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My Incontinent Daughter (inc, Pedo, WS)
By $teve Da Pimp
Before you read this story: Be advised that this contains descriptions
of a father's sexual infatuation with his daughter from the ages of
three to six. All sex is consensual but would still be illegal and
immoral in real life. This is a fictional fantasy and in no way am I
condoning this type of behavior. If you do read this story, I would love
to hear your comments, both positive and negative.
Write to me at stebub4761@aol.com.
My daughter is fourteen years old now, a beautiful, blossoming teenage girl.
It's been a long time since she either wet the bed or had a daytime
accident.
But when she was a toddler and into her early school years, she was
different.
When she was a baby, of course, she had no other means of relieving
herself than urinating and defecating in her diapers. I changed about
half of those diapers, and I have to say that while it wasn't disgusting
to me, it wasn't pleasing either. The simple fact was that my little
girl needed to be changed for her comfort and well-being, and like any
good father I put her needs before anything else.
Right about when she was two, she started being potty-trained. Quickly
she learned to defecate in the toilet, and if she had an accident after
that she would wail for an hour, probably because she didn't like the
feeling of her feces on her sensitive skin.
Her urination, however, was a completely different matter. When she had
mastered holding in her poop until she went to the potty, she almost
never managed to make it to the toilet to urinate. Quite often, she
would be playing quietly on the floor, I would ask if she needed to go
tinkle in the potty, and she would say no, she didn't need to go. Not
three minutes later, there would be a puddle underneath her and she
would be soaked.
My wife and I never punished her, since it wasn't like she really did
this on purpose. We got used to changing her panties several times a
day, and she wore a diaper at night to make things easier. It became
more of a problem when she turned three.
She was enrolled in preschool, and every day she would come home soaking
wet between the legs. She never complained about feeling itchy or hot
from her urine, and if allowed to she would happily spend all day in wet
clothes. We took her to several doctors, and all of them said the same
thing: our little girl Samantha was healthy in every way, she just
wasn't quite ready to control her bladder yet.
In the summer about five months before she turned four, I took Samantha
to the community pool. When we were walking through the locker room, I
asked her for the millionth time if she needed to tinkle. As usual, she
shook her head no. We got out to our car and she sat down. Not five
minutes later, I heard the faint sound of liquid shooting onto fabric. I
looked to my right and sure enough, Samantha was peeing on the car seat.
I was only a little angry, being used to this sort of thing. I told her
to take off her suit in the car - it didn't matter if she was naked
walking into the house - and I'd help her clean up when we got inside.
She did this with no disagreement and followed me into the downstairs
bathroom.
I looked at my little girl, still damp from swimming. She smelled
faintly of chlorine but mostly of urine. Her blonde hair was dark and
slicked back from swimming. I told her to sit down in the bathtub and
spread her legs wide.
I couldn't help noticing that her tiny clitoris was sticking out from
between the folds of her inner genitals. Her entire crotch area gleamed
with pee, and she smelled pungent. She was not modest at all as I gently
wiped her down with a washcloth and rinsed off her naked little body. I
realized, startled, that I was getting an erection looking at my little
girl. I shifted my mind to the office quickly, before those thoughts
could really take root. Cleaned up, Samantha stood up and with a playful
slap on the rear, I told her to put on some clean clothes.
Later on that night, after my wife was home, I did some laundry and my
mind drifted back to earlier that day. I couldn't get Samantha's plump
little tush and equally full pubic mound out of my mind. Jeez, what kind
of a jerk was I, getting aroused by my own three-year-old daughter? As I
took a pair of her dirty underwear from the hamper, I couldn't stop
myself from sniffing the bright yellow stain around the crotch. The
aroma was intoxicating, and promptly after putting the laundry in I went
into the bathroom, locked the door, and masturbated, thinking of
Samantha's bare, naked cunt, no less. I felt like the world's biggest
asshole.
The next morning, Sunday, Samantha woke up soaked as usual, and I let my
wife change her. Laying in bed, I realized that the events of the
previous night were simply an unusual phenomenon. Besides, I hadn't
touched my daughter inappropriately, and she had no clue what was going
on. I began to feel better about myself.
Shortly after Samantha's fourth birthday, she gradually began to have
fewer accidents during the day. It still happened about half the time,
but now she knew when she had to go pee and she would keep my wife and
me advised.
