed my hair back 
from my face, and hugged me like always.

He kissed my forehead and said, “Let me finish getting supper 
ready, and then we can sit together and watch a movie.”

Somehow everything felt right. I could feel the love still. I let 
out a noticeable sigh as he started to turn to move back to the 
counter. Hearing it, he paused and turned back to me, taking my 
hand and squeezing it reassuringly. He was letting me know with 
his touch and eyes that I was still his precious daughter. I sat 
in a chair and just adoringly stared at him.

We took our sandwiches and settled down in front of the TV. We 
talked about many things, but nothing sexual other than his 
occasional teasing about my numerous boyfriends. But an intimacy 
was there in the way we looked at each other that had not been 
there before. I cuddled against him like I had always done, but 
this time it wasn’t the innocent cuddling between dad and 
daughter, it felt far more intimate. I then stretched out and put 
my head in his lap as we watched a movie.

I must have dozed off for a while. When I woke up, another movie 
was on. This one was one of those late night subscription channel 
movies that wasn’t quite porn, but was damn close to it. I 
pretended to still be asleep as I watched it with him. I assumed 
he was watching it too. At least I didn’t hear any snoring.

The movie was about two couples that were friends. One of the 
wives had seduced the other wife into playing sexual games with 
her. First, the two women masturbated themselves while watching a 
college guy through a large sliding glass door. He was cleaning 
the pool in the adjoining backyard. Once he was finished with his 
job, he stripped naked and jumped into the pool. The women moved 
closer together, the seducer reaching to touch the other’s pussy 
when she started her orgasm.

It was the first of a number of times they would play together, 
with each time leading to them touching each other more and more. 
Finally one afternoon, the seducer’s husband walked in on their 
masturbation game. It led to him joining in, with his wife’s 
friend becoming so engrossed watching him masturbating, that she 
ended up grabbing his cock and stroking him until he came. The 
next time they played together, he joined his wife in fingering 
her friend’s pussy until she came.

I was so fucking horny from watching it that I reached between my 
legs and rubbed my clit. I didn’t even care if Daddy watched me. 
Then I felt him moving, and his hand rubbing the back of my head. 
I was sure he was rubbing something else though.

I twisted around so that I could see what he was doing. He was 
looking down at me, but he kept stroking his cock. I spread my 
legs wider to give him a better view of my fingers buried in my 
little pussy hole. We were masturbating for each other to watch.

I noticed pre-cum drooling from the tip. He gathered it on a 
finger and spread it around his cockhead. Feeling inspired, I 
pulled my fingers from my pussy, and brought them to my mouth. I 
seductively sucked on each of my juicy fingers. That seemed to 
push him over the edge.

He grunted and lifted his hips like he wanted to get up off the 
couch. I didn’t let him though. I turned and held him down. 
Moments later his cock shot a stream of cum onto his body. 
Quickly, I reached for his cock, and pulled it back away from him 
so the rest of the spurts ended up on my face.

Once he was through cumming, I let go and used my fingers to wipe 
up his sperm from both of us, and sucked each finger like I had 
done before with my own juices. I got the impression he really 
enjoyed watching me scoop up his sperm from my face and 
seductively putting my finger in my mouth while I stared intently 
into his eyes.

He even reached to my cheek and wiped up some I had missed with a 
finger, and put it into my mouth to suck off. I held his hand, 
and pretended I was giving it a blowjob.

I then rose up and moved into his lap, straddling him so that we 
were facing each other. Sitting up straight, I began fingering my 
pussy again. I paused a few times, moving my fingers to his mouth 
to let him suck my juices off. Then I began focusing on my own 
orgasm. I wanted to cum right in front of him, right in his lap. 
I wanted him to see my body go rigid. I wanted him to hear me 
moan loudly.

I began squeezing one of my nipples. However, I wanted both of 
them played with. I firmly grabbed his left hand and put it on my 
right breast. I went back to squeezing my left nipple, while my 
other hand was again busy with my pussy. He hesitated only for a 
moment before squeezing my firm tit. Soon after, he was pinching 
and tugging on the nipple like I was doing. I didn’t last for 
long after that.

I was moaning and squealing loudly as my pussy spasmed around my 
fingers. I leaned forward against Daddy’s chest, laying my head 
down on his shoulder, facing his neck. He wrapped his arms around 
me, holding me to him.

We stayed like that for a while. He slowly rubbed my back with 
his strong hands as I continued to whimper. Finally, I lifted my 
head and kissed his cheek before leaning back to look at him.

“We better go to bed,” he softly said.

I started smiling.

“I mean, you need to go to your bed, and I to mine,” he quickly 
clarified. I pouted disappointedly at him.

“Melissa ...” He stretched out my name as he said it.

I interrupted him grinning, “I know. I was just teasing.”

“You’re quite the expert at that!” he softly chuckled shaking his 
head.

I snickered a little before I leaned closer, “Goodnight, Daddy.” 
I kissed him on his lips a little longer than I had ever done 
before, jumped up and started walking out of the family room. I 
glanced back and grinned as I caught him staring at my butt.


******


I went to the hallway bathroom and cleaned up again. I smiled at 
myself in the mirror. So much had happened, and I didn’t regret 
any of it. I ended up washing my hair again to get all of Daddy’s 
dried cum out of it. I didn’t really care though. I was still 
floating on air.

Finally, I went to my room and turned out the light before 
flouncing on my bed. For an instant though, I almost dared to go 
to Daddy’s bedroom. But then I just as quickly decided I better 
not. I had gotten him to do so much already today. I didn’t want 
to push my luck.

As I lay in bed, it took me awhile to drift off to sleep. I also 
kept my hands where my daddy’s had been earlier that night. I 
felt a little scared still. I kept wondering if more would happen 
the next day. I hoped it would. We had two more days and nights 
together alone. All I could think about as I finally drifted to 
sleep was my daddy’s beautiful cock.


******


I had gotten lost in the memory of what I had been telling Mark. 
I was sure he could tell that my experience with my father was 
something I had fondly remembered. What I wasn’t sure of though 
was how he was taking everything. There was still so much more to 
tell.


Chapter 2 


I looked closely at Mark desperately seeking my absolution in his 
sexy eyes. Even though I wasn’t ashamed of my sexual intimacy 
with my father, I was still fearful that Mark would just call me 
a sick slut, get up, and leave me forever. Yet I couldn’t see 
what I was searching for. And I still had so much more to tell 
him, too.

The fact that he was still with me on my bed told me at least he 
wasn’t going to judge me quickly.

"I love you, Mark ..." I said tenderly.

With his eyes turned down he didn’t immediately reply. I quickly 
recognized that he was struggling with his emotions. It’s not 
every day that the girl you’re in love with tells you she’s 
fooled around with her own father. He also realized that there 
was more for me to tell. If he was upset with me now, I seriously 
doubted he would want to be anywhere close to me after he learned 
everything.

"Melissa, I'm ... stunned. I’m not sure what to say to you right 
now ... about all of this. I never thought your secret would be 
anything involving ..." he said before he stopped talking, unable 
to actually say what he was thinking.

"I need to tell you everything, babe." I quickly told him but was 
afraid of his reaction.

"That's not all of it?!" Mark said in a tone that scared me.

"There's more ..." I delicately replied. Taking a deep breath, I 
then said in a softly pleading voice, "I need to tell you all of 
it. So, please. Please listen to me and try to understand."

He just nodded his head to me without much of any other reaction.


******


I began telling him about waking up thirsty at about three 
o’clock in the morning. I went downstairs to get something to 
drink, hoping to fall back asleep quickly afterwards.

Before going into the kitchen though, I stood in the family room 
in front of the couch. I looked down at the spot where I had 
knelt earlier as I stroked Daddy's throbbing cock. In my mind I 
could still see how his cock jerked as I caused his hot sperm to 
squirt onto his sexy body. I knew that picture was burned into my 
memory forever.

I raised my hand to my face, looking at it remembering how it had 
been covered with his sperm. I had dared to lick it from my hand. 
As I stood there, I bit my lower lip while wishing I had licked 
it from his cock instead.

I sat down in the same spot Daddy had been sitting in earlier 
that night. I propped my feet up on the edge of the couch so my 
legs were spread wide. With one hand, I began to teasingly play 
with my clit, and with my other hand, I pinched one of my very 
hard nipples.

Slowly, I began to slide a finger into my tight cunt. I was so 
fucking wet again. My juices had already begun to pour over my 
tight asshole from my young pussy.

Naughty thoughts of my father were flooding my mind as well. I 
began to fantasize. I imagined Daddy walking into the family 
room. Instead of being shocked at him catching me masturbating, I 
began smiling at him. Instead of Daddy being stunned, he began 
smiling appreciatively as he walked over to look more closely at 
his baby girl's naked body, exposed so lewdly.

I imagined myself asking him, "Do you see something you want, 
Daddy?"

“Oh, God yes, baby girl,” he would answer.

“Tell me what you see,” I requested.

“I see my gorgeous, sexy daughter showing herself off to me,” he 
said.

“Tell me everything you see,” I sexily demanded.

“I see a beautiful face, with long flowing blonde hair framing 
it. I also see a lovely body with firm sexy breasts, and a hot 
pussy glistening with her sweet juices."

"Do you want to see how sweet my juices are now?" I coyly asked, 
giving him a soft smile.

Kneeling between my open legs, he replied, "I want to do more 
than just taste you. I want to lick my baby girl’s pussy until 
she screams for mercy, begging me to stop."

Moaning, I demanded, "Then lick my naughty pussy. Lick me and 
make me cum with your sexy mouth. I need you so badly!"

I then imagined him moving his face closer to the pussy that 
belonged to him now. I wanted his lips and tongue between my 
legs.

He kissed along the insides of my thighs as his hands caressed my 
calves. He began licking and nibbling, retracing where his lips 
had lovingly touched, pausing for very brief moments to look up 
into my eyes. All he saw in them was pure lust and desire for 
him.

He finally covered my pussy with his mouth.

Just the very thought caused me to explode into a very real 
orgasm as I plowed two fingers deeply into my cunt, fucking 
myself hard.

As my orgasm subsided, I realized I needed so much more of my 
daddy. I was tempted to go to his bedroom now and crawl in bed 
beside him. But as daring as I could be sometimes, I was too 
scared at that moment. I had already pushed him pretty far. I was 
afraid he would tell me to go back to my room. That would 
probably be the end of him wanting to do more with me.

So instead, I got up with weak knees and got the drink of water I 
had originally come downstairs for. I went back to my own bed 
where I finally fell asleep from exhaustion.


******


I woke up early the next morning, and came downstairs to get 
something to eat. Daddy was already sitting at the kitchen table 
reading the paper when I walked in. He was nude as usual. So was 
I.

"Good morning, sleepy head."

"Good morning, Daddy," I replied, still waking up. I then noticed 
exactly what time it was.

“Daddy, you’re going to be late for work!”

"Melissa, we really need to talk about what we did last night."

I walked closer to where he was sitting. My pussy was about a 
foot away at his eye level, and I opened my legs slightly, 
knowing what he could see. I was only sixteen, but I knew how to 
turn a boy on. I figured men were pretty much wired the same way.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"No baby, but ... what we did can cause so much heartache if it 
gets discovered."

It was a sobering thought. "I know," I said, thinking about Mom 
for a brief moment. My desire just as quickly overruled any guilt 
I felt though. "But I loved it, Daddy. I want you to know that. I 
loved touching you. I loved you touching me. I loved it all."

"I loved it too, baby girl,” he stated. “But ...”

“But what?”

“I should’ve had more control over my ...” he stopped and looked 
down at his lap. He almost blushed as he finished saying, “my 
urges."

His cock had become very hard in the short time I had been 
standing so closely in front of him. I badly wanted to play with 
that cock again, too.

He took my hand in his and said, "I love you, baby girl. 
Yesterday and last night were ... really wild."

“Did you enjoy it?” I coquettishly asked.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t,” he admitted. “It doesn’t make 
it right though. You’re my daughter.”

“Yeah, isn’t it so cool?!”

“You think it’s cool?” he skeptically asked.

“Why not? We just had some fun together. Doesn’t mean I want you 
to get a divorce and marry me. Didn’t you like being daring?”

He didn’t immediately reply. I was sure he was hung up about the 
incest. I was doing my best to ignore it, or at least not let it 
stop me. I knew I was playing a dangerous game which made it all 
the more exciting though.

I looked down at his hard cock and then turned my eyes to look at 
him with a devilish smile. If last night had been daring, what I 
was about to do was going to make me a daredevil!

I was practically drooling as I looked again at his erection 
waving in the air so close to me. I felt such intense lust for 
that man at that moment. A dangerous line was crossed the 
previous day and evening. Another line was about to become 
history as well.

With determination in my movement, I knelt down in front of him. 
I reached out and took his cock in my hand just as I had the 
previous night. I wanted that cock. I want it every way I could 
take it.

For the briefest moment, I waited to see if he was going to stop 
me, and try to bring us both back to our senses. When he didn’t, 
I stroked it a few times, and then did what I thought I had never 
do.

I leaned closer and kissed the underside of his cock. I moved my 
lips over the tip, licking the head with my soft tongue before 
taking about half of his thick cock into my mouth.

Daddy was in a complete state of astonishment, but did nothing 
and let it happen.

"Oh, my God! ... Melissa! ... Oh, my God!" he rambled, watching 
my mouth full with his dick.

I began working his cock in and out of my mouth. I worshiped it 
with my lips and tongue and was determined to give him the best 
blowjob of his life.. I could feel the slight ridges from the 
veins along his shaft against my lips and tongue as I sensuously 
dragged my lips along his thick shaft.

He was thrusting his hips upward just a bit. He was enjoying it! 
My daddy was getting into having his little girl's mouth on his 
cock.

"Oh damn, baby girl! ... So fucking good!" he groaned, having 
completely abandoned any attempt to stop me.

He was on the verge of cumming. His hands were on my head. His 
fingers brushed through my long hair before grabbing a handful to 
control my movement, fucking his daughter's mouth with no more 
inhibitions. I was now his play toy. I was nothing more than a 
slut to put his cock into. I wanted it just as badly as he did. I 
want to be his young slut.

At that moment, my whole body belonged to him.

"Oh God, Melissa!” he exclaimed. “I’m about to cum, baby girl!"

I pulled away from his cock even though he was still holding a 
wad of my hair. I didn’t want him to cum just yet. My mouth and 
chin were dripping with saliva from the blowjob I had been giving 
his beautiful cock.

I noticed his pre-cum pooling at the tip. My little pink tongue 
swooped out to quickly lick it up.

"Can't waste any," I said, teasingly. He groaned his 
appreciation.

I put my mouth over his cockhead for a few moments, but quickly 
decided I wanted something else. I wanted that big cock in a 
different place. One more dangerous line needed to be crossed. It 
would be now or never.

Not sure if he would be willing if he had a chance to think about 
it, I made the decision to go for it without warning. I had 
already come this far and I was determined to go all the way. I 
badly wanted this. I needed my daddy's cock in me. I needed him 
to fuck my little pussy. I needed to be his completely. My whole 
body was filled with lust, and now wanted to be filled with his 
gorgeous cock!

"I want to feel it inside me," I said, as I moved my face close 
to his. I was so in love with him at that moment. I wanted to 
make love to him so badly.

For a moment, I saw indecision. But then he stood up. I was 
afraid I had missed my chance, but he surprised me.

“Not here,” he softly said.

Taking my hand, he led me to his bedroom. As soon as we were 
standing beside the bed, we started kissing very passionately. 
Somehow we kept our mouths together as we moved onto the bed 
where we locked together in an ardent embrace, a father and 
daughter becoming lovers in every sense.

Daddy had pulled me on top of him and his hands were all over me. 
When both of them caressed down my back to finally reach and cup 
my ass, I thought I would scream from the pleasure.

He rolled us over so I was now on my back. My legs had a will of 
their own and spread wide. My knees came up, opening my pussy for 
him. He looked so sexy glancing at my body. When he leaned down 
to suck gently on one of my nipples, I could only groan in 
response. He alternated between my tits, taking his time to fully 
enjoy my firm boobs. His kisses and nibbles on my soft skin felt 
incredible. He chewed on and sucked my nipples hard, alternating 
between them. My pussy was throbbing the whole time.

I reached for his fully engorged cock and gently cupped his 
balls. I wanted the cum from them in my pussy so badly.

Daddy felt the same urge and moved on top of me between my wide 
open legs. He looked amorously into my eyes. I loved this man so 
much. I knew the thoughts going through his head. He knew he was 
about to do something he shouldn’t. But he wanted me as badly as 
I wanted him.

No words were said. Nothing had to be spoken at that moment. He 
leaned up so he could look down at my young pussy. His hard cock 
was lying against my mound, the tip within inches of my opening. 
He took his shaft in his hand and moved it so the head was 
touching my clit. I groaned as I almost came just from his cock 
touching it.

Daddy could see how badly I wanted his cock inside of me now and 
he wanted to fuck me just as desperately. I was sure he felt the 
same urgency to do this at his very core, just like I did.

He lifted my legs slightly, opening my pussy even more to him. He 
slid the head of his cock along my slit, teasing me.

I looked intensely at him, and whispered hoarsely, "Fuck me, 
Daddy. Fuck your baby girl. Fuck me with your big hard cock!"

"Oh, God. I shouldn’t be doing this!" he exclaimed with a pained 
expression, but he didn’t stop.

I felt the head of his dick push into me slowly. My hips raised 
upwards gently, letting him know that I wanted it all. Even 
though my pussy was soaking wet I was I was still really tight, 
and he had a larger than average cock, at least compared to the 
ones that had fucked me till today. We both were staring at the 
sight of his shaft slowly easing into me until we were completely 
joined.

He began fucking me so gently. I felt the entire length of him 
deep within my being. Sweat began to drip from his face onto 
mine. My body had its own sheen of sweat on it.

He cradled my shoulders and leaned down to feel my firm tits 
against his body as he drove his shaft continuously into my cunt.

He fucked me with long smooth strokes, and then become much more 
urgent with his thrusts. I was amazed that he was able to hold 
back his orgasm. No boy had ever fucked me like this for this 
long without losing control. But this wasn’t a boy fucking me.

He pushed himself up and grabbed my ankles, pulling them back 
over my head, lifting my butt off the bed. We both could better 
see his shaft sliding in and out of me. We could also see my 
little pussy lips dragging so erotically along his cock.

Watching it was too much for him. He pounded harder into me and 
was about to fill me with his cum. I wanted my pussy to be 
overflowing with his sperm.

Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His whole body began 
to tense up as his thrusts became long and deliberate, "I’m gonna 
cum in you ... gonna cummmmmm ... ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

At that same moment, my own orgasm had me screaming. My eyes were 
closed and I was only aware of his big cock deeply imbedded 
inside me, exploding and filling me with its thick cum. I could 
feel the jerking of his long shaft as I instinctively clamped 
down hard on it. I almost blacked out from the intense feelings I 
was experiencing.

Daddy held himself inside me for several minutes. He had let go 
of my legs and was breathing heavily as he looked down at my 
body, where we were still joined.

Finally, he slowly pulled out and lay down beside me on the bed. 
I put my arm over him, cuddling against him. He put his own 
around me, pulling me even closer. We kissed gently, but we both 
were exhausted, physically and emotionally.

“You know you’re late for work,” I stated through my deep 
breaths.

“I called in before you got up. I had already put in for the 
afternoon off.”

“I like a man who knows when to stay home,” I said, teasing him.

He half chuckled at me. We then just cuddled for a few minutes 
longer before he reminded me that it was still morning.

“I’ve got to run a bunch of errands today,” he finally said. “And 
remember, you’ve got a game this afternoon.”

“I know, but I want to lay here a little longer with you,” I 
said, laying my head on his shoulder. We both drifted off into a 
contented sleep.


******


It was quiet when I woke up a few hours later. It was getting 
close to noon. Daddy had already slipped out of bed. I looked up 
at the ceiling, smiling to myself. I had fucked my father. The 
big wet spot in his bed underneath my butt was ample proof. He 
had been unable to resist me. I knew the world would think we 
were sick, but I didn’t feel that way. Plus, no one but the two 
of us would ever know.

I went downstairs. Daddy had apparently already left to run his 
errands. I wished he had awakened me before he left though. I 
felt great about us having made love, but I was concerned what he 
might be thinking and feeling about having fucked his daughter. I 
began to fear that he would think less of me for what I had 
seduced him into doing. Without him here, I couldn’t be sure 
where things stood with him.

I went into the kitchen to fix something to eat and spotted a 
note stuck to the refrigerator. It was a sweet note. He had 
written down that he would be at my softball game that afternoon. 
There were a few things about some chores he wanted me to do.

But what really caught my eye was what he wrote at the end of the 
note: 

‘I love you so much. I’m glad we’ve been able to spend a lot of 
time together since yesterday. I’ve missed that as you’ve gotten 
older. You know I’ll always be there for you though. Let’s get 
the chores and errands done so we can spend more time doing 
things together this weekend.’

