Tina's Dilemma
Tina came home from school. Slamming the door of her bedroom, she
fell onto her bed with tears streaming from her eyes. I was dozing
off in the chair and was startled by the slamming of the door. "Tina
is that you?"
Coming to the bottom of the stairs I listened and heard her sobbing.
Climbing the stairs I entered her room to find her lying on the bed,
her eyes red from crying. Taking her in my arms and cuddling her to
my chest, I asked, "What is it, love?"
She told me it had been Mother's Day at school and she was the only
one without one that day. Her mother had been involved in a car
crash a month ago and never regained consciousness. She moved closer
to me feeling safe.
Laying down next to my daughter, I took her in my arms again. She
snuggled up to me, her crying subsiding. We talked for ten minutes
about school. Then she laid her head on my chest and fell asleep.
Looking at my daughter, I realized she was turning in to a woman.
She had developed a lovely pair of breasts that were rising and
falling as she slept. I could feel them pressed into my side. They
were very firm. Her leg had been placed across mine and I could see
her thigh. It was long and tapered and looked very sexy. She was 13
and promised to turn into a carbon copy of my wife very soon.
Reluctantly I moved her from me as I had to go to the bathroom.
Looking back in on my way downstairs I noticed her skirt was tangled
around her waist. She was tossing and turning. It gave me a glimpse
of her panties, pink cotton with small flowers dotted over them. I
saw the cleft of her sex as her legs were parted with a few stray
hairs trapped under the band of her knickers. My god, she looked so
sexy! Her panties were pulled tight and I could clearly see the
bulge of her pubic hair and a dark shadow where it stopped short from
the waistband. I felt my prick rise in my shorts.
"Christ!" I said to myself, "This is my own daughter!"
Feeling guilty, I left the room and went to prepare dinner.
Tina came down some time later wearing just an extra-large baggy T
shirt. She had showered after her nap and was feeling better.
Crossing to me, she gave me a long full kiss on the lips.
"You're the best Dad in the world," she said and hugged me. She sat
opposite me, eating. I noticed she had no bra on. Her nipples were
hard and pink and showing through the flimsy material. I thought,
"Damn! I'm thinking of her again in the wrong way." I had always
had a very full sexual relationship with my wife, making love with
her at least once every day. I missed it now.
I went to the patio and sat down. "Christ! It's so muggy," I
thought, sweat forming on my back.
"We're in for a storm tonight," I called out to Tina. I could see
the dark clouds forming in the distance. "I'm off for a bath," I
added and went into the living room. Tina was sitting on the floor
watching TV, her legs bent and she was resting her chin on her knees.
"My god!" I screamed to myself. I could see her pussy. My little
13-year-old daughter had nothing on underneath her shirt! I almost
ran from the room as my prick grew into full erection.
Going into the bathroom, I turned the taps on to drown the lewd
thoughts that were entering my head. It was no good. I was going to
have to relieve myself. Taking my clothes off, I looked into the
full size mirror. My rampant prick stood out straight -- all 8
inches of it. Taking it in my hand I started to slowly rub it.
Pictures of my sexy daughter took over my mind. As the picture of
her full pussy flashed in my memory, I imagined myself running my
fingers through the bushy jungle of her sex. I could wait no longer.
I came. Spurt after spurt of my sperm shot onto the mirror, leaving
a trail as it slid down the polished surface.
I was a 43-year-old father thinking of sex with his little daughter.
I felt ashamed. I was so confused. After cleaning up my mess, I got
into the shower and tried to take my mind off her by thinking about
what was on the agenda for the next day.
When I got out of the bath, I put my robe on and went to bed. I was
awakened by a clap of thunder almost an hour later. Getting up, I
shut my window. The air seemed cooler now.
Looking in my daughter's room I noticed her window was open.
Crossing the room in the darkness, I closed it. On my way out a
flash of lightning lit the room. For a brief second I saw my
daughter. She was sprawled across the bed totally nude!
