   M/g Incest Pedo. Cons.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never feel this 
good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
  Fit Punishment
   By Pedro Feelya
   
   As a parent, I always tried to make the punishment fit the crime. I don't understand parents who spank their 
children if their child hits another kid for no reason. Hitting your child for hitting, makes no sense to me. If my 
daughter hit another child, I wouldn't hit her back or spank her, I would instead tie her hand behind her back for a 
couple hours. If my daughter left her toys out after being told several times to clean them up, I would throw them away. 
My daughter didn't have to eat vegetables if she didn't want to, but she would then have to swallow a big nasty vitamin 
instead.
   I was devastated when my twelve-year-old daughter was caught shoplifting some clothes from a store. I promised 
the store manager, that this would never happen again,,, anywhere,,, ever. I meant it. He saw how scared she was, and 
he believed me.
   When we got home, I explained to my wife what happened, and what I would do. I then turned to my daughter. 
   "You stole clothes. Now, for a week, you will not wear any clothes."
   My daughter was already afraid, but now her eyes widened, she stopped breathing, and her face paled. I could have 
grounded her for a week, and since it was summer vacation she couldn't go anywhere, but that wouldn't fit the crime. 
Now she was equally grounded, but it was because she wouldn't leave the house naked. I was proud of myself for 
having found the perfect punishment.
   "Take off your clothes."
   First, she pleaded, and then she cried. Finally, I told her, "You can take them off, or I will take them off for you."
   My daughter began by take her shoes and socks off first. Then she began slowly to pull her t-shirt off. She lifted her 
shirt enough that I could see her flat firm belly, and then slowly she exposed her barely maturing twelve-year-old 
breasts. I hadn't seen her chest in years. The contrast of her dark brown nipples on the bright white triangles of un-
tanned skin, was striking. Her nipples were going to be big, but with small areolas, like her mother's. Her breasts stood 
out from her ribs only a few inches, not enough to need a bra yet, but pleasantly curved and with her beautiful nipples 
sticking out in small cones.
   As she finished pulling her shirt from her head, her face had colored a dull red, and she saw me staring at her. 
Quickly, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Just as quickly, she bent and slid them down, and stepped out of them. 
   He legs were perfect; I knew that from seeing her in swimming suits. Her thighs were long and tan and lean. When 
she straightened, I could see she was wearing bright pink panties that were vaguely see-thru. 
   She hesitated, her eyes pleading with me one last time, and then she hooked her thumbs into the side of the panties, 
and bent and pulled them down too. For just a second, she straightened up in front of me. 
   If I had looked away at any time, it wouldn't be an embarrassing punishment for her, so I stared at the forbidden 
secrets between her legs. I thought she would have some dark pubic hair, but the cleft between her legs was bare.
   For only a second she stood there suffering, and then she bolted and ran for her room. It amused me a little. She 
was my daughter, and yet she hid from me like I was a stranger. Of course, it didn't make a difference to me if she was 
naked. I wasn't going to get turned on. She is my daughter after all. 
   I know that even though she is only twelve years old, she is already stunning. Her long dark, almost black hair, 
hangs down her back, almost to her waist, and she always has it in a pony tail. Her skin deep tans easily and 
beautifully. Her strong chin, sharp nose, and almost oriental cast eyes, come from the strong western Native American 
heritage on my side of the family. Her stubbornness comes from me too. 
   She stayed in her room the rest of the afternoon. Later that evening, she came out of her room, wearing a towel. I 
calmly walked over, and pulled it from her as she clung to it. Again, she ran for her room, her naked butt bouncing as 
she streaked from me.
   
   I work days, and my wife works evenings. But, our schedules overlap for an hour so we can always have dinner 
together. The next evening I came home and dinner was on the table as usual. I called our daughter to the table.
   "I'm not eating," she called back from her room. 
   "You can come sit with us, or we will have dinner in your room." I always offered unappealing options. She knew I 
would move the whole dinner table into her room.
   I heard her door open, and in a few seconds, she appeared naked in the dining room doorway. Her head hung down 
and she wouldn't look up. She had her arms crossed over her small tits, but her waist and pussy were bare.
   Quickly she walked to the table, and sat. My wife and I started to serve ourselves and eat. After a minute, our 
daughter uncrossed her arms and reached for a dish. Her pert bare breasts were exposed above the table, and I couldn't 
help but notice them as she stretched and lifted the heavy dish. Her nipples were well on their way to being as full as 
her mother's. Her right breast swelled as the muscles under it flexed to lift the dish. She saw me looking, but couldn't 
do anything about it.