I knew he didn’t want to be explicit in a written note with what 
we had shared during the last 24 hours. It would be too risky for 
a note like that to be left out in the open. I could read between 
the lines though, and it made me so excited.

And my daddy did explicitly write that he still loved me! That 
was more important than anything else he could have written. I 
knew I hadn’t damaged his feelings for me. If anything, we would 
be even closer than we had ever been before. We had a new bond 
between us that no one else could share. I felt so overwhelmed at 
that moment with the love I had for my father. I had a big smile 
on my face, and in my heart.

I dutifully began doing the few chores Daddy had requested. I 
wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted him to know I would do 
anything for him. I felt like a woman, no longer a little girl. 
My daddy had fucked me. I was his lover. My whole world felt 
brand new.


I felt incredibly naughty as well. We had gone from masturbating 
each other to fucking in less than a day. I became wet just from 
thinking about the previous afternoon. Then last night on the 
couch! And this morning had been absolutely heaven.

I was thinking about everything Daddy and I had done as I went 
about doing the chores. I had to stop every few minutes just to 
touch myself, smiling as I thought about fucking my daddy again 
later, when we would have the house to ourselves again.


******


I finished the few chores he had asked me to do and went outside 
to lay by the pool. I was still incredibly horny. It was rapidly 
becoming a natural state for me. I put my hands to good use to at 
least tide me over until Daddy got back home.

The telephone ringing inside the house caught my attention. I ran 
to the backdoor to answer it, but the answering machine had 
already picked up.

I heard Daddy’s voice. So I ran to the phone, picking it up as he 
began leaving a message.

"Hi, Daddy! Sorry, I wasn’t able to get to the phone right away."

"That's okay, baby girl. I was just checking in to see if you 
needed anything before the game."

Very daringly I said, "I need ... umm ... I wish you here with 
me."

He paused for just a moment as I realized I might have said the 
wrong thing.

"Melissa, I wish I was there with you right now. I also think we 
need to talk about some things that are important to both of us,” 
he seriously stated. “I’ll see you at your game. I love you, baby 
girl."

"I love you too, Daddy,” I quickly said. Apprehensively, I added, 
“I hope I didn’t say the wrong thing just now."

"You didn't. It's just that we need to talk about it. Nothing is 
wrong, so don't be upset."

I knew at that moment that he was having the same exact concerns 
for me that I had had for him earlier. He was afraid that I was 
upset about the things we had done. He was showing me that he 
still loved me. He was also letting me know that ‘nothing’ was 
wrong.

"I’m not upset at all,” I reassured him. “I want to spend some 
more time with you ... talking about ... things."

"We will,” he replied. “We have the weekend to talk about things. 
I’ll see you at the game later. I need to run now, Melissa. It’s 
Friday and I need to get these errands finished before the 
weekend. I love you. Bye, baby girl."

"I love you, too. Bye!"


******


A teammate’s parents picked me up on their way to the softball 
game. It was only a short time later that I spotted Daddy sitting 
in the stands where he normally did, as close to my team’s dugout 
as possible. I kept looking over at him, smiling.

He waved me over, and then jokingly said in a quiet voice, "Keep 
your eyes on the balls on the field, and not on the ones in the 
stands."

I rolled my eyes at him and laughed quietly at his attempt at a 
sex joke. It was just the thing though to break the tension I had 
been feeling.

I played well that afternoon, but we lost a close game anyhow. 
Getting a couple of hits never made me feel much better after a 
loss.

Daddy stood at the fence and yelled, "You played a great game, 
I’m proud of you."

I smiled and said, "You have to say that. You’re my daddy!"

It was his turn to roll his eyes while shaking his head, smiling 
at me.

While Daddy drove us home, we talked about different plays during 
the game. He always had a pointer to give for everything. I 
usually became mildly irritated by that, but things were 
different. Nothing he could say would be wrong that day.

Daddy then asked, “Are you still going out tonight?”

Oh shit! I had forgotten I had a date with Brian! He wasn’t my 
boyfriend. I wasn’t ready for that with him. I was still dating 
several guys anyways.

"I guess," I said, disappointedly. Daddy quickly picked up on it, 
too.

"That's okay, baby girl,” he said, patting my leg. “You have a 
good time tonight. We’ll have lots of time later."

I was mad at myself. I wanted to spend as much time with Daddy as 
I could while everyone was gone. However, I didn’t want to hurt 
Brian's feelings either by breaking the date. He’s a cutie and a 
sweet guy. Tonight would be only our second date.


******


When we arrived home, I went inside and began getting ready for 
my date. I took a long hot shower, thinking more about Daddy. I 
quickly decided that I wouldn’t go too far with Brian that night. 
I was determined to save myself for my father for the rest of the 
weekend. I hadn’t planned to have sex with Brian yet anyway.

The date with Brian was very enjoyable. He was such a sweetie, 
and maybe sometime we could get much closer. He was really funny, 
and we did have a great time together.

When he pulled up to my house about midnight, my thoughts again 
turn to my daddy. I was hoping he would be waiting up for me 
inside.

Brian walked me to my front door, which really impressed me. Most 
of the guys I had dated so far usually forgot most of their 
manners, if they ever had any, once I agreed to go out with them. 
I liked to be treated special. Brian was winning many points with 
me.

He leaned in to give me a quick kiss, which I extended as I 
wrapped my arms around him. Brian would have to settle for that 
tonight though. I gave him my cutest smile as I closed my front 
door between us.

I turned into the family room, and just as I had suspected and 
hoped, Daddy was still up waiting for me. He was dressed in 
shorts knowing my date could possibly come inside to use the 
phone or something before he left.

I sat down by him after leaning to give him a soft kiss.

"Did you have fun tonight, sweetie?”

"Yeah, it was fun. Brian is really sweet. He’s so cool to hang 
out with."

"Am I 'so cool' to hang out with, too?"

"Daddyyyyy! You are always so cool to hang out with ... except 
maybe when you act too much like my daddy," I said, giggling. He 
just shook his head at me.

I then cuddled up to him as we quietly watched TV.

After a few minutes, I rubbed his thigh softly and looked up at 
his face.

"What, baby girl?"

"Nothing, Daddy. I just think you’re so handsome. I like looking 
at you."

"You’re a very beautiful young woman, Melissa,” he sweetly 
replied. “I can't help but stare at you myself. You’re going to 
break so many hearts when you finally settle down with one guy."

"But I’ll always be your baby girl? Right?"

"Always. Nothing could ever change that," he assured me.

"Not even what we did ... you know ... this morning?"

Daddy got very serious. "Melissa, about this morning ... and 
yesterday too ... what we did was very dangerous. We can hurt 
people we both love very much.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” I said, realizing I still hadn’t 
even seriously thought about the consequences of what we had 
already done.

“I love your mother with all my heart,” he sincerely said. “She 
is my wife and my lover. I don't want to hurt her with this. I 
don't want to hurt you either.”

“You’re not hurting me,” I asserted.

“Sweetie, you and I can't continue having sex together like we 
did this morning, because your mother will find out. I love my 
family too much to destroy it for sex behind your mother's back."

Sitting there listening to him, I realized that I had been lost 
in my own lust for the past day. I had lost all perspective on 
what was really important.

"I love you so much, Melissa. What we did this morning was 
beautiful. I hope that you feel the same way.”

“I do,” I stated, smiling at him.

“But we can't be lovers. You’re my daughter. I already have a 
lover that can't be replaced. And that I don’t want replaced. I 
can't risk losing her. You don't want to risk losing your 
mother's love either."

"I know ... I just get so wrapped up in what I’m doing sometimes 
that I forget that I can hurt others and myself. I loved this 
morning so much. It’s what I wanted. I still want more of it, 
too."

"But we can't be lovers, Melissa.”

"But we can make each other feel good ... can't we?

"Your mom will be home Sunday afternoon,” he reminded me. “She 
can't ever know what happened. I won't risk my marriage or my 
family."

"Can we at least have until Sunday?"

I watched him struggle with his thoughts and lust.

"We can have until Sunday. IF ... you promise to agree that it 
will end then as well."

"I promise, Daddy. I don't want to hurt anyone. No one will know 
about us. I know we can't keep on making love because we could be 
found out. I don't want to hurt Mom either, ever."

"Okay then, we can be lovers until Sunday. But it ends then."

Giggling, I jumped in Daddy's lap. Facing him, I put my arms 
around his neck and leaned in to kiss him softly. Our lips 
pressed together with growing urgency. Then his tongue was in my 
mouth, dancing with mine. His arms pulled me tightly to him as we 
got lost in our deep lovers’ kiss. He kissed my chin, and down my 
neck, licking and nibbling.

"I want to fuck you so bad, baby girl," he said in a low 
demanding voice. “I want to put my cock deep inside you again and 
fuck you all night long.”

"Oh God, yes, Daddy! Fuck me all night. My body is yours,” I 
lustfully shouted “I’m your little slut. Fuck me, Daddy. Please 
fuck me all night long!"

I had never imagined I would ever say anything like that to my 
father. He didn’t give me a chance to say anything else before 
his lips sealed my mouth again.

He hurriedly pulled my top off and unhooked my bra as our lips 
fought to stay together. Once I was topless and bare for him, he 
held me at arm’s length on his lap so he could see and feel my 
young firm breasts. His fingers toyed with and pinched my 
nipples. He now knew just how I liked it. I smiled lovingly as he 
admired my body.

"So beautiful. So perfect."

He sucked and licked each nipple in turn as he massaged the 
other. I held his head with my hands, pushing my chest out to 
him. My pussy was already on fire.

After a few minutes, I moved off his lap to stand in front of 
him. I wanted to tease him a little. First though, I grabbed his 
shorts and pulled them off. He lifted his ass to allow me to 
strip him. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his big beautiful 
erect cock sprang into view after sliding his shorts low enough. 
I leaned in closer to quickly lick the head, causing Daddy to 
moan.

After sliding his shorts completely down and off, I stood in 
front of him and began to do a slow and teasing strip of my pants 
and panties for him. First, I gave him a good look at my ass in 
my tight jeans, sliding my hands over my covered firm butt checks 
while looking back at him with a coquettish smile.

Turning around, I propped one foot up beside him on the couch and 
put both hands between my legs. I massaged the insides of my 
thighs just below my pussy in unison. My show had his cock 
slightly jerking from the intensity of his erection.

Already topless, I slowly slid my tight jeans down over my hips. 
I was wearing light blue bikini panties. After kicking off my 
jeans, I turned and put my nicely rounded panty covered ass close 
to him. He reached for it and began to caress my firm butt 
cheeks.

"Baby, you have the sexiest tight ass,” he said, admiringly.

He inched forward to kiss and nibble on my panty covered ass 
cheeks while his hands massaged the sides of my trim legs. His 
fingers hooked the waistband of my panties and slid them down to 
the floor so I could step out of them. He had me lean forward 
again with my butt in his face.

He licked along the crack of my butt, letting his tongue glide 
from top to bottom. I felt a thrill as his tongue touched my 
asshole. He kept his tongue there for a short time, licking it 
tenderly. No one had ever licked me there before. It felt so 
wonderful.

With me still standing, he turned me around pulling me closer, 
and pressed his mouth into my pussy. I just held his head and 
closed my eyes, losing myself in the incredible erotic feeling. 
He looked up at me and told me to take his place on the couch. He 
knelt down on the floor between my legs, pushing my knees apart, 
and pulled me so that my butt was on the edge of the couch.
 
Daddy's face was only inches from my steaming pussy again. He was 
staring intently. It was like he was letting the image burn into 
his memory.

He used his fingers to explore and play with my cunt. I watched 
him with lust and excitement as he enjoyed the sight and feel of 
my lewdly displayed cunt. He was like a young boy with a new toy. 
He was patient though, taking his time to enjoy every moment. I 
would open my legs for his gaze anytime that he would want me to.

"Your pussy is so beautiful,” he said, admiringly. “So tender, so 
young, so tight." He grinned, “and so very wet! It looks like you 
might want me to fuck you, baby girl.”

He leaned closer to kiss my cunt and his tongue pushed inside me. 
He began fucking me with it. He took his time. Licking slowly, 
and then fast, enjoying his sexy daughter's young pussy. He knew 
just how to make me feel good.

My eyes were closed and all I could do was moan. My mind was so 
lost in the lust I felt for him that I humped into his face 
letting him know I wanted even more. He responded by teasing my 
sensitive clit. His mouth covered it. His tongue gently licked my 
hard bud.

Two fingers pushed into my dripping tight pussy as his mouth kept 
busy, now sucking on my clit so damn good. I grabbed his head and 
held him tightly to me as I approached what felt like a 
tremendous orgasm.

"Oh fuck!” I yelled out over and over, writhing into his face 
before I finally just squealed loudly as my orgasm consumed me. 
It felt like several of them on top of each other and they left 
me gasping for air.

His fingers slowed their assault inside me as he pulled his mouth 
away. I collapsed back onto the couch so satisfied. I was sure he 
could still feel my pussy throbbing and grasping at his fingers.

He got up on the couch, moved beside me, and kissed my lips 
tenderly. I could taste myself on his wet lips. I reached for his 
cock and found it dripping with his pre-cum.

"Let’s go to the bedroom, baby girl."

We walked together hand in hand to my parents’ bed. I sat on the 
edge and pulled him so that he was standing in front of me. I 
placed my hand around the base of his erection and began bathing 
his cock with my tongue. I used my other hand to play with his 
sperm filled balls.

I hoped he liked what I was doing. I certainly wasn’t a virgin, 
but he had been having sex with girls and an experienced woman 
for longer than I had been alive.

I took as much of his cock in my mouth as possible. It was 
certainly the largest dick I had ever tried to suck. I wasn’t 
going to get it all in my mouth, but I was determined to take as 
much of it as I could.

He held my hair as I bobbed my head. I usually stopped boys from 
doing that because I was always afraid they would hold me as they 
jammed their cock too far, gagging and choking me. But I trusted 
Daddy not to.

It was a noisy blowjob. My saliva was running down his shaft to 
his balls. He didn’t seem to mind, so I just kept going.

I was making all kinds of gurgling noises when his cock went 
deep. He asked if I was okay. I said I was more than okay, and to 
keep going. After that, he just focused on enjoying my mouth, 
gurgling and all.

Finally, he pulled away. I’m sure I was quite a sight with my 
mouth hanging open and drool draining from it. My saliva was 
still running down his shaft, and dripping from his balls.

“You look so slutty like that,” he said in a deep voice, his lust 
still in control.

“I’m your dirty girl, Daddy.” He groaned softly at me.

He used some tissues to wipe my face as I grinned at him lewdly 
with a wide open mouth.

"I need to fuck you, Melissa,” he stated his voice ragged. “I 
need my cock inside you right now."

I slid back on the bed and spread my legs wide. My pussy lips 
flowered open for him.

"My pussy belongs to you. Make me your little fuck toy, your 
little teen whore," I whispered hoarsely.

He moved between my legs and lifted them over his shoulder. His 
wet cock was aligned with my tight but oh so wet hole. He then 
pushed the head against the opening, sliding deeply inside me as 
I groaned from the pleasure of being filled so sudden and so 
full. He began fucking me at a gentle pace. I knew he was afraid 
he might hurt me, but I want him to pound me hard.

"Fuck me hard, Daddy. Fuck the hell out of my little pussy,” I 
ardently demanded. “Don't be gentle, Daddy. I won't break.”

“I don’t want to hurt you ...”

“Daddy, please just use my pussy,” I groaned demandingly. “Pound 
me hard with your big cock!"

My wish was his command and he drove his cock into me with 
tremendous force. My pussy responded by squeezing his cock 
tighter as I came over and over from the best fucking of my young 
life. I didn't even try to count my orgasms.

Amazingly, he fucked me like that in slightly different positions 
for about an hour. He altered his thrusts at times, but he didn’t 
hold back when he saw I wanted it deep and hard.

Finally, he pulled out. I whined in frustration. My cunt was so 
open and empty now. He didn’t leave me that way for long though.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he forcefully ordered me. His 
commanding words turned me on even more.

I quickly scrambled into position resting my head on my arms and 
arched my back to stick my butt up in the air as high as I could. 
Dad moved behind me and slowly entered my throbbing pussy to fuck 
me again. While I loved the hard pounding earlier, the slow 
movements now allowed me to savor the hardness of his shaft. I 
rocked my body back against him to meet his thrusts and get the 
deepest penetration possible. His cock felt huge inside me like 
that.

His hands massaged my firm round ass while he savored moving in 
my pussy.

"Melissa, your ass is so fucking sexy,” he panted. “I wish you 
could see my cock fucking your little cunt. Your pussy lips are 
dragging so nicely around it, baby girl."

I looked back at him. His eyes never left where we were joined 
together. I bit my lip as I realized that right then I was more 
of a sex toy to him than a daughter. It didn’t bother me though. 
I wanted him to use me. I knew I would be his daughter again once 
we were finished.

Both of us were sweating profusely. I knew he had to be getting 
tired. Soon he began to thrust harder and harder into my body. I 
knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I wanted him to fill me again 
with his thick cum.

As my next orgasm began, I felt him swelling inside me. Hearing 
his little girl squeal through one more orgasm was just too much 
for him.

"Cum in my pussy, Daddyyyyyyy! Cum in me now!

His cock literally blasted its sperm inside me. He was moaning 
and grunting very loudly as he came, filling my tight cunt with 
his thick white spunk. His body became so rigid. His face easily 
revealed the intense pleasure he was feeling.

Totally spent from his orgasm, he pulled me with him so that we 
were lying spooned together with his cock still inside me.

After catching his breath for a few moments, he leaned over me. 
"Melissa, baby, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked.

I turned my head up so I could look into his eyes. "Daddy, I have 
never felt better. That was soooo fucking awesome!"

He kissed me softly. "You were outstanding baby,” he complimented 
me with a huge grin. “It’s been a while since I came that hard. 
My dick is even a little sore."

He rolled over on his back sliding his cock out of me. A flow of 
cum followed his cock slowly rolling down the crack of my ass, my 
cunt was so squishy. I had to grin as I thought that the wet spot 
that I made in Daddy’s bed would be pretty large. Dad slipped an 
arm underneath my neck and pulled me into his arms. He brushed my 
hair with his hand as my head rested on his shoulder.

"I love you, Melissa."

"I love you too, Daddy."

We drifted off to sleep in a lovers’ embrace.


******


Once more, I looked at Mark. I was wondering how he was taking 
all of this from the woman he loved. The sex I had described was 
incredibly wild and nasty. I prayed that I wasn’t making a 
mistake telling him everything about how I had made love with my 
daddy. But he needed to know it all, if we were going to have a 
future that the past wouldn’t haunt, threatening to reveal itself 
at any time and possibly tearing us apart.


Chapter 3


I paused again at this point in my confession to take another 
close look at Mark. I was trying to determine if I was still the 
girl he loved ... or a perverted slut he couldn’t stand. I still 
had much more to tell him. How much more could he stand to listen 
to and not decide that he no longer wanted me? I needed to know 
how he was feeling.

“Have you completely freaked out, babe?” I cautiously asked.

Mark lay there with a serious expression.

"Melissa ... I never expected ... this. I can’t believe you 
actually ... fucked your father like that.”

“I know, babe,” I said trying not to sound too downtrodden.

“You didn’t have to tell me,” he reminded me. “Unless I’d seen it 
myself, I’d probably never have guessed.”

“I don’t want to hide things from you, Mark. You would’ve 
eventually found out. One way or another.”

His fingers gently rubbed my hand, surprising me. I had wondered 
if he would even want to touch me after what I had just told him. 
It gave me hope.

I added, “Here we are together ... and I’m telling you the 
biggest secret I have ever told anyone. I want you to know it 
all, too. If we’re going to have a future, I can’t hide this from 
you. I don’t want you hating me years from now when you would 
find out. And you know you would.”

Mark just lay there for a few moments before saying anything.

He then asked, “I do want to know one thing. Are you and your 
father still fucking?”

I took a deep breath. The answer to that question wasn’t simple. 
I wasn’t ready to even try to answer it yet.

“Let me tell you the rest,” I said. “Then you’ll understand 
everything ... and I’ll answer any questions you have.”


******


I continued with telling him about me and Daddy sleeping together 
that Friday night. We were lovers, but only sexually. I knew he 
still loved Mom the same as before. I knew he would struggle in 
the days and weeks ahead with his lust for me, and his love for 
Mom. I also knew the love for Mom would win out over his lust. 
But we both had been changed forever. We had been as intimate as 
a man and woman could physically be.

I woke up while it was still dark. His erection was pressing 
against my ass. I must have awakened him as well, because moments 
later he took one of my young tits into his hand. He wanted more 
of his baby girl’s body. I wanted him to have me just as badly. I 
wanted his body just as much. I wanted to spend every moment we 
could over the next day touching, kissing, licking, sucking and 
fucking.

He pinched my nipple as he began kissing and sucking on my neck 
and ear. I moaned and reached behind me to grab his throbbing 
shaft. I turned to face him, and kissed him with all the passion 
within me. He held my head firmly as our lips crushed together.

Looking at each other with intense lust, we knew that we would 
always share a deeper love from now on.