I went out into the hall and put the landing light on. Going into
her room again and leaving her bedroom door partly open, I approached
her bed. Kneeling down, I could see in the available light the
outline of my darling daughter. Moving closer allowed me to see
every detail. Her proud breasts stood erect, her gorgeous legs
thrown open exposing her teenage pussy for my inspection. I was in
turmoil. Should I touch her and let her know what I was thinking?
NO! I got up and walked to the door, closing it gently so as not to
wake her.
I lay in bed disgusted with myself. But the thoughts stayed with me
and my prick started to respond. I tried to ignore it but to no
avail. Soon I was jerking off again with my lovely naked daughter
dancing prominently on my mind.
Some minutes later I lay spent and was dozing off when a huge clap of
thunder rattled the house. I heard a scream. It was Tina. She came
running into my room.
"Dad, Dad, wake up!" she shook me awake. She had put on her robe, a
short one that just barely covered her bum. "My window's smashed,"
she said.
I went to inspect the damage. A branch had snapped in the high winds
and fell through her window. The rain had soaked her room, the wind
forcing it into every corner. The bed was soaked. Another clap of
thunder vibrated the window frames. Tina flung herself at me. "Can
I sleep in your room tonight, Dad? This scares me."
What else could I do? I could not expect her to sleep in her rain
soaked room. And I could see that the storm was truly scaring her.
"OK. Come on," I said.
Putting a hand on her shoulder I led her to my bedroom. She went
over to her mom's side of the bed and got in. She had been in this
bed lots of times as a child. When she had covered herself with my
blanket she took off her robe and put it at the foot of the bed. MY
GOD! my eyes grew wide. SHE'S GOING TO SLEEP NAKED WITH ME!
Sliding down the bed, she pulled the sheet up to her chin and waited
for me to get into bed.
My heart was pounding. Could I last the night without touching this
lovely naked young goddess lying beside me? She turned to look at me
and said, "I really love you, Dad. Thank you." She kissed me,
turned over and made herself into a ball then fell asleep.
An hour passed and the storm had died. The only noise I could hear
was Tina's breathing, soft and regular, and my wildly pounding heart.
I sat up and leaned on my arm to look at her again. She had turned
to lie on her back which caused the blanket to drop down, thus
exposing her breasts. I kissed her forehead, fighting with myself to
keep from touching her fist-sized breasts. She murmured something
and smiled in her sleep. I had to kiss her properly, just once, I
kidded myself. Leaning over, my lips brushed hers gently. Then a
bit harder. Her sleeping body stirred but did not wake. My tongue
was in her mouth which had opened as I kissed her the first time. I
noticed her small nipples growing. Her breasts were rising a bit
faster now. She started to kiss me back, though still asleep. I
felt much bolder by now. I reached my hand out and slid it over her
gorgeous breasts. Oh, how firm they felt! I massaged them, pulling
the nipples gently. She turned to me and draped a leg over mine.
Sliding it up and down, it made contact with my rampant hard on.
I shuddered, lowering my hand to the sweet valley between her thighs.
Her hair was matted with the sex juices that flowed from her tight
little pussy. My finger found her slit and I gently rubbed my finger
into the narrow cleft.
I could not believe she was still asleep. I placed her hand on my
prick, molding her hand around it. She was moving it up and down,
jerking me off. I could feel her breasts on my chest, moving against
the hairs had made them hard. I kissed her more passionately and, at
first, she responded, but then she woke up with a start.
"DADDY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she cried out, moving to the edge of
the bed and reaching for her robe, shocked at what her father was
doing to her.
"I'm so sorry, darling," I tried to think of something to say. "I
miss your mom, too. We used to have sex so regularly, and with your
body nude against mine I was so turned on and imagined you were her.
Can you forgive me?"
"Daddy I know you and mom had sex every night -- I've heard you
making love. But I'm your daughter, not your wife and it's not
right."
She turned her back to me and went into a troubled sleep.
In the morning she was up and showered and had prepared her breakfast
before I got up. I took a shower.
"I'm off to school now! Bye!" she called out and was gone. I did
not have a chance to explain my feelings to her.
I spent the day cleaning her room, repairing the broken window and
washing all of her clothes that got wet from the rain. When she got
home, she kept in her room saying she had a exam on Monday and wanted
to study the whole weekend.