   For the rest of the dinner, I tried not to notice her firm beautiful breasts so much, and she tried not to notice my 
noticing. By the end of dinner, I was becoming uncomfortable myself. 
   It's my daughter's chore to rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I usually helped clear the table and take 
some of the dishes into the kitchen. 
   My daughter got up from the table first, and I tried to concentrate on my empty plate, rather than have my wife see 
me ogle at our daughter's naked body as she walked into the kitchen. My wife got up next, needing to get ready for 
work. I then stood up, but discreetly had to rearrange my semi-hard cock in my pants to help conceal it.
   The effect my daughter's lithe sweet body had on me was only natural. I had been happily married for eighteen 
years, which meant that it had been months since I had sex, and years since I had interesting sex. My body was just a 
little confused and my mind had wandered, that was all.
   I gathered up a few plates and carried them to the kitchen. My daughter was at the sink, pressed up tight to the 
counter. I set the plates next to her, trying to block from my brain the sight of her slender sexy body and her flexed firm 
round butt. I turned to go past her, and somehow, the back of my hand brushed along her bare buttocks. 
   She instantly gasped a little. I don't know that if she had been fully dressed, that we would have noticed such 
incidental contact. As it was, the back of my hand burned with imaginary heat.
   I decided to leave my daughter alone, and to take a shower, put on my sweats, and head for the living room. 
Normally, after my wife went to work, I would spend a few hours reading or working on the computer, and then my 
daughter would come into the living room to watch her favorite TV shows.
   That evening, I thought she would pass. I was surprised, almost pleasantly so, when she appeared at the doorway. 
She was naked, but wasn't trying to hide it quite so much. She walked close to me to sit in her usual recliner, next to 
mine. As she passed the couch, she picked up a pillow. I figured she would try to hide herself with it, and when she saw 
my stern look, she tossed the pillow back. She then sat and soon she was involved with her TV programs.
   Sometimes, after the shows, she would put a movie on. Quite naturally, she announced as usual that she wanted to 
watch a movie. It seemed as though she had forgotten her discomfort at being naked. She stood up and went to the 
movie player under the TV. She bent over to pick a movie. 
   I know she didn't intend the view she gave me. She had bent over at her waist, and her white ass cheeks spread 
wide. I was staring directly at her tan colored puckered little butthole. Below that, and between her tan thighs, her white 
chubby pussy lips bulged down, and I could see a hint of a pink line between them.
   After a second, my daughter gasped, and twisted to look back at me, and then squeaked when she saw me staring. 
There was no question what I had been staring at, and what she had exposed of herself, right in my face. 
   Instantly she stood up and turned, and I thought she would run, but she didn't. She was staring at me, or more 
precisely, at my lap. I followed her gaze down. In the front of my sweatpants, there was a tall distinct tower as my cock 
strained up against the material.
   My daughter may only be twelve years old, but I think she knew something about what was tenting my sweatpants. 
I tried to shift my position in my chair to adjust my boner, without actually reaching in and grabbing it. I looked back 
up at my daughter, and she still stood, looking at my unsightly bulge.
   She noticed me looking at her, and instead of running, she walked quietly back to her chair, forgetting about the 
movie. I didn't care about the movie either, since I was fighting a war between my mind and my base desires.
   Both my daughter and I continued to pretend to watch the TV, but we weren't. My daughter kept glancing over at 
my erection, and I finally decided to reach into my sweatpants, and pull it up against my belly and trap my dick's head 
under the waist band. I tried to do it casually, but I failed. It seemed my daughter understood exactly what I was doing, 
and why. When I looked over at her, she was smiling at me, and it was my face that burned.
   Something in my daughter had changed. She slowly stretched with her hands above her head, purposefully 
displaying her small breasts as best she could. I wish she didn't then catch me staring, but she did.
   Then she ran her hands down her body erotically. They came together again just below her belly, and she spread 
her legs just enough to let her hands slide up between her legs. Her legs continued to spread, and her hands played 
inside her inner thighs. 
   I wanted to tell her to stop, but that would be admitting that I was being controlled by her, and it would be a victory 
for her. I should not have cared what she was doing, but I was suffering. It had been too long since I had sex with my 
wife's ugly boring body, and my daughter was a study in innocent sensual perfection.
   Finally, I had enough tormenting temptation. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. I was about to order her to stop, and 
give her victory over me, when I heard her stand up.