“I love you so much, Daddy,” I sweetly told him. I squeezed his 
cock again, “I want this thing, too.”

“I love you too,” he replied, and then reached to cup my pussy in 
his hand. “And I want your pussy just as badly,” he playfully 
added in return.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I excitedly urged him. “I want 
you to fuck me over and over. I want to feel your cock inside my 
body ... forever.”

“Until Sunday, Melissa ...” he cautioned me.

“Until Sunday,” I said with a pouty face.

He then said, “But until Sunday, I’m going to fuck you until you 
beg me to stop, little one.”

“Mmmmmm, I’m your little slut. Use me, Daddy!”

“I could never ‘use’ you, baby girl. But right now I could use a 
toilet.”

I also had to pee pretty badly. We scrambled into the bathroom 
and watched each other sitting on the toilet peeing. I spread my 
legs extra wide so Daddy could see my stream flowing out of me.

I quickly washed between my legs to get rid of all the stale cum, 
too. I washed Daddy’s cock as well and then we ran back to the 
bedroom and jumped into bed.

I pushed him over on his back and climb on top of him, straddling 
his waist. His cock was squeezed between my pussy and his 
stomach.

“Daddy, for the rest of the weekend, I want us to let go and be 
wild. I want you to use me. I want to be your little slut.”

“Are you sure? Be careful what you ask for, baby girl.”

“I’m more than sure,” I confidently stated.

“I can be pretty wild,” he warned me.

“That’s cool. I’m glad for Mom. But for now, I’m your slut. 
Okay?”

“You were warned,” he said, smiling. I raised my eyebrow at him. 
He certainly was confident.

I lifted myself to reach between my legs. Grabbing his throbbing 
shaft, I lined it up with my wet cunt and slowly sat down onto 
his cock. I could feel it slowly stretching me as it filled me 
completely.

“Damn! Damn! Damn!” he exclaimed. “Your cunt is so fucking tight! 
Even when you are wet like this. Oh damn, it is squeezing me so 
fucking good!”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” I breathlessly told him.

“I like to be talked to dirty as well,” he replied with a sly 
smile.

“Do you like my little pussy, Daddy?” I asked, slowly rising and 
falling on his hard shaft. I could feel every vein and ridge 
rubbing me.

“I love your little pussy. I love watching my cock going in and 
out of it.”

“Do you like fucking your baby girl,” I almost hissed. His cock 
felt so amazingly good.

“I love fucking your hot sexy young body.”

“I can’t get enough of your cock, Daddy,” I groaned at him, 
squeezing him tightly inside me.

“Oh sweet Jesus! You’re so fucking tight!”

“You’re so damn huge in me.” I squealed. “Your cock is so big and 
hard. Oh God, how I love it inside me!”

I gyrated my hips as I fucked him to take him at slightly 
different angles. No matter how I took him, it always felt the 
best when he was completely inside me.

“I can feel the head of your sexy cock so deep in me,” I 
breathlessly told him. “But now, Daddy dear, your baby girl is 
going to fuck you silly!”

I began to ride his cock as fast and hard as I could. All I 
wanted right then was to fuck that beautiful piece of hard meat. 
I wanted to feel it deep and hard in me, over and over. We were 
two animals going at each other. I wanted his dick to explode and 
fill me with thick hot sperm, the same sperm that made me so many 
years ago.

I began wailing as my orgasm took over, “Oh God, yes! I’m 
cumming, Daddy! I’m cumming on your hard cock! Oh, Daddyyyy! Fuck 
meeeeeeee!” I collapsed on his chest.

After my orgasm subsided, he lifted me from his cock and rolled 
me over on my back. Amazingly, he hadn’t cum.

“I want more, Daddy!” I eagerly exclaimed, like a child that 
could never be satisfied.

“I’m going to give you all you can take right now, baby girl!” He 
spread my legs and kneeled between them.

Daddy put my legs over his shoulders and drove his cock hard and 
deep with one thrust. My cunt was plenty wet enough to take him 
without it hurting. He began fucking me with all his power.

He slammed hard each time he drove into me. I grunted with each 
and every deep thrust. I saw his eyes looking into mine, 
searching for just a moment to see if I was in pleasure or pain.

With both hands, I reached to grab his sexy ass, and pulled him 
to me as hard as I could. He then knew for certain that I wanted 
what he was giving me. This was pleasure for me, not pain. His 
pounding cock could only bring me pleasure.

I got lost in the intense lust of the moment. I began saying 
things I never dreamed I would say to him.

“Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me with your big daddy cock! Fuck 
your baby girl!”

He looked at me a little amused, “Do I need to spank you for 
being so nasty? Do I need to wear out your cute little ass for 
fucking your daddy?”

“Spank me! Do anything, Daddy! Just keep fucking my little pussy! 
Please! Please! Pleaseeeeeee!”

“Damn you, baby girl. You’re going to get filled with my hot cum 
if you keep squeezing my cock with your fucking tight pussy like 
this!”

“Fill me with your sperm!” I intently growled at him. “Fuck me 
hard you bastard and fill me with your cum!! Make me pregnant, 
Daddy! Knock your little girl up with your baby!”

“Oh fuck! God damn you! Here it comes! Ohhhhhhh damnnnnnnnn 
fuckkkkkkkk!” he loudly howled.

He drove his cock as deep as he could in me. An explosion 
occurred within both of us. His cock jerked inside me as he 
spurted cum deep into my young pussy ... into my womb. My whole 
body became intensely rigid as I screamed incoherently.

We held each other tight while trembling from the intensity of 
our climax. He collapsed onto me, with his cock still balls deep. 
My face was buried in his chest as he held my head.

After a few moments, he pulled my head back and kissed my 
forehead. I knew I had thrown him into a sexual frenzy when I 
told him to make his own daughter pregnant. I knew he was now 
scared of what he might have just done.

“I’m still on the pill, Daddy. Don’t worry,” I told him, giggling 
a little through my ragged breathing.

He smiled, and a long sigh of relief escaped his body. He said 
nothing else. He just held me close as we fell into a deep sleep.


******


I woke up later lying next to Daddy. It was about mid-morning. He 
was on his back and it was obvious that even with all of the 
things we had done the past few days, his cock was still ready 
for more. I thought for sure I had taken care of his morning 
erection earlier. I couldn’t resist making good use of this one. 
I also couldn’t think of a better way to wake up my handsome 
daddy.

I carefully lifted my head from his shoulder and slithered down 
beside him with my head near his perfect cock. Looking at his 
face, I began to lick his hard shaft, dragging my tongue softly 
along his cock to see how much it would take to wake him.

I got such a thrill from just from feeling his cock against my 
soft tongue. It was so hard. The veins on his shaft made it look 
so rigid and strong. But it felt very soft as I touched it so 
intimately.

Daddy squirmed a little in his sleep as I continued to tease him. 
I decided to grow bolder and take the head of his cock into my 
wet mouth. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead before taking 
him as deeply as I could. I glanced up to see his eyes wide open. 
I then let his cock slip from my mouth momentarily.

Stroking it lovingly with my hand, I said, “Good morning, lover.”

“Oh God, Melissa. You sure know how to wake a man up.”

“Well, now that you are awake, let’s see if there is anything 
left in my dear daddy,” I said, grinning with the head of his 
dick touching my bottom lip.

Taking him back in my mouth, I began to slowly bob my head. His 
dick was right where we both wanted it, in my wet sucking mouth.

My hand caressed his balls. I planned to keep them drained. They 
felt so huge in my small hand though. My mind kept remembering 
that this was where my life originated. My existence in this 
world was the result of these sexy balls producing the one sperm 
that made Mom pregnant. Of course, I figured that that one sperm 
had been the coolest and sexiest one of them all.

In that moment, as I worshipped his gorgeous cock and balls, I 
began to understand my true feelings for this man that was so 
important to me. This was the man that helped bring me into this 
world, and the man who worked hard to provide a home for me. This 
was the man who made sacrifices so that I could have the things I 
needed and wanted, the man who would give up his own life in a 
blink of an eye to save mine.

This wasn’t my lover. This was my father. But we would act like 
lovers for at least another day. I wanted him to know I would do 
anything to please him. We would enjoy each other completely for 
another day and night before I returned to just being his little 
girl again, much closer than we had ever been before, but still 
his daughter.

I continued sucking his big cock. I could take more of it than 
yesterday, but not all. I cursed myself for not being able to 
feel all of it in my mouth and throat.

A fleeting daring thought caused me to smile wickedly to myself. 
Just because we had to stop tomorrow didn’t mean we couldn’t do 
this some other time. I was determined to use his cock again and 
again to practice my deep throating techniques. We had just have 
to find a way.

Daddy began to hold my head and thrust upward, meeting my mouth 
as it descended.

“Melissa, I’m about to cum, baby!”

Looking into his eyes he could see that I wasn’t going to release 
his manhood from my mouth. I wanted to feel his cock explode and 
fill my mouth with cum. Just as his movements and breathing 
became more urgent, I began stroking the base of his cock, and 
held as much of his shaft in my mouth as I could.

His cock swelled. I knew he was so close to squirting. I mentally 
prepared myself for the rush of sperm I was about to get.

“Here it comes, baby girl ... Oh, my God, yes! ... I’m cumming 
nowwwww! ... Ohhhhhhhh Goddddddddddd yesssssssssss 
fuckkkkkkkkkkk!”

Suddenly I felt his cock jerk. My mouth was instantly filled with 
hot cum. I began trying to swallow it all, but I couldn’t keep 
pace with the flow continuously erupting, especially in the 
position I was in.

I pulled my mouth back until just the head was inside, and let 
him finish squirting into his baby girl's mouth. Cum was sliding 
down my chin, and dripped onto his balls.

As he began to relax from his orgasm, I slowly and carefully 
licked the remaining cum from him. I knew his cockhead was 
sensitive now, so I daintily licked over it. I held his cock so 
that the base was against my chin, and began to wipe his cock all 
over my face. He just moaned as he watched me perform such a 
slutty act with his cock.

I moved up his body to get close to his face. I knew I still had 
his cum on my lips. I pressed my lips to his to kiss him deeply. 
Surprisingly he didn’t resist, and he returned the kiss just as 
intensely. It was so erotic for him to taste his own cum from my 
lips and mouth.

“We need to take a shower, baby girl.”

“Only if we can take one together,” I insisted, giving him a 
devilish smile.

“Girl, you are insatiable! It may be awhile before I can be of 
any use to you though,” he said self-consciously.

“I just want us to wash each other, Daddy. I just want to feel 
you touch me all over. Then I want to touch you the same way. I 
just want us to share as much time together as we can.”

“I’m all yours today and tonight, little one,” he replied, but it 
was also a reminder that things would end after that as well.


******


We walked to my parents’ bathroom and stepped into the shower 
together. We took our time washing each other carefully. No wash 
cloths were needed for this bath, our hands only would do. He 
touched every inch of my body so gently. It felt like he was 
worshipping me.

His fingers lingered over my more intimate parts. I felt them 
gently work their way inside my pussy. Then he moved his fingers 
to brush over my tight little asshole, before slowly inserting 
one finger.

I looked back at him with a little fear in my eyes. I had never 
had anything in my tight ass other than one of my own small 
fingers.

He smiled reassuringly and said, “I won’t hurt you. I can tell 
you’re very tight.”

He then playfully gave my ass a quick spank.

“Ohhhh, Daddy. Are you going to spank me now for being such a 
naughty little girl?” I said, smiling sexily.

“Maybe later, baby girl. It depends on just how bad you are 
today,” he said with his own wicked smile.

Once he was finished washing me, I began to bathe his strong sexy 
body. I took my time feeling every inch of this man. I prayed 
that one day my own husband would look this fucking hot!

After washing his front very lovingly, I had him turn around. I 
quickly washed his back and his legs. It wasn’t that I didn’t 
want to spend more time with them. But what I really wanted was 
to spend as much time holding and caressing the sexy tight ass 
that was right in front of me.

I took my time washing and loving each of his butt cheeks. I then 
slid my fingers slightly between them, rubbing the length of the 
crack of his ass. Unable to resist, I pushed a finger against his 
asshole.

He looked back at me like I had done with him before. Giving him 
a devilish smile, I began to slowly work that finger into his 
ass.

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I won’t hurt you. I can see you’re very 
tight too,” I said with a sly smile.

He just rolled his eyes while smiling and shaking his head. I 
then slapped his tight ass cheeks a few times.

“So, have I been so bad that I deserve a spanking?” he asked.

“Probably. But you’re not through being my bad Daddy yet... at 
least not until tomorrow anyways,” I said very softly, as I 
wrapped my arms around this wet naked man I so adored.

We got out of the shower quickly as the water was beginning to 
turn cold. We took some time drying each other, and taking 
opportunities to steal a few quick intimate feels of each other.

Walking downstairs together, we went to the kitchen to fix a 
breakfast for us. Daddy reached for a bowl and then a box of 
cereal.

“Stop right there, mister,” I scolded him. “I’m going to fix you 
a REAL breakfast. You’re gonna need a lot of energy today, 
buster.”

That got me yet another rolling of his eyes, but he didn’t argue 
about it.

I then told him to put a robe or clothes on so he could get his 
newspaper from the box at the end of the drive.

After he returned, he sat down holding the newspaper in front of 
him to read it. But I could see that he was just watching me 
while I cooked bacon and eggs with just an apron on. My little 
ass was exposed, and I didn’t hesitate showing it off to him.

We ate what turned out to be both breakfast and lunch. 
Unfortunately, there were a few chores we needed to do, and then 
we would have the rest of the day to play together.

I washed all of the breakfast dishes. Then, I got together the 
little bit of laundry that needed done. I instinctively reminded 
myself that the bed linen we had been so intimate on needed to be 
changed and washed the next day before Mom got home. Daddy 
vacuumed the family room and hallway, and then gathered up the 
trash to take outside.

At one point, I went into my brother’s room, just to see if 
anything was out of place. Daddy found me in there, looking at 
one of Sam’s sex magazines a friend had given him. Daddy thought 
it was cute that his baby girl was looking at a trashy magazine, 
which led to us fucking as I told him how I had discovered it. 
Daddy just made me bend forward so that my ass was pointing at 
him. His cock was already hard again and he drove it into my 
pussy from behind. He fucked me fast and furious, and it didn’t 
take long for him to cum. I was absolutely amazed that he could 
fuck me again so soon.

When Daddy had cum I quickly wiped between my legs with a couple 
of tissues from Sam’s nightstand. I figured we better not drip 
any cum in Sam’s room. I took the sticky tissues with me to 
discard them in the toilet and followed Daddy out into the hall. 
I looked back inside to check to see if we had left any obvious 
signs of fucking in my brother’s room. I just hoped Sam wouldn’t 
smell the sex in the air when he got home the next day. He would 
probably think I had been in there masturbating to his dirty 
magazines.

We then decided to spend some time out by the pool. We did it 
under the guise of working on our tans and swimming, but we both 
knew what we would really be doing.

Daddy took his time putting tanning oil all over my body. His 
touches always seemed like the first time. My body was reacting 
with lust every time he touched me now. I returned the favor 
after he finished with me. I took my time with his body just like 
he had with mine.

I especially enjoyed putting oil on his cock, which of course 
grew hard in my hands. But I knew he needed a break from sex 
right then. He had already used that magnificent cock quite often 
during the past two days.

We both napped a little off and on as we lounged around in the 
sun for a few hours. After a while though, I got up and decided 
to jump into the pool to cool off. Little did I realize just how 
much hotter things would become for me.

I jumped in so that the splash of the water got Daddy wet.

“I think you did that on purpose, little girl!”

“Who? Me?” I asked, smiling very innocently.

“Yes, you! Now bring yourself over here this instant.”

“You’re not going to spank me, father, are you?” I playfully 
asked him, swimming to a shallower part of the pool so I could 
stand on my feet.

Daddy jumped in the pool and came over to me. He then grabbed my 
arm and walked me to the shallow end.

“I think you deserve to be punished for being so bad,” he firmly 
but teasingly stated.

His hard cock was sticking out at me as we reach the end of the 
pool.

“Bend over, young lady.”

“I’ll drown,” I jokingly protested.

“Bend over and put your hands on the side of the pool,” he said a 
little more firmly. I hesitated for a few moments. “Now, missy!” 
I did as he said

He stepped beside me and began rubbing one of my butt cheeks. I 
looked back at him bashfully while biting my lower lip.

He looked down at me and said, “You deserve this, Melissa. You’ve 
been very bad the past few days. You deserve a good spanking.”

He swatted both of my ass cheeks several times.

“Ouch, Daddy!” I unconvincingly squealed, while smiling.

He began spanking me more, but somewhat harder this time.

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack*

“Ohhh God, Daddy! That really does hurt!”

He looked closely at my face to see if he had gone too far. I let 
him know with my eyes that I didn’t really want him to stop. I 
wanted more!

“If you think that hurt ...” he started saying, and then went 
back to spanking my butt, still alternating between each cheek.

*Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* ...

“Oww! Oww! Oww! Oww! ...” I squealed with each slap on my ass.

I was somewhat shocked at what he was doing, but it was 
incredibly erotic as well. His spanking was rather firm and hard, 
but nothing close to actually injuring me or causing bruises.

He took his time whipping my little butt. He was really into it. 
I didn’t complain at all though. He could spank me like that 
anytime he wanted.

After a while, he would spank one cheek and then rub it gently 
before moving to the other. He was definitely enjoying my little 
butt.

Finally he stopped and moved behind me. When his hands grabbed my 
sides, I knew I was about to get a good fucking. Feeling the head 
of his big cock pressing against my very wet opening only 
confirmed it.

He pushed deeply into my cunt and said, “Since you took your 
spanking so well, I think you deserve a little reward.”

I turned my head to look back at him with intense lust in my 
eyes.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I huskily said. “Fuck my naughty little pussy.” 
I knew he loved hearing me say stuff like that. I loved saying it 
to him. “You like fucking your little girl, don’t you?”

“You like it too, you little slut,” he growled intensely at me.

“Oh Jesus, Daddy. Keep fucking me like that!” I breathlessly 
whined.

Water splashed as his body slammed hard against my well-spanked 
ass. His balls were now hitting my erect and sensitive clit. 
Daddy drove his cock harder and harder into my pussy, faster and 
faster. I tried to push back against him, but it became all I 
could do to keep from being knocked into the tiles on the side of 
the pool.

After slamming into me from behind for a few minutes, I almost 
passed out from the intense orgasm that came over me. The earlier 
spanking already had me on the edge. His big pounding cock just 
pushed me completely out of control.

He continued thrusting into me with long and hard strokes as I 
screamed loudly. It was a good thing we didn’t have any houses 
right next to us.

Suddenly Daddy stopped and moved to the shallow edge of the pool 
to sit down. His cock was shiny with my pussy juices. I was 
facing him and he lifted me  and situated me so that my pussy 
lined up with his shaft. He then lowered my body down onto his 
cock until I was completely impaled on his erection.

With our faces close together, we kissed passionately as he 
slowly lifted and lowered me like a sex toy. It felt bigger than 
ever inside me as our tongues danced together. I had no idea how 
many times I came riding his cock.

We fucked like the world was about to end. He wrapped his arms 
around me and pulled me tightly too him. My nipples were pressing 
hard into his chest.

“Baby, I’m about to cum,” he urgently stated.

“I want all of it,” I hissed at him.

He reached from behind to grab the top of my shoulders, and 
pulled me down hard onto his cock. Almost immediately, I could 
feel his huge shaft jerk inside me as he blasted my womb with his 
hot sperm.

I could feel his cock spasming over and over. He buried his face 
in my neck as his orgasm completely overwhelmed him. I wrapped my 
hands around his neck so he would not have to focus on holding 
me. I wanted his full attention on my pussy squeezing every drop 
of sperm out of him.

When he finally began to relax, I kissed his head lovingly. I 
knew he was completely spent. He had given all he could, and I 
just wanted to hold him now. I ran my fingers through his hair, 
giving his face a bunch of quick soft kisses.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before getting out of the 
pool. We grabbed out towels and spread them out on the grass so 
that we could lie together in the sun again. We cuddled and just 
held each other as we relaxed in our contentment.


******


After we had rested some, Daddy told me it was time for us to go 
inside and get cleaned up. “I’m taking my girl out on a date 
tonight,” he informed me with a big grin.

I just smiled, biting my lip. I loved the idea, and we both made 
a dash inside the house. He asked me to go to my own bathroom to 
shower and get ready.

I pouted, “I don’t want to shower without you.”

“Oh, Melissa. It’s not that I don’t want to shower with you. But 
I want you to take your shower in your bathroom and dress up sexy 
for me because I don’t want to see you until you’re ready.”

I smiled as I realized just what he had in mind. Now I wanted the 
same as well.

“The same goes for you too, mister,” I affectionately told him.

While in the shower, I thought briefly about how lucky Mom was to 
have him. I also had a momentary feeling of intense guilt. I knew 
she should be the recipient of all of this attention and not me. 
She was his real lover. She was his wife. But I quickly pushed 
those thoughts and feelings towards the back of my mind. He was 
mine for now ... at least until it would all end the next day.

