Subject: How My Life Could Have Been (Mg, Mf, oral, incest)
Author:  Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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                                   !!!WARNING!!!!

This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may 
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as 
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by 
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from 
reality, get professional help - FAST!

The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is 
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This work is copyrighted ©2011 to the author. It may be posted with the 
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Summary:

I was extremely fortunate to be born to parents who love me and have always put 
my best interests.  Not everyone is so lucky.  A few subtle changes and my own 
life could have been very different.  This is how things MIGHT have happened.

This story is a fantasy of mine.  It is a work of fiction and is not intended to 
implicate any person or action by them or me.  I am NOT advocating underage sex 
by posting these fantasies!  Although I may fantasize and my eyes may wander, 
remember that I am only dreaming.  If you can't separate fantasy from reality, 
get professional help - FAST! 

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He would be coming soon.  I was on my back in my bed, my eyes still closed as I 
fought the temptation to fall back asleep.  I didn't dare, however, as HE 
wouldn't be happy if I wasn't ready for him…

It all started about six years earlier when I was barely eight years old.  
Walking upstairs past my parents bedroom, I noticed my dad was naked on top of 
the bed.  THAT wasn't what grabbed my interest, though.  My parents slept nude 
and we didn't wear bathing suits in the hot tub so seeing my dad undressed 
wasn't exactly newsworthy.

What WAS interesting was what he was doing.  My dad had his hand on his penis 
and was stroking it up and down.  My eyes widened at the size of his penis.  It 
was HUGE!  Normally my dad's penis hung down rather small and limp.  The only 
time I had ever seen it like this was when we were in the hot tub together.  My 
mom said the water in the hot tub did something to it that made it grow.  This 
was the first time I'd seen it this way outside the tub and I had NEVER seen him 
doing what he was doing to with it.

Suddenly my dad groaned and for a moment I thought something was wrong with him 
as it seemed like he was in pain from the faces he was making.  Worried, I was 
about to get my mom when to my shock he started to pee on himself!  Then I 
realized that it wasn't like the pee I saw when he used the bathroom.  Instead, 
it was thick and white and came out in spurts instead of a stream.  After it 
stopped shooting it out of him, he laid his head back and seemed to fall asleep.

Somewhat mystified, I turned to go back to my room and almost collided with my 
mom!

"Shhhhhhh, don't wake your dad," she whispered, taking me by the hand and 
leading me to my bedroom.

Once in my room I scrambled onto my bed and sat cross-legged while my mom took a 
seat next to me, her feet on the floor as she turned to speak 
to me.

"I suppose you want to know what your dad was doing."

I nodded my head, not sure even how to describe it let alone talk about it.

"Well honey, men have certain needs and sometimes they have to do what your dad 
did to take care of them."

"I don't understand, he sounded like it was hurting him and then that STUFF came 
out of him."

"Trust me dear, he wasn't hurting himself," my mom said with a smile as she put 
her arm around me and pulled me close.

"Kelly, do you remember our talk about how babies were born?"

I nodded again.  How could I have forgotten THAT?  Even with the pictures she 
had shown me and the movies my dad liked to watch, it was still hard for me to 
understand.  I remember when she showed me pictures of a man putting his penis 
in a girl.  I couldn't even imagine something like that in me!

"Well, men enjoy the way it feels so sometimes they do it just by themselves to 
feel that way.  It's called masturbation – remember?"

"Why doesn't he do it with you mommy?"

My mom just smiled at me and hugged me again.

"Oh my little Kelly, so much to learn still.  Someday you'll understand."

That was all we talked about THAT subject.  My mom had indeed discussed 
masturbation with me in the past but again, it wasn't something that made a lot 
of sense to me.  Sometimes I would touch myself, just kid of exploring.  I even 
tasted my finger once after pushing it in me just to see what it was like.  It 
wasn't bad but I didn't see the point in it all.

Later in the day I heard my parents talking in their bedroom.  Their room was 
next to mine and I could hear everything through the thin wall separating us.  I 
couldn't make out all the words but it sounded like they were arguing about ME.

"You've GOT to be kidding," my mom exclaimed, "For god's sake John, she's only 
eight."

"Well, she's obviously old enough to be curious."

"Of course she's curious.  Hell, her dad was jerking off right in front of her.  
What would you expect?"

"Let's just try it and see what happens."

"No.  You're disgusting, you know that?"

"Give me a break Mary.  After all, you did it with your dad."

"Yeah, but I wasn't eight years old either!"

They went on like that for a while but I knew whatever they were arguing about 
who would win.  My mom could never stand up to my dad when he was determined 
about something.  My parents didn't argue very often and when they did, usually 
their bedroom door would shut and I knew what THAT meant!  Doors were rarely 
shut in our house but there was one time when their bedroom door shut and my mom 
had always warned me never to come in then.