Tina went to bed early and, she told me later, was lying there
thinking of what I, her father, had done to her. All she could
remember was waking up with me touching her breasts and kissing her
with her hand on my hard manhood. She remembered the flush she had
felt in her body. It was the same feeling she got when her boyfriend
tried to play with her tits and, after a brief struggle, he did. She
fell into a restless sleep.
I went to bed dejected. I knew I had hurt my beautiful daughter, the
only thing I had left that I truly loved.
The next day was the same. She stayed in her room and went to bed
early. I was in turmoil. What was I going to do? I felt the tears
come to my eyes. I could not stop it. I lay there on my bed crying
like a baby.
I did not realize Tina heard my crying and had crept out of bed to
investigate. Hearing it come from my bedroom, she entered and saw me
huddled on my bed, my body racked with sobbing. She came to me and
took me in her arms, just as I had done to her a few days before.
"What is it, Daddy?" she asked, concerned.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you," I sobbed and clung
to my 13-year-old daughter.
She understood now. It was the touching thing.
"Stop crying, Daddy," she said. "I ignored you because of what you
did. It scared and confused me. But I still love you more than
anything in the world." With that she took my head in her hands and
planted a big kiss on my lips. I took her in my arms and held her.
"I love you, too, sweetheart," I said. "Can you forgive me?"
"yes, Daddy, I forgive you. Now, don't feel sad, ok?"
Ok, honey, I feel better now. Thank you."
"Sure, Dad, good night."
Tina went back to her room and got into bed.
I lay down and tried to sleep. My daughter still loves me. This
thought echoed around my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
Later, I felt someone touch me. I woke up with a jerk. It was Tina.
She had gotten into my bed.
"Daddy," she said, "I love you." Leaning over, she kissed me full on
the lips, pressing herself against me.
MY GOD! SHE'S NAKED AGAIN! I realized as I returned her kiss.
"Tina," I said. "This is not right. You said it yourself."
"It's ok, Daddy," she replied. "I was wrong. I know you love me.
I've been thinking and I'm sorry that I hurt you so much. After all,
Dad, what did you do that was so wrong. You showed me that you loved
me. You kissed me like you loved me. You touched my breasts. So
does my boyfriend and I know you love me more than he does. Besides,
I loved the way it felt when you played with them. You put my hand
on your penis. My boyfriend is trying to do that all the time. Why
not do that for you? I love you more than anyone in the world. I
want to make you happy, and if doing those things makes you happy,
then I want to do those things."
She took my hand and placed it on her breast. "Please be gentle,
Daddy. I want to make you as happy as Mommy did."
"Are you absolutely sure, sweetheart?" I asked.
"I'm sure, Daddy. It will be our special secret -- our special
connection."
I buried my face in her breasts, kissing the nipples and feeling them
grow as she laid back and let me instruct her in the gentle art of
love. She ran her fingers across my chest, teasing my nipples to
make them hard. Lowering her hand further she felt my shorts.
"Please take them off, daddy," she whispered into my ear, just like
my wife used to. With my shorts off she placed her hand over my
prick which was so hard I thought it would snap. Her fingers curled
around the girth and she gently rubbed it up and down.
My god, I thought. It was so beautiful, her soft, tiny hand doing
the most pleasing strokes to me. In all my 43 years I have never
felt such pleasure from a hand, even from my wife's. I placed my
hand on her belly and rubbed it gently. She murmured "Oooh, yes.
That feels so good, Daddy."
Moving down, I felt the softness of her sparse pubic hair. Her legs
opened up to my hand. Her pussy lips were swollen and I felt a dewy
moistness on them. "Rub it, Daddy, please. It feels good to me,"
she whispered, nibbling at my ear. I placed a finger into the golden
slit and felt it open up for me.
Christ, I thought, she likes me doing this to her.
I probed into her gently. She gasped as I entered. She was so wet,
the juices made it easy for my finger to slide in. Gently thrusting,
I felt her pussy cling to my finger. It was so tight.