I quickly finished my shower so that I could spend some time 
primping and getting dressed really sexy for my daddy. I wrapped 
a towel around my hair and began the task of picking out just 
what to wear for this special date, something no girl should have 
to do all by herself. So many possibilities to choose from, so 
many decisions to make, and nobody to ask their opinion. After 
trying several different dresses, skirts, slacks, and tops, I 
finally decided on a sexy black dress.

I had always thought I looked so hot wearing black. The dress I 
had picked out wasn’t too sexy to make me look slutty, but it did 
the job of showing off my body well enough to get men and boys to 
look at me. Of course, I wanted a man to look at me tonight. One 
specific one, to be precise. I was sure the dress would work 
perfectly.

After drying my hair, I slipped on a pair of black lacy panties 
and a matching bra. I sat in my room in front of a mirror and I 
began combing my hair.

Looking in the mirror I noticed Daddy at the door watching me. He 
looked so handsome standing there smiling at me.

I smiled at him. “You are cheating! I didn’t want you to see me 
until I was ready.” I turned around. “I’ll hurry up. Just give me 
a few more minutes.”

“Take your time, Melissa. I’m in no hurry to leave this spot. The 
view from here is so lovely.”

I was almost in tears as I said, “Thank you.”

He walked over and hugged me gently.

“You know we can’t appear to be lovers tonight. Too many people 
know us.”

“I know, Daddy. I just want to be your daughter tonight. Your 
sexy daughter.”

“You will always be that, little one. Always.”

We spent the next few hours out on the town just enjoying being a 
father and daughter that were spending time together. We talked 
about things we normally wouldn’t have. I felt like I could tell 
him anything now. After being a slut for my father for the last 
couple of days, there couldn’t ever be much that I would be too 
embarrassed about to tell him.

I talked about my life and how much I wanted to go to college and 
find a husband to spend the rest of my life with. I even talked 
about some daring things I had done growing up that he didn’t 
know about, especially after he opened up and told me some of the 
same.

It was a special night for both of us that we would not forget 
anytime soon. The only intimacy that he showed me in public was a 
hug, and a kiss on the cheek. But I felt more like a woman than I 
ever had before in my life.

I also began to realize that even though I felt like a woman, I 
was just a teen girl acting like a woman. Watching other adult 
couples together, I knew I still had a lot of growing up to do. I 
also knew things would be back to normal when Mom got home. She 
was the woman in Daddy’s life.


******


We arrived back home and walked into our family room. Daddy 
turned towards me and took me into his arms, surprising me.

“I love you, Melissa. And not just as my daughter.”

“I love you too, Daddy. And not just as my daddy.”

He gently brushed my hair back from my face, and over my ear.

“I wish we could continue being intimate together after tonight,” 
he said. “I’m tempted, but your mother will be back tomorrow and 
...”

“Hush, Daddy ... it ends after tonight. This has been soooo 
special. It can only turn ugly after tonight.”

“I’m a little surprised you’re saying that,” he replied.

I sighed deeply. “I guess I have been coming on pretty strong, 
and I know what you mean when you say you are tempted. I am as 
well. But we both love Mom.”

We were quiet for a second just holding each other, mulling over 
our predicament.

“Some man is going to get himself a very special woman some day,” 
he sweetly said. But Dad’s eyes were seeing past me into some far 
away distance and he had a forlorn look in his handsome face.

I tried to catch his glance and said softly, “I’ll always 
remember this weekend as the one when I started to become a 
woman. You have treated me just like I am a woman. I love you, 
Daddy. But you are my daddy, first and always.”

“And you are my very special daughter ... first and always.”

He pressed his lips to mine, giving me a chaste kiss.

I then looked at him devilishly, “Now kiss me like your lover, 
Daddy. Tonight you’re still my lover, and I want you right now.”

Daddy took me into his arms and embraced me tightly as we kissed 
with all the passion within us. After a few minutes that left me 
almost breathless, he took my hand and walked me to his bedroom. 
As I stood beside his bed, he slowly undressed me. He took his 
time, admiring every part of my body as he uncovered it.

“So beautiful ... so sexy,” he flattered. “There will be so many 
broken hearts.”

I just kept looking at him lovingly.

He lifted me up and placed me on the bed. He undressed with me 
watching him, just like he had watched me being revealed to him. 
He climbed onto the bed and moved over me. And without a word 
spoken, he began to make love to me like I was his bride.

He was in no hurry. He caressed and kissed my body slowly and 
patiently. He kissed each finger. He kissed up my arms. He kissed 
down and back up my legs. He kissed me softly on my lips before 
attaching his mouth to a nipple. He suckled on each gently, 
pinching and playing with the one that wasn’t between his lips.

His kissed and licked his way down my body to just above my 
pussy. I opened my legs and raised my knees and he lay down 
between my thighs. He extended his tongue to gently lick the 
folds of my cunt sucking my inner lips into his mouth, pulling on 
them, biting them gently. I closed my eyes and was moaning 
lustily. His tongue swabbed over my clit making me gasp and 
causing my hips to jerk up and down. He made passionate love to 
my throbbing pussy stabbing into my opening and tasting my 
juices. I felt the first of many orgasms to come overtaking me. 
His mouth sucked in the juices my pussy produced so copiously for 
him.

Daddy then lifted his body over mine and kissed me deeply, as I 
felt his cock push into me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him 
holding him tightly. For just a short moment he did not move and 
we both savored the feeling of being so intimately joined 
together. We fucked each other for a long time. We completely 
lost track of time. We were two people who knew no end to our 
love for the other.

His cock moved slowly within my pussy. It just felt so right. 
Everything was so perfect. After some time, I felt his thrusting 
become urgent. I heard him moan loudly as his cock pushed deeply 
and exploded inside of me.

I held him tight to me. I felt so satisfied. I held and stroked 
his hair as he began to relax from his orgasm.

As we lay together in each other’s arms, we both knew that this 
was not the end of the night.

At that moment, the phone rang. Daddy reached to the nightstand 
to answer it. We both knew immediately who was on the phone. I 
was surprised Mom had not already called.

“Hello?” he asked, leaning closer to me. It allowed me to 
overhear what she was saying to him.

“Hi, sweetheart. How is everything at home?”

“Hi, honey. Everything is going great here. Just relaxing in bed 
right now.”

“How is Melissa? Did she win her game?”

“Melissa is great, honey,” he told me, which made me smile at 
him. He shook his head, knowing I had taken it different than 
what he had meant. “The team lost but she played a great game.”

“Is she home tonight? I bet she’s probably out on another date 
tonight.”

“She had a date last night with Brian so she stayed home tonight, 
baby. We went out earlier and got something to eat together, and 
came back home to relax.”

“Well that surprises me. When was the last time she ever stayed 
home on a Saturday night? Hell, I figured she either had a date, 
or would be hanging out with her friends somewhere.”

I could tell that Daddy had a hard time talking to Mom with me 
lying on the bed after having just fucked me. There I was, his 
daughter, stretched out on the bed he shared with his wife, my 
mom. His cum was slowly leaking from my pussy onto the sheets she 
had changed before she left to go to my grandparents’ house. His 
cock was still covered with both of our drying juices. His face 
and mouth smelled just like my pussy, as he tried to carry on a 
conversation with Mom.

“Is Melissa nearby?” Mom asked. “Can she pick up one of the 
phones?”

“Hang on and I’ll get her to the phone,” he replied to Mom ... as 
well as me.

I looked horrified at Daddy. I shook my head, mouthing ‘no’ to 
him over and over.

He covered the phone and whispered, “Just tell her hello and that 
we went to get something to eat earlier.

Which was true. Of course I was sensible enough to leave out the 
part about Daddy fucking me silly when we got home.

I took the phone from him, “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, baby,” she replied. “Are you taking care of your daddy for 
me?”

What the hell kind of question was that?! Was she reading my mind 
again?!

“Yeah, Mom. I fixed him breakfast this morning ...” I said, and 
then shut my mouth before I said too much.

“Well you never fix me breakfast, girlie,” she playfully 
chastised me. I thought it was the least I could do for Daddy, 
especially after he had made me feel so good.

“I ... ahhh ... I will sometime, Mom,” I stuttered. “I promise.”

“Are you okay, Melissa?”

“Yeah, Mom. I’m just tired tonight,” I said, wishing I hadn’t. 
Why would I be tired? I was usually out on dates! “I think I’m 
gonna go to bed soon,” I added, and then cringed. I felt an urge 
to add ‘not to fuck Daddy or anything’.

I was becoming paranoid. Everything she said to me seemed like 
she knew what had happened the past few days. I was terrified I 
was going to slip up and say something wrong. I just wanted off 
the phone before I really said something stupid!

“Okay, Melissa. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon when we get home. 
I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Mom,” I said. A little guiltily, I added, “I 
love you so much.”

Mom paused, and I then realized I sounded just like I always did 
when I was buttering her up for something I might have done 
wrong.

“Okay ... Goodnight, baby,” she finally answered. “Let me talk to 
your father again.”

Daddy took the phone and I just stared at him, hoping I hadn’t 
said anything wrong.

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon, sweetheart,” he told her. He 
then paused as he listened to her reply, “She has done great. She 
has been helping me with cooking and cleaning.”

I looked at him wide-eyed. I knew she could tell I had not 
sounded normal!

“Goodnight, honey,” he said, and got off the phone. He looked at 
me, “Everything’s okay. Your mom thinks you just have your mind 
on some new guy right now.”

Mom is a very perceptive woman. She CAN read my mind!

I said, “It felt really weird talking to her. After, well ... you 
know.”

“I know ... that is the main reason tonight has to be the end of 
it for us. One of us is bound to eventually do or say the wrong 
thing.”

“Yeah ... I know.”

“Baby girl, can I ask you a few questions? You don’t have to 
answer if you don’t want to. Whatever you say will stay between 
us. We’ve been so open and intimate the past few days anyway. So, 
I was just wondering if you would mind me asking a few things.”

“Well, it does depend on what you ask,” I said, giggling and 
blushing. “A girl does have a right to keep a few secrets from 
her daddy.” But it was good to get my mind of what Mom might 
suspect or not.

“Have you been thinking about ... having sex with me for a long 
time?”

Whoa, he was getting into deep waters right away. “I have thought 
about it over the past couple of years,” I admitted. “I’ve always 
thought that you’re very sexy and handsome. You could say I’ve 
always had a crush on you.”

“I think most daughters are supposed to have a little crush on 
their fathers,” he replied, teasing me.

“Well, my crush is not so little,” I said, still blushing. “I had 
never really fantasized much about us being intimate, but I have 
a few times while ... playing with myself.”

My face was on fire and I felt very embarrassed after saying 
that.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby girl,” he said. “After what we’ve 
done the past few days, how could you ever feel embarrassed 
around me again?”

He reached to hold my hand tenderly.

“Melissa, do you ... masturbate often?” he asked, sorta catching 
me by surprise.

I took half a breath and replied, “Yeah ... Well, if you consider 
once or twice a day as often.”

After saying it, I actually began to relax about talking about my 
private sex life with my father.

“I guess you just use your fingers?”

“That ... and a few odds and ends,” I said, giggling.

“You know your mother masturbates. So do I. It’s a very normal 
thing, even for adults. Your mom even has some toys that we’ve 
purchased over the years.”

“Oh my, God! I never figured Mom would use toys!”

“You’d be surprised at how much you don’t know about your 
mother,” he grinned.

“Can I see some of them?” I eagerly asked.

He got off the bed and went to Mom’s dresser. He took a box out 
and brought it back over to the bed.

“I don’t believe this!” I breathless whined.

We were sitting with the box between us in the middle of the bed 
when he lifted the cover off of it. Inside were various dildoes 
and vibrators, some quite thin and short while others seemed 
huge. I also saw what I guessed to be nipple clamps. There were a 
few other things as well that I didn’t recognize.

I reached to pick up one of the larger vibrators. It was about 
ten inches long, and quite thick. I looked at Daddy, and a very 
nasty thought entered my mind.

I held the vibrator to my nose and sniffed it to see if I could 
smell Mom’s pussy. I even licked it seductively to see if I could 
taste her on it. Unfortunately, she must have thoroughly cleaned 
her toys after using them.

I then got an even nastier thought. Holding the vibrator out to 
Daddy, I said in a cute but devilish voice, “Fuck me with it, 
Daddy.”

“You want me to use your mother’s vibrator in your pussy?” he 
said, a little surprised.

“Uh huh,” I replied, with a determined expression.

“My God, girl. You are insatiable!”

“I just can’t get enough, Daddy. So either fuck me, or shoot me,” 
I said, laughing.

“Well I don’t think I could ever shoot you. So, I guess I better 
take the other option,” he said with his own devilish grin.

Daddy took the vibrator, and then had me lie back on the bed with 
my legs bent and spread apart. He scooted up beside me, and 
placed the tip of the vibrator at the opening of my soaked pussy. 
Slowly he began to fuck me with it. With each thrust, he pushed 
it just a little deeper than before.

The thing felt so fucking big inside my little pussy. The width 
and length of it was stretching me like I had never been 
stretched before. Daddy kept pushing it deeper and deeper. It was 
a strange feeling. I did not feel any real pain, it was more like 
some discomfort as the vibrator pushed against my womb and some 
of my other organs and tried to move them up inside my body. But 
being so filled to the maximum was deeply thrilling as well.

Daddy took his time though so he wouldn’t hurt me. He knew 
without asking that I had never had anything this big inside my 
pussy before.

He lowered his mouth to suck and nibble on one of my very hard 
nipple. I held his head to my tit as I moaned appreciatively. He 
took his time, alternating between my breasts.

“Look down here, baby,” he said after a short time. “Look how 
much is inside you.”

“Oh fuck! The whole damn thing is inside me!”

“Your mom likes it this deep inside her, too. She is very tight 
just like you are, so it takes time to get it all inside her. She 
normally needs me to help her like I’m helping you now.”

“Fuck me with it and make me cum like Mom does! Please Daddy? 
Fuck me with her toy!”

Daddy began to move the huge vibrator again, fucking me slowly 
with Mom’s toy. I had already fucked her husband. Now I was 
fucking one of her private toys as well! He worked it gently at 
first, but slowly increased the pace of his thrusts.

He then began sucking my nipples harder, biting them firmly. I 
couldn’t take any more, and began screaming out my orgasm.

“Oh fuck, yessssssssss!” I yelled out as my body went rigid. I 
didn’t want that feeling to ever end.

As I regained some ability to think, I realized that my whole 
body was trembling. As I tried to catch my breath, Daddy slowly 
removed Mom’s vibrator from my pussy. He held it to his mouth and 
began licking my juices from it. It was so erotic the way he did 
it.

I couldn’t resist rubbing my still throbbing cunt. I wondered if 
he could taste his own cum on it. My pussy probably had a good 
bit of his sperm still in it. Thinking about it almost made me 
horny again.

He put the vibrator on the nightstand, and placed the box to the 
floor. He scooted over next to me. I snuggled up to him so that 
my head was resting on his chest, with an arm draped over him. We 
were both totally spent. Exhaustion had overcome us.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, a little sullenly.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“I know this has to end now ... and I don’t want it to ... But I 
understand why.”

“Thank you, Melissa. You made me feel like a young man again,” he 
said. “I envy your boyfriends so much. You’re so special to me 
and always will be.”

“You’re not that old, Daddy” I replied, rubbing his chest. 
“You’re the best lover I’ve ever had.”

He grinned. “So age and experience can overcome youth and 
exuberance?”

I groaned. “First you wear me out and now you are cutting lame 
jokes.”

He laughed. “Who wore out whom?”

I shook my head. “I’m too tired to continue that discussion.”

I turned my head to kiss him, and then laid it on his shoulder. 
He reached to turn off the lamp by the bed.

We just lay together, lost in our own thoughts as we both drifted 
off to sleep with mixed emotions about what had happened ... and 
what could or would happen now. Mom would be home the next day. 
Could we now resist each other after enjoying the intense 
pleasures of the past few days? Was this really the end of my 
love affair with my daddy?


******


Once again I looked deeply into Mark’s eyes for what I hoped 
would be there, his understanding and his love for me. I wasn’t 
sure what I saw though. I was glad that he at least had not 
bolted form my apartment. I couldn’t have blamed him if he had. I 
just kept piling it on him. I wondered when he would reach his 
breaking point though, and leave me forever. Would I be able to 
tell before he got to that point?


Chapter 4

	
I looked at Mark and began to get very concerned. He wasn’t 
showing any reactions that would give me a clue as to how he felt 
about me at this point. What I wanted so badly right then was for 
him to show me that he still loved me, no matter how wicked my 
confession had been so far. But he just looked at me with this 
blank expression and didn’t say a word.

I had to force myself to continue telling him the rest of 
Saturday night, and especially that Sunday.


******  


During the night while we both slept, I dreamt about Daddy and me 
together. The dream seemed so real. In it, Daddy and I were 
waiting for Mom to get home. It was Sunday afternoon and Daddy 
and I couldn’t keep our eyes off of each other. We still wanted 
each other so very badly, even though it was supposed to be over.

When Mom arrived home and came into the living room, Daddy fended 
her off rushing into his arms to greet him. Rather he stood and 
made an announcement to the family that he and I were now husband 
and wife. Mom stood there in shock, looking at the two of us. My 
brother and sister were standing with their mouths hanging open. 
I quickly looked up at Daddy, stunned and bewildered.

What had happened to our promise not to hurt Mom or the family!?

Daddy walked over to me, and picked me up in his arms, “My new 
wife and I will be in our bedroom. Caroline, you can move into 
Melissa old room. Kids, I still expect you to respect your 
mother, but Melissa is now the woman of this house.”

Daddy carried me to ‘our’ bedroom and placed me on the bed. He 
straddled my body and kissed me passionately. Even though I was 
in a state of bewilderment, his hand found my pussy wet and ready 
for him. I certainly didn’t feel horny, but my body reacted 
otherwise.

He began to fuck me with his fingers while telling me between 
kisses how much better I was than his ‘old wife’.

I looked toward the door and saw Mom standing there, tears 
flowing down her face as she watched her husband making love to 
their daughter. He was telling me how much he loved me more than 
his real wife right in front of her!

Daddy never looked at Mom. He was completely focused on me. He 
kneeled between my legs, placing his hard shaft between my pussy 
lips. He then thrust deeply into me. Mom stared at us in 
disbelief, hurt and in anger.

She walked over to the bed. I could see the extreme anguish on 
her face and in her eyes. Before her on her own bed, the man she 
had cherished for over twenty years, and the daughter she given 
birth to just sixteen years ago, were fucking as if it was so 
natural.

“How could you do this to me, James?!”

“She’s young and exciting, Caroline,” he replied. “We couldn’t 
help ourselves.”

Mom then verbally laid into both of us, “You can have the little 
tramp! She is nothing but a shameless slut, and always will be. I 
never thought you would hurt me like this, you bastard! How many 
other little girls have you fucked over the years behind my back? 
It serves you right to end up with your whore of a daughter as 
your ‘wife’ now. You deserve each other!”

Daddy said nothing as he continued to fuck me like a man 
possessed. What was happening to my family?!

“Mom, please don’t leave!” I cried out. “This isn’t what I want. 
I don’t want you to leave us. I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, my own 
tears running down my face. Daddy just kept fucking me through it 
all.

“Listen, you little bitch,” she spat at me. “You’re nothing but a 
worthless cunt. You’re no longer my daughter ... just the little 
whore that stole my husband from me. I don’t ever want to see you 
again!” she shouted, turning around to leave us forever.

“NO, MOM. NOOOOOOO!” I screamed.

I tried to push Daddy off of me, but he wouldn’t stop fucking me! 
His face seemed blank. He seemed oblivious to the destruction of 
his own family. I was just a little teen slut for him to fuck. I 
was the one that had seduced him, and now he just wanted to fuck 
me instead of saving his family!

“GET OFF ME, DADDY! PLEASE DON”T GO, MOOOOOMMM! ...”

I suddenly woke from my sleep in a complete panic, jumping out of 
bed to go after Mom before I realized I had only been dreaming. 
Daddy was still in bed next to where I had been lying.

But this was not just a dream. This was my worst nightmare ever.

Tears flowed down my own face as I realized that no matter how 
wonderful this weekend had been, it could still cause just as 
much harm. My family still could be destroyed because of what I 
had done. My impulsive nature could cause me to lose what was so 
precious to me, my family, just because I became horny for my 
daddy.

I also feared that I would be haunted forever with unfulfilled 
lust for my father. How could our affair just end when it had 
just begun? So many conflicting feelings and emotions were 
overwhelming me.

Dad never woke up, not even from my screaming. He was out like a 
light.

I got back in bed, and cried softly to myself as I fell back 
asleep in the darkness of my parents’ bedroom.


******

With the sun shining into the bedroom, I wasn’t sure which one of 
us woke up first. But I found myself looking into Daddy’s eyes as 
we lay beside each other.

