Subject:     My Daughter Lisa - Update
Story Codes: Mf Mg oral inc father daughter
Author:      David Atreides <norba_champ@yahoo.ca>
             Lisa Atreides <daddieslisa@yahoo.ca>
Posted By:   Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

David has been happily married to Heather and enjoys a great sex life.  They 
had one daughter, Lisa, but Heather had no idea that her husband started 
fondling their daughter and licking her pussy back when she was barely ten.  
Imagine if she knew he has been fucking her since she was twelve!

David was always scared to tell his wife about true relationship with Lisa.  
Because David and Lisa had to be so careful not to be caught, they didn't get 
to have sex often but when they did they both loved it. David especially 
loved to cum inside of Lisa - even though she was unprotected.

David, Lisa and I have chatted on-line for a long time and I even posted a 
collection of the stories they have me about their relationship.  Then 
several years went by without much communication until I received this 
e-mail...

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From:    norba_champ@yahoo.ca 
To:      pghpa_girl@yahoo.com 
Sent:    Tuesday, March 24, 2015 8:50 AM 
Subject: Since we spoke last before Xmas

Kelly,

It's been a whirlwind around my house as of late!  Little John is a wonderful 
addition to our family!!  What a perfect baby!  He fusses like all babies do, but is 
a solid eater and sleeper.  He is very healthy.  Lisa and Adam are doing very well 
also.  Parenthood suits them both, Lisa especially.

I hold my grandson in my arms and I marvel at what Lisa and I have done 
together in creating this perfect child.  Still overwhelms me that we did something 
as I refer to as "pure and natural" and now I hold the result.  Lisa and I have 
talked privately and there are no doubts or issues in what we have done 
together.

I've written down what happened the night we conceived and an evening during 
her 8th month when we had some time alone.

Hope you are well,
D

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It’s been years since I actually wrote anything regarding myself and Lisa, and 
with recent wonderful happenings in our family, I felt it was time to write a bit 
more. A lot has happened!  And that last sentence is the understatement of my 
life.

I’ve been constantly busy with work which is always good.  Providing for my 
family is always going to be my first priority.  Heather my wife received a 
promotion and has been doing special interest projects within her company which 
has been very fulfilling for her.  She really loves her work!

And Lisa has also been very busy as well.  She passed grade 11 and 12 with 
great marks; excelling in math and science.  She is currently in college taking a 
business accounting course which will hopefully get her towards her becoming a 
chartered accountant.  She is following in her mother’s footsteps and has been 
interning where Heather works.  I am so proud of both of my ladies.

One thing I also noticed and honestly have had no problem with was how Lisa 
and I have not had as much time together intimately as we used to.  When she 
was fifteen and sixteen, we were making love at least five times a year but once 
grade 11 happened, she was always busy at school, busy with other friends and 
yes, busy with boys.  I always told her I would show no jealousy towards other 
boys; I was happy that she was starting to see other people and enjoy herself.  I 
told her my love for her would never change and as we always had discussed 
from when we started, we would respect each others space.  I reminded her that 
I was still her father and would always be there for her.

We made love repeatedly over a weekend when she was seventeen and her 
mother was away on a conference and that was a wonderful passionate time for 
us both.  But it was also the last time for almost four years.  In grade 12 she got a 
boyfriend named Adam and he’s a good guy.  Heather likes him.  Hell, I like him!  
He’s a good kid a year older than Lisa.  They met through other friends.  He was 
at that point a welder in training and was working on getting his boiler makers 
ticket.  He’s good with fabrication of metal.  Today he has his ticket and is always 
working and is always on the road in the camps or where ever his company 
sends him.  He makes good money too.  But most importantly, he looks after Lisa 
and loves her deeply.  They’re a cute couple.

Now at 21, almost 22 Lisa is a beautiful, vibrant young woman.  Her brown hair is 
longer again like when she was twelve and thirteen.  She always a smile and is 
always working on something school related or with her mother at work.

Lisa and Adam moved into a cool little apartment downtown and are currently 
living common law.  There’s no talk of an official marriage or such which is their 
decision.  As I said, they are happy.

Mid-March 2014, Lisa called me and was looking for a box of papers and other 
stuff.  I said I would bring it over to their apartment.  I arrived after work in the 
early evening.  We talked and had a light supper and a bottle of wine as my 
timing was perfect that she was cooking.  Adam was out for the rest of the week.  
We made small talk about her work and her life.  It was so good to see her and 
how well she was doing.  As the evening wore on, I said that I should head for 
home and get ready for tomorrow.  She looked at me and said “you don’t have to 
leave yet…” the look on her face had changed.  She had a look of wanting.  
“Baby, what’s up?” I asked.  She stood up and came over to me and took my 
hand.  With a smile I instantly recognized she whispered, “I don’t want you to 
leave yet.”  She pulled me out of my chair and guided me to her bedroom.

