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Dad, Always and Forever Ch. 01

By: Huntertheman



This is a story of real love, not just raw sex.

CHAPTER ONE

When I was a junior in high school, my parents divorced. My dad is a great person, hard working, and a real nice looking man. My mom, well she is a... slut ... she will sleep with anyone who buys her a drink. Not really for the booze, she just never says no and doesn't feel any guilt about her transgressions. She is attractive and still can attract nearly any man in the bar.

After the divorce I was to stay with mom, with dad having any visitation he wanted. Living with mom was hell. She worked as a legal secretary nine to five and had her special bar stool at her favorite bar every night after work and most weekends. She was among her friends, drinkers, smokers, and bull-shitters, who told the same old stories over and over. She brought home strangers and, or one of her "friends" many nights. We had a decent two- bedroom apartment with typical thin walls, so the same banging and huffing was apparent every time she came back with a guy. It got old very fast. She told me it was her home and I was just a kid so live with it and shut up.

Dad is commercial airline pilot and makes good money, some of which was paid every month as child support but it was more like support for the bar owner.

Dad is a hunk, he was 20 when I was born. Mom got pregnant and dad did the honorable thing by marrying her, and, yet I never felt he didn't love me, regardless of the reason for the marriage. I think dad did try to tolerate mom's trashy behavior for my sake, but the final straw was an incident that happened at one of my high school basketball games, (I play a good game of hoops). She came to the game late and sat by him to cheer for me. She was flat out drunk, loud, crude, and I was so embarrassed, I finally left the game crying. During the divorce I stayed with dad, but the judge was one of those who believed a child needed to be with the mother. Big mistake. I stayed about six months in the apartment with mom, but really was at dad's more than mom's. As part of the divorce, dad kept the house, a modest comfortable ranch not far from my school so I was able to walk home to dad's place every weekday. I was feeling I had to make up for mom's problems. I worked hard to keep the house clean and show dad how much I loved him.

Before I proceed, let me give you a brief physical description of myself. I am about 5'5" 125 pounds, long dark hair, and —I think — a nice chest, and a firm butt, at least that's what the guys say. Dad calls me a beauty, but he is prejudiced, although the hormone driven guys at school seem to agree. 

Now like I said, dad is a hunk, about 6' tall 200lbs. He is very attractive and keeps himself fit. The garage at the house has a lot of exercise equipment and because he works out several times a week, has these terrific pecs and hard flat stomach. Many of my girl friends have expressed an interest in him that is not fatherly. He is also quite well endowed, and I love to watch him when we both are using the equipment. I try to attract his attention and make him realize how mature I am, but he seems to still view me only as his daughter. Some how I plan to change that, since time is my friend. 

One morning when I was sitting at the kitchen table having a bowl of cold cereal one of mom's visitors came from her bedroom tucking in his shirt. 

This greasy haired salesman stopped and leered at me saying "Wow, you're a looker, I could like it here if your anything like your mom." 

I glared at him, stopped chewing, poked my index finger down my throat and gagged throwing up the mouthful of half chewed cereal onto the table. He grimaced and fled on down the hall and out the front door. What a sleaze.

During the summer I told dad how bad the arrangement was with mom and that I wanted to stay full time at his house. He said if mom agreed he would love to have me stay with him. Mom never even tried to disagree, she just shrugged and said "whatever". With that, I moved in the next day and took my place as the female member of the house. I had hot flashes thinking what I wanted to do with my dad. 

Oh, by the way, I am now 18 and with a little research found out that I am past the age of consent in this state. Cool information.

Dad seemed defeated after his failure at marriage and appeared to have lost interest in other women. I viewed this an opening for my undivided attention. Just a few days after moving in full time and him coming home late at night after a 3 day flight plan, I made my first move. I stayed awake to greet him with a light supper and a big smile.

