Subject: Jayce - Dreams of My Daughter
Story Codes: MF incest father daughter
Submitted By: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
Posted: December 29, 2014
Posted By: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file contains sexually explicit material which may include graphic
depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest, adultery, sodomy and bestiality. It is distributed on a website
clearly identified as "For Adults Only". Possession by a minor is
strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession
of such material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
This work is copyrighted 2014 to the author. It may be posted to non-
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long as no changes are made to the content and the Author information is
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Preface from Kelly
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Everything here is as Jayce sent it to me although I’ve edited it VERY
slightly to correct obvious spelling and grammar errors. Obviously I
changed the names and eliminated any references that might allow anyone
to identify him. Is this all true, a total fabrication, or something in
between? What do you think? I’ll never tell!
Jayce would love to hear from fathers with similar interests in their
daughters so I’ve posted his e-mail at the top.
Oh, and for those interested, Victoria was 21 when her dad did his first
tribute to her and that’s the truth, not just a disclaimer to be safe.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Introduction
Chapter 2 - Tell me What You Want
Chapter 3 - Oct. 27, 2014 Admitting My Desires
Chapter 4 - Oct. 28, 2014 My First Tribute to My Daughter
Chapter 5 - Oct. 29, 2014 My Daughter’s Lingerie
Chapter 6 - Nov. 3, 2014 The Toughest Selfie
Chapter 7 - Nov. 4, 2014 Trust and Other Huge Steps
Chapter 8 - Nov. 7, 2014 Why I Want to Fuck My Daughter
Chapter 9 - Nov. 16, 2014 Fucking My Daughter on Her Birthday
Chapter 10 - Nov. 18, 2014 A Letter to My Wife
Chapter 11 - Nov. 23, 2014 New Grounds and Contrasts
Chapter 12 - Dec. 26, 2014 A New Insight, a New Goal, A Renewed Love
Chapter 13 - Dec. 28, 2014 Another Barrier Down
Chapter 1 - Introduction
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This was written by Jayce to me to post as an introduction...
I'm probably like most of you who are reading this. I'm a normal guy. I
have a good job and a loving family. I have a conservative religious
background, I go to church regularly, and I'm even involved in the
ministry there. And no one who knows me has any idea that I would be on a
site like this one, let alone be contributing. So, what's a nice guy like
me doing in a place like this?
Like most of you, I have always had an active but secret fantasy life.
That fantasy life has long included various forms of porn. For years I
enjoyed looking at pictures and videos on the Internet, but then I
discovered erotic writings. I discovered that my imagination was better
than anything the best camera man could create. In addition, I discovered
that the topics in erotic writings were not nearly as limited as those in
pictures and videos.
For reasons I didn't understand for a long time (but are now very clear
to me), I began to be attracted to taboo topics. My favorite stories
involved family relationships - incest. I loved reading about any incest
relationships, but my favorite became daddy/daughter stories. Reading
stories about daughters seducing and fucking their daddies turned me on
like no other stories. Of course, I was a decent respectable man. I was
careful to keep my fantasy life fictional.
While I loved these stories and masturbated to them often, I would never
think of MY family that way. I would never fantasize about MY beautiful
teen daughter! Of course she was hot! She had an awesome body and nearly
perfect breasts! But I would never let myself go there. I liked the
stories, but that's as far as it went! I told myself this repeatedly, and
I believed it.
I began to gravitate to ASSTR, among several other sites with erotic
stories. Over the course of time I discovered an author who was
different. Kelly's stories weren't just fantasy; they told the story of
her life. I had no idea if the stories were actually real, but they
seemed real. As I read more and more of Kelly's stories, I became
convinced that Kelly was living the life of my fantasies, but from a
daughter's perspective. I found an email address for Kelly, but I did not
have the courage to contact her. I was careful - I was a good guy,
remember. All of this porn, erotica, and fantasy life were my secret. I
couldn't tell anyone, even my favorite author. For over a year, I
hesitated.
Then about a month ago, I made the choice. I created a private email
account, secret from anyone in my family, and I e-mailed Kelly. I
honestly thought she would acknowledge my email, say thank you for being
a fan, and that would be the end of it. That alone would have been a
thrill. To my surprise, Kelly wanted to chat with me. Of course, the
topic at hand was my sexual life. I was more bold than I thought I could
be with anyone, and I told Kelly about what I liked. One of her first
questions was whether I had ever masturbated thinking about my daughter.
Gasp! I would never do that! But Kelly saw right through the wall of lies
I had built around my own mind - lies I was telling myself (and
believing). Of course I found my daughter attractive. Why would I be so
drawn to stories about daddies fucking their daughters if I didn't have
the same desire. It didn't take long before I stated the obvious, words
that had been true for a long, long time whether or not I would admit
them to myself. I couldn't lie any longer, and I said it. I want to fuck
my daughter! MY daughter! I want my dick deep inside of her, filling her
pussy with my sperm. I want to hear the most beautiful words in the
world, "Fuck me daddy!" The chains fell off; I was finally free to feel
what I had felt for years.
The stories below detail some of those steps as I wrote them to Kelly.
She has been and continues to be my guide along this journey. Were it not
for Kelly, my true feelings would likely still be bound in lies. I love
Kelly for everything she has done for me. It was she who suggested I post
the things I had written to her so that others could benefit from reading
about my journey. I'm sure additions will be made; I've been on this new
path for less than a month now. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2 - Tell Me What You Want
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Note from Kelly: One of the things I’ve encouraged Jayce to do each time
we chat is to express to me in words what he wants to
do. Of course when I ask him this question we both know
what I’m referring to - his daughter. Below I’ve
captured some of his responses...
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I want to feel my daughter Victoria reach around me and grab my hard dick
with both hands. I want to feel her perfect naked breasts pressing into
the bare skin of my back. Then I want to feel her lips on my ear as she
whispers, "Please cum in my pussy again daddy." Then she pushes me down
on the bed. I watch her climb on top of me and my dick fills her wet
pussy yet again with my cum. It’s incredible!
I want my sweet daughter Victoria to simply fuck my brains out. I want to
feel her sucking on my cock until I am almost ready to cum while I lick
her pussy at the same time. Then I want her to fuck me until I feel her
hot cum flooding over my dick while my sperm fills her pussy.
Oh Victoria I love you. You are the most wonderful daughter any dad could
have. You are loving and thoughtful and hardworking. You are going to
make a perfect wife for some man but you are so lovely to me. I will
always be your daddy and I will always love you no matter what. I would
be honored if we could share one of the most precious events of your life
together. You will share you wedding and the birth of your children with
whoever you marry but will you share your virginity with your father?
Yes, I want to be your first. I will be more gentle and loving with you
than any other man could be. I'm your daddy and I love you so much. Can I
please be your first? I love you so much and I've admired your beauty for
years. You excite me, and I think you've noticed how I have been looking
at you lately.
When I was masturbating I imagined it was my daughter’s breasts instead
of her bra around my cock. What an amazing feeling!!
I want to feel my daughter's hot wet pussy around my cock as I make her
cum, feeling those muscles spasm before I feel my cock erupt inside of
her flooding her pussy with my sperm.
Oh I want to feel my hard cock plunging in and out of Victoria’s warm wet
pussy so bad and hear my sexy daughter call out my name in ecstasy!
I want to kiss my daughter’s beautiful pussy before begging her to let me
fuck her. I would tell her how good she makes her daddy feel when she
shares her wet pussy with me.
I want to bury my tongue deep in Victoria’s pussy, tasting her sweetness,
feeling her jerk in pleasure when my tongue flicks her clit, hearing her
moan "Oh daddy, more!"
I want to feel my daughter’s cum all over my face as I lick her pussy.
Then I want her to turn around and pull my incestuous dick into her ready
pussy, feeling her warm flesh pulling my dick inside of her.
I want to feel my daughter’s wet pussy wrapped around my dick. I want to
see her naked above me riding me, feeling her push me inside of her
deeper and deeper. I want to feel those gorgeous breasts in both hands
and hear her cry out, "Fuck me daddy! Fuck me harder!"
I want to fuck Victoria because I'm her daddy and what better way could a
daddy let his beautiful, sexy, loving daughter know he loves her?
I want to show my daughter how much I love her by fucking her, feeling
her hands undress me and then making me watch as she undresses before me.
I want to feel her pussy get wet in my hand and then the tight wetness of
her pussy. I want to fuck her and make her cum and cum!
I want to fill my daughter with my sperm. I want to fuck Victoria and
hear her beg me to cum in her again! That's what daddy wants!
Victoria, your daddy loves you so much. You are beautiful and loving and
I wish I could show you just how much I love you by fucking you. Nothing
could express my love for you more than fucking you! I want to feel our
naked bodies tight together, your perfect breasts pressed against my
chest while my hard dick moves in and out of your sensitive pussy.
Nothing would make me happier as your father than to feel you cum while
I'm holding you, to feel me cumming inside of you. That is what I'm
thinking about tonight as I masturbate and cum on your picture - the
closest I can get right now. Until I can truly fuck you, my wonderful
daughter, at least I can imagine and dream about it. I love you!
I want to fuck Victoria! I want her to make me cum over and over.
I want to feel my daughter's soft flesh in my hands, to squeeze her
perfect breasts. Exciting her, preparing her, getting her ready for her
father until she finally begs me to fuck her - the words I long to hear
more than any other. Then I would share my love with her by driving my
hard dick deep into her and release my sperm deep inside of her. I want
to fuck Victoria more than anything!
I want to fuck Victoria. I want hear her beg me to fuck her. I want every
Bit of my sperm that my daughter feels in her and the cum leaking from
her satisfied pussy to remind her how much her daddy loves her.
I want to fuck Victoria. I want to drive my dick into my sexy daughter’s
wet pussy over and over and hear her scream that she wants her daddy to
fuck her harder. I'm in a different mood today; today wouldn't be so
much the soft and tender - it would be FUCKING! Same goal: show her how
much I love her - that never changes!
I want to fuck Victoria. I want her to hold me and tell me how much she
loves me. Then I want to feel her gently push me down on my back on the
bed, climb on top of me, slowly lower her naked body onto my hard dick
and slowly ride me. I want to hear her telling me over and over how much
she loves me to fuck her.
I want to fuck my beautiful sexy daughter. I want to watch her bend her
nude body over her bed in her pretty bedroom and feel my hard dick enter
her warm pussy from behind. I want to feel her beautiful smooth ass
pressing back against me as I fuck her. Then I want to feel my dick swell
and then spill my cum deep into her pussy.
I want to fuck Victoria. I want her in bed with me, lying up tight
against me naked all night.