My brain was suddenly spinning a million times a second.  It had been years 
since we last made love. We had a good thing and it ended perfectly for both of 
us, exactly as we had planned.  No coercion, no guilt, no bad language.  We 
supported our decision to stop with simple logic and my love for Lisa had to take 
into account her growing social calendar in and out of school.  It was the right 
thing to do.

All of that was forgotten as she closed her bedroom door and came to me.  The 
hug was soft, her breathing was even softer.  She was warm as we embraced 
each other.  Not a word was spoken for about a minute as we held each other.  
She was so warm.  So soft.  So perfect.

I held her by the shoulders and looked her right in her eyes.  “You ok?  What’s up 
with this?  Are you and Adam doing ok?”  I wasn’t resisting her, but I had to make 
sure she wasn’t coming to me because of issues they might be having.  She 
smiled at me. “Daddy, we’re fine.”  She paused and looked at me.  “Really!” She 
spoke with insistence in her voice.  “We’re doing fine.  There is nothing wrong 
with us.  Honest.”  She stopped and relaxed.  “It’s been so long since we made 
love and I… I kind of miss it sometimes.”  Out came the coy little girl look.  
Irresistible.  I sighed.  She continued, “I mean, if it’s ok with you.  If you don’t 
want…” my lips found hers.

For the next while, time stopped.  We lay on their bed and kissed slowly, deeply 
and passionately.  Our hands roamed over each other slowly and gently.  
Clothing was slowly removed.  Like a present you unwrap, a wonderful surprise 
inside.  As skin came into view, we kissed that area.  Her breasts were a bit 
larger than I remember when she was seventeen, and I took my time with each 
one, treating them like priceless artifacts, kissing them both and gently sucking 
each nipple.  This brought low moans of approval.  I went from nipple to nipple as 
my hands found her pants button and belt.  She giggled as I fumbled with her 
pants and ended up helping me get them open.

There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who lifts her hips up so her pants 
can be removed.  My God, when did she become even more beautiful??  Just in 
her panties we kissed again and again and my hands roamed gently over her.  
This was beyond perfect.  Her aroma was intoxicating and brought up very 
powerful memories of times we spent together from when she was younger.

She spun herself over and got on her knees beside me and her hands opened 
my belt and pants.  As I undid the buttons on my shirt, her hands went into my 
underwear and found my very erect penis.  She pulled my pants and underwear 
down and removed them.  She tossed them off the bed then turned back to me.  
Her mouth engulfed my penis.  I gasped at the intensity of that feeling, my 
daughter’s mouth moving up and down on my penis.  Her hands got involved.  
Soon she was pumping me gently and sucking me at the same time.  She kissed 
and licked the underside of my penis as well, then went back to straight sucking.  
Her hands gently massaged my balls and roamed over my legs.  The feeling was 
beyond anything I had felt in a long time.  For about five minutes she brought me 
up, closer and closer to my release.  “Baby”, I whispered, “I’m going to cum if you 
keep doing that.”  She stopped and smiled one of total contentment as she lay 
beside me.  

It was my turn. “I think I’ll remove these now”, I whispered again as I tugged her 
panties down.  I took my time again and kissed her lower belly.  Lower and lower.  
A tiny tuft of pubic hair came into view, and then her vagina was before me.  I 
gasped lightly at her naked beauty.  I gently opened her legs and saw those 
perfect lips.  My fingers brushed over them, bringing a shocked gasp of pleasure 
from Lisa.  I brushed them again and again, and then gently touched her clitoris.  
She moaned and moaned as I played with her.  She was already soaking wet.  I 
massaged her inner thighs.  She brought her legs up and held them open for me.  
I hunched down and kissed her thighs gently while my fingers explored her 
naked sex.

I had to taste her again.  It had been too long.  My lips found her clit, and I gently 
took her button into my mouth.  She cried out with a deep joy as her hands found 
my head.  I rolled her clit around my lips gently as she gasped, moaned and cried 
out while her hands kept my head right where she wanted me.  My tongue gently 
licked her lips and that soft area under her clit.  I soon had my tongue inside her 
vagina.  Her moans got louder and louder.  Her legs were quivering.  I went back 
to her clitoris and ran my tongue around it in slow circles.  My hands reached up 
to her breasts and nipples.  I gently pinched her nipples and ran my fingers over 
them.