“Melissa, let’s get cleaned up and get something to eat. We need 
to straighten up the house this morning before your mother gets 
home.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I simply said, resigned to the fact that our 
weekend together was over.

I clinched my lips together as I stood by the bed, looking down 
at it. The past two nights had been incredible. Now there were 
only the remnants of our passion on the sheets. Glancing down at 
myself, those remnants were also dried on my body.

Everything felt very strange. I still felt excited over 
everything that had happened. But I also felt very sad that it 
was over. I also felt anger welling up in me. I felt anger at my 
mom.

I didn’t want this affair to end. I wanted things to continue 
forever. But I had to stop because of my mom. I almost felt 
hatred for her at that moment.

However, I also remembered the dream so vividly from the previous 
night. Reality finally hit me. Mom was the one who should be 
angry! Mom was the one that should feel hatred! What had I done?! 
Intense guilt hit me and made me cringe.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Nothing ... just trying to wake up,” I replied.

“Are you feeling guilty now?” he asked, which really surprised 
me.

“Yeah. Some. Daddy, have you ever cheated on Mom before?”

“Honey ... I can’t say that I’ve always been an angel over the 
years. I’ve openly flirted with various women I’ve known. I’ve 
been to stag parties and strip shows. I’ve enjoyed a few stolen 
kisses and touches with a few women. But I have never had an 
affair with anyone. I’ve never been intimate with another woman 
behind your mother’s back.”

“Until now,” I stated.

He nodded.

“That’s why I feel guilty,” I replied. “I know how bad I would 
feel if I found out my husband had cheated on me. Now here I am, 
the other woman that you cheated on your wife with ... my mom!”

“Listen, Melissa. We’ve got to be careful. Your mom knows both of 
us very well. We can’t afford to act any different around your 
mother. I know that might be hard for a few days. But we 
absolutely have to act the same around each other like always. 
Remember, your sister and brother will be here, too. You can’t 
let them notice anything different either.”

“I know. It’s just hard right now. I guess I still want you so 
bad that I can’t ...”

“Melissa! You made a promise to me!” he said loudly, startling 
me.

“I did promise ... I still promise,” I meekly replied. “I know 
what can happen if I don’t keep my promise,” I said almost 
mournfully.

He came closer and put his arms around me. A tear formed in my 
eye, rolling down my cheek. He wiped it from my face and held my 
chin in his hand.

“I’m sorry I said that so rough to you, baby girl. There is just 
too much at stake now. Please remember, I love you. I always 
will, no matter what. This weekend will always be special to me. 
It is something you and I shared that will remain ours forever. 
I’ll make it up to your mother in many ways. But please remember 
that we’re a family, and we have to protect our family ... even 
though we didn’t over the last few days.”

I looked up at him knowing he was right.

“Okay, Daddy. I won’t let you down.”

I realized I needed to focus on what I needed to do to keep my 
family together, and block out all other feelings. If I didn’t, I 
knew I would slip up in front of Mom. I could never let that 
happen! And I knew it would be hard to keep my real feelings from 
Mom because all too often she could read my mind.

I looked over at the nightstand and saw Mom’s vibrator still 
there from the previous night. I reached over to pick it up.

“I guess we do need to REALLY pick up around the house,” I said, 
giggling and feeling somewhat better about things.

He laughed at me, “Maybe we should make sure everything is in its 
proper place!”

“Hey! I thought you said it was over now?” laughing at his double 
entendre.

“Get your little ass in the shower, you bad girl,” he said, 
chuckling and swatting at my naked butt.

After taking separate showers, I fixed us both a quick breakfast. 
We had much to do to make sure the house was prepared for Mom’s 
return.

We spent the morning cleaning up the entire house. We went room 
by room to make sure there was no evidence left of our weekend 
affair. I made sure all the sheets and towels that we fucked on 
were washed and dried, with fresh linen put on the bed. Daddy 
made sure that Mom’s toys were cleaned and put back in place, out 
of sight.

After we were both convinced that there was nothing left to do to 
cover up our affair, we went to the family room and collapsed 
onto separate chairs. I couldn’t help but look over at the couch 
where I had played with Daddy’s big beautiful cock for the first 
time.

I quickly pushed those thoughts from my mind. I couldn’t let 
myself think about that. I had to be strong and act normally. I 
had to keep the feelings for my father out of my mind. He was 
first and always my daddy now.

About mid-afternoon, we both heard Mom’s car when it pulled into 
the garage. Daddy got up from his chair and went to the door 
leading to the garage to greet her. I couldn’t bring myself to 
move from my chair. I just sat and stared blankly at the TV. I 
was afraid she would look at me and immediately know exactly what 
I had done.

Sam and Jessica practically ran through the family room on their 
way to go upstairs. My brother said something to me, but I wasn’t 
paying attention to anything right then other than Mom.

I heard Mom as she came through the door to the family room. She 
didn’t say anything to me, but I was aware that she was moving 
closer to me.

“Must be a good movie, huh?” she said, attempting to get my 
attention.

I smiled brightly at her and jumped up to hug her tightly.

“Welcome home, Mom,” I said. “I missed you.”

“Did you stay out of trouble while I was gone?”

“Yeah, Mom,” I replied, mentally cringing at what was a horrible 
lie. For a few moments, I was overwhelmed with guilt. But 
outwardly, I kept my composure.

“Well, it looks like you helped your father keep the house 
looking nice,” she said, glancing around. “I’m proud of you.”

I looked at the couch and wondered if she could tell her husband 
had fucked someone other than her on it. I chided myself for 
letting that thought pop in my head. I had to stay in control or 
I knew I would fuck up and make her suspicious. I couldn’t let 
her see me act any differently than before.

Daddy helped Mom unload the car. As they headed upstairs with the 
suitcases and bags, I had a sudden panic attack as I tried to 
remember if everything was as it should be in their room. Again, 
I got on myself for not controlling my thoughts. I had already 
triple checked their bedroom.

The rest of the day and night passed without any problems. Mom 
acted the same as she always did. That helped me to relax and 
keep my own thoughts under control.

Later in the evening, Mom cuddled up with Daddy on the couch. I 
immediately had mixed feelings. I knew she was where she 
belonged, but I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. I just 
sat in the same chair as I was in when Mom got home.

My parents went to bed about their normal time. My brother and 
sister pretty much stayed in their rooms during the evening. That 
left me alone in the family room for the first time that day.

I was still sitting in the same chair, staring at the TV once 
again. I would normally crash on the couch when no one else was 
around, but I just couldn’t that night. I mostly just stared at 
the TV, feeling a little lost in a house I had grown up in.

Finally after flipping through the channels and finding nothing 
of interest, I decided to go up to my room. As I reached the top 
of the stairs, I saw the light shining from under my parent’s 
bedroom door at the end of the hall.

I passed by my room and quietly walked to just outside their 
closed door. I wanted to know if they were talking about me. Was 
my mom suspicious of anything?

As I put my ear close to the door, I heard what were the obvious 
sounds of them having sex. It sounded like they were really into 
it too! I smiled to myself. I was happy for them. They should be 
fucking each other.

I then remember that for the previous two nights, I had been the 
one in that very bed getting fucked wonderfully by that same man. 
I knew just how good he was making Mom feel.

I heard both of them groaning through their orgasms. The sounds 
coming from their room were so recognizable. I couldn’t help but 
touch my own pussy. God, I was soaked!

After it became quiet, I slipped away from their door and went to 
my own bedroom. I certainly didn’t want to get caught spying on 
them.

After flouncing on my bed, I lay on my back staring up at the 
ceiling. My mind was instantly flooded with memories of my 
daddy’s gorgeous cock. I saw myself holding, kissing, licking, 
sucking and fucking his magnificent shaft. I tried not to think 
about my feelings though, just the images. I just let the images 
roll through my mind.

One particular memory stuck out though. It was the previous 
morning after our first fuck. It was when I had gone into my 
brother’s room looking for any trash that needed to be thrown 
out.

While taking a moment to tuck the bed sheet under the mattress 
better, I had found one of his dirty magazines hidden under it. 
It was one his friend, Chris, had given him about two years ago. 
At the time, I had walked in on the two of them, when that 
magazine, along with a few others, had been laid out on my 
brother’s bed. They had pulled down their pants and underwear. It 
didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were doing.

My brother was pissed off that I had barged in on them. I told 
him he should have had the door locked if he didn’t want someone 
catching them jerking off to porn. They had thought they were 
alone in the house, that I had gone shopping with Mom.

I teased them both a good bit. Chris did his best to get me to 
strip and join them, and I did feel the urge to do just that. He 
was seriously cute, and was a rising junior. But there was no way 
I was going to take off my clothes or do anything sexual with my 
brother in the room.

Our friends would have found out about it, and then it would have 
been all over school. Before long, the story would have been that 
I had done a threesome with Chris and my brother. I knew better 
than to get caught in that trap.

I did get a good look at the magazines though. They were really 
hardcore. The one I had specifically picked up and looked at was 
the same one I had just found. I remembered this one pictorial 
that really caught my attention at the time.

Later I asked my brother where the magazines came from, and why 
they weren’t jerking off to internet porn. He told me they were 
some that Chris’ father had thrown out. Chris told them his 
father had gotten them from a sleazy sex store over the years. He 
begged me not to tell Mom and Daddy, and I said I wouldn’t. He 
then told me I could look at the ones Chris had given him 
whenever I wanted, but I never did.

I couldn’t resist pulling it out right then though. He would 
never know. That meant he couldn’t tease me about it.

I flipped through the pages. It had a lot of pictures of young 
girls fucking and sucking horny older men with big cocks. Some of 
the girls were dressed in cheerleader outfits. Some were dressed 
in school uniforms with their hair in pig tails. It made them 
look a lot younger than they really were. Most of the girls were 
very petite with really small breasts.

I was so focused on the pictures, that I didn’t hear Daddy 
approach the door.

“I didn’t know you liked that type of reading material,” Daddy 
said, standing just inside the room. I jump momentarily from the 
surprise of Dad walking in on me. He was smiling at me while I 
sat on the bed with my older brother’s dirty magazine open.

“Well, it’s NOT my magazine, Daddy!”

“I know, sweetheart. I figured Sam might have a few of those 
stashed away somewhere for his personal use.”

Pointing at what appeared to be dried cum on a page, I giggled, 
“Yeah, VERY personal use.”

We both laughed at each other.

Daddy walked closer and looked over my shoulder at a blonde 
cheerleader getting fucked by a football coach as she leaned over 
his desk in his school office.

“That looks like fun. Don’t you think, little one?” he said 
playfully.

“Do you want me to be your little cheerleader?” I teased.

“Baby, you can be anything you want, but right now I want you to 
lean over this desk and let me fuck your little pussy just like 
that coach is fucking that cheerleader.”

I leaned over my brother’s desk and Daddy quickly moved to line 
his waving cock up with my dripping cunt. He teased me for a few 
moments with his cockhead, rubbing it up and down through my wet 
slit before pushing it slowly into my pussy. He then drove his 
thick shaft in and out of me with long hard strokes.

He kept a steady rhythm for a few minutes while keeping quiet. I 
wondered if he was pretending I really was a cheerleader. It felt 
extremely naughty getting fucked in my brother’s room, leaning on 
his desk!

When Daddy finally started talking, he couldn’t resist asking me 
some naughty questions about me and my brother.

“Have you ever done anything nasty with Sam?”

I turned my head back to look at him, surprised at his question 
as he continued to fuck me intensely.

“Why are you asking me about him?” I panted unsteadily as he kept 
fucking me. With a devilish grin, I then asked, “You don’t think 
I would be fucking anyone in my family, do you?”

“It would be okay, baby girl,” he answered. “I can’t very well be 
angry with my own cock buried in your tight little pussy.”

“Well ... if you must know ... we have played together a little.”

“What have you two done together?” he anxiously asked.

“We’ve ... touched each other. I used to jerk his cock off 
sometimes. He liked to finger fuck me. Sometimes he would put his 
cock on my pussy and rub it against my mound.

“Is that all?” jamming his cock in hard while asking.

“I ... sucked him off a few times,” I replied as he began to 
rapidly pound me. “All of this happened a few years ago.”

“You’ve been a very bad girl.”

“I’m bad only for you now, Daddy.”

“I bet your brother wishes he could be right where I am right 
now!”

All the talk of my brother was about to take me over the edge. I 
started saying things to shock him as well.

“Oh, God, Daddyyyyy ... you’re fucking me so good! Fuck me harder 
...ohhhhh, yesssss ... right here in Sam’s room! Imagine you’re 
watching him fuck me right now, Daddy! Oh Godddddd, yesssss! 
Would you like to see that? Your son fucking your daughter?”

He was on his own edge of cumming as well.

“Ohhhhhhhhh dammmmmmmmmm, yessssssssss!” he loudly groaned. “I 
could fuckkkk youuuu foreverrrrrrrrrrrr!”

His thrust became very determined as he started cumming. Each 
stab was very deliberate and timed to match each squirt from his 
cock. I felt his cock jerking as he held it in me for a brief 
time after each lunge into my tight little hole, filling me with 
his hot cum.

He finally was spent. He just stood there with his cock still 
inside me. I was squeezing his shaft as tight as I could, milking 
the last of his cum out.

I then asked him, “Daddy, what would you say if you caught me 
fucking Sam now?”

“I’m not sure, Melissa,” he said, pausing to think for a moment. 
“I think I would wish I could be fucking your gorgeous young body 
at the same time.”

I leaned up letting his cock finally slip out and hugged him, 
“You’re such a naughty daddy.”

“Of course, it would never happen, baby girl.”

“Of course,” I replied, smiling devilishly again.

I shook my head in amazement as I remembered all of that. It had 
only been yesterday. While recalling the scene in Sam’s room from 
yesterday, I had buried my fingers deep in my throbbing cunt. I 
had had a terrific orgasm while reliving it, too.

Contented for the moment, I quickly dozed off to sleep. I was 
physically and emotionally exhausted after what had been the 
wildest weekend of my life so far.


******


After that Sunday, the next week passed by without incident. I 
was able to push my feelings for Daddy out of my mind most of the 
time. The erotic images occasionally filled my head though. It 
was hard to forget them. But it was becoming easier for me to 
deal with the emotions and lust that those images had generated. 
The guilt of being involved with Daddy was slowly fading. I still 
played with my pussy while remembering that weekend though.

During the week, I asked Daddy several times if he thought Mom 
was suspicious of us.

“Do you think Mom suspects?”

“She isn’t acting any different and neither am I when I’m around 
her,” he replied. Pushing the hair from my face, “You’re doing a 
good job, too.”

The simple act of brushing my hair from my face stirred memories 
of our intimacy. I could remember how he looked at my face so 
lovingly. He was in love with me then. Maybe he still was? Maybe 
he still wanted us to be lovers?


******


Several months passed without anything happening between us. I 
was getting back into the school routine. Mom never suspected 
anything from what I could tell. Occasionally, I would find 
myself remembering that weekend and wishing for more of the same. 
But I didn’t ever try to initiate anything.

Several times while cuddling with Daddy on the couch, he would 
get an erection. But that had also occurred in the past. I didn’t 
act on my impulses when they happened, no matter how strong they 
were at times. But as time passed, my impulses grew stronger and 
stronger.

The guilt of that weekend faded to the point that it didn’t 
preoccupy my mind anymore. I began getting friskier around Daddy, 
trying to excite him, if only innocently.

Daddy also started to become more physical with me. It only 
encouraged me to tease and flirt with him even more.

Mom could see some of this playfulness between us, but I was sure 
it wasn’t anything alarming or new to her. We had always been 
very close as a father and daughter. If anything, Mom seemed to 
be happy that Daddy and I were so close.

I also figured any jealousy she had was probably more directed 
toward Daddy than me. I got the impression Mom wished she was as 
buddy-buddy with me as I was with him. She still intimidated me 
like no one else could. I was always very careful what I said or 
did around her out of fear of getting lectured. It was different 
with Daddy because he had always let me get away with so much.

One evening, Mom was out of the house at some meeting, and my 
brother and sister were at friends’ houses. Daddy and I were 
alone for the evening for the first time since that fateful 
weekend. In fact, it was our first time alone for any extended 
time.

We were nude as usually when we didn’t have anyone visiting. A 
movie was about to begin that we both wanted to watch. I ran into 
the kitchen and microwaved a bag of popcorn. After grabbing the 
freshly popped bag, I hurried back into the family room to sit on 
the couch with Daddy.

I teased him by tossing pieces of popcorn at his mouth. It became 
a game for both of us.

We just enjoyed being with each other, and not caring about 
anything else. It felt like we were the only two people that 
existed.

I grabbed a small handful of popcorn and threw all of it gently 
at my daddy’s face.

“Melissa! Now you have popcorn everywhere!” he exclaimed while 
chuckling.

“Let me clean it up, Daddyyyyy,” I said playfully in my best 
little girl voice.

I reach across his lap to pick up pieces of popcorn. My bare tits 
brushed against his chest and arm. After a few moments, I glanced 
down and noticed that his cock was quickly growing hard. 
Immediately I felt that same impulse I had felt that Thursday 
night when I first touched him in a purely sexual way. I felt a 
strong impulse to touch his cock again. I quickly rationalized 
that since we were alone no one would ever know if we fooled 
around.

I leaned back so that I was sitting on my legs while facing 
Daddy. There were still pieces of popcorn in his lap. I couldn’t 
resist the impulse. I knew it was wrong, but I felt compelled to 
do what I did next. I needed to do it. I had missed it so much. 
No one would ever know. His cock was so beautiful and so hard in 
front of me. I had to touch it. I had to have it!

With my mind made up I reached into his lap and picked up a piece 
of popcorn. I intentionally brushed my hand against his cock. He 
didn’t react or try to stop me. His cock began to throb as it 
poked out from his lap. I reached again for another piece of 
popcorn, letting my hand linger as it touched his beautiful 
shaft. He again didn’t do anything to stop or discourage me from 
doing it again. I was becoming even bolder. We both knew what I 
was doing.

I moved my hand close to the base of his cock. I waited just for 
a few moments, letting him know he could stop me if he wanted. He 
just stared down at my hand as I slowly wrapped my fingers around 
the base. He wanted me to do this, and he was letting me.

Boldly, I lowered my head and licked the side of his cock from 
just above my hand to the sexy cockhead. My lips then brushed 
over the tip to take him into my mouth. I was in heaven again! I 
began to slide my mouth down his cock slowly, taking it inch by 
inch.

“Oh fuck no!” he finally exclaimed. “We can’t do this, Melissa!”

I removed my mouth briefly from his cock. I looked up at his face 
with my hand still wrapped around the bottom of his stiff dick, 
letting him know it was mine for now. He could see the intense 
lust in my face and eyes.

“No one will know, Daddy,” I huskily said.

“Oh my, God ... we shouldn’t ...”

Slipping my mouth back over his cock, I began to make love to him 
just as I had months before. I worshipped his cock like a long 
lost lover. I took more of his dick into my mouth than ever 
before. I was determined to take him all the way this time.

“Damn you, baby girl!” he grunted out. “Suck me with that fucking 
hot mouth!”

I noisily sucked his cock deeper until I felt the head enter my 
throat. I had avoided gagging, but wasn’t sure what to expected 
if I kept going. I was determined not to stop there though. With 
several bobs of my head I felt his cock slid into my throat. When 
I finally felt his balls against my chin, I knew I had done it.

“Shit, baby girl!” he exclaimed. Amazed, he added, “You have the 
whole fucking thing in your mouth!”

Lifting my mouth away from his shaft, I straddled his lap.

“Now I want the whole fucking thing deep in my little pussy,” I 
firmly told him.

I gyrated my hips until I felt the head of his huge wet erection 
at the entrance to my pussy hole. Slowly, I lowered myself until 
his cock was buried completely inside my cunt. His cock was once 
again inside my body. I felt so full with his thick shaft buried 
deeply. I felt so much lust. I felt so out of control again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held his head as we began 
kissing like lovers again. So much passion flowed from both of 
us, from both ends of our bodies.

We fucked each other with so much intensity that I knew he 
couldn’t last long. I felt his cock swelling inside me.

“Fuck me, Daddy! Fill me with your hot cum!” I huskily demanded. 
“Fuck me hard and fill me with your hot fucking sperm!”

He couldn’t take anymore. He rutted up into me hard as his cock 
exploded in me and I continued to fuck him milking his cum out of 
him. He just let out one long loud groan as he emptied his balls 
inside his baby girl.

My own orgasm took over as well. I pressed my face against his 
chest as I held my hips down against his lap, holding him deep 
inside. I squealed for the longest time and screamed into his 
neck as my pussy throbbed intensely.

As we both began to relax, I finally leaned in to hug him tightly 
to me, wanting to feel his body completely against mine. His 
hands were wrapped around me tightly as well. His cum leaked from 
me onto his lap, even with the tight fit of my pussy around his 
cock.

With his cock softening but still buried inside me, he said, “We 
need to clean up, baby girl. Your Mom could come home at any 
time.”

“We still have some time, Daddy,” I insisted. “And I want you to 
clean me up yourself!”

“Baby we can’t take a shower together. It’s too risky.”