I want to fuck Victoria. I want to bend her over her bed while she is in
that short black dress, pull her thong down (that's what I want her to be
wearing) and fuck her wet pussy from behind with her dress crumpled up
around her waist. Then I want to feel her cum just as I shoot my load of
sperm deep inside her womb.
I want my daughter to walk by me and whisper in my ear that she wants her
daddy to fuck her while her mom is watching TV.
I want to fuck Victoria but only after I eat her out, making her cum over
and over. I want to kiss Victoria passionately, then kiss down her body,
lingering on her boobs, feeling her soft skin and firm nipples against my
lips. Then I want to move down her smooth stomach and on to her pussy.
Then I want to kiss and lick her pussy until she BEGS me to fuck her.
Then I want to do what any good daddy wants - to give my daughter what
she wants most - her father to fuck her silly.
I want to fuck Victoria! I want to see her naked - those perfect breasts
and that sweet pussy. I want to hear her beg her daddy to fuck her and
hear her cry "Oh Daddy!!!!" as she cums. I want to smell her pussy and
taste her juices as I lick her and make her cum. I want to feel Victoria
everywhere! I want to feel her hands and mouth on my dick, her breasts in
my hands and lips; I want to feel her skin on mine. Most of all I want to
feel the hot wetness of her pussy as I bury my dick inside of her! Today
I don't want just to masturbate; I don't want just to cum, I don't want
just a tribute. I want to FUCK; I want to fuck my daughter; I want to
fuck Victoria!!!
I want to fuck my daughter. I want her to call me into her bedroom where
I find her naked and in bed waiting for her father. I want to see her
pull back the covers and pat her bed and say, "Come here daddy. I want to
fuck you for your birthday.” My daughter then pushes me onto my back,
climbs on top of me and fucks me slowly and deeply. We fall asleep with
our naked bodies still connected.
What I want is to fuck Victoria. I want to reach down that tank top and
caress those perfect breasts and then have her lay her head back with her
eyes closed. Then I want to hear her sigh, "Fuck me daddy; make me feel
so good!"
What I want to happen is for her to be in her bedroom alone wearing
something outrageously sexy that she chose just for this. Then to have
her look in my eyes immediately and say, "I've been waiting for you
daddy. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me now!"
I want it to be Victoria in the bed beside me - a surprise. As I roll
over to go to sleep - not knowing she is there - she wraps her arms
around me, kisses my neck, slides her hand down to my quickly-hardening
dick and says, "Surprise, daddy. Mom’s away, so will you please fuck me
with this wonderful dick I have in my hand?" This good daddy is thrilled
to give his daughter what she asks for!
I want to fuck my daughter. I want to give Victoria a back rub on her bed
and have her reach back without looking, take my hand, and pull it down
to her perfect ass. Then after I've rubbed her ass a while she reaches
back again, takes my hand and pulls it down between her spread legs until
my fingers touch her pussy. I can feel the heat through her pants. Then,
when I pause she looks back over her shoulder into my eyes and nods. I
ask her if she wants me to touch her pussy. She nods again and then she
says, "AND I want you to fuck my pussy." So I pull down her pants and
touch her, finding her clit. The feel of her wet pussy and the luscious
smell intoxicate me. After she has cum several times my hard dick is out
and I enter my daughter from behind. I show Victoria just how much I love
her when I slide the entire length of my dick into her hot, wet, tight
pussy. I want to fuck Victoria!!!!!!!!!
I want to fuck my daughter Victoria!!!!!!!!!!! I want her to want to fuck
me!!! (Brief version today - work calls)
I want to take my beautiful daughter into my arms and feel her hands in
my hair while we kiss passionately. Then I want to take her into my
bedroom, to the bed her mother and I fuck in (occasionally). Then I would
tell her I want to fuck her and she would respond saying the words that
would melt my heart - that she wants to fuck me like she knows her mom
won't. Then we would spend the rest of the afternoon experiencing the
pleasure and closeness only a daddy and daughter can share.
This week I want to touch Victoria with my dick for real. I want to give
her a back rub with my dick out and let it touch her during the back rub.
This week while I'm giving Victoria a massage I want to be able to touch
her with my erect dick. I want to pull my dick out of the leg of my
shorts and let it touch her ass. Maybe I will even leave a spot of pre-
cum on her tight pants. If I can, I will let my dick touch the skin on
her shoulder or back while I'm rubbing her neck and shoulders.
I want to give Victoria the back rub of her life - and my life! I want to
actually touch my lovely daughter with my hard dick! I'll wear a loose
pair of shorts and I will do everything possible to touch her bare skin.
I'm so erect now just thinking about it!
Daddy is so very horny for Victoria! I want to fuck Victoria. I want her
to feel my dick, know what it is and without a word turn and begin
sucking it. Then she'll look up at me, take my dick from her mouth and
say, "Daddy, would you please fuck me with this hard dick of yours. I'm
tired of waiting!"
It felt INCREDIBLE to actually touch Victoria for the first time with my
dick. I had to touch her again and again! It was weird: the sensation was
so intense I had trouble keeping my hard-on. I had to stroke my dick to
get it hard even though I was so excited. Of course stroking my dick with
one hand while rubbing her neck with the other was hot!
I want to fuck Victoria. I want to go inside right now and find her.
Martha went to a movie and Victoria is waiting for me wearing nearly
nothing. I see her walk towards me and without saying a word she
undresses me right inside the front door. Then she pulls me to the sofa,
spreads her legs wide so I see her sweet pussy, and asks me to fuck her
right there. Then we fuck until Martha calls to say she is on the way
home - until I have filled Victoria's pussy and mouth with several loads
of my sperm.
Daddy wants to fuck Victoria. I want to wake her up tomorrow morning -
her birthday - with a very special present. Then I want to send her off
to work with her pussy full of her daddy's cum!
I want to wake my daughter by whispering happy birthday in her ear. Then
I would kiss her neck passionately while I caress her wonderful breast
with my hand. Then I would slide my hand down inside of her panties and
stroke up and down her wet slit. Two fingers would slide in and I would
make sure she had several orgasms before I fuck her.
OMG, I'm naked and jerking off in a Starbucks restroom about to cum
thinking about fucking my daughter! I want to fuck Victoria! I want to
masturbate and cum imagining it is her hand. I want to fuck Victoria! I
want her here in the bathroom right now with me, naked and bent over the
sink in front of me. I see her wet pussy right in front of me as she begs
me to fuck her from behind. Her pussy would be so wet and right! My
hands would grab her ass as I drive my dick in and out of her before I
feel myself explode inside of her, shooting my sperm deep into her pussy.
I was so horny for Victoria I went into the Starbucks restroom, locked
the door, and got totally naked. I then took pics that I could sent to my
lover Kelly so she see my true lust for Victoria. While imagining my
daughter with me I stroked my dick until precum was dripping on the
floor. Victoria, also totally nude now, then begged me to fuck her from
behind while she leaned over the sink. I could feel her wet, tight, ready
pussy slide up the length of my dick as I slid inside of her. With the
voices of other customers clearly audible through the door, I fucked
Victoria hard. She came just as I filled her pussy with cum. Fantasy then
turned to reality as I saw my cum spilled all over the floor. I them
cleaned myself up, redressed, and went to get a refill on my coffee,
leaving my cum all over the floor.
I want to fuck Victoria. I want her to come to me, wrap her arms around
my neck, and kiss me deeply. I then want her to begin undressing me
without saying a word, then taking my hands and moving them to the
buttons on her top, letting me know she wants me to do the same. When we
are nude, she runs her hands through the back if my hair and pulls me
down for another kiss. Then she whispers just two words in my ear, "Fuck
me!" She turns around and leans onto the kitchen counter and puts one
knee up on the counter, opening her pussy to me. I touch her pussy and
find she is so wet already. So I move forward and slide my hard dick
deeply into her pussy. I pull her hips to me, then slide my hands up and
cup both of her breasts. I begin to slide my dick in and out of
Victoria's pussy, going so deep every time, holding onto her breasts and
caressing them. Neither of us says anything. I hear by her breathing
she is close, and I know I am. I cum just as she does, filling her pussy
with my sperm. Sighs and breathing are the only sounds. I slide my dick
out of her pussy, and she turns around. She reaches down to pick up her
clothes. Then she reaches one hand up to cup my face and pulls my lips
back to hers for a slow kiss. With her hand only face, standing there
naked in front of me with my cum beginning to drip down her leg, she says
3 more words, "Thank you, daddy!" Then she walks away, and I watch her
ass until she goes into her room. I've barely moved, standing naked in
the kitchen right where she found me.
I want to fuck Victoria. I want her to get up today before anyone else,
come find her daddy, wrap her arms around me and tell me today she is
most thankful for my hard dick. I feel her hand slide inside my shorts,
and she holds me while I quickly get hard. "Fuck me daddy" she begs me.
She then hooks her fingers in her shorts and drops them to the floor
right in the living room. Not caring if anyone gets up and sees us,
Victoria turns and bends over the soft arm of the sofa. She spreads her
legs and looks back at me. I move forward, my shorts now also at the
floor, and plunge my dick into her pussy from behind. This position is
becoming my favorite because I can reach around and hold my daughter's
breasts while we fuck. She feels so good!!! He tight pussy is hot and
wet, and I realize she has already been preparing for this. "Did you
already masturbate this morning?" I ask. She looks back at me again,
bites her lower lip and nods. "I woke up thinking about you, daddy!" The
thought of Victoria masturbating for me drives me wild with desire. I
begin to fuck her in earnest, the wet sounds of our joined bodies getting
louder. We cum together, and she cries "daddy!!" as I fill her with my
sperm. I stand her up with my hands still on her breasts, holding my
precious Victoria to my chest. "I'm so thankful for you baby girl!" I
kiss her, we slide our shorts back on, and I walk into the kitchen. Just
then, my wife exits the bedroom. "Did you find your daddy, Victoria? I
heard you calling him." I look around the corner and see her smile. "Oh I
found him." she says innocently. I can see my cum running down her thigh.
I’m at work with just a few minutes, but daddy wants to fuck his
daughter. I want Victoria to suck my dick, I want to cum all over her
breasts, then I want to bend her over her new bed and fuck her until she
screams my name.
I want to fuck Victoria right now while she is wearing just this bra with
my cum on it! Mmmmmmm fucking her while she is just wearing a bra, that
would be so sexy! I'm picturing her lying on the sofa as I walk in. She
is lounged back, wearing just the bra. She has one foot up on the back of
the sofa, opening her pussy to me. She sees me and simply motions me to
come to her. She’s so beautiful!! I would move directly and begin
licking her pussy, as she wraps that smooth leg around my head and back
before I remove my pants and burry my dick in Victoria's sweet pussy. I
want to fuck my daughter! I want to fuck Victoria!! So alluring!