She arched her back suddenly.  “Oh God, Daddy!  I’m…I’m…cu…” she cried out 
as her orgasm caused her body to spasm.  She pulled my hair hard.  For almost 
a full minute her body shook intensely as I sucked her clit.  Her vagina was even 
wetter as she thrashed about on the bed, gasping and moaning.  Then she was 
still, except for her quick shallow breathing.

I kissed that beautiful vagina one more time and came up and lay beside her.  I 
took her into my arms and held her close.  Her breathing was slowing down 
again.  Her head was lying on my shoulder.  I just gave my daughter an orgasm.  
It was perfect.  I missed her.

After a few minutes, she gave me a very contented smile.  “I want you inside me, 
daddy.” She whispered.  I smiled and rolled on top of her.  Her legs opened for 
me as I positioned myself.  This always causes me to take pause.  My naked 
penis right at the entrance of my daughter’s vagina.  I stated once before that 
there is nothing more pure and natural; nothing more beautiful than a father 
being inside his daughter.  A pure form of intimacy and trust, a pure and natural 
love.

I gently penetrated her causing her to moan very loudly as she took me fully 
inside her.  I stopped and let her get used to me.  She was snug and very warm.  
I was completely inside her body.  Perfection achieved.

I began thrusting into her.  Long slow strokes, deep and with purpose.  We 
kissed deeply as we began this beautiful dance.  She brought her legs up and 
around my waist and locked her feet together.  Like I was trying to escape and 
she would not be allowing that.  Nor did I want to be anywhere else.

I read once that a father’s erect penis will fit perfectly inside his daughter’s 
vagina.  It’s obviously something genetic; like it’s meant to be this way.  I could 
feel the tip of my penis kissing Lisa’s cervix as I moved in and out of her.  We 
kissed and kissed, moving as one.  I looked down between her legs and saw how 
slick and glossy my penis was with her wetness all over me.  I still love looking at 
myself going inside her vagina.  It’s beautiful.

After a while, I pulled out and motioned for her to turn over.  She spun over and 
got on all fours.  I moved behind her and re entered her, causing another low 
moan of approval.  I gently held her hips and began thrusting again.  Her moans 
were getting louder and louder as I took her.  I felt something moving at her 
vagina.  She was touching herself as we made love.  Her fingers were also 
touching my penis as I pumped into her.  

I took a finger and got it wet with my saliva and gently pushed it into her ass.  
She gasped in surprise at the sudden invasion, then more and more moaning.  
She was close to another orgasm.  I was going to make my daughter cum again.  
I was thrilled!  And then it happened.  She arched her head back and gasped 
loudly, followed by short gasps.  Her vagina and ass were clenching and 
releasing around my penis and finger.  She cried out and threw her head into her 
pillow with more moaning and gasping as she surrendered to her orgasm.

She looked over her shoulder and gasped at me, “cum inside me deep, daddy!”  I 
picked up my pace and thrust harder and harder into her vagina.  I was getting 
close.  She was riding the end of her orgasm and mine was getting closer and 
closer.  I held her hips close to me as I fucked her.

Then I felt the release arriving.  I buried myself as deeply into her as I could and 
exploded.  Load after load after load erupted from me.  I was losing balance.  I 
took another breath.  Load after load...another load…then a smaller burst.  I was 
finished.  I had emptied myself into my daughter fully.

We stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity, me behind her and inside 
her fully.  I didn’t want to leave.  Our breathing was ragged and shallow.  I started 
to soften up so I very reluctantly pulled out of her.  She arched her hips and 
stayed in that position on all fours.  Her belly was closer to the bed.  I lay beside 
her but she stayed in that position.  I looked at her puzzled at what she was 
doing.  “It doesn’t make a mess if I stay like this.  I’ll need some Kleenex or 
something.”  I found the Kleenex box and helped clean her up as she lay on her 
back, legs still opened wide.  “I remember cleaning you up when you were 
younger.”  She giggled.  “I remember that too.”

She snuggled up next to me, skin on skin.  This was perfect.  We glowed for a 
long time, just lost in each other.  But reality set back in.  I had to get home.  Lisa 
wanted me to stay the night.  She had an idea.  She grabbed her phone and 
made a call.  She actually called her mother, my wife.  The story was we had 
supper and one bottle of wine became two so I wasn’t going to take a chance 
and drive home.  I would sleep on the couch then just go to work the next 
morning.  If my wife only knew…

She hung up the phone and grinned.  “Now I’m yours all night.”  She came closer 
to me and we kissed and touched again.  Time again stopped as we loved each 
other.  More kissing.  I again kissed and sucked her breasts and fingered her 
very wet vagina.  Her hands found my penis and brought me up to full hardness 
again.

