
                               Widower
                               by Rider


Perhaps it was my wife who kept me in check until she died, or
perhaps her death triggered some latent urges, but then even I don't
know.  I do remember the early years after we were married were
happy, but after the birth of our daughter I did have some attraction
that was, I believe, not entirely fatherly.  When Anna was on my lap,
or when I bathed her, I had some thoughts about how smooth her skin
was, how innocent she was, and how I wanted to hug her and kiss her.
Oh, it was all innocent then.  Even my wife commented with approval
on how close Anna and I were.  At 5 years of age, it was too soon for
Anna to lose her mother, and too soon for me to lose a wife.

A drunk driver took away my wife, my pride, and even for a time my
will to live.  If I didn't have Anna, I wouldn't be here to write
this.  She became my world.  I worked to support her and give her
whatever she needed or wanted, and we spent our free time together,
reading, playing, eating and sleeping.

Anna was a sound sleeper.  If she fell asleep in the living room, I
could carry her into the bedroom without her even waking up.  Almost
as soon as my wife died, we began to sleep in the same bed.  It was
so large, and so lonely, that I couldn't see anything wrong if she
wanted to sleep with me -- and she did.  Maybe she was afraid I would
go away too, but for whatever reasons, she begged me to let her sleep
with me.  I couldn't refuse her anything, so she started to sleep
with me, always on the side of the bed my wife had occupied when she
was alive.

Anna would cuddle, and we often slept with her back against mine.
Out of modesty, I wore pajamas with her even though I was more
accustomed to sleeping in the altogether.  Anna's gowns were shear
and, if one were speaking of an older woman, "revealing."  Of course,
Anna had nothing to reveal, so seeing through her gown meant seeing a
flat chest and straight hips.

One morning, I awoke with a start.  I had been dreaming (I think) and
I not only cuddled Anna, but my erect penis was sticking out of my
pajamas and I had somehow inserted it between her thighs.  In the
twilight between sleep and wakefulness, I was humping my daughter!
For several minutes, I just lay there, wide awake, trying to make
sense of what was happening.  Anna was still asleep and it was dark.
I wanted relief so badly that for a moment I contemplated finishing.
In fact, I had to struggle to avoid cumming.  I slowly pulled my
penis from between her thighs and lay on my back, hard as a rock.  I
watched Anna's slow breathing as I pulled my pajama bottoms down and
masturbated and soon shot a wad of cum onto my abdomen.  Just as the
last drops were oozing out, Anna rolled over and lay her arm across
my lower abdomen right in the middle of the puddle of cum, brushing
my still erect cock.

Before I could react, she pulled her arm back, rolled over onto her
back, and rubbed her eyes and face with her hand that was covered
with my cum.  Fortunately, she did not get any cum into her eyes, but
her face was smeared with my cum.  I waited until her breathing
resumed its slow pace, all the while looking in wonder at my cum on
her face, and then carefully wiped her face with a sheet.

Well, that about did it for me.  I couldn't stop thinking about that
night.  My thinking was probably screwed, but I was thinking that if
I got my rocks off, and she was none the wiser, then no harm done.

The very next night, I decided to put this "theory" to the test.
About three in the morning, while she was laying on her side with her
back against my stomach, I deliberately inserted my erect phallus
between her soft smooth thighs.  She didn't even stir as I thrust my
cock with increasing vigor until I finally came.  I made a mess of
her gown, so I slipped it off of her, hoping she wouldn't get upset
at waking with only her silk panties still on.  She slept soundly
through the entire episode.

"Daddy, where's my top?"  she asked when she finally awoke.

"Um, you sort of drooled on it, so I took it off.  I thought you
might sleep better that way.  Did you sleep ok?"  I asked hoping she
would buy the story.

She stretched her arms above her head and said, "I slept great!  I'm
sorry I messed up my top."

I looked at her long blond hair and her arms above her head, her
chest bare and smooth, and I couldn't help but put my arm around her
and kiss her on the cheek.  She looked like her mother in that brief
moment -- at least in the face.

"It's ok darling.  Nothing to worry about."