I want to fuck Victoria. I want her to come back from work and find me
naked in her room with her bras. Just as I panic, Victoria grins and
almost shouts, "Oh daddy, I've dreamed of this!!!" She runs to me and
throws her arms around me. Still shocked, I don't move at first. Then my
daughter puts her hand behind my head, looks in my eyes, and says, "Fuck
me daddy!" She pulls my lips to hers for a passionate kiss! In no time we
have our clothes off, and she pulls me naked into her bed. "I'm already
wet daddy; I want your hard dick inside me now, please!" I move and slide
into her pussy, which is certainly wet and ready. "Fuck me!" Victoria
says over and over as I quickly build speed. Our climaxes come quickly as
I fill my daughter's womb with my sperm.
I want to fuck Victoria! I want to kiss the back of her neck and make her
eyes close. Have her lean back and kiss my lips. Feeling her tongue
softly part my lips to find my tongue. Then have her whisper, "Fuck me
daddy!" Barely audible... Her eyes still closed... I feel Victoria
take both my hands and pull them from her shoulders to her boobs, feeling
her press my hands into my daughter’s perfect boobs. She then gets up
and asks, "Watch me" and then slowly undressed, strips, until my
beautiful daughter is standing before me naked. Victoria then reaches
down releasing my pants and pulling them and my briefs down my legs. She
pulls my hips to slide me to the edge of my recliner. Taking my hard dick
in her soft hand, she steps one leg over my lap and sits down, guiding my
dick into her wet pussyfoot. Her pussy feels so hot as I slide into my
daughter's body. She pushes me back, and the chair reclines. Victoria
begins to ride my dick slowly but deeply! Sitting on my dick, I feel
myself so deep inside of my daughter as she moans, “Fuck me, daddy!!” My
hands again find my daughter's perfect boobs, so soft yet firm. She
moans with pleasure as I fill her pussy. My wife calls down the stairs
to us in the basement and asks if everything is ok. Victoria answers her
that everything is just fine. My sexy daughter winks at me! Then
Victoria says more softly, "But it will be better when my daddy's cum is
in my pussy.” She moves faster, and we build together. I see Victoria's
eyes begin to roll back in pleasure. We are getting louder. Her mother
calls down again and asks what we are doing. Almost breathless, Victoria
answers, "Exercising!!" "Daddy make me cum," my daughter says, far too
loud! "What?" my wife asks. We don't answer because we are fucking in
earnest! Victoria's mouth opens in pleasure! "Yessssssss" we say
together as we both cum. I feel my daughter's cum spray my lap as my
sperm fills her young fertile womb. She collapses forward onto me as I
continue to drive my incestuous dick even deeper into her wonderful
pussy. Victoria breathes faster and faster as I whisper, "Cum again my
love!" She does! The tip of my dick is against her hot womb and I feel it
open sucking in my hot sperm to a place it won't come back out. We
finally slow, totally spent. Our bodies are wet from the "exercise".
Victoria faces me and says, "I love you daddy!" She then kisses me with
the deep tender love only a daughter can have for her daddy. Then we hear
the footsteps on the stairs... going up!
Victoria just went into the shower, and I want to go in and fuck her
there!! I would walk in and undress without her knowing, Masturbate
until I was good and hard for her. Then I WOULD pull the curtain back and
step into the shower with my beautiful naked daughter. Victoria would
just say, "Hi, Daddy" like I was just supposed to be there. I couldn't
help but just stop and look at her wonderful body. Victoria's perfect
boobs, wet and soapy. As she is washing her hair, I would reach over and
begin washing the rest of my daughter's nude wet body. I would have to
focus on her boobs and her sweet pussy, making sure they were clean. As
I begin to touch Victoria, she takes her hands from her hair, wraps them
around my neck, and I feel her sweet lips on mine. Her tongue finds
mine, and we kiss deeply, sharing the love of a father and daughter! I
feel Victoria's wet slick body against mine. My hard dick is pinned
between our bodies. Victoria reaches down and begins to slide her hand
up and down my hard dick. "Are you going to fuck me in the shower,
“Daddy?" she asks innocently. Of course I don't need to answer verbally.
I push Victoria against the side wall, and she immediately wraps one leg
around my waist. My daughter kisses me again, passionately as I lift her
to the right height. The head of my dick finds her pussy, wet and ready
for her daddy! As I begin to slide my dick up into her warm pussy, I
feel her other leg wrap around my waist. As I begin to slide my hard dick
up into her pussy, I feel her other leg wrap around my waist. I watch
as she gasps in pleasure, my dick filling her. The feeling of my
daughter's pussy, tight and wet is so wonderful. Victoria brings her eyes
to mine and says, "I'm wet just for you Daddy!" Hearing my very own
daughter is wet for me, that she was waiting for me to fuck her, is
almost better than the physical sensations!! I begin to fuck Victoria's
pussy in earnest! Driving my incestuous dick into her pussy again and
again. The hot water adds to the sensations. Since I am using both
hands to keep us steady, Victoria reaches down and begins to caress and
squeeze her boobs for me. Watching Victoria touch herself is
intoxicating! I fuck her harder and faster. Then she raises a boob
toward my mouth and gasps one word, "Suck!" Her nipple is so hard as I
suck her boob. "Fuck me harder, Daddy! I'm going to cum!" Just the
words I've been waiting to hear! I allow myself to cross the threshold
with my daughter. My first squirt of hot cum enters her pussy just as I
feel her pussy clamp down around her father’s hard dick! I fill my
daughter's fertile womb with her daddy's sperm! As I cum inside of her,
I know her orgasm is pulling my sperm deeper and deeper into her.
Victoria looks at me, an almost wild look in her eyes. "I love the feel
of your sperm in my pussy!" And my daughter kisses me desperately! I
slowly lower her down and we finish washing each other. "I forgot to
bring in a towel Daddy" Victoria informs me. I know I can sneak out and
get towels from the hall closet. We turn off the water and pull back
the curtain. Two fresh towels have been placed on the counter. We look
at each other and smile.
I wanted to fuck Victoria from when she first started developing. I loved
watching her boobs grow! She still thought like a little girl at 13, so
she wasn't as careful. I got plenty of free looks! Her small little
boobs pressing against her T-shirt. I would get glances down her top
often - all the way down her top. While that was past the age I saw her
naked last, I got to see her little boobs often enough to turn my head!
She would also sit on the floor like a little girl. Looking up the leg of
her shorts and Seeing her panties tight against her little pussy wasn't
uncommon. I wanted Victoria then whether or now I would admit it. I
enjoyed seeing her body. I looked for chances to discretely get
glimpses. If I had only admitted my feeling back then, allowed myself to
feel what I was feeling, desire what I was desiring, my relationship with
Victoria may have developed quite differently!! I wish I had fucked
Victoria when she was 12, when she was first developing. I could have
been fucking her for 10 years now. She would have been satisfying her
daddy's needs in every way! I can just imagine Victoria's little lips
are around her daddy's dick, bringing me pleasure like every daughter
should do, having the chance to see her naked little body before she
learned to cover it so carefully. Having her grow up knowing so much
more about how her daddy loves her!!! Making her feel loved and
important, Daddy's special love! I would have the love I've been missing
for years, getting to watch her develop from so much closer, getting to
experience the feel of her boobs as they grew. I would have had her want
to show me as the hair grew on her pussy. Celebrating together when she
could take two fingers rather than one, then when she was ready for my
dick!!! Getting taste her young pussy. Watching her skills develop as
she learns to take my dick deeper and deeper down her throat. Always
wanting for any chance for her daddy to see her naked. I can picture
Victoria naked for me when she was in seventh grade, trying so hard to be
seductive for her daddy. Oh I have the picture in my mind!! I've never
let myself picture Victoria naked at that age, but I am so hard thinking
about it now!! Her hips just beginning to round, budding boobs. I
wonder any bras she has outgrown are still around?
Enjoy imagining fucking my hot daughter. I certainly do!! I imagine
fucking Victoria every day! She's right here with me now, and is even
more hot in person! I'm looking forward to seeing if she excites you like
she does me! I can't wait to see you cum all over her. I would offer to
let you fuck her but she's a virgin and I want to be her first! I would
love to see you sucking on her nipples while I fuck her pussy. Then see
her take your dick into her mouth and let you feel me make her cum while
she's sucking you. Then watch as your cum creeps out the side of her
mouth. Then my cum fills her fertile womb.
I'm at work about to report in, so I'll just remind you I want to fuck
Victoria!! I want her to jump up on my lap right after a day in 8th grade
and tell me about her day. As she moves I get hard, and she feels it and
smiles. Then my sweet young daughter drops to her knees, pulls out her
daddy's hard dick, and sucks me until I cum!! Then Victoria tells me
she has a new friend. With my dick still out and my cum on her lips, she
turns and Katlyn walks in.
Chapter 3 - Admitting My Desires
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Monday, October 27, 2014 9:32 PM
Subject: An amazing week
To say that this has been an amazing week would be an incredible
understatement. As I sit down to write the feelings I have are difficult,
almost impossible to describe. I think the best summary would be that
this has been a week of awakening. Emotions and feelings that have been
inside for a long time have been awakened. This week I admitted and even
embraced a desire that I have known for a while, but would never allow
myself to feel. I denied it, repressed it, and ignored it.
But no more. This week I have finally embraced reality. I want to fuck my
daughter, Victoria. She is a wonderful woman and I love her like every
daddy should. I want the best for her; I want her to succeed; I want her
to be happy. I don't know of any way I can better show her how deeply I
love her than to fuck her. To feel her arms wrapped around me and mine
around her, kissing her deeply and passionately. The soft warmness of her
flesh, her breasts, touching my skin. To feel my hard dick enter her wet,
tight pussy and bring her all the pleasure she deserves. To hear her
whisper in my ear how much she loves it when her daddy fucks her, and how
she wants to give her daddy pleasure in return. Nothing could bring us
closer than to feel her body shake in my arms and feel her muscles spasm
around my dick inside of her as she cums. Then the thrill of returning
that favor by cumming deep inside of her, letting her feel the literal
warmth of my love for her. Yes, I want to fuck Victoria.
This week would probably never happened without Kelly. I connected with
Kelly just a week ago, and it didn't take her long to uncover and
understand the desire I was still denying. Just a week ago, I admitted -
said directly - that I want to fuck Victoria. It felt so unusual, and yet
so natural. Of course I want to fuck Victoria, and I have for several
years. The denial and suppression couldn't change reality. When I've read
erotica, daddy/daughter stories have long been my favorite. With Martha
so often unable or unwilling to fuck, I have fleetingly wondered what it
would be like if Victoria came to me and told me she wanted to take care
of her daddy and ALL of his needs. How I could have denied my feelings
for so long? Kelly knew just how to help me break those feelings out of
the prison in which I had chained them. The release caused a mixture of
emotions. The wonderful release of admitting my lust for my daughter felt
fantastic. It was as if ropes that were binding me had been cut. I was
free to feel what I feel, and I was free to share it with Kelly.