One Saturday morning, she was watching cartoons clad only in a pair of
pink panties. We let her wear whatever she wanted around the house, and
she slept in her underwear most of the time. She turned to me at a
commercial and said, "Daddy, I have to wee." I told her to go ahead and
use the toilet. She was plenty big enough to do it by herself.
She came back a few minutes later and snuggled up next to me. I smelled
urine and looked down at her. Her hands were wet and the front of her
panties, from between her legs all the way to the waistband, were
stained dark and moist. I asked her why she had wee-wee all over her.
"Because I tried to go wee like the boys but it got all over," she told
me, blushing a little. I got up and went to the bathroom to see what
exactly had happened.
There was a puddle on the toilet seat and in front of the toilet.
Apparently she had pulled down her panties and tried to urinate standing
up, not quite realizing that the way her plumbing was set up, it would
go straight down.
"It's all right, Sammy," I reassured her with a hug. "Let's get those
wet panties off and get you cleaned up." She stood obediently while I
wiped her between the legs with a wet washcloth. Then I told her to sit
on the couch and air-dry while I cleaned up the bathroom floor.
I took a sponge and wiped up the puddle, drying the floor with paper
towels. I saw the wet panties draped over the edge of the tub, and I
knew what I was going to do next. Really, I had no choice in the matter.
I smelled the still-moist fabric. My tongue flicked out at it, and I
tasted my four-year-old daughter's salty urine in my mouth. I slurped at
the cotton more and more until there was more of my saliva on the
panties than her pee. I couldn't believe what my sexual urges had driven
me to do anymore than I could control them.
I went back to the living room to find Samantha watching her cartoons
again, naked of course. I couldn't resist the opportunity to tickle her
naked body, and she giggled happily. Then I took her upstairs and put
some clean clothes on her.
About six months after that, I was bathing Samantha one night. She was
starting to lose her baby fat, and being tall for her age anyway, she
looked almost six or seven. She loved me very, very much, and I loved
her even more. As I was putting shampoo in the palm of my hand to rub in
her hair, she said, "Hey Daddy, watch this!" Like any parent, I stopped
what I was doing and watched.
She shifted her weight to the balls of her feet and lifted her upper
body with her arms behind her. She arched her back and her naked,
dripping body came out of the water. Her bare, gleaming pussy mound was
plump and her little genital slit was spread partially. She shocked me
by splashing her pee into the water, giggling the whole time.
"That's not nice to do," I scolded her, chuckling to myself the whole
time. She looked pleased with herself, and I bent down and gave her a
kiss. I realized that it had been awhile since I had seen her pee coming
out of her when she was naked, and the sight was erotic.
About a week after that, I took her in the woods about ten miles from
our house for a midwinter's hike. There was only four to six inches of
snow on the ground, but the temperature was in the teens and a chilling
breeze slapped us in the face.
We were about a mile from the parking lot when her little gloved hand
tugged at mine. "Daddy, I have to wee-wee. NOW!" She fidgeted a little,
and I knew that meant that I didn't have much time to decide on what to
do. Pretty soon, the decision was going to be out of my hands.
"Okay, sweetie, Daddy's gonna help you out," I told her. I knew that I
couldn't get her snow pants off without taking off her boots, and then
her socked feet would get soaked in the snow. There was no chance of
making it back to the car where there would at least be a pop bottle or
something to pee in. And I couldn't let her wet herself - she'd get real
cold real fast.
It came down to one possible solution. I felt terrible for having to do
it, but...
"Samantha, I want you to lie down on the trail on your back. I'm going
to unzip your snow pants and put them by your knees. You can pee in my
mouth and it won't get all over you and make you cold."
"Can I really do that Daddy?" My little girl asked, clearly excited by
the prospect of doing something as naughty as peeing in her daddy's mouth.
"Just this once, sweetie," I told her. Secretly I cared for more than
her comfort; I desperately wanted to taste her sweet little girl pee,
this time straight from the tap.
"Okay, Daddy." I helped her unzip her snow pants and she held the
waistband of her sweatpants and then her panties down just below her
urethra. I knelt down on the packed snow. "Brrr, my privates are
chilly!" Samantha said, shivering a little involuntarily.
"Go ahead and pee, sweetie, I'm ready," I told her. A little dribble of
warm pee splashed into my waiting mouth, and then a little more. Finally
her urine stream strengthened itself and I was gulping down my own
little girl's hot urine. It tasted delicious, warm and salty. Finally
Samantha's little bladder emptied itself out and I licked my lips. I
kissed her pussy slit and she shivered involuntarily, but didn't say
anything. She got up and pulled up her snow pants, zipping them up again.