“Daddyyyyy, I want a different kind of bath.” I said wickedly.

“What do you mean?” he very curiously asked.

I moved off his lap to sit on my own towel on the couch. I 
propped my feet on the edge, lewdly spreading my legs.

Looking at him, I intently I said, “Clean me.”

Daddy looked at me confused for a moment before realizing what I 
was asking him to do. He glanced down at my well fucked pussy 
leaking his hot cum. I was surprised when he didn’t object. I 
expected him to balk just a little. However, he responded by 
getting off the couch and kneeling on the floor between my legs.

He moved his mouth close to my steaming cunt before looking up at 
me.

“Please, Daddy,” I pleaded. “I want to cum again. Pleaseeeee?”

Daddy then pressed his lips over my sloppy sperm filled hole, and 
stuck his tongue inside. He lapped up his cum flowing out of me. 
He slid his tongue up and down my slit, catching as much of his 
semen as he could. I bit my lower lip and moaned loudly as he ate 
his sperm from my nasty cunt.

“Oh God, Daddy! I love you so much!” I exclaimed as I began to 
cum again.

My body became tense as my orgasm started. I was humping my pussy 
against his sucking mouth as the intensity grew. I continued 
moaning loudly as my body writhed. He knew from experience that 
my pussy and clit were extremely sensitive right then, so he 
moved his mouth away and just watched me for a few moments. He 
then rose off the floor and moved up long my body, until we were 
face to face. I could see our mixed cum all over his lips and 
chin.

“I saved you some, little one,” he said sexily, before initiating 
what would be a long passionate kiss.

His tongue danced with mine as our mixed cum slid from his mouth 
into mine. He was my lover again! He was mine again! I was 
determined this wouldn’t be the last time either. I was 
determined to have him again and again.

We kissed deeply for a few minutes before we both separated, 
knowing we needed to get cleaned up. I was determined to be smart 
about this. If we were going to be lovers, we both had to keep 
our wits.

“We have to be careful, Melissa.”

“I know,” I said. “We will be extremely careful. I want more, 
Daddy.”

“I know I can’t resist you now,” he admitted to me and himself, 
causing me to kiss him again. He then deliberately repeated, 
“We’ll have to be very careful.”

We jumped up and quickly went upstairs to shower separately. We 
easily got through our showers and back downstairs before Mom 
arrived home. It was about an hour later before she walked in and 
found us innocently sitting together on the couch.

The movie that we had intended to watch was about over, but 
neither of us could have told her what happened in it. We had 
been kissing each other until we heard her pull into the garage.

“Did you two enjoy yourselves?”

Intense fear struck me momentarily before I realized that she was 
asking if we had enjoyed the movie.

“Yeah, Mom. The movie was really great.”

Suddenly, I felt guilt for lying to her. I was once again part of 
my own father’s infidelity. But the wonderful feelings I still 
felt quickly overcame that guilt.

“I think I’m ready for bed, James,” she said. “Are you coming 
upstairs with me?”

I knew what that meant. Mom was in a frisky mood. I just hoped 
Daddy would be up to the task.

Daddy got up from the couch. After leaning down to give me a 
quick fatherly kiss and telling me goodnight, he climbed the 
stairs with Mom.

I then wondered if he had brushed his teeth! I quickly relaxed 
though. I knew he wasn’t stupid enough to forget something like 
that. Even I had remembered to do that! And we had just been 
kissing anyways. I could be such a doofus sometimes.


******


The next evening, Daddy asked me to ride with him to the grocery 
store to pick up a few things. As soon as we pulled out of the 
drive, I scooted closer to him so I could reach over to feel his 
cock through his pants.

“Melissa! Be careful! Someone might see us!”

“No one can see my hand, silly.”

“We’ve got to be very careful,” he anxiously said. “You know 
what’ll happen if we get discovered by someone.”

“I know. That’s why we need to plan things some.”

“Plan things? How do I plan fucking my daughter behind my wife’s 
back?” he incredulously asked.

“Maybe we can get a motel room sometime, and then we don’t have 
to worry about being walked in on or something.” I replied, 
smiling devilishly as I massaged his hardening cock.

“Damn, baby girl. You’re going to make me cum in my pants!”

“Then I guess I better take it out and drain it properly,” I 
said, unzipping his pants.

Pulling his cock out proved to be somewhat difficult because of 
the size of his erection.

I looked behind us to see if anyone was close enough to see who 
we were. Feeling at ease, I leaned over closer to him, and 
lowered my head to take his cock deep into my mouth. It felt so 
wicked to be sucking Daddy’s cock while he was driving down a 
road we travelled all the time. It was also rather awkward with 
the console between our seats. The way I was stretched across it 
left my butt sticking up in the air. I was mooning anyone who 
might be watching our car as they drove by. At least I still had 
my jeans on.

It didn’t take long for my mouth and throat to bring him to an 
explosive orgasm. My mouth filled with his thick cum. I swallowed 
as fast as he squirted though, trying to keep from making a mess 
that would be difficult to explain. Licking the residue of cum 
from my lips, I put his softening cock back in his pants and 
zipped them up.

“Daddy, is anyone behind us now?” I asked before raising my head, 
not wanting anyone to see me appear all of a sudden from his lap.

“You know your butt is where your head should be,” he chuckled at 
his double entendre.

I grinned in embarrassment and ignored his remark. “Did anyone 
see us?”

“Honey, if anyone had seen us, they would’ve had their eyes glued 
to your tight ass.”

“Sorry. It can be rather distracting,” I preened. I was very 
proud of my sexy butt.

As I sat there for a few minutes, I decided to act on another 
strong impulse.

“Daddy, get us a room somewhere for this Saturday, pleaseeeee?” I 
said, biting my bottom lip.

“Are you serious? Do you know what you’re asking?” he 
incredulously shot back at me.

My scheming mind was working at high speed though.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m very serious. If we get a motel room somewhere 
out of town, no one can see us. No one would find out about us 
that way.”

I leaned over closer to him, “We could have all kinds of sex 
without worrying. You could do anything you wanted with me. 
Anything. I would be your very bad baby girl, and no one would 
ever know.”

Obviously Daddy was very reluctant to go along with such a wild 
idea. But his desire to fuck me again, without fear of discovery, 
pushed him to consider doing what he knew he shouldn’t.

“What do we tell your mother?”

“You could tell her you’re taking me to see a softball pitching 
coach for a private lesson. Mom knows I’ve wanted to do that.”

His face betrayed the struggle going on in his mind. Under normal 
circumstances it was already hard for him to resist me. My 
offering him the chance to fuck me again for hours just made it 
impossible for him to say no. He just had to work it through in 
his mind before he recognized that himself.

“Okay, little one,” he finally relented. “But we’ve got to be 
careful!”

“I’m always careful,” I replied, and almost laughed at the 
absurdity of it myself. At least he only looked at me like I was 
crazy without saying I was.

“Your sucking me off like this in the car was very dangerous 
itself,” he responded. “We can’t get discovered or we’ll both pay 
a big price. I don’t like cheating on your mom like this either, 
but I just can’t ...”

“Resist me anymore?” I victoriously stated more than asked. He 
just sighed deeply. I always got my way with him. He knew it too. 
Resistance was futile.

I smiled as I quietly savored my victory, but I also felt sort of 
bad about pushing Daddy into deceiving Mom. We just had to make 
sure she never found out.

As we were returning home, we both struggled quietly with our own 
guilt for an affair that should have been over a few months ago. 
Yet here we were planning an afternoon of sex together for the 
coming weekend.


******
 

The next few days went by with me being a good girl around both 
my parents. Daddy told Mom about the private softball pitching 
lesson. The instructor lived in a town a few hours away, or so 
Daddy told her. It was hard not to display excitement about the 
coming Saturday though. I was going to have Daddy all alone for 
the afternoon!

Mom asked for the instructor’s phone number, but Daddy told her 
to just call him on his cell phone if she needed us. After all, 
we were supposed to be outdoors pretty much the whole time. I 
could tell Daddy felt very guilty about lying to Mom. I felt 
guilty that I was the reason for him deceiving her.

If she ever found out just what I was about to do, she would 
disown me. What made me feel worse was that she was a great 
mother. She always had been, even if we didn’t see eye to eye on 
most things.


******

 
Saturday morning finally came. Mom kissed us both as we walked 
out the door. Daddy and I then set out for a town a few hours 
away.

After we were far enough from our house, I couldn’t help but to 
reach over to hold and rub Dad’s cock while he was driving. It 
was like I was warming him up so we could start having sex as 
soon as we walked through the motel room door. The closer we got, 
the more excited I became.

When we arrived at the motel, Daddy had me stay in the car while 
he went in the office. It was a really nice place. He paid for a 
night even though we would only be there for the afternoon.

After coming back to the car, he drove us around to park in front 
of our room. As we got out of the car, we both quickly glanced 
around to see if anyone was watching us. An older man stepped out 
of his room a few doors down and watched us as we entered our 
room. He had no way of knowing that we were a father and daughter 
intending to fuck each other silly.

As soon as Daddy closed the door behind us, he expressed his 
concern about the older gentleman.

“I hope he doesn’t think ...”

I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else as I quickly 
wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply. Pulling my lips 
back from his hungry lips, I tried to ease his concerns.

“Oh, Daddy, that old man just wishes he could be you. He probably 
thinks I’m your young secretary that you’ve slipped off with for 
a hot afternoon fuck.”

“You would kill that old man, baby girl,” he said, smiling.

“What a way to go,” I replied, grinning devilishly.

We spent the afternoon fulfilling our nasty desires. I did a 
strip tease for Daddy before he teased me with one of his own. He 
needed more practice, I thought, which I was more than happy to 
help him with.

We spent the next four hours performing every sex act either of 
us could come up with. Daddy fucked me in many different 
positions. It was a good thing I was so flexible. I was 
pleasantly surprised at how creative he could be. I just let him 
use me however he wanted. We only fell off the bed twice during 
the whole time.

After he filled my pussy with his cum for the first time, I 
sucked his cock hard again very easily. He displayed tremendous 
stamina after that.

During the afternoon, Daddy took the opportunity to be kinky with 
me. He bent me over his knees and spanked my cute tight ass just 
like he had done in the pool. He even finger fucked my asshole, 
using my pussy juices for lube.

I got my own kink on him, too. I did the same things to him as 
well. At first, he was a bit reluctant to bend over my knee so I 
could spank him. Even I felt a little awkward. But he quickly got 
into the spirit of things.

During one of our short breaks, he revealed that he wanted to 
fuck my ass someday, taking my butt cherry. It was the first time 
I seriously contemplated letting someone do that to me. I had had 
guys try to talk me into it before, but I wasn’t going to let an 
inexperienced boy have the first shot at my butt. Daddy would be 
the perfect person ... someday soon maybe.

While I was exploring my own kinky side, I again made Daddy clean 
my pussy with his tongue. I even had him lick my asshole like he 
had done months ago, but this time I made him spend a lot more 
time on it, making my puckered asshole feel incredible. If he had 
seriously acted like it bothered him to do something like that, I 
would have stopped him. But he showed no hesitation about licking 
me while I held my legs high in the air.

Then he asked me to return the favor.

“Daddy, that’s your butt hole,” I sort of squeamishly said.

“What happened to the wild daring girl that convinced me to bring 
her here?” he playfully taunted.

I screwed my lips together and pushed him back on the bed. I 
could believe I was going to do it, but it turned out to be 
incredibly erotic. I knew I would do this again, but only with 
the right guy. I didn’t want to get a reputation at school as a 
butt muncher.

We both felt so wicked while performing sex acts we otherwise 
wouldn’t have with anyone else. The intimacy we shared allowed us 
to satisfy each other’s desires without being judgmental.

When the afternoon was over, we both were exhausted and smelled 
like sex. We took a hot shower together, taking our time to bathe 
each other. Amazingly, Daddy couldn’t resist fucking me from 
behind just one more time. Neither of us knew when we might get 
to fuck each other again.

We slowly dried the other’s body, stealing quick feels from each 
other before getting dressed. After checking closely to make sure 
we weren’t leaving anything behind, we walked out of the room 
together to the car.

Looking around, neither of us saw anyone watching us. I put my 
arms around Daddy’s neck and pulled him down to me so his lips 
were close to mine.

“Thank you, Daddy. This afternoon was wonderful. You made me feel 
so good.”

“I love you, Melissa. You made me feel like a teenager again.”


******


Mark looked at me in astonishment. I knew he was still stunned. 
What he had just heard from me had to give him pause. I had 
conspired with my father to cheat his wife, my mother. The 
previous times had been spontaneous. This had been well planned 
out.

I was hoping he wouldn’t think I was despicable. I was hoping 
that he would understand that by my telling him all of this, that 
I was showing him how much I loved and trusted him.

I couldn’t tell exactly what he thought though. At least he 
hadn’t called me a worthless perverted slut. He hadn’t gotten up 
to run as far away from me as he could. He just kept sitting 
there listening to the woman he loved make a shocking confession.

But there was still much more to tell. My dark secret could still 
kill any love he had for me, if it hadn’t already.


Chapter 5 
 
	 
“So, are you still having sex with your father?” Mark asked me 
again.

I paused for a moment before replying, “Babe ... before I answer 
that question, I need to tell you what occurred after that 
weekend. Something really dramatic happened that changed my life 
completely. Then you will know it all, and I’ll answer anything 
you ask.”

After he knows it all ... everything ... would I still be the 
woman he loved? Or just some perverted tramp?

I worked up my courage and finished telling him the rest of my 
story.


******


When Daddy and I returned home that evening, Mom was there 
waiting to greet us. Of course she wanted to know what all 
happened with the pitching coach. What could I tell her? She had 
never asked me these kinds of details before when I had been at 
softball camp or saw a softball specialist.

Daddy answered in my silence, “The instructor worked with her on 
the pitches she already knew but wanted to improve on. She picked 
up some great pointers that will help her pitch better. The guy 
seemed to really know his stuff.”

Mom asked more questions, and she seemed satisfied with his 
answers. I didn’t dare say a word, afraid I would really screw 
things up. It wasn’t unusual for Daddy to monopolize a softball 
conversation. He was quite passionate about it, especially when 
it came to anything involving me. But I was very nervous the 
whole time they were talking.


******


I went upstairs and took off the clothes I normally wore during 
softball practices. I tossed them over into the clothes hamper 
and forgot all about them. I would be doing the wash the next day 
anyways.

Turning on my CD player, I put in a disc I had purchased the day 
before. Still naked, I lay back on my bed to relax for a bit.

Lying with my head propped on my favorite pillow and my eyes 
closed, I thought about the sex I had enjoyed that afternoon. We 
had done some very erotic things together. Some very kinky things 
as well!

My fingers moved over my body. I couldn’t resist touching my 
breasts as I remembered Daddy sucking and nibbling on them 
earlier that afternoon. He seemed to enjoy chewing and biting on 
my firm tits. I certainly did.

My other hand reached between my legs. I could still feel a 
little of his cum inside my pussy.

I heard a knock at my door. I quickly sat up and wiped my wet 
fingers on the bedspread.

“Come in.”

Mom opened the door and walked into my room.

“I just came to get your dirty clothes to wash. Are the clothes 
you wore today in the hamper?”

“Yeah, Mom. I’ll wash them if you want me to.”

“That’s okay. I’m washing some of your sister’s clothes, too.”

I watched her walk over to the hamper and pull out my practice 
clothes. I suddenly remembered that my panties were probably 
soaked, and smelled just like I fucked all day long! But there 
was nothing I could do. She had already picked them up with my 
pants and shirt.

Mom looked over at me while I stared at her in horror. She didn’t 
say anything at first though. She just stood there staring with 
an odd look.

“What happened to you, Melissa?”

“What do you mean?” I cautiously asked.

“Melissa Elizabeth Martin,” she firmly stated to my horror. “It’s 
a simple question. What happened to you?”

I struggled to come up with some answer to a question I didn’t 
understand.

“I just practiced hard today. I guess I’m just tired and drained 
right now,” I said, hoping that would satisfactorily explain 
whatever she saw about me that bothered her.

“You did not get those love bites all over your tits from 
practicing softball,” she sternly replied.

I glanced down in absolute terror at my breasts. There were small 
bruises all over them! Oh my, God! How was I going to explain 
this?!

“Mom ... okay, I let Brian ... well ... you know ... on our date 
last night,” I said blushing profusely, hoping she would believe 
me.

“I guess it takes bruises longer to appear for you than for me. I 
didn’t see any sign of bruises this morning before you got 
dressed.”

“I ... guess so.”

She then walked over and sat on the bed.

“Honey, you know your father and I don’t mind if you have sex 
with your boyfriends. We don’t encourage it. But we won’t say 
anything to you as long as you’re being careful.”

I just stared at her.

She then continued, “I’m not sure what you’ve been up to lately, 
especially the past week. You’ve been acting differently, and it 
really concerns me. Seeing bruises on your breasts especially 
concerns me. I want you to promise me that you won’t do anything 
stupid to hurt yourself.”

“I know this looks bad ... We just got carried away is all.”

“’Carried away’ as you call it is one thing. But when I see 
bruises, I think you got more than ‘carried away’. What really 
seems odd is that I didn’t notice them this morning when I saw 
you getting dressed. I guess I was just in too big of a hurry to 
notice while trying to get you and your father ready to leave.”

I just sat there keeping my mouth shut out of fear that anything 
else I said would make things even worse.

Mom then stood up and started walking to the door. She then 
stopped and looked at my clothes in her hands, and then at me.

“These clothes seem rather clean for someone who practiced hard 
in them,” she said, turning to leave the room without waiting for 
a reply.

I couldn’t think straight. What does my mom think?! She didn’t 
accuse me of anything, but she knows something wasn’t adding up! 
I should have washed those clothes myself as soon as I got home!

My God, what was Mom thinking?


******


The rest of the evening went by without Mom saying anything else 
about the bruises to me. She didn’t seem upset at me either. I 
figured I had dodged that screw-up. Plus, Mom wouldn’t think 
Daddy had sex with me. She might think I could do some stupid 
things, but I doubted she would seriously suspect her husband of 
doing something with his own daughter. She would have to see it 
with her own eyes.

After realizing I had dodged a bullet, I began to feel rather 
wicked at the thought that I could fuck Daddy behind Mom’s back 
and get away with it.

I was in my room around 11pm when I heard my parents out in the 
hallway. It was about the time they usually came up to bed. They 
stopped at my open door and told me goodnight, and then walked on 
toward their bedroom.

After about ten minutes, I walked out into the hall. I then got 
the urge to go listen at my parents’ bedroom door, curious if Mom 
might be talking about me with Daddy.

I walked quietly past Sam and Jessica’s rooms. I didn’t want them 
to come out and catch me. Once I got closer to my parents’ 
bedroom door, I carefully listened for any sounds. I absolutely 
didn’t want Mom to catch me spying on them. Once I got right up 
to the door, I could finally hear them talking.

“Caroline, I’m just too worn out tonight. Let’s just cuddle and 
get some sleep.”

“It appears something is worn out. You can’t even get hard for 
me. That’s very rare with you.”

“I’ll make it up to you in the morning,” he replied.

“You better, mister. You did a good job with your tongue, but I 
need that sexy cock of yours too.”

After hearing that, I quickly stepped away from the door. Mom 
didn’t sound pleased at all. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn him out 
that afternoon. I needed to be smarter if we were going to do 
anything else in the future.


******

 
The next week went by without Daddy and I having a chance to be 
alone like we had had the past few weeks. I was getting extremely 
frustrated at not being able to fuck Daddy’s big hard cock. I was 
also turning down dates and offers from friends to get together, 
hoping Daddy and I could find some time alone.

On Wednesday, Daddy asked me to go with him to the store to pick 
up a few things. Immediately I remembered our last trip to the 
store together, and jumped at the chance to go with him.

Mom spoiled things though, “James, I need you to help me. Let 
Melissa go alone.”

I pouted at Daddy when Mom wasn’t looking at us. He just 
shrugged, indicating there was nothing he could do.

While driving back from the store, I decided to tell Daddy to 
come to my room later that night after Mom had been asleep for a 
while. Normally she fell asleep very quickly. He would probably 
be able to slip away before midnight.

I told Daddy about my plan. He thought it was a little risky, but 
said he would give it a shot.

After we all went to bed, I waited excitedly on my bed. I also 
began watching the clock, hoping it wouldn’t be too much longer 
before he showed up at my door. I also thought about what I 
needed to do to avoid leaving any signs for Mom to pick up on the 
next day.

We couldn’t risk fucking in my bed and leaving a wet spot. If she 
caught me washing my sheets early in the morning, she would 
definitely wonder what I had been up to. I would also need to 
clean up and douche afterwards so I wouldn’t leak out on the bed 
during the night. I couldn’t risk her catching me using a tampon 
or pad when she knew I wasn’t on my period, and only wore panties 
during the night when I was on my period.

Finally, Daddy appeared at my door. I got up and met him as he 
walked toward me.

“We can’t do anything on my bed,” I whispered.

“I know,” he quietly said. “Follow me.”