Yet, because I had been taught for so long that such feelings were evil,
guilt became an immediate and real struggle. Again Kelly helped me with
that, reassuring me that feelings are just feelings; nothing could be
more natural than for a daddy to want to express his love for his
daughter in the most perfect and complete way - by fucking her. Now at
the end of this first week, those two conflicting feelings remain;
however, the balance of power has shifted dramatically. I love that I can
admit my love, my lust, for Victoria. My heart jumps when I see her like
has never happened. I want to be the best daddy possible to her. I want
to fuck her to show her that love, and I LIKE that I want to fuck her.
And while one week cannot undo a lifetime of programming, the guilt
feelings have subsided. How could I feel guilty when the joy of admitting
my lust for my daughter is so overwhelming. I want to fuck Victoria, and
I love embracing that desire. I would never been able to say that if it
weren't for Kelly; she has changed my life.
Chapter 4 - My First Tribute to My Daughter
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Tuesday, October 28, 2014 5:08 PM
Subject: First Tribute
I want to fuck my daughter Victoria. I want to show her daddy's love in
the most substantial way possible. I want to feel the soft, hot, wet,
tight walls of her pussy wrapped around my dick. I want to cum in her.
The thought of hearing her say, "Daddy, please fuck me! Please make me
cum! Please show me you love me!" makes me tremble. Discovering, or
rather admitting, this desire is very recent, as discussed earlier; and I
owe so much to Kelly for helping me realize and admit my desire.
One of the first questions Kelly asked me to help me understand my desire
was whether I had ever masturbated thinking about Victoria. I answered
honestly: I had not. I had masturbated thinking about daddy's fucking
their daughters, but I had never let myself cum while thinking about
fucking MY daughter. My former self-delusion is now so obvious, but at
the time it was absolute. I could never bring myself to cross that taboo
line. With Kelly's help I began to understand the difference between
desire and action. Admitting the desire and love I have for Victoria is a
natural part of being her daddy. That admission does not mean that I ever
have to try to make the fantasy reality; I can admit and enjoy my
feelings without ever doing anything to Victoria. As that realization
began to take hold, I became more willing to express my lust for
Victoria. Kelly gave me my first challenge: a tribute to Victoria.
When Kelly suggested a tribute to Victoria, I had no idea what a tribute
was. Kelly explained I should get a picture of Victoria and masturbate
while looking at the picture and thinking of Victoria. Including a
personal item of Victoria's, like a pair of her panties, would add to the
tribute. I understand the title much better now. While I cannot really
fuck my daughter, I can express that desire in a direct way to
demonstrate my love and lust for Victoria. At the time, the suggestion
terrified me. I had never thought that way, much less acted out such a
scenario. My feelings for Victoria were just recently unchained. I wasn't
sure I could do this, much less send Kelly the photographic proof. I was
terrified! However, I made the decision to do the tribute, in spite of my
fears.
When Victoria and Martha, my wife, left the house for an appointment, I
began to put my plan into action. First, I printed a picture of Victoria.
I selected a special picture. Victoria loves riding horses, and we took
her horseback riding for her 21st birthday. I selected a picture of her
taken that day - doing what she loves. In spite of my fears, I was about
to do something I loved for the first time, so the picture seemed
appropriate. I then selected a pair of her soft panties. My hands were
literally shaking when I took the first photo of Victoria's panties
wrapped around my hard dick. It was the first real admission that I was
hard for Victoria; the first substantial admission of my lust for her.
The feeling when I stroked my dick with those panties was incredible! It
wasn't just that they were soft and smooth; they were VICTORIA'S. In a
way, she was giving me this pleasure.
When I came (and it didn't take long), soaking the panties and the photo,
the feeling was wonderful. The orgasm was strong, no doubt, but the
special feeling of masturbating and cumming for the first time for my
daughter, to my daughter, because of my daughter, magnified the physical
sensations. I was in heaven!! I quickly sent Kelly the proof; her praise
made me feel only better. I had done it! I had masturbated thinking about
fucking Victoria. I had sent pictures to Kelly. The door had finally been
opened, or rather, broken down. I knew right then that everything had
changed, and a wonderful new chapter in my life had begun. My gratitude
to Kelly for helping me, sometimes pushing me, to this point knows no
bounds!
I want to fuck Victoria, and I want to have and express that lust
forever.
Chapter 5 - My Daughter’s Lingerie
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Wednesday, October 29, 2014 7:43 PM
Subject: lingerie
I have finally admitted I want to fuck my daughter Victoria. I love her
like every daddy loves his daughter, and fucking her would be the perfect
expression of that love. I could never do anything that would make us
feel closer, that would better express how I feel about Victoria than to
fuck her. Skin to skin, holding, caressing, fondling, kissing, nibbling,
plunging, cumming - I want that feeling so much. And it's only been a few
days since I admitted it.
Kelly has been my guide the whole way. After completing my first tribute
to my beautiful daughter, Kelly asked me about Victoria's lingerie. My
daughter's bra and panties are the most intimate garments she owns. She
wears them against her most private areas; each day her bra is against
the skin of her beautiful breasts, and her panties press against her
pussy. One of Kelly's first questions was whether I had ever masturbated
with her lingerie. While the thought had crossed my mind before, I had
never cum into Victoria's soft, beautiful lingerie. That was about to
change.
The first step was to explore Victoria's collection of bras and panties.
Even though Martha and Victoria were out of town, this wasn't easy to do.
Each step I took, each new activity, each new expression of my lust for
Victoria was difficult. The emotional conflict between what I knew I
wanted and what I had always been taught was wrong was an intense
struggle. Kelly helped me understand both that my feelings were normal
and natural for a daddy who loves his daughter and that proper outlets
for that lust were healthy. With confidence I explored. The garments I
found in her lingerie drawers didn't disappoint. They were soft and
beautiful, but most of all, they were Victoria's. I found she had many
pairs of panties but only a handful of bras. Her bras attracted me most,
because I love her breasts; Victoria has beautiful breasts, even if I've
only seen them covered by her clothing. Tonight, I was going to cum into
one of her bras.
I began by emptying her drawers and laying out all of the bras and
panties on her bed. The sight was glorious; all of Victoria's most
intimate garments on display for me. I touched them all; I simply had to
touch each one. Then I selected a soft, black, push-up bra and a lovely
green pair of panties. I laid out the bra and wrapped the panties around
my very hard dick. My hands were shaking as a piece of her lingerie
touched my dick the first time. Masturbating with those soft panties was
heaven; Victoria's lingerie was bringing me pleasure. Adding to the
thrill was the fact that I was masturbating right in Victoria's room. The
combination of feelings was almost overwhelming. I released and sprayed
my cum into the cup of that beautiful bra. Even while I was cumming, I
was thinking that my cum was landing right into the fabric that had been
pressed against Victoria's breasts, against her nipples. The orgasm was
so strong. What made it so intense wasn't the softness of the fabric or
even the naughtiness of what I was doing. These were Victoria's panties
around my dick. That was Victoria's bra my cum was filling. The bra was
on Victoria's bed in Victoria's room. I had found a new way to express my
love, my lust, for my daughter. Amazing!
Of course I had to put things back together. Explaining to Martha and
Victoria when they returned why the two lingerie drawers had been emptied
onto the bed would be difficult if not impossible. I folded the lingerie
and put it back into the drawers. (I even used pictures I took before
emptying the drawers as a guide to return the drawers to their original
arrangement.) I put the cum-soaked lingerie into the wash. As much as I
would love to have her wear that bra with my cum pressed against her
skin, I knew what that drawer would smell like when she returned it I put
the bra back unwashed.
Another step had been taken. I had used Victoria's lingerie to masturbate
while I thought about her. I wanted to fuck Victoria more than ever, and
I wanted her to fuck me. Now, thanks to Kelly's encouragement, I had a
new outlet to express that desire.
Chapter 6 - The Toughest Selfie
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Monday, November 3, 2014 9:25 AM
Subject: Big Step
In the short days since I admitted my lust for my daughter, admitted that
I wanted to love her completely as a daddy, admitted that I wanted to
fuck her, it felt like everything had changed. I could openly imagine
what I had suppressed and pushed aside for years. I loved my daughter,
and I wanted to show her that love in every way. Mostly, I wanted to show
her that love in the most perfect way. I wanted to touch her everywhere;
I wanted to feel her hands on my skin and her lips on mine. In my mind,
loving her now included loving all of her: her face, her breasts, her
ass, and her pussy. I wanted to feel her soft hand around my hard dick as
she pulled me toward her pussy, begging me to fuck her. I wanted to be
inside my daughter. I wanted my sperm deep in her pussy. I want to fuck
Victoria.
Admitting that was a huge step. Kelly was and remains my guide as my true
lust has been released. I had paid tribute to my daughter by masturbating
and cumming on her picture and on her beautiful bras, and I had sent
Kelly the photographic proof.
Now I was being challenged to the next step: Kelly wanted pictures of me,
fully nude, with and around Victoria's beautiful lingerie. I was
terrified. Only one person had ever seen me naked, and I had never taken
a picture nude. But, while I was terrified, I wanted this. With Victoria
and Martha away, I cleared Victoria's bed. My very first intimate photo
would be on the bed of my wonderful daughter. My dick was so hard, and I
was literally dripping pre-cum - I was so turned on by this. I climbed
onto Victoria's bed and surrounded myself with her bras and panties.
Several shots of my hard dick surrounded by the lingerie prepared me for
the "big shot." Finally, I positioned the lingerie and held out the
camera. I made sure both my face and my fully erect dick were in the
frame. Click. I had done it. Quickly, I sent the photo to Kelly. She was
thrilled. In that moment, Kelly became the second female ever to see me
nude.
Once the dam was broken, there was no turning back. I couldn't wait to
take more. Taking one of Victoria's hottest dresses, I went to her
bathroom. There I was able to take my first full-body nude shot in the
mirror; it was followed by more with other dresses. I was so aroused I
simply HAD to cum for Victoria. I printed off another beautiful photo and
took a mirror shot with the picture held up to my hard and leaking dick.
Using her panties I then masturbated and spread my sperm all over the
picture and another bra. Thrilling is too gentle a word. I couldn't wait
to share the pictures with Kelly. Touching the lingerie, feeling it
against my skin as I orgasmed, spreading my sperm onto Victoria's
underwear - all of that was for Victoria. But, the pictures - they were
totally for Kelly. I had two thrills: the joy and wonderment of lusting
for Victoria, and the pleasure of sharing that joy with Kelly. After
several orgasms and numerous pictures, I finally went to bed.