Nudity was not a novelty.  We -- my wife and I -- had never hidden
our bodies from Anna.  Even now I still washed Anna and dried her
off, so it was no surprise when she ran from the bathroom into the
bedroom and jumped in the bed naked the next night.

"Aren't you going to put on your gown?"  I asked.

"It's still dirty," she replied.

"Only the top.  Do you want your bottoms?"

"Nope," she replied.

"I used to sleep with no clothes on with your mother."

"Why don't you sleep that way now?"  she asked innocently.

I didn't really have a good answer for that, so I asked her, "Would
it bother you if I slept with no pajamas?"

"'Course not!  'Specially if you used to sleep that way.  Maybe
you'll sleep better."

I wondered at that remark.  Did she know that I had been "restless"?
Had she truly been asleep?

For the third night in a row, I held her body, now completely naked,
against my now bare skin.  If the sexual urges were strong before,
they were unavoidable now.  When I slipped my stiff cock between her
soft thighs, there was a new sensation -her cunt lips rubbed against
my cock.  Oh, the exquisite sensation!  Even though there was no
penetration, I felt like I was really fucking her.  In short order, I
came, and then I held her like that for several minutes until my
erection returned, and then I did it again.  I was insatiable!

The next night, she fell asleep while watching television.  I carried
her into the bedroom and undressed her.  She was sound asleep, so I
took a few liberties.  I spread her legs and looked closely at her
hairless cuntlips; parting them gently with my fingers I watched her
face for any signs of arousal as I moved my face close to her cunt
and licked between the soft smooth lips.  I then lifted her legs and
held them up while I put my cock between her thighs and I started to
move back and forth.  The lubrication of my saliva made the feeling
like fucking a moist vagina and I soon needed to cum.  Rather than
splattering her body with cum, I decided to cum into her cunt.  That
is, I wanted to cum to go into the cunt.  I placed the head of my
cock at the opening of her vagina, and her cunt lips separated to
almost enclose the head entirely.  I let her legs fall apart gently
and began to stroke my cock.  Soon, I began to squirt, and squirt,
and squirt, all into her tiny hole.  Towards the end of my orgasm,
her cunt was so full of cum that some of it overflowed onto the top
of my shaft.  When I pulled my cock away, my semen poured out of her
cunt in a rivulet that ran between her butt cheeks and onto the bed.
I left her like that, oozing still more cum, while I went into the
bathroom to get a towel.  When I came back to the bed, Anna was
awake!  She appeared sleepy, but had a quizzical expression on her
face.

"What's this stuff?"  she asked.  I walked closer and I saw her with
her hand covered with slimy cum that she had pulled from between her
legs.

I got onto the bed and started to wipe her hand with the towel as I
explained, "You had sort of an accident.  It happens to girls
sometimes when they are asleep."  I moved the towel to her lower
abdomen and between her legs as I continued to wipe my semen from her
cunt and the bed.

Anna began to cry.  "I'm sorry, daddy.  I didn't...mean...to..."  she
sobbed.

"Oh, honey!  It's ok!  I promise!  It's all perfectly natural, and it
doesn't bother me at all," I said as reassuringly as possible and
cradled her head against my bare chest.

"Oh no, daddy, I even got some on you!"

I followed her eyes and they were aimed directly at my cum covered
cock.  "Shit!"  I thought.  "How stupid can I be?"  I wiped myself
off and said, "Don't worry honey.  It's perfectly harmless and I
don't mind a bit.  Now let's go to sleep."

I kissed the tears from her eyes and wiped the moisture with the
towel (until I remembered what the towel had been used for) and then
the sheets.  I turned out the lights and got into bed.  I noticed
that Anna was sleeping further away than she ever had and I began to
be concerned that I had blown my cover.

"Is something wrong, honey?"  I asked, hoping to literally keep her
in the dark.

"I made a mess.  I'm afraid it might happen again," she replied.  I
could tell she was telling the truth, so I moved closer to her.

"Honey, it's ok.  To tell you the truth, it makes me happy.  My
little girl is growing up.  And that's all it means.  Now give daddy
a hug and let's go to sleep.