I gave him a warm hug, wearing an oversized night shirt, no bra. He was receptive and returned the hug with real fatherly love. After the meal, I moved around behind him and massaged his neck and shoulders. He sighed and said how great it felt, too bad mom never tried to be so nice. I said how tight his muscles felt and if he would get ready for bed I would love to continue the massage on his back. I led him to his king -sized bed and folded back the comforter. I said for him to get loose clothing or pj bottoms on and I would be back. 

"Would you like a drink?" hope, hope, to which he replied a bourbon and water sounded great. I probably put extra alcohol and very little water in the glass, but I won't tell if you don't. 

When I returned he had pj bottoms on and was stretched out lying on his stomach in the middle of the bed. He turned and took the drink, took a couple of sips while we chatted about his day and then I pushed him back flat on the bed. He returned to his stomach and as he was in the middle of the bed I had to straddle him to rub his shoulders. 

My breast ached and I was afraid my crotch was soaked as I thought about what I really wanted. I am a virgin and the most desirable male in the world was a few inches away from my pussy. Wow,_how do I handle this? Dad seemed unaware of my desire. My mind was racing. How do I get him aroused with out seeming totally wanton? 

I started by rubbing his back, then lower back and then slowly worked toward his firm butt. For the time being, I skipped his butt and started on his muscular thighs, which I had to pull slightly apart and then even more apart, as I kneaded the muscles and worked in toward his inner thighs. Dad's breathing changed slightly and he squirmed a little as I got close to the important area. Not to push things I started telling him how great a dad he was and how much I loved him. 

I said I wanted to be the important woman in his life and take care of him in ways mom had failed. I gently slipped and brushed his balls, then sat down firmly on his calves, with my now very wet crotch-- which will become apparent to him very soon. I did not remove my hand from his beautiful sac as I slowly slid my hand underneath and ever so lightly stroked his increasingly interested cock. My God how it suddenly came to life. Dad was now sweating and his face deeply flushed. He groaned and had to readjust to allow for the increased size of his member. 

I sensed that Dad was wavering on his predicament. Should he try to recover his righteousness, or allow our mutual lust to kindle. I pushed for the latter, I wanted him so badly, he was fighting for salvation and I fought to push him over the edge. Dad turned and sat up, reached out and gripped my face with two hands. 

I was on my knees and had tears sliding down my cheeks, I said, "Please kiss me. I mean a real kiss". 

Dad's big hands were so soft on my cheeks as he pulled me to him. He brushed my lips and then hesitated a few centimeters away. I decided to take matters in my own hands. I dipped my head forward and crushed his luscious lips, forcing my tongue into his mouth. This was not a father daughter kiss. I wanted him completely. I was pushing my own dad backward onto the bed, never breaking our heated kiss. 

Dad finally held me away a bit and stared into my eyes. I never wavered, as he asked "Do you know what this could lead to?" I told him I would love him forever and would probably die if he didn't want me the way I wanted him. He looked down at my firm tits and rock hard nipples, then I knew I had him. I renewed the kiss and touched his gigantic cock, wrapping my hand firmly around his girth. He pushed his hands slowly up under my night shirt and lifted it over my head. He kissed, then lightly lipped my sensitive nipples as I groaned and wiggled my crotch on his thighs. 

I sat upright and then stood on the bed directly at his eye level as I slipped off my soaking wet panties. I stood quietly and he stared at my most precious virgin muff of down. 

I sensed a tender loving emotion from him as both as a dad and an imminent lover.

Dad inched forward and kissed my downy fur, then with so much tenderness, placed a single finger on my slit. He was so gentle I quivered and when he slid the finger into me a little more, I moaned almost animal like. His eyes were moist with love and lust. Dad pulled me to him and licked my cunt to sample my juices, then he more eagerly sucked and tongued me while inching my legs apart. I held his head with both hands and pulled him deeper into me. It was heaven, my legs were shaking, getting weaker as I was realizing my greatest dreams come true. I was the one who had to change positions when I felt I could no longer stand. I pulled away and knelt in front of him working my hands around his engorged cock. He stifled a moan as I slid off his pj bottoms. 