Later that night we were in the hot tub.  I loved the feeling of the hot water.  
Sometimes the jets would shoot between my legs and create an odd sensation.  It 
must have been the same for my mom because I had seen her get in front of them 
before and I could tell she enjoyed it.

As we sat there quietly, I noticed that my mom was glancing over at my dad with 
an odd expression, as if she was expecting something but at the same time, 
hoping it wouldn't happen.  It was the same look she had when she looked at the 
sky when we were having a picnic and it threatened to rain.  My dad was sitting 
in one of the corners, looking at me with an odd expression of his own.  It made 
me feel sort of funny, like he was looking at me differently somehow but I 
didn't know how to describe it.

Yep, something was up, that was for sure, but I had no idea what it could be.  
It was like before Christmas or my birthday when they both had a secret that 
they were keeping from me.  I wondered if it had something to do with the 
argument they had had before.  One thing about it, they didn't open the door 
afterwards so apparently it must have been pretty serious, whatever it was.

"Hey, why don't you come over and sit by your daddy, Kelly," my dad encouraged 
me.

My mom looked at me and then turned her head away but I noticed the frown she 
seemed to be trying to hide from me.  Nonetheless, I knew my dad's "suggestions" 
were to be obeyed so I moved over to sit next to my him.  He put his arm around 
me, pulling me in close to him.  The frothy water kept me from seeing underneath 
the surface and I was almost up to my neck as I felt his naked body pressed up 
against mine.

My dad started to run his hands over my shoulders, arms and back.  It felt good, 
like when he would scratch my back at night before I went to bed.  Then his hand 
moved down and he put it on my leg and started to rub my upper leg with his 
hand.  He usually didn't touch me anywhere in front but I didn't mind – it felt 
good.

"Just a second Kelly, let me sit up for a second," he told me, putting his hands 
to each side of him on the top of the hot tub walls.  "Damn, this water is 
really hot tonight!"

My dad lifted himself out of the water and sat on the corner edge of the tub.  I 
noticed his penis was hard like it had been earlier today, standing almost 
straight up from his crotch.

"John!" my mom exclaimed.

I didn't understand what she was upset about.  Was she worried about what the 
water had done to my dad's penis?  I wondered if because the water so hot that 
he was especially big this time.  It didn't seem any different to me but maybe 
his penis was more sensitive to the temperature.  There were still a lot of 
things I didn't understand about it!

"Mary, I thought we agreed about all this."

My mom just sat there tight-lipped, not saying another word.  She knew better 
than to cross my dad.  I had enough memories myself of the spankings he he'd 
given me when I didn't obey him.

"So Kelly, your mom says you're interested in my cock."

I looked at him with surprise.  Other than my earlier curiosity, I wouldn't have 
said I  was "interested" in it.  It was also the first time my dad had used the 
word "cock'", at least around me.  My dad grinned at my silence.

"Yeah, I thought so.  Do you know why it's all big and hard like this now?"

"Mommy told me that the water in the hot tub made it do that."

"It figures your mom would tell you that," he chuckled. "Well, that's not 
really true."

I looked over at my mom who was just sitting there, her boobs just above the 
waterline such that the waves from the jets bounced against them.  She just kept 
quiet, letting my dad do all the talking.

"The REAL reason's not because of the water; it's because you're in the water 
with me."

I looked at him with my eyes wide open like saucers.  What in the world could I 
possibly have anything to do with it?

"You're a very pretty girl, Kelly, and when a man sees a pretty girl, this is 
what happens."

If I hadn't already been flushed from the hot water, my cheek would have 
blushed.  Every girl, no matter how old she is, likes to be told she's pretty!  
For my own dad to say that made it even more special.  Usually he just teased me 
about my skinny legs and flat chest, asking me when I was going to start 
growing.  For him to say something nice about my body was special for me as it 
was.  To think it might have something to do with his penis getting big made me 
somehow glow inside a little.

"So Kelly, do you know what a GOOD daughter does when her father gets like 
this?"

I shook my head, not having a clue how to answer him.

"Well, why don't you hold it with your hand and I'll teach you."

I looked over at my mom, uncertain as to what I should do.

"Mom?" I said, looking for her guidance.

"Just do what your father tells you," she said sullenly.  From the look she gave 
my dad she seemed more upset with him than me, though.

I looked back at my dad and the expression on his face surprised me.  He was 
staring at me, looking at me with this "look" I'd only seen when he watched his 
porn movies.

"C'mon, I said to stand up and grab it with your hand," he insisted.

Obediently I stood up and moved between his legs.  Even standing up, the water 
covered me up to my waist.  My bare chest dripped water and I pushed my wet hair 
out of my face.  Reaching out, I grabbed his cock, as he called it.  It felt so 
warm!  It was hard but at the same time smooth.  My little hand barely fit 
around it.

"Do you remember what you saw me doing to it this afternoon?"