She turned over and wrapped her arms around my neck so suddenly that
I rolled onto my back with her on top.  She had one leg on either
side of my stomach and her naked body was pressed tightly against
mine.  To her, I'm sure it was just an innocent hug, but to me, it
was luscious.  As we lay there in that embrace, my cock began to get
hard until it reached her cunt.  I couldn't stop it from growing!  I
don't know if she noticed my cock touching her cunt, but she soon sat
up on my stomach and my cock was under her, between her butt cheeks.

She turned around and looked behind her and exclaimed, "Daddy!  What
happened to your pee-pee?"  She then raised up and moved back until
her thighs rested on mine which left my rigid cock fully exposed to
her gaze.

"It gets like that sometimes.  It doesn't mean anything."  I was on
my elbows looking at my erect cock, her watching it, and the spread
cunt-lips just beyond my cock.  It was clear my cock wasn't going
down anytime real soon.

She tentatively reached for it and put her hand on it, and then
around it, and lifted it slightly.  It twitched (involuntarily
-honest!) and she said, "Oh!  Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt at all.  It's just natural."

I don't think she believed me.  As I had taught her from her many
bumps and scrapes, she scooted down my thighs a little further and
then bent over and kissed it.  It twitched again and hit her in the
face.

She grabbed it with both hands and asked, "Where do I kiss it to make
it better?"

I couldn't resist.  "On the end, honey."

She hesitated only a moment (when she saw the drop of cum that was
left over begin to ooze out) before she kissed it right on the end.
As she lifted up, I briefly saw a viscous strand of my cum strung
between my cock and her lips.  It broke as she rose, leaving a drop
on her lips which she licked off without another word.

She sat there with both hands on my cock, staring at it intently,
until she asked, "When is it going to get smaller?"

I was thinking, "Not while you're holding it like that!"  but I said,
"It'll go back down before morning.  Now let's get some sleep, ok?"

I practically had to pry her loose from my cock before she looked at
me and said, "Good night, daddy."

"Good night, sweetheart," I replied and went to turn off the lights.
That turned out to be along night.  About every five minutes, she
would reach behind her and feel to see if my cock had gone down.  The
anticipation kept it hard as a rock, however, and I was beginning to
wonder myself if it would ever go down.  Finally, she drifted off to
sleep, and I did too.  I suppose my cock finally deflated, but when I
awoke, I was on my back with no covers on and Anna was sitting next
to me staring at my cock.  Wouldn't you know it, I had a morning
hardon.

"Daddy, maybe you need to see a doctor," she commented.

"No, honey.  I'm fine.  Really!  Wait here a while."  I jumped out of
bed and into the shower -- a cold one -- and I deflated completely
before I returned to the bedroom.  Removing the towel around my
waist, I showed her my cock again and said, "Now you can see that
it's ok."

She was seated on the edge of the bed and I went to kiss her on the
head when I felt her hands close on my cock.  The warmth was a shock,
but the sensation was exquisitely pleasurable.  When I raised back
up, she was examining my cock with her hand around it.  The sight of
this naked girl, my own daughter, sitting with her legs spread on the
edge of the bed, holding my cock was too much.  I began to get erect
immediately, but I couldn't pull away.  My cock rose to its full
glory and was pointing directly at her face.  She leaned forward and
kissed it on the head before she said, "It's swollen again.  Maybe
you need another shower."

"You're mother used to make it go down," I said somewhat wistfully.

"What did she do?"  asked Anna.

"Well," I started, realizing that I had opened a can of worms, "she,
umm, rubbed it until it, umm..."

Anna, with both hands on my rigid phallus, began to stroke it up and
down.  "Like this?"

"Ohhh," I groaned, "Yeah, like that."