I pushed him back onto the pillows and kissed my way to the throbbing pole, which I continued to hold firmly, subconsciously not want it to ever get away. When I finally took the tip in my mouth he shuddered obviously giving his approval. This was my learning experience and it had to be perfect. I hungrily swallowed all that would fit in my mouth and then lightly chewed at the fleshy pole. I licked and nibbled up and down that gorgeous phallus, then started sucking it in and out like a piston in a motor.

Try as I could, there was no way I to get it all in my tight little mouth, but it didn't seem to bother dad as he lay there as if he was in heaven. I looked up at him as I swallowed his cock and noticed his eyes focused on my mouth around the cock that had once spewed the sperm that formed my life into the womb of that woman we both did not want as any further part of our life. 

Dad said in a guttural tone, gasping, "Baby, you need to pull away. I can't control what will happen if you continue." 

Ignoring him, I simply smiled and sucked harder as if to indicate to him I wanted him to lose control. He surprised me when he unexpectedly blew his wad as if he really couldn't hold back anymore. The proof was the amount and velocity of his cum that he shot deeply into my throat. I could not swallow fast enough to get it all, so some of his nectar trickled down my chin onto his belly. 

After a multitude of come shots he weakened and just pulsed with diminishing efforts. The taste was exciting and definitely something I would love to have more often. 

There were still some small puddles of come on his tight belly, so I licked up a good sized one and grinned at dad saying " That could have been one of my brothers or sisters I just swallowed." We both broke out laughing as I slid and rubbed my breast around on the rest of the come on his belly.

Dad looked at me for the first time as a woman, then he said "Love is a two way street". He placed me on my back in the center of the bed and knelt between my open legs. He kissed me all over and the heat of the touch sent me spiraling. He licked at my slit and lightly probed with a finger, finding my clit, flicking it softly. My hips bucked up off the bed violently as if I received an electric shock. Never had I dreamed such a touch could be so amazing. His tongue went into my pussy and his finger roamed my pussy lips, I could feel pressure building and pulsating. 

I wanted him to dive clear in to my cavernous, moist hole. More, more I thought. Finally dad gave me what I so craved. My very first climax hit so hard I screamed and grabbed his head. It seemed I held him in place over my throbbing cunt for an eternity as I rode the crest of waves of my shattering climax.. Finally subsiding, I panted and with wide-open eyes looked at him in amazement. What a fool my mom was to ever lose this man. I would keep him with me forever.

As we lay there both quite spent I told him of how I plotted to do this and would not have let him escape. I explained that he should never feel guilty because of my intent. I went on to say we were to be man and women in every extent. It was him, and only him I loved as a man. I wanted him to desire me as much as I did him. 

Dad asked me if I was a virgin and I replied "yes, I wanted you to be my first and maybe only lover." Dad said "in that case we could continue because you are the most desirable woman I have ever seen, or tasted". 

I noticed his member was back alive and it's intent was obvious. Dad leaned over me and slowly rubbed that beautiful head of his cock on my pussy. I was eager, to say the least, to feel him penetrate, deep, deep into my hot slit. He slid inside an inch, it was so intense and hot. I wanted it all. Now. Dad eased into me until he felt the barrier, my last virgin moment. He pushed slowly, I felt a slight tear, not really any pain, just a parting of that little girl becoming a woman. I pushed up and he slid a little deeper, the feeling of that large rod filling me was beyond any thing I dreamed of. 

It was huge, hard, hot, and every vein was noticeable as it slid through my tight channel. I admit I was thinking the first time would hurt, but that didn't happen, the good feeling was intense, overwhelming. I wanted it last forever, but that pulsing, contraction feeling zipped to life and after only a few minutes I was in orgasm heaven. In fact it was so hard I cried real tears. Dad started to pull out fearing he was hurting me, but I clung so tightly he was trapped inside of me. 