"That was fun, Daddy! Can we do that again sometime?"
"Oh, I'm afraid not, sweetie," I replied, biting my tongue. "You see,
the only reason we did that was because there was no other way for you
to go pee.
Normally you could just go off the trail and tinkle." I didn't dare let
on that I enjoyed it. I could get in huge trouble for this, and I
already felt guilty.
Samantha just accepted my explanation calmly and we walked back to the
car and went home.
About six months after that, my wife and I were having a major
disagreement that eventually led to our divorce. Samantha and I ended up
staying at a local hotel for two days while my wife and I took some time
away from each other. We went to the local Denny's for dinner, but
Samantha just picked at her food.
"Everything's going to be okay, sweetie," I reassured her. "Mommy and I
are going to work things out and soon everything will be back to
normal." Even then I wasn't sure, but what else could I tell Sammy?
We went back to the hotel, and even though it wasn't late, Samantha said
she wanted to have her bath and then go to bed. I felt really bad for
her. She always took it the hardest when my wife and I disagreed.
I also felt very starved for affection and horny. I began to think
seriously about a fleeting fantasy of mine as I helped my five-year-old
daughter take her bath. Her bare, nude genitals looked so inviting and
in need of pleasure. I knew my feelings were so, so wrong, but I
couldn't stop the pedophile in me from rearing his horny head.
She stood up as I let out the water, and as I dried her off top to
bottom, I rubbed the soft towel between her legs. "Mmmm, Daddy that
feels so good," she murmured sensually. Oh if she only knew the effect
she had on me!
She started to put on her clean panties, but I stopped her. "Sammy, do
you want me to show you something new and special that we can do
together?" She nodded happily. "Then stay naked and lay on your bed.
Daddy's going to show you something that'll make you feel really nice
inside."
She lay down on her bed, shivering a little from the air conditioning,
and pressed her soft, creamy thighs together tightly. They were tanned
up to her crotch from the swimming she did at the community pool. Her
belly was as white as her pussy, but her arms were dark like her legs.
Her blonde hair was damp from the bath and her face was flawless.
Consequences be damned, I wanted to do this.
"Sweetie, you're going to have to open your legs. Here, why don't you
spread them wide and hold your feet like you do in your gymnastics
class." My flexible daughter nodded and grinned. She loved to show off,
knowing that she could stretch better than any of the other little
girls. Her pink inner pussy was exposed, but she didn't care - I was her
daddy, after all.
"Now I'm going to lick your privates and make you feel good. If you ever
want me to stop, just tell me and I will, okay? If you don't want to do
this, you don't have to."
Samantha shook her head. "Daddy, I want you to lick my privates and make
me feel good." I nodded, and while my five-year-old daughter held her
legs wide open, I lowered my face and my tongue flicked at her immature
young cunt.
It was like nothing I had ever tasted before. I had gone down on my
wife, but it had been a long time since I gave her oral sex, and
besides, if she had tasted this good I never would have stopped. I knew
that in her immaturity, it shouldn't take long for Samantha to build
towards a climax, and I was right.
Her hips started bucking. "D-Daddy," she stuttered. "P-please stop. I
have to go w-wee-wee." I ignored her. I knew that she would want me to
continue if she knew what was going to happen, and I was right.
My little girl screamed as she experienced her very first orgasm, and I
felt a hot stream of pee splash into my mouth. I stopped licking her
engorged clitty and concentrated on swallowing every last drop of her
delicious little girl pee.
It was warm and not too salty - it mostly tasted like warm water. Her
orgasm come to an end, she lay there breathing hard and continuing to
relieve herself.
All too soon her little piss faucet turned itself off, and I stood up.
"Did you like that honey?" I asked. Sammy nodded enthusiastically. "Can
we do that again Daddy?" she pleaded. I shook my head.
"Come on sweetie, let's get some rest. Maybe we can do it again sometime
soon."
She pouted a little but crawled into bed with me. I pulled my shirt over
my head but opted to leave on my shorts and boxers - I didn't want to
end up molesting my daughter any more than I already had.
Her naked little body felt so nice and warm on mine. I held her close to
my chest and squeezed her soft little ass. God she was a sexy little
kid! I knew that what we were doing was oh so wrong, but I couldn't help
myself. I had no choice.