Slowly and steadily, Anna continued to stroke my cock, watching it
intently to see what would happen.  I just stood there, barely able
to keep my eyes focused, watching my daughter pulling and pushing
with both hands, and I knew she was just trying to make me feel
better.  I could hardly stand, so I bent over and my daughter lay
down on the bed pulling my cock onto her abdomen where she continued
to stroke with both hands.  I kept myself suspended over her with my
arms on the bed.  I was still standing on the floor, but I couldn't
help moving back and forth in sync with her rubbing motions.  I
pulled back until my cock head was at her pubis, then thrust forward
until my cock was almost at her chest, repeating this motion until I
couldn't hold back any longer.  I shot a stream of cum with my
forward thrust that struck her on her chin and lips, then dribbled
down onto her chest.  More squirts followed, leaving a generous trail
of semen from her pubis to her neck as I continued to thrust.

When I finally stopped moving, Anna looked up into my eyes; seeking
approval, perhaps asking for some explanation.  I was ashamed for
using my daughter like that.  The combination of shame and sexual
gratification caused my cock to rapidly shrink so that when I finally
stood up, it was almost normal size.

"It worked!"  she exclaimed.  "But what's all this stuff?"

Her hands were covered, her body and much of her face as well, with
my semen.  I had to give some kind of explanation.

"When daddy, umm, feels really good, after, uh... Oh, honey, it's
just the stuff I make sometimes when I need to have a certain
feeling.  Like release.  I can't explain it, but it feels really,
really good."

"Did I make you feel good?"  she asked, absentmindedly rubbing my cum
into her belly and chest as she lay on her back with her feet on the
edge of the bed and her legs spread innocently.

"Yes, honey, you did."  I went and got a towel and gently wiped her
body clean.  As I was wiping, I said, "Remember I said that this was
something for married people?"

"Uh huh."

"That means that we shouldn't have done that.  It's my fault, but we
can't tell anyone else what happened.  Ok?"

"Sure, daddy.  I understand.  I won't tell anybody.  Cross my heart."

In spite of my fears about being sexually attracted to my daughter,
we continued to sleep nude.  For several nights I avoided attempting
to "relieve" myself, but the desire remained.  Finally, one night,
quite late, as I lay with her next to me, I yielded to the
temptation.  She was already next to me, lying with her back to my
stomach.  My erect cock began to press relentlessly against her
buttocks until I pushed it between her thighs.  I lay like that for a
moment, but then the urge to hump overwhelmed me and I slowly moved
back and forth.

Then, I noticed the most remarkable thing.  I felt the unmistakable
movement of her body against my thrusts.  She was humping my cock!  I
thought maybe she was dreaming, or moving reflexively, so I slowed up
a bit, but her thrusts matched mine perfectly.  Then, with my cock
sticking between her legs and poking out the other side, I felt her
hand close around the shaft of my cock and begin to move back and
forth opposite my movements, jacking me off.  She didn't say a word,
but when I stopped moving, her thrusts and strokes took over.  I
raised up slightly and my impression was confirmed.  In the dim
light, I could see her hand around my cock and her hips were moving
back and forth rhythmically.

The realization that she was an active participant in this activity
was a shock.  I knew that she knew and she knew that I knew.  I
wrapped my arm around her, held her close to me, and continued my
humping until finally I came in gushes.  I raised up and my eyes met
hers.  "Feel better now, daddy?"

I could only nod my head.  She raised her hand to her mouth and
licked some of the semen before she wiped the rest on her pillow.
She then turned to me and kissed my cheek.  "Good night, daddy," she
said before she turned back over and went to sleep.

I pulled my softening dick out from between her thighs and lay on my
back for a moment as I tried to think.  I felt her turn towards me
and snuggle, so I put my arm around her and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning we got dressed as though nothing had happened.  I
hoped that she might have forgotten, but I doubted that.  My fears
were confirmed that very evening.

"Daddy?"  she began as we were eating supper.

"Yes darling."

"If shooting your stuff feels so good, why do you do it so late at
night?"

"What do you mean, darling?"

"Why don't you do it before you go to sleep?  That way, you might
sleep better."

My face was turning red with embarrassment as I tried to think of how
to answer this.  Was she suggesting that I masturbate before coming
to bed?  That might not be such a bad idea.  Maybe then I could keep
my hands off of her.