I was ready.  Again I climbed on top of her and between her open legs.  Again I 
sank into her vagina, becoming one with her fully.  She moaned softly as I 
penetrated her.  We kissed as we moved as one person.  I thrust into her with 
purpose this time, moving between gentle and harder thrusting.  She loved that 
and her moans started getting louder and louder.  “I missed you, I missed this.”  
She repeated over and over between her breathing and moaning.

I brought myself up on my straight arms so I could see my baby underneath me 
as I fucked her.  I watched my penis slide effortlessly in and out of her vagina.  
My hands moved behind her knees, forcing her to open as wide as possible and 
allow me to be as deep as possible.  I watched her facial reactions and body 
twisting underneath me as we danced.  We were both getting close again.  This 
truly was paradise.

She looked me right in my eyes. “Cum with me,” she whispered.  I nodded and 
continued to thrust into her.  Her moans got louder and louder and my release 
was right there with her.  Almost there.

She screamed and arched her back as her orgasm consumed her.  Eyes and 
mouth wide open as she let herself go.  She grabbed my arms as I grunted at my 
release. My sperm jetted out of me and deeply into her vagina.  Jet after jet went 
to her.

There is nothing more pure and natural than a father who ejaculates fully inside 
his own daughter.  That was twice for us now.  She was carrying my sperm 
inside her now.  A spiritual perfection achieved.  We lay in a tangled heap on her 
bed, covered in sweat.  My sperm leaked down to her ass but we didn’t care.  We 
were completely in tune with each other and what had happened between us.

I looked at the clock on the table…12:15.  It was time for sleep now.  She 
cleaned up and came back to bed and snuggled next to me.  We both slept 
naked.  I feel asleep listening to her breathe softly.  She sounded very content.  
She sounded like she was safe.  That she was.

I awoke at 6:50.  I didn’t want to move.  My naked daughter was still beside me 
on her side.  She was a goddess with her back to me.  It was warm in her 
bedroom so the blankets had at some point been kicked off the bed.  Her 
beautiful ass was right there in front of me.  I thought back to when she was 
fifteen and we tried anal for the first time.  It was a very careful and gentle 
adventure for us.  I smiled to myself remembering filling her ass with my sperm.  
She actually enjoyed it because we went at her speed and let her explore these 
new sensations.  She trusted me.  She clearly still does!

My penis was very erect now thinking of times making love when she was 
younger.  How beautiful it was taking this young girl carefully, making love to her 
fully and allowing her to experience something that few girls get to in their 
lifetimes.  Having a man who would never hurt or forsake her do something so 
precious and intimate as showing her repeatedly that she is the most beautiful 
and desirable girl in the universe, and that she is his ultimate focus as he holds 
his penis inside her vagina and leaves his sperm within her.

I had an idea. I shifted down and gently lifted her leg up.  Her vagina was right 
there.  I pushed my hips forward so my penis could reach her entrance.  My 
fingers gently massaged her lips… she was still wet from last night.  Excellent.

My penis rubbed against her lips as I hunched even closer.  I gently penetrated 
her vagina, filling her.  She moaned slightly as I stretched her.  She arched her 
hips back towards me so I could get deeper inside her.  This was wonderful.  She 
slowly woke up as I thrust into her again.  I was trying not to wake her up too fast 
but that’s difficult!  My arms went around her and brought her closer to me.  She 
did not resist and seemed to lean into me even more.

Gentle thrusting, deep breathing.  My hands cupped her breasts gently as I thrust 
into her repeatedly.  I was getting close already.  She brought her leg up even 
more.  “Baby, are you going to cum?  I can slow down if you want.”  She sighed. 
“I’m not going to this time.”  She wiggled her hips.  “Cum inside me when you 
want to, daddy.”

I increased my speed of thrusting.  This would not take long.  I was going to cum 
inside my daughter again.  I cried out loudly and everything went blurry for a 
moment.  A large burst of sperm flew into her depths, flowed by another, and 
another, and another.  Then I stopped, still deep inside her vagina.  She smiled 
at me.  “That was amazing, I felt it go inside me.”

We lay there as one, in a perfect union between parent and child, with a love 
achieved.