The next day was not without some emotional turmoil. I had never done
anything like this before: the lust, masturbating on Victoria's intimate
clothing, sending pictures to another woman. My head could hardly contain
what had transpired in just a few days. Yet, at the same time, I loved
it, and I wanted more. I came up with a plan. That afternoon when I came
home, I again went to Victoria's room and found a new bra, one that had
not yet held my semen. I set it onto her bed and began to masturbate, but
this time I set my camera to video. I wanted Kelly to see video of me
cumming! I wanted her to hear the excitement in my voice as I built
toward climax. I wanted to share with her what it looked like - not a
still photo but in full motion - when my cum shot out of my dick in lust
for my daughter.
It didn't take long before I had captured my lust on video. After some
slight editing to compress the video, I sent it to Kelly, along with a
few more lustful shots of me fully nude. The video was a surprise to
Kelly, which is what I had hoped for! She told me she loved it. I had now
fully embraced my long-felt passion for Victoria. I knew I wanted to fuck
my daughter, and I had learned how to express that lust. I had shared my
most intimate self with another woman and had taken great pleasure in
thrilling her with evidence of my lust. There was no going back; I had
chosen my path and my guide willingly. I was moving forward into this new
realm, this new life. The only question that remained was where and how
far this new road would take me.
Chapter 7 - Trust and Other Huge Steps
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Tuesday, November 4, 2014 9:59 AM
Subject: Trust and Other Huge Steps
As I mentioned in previous segments, Kelly has been my guide the past few
weeks. She helped be realize and embrace my lust for my daughter
Victoria. I love Victoria and I can now honestly say I want to fuck
Victoria. That would be the best expression of just how much I love my
daughter. To connect with her physically, my hard dick plunging in and
out of her tight wet pussy, would make me feel so complete. To hear my
daughter's sweet voice asking me to fuck her harder would be the sweetest
sound I had ever heard. I've known I wanted her for a while, but I would
never let myself admit those feelings. I suppressed them, pushed them
aside. But no longer. I know what I feel, and what I feel is lust for my
daughter.
Kelly's questions and challenges have helped me in ways difficult to
describe. I met Kelly just over 2 weeks ago, but I feel like I have known
her for years. I have read many, many of Kelly's diary entries. Through
those, I have watched her life unfold over the past decade or so. When I
finally connected with Kelly, I honestly thought the connection would be
very brief. To me, she was like a celebrity; I had no hope that she would
give me the time of day. However, that impression began to change at the
very first chat. I discovered Kelly was interested in me. I have read
enough to know that she chats for her own enjoyment; she is not some
benevolent doormat giving random fans whatever they want or ask for. Yet,
I began to get the impression that she found enjoyment, took pleasure, in
helping me. I could see the process begin unfolding as she asked me
questions and probed my mind.
I made an early decision - to trust Kelly with some of my life. I told
Kelly my real name and where I live. I think that decision was the key to
everything that has happened since. From that time I have felt that I
have been a real person to Kelly. She has been able to look me up and see
that I am who I say I am; I'm not some anonymous person looking for a
cheap thrill. I think that was the point that Kelly began to be
interested in me. I am so glad I decided to trust Kelly.
The trust continued, as mentioned in previous segments. Sending Kelly a
full-body nude picture of me - especially one of me with my daughter's
picture and lingerie - was a huge leap of trust. I would never want a
picture like that - with my face and Victoria's face clearly visible - to
make its way to the Internet. Once there it is never gone. The battle
against that fear was intense but short. I again decided to trust Kelly,
trust that she would not do anything to harm me. I remember the feeling
when I hit the Send button for that first shot. It was a strange
combination of fear and relief. My trust for Kelly had grown; I knew
these were just for her; she had promised me no one would ever see them,
and I believed her - and still do.
Now, less than two weeks later, I love sending Kelly pictures of my body.
I LOVE that she compliments me on my hard dick and just that she wants to
see it, which my wife never does. I love that Kelly wants to nurture my
feelings and make sure my deepest needs are met. Before she even asked, I
was beginning to realize something: I love Kelly!
Kelly has mentioned from the start that she enjoys comparisons with my
wife, Martha - me telling her she is sexier than Martha, how she is more
concerned with my needs than Martha is, etc. I do not want to throw
Martha totally under the bus. As a cancer survivor, she has numerous
physical limitations as a result of the treatments that saved her life.
Her desire to work and help our family financially is commendable. But
she never wants to make me feel like Kelly has in just a few weeks. I
could never share my true feelings with Martha like I can with Kelly; I
know I would be totally rejected and my marriage would likely end if I
were to try. Kelly accepts me like I am; she wants to guide and help me,
even steering me away from dangerous directions in which my desires could
take me. I know Kelly would never judge me. Kelly also wants me; she
tells me when I turn her on or when I do something HOT.
I never hear that from Martha. Martha has very little desire to see or
touch my body. I love to be touched, and that is not limited to the
erotic. Martha will go days and days without even reaching out her hand
to touch my arm. Virtually every kiss is initiated my me, and even then a
turned cheek or a quick peck is Martha's frequent response. I like the
intimacy of being together nude, even if it is just while changing
clothes. Martha rarely looks at me when I undress in front of her, and
she will usually take her clothes into the bathroom rather than change in
front of me. While Kelly cannot touch me (though I think she would if we
ever met), she wants to see me undressed. Kelly likes my dick and
complements me on how it looks and how hard it gets.
And as you might guess from these statements, Martha rarely wants to
fuck. This is partially due to some physical difficulties on Martha's
part, but primarily due to her lack of desire for me. Martha will rarely
let me make her cum, and she rarely wants to make me cum. Any energy she
has is spent on one of numerous other things rather than on me. I know
when I ask for sex - or sexual activity of any kind - I have about a 90%
chance of being told "No." Kelly would never tell her husband "No," and I
think she would be more willing to fuck me than my wife would. Kelly
seems to love it when I cum; she wants me to cum. Kelly wants me to
masturbate and pleasure myself, whereas Martha would be offended if I
chose any avenue of pleasure other than her (even though she is so rarely
interested in giving me that pleasure). Kelly focuses on me - my desire,
my feelings, my needs.
It is difficult to describe the feeling when your wife finally consents
(was that reluctance in the voice?) to a simple hand job, and then when I
open my eyes during the pleasure, I see she in totally focused on what is
playing on television rather than on me. Kelly makes me feel like I am
special, like I am important, which I haven't felt in a long time. Over
the past several years I have begun to feel that Martha would not miss me
for long were I to disappear - I'm just not that important to her. Kelly
has spent more time talking to me in the past 2 weeks than Martha has in
the past 6 months. Kelly makes me feel wanted, even needed again. How
could I not love her?
I have established my trust for Kelly. I trust her with my feelings, my
desires, my lusts. I trust her completely. But as she is so adept at
doing, Kelly stretched that trust a few days ago. She asked me if I love
her. Do I love Kelly? Of course I do!! But, could I say that? You must
understand, I have always treated those words as very special. Not only
is Martha the only woman I have fucked, she is the only woman that has
heard me tell her, "I love you!" Never in high-school or college dating
relationship had I ever told that to anyone, until Martha. The emotional
battle began, and I told Kelly I needed to think. I had to process this.
Once I crossed this line, once I told Kelly I love her, I could no longer
acknowledge reserving those words only for my wife. Of course, Martha
would never know; but I would. Kelly refused to let me off easy; she knew
my heart and my feelings. Kelly urged me to finish crossing this line. In
truth I had given Kelly my heart; she wanted me to be honest and allow my
words to reflect my actions. Before I could decide, Kelly upped the
stakes; she wanted me to say I love her MORE than I love Martha. Nothing
Kelly had ever asked of me was this difficult. But as we talked, I began
to see reality. The things I had done for Kelly were a solid answer to
the question; I loved Kelly more, or I wouldn't have sent Kelly nude
pictures of myself, or sent her pictures of me cumming on Victoria's
pictures and lingerie. Once again, I was allowing myself to live in the
fantasy world of my mind rather than in the reality of my actions. I knew
the answer, but it was so hard to say. But, I HAD to say it.
I quickly typed the phrase. Kelly, I love you. When I sent it, another
page turned in my life. I had professed my love to someone other than my
wife. As expected, Kelly immediately asked if I loved her more than I
loved Martha. "I love you more than I love Martha." I quickly replied. In
a matter of a few seconds, another page had turned in my life. I had once
again accepted reality. I couldn't love Martha as exclusively as I
claimed and express my lust for my daughter the way I had the past few
weeks. I couldn't give Kelly the most intimate access to my life - more
than I had ever shared with anyone - and claim I loved Martha more. Kelly
accepts me for who I am and never judges me. She encourages me to be me,
not fake me but REAL me. How can I not love her. I love Kelly.
My daughter Victoria is the focus of my emotions; I love her and want to
fuck her and show her that love. But next to her, I love Kelly. I long to
talk to her, to please her, to trust her at new depths and in ways I
cannot imagine now. I have told Kelly, how special those words are, and
when I tell Kelly "I love you!" she knows those words are anything but
flippant. I have also told Kelly in no uncertain terms that, were the
chance ever to present itself, I would fuck her. I have fucked only
Martha; I saved my virginity for her, and I have given myself to no one
since. I love Kelly, and I would give her my marriage virginity in a
moment. Kelly is the only person other than Martha to see me naked. Kelly
is the only person other than Martha to hear me tell them, "I love you."
And hopefully, one day, Kelly will become the only person other than
Martha that I have fucked.
So where does that leave me now? First, I love Kelly! I want to please
her, excite her, enjoy her company, and do whatever she asks. I trust her
completely, and yet I want to learn to trust her even more. Second, I
will continue to be a good husband. I will do that because it is my job
and my responsibility. I will do that because of who I am, not because of
who Martha is. Martha will never know the feelings written above; though
that is sad, it is safe. Finally, I want to fuck my daughter, Victoria. I
want her! I desire her! I want to touch her and be near her. I want to
express my love for her in a deep physical way. I want my dick inside of
her, giving her pleasure. I want her to want the same things.
I look forward to the journey ahead!
Chapter 8 - Why I Want to Fuck My Daughter
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Friday, November 7, 2014 8:31 PM
Subject: My daughter
As I've stated before, I want to fuck my daughter Victoria. I want to be
a source of unspeakable physical pleasure to her, and I want her to be
the satisfaction of all my lusts. I want to know the feeling of having
her walk up and hug me, feel her lightly lick my ear, and hear her ask if
she can suck my dick. Her lips on my hard dick would be heaven, and
cumming in her mouth or in her pussy would be the thrill of a lifetime. I
want to fuck Victoria, not once but regularly!