"Oooh, yes! Daddy, my loving Daddy, finger me!" she gasped. I went
faster but not harder. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt my
precious Tina. "Oh yes! Keep going! Don't stop!" she yelped, her
hips trying to push my finger deeper inside her. I felt her spasm
and she locked her body stiff as she came, her juices flowing over my
hand, making a pool on the sheet. Her face had taken a blushing red
color as she came down from her first orgasm. Turning to me, she
smothered me with kisses, crying with disbelief that her body could
be taken to such heights.
"I love you, baby," I cooed. She clung to me, showing me that she
felt happy making love to her dad. We lay there holding each other.
I was happy just holding her without the sex, but she felt she was
neglecting me. She placed her hand on my prick, feeling it grow
again.
"Oh, Daddy," she crooned, "that felt so good. Now, what can I do for
you?"
"Later darling. There's all night." I pushed her down on the bed
again, running my hands over her sexy body. I realized she was still
on a high. She welcomed my probing fingers and, soon, sliding tongue.
She turned on her belly and asked me to rub her back. I sat astride
her, my prick lying on her back as I gave her a gentle massage.
Moving down her body, I rubbed the small plump globes of her ass,
pulling them slightly apart and seeing her flinch as I rubbed her
cheeks softly. I moved onto her legs, lingering over her smoothly
shaved skin. Then, reaching up to her neck, I pulled my hands down
the full length of her body. She arched her back with pleasure. As
she arched, my prick slipped into the crevice between her legs. She
gasped as the solid rod of flesh grazed the lips of her cunt. "Oooh!
That feels so good," she said.
I replied, "You mean this?" Taking my prick into my hand, I rubbed
the tip of it against her clit, the pre-cum that was on the tip
mingling with her juices, helping it to slide up and down with ease.
"That is fantastic" she squealed.
I pulled on her hips, putting her in a kneeling position with her
legs apart. I pushed one finger, then two, into her wet pussy,
finger-fucking her deeply. She suddenly jerked up saying, "I'm hot,
Daddy! You're making me so hot."
I lowered my head and kissed her pouting pussy lips. She shook.
Pulling my finger out of her cunt. She turned over, spreading her
legs as wide as possible and said, "Kiss me again, Daddy."
Each time she called me "daddy" I felt so proud. Here I was, at 43,
making love to my 13-year-old daughter, and best of all she wanted me
to.
Pulling her hips to the end of the bed, I lowered my head to her
quivering pussy. She knew what was coming. The last kiss I placed
on her pussy lips had almost made her come again. Licking with just
the tip of my tongue, I traced the outline of her lips. Pulling the
lips apart I saw the moist pink inner skin glistening with her
pubescent girlish cum. I scraped my tongue the full length, greedily
feasting on this sweet moisture coming from the depths of my sweet
daughter. She started to come again. Gripping my head with her
thighs, she shook as I lapped up her juices as fast as I could.
When she let me go, I raised up and felt the juices run down my face.
She scrambled over to me and started kissing me all over my face.
My fingers were busy again. I buried my middle finger into my little
girl as far as I could, wanting to touch the very center of my sexy
young lover.
"Daddy, you have made me come so many times, but you have not come
even once. Am I doing something wrong?"
I laughed and told her that her happiness was more important to me.
"Please, Daddy, tell me what I can do to make you feel good," she
begged, grasping my thick hard prick to her belly. I hesitated. I
didn't know how she'd feel about oral sex.
"Come on, Daddy," she crooned, tracing her fingernails along the
length of my prick and taking my sperm filled balls into her hands
and softly playing with them.
I told her what I wanted.
"Like this?" she asked, lowering her mouth to the tip of my
erection. She licked the pre cum that was oozing out of the slit at
the top. I felt the heat of her sexy mouth as she engulfed the head
of my prick. She flicked the tip with her tongue. If she only knew
what she was doing to me, I thought, while feeling the jism in my
balls start the journey of no return. She gagged as she tried to
place all of my cock into her mouth. She had stretched her mouth to
its limit and could only take half of it in.
"I'm going to come, darling," I tried to warn her. Too late. A
solid slug of sperm hit the back of her throat. She gagged again but
swallowed it. Wanting to please me, she gulped it all down as fast
as she could.