However, time returned to normal and our lives also had to be attended to.  As 
she showered I made coffee and toast for us.  My thoughts were a million miles 
away; lying in bed with my daughter making gentle love again and again.  We 
made small talk over breakfast; talking about what the day had in store for us.  
But I know she was thinking the same thing I was; gentle love making again and 
again.  I dropped her off at school.  We were again father and daughter only.

Life returned to normal for us, with a wonderful memory tucked away with all the 
others of being with her; being inside her.

Her exams were coming up at the end of April, and she was busy studying!  
Adam was around and they hung out with Heather and me at times, but mostly 
they lived their lives and we lived ours.  Her last exam was about to be written 
and she called me and asked if I could pick her up once it was done.  No 
problems.

She came out of the school and hopped in to my car.  As we drove away I asked 
her about her exam, did she do well, what else she had to do.  She was quiet.  I 
figured she was tired from studying and the year in general.  We drove in silence 
for a while.

“I’m pregnant.”

It would take far too long and I would not be able to do it justice in adequately 
writing the next conversation, the emotional upheaval and subsequent plans for 
the next eight months.  Suffice to say there were a lot of tears and some real fear 
from Lisa in that I might deny things or just walk away.  This would never happen.  
After Lisa explained that she and Adam were trying for a baby and how her cycle 
was out of whack since she had stopped taking the pill recently, it was clear that 
our night together resulted in my impregnating my daughter.  Adam was thrilled 
and was blissfully unaware that the baby was not is.  I was happy for both of 
them, as were all of the parents.

There were some emotional moments as well by me.  I only ever wanted the risk 
to amplify the thrill, and vice versa.  I assumed that should an accident occur, it 
would be taken care of quiet and quickly.  This was a continuation to a discussion 
we had when she was fourteen after a very intimate weekend of love making at a 
hotel while she was ovulating.  We knew the risk, we loved the thrill repeatedly 
but thankfully she did not fall pregnant back then.  I never wanted to burden Lisa 
with a baby at that young age.

I was shocked when Lisa said she was keeping our baby.  She already had a 
plan in motion regarding this.  There was a cover story she had developed.  She 
had already been to her OBGYN regarding due date, and was healthy.  When did 
she have time to do all of this??

So, being the supportive and secret nervous parent, I took a step back and 
watched her and Adam organized their changing lives in order for the new arrival.  
It was actually wonderful to watch them work things out, set up things that would 
help them after the baby arrived.  One thing that made life so easy was the lack 
of morning sickness or nausea all expectant mothers go through.  She was a 
happy mom to be; not too tired and with a healthy appetite.  I did some quiet 
research and discovered in certain cases of incestuous relationships between 
parent and child, when a pregnancy occurs only very occasionally there is little to 
no side effects such as morning sickness and such.  It has been theorized that 
the woman’s body is so accepting of the sperm that holds so much of the same 
DNA that her body does not reject or try to reject it.  It’s like it was meant to be.  
The other thing I remember from years ago was reading that a father’s erect 
penis will fit perfectly inside his daughter’s vagina from when she is about twelve 
years of age onwards.  This near perfect fitting allows for an efficient coupling so 
that when he ejaculates within her, all his sperm is held at her cervical opening 
as it can not escape.  He has to stay inside his daughter for a time to allow the 
sperm to soak in.  All part of a grand design, perhaps?

The only private request I had for Lisa was she get the testing down for Downs’s 
syndrome and such as these problems can also happen to the child of such 
close family members.  That test came back negative as well.  I was relieved.  
The first ultra sound was completed and I had a happy daughter showing 
everyone the picture of the little blob on the picture. Privately she told me she 
was happy, healthy, and madly in love with me and our baby within her.  She had 
accepted what had happened and was clearly not struggling with the issues I 
was dealing with.  I was going to try and follow her example.  This would be 
tough, I thought to myself.

Then something happened which really hit home for me and made me see the 
gravity at what we had done.  At about her 16th week, she started to show.  A 
little bulge was just above her waist.  She looked radiant.  I was smitten at her 
beauty.  I had done this to her.  I had so many mixed emotions at this but she 
reminded me that it was ok and she was healthy.  She expressed her love to me 
again and asked me not to worry.  She mentioned how she missed me and that 
her and Adam were making love almost daily… her body had an almost 
insatiable sexual appetite.  I was happy for them both but I still kept my distance.  
I was being very cautious here.