I nodded, although I wasn't quite sure exactly how he'd been doing it.

"OK, then rub it up and down….that's it….just like that."

As soon as I started to rub his cock my dad groaned and I looked up at him and 
stopped, afraid that I might be hurting him.

"Don't stop, dammit!" he barked at me.  I but my lower lip and tried harder to 
stroke his cock better.  I didn't want him to get any madder at me for not doing 
it right!

"There….that's better…god that feels so good!"

I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing but he seemed to like it so I kept it up.  
Actually, it was pretty tiring!

"See Mary, I told you she wouldn't mind."

I turned back to my mom and grinned, feeling good that I was able to please my 
dad.  He got so angry sometimes when I didn't please him and it thrilled me that 
I could do this for him.

"Well, just remember what you promised," she warned him.  What was she talking 
about?  I hadn't a clue what my dad might have promised my mom, especially about 
me.

"Oh come on Mary, can't you see she likes it?  Baby, tell your mom how 
much you like holding your dad's cock."

Holding his cock didn't really do that much for me, to be honest.  The only 
reason I liked doing it was it seemed to make him happy and I liked my dad so 
much better when he was in a good mood.  Still, I knew what he was expecting and 
with my dad, you'd better do what he expected!

"It's OK mom, I don't mind," I tried to assure her.

"OK Kelly, get in nice and close now."

I moved forward until I was tight up against his crotch.  I could feel his balls 
and cock touch my chest and face now and then as I kept stroking him.

"Now baby, listen close…..I want you to put your mouth on it and suck it like a 
popsicle."

"God dammit John, you promised!" my mom cut in.

She started to stand up as if to move towards us but my dad looked at her 
with such intensity that she shrank back.  She turned sideways, putting her feet 
up on the seat next to her and wrapping her arms around her legs, pulling them 
in tight against he.  She looked at my dad with eyes blazing but I knew she 
would never dare stop my dad from doing anything he wanted. Then she looked at 
me and she suddenly seemed to be so sad, something like when I left for church 
camp.

"You better shut up bitch," my dad hissed at her.  Then his face softened and he 
looked back down at me again.

"It's OK Kelly, just do what I tell you."

I looked at his cock, all swollen and hard just inches away from my face.  I had 
NEVER even dreamed of touching him before, let alone SUCKING him.  THIS was 
something I wasn't too sure of.  I mean, my dad PEED through it.  What if he 
peed in my mouth while I was sucking him?

"Oh for Christ's sake Kelly, I told you to suck it so put it in your mouth - 
NOW," my dad urged me, his voice getting that tone that told me he was 
losing his patience with me.

Whatever fear I had of his cock was overwhelmed by the dread of getting him 
madder than he already was so I leaned down and took just the tip of his cock 
between my lips. It felt smooth on my lips and tasted more like tub water than 
anything else.  My dad put his hands on my head and put pressure on the top, 
pushing me down onto his cock.

"Put it in your mouth, that's it.  Ouch!!  God dammit, don't let your teeth 
touch it."

I had the whole head in my mouth now.  It felt HUGE as I stretched my little 
mouth open to take him in.  No sooner had his head moved in then I felt him push 
hard on my head and he forced his cock rapidly into my mouth until lit hit the 
back of my throat.  It was too much for me and I pulled my head back, letting 
his cock slip from my lips as I coughed and almost threw up from being gagged.

"John, take it easy, you're hurting her," my mom called over.

"Mary, just shut the fuck up," my dad cursed at her.  He must have been pretty 
pissed off as I hardly ever heard him talk to her that way.

"Shit, if you're so worried about her, then get over here and help instead of 
bitching!"

As I turned back to my mom, my eyes must have expressed the hope that I was 
feeling.  I wanted to please my dad but I didn't know how to do it and he was 
obviously getting frustrated with my failure.  The last thing I wanted was for 
my parents to fight so if I could do anything to prevent it I was ready and 
willing.  My mom rolled her eyes and finally slipped over to our corner and 
kneeled next to me.

"Here honey, let me show you."

I watched as my mom began to suck my dad's cock.  I was amazed at how she could 
take all of him in her mouth when I was having problems getting just the head in 
mine.

"See how I use my tongue?" she said softly to me, "Watch close now – do you see 
where I'm licking him?"

She used the tip of her tongue to show me the places on my dad's cock that he 
liked.  Even without her saying anything it was obvious where the sensitive 
spots were from the way he responded.

"OK, now you try it.  Just take a little at a time – and watch your teeth this 
time."

This time I felt more confident now that my mom was there to help me.  She 
showed me how to stroke his cock while I sucked him and how to use my tongue 
around his head.

"I'm ready Mary…and you know what I want so show her what to do."

My mom let out a sigh.  I wasn't sure if she was happy or not about what he'd 
just said but she seemed resigned to do it regardless.  She grabbed his cock and 
started stroking it quickly.  My dad put his head back and started to groan.  I 
looked at my mom, concerned that he was OK.