He then turned and walked out into the hallway and then toward 
the stairs. I was right behind him. When we reached the bottom of 
the stairs, we quietly stood together listening for any noises.

After we heard nothing but the normal sounds of the house at 
night, he took my hand in his and we walked through the dark 
family room toward the kitchen door.

After we walk into the kitchen, Daddy turned and pulled me 
tightly to him, and passionately kissed me. My body responded to 
his touches. I felt his cock getting extremely hard as it pressed 
against my body.

I began kissing down his chest and abdomen until his cock bumped 
against my chin. It was dark in the kitchen. I could barely see 
his cock right in front of my face, but I could definitely hear 
his moans as I began licking the length of it.

After licking the underside a few times, I let the head of his 
shaft slip into my wet mouth, slowly taking more and more of it.

Then a light came on in the family room. The light coming from 
under the door brightened the kitchen.

I quickly looked up at his face. We both looked wide-eyed at each 
other. Daddy quickly pushed me back from his cock, which was then 
bobbing wet in the open. He pulled me up to my feet and pointed 
me toward the cabinet with the drinking glasses.

“Get a glass of water, fast!” he anxiously whispered.

Daddy practically ran to the refrigerator and opened the door. 
Just as he reached inside for the jug of milk, the kitchen door 
opened and Mom walked in, reaching for the light switch. When the 
light turned on, she stared at Daddy’s back as he stood in front 
of the open refrigerator. I was in the process of taking a glass 
out of the cabinet.

“Well I see you two have great timing,” Mom said in her normal 
voice.

“Just getting something to drink, Mom,” I said as casually as I 
could.

Daddy added, “I hope I didn’t wake you, honey. I was thirsty and 
found Melissa headed down here too.”

“Well both of you need to hurry up and get back to bed.” Looking 
between us, “You have school, young lady. And you have to get up 
early for work, mister.”

Mom then joined us in getting something to drink. I could tell 
Daddy was trying to stand in a position so that Mom couldn’t see 
his shrinking erection. It had pretty much gone soft, but it was 
dangling a little larger than usual.

After putting our glasses in the sink, we all headed back 
upstairs to our rooms. Daddy turned back to me standing at my 
door. He rolled his eyes in frustration. We had taken one hell of 
a risk. We were seconds from getting caught! If Mom had not 
turned the light in the family room on, she would have caught us. 
What was really weird was her waking up when she did.

I began to realize just how desperate I had become about fucking 
my father. I needed to plan things much more carefully. The 
problem was the desperation was growing each day we couldn’t be 
together, making both of us more careless in how we hid our lust 
for each other.


******


The rest of the week turned out to be just as frustrating. We had 
no opportunities to be alone for enough time to actually do 
anything together. It seemed like every time we had a chance to 
be alone, Mom would show up or appear very close by.

It was as if she was going out of her way to prevent us from 
being alone. I knew I was just being paranoid, but it seemed the 
opportunities for us just weren’t there anymore. I sensed Daddy 
was just as frustrated.

Lying in bed late the following Sunday night, I realized that 
maybe the next day we would have an opportunity to fuck each 
other. School was out for a teacher in-service day. Mom would be 
at work. Luckily, Daddy had put in to take the day off weeks 
before. He had a doctor’s appointment that morning. He would 
easily be back home by that afternoon.

I knew from overhearing both Jessica and Sam that they had 
planned to spend the afternoon at some of their friends’ houses. 
If they left early enough, Daddy and I should have a few hours 
together.

I woke up bright and early. After taking a long shower, I stood 
in front of the mirror, smiling at myself. We were finally going 
to get to fuck again. There were no thoughts about the harm I 
could be doing to my family. My mind was focused on the terrific 
sex I was about to have.

I went downstairs just before Mom left for work.

“Good morning, sleepy head. I figured you would sleep in late.”

I just faked a yawn without replying.

“What do you have planned for the day?” she asked.

I immediately felt a twinge of guilt. All I had been thinking 
about lately was fucking my daddy. All I had done since last 
night was plan what he and I could do today while we were alone. 
Now here was Mom, the person who gave birth to me and would die 
before letting harm come to me, asking me what my plans were for 
the day!

“No definite plans. I may try to rearrange my room some. I’ve 
been thinking about doing that for a while now.”

“Well don’t make a big mess of things,” she said. Then she added, 
“Some things are hard to put back the way they were, if things 
don’t work out as planned.”

Mom walked over to me and kissed me. She pushed my hair back from 
my face. She stared into my eyes for a few moments. Her look 
confused me, and I didn’t know what to say to her.

“I love you, Melissa. I know we’re not very close, but I do love 
you. And I always will love you ... no matter what you do.”

She kissed me again and then headed to the family room to tell 
Daddy she was leaving for the day. I heard her tell him that she 
wouldn’t be home until late afternoon at the earliest.

Sam came downstairs just as Mom was leaving. She stopped to tell 
him goodbye as well.

Once she was out of the door, I looked at Daddy and gave him a 
sexy wink. I moved toward the stairs, and looked back with a 
‘follow me’ look. After I reached the top of the stairs, I looked 
back to see Daddy at the bottom. I mouthed that I would be in my 
room.

A few moments after I entered my room, he appeared at the door. 
He stood there as if he was keeping an eye out for my sister and 
brother.

I softly said, “Jessica and Sam will be at their friends’ this 
afternoon. We’ll have the house to ourselves.”

“I know, baby girl. But we need to be careful. We can’t leave any 
signs that we’ve been together.”

“We’ll make sure we get finished long before Mom is supposed to 
get off work.”

“Melissa ... I really don’t like ... cheating on your mom. It 
just goes against everything she and I promised each other years 
ago. I just pray that she never finds out about us, or it will be 
the end of many things, including our marriage.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy! She won’t know. I’m not going to tell her. 
So, as long as no one sees us, then there is nothing to worry 
about.”

“Melissa, it’s amazing what I’m risking just to have sex with 
you. I just hope and pray that we don’t destroy our family.”

“It’ll be okay,” I said, putting my arms around his neck and 
pulling him into a deep kiss. He quickly ended it though in 
obvious fear that Sam or Jessica could pass the door.

“Later, little one,” he said, and then smiled.

It wasn’t long before Daddy left for his doctor appointment. He 
got back home a few hours later. It wouldn’t be too much longer 
before Jessica and Sam left.

After both of my siblings had left, I went downstairs and found 
Daddy in the kitchen. I started smiling at him. He knew exactly 
what I was smiling about.

“Let’s wait a little bit to make sure they don’t come back to get 
something they forgot.”

I followed Daddy around the house as he tried to pass the time. I 
was anxious to get started, but I knew we needed to wait a little 
longer. He would look at me occasionally and start smiling while 
shaking his head at my impatience. I must have looked like a 
puppy dog dying to be petted. I just shrugged at him bashfully.

About fifteen minutes later, even Daddy was too anxious to wait 
any longer. We quickly decided to have sex in the family room so 
that there would be no bed sheets to worry about. I went and 
grabbed some extra towels for us to lie on while we fucked our 
brains out. That would lessen the chance of cum stains or wet 
spots left on the couch, chairs or floor. I planned to fuck Daddy 
on everything that afternoon!

We moved over to the couch. Daddy grabbed me in his arms and 
began to deeply kiss my open mouth. His tongue danced with mine 
as our hands roamed all over each other. Our lips battled to stay 
together the whole time.

Daddy’s hands massaged my young firm tits while his thumb and 
forefinger paused at moments to pinch and pull on my nipples 
firmly. My hands were busy massaging his throbbing erection.

There was already pre-cum at the tip of his sexy cock. I wiped it 
up with my fingers, and licked it off my hand while I kept 
stroking his shaft with the other.

Then my world came to a sudden screeching halt. The end wasn’t 
near anymore, it was here.

Standing at the door that led from the hall into the family room 
was Mom. There would be no explaining this away. We were caught. 
Busted. Hands in the cookie jar, well, mine on his cock and his 
on my breast anyways. I quickly covered my face in horror.

I sat down on the couch before I fell. My whole body had gone 
numb. I just knew my world and quite possibly my life were over. 
Daddy remained standing but was speechless as Mom began talking.

“I kept hoping I was wrong about you two. But I can see I 
wasn’t.” She spoke slowly and with her voice under control but 
full of anger. There wasn’t any outburst of tears.

“OH MY GOD, MOM,” I begin crying, “I’M SORRYYY!”

She didn’t respond to my tearful outburst. She purposely walked 
from the doorway across the room to stand in front of a chair 
beside the couch.

“James, I think you should have a seat beside your ... our 
daughter.”

Daddy sat next to me, but not too closely. I felt nothing but 
terror. Every other feeling or emotion was drained from my body.

Mom then sat down in the chair beside the couch, leaving me 
between her and Daddy.

“Caroline ... this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have ...”

Mom only put up her hand to stop him from talking. Daddy 
immediately became quiet. After looking down at her hands in her 
lap for a short time, Mom looked back up at us with a very sad 
face and began talking to both of us.

“I know this has been going on for some time. I also think I 
already know the answer to my first question ...” she said, 
pausing and then looking at me. “Melissa, did your father force 
you to have sex with him ... ever?”

I had to clear my throat before I could make any sound. “No,” I 
said after taking my hands from my face and looking down at my 
lap. I then looked at her and tearfully added, “Daddy never made 
me do anything. This is all my fault. I never should’ve ...”

Mom held her hand up again to get me to stop talking. I 
immediately shut up and covered my face again with my hands. 
Tears were still streaming from my eyes as I waited for Mom say 
something. I could hardly breathe from the realization that my 
family was about to be destroyed just as I feared all along.

Mom looked at Daddy, “How long?”

Dad took a deep breath. “The first time was three months ago ... 
when you and the kids were at your parents’ house,” Daddy had 
trouble speaking. “We stopped after that weekend but ... we 
started back a few weeks ago.

“The trip to see the pitching coach ...” Mom started saying. “Was 
that a lie so you two could go somewhere together?”

“Yes,” he admitted, his face downtrodden.

“I figured as much,” she said. Looking at me, “Your clothes were 
not sweaty or dirty after a supposedly hard day of practicing. 
Your panties were soaked with what I know from many years of 
experience to be cum from recently having sex.”

I looked at her in amazement as she talked. She had it all 
figured out. I never had her fooled. She was stating facts to me.

“The bite marks on your breasts were not from your date the 
previous night. They had to be from that same day.”

She paused for a moment, “Am I correct, young lady?”

I just nodded my head at my mom.

She then looked at my father. “James, in all the years we’ve been 
together, the only times you haven’t been able to get hard for me 
was after a whole lot of sex. You couldn’t get hard for me that 
night.”

Daddy nodded his head as well, acknowledging that she was 
correct. Neither of us dared to speak. We both knew that this was 
Mom’s time to say what she had to say.

“Late Wednesday night when I came downstairs, I suspected then 
that you two were up to something.”

Looking at James she continued, “I watched from our door as you 
two went downstairs one after the other. You were so preoccupied 
with each other that you didn’t even look to see me at our open 
bedroom door.”

I cringed even more at the knowledge of just how careless we had 
been. We had become blinded by our lust.

She continued talking to Daddy, “I gave you a few minutes to get 
down here before I came to see for myself. I turned on the light 
in here expecting to find you together. Then I realized you 
must’ve either gone into the kitchen or outside. When I walked 
into the kitchen, I knew I had just interrupted something. I also 
noticed you trying to hide your erection.”

Daddy just nodded again, looking down at the floor in shame. She 
had everything figured out. I thought we had been fooling her, 
but she knew or suspected almost everything about our incestuous 
affair.

Mom continued, “I knew then that you two were fucking each other. 
I was furious when I was certain. I wanted to slap the shit out 
of both of you. I wanted to hit you as hard as I could. I wanted 
to hurt both of you badly for hurting me the way you did. I 
remained calm though. I’m trying to remain calm now.”

I began crying harder. She had known for certain since last week! 
But then I quickly realized something that gave me hope. She 
wasn’t yelling at either of us. She wasn’t throwing things at us. 
She wasn’t trying to tear our heads off with her bare hands. She 
was talking to us. Firmly, yes. But she was keeping control of 
herself.

“After knowing for sure what I had been suspecting since the 
previous Saturday, I knew I had to confront both of you in a way 
that you couldn’t deny it. I knew Jessica and Sam were going to 
see friends this afternoon. I knew the two of you would be alone 
together. I knew you would take advantage of the time to fuck 
some more like ...” she paused as she was about to go ballistic 
on us.

She waited a moment and took a deep breath, “So I told my boss 
that I wanted to get off early today to run some errands. I left 
work about noon and came home, but I drove in using the back road 
to our property and parked out of sight. After I watched the kids 
leave, I walked up to the house and waited in the garage. I gave 
you some time to get started. When I peeked, I saw the two of you 
kissing and fondling each other. I then walked into the doorway 
... and that is when you noticed me.”

Mom paused and looked straight at Daddy.

“I love you, James. I love you with everything that I am. I can’t 
even begin to imagine a life without you. But we need to talk 
long and hard about this ... but not now. Not in front of 
Melissa.”

Mom turned to me, “Look at me, girl.”

I looked up, waiting for her to really lay into me, “You know 
what you’ve been doing is so very wrong. I think I can get past 
the fact that you were having sex with my husband. What I’m 
struggling hard with is that you helped your father to deceive 
me.”

She leaned a little closer, “You lied to me. You conspired to 
have sex with my husband behind my back. You have done all of 
this without any regard for how I would feel. Even if you did 
care how I’d feel, you were dead set on making this happen.”

Mom not yelling at me but spilling her feelings was worse than 
being beaten up. I had known that my having sex with Daddy could 
hurt Mom badly, but I had always pushed it to the back of my 
mind. My lust for Daddy had controlled my actions. But now I was 
confronted with her hurt, her anger, her loss of trust in those 
closest to her.

Mom had paused again. She was struggling to keep control of her 
emotions, “Melissa, I have given you all my love since even 
before you were born. I’ve done what is necessary to make sure 
you have what you need. I know you’re a very adventurous and 
daring girl. I have known that since you were very young. I knew 
there would be times I’d have to step in to keep you from hurting 
yourself.”

She looked down at the floor for a moment. I knew she was still 
trying to keep herself from just reaching over and slapping the 
shit out of me. I couldn’t blame her if she did.

“You are a very intelligent young lady, but you can be so stupid 
at times. You hurt me like no one else could. You threw my love 
in my face. It hurts me to say this, but I actually hated you the 
other night ... I hated my own daughter! But ... even in the heat 
of my hatred, I remembered one thing. One thing that will always 
win out over any other feelings I have for you. That one thing is 
... I love you.”

She reached over to take my tear soaked hand in hers. With her 
other hand she lifted my chin so I was looking directly into her 
eyes.

“Melissa, I love you, baby girl. Like I told you this morning, I 
will always love you no matter what you do. You are first and 
always my daughter.”

I leaned over to hug her tightly and begin loudly sobbing, “I’m 
so very sorry I let things get out of control. I love you, Mom. I 
won’t ever hurt you again as long as I live. I’ve hurt you enough 
to last a lifetime.”

It took a while before Mom answered. “Be careful what you 
promise, Melissa. Make sure you can live up to them. Talk is 
cheap. Your actions will tell the story.”

“I know ...”

She then laid the law down, “If you two ever do this again, there 
will be real hell to pay. I don’t intend to live my life looking 
for clues of you having sex when I’m not around. You both have to 
be careful or you will destroy this family. That is more 
important to me right now, more than anything else, keeping our 
family together.”

Mom stood up from the chair, “James, I think we need to go 
upstairs now and talk.”

Daddy followed her up the stairs. He didn’t look back. I just 
continued to sit where I was.

What I didn’t quite know was ... what had just happened? Were we 
still a family? Was Mom just going to forget that this ever 
happened? Many conflicting thoughts flooded my mind. But the one 
thing that occupied my mind the most was the fact that my mom now 
knew. She knew that I was nothing but a cheap slut that would go 
as far as fucking her own father to satisfy her desires.

For the first time, I truly understood how I almost ripped my 
family apart because of my uncontrolled impulses. Because I liked 
to be very adventurous, I had almost destroyed my family. Because 
I liked to be daring, I had almost broken up my parents’ 
marriage. I may still have. What were they talking about 
upstairs?


******


It was still only the middle of the afternoon. But all I wanted 
to do was hide from everything. My parents were still in their 
bedroom talking. I could only pray that Mom would find it in her 
heart to forgive Daddy for what we had done.

Mom told me she loved me still. But she did not say she had 
forgiven me. The only thing I knew for sure about anything was 
that I needed to stay away from both of them for a while. All I 
could do was create more problems for them. Mom was amazingly 
calm and controlled while talking to the two of us together, 
considering what she had discovered. But how long could she 
control her hurt feelings when she was around me?


****** 
	
 
Over the rest of the week, Mom wasn’t outwardly angry toward me, 
at least not that I was able to see it. But the whole affair put 
even more stress on what was already a strained relationship 
between us. I avoided saying anything to her over the next week. 
I didn’t want to get involved in a confrontation, because I knew 
it would kill both of us.

By the following week, Mom and I got back to something closer to 
normal for us. But it was like we were walking in a minefield 
when we were talking to each other. She tried not to act 
differently around me, but she would make little comments that 
were like little jabs at me.

On Sunday of the next weekend, Mom and I were sitting in the 
kitchen together eating breakfast. I thought that maybe I could 
start up a conversation with her, and maybe put some of the hurt 
feelings behind us.

I told her about a friend of mine. She had gotten caught sneaking 
out of her house in the middle of the night the previous weekend.

“Mom, do you remember Sally?”

“Isn’t she the girl that stays in trouble at school all the 
time?”

“Yeah, well she got caught by her mom sneaking out of her house 
last Saturday night about 2am to go hang out with her boyfriend.”

She then snapped, “If Sally’s father was like yours, then she 
wouldn’t have to sneak out of the house.”

I immediately stopped talking.

I knew she hated herself for saying it because she just turned 
away, not looking at me. I quickly got up and left the kitchen 
without saying a word. I avoided her as much as I could for a 
long time after that. I knew then that even though she loved me, 
she still hadn’t forgiven me in her heart. The bitterness was 
still there. The hurt that I had caused might not ever go away 
completely, as long as she remembered my slutty acts against her 
marriage.

That turned out to be the worst of the comments she ever made to 
me. There were some others that were very subtle jabs, but 
nothing quite like that one.

After that comment though, I started avoiding her as much as 
possible. I also started avoiding Daddy, too. Not because I 
didn’t want to be around him. I was afraid Mom would think I was 
still after him or that we were fucking again.

Daddy had always taken me to softball practices and games, even 
though I could drive myself. He had always been involved with me 
with sports and other activities. I loved it. Most of my friend’s 
fathers rarely took the time to be with them like mine. But I 
began getting rides from friends so I wouldn’t be alone with him.

I knew he was upset about it, but I was afraid I would make a 
bigger mess of things if I was around either of my parents.

One thing made it even worse for me. I kept remembering the 
incredible sex I had with Daddy. He had fucked me like no one 
else ever had. I occasionally found myself masturbating to the 
memories of the times he put his gorgeous cock inside my mouth 
and pussy. I remembered the spankings. I remembered him eating my 
cum-filled pussy. I even remembered when we licked each other’s 
assholes.

The memories were wonderful, but the pain my actions had caused 
all of us always consumed me and caused me to avoid my parents 
even more.


******


I continued avoiding my parents to the point that we rarely saw 
each other anymore. Instead of sitting in the family room with 
them watching TV at night like before, I began hanging out in my 
room or with friends. I dated frequently during that time just to 
be out of the house. I was so desperate to be out of the house 
that I even told one guy that if he asked me out, I would fool 
around with him on the date.

One day though, Daddy asked, “Baby girl, are you mad at me now 
for what happened? I don’t like what is happening between us now. 
You never talk to me or want to be around me anymore.”

“Everything is cool, Daddy. I’m just really busy with everything 
right now is all.”

That was a lie, of course. I was sure he knew it too. But I 
didn’t want to discuss any of it with him then. I continued to 
make up excuses. I even helped friends arrange parties and 
sleepovers just to avoid being with my parents.

About a month later, Mom walked up to me and gave me a hug.

“I love you, Melissa. Is everything okay with you?”

“I’m fine, Mom. I’m just really busy with things lately.”

More lies, of course. I was busy only because I chose to be.

“Sometimes I wonder if I still have a daughter named Melissa, 
because I never see her around anymore.”

I continued to avoid them both though. It was easier than dealing 
with the stress I felt being around either of them.

Another month passed with more of the same. I continued to avoid 
both of them as much as possible. I literally hibernated in my 
room except for times when we had visitors, and it would seem 
rude if I wasn’t with my family.

I continued to avoid saying anything to either of them unless 
they asked me a question. I left notes for them so I wouldn’t 
have to speak to them. It was no secret to anyone what I was 
doing now.

Sam and Jessica ask me at separate times if I was in trouble with 
our parents. My actions were beginning to put a strain even on 
them.