   "Goodnight daddy, I'm going to bed."
   I opened my eyes to see her step toward me. She then stopped right in front of me and bent over to give me a kiss. I 
lifted my cheek, but she missed a little. She kissed the corner of my mouth, and held the kiss. Then I felt her hand wrap 
around my hard cock trapped in my sweats. She firmly squeezed it firmly for a moment, then broke her kiss, and turned 
and pranced from the room.
   That night I took another shower and masturbated furiously to the memory of my wanton daughter's sexy body and 
motions.
   
   The next day, when I got home from work, I again called my daughter for dinner. She appeared again, naked, but 
not nearly so self-conscious. She sat at the table, but didn't seem to notice the glances I tried to hide from her. Now that 
I saw her as a sexy young goddess, my cock hardened and wouldn't go down. 
   After the dinner, I helped clear the dishes. In the kitchen, safe from my wife's eyes, I impulsively decided to get 
revenge for my daughter groping my cock the night before. As I passed her, I dropped my hand and got a handful of 
one firm plump butt cheek. I gave it a gentle squeeze. My daughter jumped and squeaked, and I walked away as though 
nothing happened.
   That evening, my daughter came into the family to watch TV at her usual time. Without my wife there, all of my 
daughter's movements seemed staged and sensual, as though she were purposefully trying to turn me on. I had been 
half hard since dinner, and now my cock quickly came to full attention.
   After she turned the TV on manually, she came to stand directly in front of me. I put away the book I wasn't 
reading. 
   "You shouldn't have touched me like that. That was very wrong of you," she announced primly.
   I felt a little crushed. She was right. I definitely shouldn't have grabbed my daughter's butt like that.
   "You should be punished too," she continued. "You should be naked also."
   Before I could even consider it, she reached down and was tugging at my sweat pants. I did feel terribly guilty. 
Maybe that was why I lifted my hips and let her yank my sweatpants down. My cock sprang free and slapped my belly, 
before standing embarrassingly proudly straight up in the air, as I lay back in the recliner.
   My daughter stared at it, mesmerized, but reached down and mechanically reached for my sweatshirt. She had 
planned this and was following her successful plan. She pulled my shirt off and threw it to the side too.
   I now sat naked, fully erect, embarrassed, and horny as hell. I stared up at my daughter. Was she going to jump on 
me and start fucking me? My fear was also my secret forbidden fantasy.
   Instead, she sat down in her recliner beside me. Sit, is just a general description. Her legs splayed wide and her 
hand was between them. I could see a small line of pink as she idly stroked the outside lips of her bare hairless pussy.
   My daughter was pretending to watch TV, but badly. She spent more time, studying my exposed and stiff cock. It 
pulsed and jumped occasionally, as she made exceptionally erotic moves.
    I was shocked when she suddenly twisted and sat sideways in her chair. Her feet fell across my lap, one ankle on 
either side of my upright cock. 
   "Why does your penis stand up like that?"
   "I don't know," I lied. It was the only sane thing I could do.
   My daughter was not nearly satisfied with that answer. She bounced up in her recliner, and then bounced over to 
mine without hitting the floor. 
   Now her legs straddled my thighs as she almost sat in my lap, with my cock standing up between us.
   "I know what sex is," she announced to me.
   I seriously doubted that, but I didn't know what to say to this vigorous naked young girl so dangerously close to my 
sinister manhood.
   "It starts with kissing." She leaned forward and slammed her face into mine, firmly and a little painfully. Her mouth 
was pressed up to mine, and she was sucking, but obviously didn't know what else to do.
   My intellect screamed that she shouldn't know what sex was, and she shouldn't learn it on top of me. But, my body 
instinctively responded to a passionate kiss by kissing back. As soon as I sucked back, and my lips matched up with 
hers, she melted into me, trapping my cock between our bodies. My intellect drowned and was lost in burning 
sensations.
   As I kissed the hot lithe female creature straddling my body, she learned quickly, and gave as much pleasure as I 
tried to give her. In some tiny corner of my brain, I realized this was my daughter, but that just seemed to fuel the 
intense perverse wantonness. It had been too long since I had been desired, or had any sexual release.
   I think we were both acting out of animal instinct by that point. As my daughter pressed her body to mine, I felt soft 
hot flesh slide up the shaft of my cock. And then she slid back down. She began sliding her pussy up and down the 
shaft of my cock caught between us. I could feel hot wetness on my cock and knew that her pussy lips had parted and 
my cock was plowing up and down inside her forbidden valley.