"It's OK, he likes it.  Now get in front of it and open your mouth wide.

I didn't quite understand why she wanted me to do it but the urgency in her 
voice came though loud and clear.  It was like when I was misbehaving and my dad 
was getting mad.  She would urge me to be good, adding the same tone to her 
voice I heard now.  I did as she said, opening my mouth and waiting to see what 
would happen next.

"Open it more honey," she instructed me, "That's it, now hold still.  Don't move 
or close your mouth, no matter what, you hear me?

"Oh god!" my dad groaned.  Something was happening, I could tell from the way he 
was tensing up and the look of anticipation in my mom's eyes.

Just then a bunch of the same white stuff I'd earlier came shooting out from the 
tip of his cock.  This time though, instead of landing on his hand and belly, my 
mom had it aimed for my open mouth and I felt it hit my tongue and pool on it.

"Oh shit, I can't believe this!" my dad exclaimed.

"Kelly - keep you mouth open!" my mom exclaimed as I started to turn away, 
uncertain that this was I was suppose to be doing.  The next shot hit me on the 
side of my face but I was ready for the one after it, my mouth open again like 
some fish out of water.

It tasted weird, like nothing I'd ever tasted before.  It was bitter, like a 
lemon yet salty at the same time.  My mouth as full of it and I looked to my mom 
to tell me what to do.  She started to say something when my dad cut in.

"Swallow it Kelly, let me see you swallow it all down."

My mom put on a smile which I could tell was completely fake.  Oh well, she
didn't tell me NOT to so I tried to swallow it down.  Actually, it was sort 
of slimy making it hard to swallow so it took a few gulps to get it all
down.  Even then, my mouth still felt like it was coated with the stuff and
the aftertaste was incredibly strong.

"See Mary, now was that really so bad?"

My mom looked at him and finally couldn't contain herself any longer.

"You fucking bastard, I can't believe you did that to her."

"Oh come on, look at her.  She liked it!"

My mom glared at him and then grabbed me by the shoulders.  She led me out of 
the hot tub and into the house without even stopping to dry off.  Leaving a 
trail of dripping water, she took me upstairs to the bathroom and handed me a 
towel and a glass of water.

"Here, this will help wash it down.  I know it probably doesn't taste that good 
for you now."

She wrapped the towel around me and gave me a big hug.  Her eyes were red and 
tears were forming.

"Oh Kelly, I'm so sorry."

I looked at her, not quite sure what was wrong.

"It's OK mommy, I didn't mind.  Did I make him happy?  I tried SO hard but I 
wasn't sure."

She looked at me with such love in her eyes.

"You're such an incredible little girl, you know that?  I bet you'd do anything 
to please your father, wouldn't you?"

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She was right, I WOULD do ANYTHING to please my father and over the next few 
years, I did just that.  It seemed at first he couldn't get enough of me sucking 
him – blowing him as he liked to call it.  After the newness wore off he didn't 
tell me to do it as often but when he asked, I knew better than to complain or 
offer any excuses.  I could get away with whining about cleaning my room but 
when he wanted me to suck his dick, THAT was non-negotiable!

The more I sucked him the better I got – practice makes perfect after all. I 
learned quickly and although it was years before I could take as much of him 
down as my mom could, he never complained.

As I got older my boobs started to form and while I sucked his dick he would 
fondle them, just little nubs at first and then larger mounds.  I started 
masturbating when I was eleven and once he found out he would have me do it 
while I blew him.  THAT really seemed to make him cum fast!  After a while he 
would put his hand over mine as I touched myself, eventually moving my hand 
aside and "masturbating me" as he called it, although technically I wasn't doing 
it alone.

It took a while but mom eventually seemed to accept what I did with my dad.  
Really, what choice did she have?  She stopped crying after the first few times 
and actually started giving me a few pointers.  I think she did it more out of 
concern for me than him, though.  By teaching me to suck him better, she knew I 
pleased him more and that he'd be in a better mood afterwards.  Keeping my dad 
happy was my top priority at home.  Neither my mom or I wanted to raise his ire 
unnecessarily!

My dad has always been wonderful to me, spoiled me badly even.  On the other 
hand, he expected us to do what he said, when he said it.  Once I was tired when 
my dad came in my room for a blowjob and I whined about doing it.  Well, that 
was the last time I would ever do THAT again!

After I turned twelve and my pussy started maturing more, my dad started a new 
way of making his cock cum with me.  One day he had me on my back and spread my 
legs while he crawled on top of me.  Holding himself off of me with his 
outstretched arms, he lowered his hips down until I felt his hard dick pushing 
against my pussy.  He started stroking himself up and down my pussy slit until 
he would cum and spray it all over my pussy.  He had done it to me a few times 
when then one day my mom walked in my bedroom while he was doing it.