After supper, we watched television together.  We lay back together
on the recliner and she had her head on my chest.  During a
commercial, she reached down to my crotch and put her hand on my
cock.  She pushed around a little and then the show came on again.
She left her hand there and, inevitably, I became erect.  She was
quick to notice that and, without any prodding or talk, she unzipped
my trousers, undid my belt, pulled the elastic band of my underwear
away from my body, and looked down at my cock.

"It's hard again," she observed matter-of-factly.  She struggled a
short time reaching into my underwear and grasping my cock until she
finally turned to me and said, "You're going to have to pull your
pants down.  I can't reach it good."

I lifted my bottom up and she and I worked together to pull my pants
and underwear down.  My cock went "Sprong!!"  when it faced the
freedom of the open air and Anna giggled, but she soon returned to
her businesslike and curiously authoritative voice.

She lay next to me on the recliner with one hand on my cock and began
to stroke it slowly.  Perhaps it was awkward to hold her head up, but
for whatever reason, she soon lay her head on my lower abdomen and
watched my cock closely as she stroked it.  I couldn't focus on the
television.  This was just too intense.  Part of me wanted her to
take my cock into her mouth; part of me knew this whole thing was
wrong; all of me was extremely stimulated and unable to think clearly.

"Daddy," she asked as she stroked, "what is this drop here?"

I observed a drop of pre-cum and told her it was part of the liquid
that I make when I am happy.  "Your mother used to lick it off."  It
was true, but of course it was unnecessary to say that.

Anna moved her face closer to my cock and licked the drop of pre-cum
from the head, but instead of just one lick, she continued to lick it
with each stroke and even briefly put the end of the head into her
mouth before returning to licking and stroking.  Well, at this point
there was no holding back.  I couldn't even form the words to warn
her about my impending orgasm, so in a brief span of time I started
to ejaculate.  I shot a stream into her mouth and part of it bounced
off of her tongue and onto her face.  She closed her mouth and the
remainder splattered across her lips and cheeks before slowing down
to an ooze.

Anna sat up and looked at me with a curious expression on her cum
splattered face: a mixture of bitter taste and surprise.  She was
smacking her lips as though she was trying to decide whether to spit
or swallow.

"What's the matter, darling?"  I asked, although her expression said
it all.

"I got some stuff in my mouth."

"Your mother used to swallow all she could when I made the stuff."
Ok, I'm a jackass.  But it was true.

"Why?  It tastes bad."  Such honesty is refreshing.

"She knew it made me very happy."

Anna swallowed hard and looked at me sheepishly.  "Did that make you
happy?"

I laughed at the sight because she was so damned cute, and I replied,
"Yes, honey, it made me real happy.  Thank you."

"Do I have to drink all of it?"  she asked as she looked at the
puddle of cum on my lower abdomen.

"No, honey, you don't.  You don't have to drink any of it if you
don't want to."

She seemed content that she had swallowed some of it, and she fetched
a paper towel to clean the rest.  We went to sleep that night and, as
she had predicted, I slept like a log.

When I awoke, I was unusually horny.  It took a moment before I
realized that Anna had uncovered me and apparently found an erection.
Her head was resting on my abdomen and her mouth was on the head of
my phallus while her small hand was stroking vigorously.  Only a few
strokes later and I came into her mouth.

When she rose, and I came to my senses, I asked her, "What did you do
that for, honey?"

"Your pee-pee was hard and swollen, and I fixed it."

I pulled her onto me and we hugged for a moment, our naked skin
pressed against each other.  When I got up, I had to hide my erection
for fear that she would feel she had to "fix" it again.  I was
beginning to realize that she had developed an obsession about my
health.  I felt guilty that she had, in her own way, assumed this
responsibility.  Things had gone much further than I had ever
intended, and MUCH further than they ever should have.  With just a
few words, I could have ended the whole thing.  But did I?

All I had to do was look at her naked body, and I was hard as a rock.
Since she had taken to walking around nude after her bath, I was
almost always hard.  And she was quick to notice.  And quick to try
and relieve my "condition."

One evening, lying in bed, she grabbed my cock and started to stroke
it, but I interrupted her.

"Honey, there is another way to make it go down."

"What's that?"

