Subject:     A Father-Daughter Day (and night)
Story Codes: MF oral exhib incest father daughter 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Diary Date:  May 19, 2013

Summary
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My husband was spending the day with his mother so I figured why not do the 
same with my dad.  It?s been a long time since the two of us spent an entire 
day together and it wasn't long before I realized how I?d been derelict in my 
duties.  That night I was reminded even more how negligent I?d been.  Well, 
hopefully once again I?m a good daughter.

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Duties and Responsibilities
   Chapter 2 - The Mall
   Chapter 3 - Dinner With Dad
   Chapter 4 - Spending the Night


Chapter 1 - Duties and Responsibilities
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It?s a terrible sign of the times that the divorce rate among Christian 
couples is higher than 50 percent.  Like, what is that telling us about our 
decaying moral values?  To think that less than half of all marriages stay 
true to the vows taken before family and God worries me.  It?s not just the 
marriage but the families.  As a teacher I see the results in the numbers of 
children from single-parent families.  Anyone whose had any exposure to kids 
these days will tell you that while exceptions certainly exist, for the most 
part having two parents is always better than one.

So what has led to this decline in family values?  Well, I could probably 
write an entire thesis and barely scratch the surface so instead I?ll focus 
on what I consider to be one of the most critical features of a successful 
marriage - the firm establishment and understanding of each person?s roles 
and responsibilities.  While nothing can guarantee a marriage?s longevity, I 
maintain that without this crucial element that the marriage is almost 
certainly guaranteed to FAIL.

It would be impossible, or at least undesirable, to spell out everything that 
each member of a family should and should not do.  Also, no two families are 
exactly the same so it only makes sense that no two families would 
necessarily have the same role and responsibility assignments.  What IS 
important is that they HAVE them.

As important as roles and responsibilities are, there is also the risk of 
going too far, especially when dealing with trivial issues.  Who takes out 
the garbage, who does dishes, etc. can change over time and really, so long 
as they don't lead to bickering and fighting, who really cares?  Indeed, I 
think there is a real danger of going TOO far to where people feel like they 
are in boxed in and can?t escape.

Along the same lines, I also think that anyone even considering incest needs 
to first confirm that they already have dealt successfully with the issue of 
family roles.  Even if they have, incest will strain these roles and can lead 
to quite severe and complex issues if a solid foundation is not in place.

For me, when it comes to my roles in life first as a daughter and then as a 
wife, I?ve always tried to emulate my mother.  What better role model cold a 
girl possibly ask for?  Thanks largely to her convictions and understanding, 
my parents? marriage lasted over 25 years before their divorce and even 
though it technically ?failed?, the reason for their separation had nothing 
to do with their love for one another but rather to addictions my father was 
finally unable to contain, forcing my mother to either totally compromise her 
most sacred ethical and moral guidelines or leave her husband.  I am proud of 
her for having such strong moral convictions to where she was able to make 
such a terrible choice and in the end be absolutely certain that she made the 
correct decision.

To summarize what I learned from my mother, and what I hope someday to pass 
on to my own daughter, is that in a Christian marriage the men are the heads 
of the household and it is my duty and responsibility to submit myself to 
their authority.  Neither my mother or I had a brother so in our cases this 
applied to our fathers only but I know that someday if I have a son that he 
will assume his rightful place in our family as he becomes a man and that my 
daughter, if I am fortunate enough to have one, and I will submit to our men 
as is the proper thing to do.  Further, speaking of my daughter I have every 
expectation that she will be taught to do the same as I did with my father 
and my mother did before me with hers - to submit to her father.

The subject of Christian submission is complex, so much so that I wrote and 
entire diary entry about it which is posted in the About Me section of my 
diary.  Thus I will only cover the highlights to the extent necessary to 
allow people to understand my actions this day.

First, as a daughter my ultimate responsibility is to my father (after God of 
course).  A father has the right to expect his daughter to submit herself to 
him in whatever manner needed to satisfy his needs and desires.  For some 
fathers that can be as simple as her being a good student, an athlete, excel 
at something in the arts, etc.  However, fathers are also men and men by 
their very nature have sexual needs and desires beyond their control.  For a 
man to have desires for a young girl is not only natural, it?s to be expected 
so long as our DNA is what it is.  What IS unnatural is to resist these 
feelings and force them to remain buried and unfilled.