Then late one night while lying naked on my bed listening to 
songs on my CD player, there was a knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in.”

Mom opened the door and walked just inside the room.

“Can we talk for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” I replied, determined to say no more than I needed.

Walking over to the bed, she said, “Come with me.” She then 
grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her. “All three of us 
need to talk.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, pulling my hand from hers. I knew 
an ambush when I saw one.

“We’re going to mine and your father’s bedroom. We both want to 
talk alone with you. Your father is waiting for us there.”

Oh shit. Here we go, I thought.

Mom stood at the door until I walked by her and began walking to 
their room. She followed right behind me.

I walked into their bedroom. Daddy was sitting up naked in their 
bed.

“Sit down beside your father ... so we can talk.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, keeping as much distance from him 
as possible. Mom sat down close to me.

“We know you’re avoiding the both of us. And we know why too.”

She put her hand on mine, and looked at me sincerely, “I don’t 
want this to go on any longer because it is hurting everyone.”

She pushed my hair back from my face. I knew she was trying to 
get me to relax, but I also knew I was the one who had instigated 
everything that got us to where we were.

“Your father and I have been talking tonight,” she said. 
“Something’s got to change. We haven’t been a whole family for 
too long now. I’m sure you know that better than anyone.”

She looked intently at me, waiting for any kind of response. I 
wasn’t going to give her one, and it was frustrating her.

“I’m not without blame,” she said. “You tried to talk with me a 
few weeks after I confronted you, and I snapped at you harshly. I 
was still really upset though. I’m sorry I said what I did. I 
should’ve apologized to you then, but I couldn’t.”

I continued to sit there quietly. I wasn’t sure what to say. 
Staying quiet had kept me out of trouble over the past few 
months.

She sighed deeply. She knew what I was doing.

Mom began talking to me again. “The day I discovered what was 
going on, your father and I had a long talk. He opened up, 
explaining how everything happened. I was very upset with him, 
but what I realized was that what the two of you had been doing 
was not a threat to our marriage.”

I raised my eyebrow at her. How was I not a threat to their 
marriage?

“Honey, he wasn’t going to leave me to be with you. Yes, he was 
committing adultery. I know it was the first time too. But, I 
also know that no marriage is perfect. I’m actually glad it 
happened with you, and not one of our friends.”

“You can’t be serious,” I finally said, incredulously.

“Yes, I’m serious,” she replied. “Honey, your father wasn’t going 
to divorce me to be with you. If it had been one of our friends, 
I would’ve had to deal with that.”

“Mom, it was incest. I fucked my father. Your husband.”

“And that’s what I was concerned about. I was worried he’d forced 
you. But you just said it ... you fucked your father. You 
initiated it, not him.”

“And that makes it okay?” I very skeptically asked.

“Of course, not. What you did was wrong. And just because you 
seduced him doesn’t excuse him either. He should’ve stopped it 
from happening.”

I sucked on my lips, not sure how to reply. I should have just 
kept my mouth shut. Now I was going to get lectured again.

“I knew I could get past what the two of you did ... with time. 
It wasn’t going to be easy. It took some time for me to 
understand what happened. But when I did, I was able to get 
beyond the hurt.”

She then said, “It’s okay ... what you and your father did 
together. The sex, I mean.”

I looked at her even more skeptically. Screwing my father was 
okay with her all of a sudden?

“I only hated the deception and your disregard for my feelings.”

I look at her very confused.

“I forgave your father for what he did with you. It really wasn’t 
the sex that upset me. Seriously, Melissa. It was the deception 
and lies.”

I wasn’t convinced though. I couldn’t imagine as a wife and 
mother not being pissed at my husband for fucking our daughter. 
But, my parents were quite liberal in their thinking.

She then explained what happened between them over the following 
weeks.

“When we came up here to talk that day, I wasn’t sure we could 
work things out. I was angry at both of you, but I was determined 
to try to find a way to get passed this. I know how close the two 
of you are. I know it’s easy for you to convince your father to 
let you do what you want, but that’s no excuse for giving in to 
having sex.

“Things weren’t easy for me and your father for a few weeks. My 
anger was always close to the surface. I lashed out at him more 
than once. But the worst was over between us after a few days.

“Unfortunately, you and I have had a problem talking ever since 
you became a teenager. I tried not to lash out at you. And the 
one time you seemed to put out an effort to have a regular 
conversation with me, I did just that. I hated myself for doing 
it just as quick as I said it. I blew it. And looking back at it, 
it just completely pushed you away from not only me, but your 
father as well.”

Mom continued telling me about their relationship over the past 
few months. I still wasn’t sure what happened between them after 
they left me to go upstairs to talk. But it didn’t seem to affect 
their relationship in a bad way at all.

As it turned out, they were getting along fine together. All of 
this had actually given a spark to their relationship. They were 
trying harder at their marriage. I couldn’t really see it because 
of my trying to stay out of sight as much as possible.

She didn’t ask Daddy about details of what we had done together 
until about a month ago. They had only talked in general about it 
before, and she had only learned the basics of what had gone on. 
But a month ago, they had talked in great detail about the 
affair.

“Daddy told you about the things we did?” I asked her, and then 
looked over at him flabbergasted.

“I asked him to,” she replied

“Did he tell you about ...”

“He told me everything. The spankings. The kissing with cum on 
your mouth. Licking each other’s butts. Everything.”

I looked at Daddy with my mouth hanging open.

“He even told me you deep throated him. Impressive,” she said, 
sort of smiling.

“Oh God,” I embarrassingly whined.

“And that position you tried when you fell off the bed in the 
motel room, I never realized just how imaginative you could be.”

I couldn’t seem to utter a sound as I sat there with my mouth 
open. I was in a state of total shock.

“He said you’re a great kisser as well,” she seemed to gleefully 
add.

I covered my face in total shame, “I’m sorry ...”

She quickly pulled my hands away and then lifted my face with 
hers, “Do I look mad or upset?”

“You’re not?” I disbelievingly asked.

She shook her head, smiling.

“He told you all the stuff we did, and you’re not pissed off?”

She shook her head again with the same smile, “Honey, the sex the 
two of you had obviously didn’t hurt you. It certainly didn’t 
hurt your father,” she said, both of us glancing over at him. He 
had a sort of sheepish smile.

“If anything, it seemed to help your father and I become closer 
over the past month ... and more intimate together.”

“Mom?!” I asked wide-eyed, completely shocked at what she was 
insinuating.

Obviously knowing what I was wondering, she replied, “I know the 
two of you had some exciting sex together. Your daddy has told me 
everything and ... we’ve tried quite a bit of it together.”

I blushed as I listened to her. Then Mom did something that 
completely stunned me. She reached over and grabbed Daddy’s cock, 
which had grown extremely hard while we were listening to Mom.

“What you two did seems to have made him even more of a stud in 
bed now,” Mom said smiling at me.

Mom paused for a few moments as she seemed to be gathering her 
courage, “I would like to see the two of you together ... if you 
want to.”

At that point my mind was on overload. My wheels seemed to turn 
at the speed of light. Had I heard my mom right? Did she just ask 
me to have sex with Daddy again?! In front of her so she could 
watch?!

Mom could tell that I was more than speechless. She could also 
see that I had not gotten up and run from the room either.

“Lie down by your father,” she said, almost pleading with me to 
do it. I skittishly scooted over close to Daddy, stretching out 
beside him.

Looking at Daddy, she said, “Show me what you did with her the 
first night you slept together on this bed.”

I rose up and looked quickly between them. Was she serious?

She looked back at me, “Is it okay with you if he does it?”

“I guess ...” I said more because I was scared what would happen 
if I said I wasn’t.

I wasn’t really sure exactly what Mom was up to. She was making 
out like she was turned on by the idea of watching me with Daddy, 
but I was uneasy about things. I was basically doing it because 
she could always intimidate me like that. Was she setting me up 
for some kind of revenge? Was she trying to embarrass or ridicule 
me?

Daddy looked at me and asked, “Do you want to suck my cock, baby 
girl?”

I looked at Mom closely and she just smiled and nodded.

She then just sat there watching me expectantly. Both my parents 
were sitting quietly watching me with a curious expression and 
giving me time to deal with the situation. I needed a moment to 
decide if I wanted to bolt from the room or do what Mom, and 
apparently Dad too, wanted me to do. I finally felt my body 
taking over. Once again my body made my decision for me. I moved 
down Daddy’s body and began kissing and licking his cock ... in 
front of my own mom! I decided to just go for it. If I was being 
setup, I was going to at least enjoy it while I could. I was 
going to give Mom my best performance. And I was getting 
seriously turned on.

I sucked his cock deep into my mouth, letting the head enter my 
throat. I cradled his balls in my hand as I work his shaft with 
my wet mouth. I could tell he was about to lose control and spurt 
his cum in my mouth. I was sure Mom could as well.

Looking at Daddy, she whispered in a rough voice, “It looks like 
your daughter is about to make you cum.”

“I told you she was good at it,” he panted back at her.

Daddy lifted my head by my chin.

“Can I fuck you, little one?” he asked me urgently.

I answered by rolling over onto my back and pulling my knees up 
and spreading them apart. He scooted between them and pressed the 
head of his cock against my dripping hole, easing his shaft into 
my pussy. I had wanted that cock so badly months ago, and I was 
getting it again ... this time in front of Mom ... with her 
apparent blessing!

I glanced at her. She was rubbing her clit! She was actually 
masturbating while watching her husband fuck me in their own bed! 
I still couldn’t believe she would let me do this, unless she was 
trying to teach me a lesson or something. But I decided to enjoy 
this while it lasted.

While Daddy was fucking me deep and hard, she reached over and 
caressed one of my tits, letting her fingers pinch and pull hard 
on my nipple.

“Your father said you liked to have your nipples played with like 
that. I’ve begun to like it myself,” she huskily said.

My mind and body just couldn’t process all the sexual stimulation 
from my parents. I was about to have the most intense orgasm 
ever.

“Oh God, James! She loves it! Fuck our little slut! Pound her 
little pussy!”

My body became rigid and as I was about to squeal loudly, Mom 
covered my mouth with her own. I was screaming into my mother’s 
mouth while her tongue sought out mine.

Mom waited me out and pulled her mouth away from mine as I 
settled down. Daddy was still fucking me, getting close to 
cumming himself. She continued playing with her clit while 
kissing me, and now she was ramming her fingers inside herself.

As she reached her own intense orgasm, she squealed, “Oh, God! 
Fill your baby girl’s slutty pussyyyyyyy!”

Almost on cue, Daddy’s cock erupted deep inside me as well. He 
held himself balls deep as he filled me with his sperm.

I watched the two of them, flabbergasted. They were treating me 
like a sex toy. When it was over, I just started crying. I just 
completely lost it because I was certain this was Mom's way of 
getting back at me ... by trying to humiliate me.

Mom asked, “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

The concern in her voice and on her face was very genuine.

I just looked at her hard and asked, “Do you still love me? Are 
you trying to humiliate me?”

She took me in her arms, holding me tight, “I love you more than 
my own life. It’s okay, baby.”

She then lay down beside me, cuddling with me, “Everything’s 
fine, Melissa. I’m not mad at you anymore. We’re not trying to 
hurt or embarrass you.”

Daddy was brushing his hand through my hair, and rubbing my arm, 
telling me everything was okay.

“You called me your little slut,” I whimpered at Mom.

She shook her head, smiling, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, 
honey. I was just so turned on watching you. Your father calls me 
a slut in the heat of the moment a lot. I wasn’t trying to insult 
you.”

At that point I was just physically, mentally and emotionally 
exhausted. I fell asleep in their bed between them while they 
held me.


******
 

When I woke up the next morning, I discovered my parents were 
already awake and had left the bedroom. I came down into the 
kitchen and saw Mom alone. She came over and hugged me tightly, 
kissing the side of my face several times.

“Will you go back to the bedroom with me?” she asked. I nodded, 
half smiling.

We sat on the bed and had a good talk.

“I had to find some way to break the ice between us,” she told 
me.

“So you got me to have sex with Daddy again? Wasn’t that what 
started everything?”

“What started the real problem was the secrecy and deception.”

“But how does my having sex with him now change things?”

“It’s now something we can do together,” she said, almost 
grinning.

“Mom, it’s incest!” I quietly asserted.

“That didn’t seem to bother you before,” she chuckled.

“But ... it’s wrong!”

“And it wasn’t before?”

“Well ... yeah, but ...”

“I’m not supposed to approve of it?”

“Yeah.” I replied.

“What we did last night may not be healthy in every situation, 
but it didn’t hurt any of us. Did it?”

I just shrugged, not sure about it.

“You had fun last night, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah ... even though I wasn’t sure what you were up to.”

“I wanted to watch.”

“I don’t get it. I had sex with your husband. Why aren’t you 
mad?”

“Over the past month, your father told me about everything you 
two had done. I don’t know how to explain it, but it turned me 
on. I became obsessed with it. When your father and I had sex 
over the past few weeks, we pretended I was you.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yep.”

“Why would you even tell me that?!”

“The same reason I went and got you from your room last night. I 
want my daughter back.”

“I still don’t get it, Mom.”

“Well then, here it is. I don’t mind if you have sex with your 
father. I just don’t want it hidden from me.”

“I don’t believe this.” I breathlessly said.

“I want to be a part of it though. That is all I insist on.”

“So, it’s cool if Daddy and I keep doing things ... if you’re 
there with us?”

“Yep ... except I don’t always have to be there. I just need to 
know either before, or very soon afterward. No secrets. Does that 
work for you?”

“Yeah,” I said in disbelief. I was getting my mother’s blessing 
to have sex with my father?

“Let me make one thing clear though. If you ever try to take 
advantage of your father or me in any way, there will be hell to 
pay. Like you said, it’s incest. The legal trouble would be a 
nightmare. I won’t have you trying to get your way with something 
by using threats or blackmail.”

“Jesus, Mom! I would never do that! I love you ... not to mention 
I don’t want to be known as the girl who had sex with her father. 
That wouldn’t be the best thing for a girl’s reputation in high 
school.”

Mom laughed softly, “Okay, I think we’re on the same page with 
this then. And the sex with your father and me should not and 
cannot stop you from having boy friends. It would not be healthy 
to be exclusive with us. Eventually you need have your own 
family.” Mom stopped for a minute, musing things over. Then she 
continued, “Also, don’t let on to Sam or Jessie what we’re 
doing.”

“They could figure it out,” I said. “You certainly did.”

“If they do, we’ll deal with it then,” she nonchalantly stated.

“So ... you really pretended to be me?” I curiously asked, 
smiling.

“It was some of the best sex we’ve had in a long time,” she 
admitted to me.

“Maybe you could pretend to be Jessie now,” I said, surprising 
her. “Daddy would probably like that.”

“If she ever becomes as daring as you, I won’t have to pretend.”

“Maybe I could give her some lessons on how to seduce older men,” 
I giggled. She just shook her head at me in amazement.

Then she said, “I dare you.”

“Oh really?”

She started to blush, looking away from me.

“What about Sam?”

“I doubt he would be interested in seducing your father.” I 
rolled my eyes at her.

“Well, if you’re not interested ...” I started saying.

“Who said anything about not being interested?” she interrupted 
with a wry smile. I just grinned back at her.

“Do you dare me?”

“What do you think?” she boldly replied.


******
  

I looked closely at Mark taking in everything.

“Do you still love me?”

“I still love you, but God damn girl!”

“Not every day a girl tells you she’s been having sex with her 
father, huh?” I asked.

“That’s definitely a first for me. Sheesh.”

It was a lot for him to take in at one time, but he was still on 
the bed with me. That’s what counted. And he was even smiling.

“Do you think I’m a pervert?” I bashfully asked.

“The biggest one I’ve ever met!” he exclaimed, but he was still 
smiling.

I playfully pouted. I then realized his cock had quickly become 
hard. I reached for it, squeezing it gently, “It looks like you 
weren’t turned completely off by it though.”

“I guess I’m as big a pervert as you are,” he smiled.

“Lay on your back, buster,” I playfully demanded. “Let me show 
you what a real pervert can do.”

He rolled onto his back. I slid seductively onto his body, 
straddling him. My pussy was hot and wet on his stomach. I could 
feel the head of his cock poking at my ass. I leaned down to kiss 
him passionately.

I then lifted myself so that I could position the head of his 
rigid shaft at the opening to my cunt. I slid down the entire 
length of his big cock, moaning loudly as it filled me 
completely.

As I began to fuck my man, I decided to finish my confession.

“Mom was right about how thing would turn out,” I said. “Things 
got back to how they’d been before everything had happened, 
except I was having sex in their bedroom once in a while.”

“I can’t believe she likes watching you fuck your father!” he 
replied. “Oh God, baby. Your pussy is heaven around my cock!”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, smiling sweetly.

“You’re so damn sexy when you do that,” he said. He then moaned 
as I squeezed his cock with my pussy, showing my appreciation for 
the compliment.

“I still can’t believe you did all that!”

“That’s not all, babe. The next night Mom licked my pussy to some 
incredible orgasms so Daddy could watch. Of course, Daddy wanted 
to see me lick her. It was so wild doing things with my mother.”

“OH fuckkkkkk, Mel! You and your mom?!”

”Having sex with her may have been a bigger turn on than what I’d 
done with Daddy. From then on, it’s mostly been a threesome. 
Mom’s quite skilled with that mouth of hers.”

“Oh God, yes! That is so fucking hot! So is your damn pussy right 
now ... Damn! Damn! Damn!” he yelled out as he jammed his hips up 
into me hard.

“Damn it, Mark! Your cock feels like it’s spitting me in half!”

“You wish,” he playfully replied. I leaned down to kiss him 
quickly.

“Do you still have sex with them?” he asked, jamming his cock up 
in me hard a few more times.

“Yeah,” I replied, groaning as I rutted on his cock. “After that 
first night, we started getting together at least one night on 
the weekends in their bedroom. The rest of the time, Mom and I 
began slipping off to one of our rooms during the day to talk 
more and more about our sex lives. She revealed to me that she 
and Daddy had been swingers before deciding to have children.”

“Your parents are swingers?!”

“Not at the time I had my affair with Daddy, but they had been 
swingers when they first got married until Mom wanted to get 
pregnant. Of course, they never expected to be making their own 
personal slut to play with,” I said, gripping his cock tightly 
with my cunt again as I slowly fucked him.

“Of fuck it all, Melissa ... this is so fucking hottttt!”

“After talking with Mom more, she told me that they’d been 
interested in opening up their sex lives again. Nothing had 
happened since us kids had come along until I got involved with 
Daddy. A few months after our threesomes started, they began 
having sex with a couple that was in their early thirties. A few 
months later, they became involved with another couple about 
their age, too.”

“Melissa, baby. I can’t hold it back much longer. I’m going to 
fill your naughty Daddy fucking pussy with the biggest load of 
fucking cum ever!”

“You’ve got such a potty mouth, lover. Whatever am I going to do 
with you?” I asked seductively.

We both moaned loudly as we came together. My pussy had a death 
grip on his shaft as he filled me up with cum.

I collapsed on top of Mark and we kissed each other softly, 
enjoying a very tender and intimate moment.

“Now you know my dark secret,” I said. “There are some other 
things you need to know about, but we can talk about those later. 
You know the important stuff. And, I still have sex with my 
parents. I’ll give it up, if you want me to. You’re more 
important to me.”

“I can probably live with it,” he replied. I knew that wouldn’t 
really work though.

“Mark, I’m hoping that maybe you will accept this and become a 
part of it with me as well. I’ll leave it up to you. I love my 
parents, but you are my true love.”

“You want me to join in?”

“Mom needs a nice hard cock while Daddy is busy fucking me,” I 
casually replied.

“That will be too wild,” he said, still amazed at what I was 
offering.

“Do you mean you might like to fuck Mom?” I asked, grinning 
cutely at my sexy man.

“That would be so fucking hot! Fucking your mom while you fuck 
your father!”

“Maybe we could try some kinky things together ... the four of 
us! We could maybe do some kinky things like Daddy and I do 
sometimes?”

“Like what?”

“Well, when you have extra people there that can help balance you 
...” I started saying, teasing him.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

“I thought you might be interested,” I playfully said. “So, all 
of this is okay with you?”

“I don’t want you to give up what you have with your parents. It 
wasn’t a threat to them. So it shouldn’t be a threat to us. I 
want to be a part of it with you, if that is what everyone wants. 
The main thing I want you to know is that I love you and want you 
to be my girlfriend.”

I bit my bottom lip. This couldn’t have turned out any better.

“I want you to be my boyfriend, but you know I won’t be yours 
exclusively if I’m having sex with my parents.”

“As long as I can be involved, I don’t care.”

“You’re not trying to get my mother through me, are you?” I 
teasingly asked.

“Your Mom is beautiful and sexy, but you’re more beautiful and 
sexy to me. You’ll always be the one I want.”

I kissed him deeply, wondering if he would be able to tell the 
difference in mine and Mom’s kisses when we had our first 
threesome.

A short time later while I was lying on his shoulder, he asked, 
“By the way, how did the dare concerning your sister and brother 
go?”


The End

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