"OH MY GOD!" she squealed, "John, what the hell are you doing?"

My dad got off of me and quickly grabbed her shoulders and turned her around and 
pushed her into the bedroom next door.  I was getting older now and understood 
more of what they were talking about.

"You bastard, were you fucking her?" my mom demanded, not even trying to keep 
her voice down.

"God no Mary, you know I wouldn't do that."

"Are you kidding.  You're such a perverted jerk, I don't know WHAT you would do 
anymore."

"And just what does THAT crack suppose to mean?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about."

"Hey, your sister said it was fine with her so who are you to bitch about it?  
She's her daughter after all."

"Oh for god's sake John, she was only ten!"

NOW what were they arguing about?  It sounded like they were discussing 
something about my cousin Kristi.  After all, she was the only ten year-old 
whose mother was my mom's sister.  But what was she complaining about? What had 
my dad doing with HER?  She had never mentioned anything to me but then I never 
told her what I did to my dad's cock either.

Oh well, none of it was making any sense.  I was pretty horny after having my 
dad rub against me so I quit paying attention and took care of myself.

Whatever it was that they had argued about, it didn't change anything.  My dad 
really seemed to enjoy rubbing his cock against my pussy.  Sometimes he would 
get in bed with me and lay behind me, pulling me into him until I felt his dick 
against my bottom.  He would rub his cock up and down my butt crack until he 
sprayed himself all over my butt and back.

After a while he started sticking his dick right at the entrance to my pussy.  
Once I felt him seem to start to push but then he stopped and got himself off 
rubbing me again.  Of course I knew what sex was, I'd seen enough of it in his 
magazines and movies, but I never thought for a moment that he would EVER do 
anything like that to me.  After all, I was his daughter and fathers just don't 
fuck their daughters.  My dad said that me that sucking his cock was no 
different than rubbing his back so it wasn't like I was having sex with him or 
anything.  Even though he rubbed his dick against me all the time, he never 
mentioned having SEX with me.

It was just a few weeks until my fourteenth birthday and I was telling my 
parents about a new boy at school that was really cute.  He had even talked to 
me in the hall one day!  I was still a virgin but that didn't Mean I wasn't 
thinking about losing it!  My dad started asking me more questions about the 
boy, and then boys in general.

"So you like this boy, eh?"

"Oh daddy!  Well… just a little."

They could tell from my voice it was a lot more than that, though.  My
mom smiled and my dad seemed thoughtful.

"So have you sucked any of your boyfriend's dicks yet?"

My dad caught me by surprise with that one!  Sure I was letting boys fondle me 
now and then.  Once I had even held a guy's cock, but I hadn't even come close 
to blowing any of them although I'm sure a couple wouldn't have minded.  My dad 
said I wasn't old enough to suck their cocks yet although I didn't quite 
understand why I could blow him and not my friends.

"Daddy!  Of course not!"

"Now John, don't tease the poor girl," my mother broke in, trying to help me 
out.

"Hey, she's almost fourteen and you know what you were doing at her age," he 
snapped at her.

My mom looked hurt but she didn't say anything.  Actually, she hadn't told me 
that much about what she did along those lines at my age so now I was curious.

"Besides Mary, it won't be long before you know what."

That silenced my mom.  She looked like she anted to say something in response to 
that but she held her tongue.  That seemed to end that conversation so we 
finished dinner quietly and while my mom was doing dishes, my dad pushed his 
chair out from the table.  He was wearing his sweat pants and from the tent in 
his crotch I knew what was on his mind – ME.  I started to head to the kitchen 
to help my mom when he reached out and grabbed me roughly by the arm.

"Hey, just where the hell do you think you're going?  Get back here and blow 
me," my dad commanded.

Times like this a smart girl didn't hesitate.  When my dad wanted something and 
he asked for it in THAT tone, there was only one response – do what he asked for 
and do it fast before he got impatient.  Impatience led to frustration and 
frustration led to other things so I quickly dropped to my knees in front of 
him.

My dad sat back with his arms hanging to his side, letting me do all the work.  
I reached in to his sweatpants and pulled out his dick and quickly went to work 
on it.  He started to groan and my heart started to slow a bit.  He must have 
been really horny from the way he demanded that I blow him and I felt a sense of 
relief that I was pleasing him.

My dad suddenly huffed and he pulled his cock from my mouth.  I looked up at 
him, worried that somehow I hadn't done what he expected - and what he would do 
to me if I hadn't.

"Get on my lap and rub it," he demanded.

I knew what he meant – get on his lap and rub my pussy up against this dick.
I lifted my t-shirt to expose my bare pussy.  My dad required that both my mom 
and me not wear anything on our bottoms around the house so typically I just 
wore a t-shirt or one of his dress shirts.  As I straddled his waist and kneeled 
on the chair seat, I could feel his stiff dick pressing against my tight pussy 
and I rocked myself to rub it up and down my pussy slit.