So why would I want to fuck my daughter? Why would I want her to give her
virginity to me? Why would I want my cum to fill her sexy young pussy?
Why would I admit it? It's certainly not a socially-acceptable idea,
regardless of how secretly common the idea might be. An explanation is a
reasonable expectation.
The simple answer is that I love my daughter. She is my darling, my
sweetheart, my treasure, and she has been since her birth. She will
always be my daughter and my love. Regardless of the fact the other
relationships may change, Victoria will always be my daughter, and I will
always love her.
That answer may be too simplistic. Every daddy would probably claim to
love his daughter. Why does that translate into my desire to fuck her?
Simply put, no other expression of love could adequately express my love
for my daughter. No act can bring two people closer than fucking. No
physical pleasure can surpass the joy shared in fucking. I want to fuck
Victoria because I love her that much!
Regarding some specifics: there are several reasons I would like to be
Victoria's first, the man to take her virginity. First, her first time
will probably not be easy - it usually isn't. No man loves her more than
I do, and no man could be more gentle and loving than I could. Second, I
will always be a part of Victoria's life. Too many young women waste
their virginity on someone they never see after their teen years. She
could always look to me and talk with me about that first time - I will
always be there. And third, the first time will be special and memorable;
that honor should go to her daddy, the person who loves her the most.
Additionally, fucking is a learned art. No man is more capable of
teaching Victoria how to both give and receive pleasure than her daddy!
Why do I want a continuing relationship where my daughter and I regularly
fuck? That may be the crucial question. I do not JUST want to be her
first. I do not JUST want to experience the thrill of fucking such a
beautiful woman. I want that act, that demonstration of love and lust, to
be an ongoing part of our relationship. Why? Simply put, there is no one
better able to satisfy her daddy's lustful desires than Victoria. There
is no one her daddy wants to fuck more. A single event will not change
that. My love for her will only grow through the years; hopefully the
same will be true of her love for me. How could we better show that love
than fucking regularly?
Of course, all of this depends on one thing: Victoria's desire to fuck
her daddy. This relationship as described cannot be based solely on my
desire for my daughter; she must have and express a mutual desire for me.
No level of coercion or manipulation could result in a proper incestuous
relationship between Victoria and me; only heart-felt reciprocation of my
lust for her could result in the right bonding. Yes, I want to fuck
Victoria! But that desire will remain largely unfulfilled until Victoria
lets me know she wants to fuck her daddy.
Chapter 9 - Fucking My Daughter on Her Birthday
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Sunday, November 16, 2014 12:02 AM
Subject: Birthday Fuck
This is about Victoria's birthday fuck...
As I feel my fingers slide deep into her hot wet pussy, I use the other
hand to pull her tank top up. Then I lower my mouth to her perfect
breasts. The feeling as my lips reach her nipples is electric!
I can feel Victoria beginning to move with the pleasure I'm bringing her.
I hear my beautiful birthday girl sigh, "Daddy, please fuck me!" I tell
her I will, but since this is her birthday, she gets some special
treatment.
I move my mouth from her breasts and begin to move down the soft skin of
her stomach, moving down toward a more sensitive area. The scent of her
young sweet pussy reaches me before I can taste her. That smell makes my
already-hard dick jerk. Then my tongue reaches her pussy, and the taste
is better than the scent! I feast on her pussy, licking and sucking.
My fingers are still buried in her pussy. My daughter is now writhing in
pleasure, and I heard her say over and over, "Oh daddy, yes!" We both
lose track of the orgasms she is having.
I want my daughter to have a VERY happy birthday.
I begin to move into position so that I can slide my dick into Victoria's
drenched pussy. She says, "Wait daddy," and I freeze. She immediately
satisfies my curiosity as she says, "I want to taste you first!" My
amazing daughter wants to suck MY dick on HER birthday!
I tell her to lie still. Still standing beside her bed, I move up toward
her head. I feel her reach for my dick and literally pull me to her
mouth. The feel of her hand on my dick is fantastic, but when her wet
mouth makes contact, I can barely think. I can tell almost immediately
she doesn't just want to taste my dick, she wants to taste my cum! My
daughter wants me to cum in her mouth. The sensations are almost too
much: her tongue on the head is my dick; her lips wrapped around my
shaft; her hand still stroking me; and the gentle sucking at the same
time.
I build quickly, and shoot an entire load of my sperm into Victoria's
mouth. Since we've only been fucking for a few weeks, this is the first
time I've cum in my daughter's mouth. She swallows the entire load, with
just a hint of cum at the corners of her mouth. She looks at me and
smiles. "I was hoping to get to taste that for my birthday. Now fuck me
daddy! Fill my pussy with cum just like you did my mouth."
I am so excited by the fact my daughter wanted to taste my cum for her
birthday, my dick doesn't have a prayer of getting soft. I move down and
slide my hard dick effortlessly into her ready pussy. We are both so
passionately into the fucking that there is no build up. I plunge fast
and hard from the first push.
Victoria's head goes back and her eyes close. "Yes! Fuck me hard daddy."
She almost screams. She looks at me and sees the panic in my eyes; she is
never this loud. I hear her say the most amazing words. "Let Mom hear! I
want her to know what she's missing every time he says 'No' to you!"
That puts me over the edge! I thrust faster and harder and I feel my
birthday girl scream in ecstasy just as I fill her pussy with sperm. What
a birthday! Victoria gets her final birthday wish; while we are both
still in the midst of our orgasms, my dick still furiously moving in and
out of her pussy, we both hear her door open!
Do you like? Is that explicit enough? Naughty enough?
Chapter 10 - A Letter to My Wife
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Tuesday, November 18, 2014 10:58 PM
Subject: Letter to Martha
Martha,
It has taken 25 years, and you finally did it. I never thought it would
happen, never thought it could happen. But you finally did it. I think if
you realized what you've done, you would be devastated. Yet, I can't help
but think this is what you secretly wanted. I mean, you worked hard
enough to make it happen! What did you do? You have worn down and
destroyed my love for you. Martha I don't love you anymore.
Right now you must be wondering how this happened. We were so much in
love - truly and deeply in love. We have been through so much together,
and our love survived. It wasn't circumstances that did it, it was you.
No, you didn't leave me or sleep with someone else; there was no single,
great act of betrayal. Like I said, it took 25 years.
Everything started so beautifully. Our first few years were wonderful! We
talked, we did things together, and we made love. Oh, did we make love! I
remember thinking one day a year or two into our marriage that we had
never been 2 straight days without fucking. Some health problems of yours
and the birth of our children ended that streak, but things were still
great.
About 8 or 10 years in, I learned something had changed. Two very similar
events permanently changed our relationship. Remember when you were
counseling our friends? He had the affair and you were trying to help
them - encouraging him to be faithful and encouraging her to forgive and
reconcile. Then he messed up again, and you got frustrated with him. You
told me if I ever did what he did, you would never forgive me. Those
words are burned into my mind. You would never forgive me! While you were
encouraging her to forgive him, you would never forgive me. I don't think
you even remember this, but this was my first true glimpse into what you
really thought of me and of our marriage. Somehow, I was worth less than
our friend who was cheating on his wife. She should forgive him, but you
wouldn't forgive me. Wow!
Then, not long after, another man in our church was found to be cheating
on his wife. We weren't involved in this situation; we just learned about
it. You told me then that if I ever did what he did, I might as well
never come home. Once again I learned your love for me had limits. I know
in both cases, your anger wasn't directed at me; you were angry about
what these men had done to their wives. Yet in your anger, you let a
little of your true feelings for me leak out, certainly more than you
intended. Your love for me was no longer certain in my mind. The change
inside of me wasn't dramatic; I had every intention of never cheating on
you and testing your love. But, I never forgot those two statements.
The next big change came when you got sick. Learning your wife isn't
supposed to survive is indescribably difficult, but we were in this
together. I spent almost every day at the hospital with you. For almost 6
weeks, I went to work (some days) and then came to be with you until late
at night when I went home to sleep. We beat the odds; remission is such a
wonderful word! You survived and came home, though the long road of
recovery still stretched in front of us.
Once you got home, I discovered something was different. I had always
thought we were in this together. But I found I was the only one thinking
this way. This was YOUR illness, not ours. This was YOUR fight. For some
reason, you wanted to do this alone. I will forever remember the day you
had an appointment with the oncologist, and you told me you didn't want
me to go. You told me I wasn't the one who was sick. I had no idea what I
had done to make you feel that way, and you never told me. You didn't
demonstrate the feelings of that day consistently. I did go to many of
your appointments; to some you reluctantly allowed me to come, and other
times you told me you wanted me to come. Once again, I doubt you remember
or would admit to doing this; now you talk about how we went through all
of that together. But I had gotten another glimpse into what you really
think about me. In the most difficult time of our lives, you would rather
have been alone.
By this time the sex had almost stopped. Of course, fucking while you
were so sick was out of the question. But even before that, you wanted me
less and less. The toughest part of this transition was that specific
parts of our sex life were disappearing. I have always loved when you
sucked my dick, and while you would never suck me all the way to orgasm,
that was a fairly common part of our sex life. Gradually, you didn't want
to do that anymore; sucking my dick became a "special" event, reserved
for anniversaries, birthdays, etc. Then it stopped. I'm guessing it has
been over a decade now since your I felt your lips on my dick. The hard
part is that you won't tell me why. When I've tried to talk with you
about it, you claim you want me to continue asking - that you might say
yes. I don't believe you anymore. There is SOME reason you don't want to
suck my dick, but you won't tell me what it is. Eating your pussy took a
similar though less dramatic course. I love eating you out!! It is my
favorite thing to do; it's not just my favorite part of sex, it is my
favorite thing PERIOD. I love the taste and smell of your pussy, and I
adore what my tongue does to you. While you haven't totally eliminated
that part of our sex life, it is almost gone, limited to once every year
or two. Again, you won't tell me why even though I have tried to ask.
Over the past 5 or 6 years you have made me feel unwanted in smaller but
much more numerous ways. Of course your deteriorating health has been a
challenge, but when you do have energy, you will spend it on any of a
hundred things other than me. We go months and months without any
intimate contact. It isn't that you didn't have the strength for a hand
job, or kissing, or even cuddling; you just don't want to. We will go
weeks and weeks without your reaching out to touch my arm in the car or
to run your hand across my shoulders or my butt as you walk past me. When
I try to kiss you, I get a peck that would be appropriate if it was for
our son, or you turn your cheek to me. You never tell me why. Oh, if I
could just hear, "Babe I would love to kiss you passionately right now,
but . . . " or "I can't wait until I feel better so we can make love!" I
feel totally unwanted. Weeks will pass without your telling me you love
me unless I initiate the sentiment.
