   Pedo. Incest.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never be this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
   
   I hate to say that we mutually masturbated each other, but for the next few weeks, that was what we did. It was hard to keep our hands off each other. Before, when it was just me being stimulated, I could wait for my once a day that Dana would give me her gift. But now that we shared gifts, I was so turned on by giving my daughter pleasure, that every casual caress or contact seemed to lead to us groping each other and trying to make the other cum first. Where before, her helping me had been limited to the shower or bedroom, we now explored every room and position possible. Dana quickly discovered that she wasn't limited to the one or two orgasms like I was. We both realized that when one of us came it greatly increased the other's ecstasy and pleasure and soon we often came together. We used to just watch TV, but now it was hard to sit together without one of us fondling the other. 
   A couple weeks later, we were watching TV, and Dana was sitting in my naked lap lying back against me. She had reached between her legs and casually began to caress my cock. I naturally rose to the occasion. My hard cock fit nicely up between her legs. I saw her fill her small hand with lotion and she spread it across my cock. Dana wiggled my cock back and forth hard against her pussy, and then humped once. 
   Dana had innocently discovered a new thing, and I was dry humping my own daughter. Actually, she was dry humping me. Only it wasn't so dry. She had lubed us both up so much that my cock slid freely between her legs. Her grip, holding my cock hard against her pussy lips and rubbing her clitoris, was causing friction for me that was as good as fucking. Her hips set up a furious and hard rhythm bouncing in my lap. I hung on to the arms of the chair. I didn't help her, and I didn't need to. Without a word she ground her soft virginal secret place against my big throbbing cock. All too soon she grunted her way up to a gasping, whimpering orgasm, and I wasn't far behind. She peaked and her hips froze, but she still rubbed my cock against her pussy. I froze and stiffened also. Then I exploded up against her belly and chest, all the way up to her neck. I think this made her groan in more pleasure. 
   The next step in the evolution was entirely my fault. It was a Saturday morning and we had both slept in. I was still half asleep when Dana rolled me over onto my back. She then crawled over me but positioned her feet above my head so that her pussy was above my face and I could play with it while she played with my cock. It was a semi-innocent sixty-nine position. We had done it this way a lot of times. But this morning, as her hand quickly got my cock to stand stiffly into the air, I did something I probably shouldn't have. I was super horny and I could smell a sweet scent in the air. Her pussy was moist, pink, and open. It was a sweet fruit and I couldn't imagine anything softer. It begged to be eaten. I reached up and gently squeezed the soft, perfect globes of her butt. I then pulled her hips down a little, lifted my head under her, and licked her, running my tongue down the entire length of her pussy. Dana gasped and her legs gave out and all of her small weight pressed against my face. She then ground her hips against my face forcing my mouth harder against her. If I had intended to not introduce her to oral sex, it was instantly too late for both of us. Once I had tasted her sweet juices, I licked and slurped at her like a hungry dog cleaning his bowl. Dana couldn't do anything with my dick as she bucked and humped against my face. She started to cum, and cum hard. I didn't let her go and kept devouring her pussy. She whimpered, sobbed, and cried, but she kept humping my face. This must have gone on for at least fifteen minutes before she got one leg under her and pushed herself up and off of my face. She collapsed to one side of me. I turned her so I could cuddle her in my arms. She was gasping for air and couldn't speak. Finally she asked, "Oh my God, what was that?"
   "I don't think I should have done that." I was fully realizing we had just broken another taboo.
   "Why didn't we do that before?" She was serious and she was accusing me.
   "Because I didn't think we should."
   "Why not?" She was getting exasperated. I had to take a mental step back and remember that I was talking to my eight year old daughter, and not some adult woman. 
   "Because we shouldn't be doing any of this. This is wrong." My voice was beginning to rise and sounded desperate.
   "But it feels so wonderful." She sounded so mature. "I don't think it's wrong."
   As usual, most of my confusion came from me not believing some of the things I have to say. I needed time. 
   "Lets get some breakfast and we'll talk about this later."
   I fried the eggs and hash browns, and Dana prepared the toast and set the table. We sat together as we ate and planned the day. She did the dishes and I sat and thought about what to say. 
   I started and carefully chose my words. "I love you, but I am afraid that we are becoming lovers." She gave me a blank look. 
   I started again. "We can't get married."
   She smiled and giggled. "Of course we can't, but I love you."
   "Only married people are supposed to do this stuff."
   "Why?" It sounded like a child's question, but it wasn't really.
   "The white stuff that I squirt out of my penis, it's supposed to make my wife pregnant." I had slowly told her the facts of life for quite some time and she knew about sperm and intercourse and making babies. This information was nothing new to her. But, I didn't think she had ever applied it to herself or really understood what any of it meant.
   "But you don't have a wife, and you like when I make you cum." She reasoned. "You used to make yourself cum."
   I felt guilty. "I know it feels really good, but maybe we shouldn't do it. You shouldn't even know about it." I wasn't being reasonable.
   She just looked at me.
   "You should wait for someone like the man you're going to marry before you feel this good with someone. You shouldn't feel this way with me. Because, if you love me too much you might never love anyone else, ever, and you shouldn't love me forever."
   "But I'll always love you forever, you're my father." 
   I should have seen that dead end. "But I shouldn't be your lover. We can't have babies." She probably didn't know why, but I didn't give her time to ask. You might never find the right love for you, someone to be your husband." 
   "I think I can love more than just you. Charlie's mom has had three husbands." 
    She was right of course. She and I could always meet someone different as are lives led us apart. Why did my daughter have to become a freakin genius at arguing, and not be able to figure out a can opener? I knew I was running out of excuses. Maybe I was a bad father, and often I felt my daughter was smarter than me. I often shared my worries with her and sometimes she could help me out.
   I put my head in my hands and sighed. Dana knew that I needed help. 
   I started again. "It's against the law and I could go to prison if anyone found out." 
   But, that's not what really worried me. "I see all these women on Oprah who's fathers did stuff like this to them when they were girls. But I know these women had a lot of other problems and I don't think they were ever loved like I love you. I just don't know if this will mess you up."
   "I don't understand. I really like this and you haven't hurt me. You always say we're unique. You didn't do anything to me; I thought I was doing this." 
   I had to admit, I wasn't at all sure this would mess her up. That was just a possibility. Nobody kept track of all the girls who weren't hurt or even different. They weren't interesting. Psychologists who couldn't convince them that they had problems probably thought they were brainwashed or just subliminated or forgot. Maybe I was just convincing myself because I really wanted this closeness with my daughter.
   The second question I wondered was, 'What could I do?' She would never stop masturbating. I didn't want her to. She would never forget what we had done together. We had given each other an incredible gift of pleasure, and to take it back would be wrong, and would probably hurt her. I would try to slow down the process as much as possible. I didn't think I could stop it.
   Dana was waiting for me to decide. I looked at her and my heart melted. I could only say one thing. I held out my arms and said "I love you with all my heart."
   She fell into my arms for a hug that lasted a long time.