Actually, this felt pretty good for me as well.  I loved the feeling of his 
slippery dick as it ran over my clit.  Sometimes his head would get against my 
pussy hole and a few times it was just one slight bit of pressure from entering 
me but I always caught it in time to keep it fro happening.

"Dang it John, couldn't you have waited just a little longer until she helped me 
clear the table?"

My mom was standing there with her hands on her hips, looking 
frustrated.

"You know Mary, it's time," he interrupted her.

"Don't you even THINK about it you bastard," my mom exclaimed, hitting him over 
the head with her dish towel.  "You know how I feel about that."

"Hey, if I don't then one of those boys is going to so why not do it now and get 
it over with?"

I had stopped rocking as I listened to their debate.  What were they talking 
about now?  It seemed they always talked about me when I was around but didn't 
say enough for me to figure out what they were saying.

"Well, for starters, you're her father dammit."

"So?  You weren't so worried when that when it was YOUR dad doing it!"

"That was different and you know it."

"Oh yeah, then why didn't you stop after we got married? You wanted it as much 
as he did, admit it"

"Give me a fucking break, you know damn well why."

My dad had this look of fierce determination on his face and I knew the 
discussion was about to come to an end.  My dad tolerated only so much back-talk 
before he reached his limit.  I looked at my mom, my eyes pleading with her not 
to push dad any further.

"It's OK, mom," I assured her, although I wasn't really sure what I was agreeing 
to, "I'll do whatever it is that he wants."

"Wait Kelly, you don't have to do…"

My mom was briskly cut off by my dad.

"Shit Mary, she's my daughter and I'll do anything I damn well please with her.  
I'm tired of waiting, it's about time she put out."

Yep, whatever he wanted, I would do it.  Anything had to be better than seeing 
him get this angry with my mom.  Besides, he was right about one thing.  I WAS 
his daughter and as such it was my duty to honor and obey my father.  If there 
was one thing I knew, it was that my dad really did love me.  He only 
disciplined me when I was bad and deserved it.  I knew he 
would never do anything that would hurt me and so if it made him happy, I wasn't 
going to complain.

"What do you want to do to me daddy?"

"Kelly, you don't have to say that," my mom insisted.

"See Mary, now THAT'S what I'm talking about!" my dad said, a look of triumph on 
his face,   "At least our daughter knows how to take care of me."

My mom looked surprisingly hurt at that last remark and suddenly she looked like 
she was going to cry at any moment.

"I'm sorry, I just thought things could be different for her," she cried as she 
starting to sob into her towel.

It was if that was all she could say as she spun around and went around through 
the kitchen and dining room to go upstairs, talking the long away around to 
avoid having to come any closer to us.  I heard the bedroom door slam shut 
upstairs and for a moment, I just stood there, frozen in place and unsure what 
to say or do.  My dad knew exactly what HE wanted.

"Take off that damn t-shirt," he growled. "Let's see how those boobs are doing 
these days."

I pulled the t-shirt over my head and laid it on one of the chairs next to me.  
It left me nude, standing alone in front of my dad as he looked me over.

"Damn, you've certainly grown up lately.  Come over here."

I stepped closer to him and he reached around my waist and pulled me in tighter.  
His hands ran over me, not just my back and legs but over my little boobs and 
maturing pussy.  I was getting a lot more attention now at church and school.  
It wasn't just the boys either; many of the fathers were looking at me much the 
same as my dad was looking at me now.

My dad's finger started to work its way into my pussy and his palm rubbed up 
against my clit.  Thoughts of my crying mom disappeared as I felt the most 
incredible sensations start to build in me.  I knew he was doing this for his 
own sake and pleasure, but that didn't mean it didn't feel good for me!

"Ohhhh, daddy," I whispered softly.  "That feels good."

"God, you're such a fucking slut, aren't you?  It doesn't take anything to get 
you wet, does it."

With that he stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving him nude in 
front of me with his erect cock just barely touching me between my boobs.

"Yeah, you're ready.  I think it's about time," he mumbled more to himself than 
me.

Time for what?  I still had no idea what his intentions were for me.  Was he 
going to jerk off and cum all over me, something he'd been doing a lot more 
lately rather than cum in my  mouth or on my pussy the way he did when I was 
younger.

 "You want it, don't you?"

"Want what daddy?"

Despite how it may have seemed to him, I really wasn't trying to tease him.  I 
genuinely didn't know what he wanted or what he thought I did.  I just wanted to 
please him so anything he wanted, all he had to do was ask me.

"Don't play games with me little girl, you know you want me to fuck you, don't 
you."

I tried my best to hide my shock as his words sunk in.  Did he say that I 
wanted to be fucked by my DAD?  Was he serious?  Sure fathers did that to their 
daughters in his porn movies but they were just actors playing their parts, not 
anything for real.