You make plans and discuss them in detail with the kids, and then you act
surprised when I don't know about the plans. I'm not sure if you do that
intentionally, or if it just never crosses your mind to include me. A few
years ago, our son was struggling with something big, but you wouldn't
tell me what it was. Our son, My son, going through a difficult time, and
I'm not important enough to this family to know what it is. You have made
it repeatedly clear throughout our marriage that you have no desire to
hear what I think or feel; my job in the communication realm is to listen
to you and let you work out your problems. My opinion is not needed and
unwanted. Our budget is tight, and we have agreed to discuss purchases if
only to be sure there is money in the account to cover them. Yet over and
over and over you spend as if we had unlimited credit; you have driven us
deeply into debt. I've made it clear how much our finances trouble me,
how they keep me awake at night. Yet, I'm not important enough to you for
you to control what you buy.
You have no idea how all of these things have made me feel. Little
things, day after day, convincing me how unimportant I am. You look at me
with annoyance far more often than you look at me with affection. And I
don't deserve that. Since your health has gone downhill, I've taken more
and more of the responsibilities. I take care of the finances and the
yard, but I also do all of the shopping, almost all of the laundry and
house cleaning. I take care of preparing meals and cleaning the kitchen
after. I do all of this while working over 60 hours a week at my job. And
I still make time to give you foot rubs a few times a week. But I'm still
unimportant. You almost never acknowledge what I do; a hug and a kiss and
a thank you would have gone so far! Then, you go into the other room to
change so that I won't see you naked. When I'm naked in front of you, you
never look at me, much less admire my body. I cannot tell you how
unimportant it makes me feel when during one of our rare intimate times,
which are almost always hand jobs, I see you watching television rather
than me.
I've become convinced not only that I'm not important, but also that you
would be happier if I weren't around. Martha, I've had my suicide planned
for several years. The only things that have kept me from acting out my
plan are what I know that would do to the rest of our family, and my
responsibilities as a husband and father. If I were absolutely certain I
could fake an accident so that my life insurance would pay out, taking
care of our family financially, I would have long since exited your life.
That's how you've made me feel. That's why I can now say, I don't love
you anymore. I can't love you anymore!
I've found a new focus for my love, however. Kelly has come into my life
and helped me realize how much I love Victoria. Our beautiful daughter is
where I would love to direct my intimacy; I would love for her to
permanent take your place beside me in bed. I want to fuck Victoria. Yes,
you heard me correctly. I want to begin an intimate, sexual, incestuous,
permanent relationship with Victoria. As her daddy, I have always loved
her. But because of how you have treated me, I have begun to look at her
differently over the past couple of years. As your desire for me has
waned, my desire for her has blossomed. This is your doing; if you had
made me feel wanted and desired, I don't know if I would have ever
developed this lust for Victoria.
Actions always have consequences, and in this case the consequences are
permanent. I cannot go back to looking at Victoria as just my daughter;
she will forever be the daughter I want to fuck. I want her to kiss me
passionately like you won't, touch the dick that is supposed to be yours,
eagerly show me her beautiful naked body whereas you hide yours, suck my
dick like you used to, and beg me to fuck her. "Daddy, please fuck me!"
Can you imagine those words coming out of Victoria's mouth? I can, and I
would love to hear them. In fact, I would love for YOU to hear them. See,
I don't just want to fuck Victoria, I want you to KNOW I'm fucking her,
when I'm fucking her. I want you to hear it, hear her moan, "Oh Daddy,
yes! Fuck me harder!" I want you to see us fucking - in bed, on the sofa,
in the kitchen, everywhere. I want you to get a chance to look Victoria
in the eyes while my dick is inside of her pussy instead of yours, and I
want you to see the smile on her face as she knows her Daddy is HERs now,
completely. And the whole time, I want you to know this is all because of
you and how you treated me for years.
Additionally, Kelly has captured my heart - the heart you don't want. I
love Kelly. She has shown me more concern, compassion, and caring than
you have in years. I love Kelly, and I've told her I love her. Yes, you
are no longer the only woman to hear those words from me. Kelly
understands me, and she will never judge my desires. You have suppressed
me and belittled me, but Kelly encourages me. I trust her completely!! I
know she will never reject me. Kelly has helped me channel my desires.
You have no idea how many times during the past month I have masturbated
just the other side of a door from you. I print pictures of Victoria, and
cum on them in her honor. I sneak her lingerie from her drawers and use
them to masturbate, all for Victoria.
And you need to know something else; you are no longer the only woman to
see my naked body. Every time I've masturbated thinking about Victoria,
every time I've cum on one of her pictures or on a bra, I've taken
pictures and sent them to Kelly. Yes, that's right, I've sent Kelly
pictures of me totally nude. These are not just pictures of my hard dick,
but full-body nude shots of me. Kelly likes to see me nude. She likes to
see I'm hard thinking about my daughter, and she even tells me how great
my dick looks. I think you couldn't care less whether you ever saw me
naked again, but Kelly wants to see my body almost every day. This has
been going on right in front of your nose; in fact, on several occasions,
I have been lying in bed right beside you texting my new lover; you can
be so clueless sometimes, which is actually to my advantage.
Finally, I write letters and stories like this one, which will be posted
on an erotic-story website. Oh don't worry; your real name won't be
included. But others will read this and know just how you have made me
feel, and what has resulted from your actions. They will know what you
don't know: that I don't love you anymore.
So where does this leave us? Since you will never read this letter, it
leaves us right where we are. Our marriage will continue with your
affection for me ebbing and flowing just as it has. Neither you nor
Victoria will ever know about my lust for her. I will continue to take my
responsibility as a husband seriously, so I will never do anything to
hurt you. I will tell you I love you because you need to hear that. I
will continue to fuck you, but it will be fucking and not love making,
though you will never know the difference. My lover, Kelly, will continue
to be my anchor and my confidant. She will continue to encourage and
balance me, helping me channel my desires and helping make my life worth
living again. I love Kelly, and I will always love Kelly, but you will
never know about Kelly.
So, nothing really has changed, except for me, and I love the new me.
Unfortunately, you will never meet him, but that's your fault, not mine.
Jayce
Chapter 11 - New Grounds and Contrasts
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Sunday, November 23, 2014 11:30 AM
Subject: New Grounds and Contrasts
Have you ever had one of those days that turns out nothing like you had
planned? Every day has some of that, of course, but SOME days the turns
are sharper than others. This past Wednesday was one of those days. The
day started off normally. Victoria was off to work before 7 AM, and
Martha was still asleep. I had the house virtually to myself. Since it
had been a few days since I had a chance to masturbate, so I was
especially horny for Victoria. I love my daughter more than I can
describe. She excites me, makes me desire her. I had just kissed her
goodbye as she left for work - an innocent respectable kiss, not the kind
I would have liked for us to share. I needed a release for my desire.
As I have done many times, I sneaked into my daughter's room. My target
of course was her lingerie drawer. She has so many soft, beautiful items,
many of them ironically from Victoria's Secret. I found a pair of soft
panties, but my goal was the drawer where she keeps her bras. I love
cumming in Victoria's bras. My daughter has perfect breasts, breasts that
I so want to touch, caress, and kiss. If given the chance, I could spend
hours fondling her, giving her pleasure through those breasts. Since that
isn't possible, these bras are my link to her more than any other
garment. That fabric cups the breasts I want to cup. I've cum in almost
all of her bras at different times, and in some I've cum numerous times.
I have my favorites. Yet I've always washed them afterward. Since I do
most of the laundry for the family, that's not a difficult task. I simply
hide the cum-soaked lingerie, bras or panties, until I do laundry. They
are then returned to her drawer before she has a chance to miss them.
Today, however will be different. Today I will take a new step.
The thought of touching, caressing, and cumming in Victoria's bras is
exciting, because her skin was against that fabric. However, the thrill
had always been one directional. Something of hers had touched me, but
nothing from me had touched her. That had to change. I sneaked three bras
from her drawer and took them into the bath and locked the door.
(Remember, my wife is still asleep in the other room.) When I masturbate,
I like to remove all of my clothes; it feels so much more intimate than
just pulling out my dick. I was so excited about what I was about to do!!
I laid out all three of the bras and began to stroke my hard dick. I
imagined Victoria stroking me, sucking me, begging me to fuck her. I
thought about her hot wet pussy wrapped around my dick in place of her
soft panties. It didn't take long before I could feel my climax
approaching. This time instead of the thrill of coming in Victoria's bra,
I had the thrill of cumming in three of them. Why three? Simply because I
wanted each bra to have a little cum rather than spilling my entire load
into one. I wanted each to have just a little, because today I was going
to return those bras to her drawer with my cum still in them. No
laundering these bras. Now, Victoria could have something from me
touching her. I knew the next time she wore these bras, my cum would be
touching her soft, beautiful breasts.
After smearing the cum into the bras to make it less obvious, I carefully
refolded each and for the very first time I returned Victoria's lingerie
to her drawer with my cum still on them. I knew all three would be dry
before Victoria returned home that evening. I selected colors that would
not clearly show the cum stains, especially since I had spread it around
with my dick before refolding. But would she be able to smell my cum on
the bras? That was my chief concern. If Victoria smelled something funny
on her bras, she would have no idea what it was. However, if she took one
to my wife and asked if she smelled something funny, my wife would
recognize my scent immediately. The gig would be up! I certainly didn't
want that!! So I went back to the drawer later in the day to check. My
plan had worked well. Since each bra had only a little cum dried into it,
the scent of our fabric softener was the only noticeable smell. I smiled,
knowing I had taken another step. The thrill was intense.
As the heading suggests, something else happened - the contrast. Within
an hour after cumming on Victoria's bras, Martha woke up. I went in to
say good morning and chat with her about the upcoming day. She is propped
up in bed, and I am standing beside her. Then it happened. I noticed a
look in her eyes, a look I rarely see and loved to see for years. (My
previous letter to Martha will give perfect context.) She then motioned
me over to her with one finger, put her hand behind my head, pulled me
down and began to passionately kiss my neck. After 25 years, Martha knows
I LOVE having my neck kissed. Nothing excites me more. After the morning
"spent with Victoria," my desires are easily aroused. I'll be perfectly
honest; I melted! Not only did the kissing feel incredible, but I have
wanted to be seduced by Martha for so, so long! Then she reached down and
began stroking my dick. This is not gentle, loving touching; she wants me
to cum. I am in heaven! I reach down and slide my hand into her panties
and onto her pussy. She hums against my neck and spreads her legs. I
slide a finger inside of her and begin moving just the way she likes. In
no time at all, she is cumming. Those of you who read my letter to Martha
may be surprised to know she is very orgasmic. She cums easily and often
- when she wants sex. Then she whispers in my ear, "I want you to cum
inside me!" Today of all days. I have no resistance. In moments, our
clothes are off and my dick is in her pussy. While life has strained our
relationship - far more than she knows - we know how to move together. We
cum together, and I fill her pussy. It is honestly amazing. We lie
together for a while, enjoying the afterglow, then we clean up and begin
our day.