   We were still kissing passionately, mindlessly, when I reached up to grab her hips and pull her off of me. As soon 
as I grabbed her hips and froze her in mid movement, I felt an overwhelming sense of loss and abandonment. I would 
sell my soul just to feel her pussy lips slide over the shaft of my cock just once more. 
   I couldn't help it. I pulled her hips forward, and then let her sink back again. And again. And again. Soon I was 
moving her in a steady rhythm that was leaving us both breathless. 
   My daughter began to grunt, and then whine. She was flexing her hips, pumping herself, as I pumped her against 
my body. 
   Suddenly, I erupted. I didn't realize how close I was, until it was too late. My cock throbbed powerfully, and I felt 
hot semen burn inside it. I didn't realize how turned on I was, and I couldn't hold it back, it had been too long. My cock 
continued to pulse and throb.
   Then I felt the heat and then coldness of wet liquid between our bodies. I had cum all over my stomach, and my 
daughter's. She pulled back in surprise and looked down at the gooey white mess that clung to her.
   Now I truly felt ashamed. The lowest I have ever been in my life. Not only had I performed a sexual act with my 
daughter, but I had ejaculated prematurely. I almost couldn't tell which disgusted me most.
   My daughter didn't understand of course. She didn't know what to expect. I still felt emasculated and impotent. I 
felt blood and heat rush to my face, and I choked down an apology. I had to do something.
   I stood, still holding her hips, and she clutched at me. I then turned and lowered her onto her back, onto the recliner. 
She looked stunned and confused.
   "Stay here. Don't move, I'll be right back," I muttered.
   I walked quickly to the bathroom and got some washcloths. As I walked back to my little girl, I wiped my semen 
off my own chest and stomach.
   My daughter lay back in the recliner, just as I had left her. I knelt in front of her and between her legs. Gently I 
began to wipe my gooey semen off her belly.
   I couldn't help but see her pussy, now bright red from its rubbing against my cock. She hadn't had any satisfaction 
from me. I had failed as a man, and she would always remember her first time this way. It messed heavily with my 
principles.
   Her pussy was wide open. She didn't have the ugly inner pussy lips of an overly used older woman. Her clitoris 
still hid inside its hood, lighter pink than the rest of her valley. In the bottom of the valley was a darker red region 
where I knew that her precious intimate tunnel was buried.
   I had to make it up to my daughter. She deserved more pleasure for what she had given me. It was so easy to lean 
over and kiss the mound of her pussy. I felt her body stiffen under my hands. I had to show her how wonderful love 
could be. Her first experience with a man sould not be a confusing and disappointing one.
   I buried my face between her thighs, and licked strongly from the bottom of her valley up to the hooded button at 
the top.
   My daughter cried out and her thighs slammed together on my head. I would have thought she didn't like it, except 
that her fingers were buried in my hair and pulling my head tightly to her pussy, with all her strength. 
   I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I began to feast with all the skill I knew. I stuck my tongue down 
into her shallow tunnel, and nibbled at her sensitive clitoris. She howled quietly, and began wiggling her hips violently, 
almost sucking at my face.
   She came. There is no other description for it. I didn't know a twelve year old girl could cum. She began to spasm 
and shake uncontrollably. I continued to push her, trying to make it last as long as possible. 
   Finally she pushed me away.
   I had redeemed myself as a man, but condemned myself as a father. I had given my daughter her first orgasm, and 
possibly her first multiple orgasm.  Her naked body stretched obscenely before me, heaving and glowing, with her legs 
again spread wide.
   I had lost some of my erection before, after my premature malfunction, but I was painfully erect now. I stood up 
and leaned over my daughter's sexually stimulated body. Her eyes were closed and I hoped she was savoring the 
endorphins that flooded her brain. On impulse, I bent my head down and began to suckle on her partially mature 
nipples.
   I could feel her arch her back, pressing her breasts to my mouth. After enjoying each nipple, I looked up into her 
open eyes.
   She was looking back at me, hungry for more already. I was hungry too. I positioned myself over her, and laid my 
hard thick cock into the crease of her slobbery wet pussy.  I would again rub my cock against her valley of Eden. My 
daughter moaned, and flexed her hips, anticipating my thrusting against her.
   I began moving slowly, and ineffectually. I realized that to press my cock into the folds of her small pussy, I would 
have to lay my body firmly onto hers.