"Let me show you."  I picked her up and set her down on my penis
facing me.  "Now you just move back and forth and watch what happens."

She started to rock back and forth slowly, rubbing her cunt on my
hard cock, as she watched closely to see if something would happen.
She soon began to grind my cock and her eyes closed.  Soon she
shuddered and stopped for a moment.  Her clitoris was engorged and
protruded between her tiny hairless cuntlips, but she soon resumed
her motions.

"Are you ok?"  I asked.

"Yeah, I just had a chill, sort of."

"Did it feel good?"

"Yeah.  Really good.  Like if I was gonna pee, but it went from my
pee-pee to my head."

I didn't probe any more since I was beginning to enjoy her movements
so much that I couldn't speak, and soon I came in big squirts onto my
lower abdomen.

"It worked!  I did it!"  she exclaimed with evident pride in her
accomplishment.  She fell forward and slid up my body, smearing the
cum over her abdomen and cunt, until she could put her arms around my
neck.  She gave me a big kiss on the lips, perhaps more of a kiss
than we had ever given each other.

"Thank you, darling," I said as we looked into each others eyes.  We
lay there like that, with her on my chest and my arms completely
around her tiny body, until she drifted off to sleep.  I gently
lifted her up, and my cum had almost cemented us together.  As she
lay on her back, still asleep, I got a towel and wiped the cum from
her stomach and cunt before cleaning myself off.

Anna is a smart girl.  It wasn't long before she figured out that I
was having erections in response to her actions.  So she was both the
cause and the "cure" for my hardons.  Rather than refraining from
whatever she might do to cause an erection, she made it into an art.
She started by virtually attacking me when I wasn't expecting to see
her.  She would unzip my pants, pull them down and start stroking my
soft penis until it became hard.  Although she had begun to realize
that the "swelling" of my penis was not pathological, she never left
me hard.  In fact, she became rather proficient at making me cum.

I'll never forget the first time she sat on my lap, facing away from
me and leaning back, with my cock sticking out from between her legs.
She grasped my cock with both hands and stroked me while at the same
time moving her hips back and forth humping my cock until I spurted
all over her abdomen and chest.  If that sight wasn't enough, what
she said was a killer:

She craned her head backwards to look into my eyes and asked, "Is
this your love juice?"

"Yes, I guess it is.  I do love you."

She lay there, reclining on my stomach, and rubbed the cum into her
skin like it was skin lotion.  I noticed that she seemed to spend an
unusual amount of time rubbing the "lotion" between her legs.  My now
soft cock started to harden again and began poking between her labia
with increasing pressure.  Her hands rubbed my cum into my cock too
which only served to accentuate my erection.  Soon, the pressure
could no longer be ignored.

"Daddy, your pee-pee is pushing into me."

"Well, honey, I guess it wants to go inside."

She continued her idle rubbing, but she let the pressure build until
it was slightly uncomfortable for me.  I could imagine it was
uncomfortable for her too.

"When it goes inside, will that be sex?"

"Where did you hear that?"  I asked calmly, at least on the outside.

"A girl told me.  She said sex is when a man puts his Peenis in a
woman's verjinia.  So between my legs is my verjinia and your Peenis
wants to go inside.  That's sex.  Right?"

"Yes, but a 'woman' has to be older so that the man's penis will fit.
My penis won't fit into your 'vagina'."

She pushed down on my cock until it was about to break before asking,
"How old do I have to be?"

Suddenly I felt fatherly: "You're supposed to be married.  That's
because sex makes babies.  Your mother and I made you that way."

She sat up part way and looked at my cock straining at her vulva.
"Does sex feel good?"

"When it's done right, there is no better feeling in the world."

"So momma made you feel real good, and you made me from that good
feeling."

"Yes, I guess you could say that," I replied wondering where this was
leading.

"If my 'vergina' was big enough, your Peenis could fit and we could
have sex."

My cock was rock hard by now as my mind filled with the idea of
fucking my daughter.  I had ejaculated onto and into her cunt
(without her knowing), but I had never really contemplated
penetration.  And here she wanted it!