Another prenatal exam at about six months again stated how perfect this 
pregnancy was going.  The second ultra sound showed a beautiful life growing 
inside her womb.  We couldn’t tell what sex it was, and the technician also wasn’t 
sure and suggested it might be a girl based on what we couldn’t see, but 
suggested to Lisa and Adam not to get their hopes up.  Ultrasounds don’t always 
give the right gender based on what it can or can not see.  I loved seeing how 
they both didn’t care what the gender would be.  They were both happy parents 
to be.

At just after eight months she was still radiant, just glowing from having a life 
inside her.  She was always smiling!  One Sunday afternoon she called home 
and asked me to help her move a dresser and some other things.  She was 
setting up the baby’s room.  My baby was nesting away like all expectant 
mothers do.

I arrived and was not prepared for the initial shock once I went into their 
apartment.  Lisa was wearing one of Adam’s shirts, and a pair of old shorts.  Her 
belly was round and for lack of a better word, perfect.  I was stunned at seeing 
her like this.  “Adam is gone until Tuesday.  I’ve missed you so much.”  She 
rubbed her belly and smiled.  “Your baby misses you also.”  She took me by the 
hand and led me to her bedroom.  “Baby, are you sure about this?” I asked 
carefully.  I didn’t want any problems to arise, any complications.  She closed the 
bedroom door and turned to me.  “I don’t know when we will ever have time to do 
this again.  I want you to see what we have done.”  

She got serious for a second.  “Do you remember undressing me when I was 
thirteen and you kissed every inch of me?”  Of course I remember that time, like I 
remembered every time we had been together.  That time we had about six 
hours alone, and in her bedroom I gently undressed this nervous young girl, and 
as skin came into view, I kissed it softly and gently.  By the time she was naked, 
she was quivering from excitement and almost desperate for me.  Making love to 
her that afternoon was astonishing from start to glorious finish as she gasped 
and moaned through orgasm after orgasm.  Cumming inside this young lady was 
beyond beautiful, taking my sperm deeply into her young womb.  Memories like 
that I will never forget…

“I want you to undress me like before, daddy.”  Her request was so perfect, so 
inviting.  How can I resist her?  I smiled, stood up and went to her.  My lips found 
her forehead.  Soft kisses on her face, her cheeks, her nose, her lips.  My fingers 
were gently touching her hard belly through her shirt.  More kisses to her lips.  
Our tongues danced a little together.  My fingers drifted up to the buttons.  Slowly 
they were undone, opening to show the top of her chest.  I leaned over and 
kissed her neck, under her chin.  More buttons undone.  The top of her breasts 
were in view.  Gorgeous.  I moved the shirt just over her shoulders so I could kiss 
there as well.  Her breathing was already reduced to panting now as my lips and 
tongue explored her.  I sat on the edge of the bed and brought her to me.  More 
kisses now to the top of her cleavage.  Her breasts had grown almost a full cup 
size.  She was so beautiful.  Two more buttons opened now.  Her breasts were 
fully in view right at my face.  I applied gentle kisses all over them, one breast 
then the other.  I spent a long time on each one, massaging with my fingers and 
kissing her nipples, now swollen and darker.

I felt moisture at her nipple and pulled back for a look.  Her nipples were leaking.  
She looked a little embarrassed.  “Yeah”, she whispered, “they’ve been leaking 
for about Two weeks now.  I have to drain them in the shower daily.”  I watched 
as the thin line of milk slowly dripped down from her nipple.  My daughter’s body 
was fully prepared to give birth.  I was struck again by the gravity at what we had 
done; what we had created together.  

My daughter was carrying my baby within her.

I gently touched her nipples and felt the warm milk.  Without thinking, I leaned 
forward and latched my lips on to her nipple.  She gasped in shock at the new 
sensation.  Thinking quickly, I gently pulled on her nipple with my mouth.  “Ow!”  
She gasped.  I let go and looked up at her to apologize.  “It’s ok.  Think like a 
baby.  Small mouth, small sucking.  I’ll do the rest.”  She smiled down at me.  I 
again brought my lips to her nipple, and gently took it into my mouth.  My lips 
gently surrounded the nipple.  I carefully pulled on the nipple, and felt a small 
taste of…. something.  I pulled again, my brain trying to register everything going 
on.  It was a thin warm fluid.  It tasted like thin coconut in skim milk, if that makes 
sense.

Clearly I was doing something right, because as I nursed on Lisa, she breathed a 
deep sigh of contentment.  Her breasts were full and were causing her 
discomfort.  I kept at her for a long time, and then moved to her other breast.  
Again a deep sigh of relief as I drank from her body.  This was the most intimate 
thing that we had done as a couple.  I drank from my daughter’s body.  My hands 
moved from massaging her breasts to the remaining buttons, and her shirt slid 
down her back.  I had her belly in front of me now, round, hard and perfect.  I 
nursed while my hands touched her belly, trying to feel our baby.