My mind raced as I knew he wanted an answer.  Actually, what choice did I have?  
If my daddy really wanted to fuck me there were two options for me: give myself 
to him and try to enjoy it, or resist him in which case he would undoubtedly 
fuck me anyway.  Since both options had the same results so far as my pussy was 
concerned, I quickly made a decision.  It was actually the same I made in the 
past when similar options presented themselves – I gave in to him.

"Oh yes daddy, I want you to fuck me!"

The words flew from my mouth before I had a chance to really think about them.  
My god, what had I just said?  What kind of dirty slut was I becoming, asking my 
own dad to fuck me?

"Now THAT'S better.  So tell me how bad you want it."

My mind continued to race as I tried to come up with the words he wanted to 
hear.  I tried to remember some of the porn movies where a daughter gave herself 
over to her father.  Damn, it sounded so sexy when they said it,  why couldn't I 
remember the words?

"I want you to do it to me daddy…I want you to be my first.  I REALLY want it."

Well, it wasn't exactly Shakespeare but it was from the heart.  My father 
obviously wanted to fuck me and if that was what it was going to take to please 
him, then that was what I was going to have to let him do.

"That's my girl.  Now turn around and put your hands on the table."

I did as he told and he pulled me back until I was bent over, keeping myself 
from falling over by hanging on to the table for dear life.  His hands reached 
between my legs and spread them apart, like a cop getting ready to search a 
suspect.  My mind was still racing.  My god, could this really be happening?  It 
seemed like a dream, like I was watching from Outside my body.  Any moment now I 
would wake up and marvel at my overactive imagination.

I didn't wake up.

About the last thing I had expected to be doing today was losing my virginity to 
my father.  In my mind I'd always envisioned waiting until I was at least 
fourteen and then flirting with some boy from school and finally giving in to 
him and letting him fuck me.  Standing in the kitchen at age thirteen, bent over 
on the kitchen table, waiting for my dad to violate me, had NOT been a part of 
my fantasies to date.

"OK baby, this is going to hurt a little at first but don't worry.  You know 
your daddy would never do anything bad to you."

I didn't say a word as my mouth seemed empty of anything to say.  I couldn't see 
what was happening but I could feel his hands on my bare little ass and then the 
push of his cock head against the wet entrance to my pussy.  God, after how many 
times of feeling him there but trusting him not to enter me, now he was going to 
finally do it.  It was all happening so fast it was almost overwhelming.  Oh my 
god, my dad was really going to do it.  My dad was really going to fuck me!

My dad groaned as I felt his dick start to push up against me, harder than I'd 
ever felt it before.  He almost pushed me over as my tight little pussy resisted 
the invasion.

"Damn!  I can't believe you're so fucking tight!" he groaned.

Just then I felt something else between my legs and I looked to my side and saw 
my mom standing there, reaching towards my ass with one hand while she held 
something in the other.

"If you're going to fuck her, then do it right you idiot."

My mom was spreading something on my pussy and I felt her smaller fingers press 
slightly inside of my pussy, oiling it up and making it ever so slippery.

"There, that should help," she said to my dad in a voice missing of any emotion, 
almost robotic. Then she put her head down next to mine and whispered, "It's OK 
Kelly, just relax and it will make it easier for him to enter you."

Oh sure, relax.  Like THAT was going to happen any time soon.  Here I was naked 
in the kitchen with my father's stiff dick pressed up against me, trying to 
burst my cherry and my mom tells me to relax!

This time when my dad pushed up against me I could feel my pussy start to part 
but it was still too tight for him to push more than just the tip of it into me.

"Spread your legs apart more Kelly," my mom whispered to me, keeping her head 
down net to mine.  "Try to let your pussy just let him in."

I did as she said and my dad pushed hard again – REALLY hard.  Suddenly it was 
like the Red Sea parted as my pussy stretched out to accept him.  It was like 
when you're trying to blow up a balloon and it resists and resists and then 
suddenly it starts to fill and it gets much easier to blow into it after that.  
It was that way with my pussy.  It seemed like once his head managed to get in 
me, the thinner shaft followed easily and he pushed himself deeper inside of me.  
Oh my god, my dad's dick was in me!  My dad was fucking me!

"That's it baby, now get ready, it's going to hurt just a little," my mom warned 
me, running her hands through my hair as if to comfort me.

One more thrust by my dad and suddenly it was like somebody stuck a burning 
needle up my pussy.  A piercing pain made me cry out just a little, more a 
kitten mewing except it was me trying not to cry out too loudly as the pain 
seemed unbearable at first.

"Hold still John," my mom commanded.  The tone of her voice was such that for 
once my dad didn't argue but did just as she said.  When he stopped moving in me 
the pain seemed to grow less and then I felt my mom reaching under me and 
between my legs, her fingers finding my clit and touching it gently.