"I'll tell you what.  When your vagina is big enough to let my penis
in, then we can have sex.  Is that fair enough?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

She seemed content with that answer and that was the end of it.
Well, sort of.

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The intimacy that Anna and I shared was not confined to the house.
It was a part of our total relationship and it found expression in
other places, although without the explicit sexuality.

I remember once when I took Anna with me to meet a coworker at the
airport.  While we waited, Anna mostly sat on my lap, wiggling and
squirming, hugging and kissing, until I became concerned that some of
the people in the airport might suspect that she was a bit too
friendly.  When she finally settled down, she was straddling my lap
with her arms around my neck and her head resting on my chest.  One
woman, who had been seated opposite us and saw the whole show, got up
and walked over to where we were sitting.  I thought she was going to
say something about calling the cops, but instead she commented,
"It's so nice to see a girl and her father so close.  You seem to
have a wonderful relationship."

I was almost speechless, but I managed to say, "Since her mother
passed away, we've been very close.  She's a real handful, but I love
her with all my heart."  Blah, blah, blah.  This lady couldn't even
imagine that a girl that had been sexually intimate with her father
would be "close" to him.  I began to realize that overtly intimate
behavior in public was acceptable between a father and daughter.  I
watched another father and daughter "team" as they waited, and I
noticed that the girl, about 10 years old, would lay her head in her
father's lap, hug him for no reason, kiss him on the lips, and
generally display intimacy that (given my new perspective) seemed to
suggest sexual intimacy.  Even in retrospect, I can't say for sure if
they were just "close" or if this was the public expression of
private sexual behavior.

My suspicions were confirmed when we went swimming at a public pool.
Anna wasn't just playing around, she was teasing me.  She wrapped her
arms and legs around me and pressed her body against mine, even
deliberately rubbing herself against my hardon.  Fortunately, I wore
a loose pair of swim trunks so my hardon was not visible, but her
little hands had no problem finding it.  Even though we were in a
public place, I couldn't resist putting my hands around her little
buttocks from time to time, or even between her legs.  We received
more positive comments there than at the airport!  Hell, I began to
wonder what would happen if she had pulled my cock out and started
sucking on it.  The old ladies probably would have said, "How cute!"

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As Anna grew our relationship changed, sometimes for the better,
sometimes not.  Anna became more confident.  She began to understand
a little about what sex really is and this gave her a sense of power.
Her obsession with my health (and the self-imposed obligation to
make me ejaculate every time I had an erection to reduce the
"swelling") disappeared and was replaced with playfulness, love, and
maybe a sense of duty.  She acted "sexy" when she was feeling playful
(quite effectively, I might add), but at other times she just wanted
to be held closely, reassured that my love was unconditional and
never-ending.  She constantly asked questions about her mother; what
she wore, how she acted, what we used to do (in bed and elsewhere).
In subtle ways, she then seemed to emulate what she had heard.  By
the time she was seven years old, Anna was a virtual carbon copy of
her mother.  There were some childish activities but she seemed to be
more of an adult than any seven year old girl I had ever met.

One afternoon, I was watching television in the living room when I
heard Anna call to me from the bedroom, "Daddy, come here!  I want to
show you something."

I walked into the bedroom expecting to see her trying on clothes, or
reading, or playing some game, but what I saw shocked me deeply.
Anna was laying on the bed naked, spread-eagled, with a dildo
sticking out of her hairless cunt obscenely.  My mouth dropped open,
but I was speechless.

"I did it!"  she exclaimed as she proudly admired her work.

"Where did you get that?"  I asked.  I surely didn't buy it for her,
and I couldn't imagine her buying it for herself.

"It was in mommy's bedside table."

Another surprise.  Perhaps I didn't know my deceased wife as well as
I had thought.  But my thoughts quickly returned to the present.

"Anna, I don't want to alarm you, but you may have hurt yourself.  We
might have to take you to the doctor."  Boy, I really wasn't prepared
for what she might tell a doctor, but I'd risk jail time for her
sake.  It also crossed my mind that if she was self destructive she
might need to see a shrink.