“That feels so good,” she whispered at me again.  “I need to lie down.”  I stopped 
my nursing and smiled up at her.  My hands tugged at her shorts which slid down 
her legs.  No panties.  I stood up and guided her to the bed.  Watching her lie 
there with that look of total joy on her face was amazing for me.  I quickly 
undressed and lie beside her.  I asked if I could continue exploring her body.  A 
big smile from her indicated her approval.

I kissed every inch of her belly.  My tongue traced along her stretch marks, and 
down along the long line from her navel down to her vagina.  That perfect vagina, 
now swollen and a lot darker and puffier around her lips.  She held her legs up 
and open for me so I could look closely at her.  My fingers touched her swollen 
lips, bringing a large gasp from her.  I gently opened her lips so I could see inside 
her.  So beautiful, so earthy, so feminine.  I remember holding her lips open 
when she was eleven.  Those little girl lips that held such a treasure.  That night 
she had had her very first orgasm with my tongue.  Memories…  

My lips found her clitoris.  Another gasp and deeper breathing now as I sucked 
on her engorged clit.  I kissed her vagina repeatedly and used my tongue all over 
her, gently exploring the inside of her canal.  My hands touched her thighs as I 
ministered to her.

Suddenly she gasped out loud and grabbed my head with both of her hands.  
“Oh god, daddy, I…I…” She couldn’t finish the frantic sentence as her body 
trembled and shook.  She cried out loudly as her orgasm consumed her.  
Watching a pregnant woman have an orgasm is truly a spectacle to witness.  For 
almost a minute she thrashed underneath me in a state of chaotic pleasure.  
Then silence as she came back.

I moved up beside her and took her in my arms.  There were tears in her eyes.  “I 
needed that so badly.” She wept onto my shoulder.  I let her cry as I held her, just 
listening to her.  “Adam is a good man and I love him, but he’s not into making 
love so much now that I’m so big.  He’s not into nursing me, either.  That’s been 
painful feeling them ache all the time lately.”  She touched her breasts as she 
talked about them.  I felt a wave of guilt over this, since I was the one that got 
Lisa into this state.  I tried to apologize but she would not hear a word.  She 
reached up and kissed me in order to shut me up.  Her tears flowed as she 
kissed me hungrily.  “Don’t you dare apologize, daddy!  What we did looks like a 
mistake but I wanted this.  Even if it was Adam’s baby, I wanted this.”  She 
stopped and looked at me closely.  The tears started again.  “I love you so much, 
daddy.”  She lay against me as I put my arms around my girl, letting her tears of 
joy now fall on my chest.

For the next hour, we talked in whispers about our baby.  I gently massaged her 
belly as we spoke of our angel, almost ready to arrive.  We spoke of Lisa and 
Adam as parents and what they were trying to anticipate being new parents.  We 
discussed the home water birth she wanted.  We talked about her midwife.  
While we talked and touched, her hand found my penis, which grew hard almost 
instantly at her touch.  Soon we stopped talking.  We kissed passionately again 
and again.  My daughter was a sight to behold, her pregnant body pressed 
against mine, her lips against mine.  Her skin was radiant.

With a sly smile she maneuvered herself on top of me, guiding my penis to her 
vagina.  “I don’t know when we’ll be able to do this again,” she whispered at me 
as she lowered herself onto me and I slid gently into her velvet depths.  We both 
shared a long sigh as we became one person again.  I smiled at her, “maybe 
when we decide to make another baby?”  She laughed at that.

She leaned forward and brought me even deeper inside her vagina, when 
suddenly she gasped and started quivering again.  Her orgasm happened so 
suddenly she didn’t have time to react.  Her body shook and gyrated like she was 
getting electric shocks and she cried out loudly again and again.  Her vaginal 
muscles were contracting wildly around my penis.  Then she relaxed, still on top 
of me.  Her hands were on my chest, supporting her body up as her breathing 
returned to normal.

A tired smile from her told me she was satisfied and very happy as she began 
again moving up and down on me, letting me slide in and out of her vagina.  So 
perfect is this dance between my daughter and myself, with her magnificent belly 
in front of her as proof of what a pure and natural love can accomplish.  The trust 
we have in each other cannot be described in words, it’s moved very far beyond 
that.  Almost spiritual in nature, her body accepting me inside her repeatedly, and 
soon the product of this spiritual union will arrive to enrich our lives.  Any doubts 
that I had almost eight months ago were gone, replaced now by faith in my 
daughter and what she had growing inside her… what we had done together.