"Here, this will help take your mind off the pain," she said soothingly.  The 
softness of her voice together with the sensations she was creating with her 
finger did just that and I began to feel the lust building in me as the pain 
receded.

"OK John," was all my mom said to him.

My dad didn't hesitate.  He immediately started to push himself further into me.  
The pain intensified for a moment but as his dick slid into me the sensations it 
created inside the opening of my pussy, together with the circling finger of my 
mother on my clit, combined to help mask the pain.

"Well, I hope you're happy now John," my mom said in an accusing tone.

My dad was starting to stroke in and out of my pussy now, the movement of his 
shaft against the nerve endings in my pussy starting to build up more and more 
lust within me.

"God, finally!" he gushed, "I've been waiting so damn long for this."

As good as it felt, between the remaining pain and the thoughts that were racing 
through my mind, I wasn't about to cum any time soon, if at all.  All I could 
think about was what was happening to me.  It was so surreal! Was it actually my 
dad's dick I could feel inside of me?  Could it be really possible my own dad 
was fucking me – fucking his only daughter?  Fucking me right in front of my 
mother, in front of his wife?

"Oh fuck Mary, I'm going to cum!" he groaned.

"John, she's not…"

My mom never got finish as my dad let out a loud moan and I felt his crotch push 
up tight against my bare ass, ramming his dick in me as deep as he could.  
Suddenly I felt a warmth, like a warm douche, blossoming inside of me.  Damn, he 
was cumming in me!  My own father was shooting his sperm inside of my pussy!

Again and again he released his incestuous sperm inside of me.  I was 
overwhelmed with conflicting emotions, unsure how I SHOULD feel.  How is a girl 
suppose to feel when her dad fucks her for the first time?  Where is the sex-ed 
books does it tell you how to react when your own father mates you, when he 
fills you with sperm until it runs out your pussy and drips on the floor?  
What's a "nice" girl suppose to say to her mom when her dad's cock is deep 
inside of her, taking her father's cum for herself?

My dad held himself tight up against me for a few moments, his cock quivering in 
my sensitive pussy.  Finally he pulled out and spread my butt cheeks apart to 
look at his handiwork.

"Shit Mary, look at that.  My cum's dripping out of her!"

"Well, you damn well better hope it ALL drips out of her you dummy."

Then it dawned on me what she was worried about.  I wasn't on birth control and 
my dad had just deposited a rich load of sperm deep inside of me.  Oh my god, 
what if I got pregnant?  As much as I loved my dad, I don't think I could ever 
do THAT for him.

I stood up and wobbled uncertainly on my feet until my dad put his arms around 
me and held me tight against him.  My boobs crushed against his stomach and I 
felt his dick, still a bit hard, press up against me in turn.

"I love you daddy," I purred, feeling secure in his arms.  He seemed SO happy 
now and that made it all worth it for me.

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One year later…..


So here I was, alone in bed, waiting for my dad.  He liked to fuck me before he 
went to work and if I wasn't wet and ready for him there would be hell to pay.  
Of course by now I had been fucked by several guys, not to mention my uncle and 
some friends of my dad.  It was like I was his little cum slut, always there for 
him to fuck whenever he needed it.

Could I really complain?  I WAS his daughter, after all, and isn't that what 
daughters are suppose to do – please their fathers?


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Ending Note:

This was just a fantasy which I wrote it to show how a few minor changes 
in personalities and circumstances could have led to me leading a life of 
dominance and abuse rather than one of loving submission and respect that I have 
been lucky enough to have enjoyed

Just to be clear, my father loves me unconditionally and would NEVER "use" me in 
the manner portrayed in this story.  Yes, I DO try to please him but it's 
because of my love for him - as his daughter, not his slave.  Of course there is 
also an element of "duty" as I DO believe a daughter should offer herself to her 
father if he desires her.  At the same time, it has always been MY decision to 
give myself to him, not because of any "commands" on his part.  I am completely 
secure in the knowledge that even if I never let my dad fondle me again that he 
would still love me as       much as ever.  The key thing to remember is that I 
don't let him fuck me so that he WILL love me, I let him fuck me because he 
ALREADY loves me.

Anyone who knows my mother would agree that she would never have allowed these 
things to have happened.  Indeed, I look to her as our family "compass", 
steering us in the right direction when at times we maybe heading the wrong way.  
My father would NEVER hurt her in any way and I can't remember too many times 
when SHE lost an argument!

Speaking of hurt, my parents have never laid a hand on me in anger.  Of course I 
was disciplined growing up, I was no different that any other girl.

In conclusion, I hope this story illustrates what a fine line there can be 
between "good" incest, where there is mutual love and respect, and "bad"  incest 
where it is used as a rationale for abuse.  As always, I plead with parents to 
respect their children.  They are precious gifts from God and easily manipulated 
and abused.  It's up to YOU to protect them and teach 
them.


  
How My Life Could Have Been