   She did not object, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me tighter. I began to pump against her, as 
though I was pumping into her. She tilted her head back and gazed, unfocused, at nothing. Her throat made sounds that 
were unnatural, but incredibly stimulating.
   I was in heaven, and in hell. Ten years of boring, unfulfilling sex with my wife was being drowned by an 
incomplete coupling with my own daughter. I was both the happiest and most disgusted person on the planet. Yet, I 
was also trying to get and give the maximum pleasure for both of us. I was drawing my full length of my cock in and 
out of my daughter virgin crease, pressing hard, and trying desperately to control myself from cumming too easily. It 
was hard enough trying to keep from pulling back too far, and accidentally slipping into her hole.
   My daughter screamed in real pain, and I froze. My cock was now painfully compressed and being strangled. I 
lifted my body from her, afraid that I had crushed her, and looked down between us. The head of my cock was not 
visible. My shaft disappeared between her legs.
   With shock and disbelief, I realized what had happened. She had shifted her hips, and I had been pulling back too 
far. I had impaled myself inside her. I had taken my own daughters virginity. 
   I was still frozen, with my throbbing cock deep inside my daughter.
   "It hurts," she whined, confused and not understanding.
   "God, I'm sorry. It always hurts the first time. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do this." I started to pull my cock 
back out, but my daughter went wild and began to claw painfully at my back. It hurt her too much for me to pull out, 
and I didn't know what to do.
   Slowly I eased back into her, just enough that the skin on the outside of my cock didn't slide.
   "Oh my God!" she gasped suddenly. "That felt good!" she moaned.
   I flexed again, moving only half an inch.
   My daughter whined again, but in a completely different octave. I had hurt her, accidentally, but now I could 
maybe make up for it. That is, if I could keep from cumming too soon in my own daughter's vagina. My mind spun and 
I knew that I was sliding in and out of insanity.
   Still, I continued to pump slowly. Sometimes half an inch, and sometimes an inch. My twelve year old non-virgin 
daughter was gasping and wailing underneath me. I was forcing pleasures on her that she should not experience for 
another six years.
   I was inside her anyway, and going to make the most of it, for her benefit. I continued to make short strokes, but 
then I felt the skin of my cock slide in her painfully tight grip. She was well lubricated with her own fluids. I thought 
she would feel pain, and maybe she did, but it was hard to tell by her wails that were only interrupted by her gasping.
   Now, I really started losing my mind, literally. The pain of my cock wanting to explode with cum, the pain of her 
tiny pussy squeezing it, and the pain of a decade of unfulfilling sex and impossible fantasies, it was all too much. I was 
going to hell, and to prison, so I might as well make the most of the ride.
   I began to pump into my own daughter's frail body, her sexy tight eager little body. So much sexual relief I needed, 
and now I could not hold myself back. I thrust in, long and hard.
   If I hurt my little baby, I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure if I could have stopped. But all I could hear was her wailing, and 
not crying. I tore my pleasure from her, but there was enough for both of us; more than enough.
   I felt the urge come upon me, from the deepest, most primal part of my brain. I coursed down my spine, and 
gathered itself in my lower back. Then it surged forward, forcing my hips forward as well. I buried myself deep 
between my daughter's slender thighs, and held my cock firmly against the far end of her virginal tunnel. I heard 
myself wail also.
   My cock seemed to swell, before a massive throb, and the pain was exquisite. I felt my incestuous sperm force its 
way into my daughter's womb, filling her completely. It seemed as though every muscle deep inside her was 
squeezing, trying to trap and hold my seed.
   I know my daughter felt all this. Her fingers had been clawing at my back, but now they dug in and she was lifting 
her entire body off the recliner. Her face was the mask of a demon. She did not breathe, but her mouth opened in a 
scream that only the angels could hear. 
   I have loved many women, and married the best I could find among them, but they were absolutely nothing. In my 
own child, I found a satisfaction so deep, it would change me forever. No other lover could begin to compare. I could 
only begin to pray that she could feel some tiny echo of the love I felt at that moment.
   The moment of ecstasy lasted less than a minute, and more than an eternity. But, it did end. As the endorphins 
faded, everything I had done wrong crashed into me, and it was too much to handle. I laid my daughter's barely 
conscious body back down on top the recliner, and then collapsed with her one leg pinned under me, and my still hard 
cock still firmly planted inside her tight body.
   I was sure my life was over, and even if nothing happened, I could not live without making love to my daughter 
again. 
   Then quietly, I heard her whisper, "I'm never wearing clothes again."