My brain was swimming in these thoughts as my daughter and I moved together, 
breathing shared, bodies moving as one.  I felt that inevitable rise inside me, the 
wonderful conclusion approaching.  I always love the anticipation of knowing I’m 
about to ejaculate fully inside my daughter Lisa; do something described as 
wrong, yet perfect in so many other ways between lovers, regardless of 
relationship.

“I’m going to cum, baby”, I whispered as I felt my sperm rise up my length.  Lisa 
groaned in approval, eyes closed in bliss as she took me deeply inside her.  My 
orgasm arrived in full force, and a long shot my sperm exploded out of my penis, 
followed by another… and another.  Eight full shots left me and went into her 
vagina.  I groaned loudly as I emptied myself fully into her.  This was huge.  The 
last time I came that much inside Lisa was when she was twelve and I had taken 
her virginity in the park that warm summer night.

We relaxed, still coupled.  I looked up at this vision of beauty on top of me, 
smiling back at me.  She reached out and took my hand, and pressed it against 
her belly.  Our baby was wiggling and thrashing about!  “Angel does that a lot 
after I orgasm.  She really enjoys it a lot.”  I put both hands on her belly, and felt 
this new life moving.  Again feelings of overwhelming emotion at what we had 
done together.  What I had done with my daughter… to my daughter.

She climbed off of me and lay beside me again, her belly pushing against me.  
She felt so warm.  She sighed deeply, full of happiness.  For a while we lay there, 
naked and warm.  I didn’t want to get dressed, and neither did she.

Lisa passed the nine month mark.  Any day now.  She was tired but still happy.  
Despite Christmas happening, there was still one more thing to do.  Lisa and 
Adam moved back into our basement, into her room.  The family room was 
transformed into a warm, inviting and very beautiful room for her to deliver her 
baby.  Soft lighting was set up, warm colors hung from the walls, and a small 
stereo was brought in to play soft soothing music.  The bathroom was cleaned 
and set up for her use, with extra towels.  I donated my bathrobe for her to use 
and to keep warm.  Her midwife was awesome and was a tremendous help.

Her water finally broke.  The midwife arrived and found a very happy mom to be 
in the shower relaxing.  No drugs.  No excitement.  Calm and soft words were the 
order from the midwife to all of us.  It was time now to support Lisa and let her 
body do what it was designed to do.  This was the longest “hurry up and wait” 
feeling I’ve ever gone through.  Lisa remained calm, walked around, and spent 
time in the little tub full of warm water.  Every contraction made her stop and 
breathe deeply.  Occasionally the men would be sent upstairs so she could be 
looked at by the midwife.

After about seven hours of labor, she decided to stay in the tub.  She was on her 
knees leaning over the edge as contraction after contraction brought her closer.  
It’s funny, but as I watched her deep in concentration, she looked so happy and 
relaxed.  When a contraction would happen, she had the exact same facial 
expression as when she was having an orgasm.

A final contraction, some hard pushing and very deep breathing, she became a 
mother.  I became a father again. John David Dorian arrived to cheers and tears 
of joy.  Adam cut the umbilical cord.  Lisa and the baby stayed in the tub just 
relaxing now that the birth had happened.  The midwife then shooed us all 
upstairs.  The next little while was for Lisa and the midwife.  When we were 
allowed back downstairs, we found Lisa and little John in bed together.  Lisa had 
just enough strength to shower quickly and be examined fully by the midwife, 
who said this was a perfect pregnancy from start to finish.  Lisa had performed 
beautifully.  Little John was a perfectly healthy baby.

I just about burst into tears when John squeaked for the first time.  My son/grand 
son was here in the arms of his mother.  I was overwhelmed with emotion but 
kept it in check.  Lisa could see I was struggling and gave me a tired knowing 
smile.  It was all ok.  We had done something that surpassed anything else. We 
had created a perfect life together, father and daughter.  

From the first awkward touch when Lisa was ten to all the times we had made 
love, this was the perfect completion to a wonderful journey we had taken 
together.  We will not call this an accident, but a wonderful, beautiful form of love 
completed.  Again I will state there is nothing more pure and natural than a father 
who lovingly ejaculates fully inside his daughter, and a daughter who lovingly 
accepts his sperm into her body.  Little John is the result of such an intimate 
encounter. 

THE END

  
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