"It doesn't hurt at all!  Besides, I've been doing this for a long
time.  I just put it in a little at a time.  Tonight, I finally got
it in to the widest part.  That's what I wanted you to see.  You said
that if your penis could fit into my vagina then we could make love
like you and mommy did.  You promised!"

Then I understood.  She was demonstrating that she was ready, willing
and able.  She slowly removed the cone shaped dildo and, noticing my
attention, she proceeded to put it into her mouth and move it in and
out.  She then put it at the opening of her vagina which, despite the
recent presence of the dildo, looked too small to accommodate the
enormous device.  I watched in amazement as she inserted the dildo in
one stroke, before she started moving it in and out slowly.  The
tender skin of her vulva moved slightly in and out with the movement
of the dildo.

"See daddy?  It fits!"

I got onto the bed slowly and lay down on my stomach with my head
between her legs for a better look at this phenomenon.  There was no
bleeding.  Her hairless cunt-lips were stretched around the dildo
like elastic bands, but the dildo seemed to slide in and out
effortlessly.  Her clitoris was clearly visible at the top and was
somewhat engorged.  I put my hand on her lower abdomen and I could
feel the movement of the dildo.  Anna started moving her hips,
tilting them up and down as she inserted and removed the dildo.  The
effect was erotic beyond belief.

I had seen enough.  I was more than convinced that my phallus could
fit and anxious to "try it out."  Anna must have been reading my mind
because she removed the dildo and set it down at her side leaving her
legs spread.  She reached her arms out invitingly and I sat up and
tore my clothes off.

When I moved over her, her arms were still extended, legs spread, and
the warmth of her skin was like an electric shock.  I kissed her and
she wrapped her arms around me tightly.  Unfortunately, she was only
about 4 feet tall, so my cock would not reach her cunt while my face
was even with hers, but she wrapped her legs around my waist and
started humping my lower abdomen.

She loosened the grip of her legs and arms, letting them fall to her
sides.  "Now daddy," she quietly urged me.

I suspended myself above her and placed the head of my cock at the
entrance to her virginal (?) cunt and started to push.  There was a
slight pop as my cock head passed the opening, and then pure heaven.
I hadn't had intercourse with a woman since my wife passed away, so I
had almost forgotten the warmth, the smooth friction, the feeling of
enclosure.  I remained motionless for a moment, but I couldn't resist
the urge to move.  I slowly began fucking my daughter, and her
movements reciprocated my own.  I looked down and saw that her head
was lifted slightly, watching my cock slide in and out of her cunt.
She lay her head on the bed again and looked into my eyes, and there
was a smile on her face that encompassed pride, pleasure,
satisfaction and love all at once.

Not a moment after I looked into her eyes, I started to cum, and cum,
and cum.  I looked down at my cock and my semen was oozing out from
around my cock with each thrust.  I was cumming into my own daughter.
The idea was erotic, illicit, and I new that, if circumstances
permitted, it would not be the last time.

There was no such thing as a purely innocent activity.  Everything we
did seemed to have some overlay of sexuality.  Watching television,
Anna would climb into my lap, I would become hard, and she would wrap
her cunt around my cock.  Riding bicycles, we would pull into a
secluded wooded area and she would expose my cock and either
masturbate me to orgasm or give me a blowjob.  After one blowjob in
particular, my cum was smeared on her face, and she rode back to the
house with me leaving my cum on her face.

There was only one thing that never crossed my mind.  Some day it
would all end; the only question was how.  Anna grew older, as did I.
I began to have visions of my daughter suing me in court and
declaring herself an "incest survivor."  I thought about going to
jail.

Well, the end came not with a bang, but a whimper.  Anna's interests
broadened, and her interest in "playing" flagged.  Anna grew modest
and began to sleep in her own room.  "Do you mind?"  she might ask,
and I would always say no, of course not.  My little girl was
growing, maturing, and preparing to leave the nest.

She's married now with kids of her own and we never spoke of our
earlier relationship.  We are still friendly, and surprisingly she
let's me babysit her children.  But that's another story.

End of story

Rider <Rider@nym.alias.net>