I finished coming, but I was still rock hard. It was a miracle! As
I got older it normally took a few minutes to encourage it to get
hard after an orgasm. But with my little Tina it stood up in all of
its glory in just a few seconds as she licked my balls clean.
"You really did like that, didn't you!" she exclaimed.
I kissed her lips, tasting my own salty sperm around them.
We lay together on the bed with her still playing with my prick.
Turning to me, she said in a soft pleading voice, "Please make me a
woman now, Daddy."
I looked into her deep brown eyes and saw she meant it when she said
she wanted me to be the first. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her
deeply. Moving on top of her, I took my prick and rubbed it along
her virgin cave. My tip eased its way into her pouting lips. She
opened her legs, saying "I'm so happy, Daddy. Fuck me, please. Even
if it hurts, I don't care. I want to take Mommy's place."
I was overcome with love and lust for my little girl. I slid my
prick into her moist pussy, hesitating for a second as the head
penetrated, then resumed sliding in. She gasped as her virgin pussy
stretched to accommodate my huge prick. "Ooooh, Daddy! It feels so
nice." She started to move with me. Slowly she got used to my size.
The walls of her vagina were dripping with her juices which made it
a bit easier.
"Yes, Daddy! Please, Daddy! Do it now!" the urgency in her voice
displaying her lust-filled state, just wanting her old dad to fuck
her, to make her a woman. I pushed a bit harder and buried my full
length in her tight sheath. She screamed into my shoulder. I
stopped. I had hurt her.
"More, Daddy!" she screamed, unable to contain her passion. "Fuck
me hard!" She didn't care if our neighbor heard her. Nor did I.
I carried on, thrusting gently. She pulled my shoulder and turned me
over. Sitting on me, she was now in control. She mashed her pussy
hard onto my cock. Feeling the tip banging against the mouth of her
cervix, she shuddered with lust and banged the full length of my
prick deep inside her some more. Her cunt held my manhood in a vice
like grip, locking me to her. She sat still, her breath gone from
the initial pain of our fastening. Moving slowly, her pain subsided
and she carried on rocking. I could feel the sperm in my balls
rising.
She felt the twitching of my manhood. She rocked harder, crying out
"Come in me, Daddy! Make me a woman! Go all the way! Don't stop!
Do it!"
That drove me over the edge, and when I climaxed, my semen went deep
into her vagina, filling my precious little 13-year-old with my
baby-making sperm. We didn't think, nor care, about the
consequences. This was what we both wanted. She sucked every last
drop of my spunk with her gripping vagina as she came with me.
It took minutes for our first mutual bliss to subside. Then,
reluctantly pulling me out, she lay on the bed beside me. She rubbed
her tummy softly. I joined her. We smiled and kissed passionately,
happy with our new intimacy.
We never sleep alone now. She moved into my bedroom with me,
transferred all her clothes and stuff from her closet to mine. She
also broke up with her boyfriend, wanting to be mine exclusively. It
is a well-guarded secret. Her room is always disturbed as if she had
just gotten out of bed in case some of her friends drop by. We don't
make love all the time. Sometimes we are quite content to just lay
down together, holding each other, and talking of our future. She
wants to have my baby, unconcerned with the complications her youth
or our incest (we don't really believe in what people say about
children born from incest) might cause. When she missed her period a
couple of weeks later (she has a regular cycle), she became drunk
with expectation. I bought a home pregnancy test kit for her and to
our great joy she was indeed very pregnant. We hit the jackpot on
our first try. Now, my little 13-year-old spends most of her time
reading up on pregnancy and motherhood. She desires to be as good,
better, a mother as her Mommy was. I was proud. I, too, read up on
pregnancy, fatherhood, and delivering babies.
I bought a ring today which I will give to her tonight. School is
almost over and as soon as it ends this year we are going to move to
the empty farm, far from this town, my parents left for me when they
died. No one knows us there and people live far apart. There, we're
going to live as husband and wife, and, when our child is born, a
family. I don't know what my life would have been without the love
of my little Tina, but now my life is complete.