While I don?t personally believe a girl has to be the one to initiate 
anything, I do believe she has to be prepared by her mother to be open to the 
idea if and when her father is ready for her.  Take my mother and her sister 
for example.  My grandmother does not particularly care for incest and has 
never participated in it.  However, she also taught her daughters to obey 
their father and to never refuse him, albeit the concept of a sexual advance 
by him was never mentioned.  Personally, I think my grandmother was hoping 
that her husband would not require his daughters in such a way but I think 
now that she was being a little naive.

Thus when my grandfather went into my mother?s bedroom that fateful night 
when she was barely fourteen and took her virginity, while she may have been 
shocked by what he was doing but at the same time she didn?t resist.  After 
all, it was her father and this was what he wanted so what choice did she 
have?  The same went for her sister just a little while later, even though 
she was only twelve at the time.  Both girls grew up from that point having 
the honor and joy of knowing that they could make their father feel better in 
ways nobody else could, not even their mother.  As I said, my grandmother 
never participated but as part of her duties as a wife, she did not stop her 
husband from having sex with their daughters.

Which leads me to the other person to whom every girl must submit - her 
husband.  Still, as with her father this has nothing to do with bondage, 
slavery or anything weird or perverted.  It?s as simple as acknowledging his 
place as the head of their home and affording him the proper respect and 
actions he deserves.

Just to be sure of one thing - submission is a two-way street.  Yes, the 
woman is tasked with yielding herself to the men in her family but at the 
same time, a huge burden and responsibility is placed on them as well.  To 
paraphrase the Bible, men are to love their wives as Christ loves the Church.  
Like wow, can you even imagine what that means?  As such he also looks 
constantly to please his wife and daughters, to provide them with whatever 
they need and as much of what they want as possible.  To abuse his wife or 
daughter, to force anything on them against their will or beliefs, would be a 
total violation of this responsibility placed on him.

So how did this work for me a I grew up?  Let?s be real - I was no angel.  
Sure there were times when I didn't always obey my dad or I did things that 
frustrated him or even upset him.  That?s only natural in the growth and 
maturity of any human being - to rebel against authority and to question 
everything.  Still, it?s one thing to not make your bed or to come home late 
from a date but quite another to say ?no? to your dad when he comes to you 
horny and needing your help.

People often ask me if there?s anything I have done in my life, at least 
sexually, that I regret.  I honestly can say there is nothing I would take 
back if given the chance to do it over again.  My experiences, both the good 
AND the bad, are what made me who I am today.  Without having some of both, 
who knows who I?d be today?  Certainly not the Kelly people know me as.  

What I DO regret are the things I have NOT done.  At the top of the list is 
not giving my dad my virginity.  Next would be pleasing him even before then 
in the ways I know he wished that I had. Everyone is always telling me that I 
shouldn?t feel this way and to put that behind me but when you believe as 
strongly as I do about how a daughter is suppose to submit to her father, 
then that?s pretty much asking the impossible. 

Of course in all fairness to me I never knew my dad wanted such things. Of 
course he looked at me the way most men did and even would get hard when I 
sat on his lap or he watched me masturbate, but then he was a man so why 
wouldn't he?  As I said, I knew lots of men looked at me and probably got 
erections too but they didn't have sex with me.  If anything, I probably 
would?ve wondered what was wrong with me if my dad had NOT done such things!  
Once I did learn what he wanted then I am proud to say that I have NEVER 
refused him, at least when it comes to sex.   Ok, so sometimes I may not be 
as enthusiastic about it but to turn him away?  Never.

Thus I spent my later teen years pleasing my father and enjoying the feelings 
of contentment and fulfillment that came with the knowledge that I could do 
something for him that no other woman in the world could, not even my mother.  
Compared to many girls I knew, I felt more self-confident and at ease with 
myself knowing my roles as his daughter and the responsibilities that came 
with those roles.  There was none of this ?who am I?? crap.  I was my 
father?s daughter and thrilled to be.