So, you may be wondering several things. First, does this change my
feelings for my wife as described in my letter to her? Honestly, I don't
know. As I went through the day, part of me was walking on clouds, but
another part of me knew it would likely be a long, long time before a
repeat performance. I will leave it at this: I would love to fall back in
love with my wife. Second, did I imagine Victoria while I was fucking
Martha? Yes, as much as any man can think or imagine while fucking. Did I
want it to be Victoria instead of Martha? I can't honestly answer yes to
that; it was such a thrill to feel Martha wanted me. Do I still want to
fuck Victoria? Absolutely!! I will always desire her that way now.
So, it was a day of something new (cum on Victoria's bras - still there)
and something old (Martha wanting me and seducing me). It's a day I will
be thinking about in many ways for a long time.
Jayce
Chapter 12 - A New Insight, a New Goal, A Renewed Love
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
Date: Dec 26, 2014, 5:38:04 AM
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New Insight, a New Goal, A Renewed Love
Kelly,
As time has passed during the two months or so that I have been on this
journey, I had noticed a trend in myself. I have become increasingly
dissatisfied with Martha, my wife. I have found myself becoming more and
more disappointed in her actions toward me. I have begun to notice little
things that she does and to take them personally; these are things I
would have one time overlooked if I had noticed them at all. I have begun
to look at everything Martha does and imagine her negative mindset toward
me.
As an example, just a few days ago I asked Martha our plans for Christmas
Day. We had already exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve, and I had to work
my early morning shift on Christmas Day. Martha listed off the things we
were planning: our Christmas dinner, possibly going to a movie, maybe
playing a board game as a family, etc. her facial expressions and voice
gave me the impression she was being condescending. I felt she was saying
I should know this answer - that this was a stupid question. I told
Martha how I felt and this started a conversation/argument that put a
cloud over our family time.
I have always had a tendency to be sensitive but I have usually given
Martha the benefit of the doubt. Of course like anyone I have had my bad
days, even during good times. I have more than my fair share of faults
but generally I have not thought everything was being aimed at me
negatively. From previous entries, especially my letter to Martha, you
know that these are not the best of times so far as our marriage is
concerned. Martha's direct actions have caused me to realize and admit
that I don't love her anymore. The results of her actions and my
responses are detailed throughout my entries.
Generally these entries have been positive in my life. Through them I
have been able to be more honest and open about my feelings, especially
regarding my lust for my daughter Victoria. However, my growing cynical
attitude toward Martha is neither positive nor constructive. I have begun
to think she does not love me. It has never been my goal for my desires
or my growth to disrupt my family life. I don't want to divorce Martha,
and I never have. The destructive consequences would affect so many
people, especially my precious Victoria.
Since a marriage cannot survive with one partner being cynical of the
other, it's time to make some changes. The primary change will be in my
goal. My goal for my actions and my future writings will be to grow to
love Martha again. I must renew my pledge to be a good husband to Martha
regardless of whether she treats me well or whether she doesn't. That is
what good husbands do. I stated at the end of my letter to Martha that I
would continue to be a good husband; that pledge is renewed.
So what will the future look like? To begin with, I apologized to Martha
last night. I told her my reactions were my fault; that I had let the
stresses of our life get to me and I had taken it out on her. I asked her
to forgive me. She wrapped her arms around me and held me. Today Martha
will get a bouquet of flowers that I will pick up on the way home and
other gifts will follow. Do I really feel like my cynical attitude is
totally my fault? How I feel is irrelevant to the conversation; what
matters is how I treat Martha. That's how good husbands think and that's
what good husbands do.
Regardless of what happens between me and my wife, my sexual desires for
my beautiful daughter Victoria will never change. I can be a perfect
husband while still wanting to fuck Victoria. My love for Victoria is
separate from my relationship with my wife. My expressions of my love for
my daughter will continue as I am able to arrange them.
Any other expressions of lust will have as their goal the rebuilding of
my love for Martha. Even actions that express my frustration with Martha
will never be designed to hurt her; their goal will be to help me deal
with those frustrations so that I can be a good husband.
Central to this new goal will be Kelly. Kelly has been my guide over the
past few months as I've discovered and become more honest about my
feelings, especially those for Victoria. I have grown to love Kelly and I
trust her completely. It is Kelly who will be working with me to correct
my path. While she wants me to be honest about my lusts, Kelly also wants
my marriage to survive; in fact she wants it to grow and thrive. She
wants to help me deal with my frustrations in ways that don't hurt my
marriage. It is Kelly who realized that my frustrations were making me
cynical and that my marriage was beginning to suffer because of my
attitude. When someone you love and trust unconditionally gives you an
attitude adjustment, you listen and change. Kelly will be my guide me on
this new path - helping me be the right kind of husband for my wife. She
will help me find positive outlets for any frustrations so that I don't
dump those frustrations on Martha. Our goal is that I will grow to love
Martha again. Kelly wants me to love Martha and I have no doubt she will
help me accomplish that goal.
So, do I think my actions will change Martha and her attitude toward me?
First, that's not the point. This goal is not about changing either
Martha's actions or attitude toward me. The goal is to change my actions
and feelings toward her. I am responsible to be a good husband, not for
my wife's response. Second, maybe her attitude will change. It's quite
possible I am at fault for her coldness toward me. If so, I won't be the
fault any longer.
You may be wondering how I am going to positively deal with the
frustrations of life with Martha. What activities will I be doing? I have
sworn to trust and obey Kelly totally as she guides me so I am guessing
those activities may be the subject of some future posts.
Chapter 13 - Another Barrier Down
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Sunday, December 28, 2014 2:40 AM
Subject: Another Barrier Down
Over the past few months I have been challenged to be honest about my
desires, to allow myself to feel what I feel. The first major area of
honesty was about my feelings for Victoria, my daughter. I've written
about the journey of admitting my desires toward Victoria. I can honestly
say now what I've known but denied for a long time: I want to fuck
Victoria. I want her to satisfy her daddy's lusts, and I want to give her
the satisfaction of knowing how deeply her daddy loves her. This was not
an easy admission. Regardless of how beautiful and beneficial a loving
incestuous relationship can be, there is a strong taboo against such
relationships. I wasn't considering actually entering into such a
relationship with my daughter, that would be impossible at this time. I
was simply fantasizing. Still, the internal resistance was strong.
Recently I have had to come to terms with another taboo feeling. To date
all of my fantasies about Victoria has been about her as an adult
daughter - over 18 years old. But when did I first realize my desire for
her? Better said, when did I first begin actively denying my lust for
her? These questions began to arise when I saw pictures of Kelly's niece
and commented on how hot she looked. I then found out she was only 14 in
the pictures. Let me stop here and assure you no pictures sent of anyone
were inappropriate or even questionable. Every picture that will be
mentioned would be like one you would find in any family photo album.
Kelly asked me about my first desires for Victoria. My first reaction was
to deny I had had any incestuous thoughts about Victoria when she was
that age. The taboo was still very active in my mind. I did have to
remind myself we were talking about fantasizing; I wasn't deciding
whether or not to actually fuck someone underage. With that in mind, I
had to admit I had noticed her newly-developing boobs when she was in
junior-high. I also had to admit I had to push away desires when I held a
younger Victoria and cradled her small cute ass in my hands. Because it
was becoming clear my lust for Victoria had begun at a much younger age
than I had been willing to admit, it was time to explore these lusts.
I decided to try a new tribute. I wanted to find a picture of Victoria
when she was about 13 years old for the tribute, just to see what would
happen - how it would feel - to masturbate and fantasize about a young
Victoria. While I was willing to experiment with these feelings, the
thought of fantasizing about Victoria at 13 wasn't initially exciting.
However, as I began to plan the tribute, the excitement grew. I prepared
to print the picture of Victoria but at the last minute I changed plans.
I decided if I was going to explore my feelings about Victoria when she
was young, why go part-way? I found a picture of Victoria when she was
about 8 and printed that to use. My excitement was beginning to build. I
needed the final piece of the puzzle - a current garment of Victoria's to
tie this tribute into today, to link it to the Victoria I see and want to
fuck each day. I found an outfit she wore from her cheerleading days with
her name emblazoned across the front and prepared for my experiment.
By this time, my excitement had peaked. I was incredibly horny, more so
than I had been in days! I wanted this more than I had realized! I
stripped naked and began to take pictures. Kelly gets to see every
tribute to Victoria. As I began to masturbate, I turned on my video
camera. I planned to take several short videos, talking to Victoria on
each one and telling her how much I want to fuck her, how much I would
have loved to fuck the 8 year-old Victoria in my picture. I wanted to
imagine feeling those small hands explore her daddy's hard dick for the
first time. I dreamed about sliding my hard dick into that tight, tight
little pussy. I imagined what it would have been like to have had a
beautiful, consensual, loving, incestuous relationship with my wonderful
daughter for over a decade.
However, my plan did not work. I was so horny thinking about my daughter
at this young age I couldn't last. Before I hardly knew what was
happening I was shooting my cum across the pictures and onto her
sweatshirt. Several videos had turned into just one. I came so hard!
My question had been answered, and more quickly than I had thought. Was
my lust for a young Victoria real? Oh, yes! Did I want to fuck Victoria
when she was in junior high and even elementary school? The answer was
obviously Yes! Dicks don't lie. I was able to let myself actively lust
for, fantasize about, and masturbate while thinking about my Victoria as
a little girl. Another barrier has come down, and another taboo has been
embraced.
So, am I comfortable with this new discovery about myself? In so much as
I realize I am again being honest about my desires for my daughter, yes.
Do I have hesitations about this newly discovered side? Of course I do!
This is a significant thing to begin to admit about myself. At first I
felt a little guilty - does this make me a pervert, a pedophile? I don’t
think so. My desires are not for little girls - they are all for my
daughter. It’s not that I want sex with young girls - I only want it
with my daughter who is now in her twenties so obviously nothing like
that will ever happen. Still, the sheer eroticism of masturbating about
fucking her and loving her when she was so strong have obviously awakened
some incredibly strong feelings in me!
I know I still have to work to become comfortable with these desires. I
will frequently have to take comfort in the fact that these lusts are
only for fantasy; they will never become part of my reality. But I am
looking forward to exploring this side of my desire for Victoria.
Jayce - Dreams of My Daughter. - MF adultery incest father daughter