As I dated and started to think of marriage, I became more and more excited 
about the new role I would hopefully soon take on - that of being a wife.  I 
knew from my mother?s example that it would not have any impact on my 
responsibilities as daughter, but rather would add more meaning and 
fulfillment to my life.  I fully expected and planned to be totally faithful 
to him which would mean stop having sex with men outside my family 
(thankfully blowjobs and such aren?t technically sex!).  Sure to some extent 
I felt a little trepidation at this change in lifestyle but at the same time 
I knew it would be replaced by my husband?s love for me, a love like that of 
no other man.  Indeed, I?ve always maintained that every man I have sex with 
I have ?fucked?.  This even applies to my father.  It?s only when I have sex 
with my husband that I consider myself ?making love?.

Fortunately as things worked out my husband was more than anxious to share me 
with other men than to keep me locked away so my worries about having to 
scale back my sex life turned out to be unfounded.  I guess you could say I 
now have the best of both worlds - a husband who adores me and takes every 
opportunity to please me while still having the freedom to enjoy the fun of 
casual sex with strangers.

While on the one hand it may seem that I have similar roles and 
responsibilities by submitting to my father and my husband, in reality it 
turns out that they are quite different.  The basic underlying theme is the 
same - submission to their authority and needs but it?s HOW I achieve those 
goals that has turned out to be a lot more different than what I had 
expected.  Given my grandfather had passed away years before I knew about my 
mother?s incestual relationship with him, I never was able to witness how she 
dealt with it and have only her recollections to go by.  Taking into account 
the incredible changes in our society and culture between her generation and 
mine, I doubt that even if I had it wouldn't have made much difference.

For example, with my father sex is pretty much about taking care of his needs 
and desires.  My father has always had what I would think of as an abnormally 
high sex drive to the point of compulsion.  Indeed, he use to masturbate when 
I was younger more than most teenagers I came to know.  It wasn?t until much 
later that I grew to understand his preferences for younger girls.  Indeed, 
it made me feel even more guilty at times knowing how badly he wanted me when 
I was as young as eleven or twelve and yet not be able to do with me the 
things he craved so badly.  It also goes to show you that even my mother 
submitted to him as his wife, he also honored her morals and commitments when 
it came to youth sex and pushing me into a sexual relationship.  Sure by 
virtue of the fact he was her husband he could have demanded that she stand 
aside and let him take me but he loved her too much to do such a thing.  Now 
THAT is the perfect example of a Christian marriage based on love and 
submission if there ever was one.

Fortunately, I eventually realized how much I wanted my father when I saw him 
making love to my mother for the first time.  Thus began a new phase I our 
relationship that has grown and matured to what we share today.  Like any 
relationship it has changed and altered over the years but the basis behind 
it has never wavered.  I am his daughter, he is my father, and I will do 
anything to please him and help him with the basic needs he requires as a man 
and a father.

It?s important to note the words, ?I am his daughter.?  I am NOT my father?s 
lover, girlfriend, friend with benefits or fuck buddy.  I don?t lust for him 
or crave sex with him just for the sake of my own needs and desires.  The 
ONLY reason I allow my father to fuck me is because HE wants to.  I have 
never ?seduced? him or in any way sought out sex with him other than to play 
out my role as his loving and willing daughter.  Even when I role play for 
him like as a schoolgirl or maid, it?s STILL me as his daughter and never 
like I was some other woman he was cheating on my mother with.

As I mentioned, as I got older our relationship matured and changed 
accordingly.  I was no longer sweet sixteen and instead became a twenty-
something.  Actually even at sixteen I was beyond his normal interests but 
not surprisingly, being his daughter trumped the usual cutoff age for him.  
Still, I could sense a difference as our sex life became more ?adult? - if 
that helps describe anything but it?s hard to put it into words.  Yes, I knew 
he loved fucking me as his daughter, but it was hard not to notice that I 
wasn?t fulfilling that part of him that desired younger girls.

I guess you could say that more or less describes my relationship with my dad 
today.  There is much less spontaneous sex and more reliance on traditions to 
maintain.  For example, when I was in high school he would come to my room 
every morning for a BJ or a quick fuck, sometimes just jerking off if I was 
sound asleep.  While I don?t live at home anymore, I have a pretty good idea 
that I wouldn?t be waking up with cum all over me or to the feel of a hard 
dick pushing against my lips.  Instead, these days we meet regularly every 
Sunday just before church for a quickie.

Now with my husband Steve it?s a whole different ballgame.  While Steve makes 
love to me at times, there are plenty of others when he just ?fucks? me like 
he would any other woman.  Steve loves to watch other men fuck me whereas my 
dad is happy to have me all to himself.  Yes there have been times when he?s 
watched but in almost every case the guy doing me has no idea that he fucks 
me later whereas with Steve the other guy knows - he IS my husband after all!

While I can't say I ever seek out my dad just to satisfy my own arousal 
needs, Steve is the first place I look when I need to get laid.  Nobody 
satisfies me the way he can - not even my dad.  With my dad, sex is a 
responsibility to the point of even being a burden at times (not often but 
there are those times).   While I have those same responsibilities to please 
my husband, I never feel that way when we?re doing it.  

Another area where my roles and responsibilities vary between my dad and 
husband is one more relevant to what happened this day - public sex.  Of 
course both men like it - they ARE men after all and what man doesn?t want to 
take a woman in a public place?  The real difference is HOW they want to do 
it.

My dad has always been all about me and him in public areas doing something 
without other people catching is or even having a clue as to what we?re 
doing.  Dressing rooms, behind clothes racks, parking lots, restaurant 
booths, you name it.  The more we can observe other people as he fucks me, 
the better for him.

Steve, on the other hand, is all about watching me in public.  Whether it be 
on stage for a wet T-shirt contest, sucking and fucking other men (and women) 
at a party, teasing guys at a bar, or just wearing a skimpy bikini at the 
beach, he?s never happier than when he sees other people (men AND women) 
watching me and lusting for me.  Oh sure he enjoys his road head as much as 
the next guy but he never gets off from it as much as when a trucker is 
alongside watching.

Steve shared with me the week after Mother?s Day that he was feeling guilty 
about not paying enough attention to his mother since moving out to live with 
me after our wedding.  Considering that the two of them had lived under the 
same roof for twenty eight years, dealing with her divorce, his brief 
marriage and subsequent dissolution, the cross-country moves, and all the 
other challenges faced during those years, it did have to be a bit traumatic 
for her to suddenly become an empty-nester.  So I offered a suggestion that 
he took up immediately - to spend a day with his mother.  Just the two of 
them without me being the wet blanket.  It?s not like anything serious was 
going to happen - I was quite confident of THAT!  Still, a son and his mother 
SHOULD spend some quality time together every now and then.

The next weekend was one of Steve?s ?split weekends? where he was off duty 
all day Saturday and then had to work the full day on Sunday.  Like the other 
weird shifts he often works, the goal was to maximize time off while still 
providing full paramedic care to the community on a 27/4 basis.  I hated it 
most of the time but in this case it worked in our favor as normally he 
wouldn?t be getting anything off this weekend.

Rather than spend the day alone, I called up my dad and my Aunt Linda 
answered the phone.  I explained the situation and asked if my dad was going 
to be home this coming Saturday.  She paused as she checked out their 
calendar on her phone and then came back with the all-clear although I 
learned later she DID have plans for the two of them but deferred to me 
instead which I thought had been quite sweet of her.  Little wonder she was 
my favorite aunt, even if she hadn?t been the one who ate my pussy the best.

The rest of the week went by like a blur.  Gosh, I couldn?t hardly even 
remember the last time I?d spent an entire day with my dad.  I wondered if he 
would want me to stay the night as well.  Like I hadn?t slept the night with 
my dad since I?d been married.  Well, not like I would be getting much sleep 
if I did but you get the idea.


To be continued....




  
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