I whispered "Don't move. Stay, stay there forever." 

I felt him relax as he understood. We lay for a long while wrapped together. I whispered over and over "I love you with all my heart, I love you." My dad cried softly and kept squeezing me. When he started lightly brushing my breast with his lips, I thought, I want this, I want to be with him here in OUR bed.

I told you my dad was a real man, and in only a couple of minutes he was fully erect again, I may have helped, as I grabbed his cock hard and jerked it to full attention. I wanted him to think I was aggressive and would demand a lot of his affection for a long time. I knew he wanted back inside, deep inside so he could come where it would feel the best. I think he wanted that only half as bad as I did. I wanted to make him mine, all mine. He slowly stroked into me full length, only changing rhythms occasionally, pausing, hurrying, and sometime pounding hard into my receiving cunt. It was sensuous and it lasted, and lasted; and finally; unbelievably I started to come again, a little bit more controlled, but strong, demanding. 

I kissed his ear and said "Come in me, now, hard, now."

It worked, he gasped and unloaded powerful spurts of come that triggered my controlled coming. It then skyrocketed into intense blasts, sweat poured over my quivering body. Spent at last, we held each other all night. The next morning we woke up, and started making love again in our king--sized bed.

I am my dad's woman in every way. We love every time we touch, and I intend to keep him so satisfied he will never want anyone else. He is the greatest. Our life together will go on and we probably will have more stories to tell you. 

Dad, Always and Forever Ch. 02



Hope you had a chance to read the introductory story. If not, here is a short recap: My folks divorced last year, I was a junior in high school. Mom is not a responsible person, dad on the other hand is totally cool. That summer I turned 18 and moved back home with dad. I made myself his woman in every respect. Mom is history and with dad's love, I'm in heaven.

The first summer with dad was spent convincing him how much I really loved him and I did this by giving him --more like using him -- all the sex he could handle. Sex with dad is the greatest thing imaginable. We made a decision that I was to go on the pill, so now there is no limit to how much I can ravish him. My next move was to ask dad if we could afford to re-do some of the house, particularly the (our) bedroom. I wanted to remove all traces of mom and feel that room was special for us. 

"No problem, here's a credit card with both of us authorized to sign for any purchases." 

I waited to until dad was gone on his 3 day flight schedule and first had new paint applied to the walls and ceiling, by "exceptional college students". That's all they did was paint - sorry, you perverts. Then I put new drapes up and made the bed, it looked so fresh and virginal. The old carpet was a strange green so I found two area rugs to cover most of it. One rug became the center piece, please don't ask about the price. It was the 8' x10' imported deep plush wool, black with a rose and other flowers in center and around the perimeter. Now the room didn't feel like anything mom had ever touched. The room felt light and fresh, I couldn't wait to see dad's reaction. I had a plan to make him love it anyway.

I met dad at the door, big hug and kiss, eagerly dragging him down the hall to our room. Dad was impressed with the bright colors, everything did really come off well. Several candles were burning on the dresser to mask the slight fresh paint smell. I helped him off with his tie and jacket, as we chatted about the last few days and with a couple of extra deep kisses. I looked down and could tell he was glad to see me. Seeing this as a good sign, I backed away and slowly pulled off my tube top and lowered my cut-offs, no panties, I seem to forget to wear them a lot anymore. Dad was entranced and stared at my lush young body. My damn nipples were perked out extra long again, but he loves them so I let him see them often.

I slowly lower my nude body on that special black carpet, laid back and tented my knees up. I swayed my legs opened and closed several times and beckoned him toward me. 

I said in a sultry tone "How about we break in the rug the right way. Come to me big boy." 

Dad was breathing heavy already and he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He was so excited he couldn't even remove his cuff-links, finally gave up on them in frustration and simply opened his fly, kneeled down and jammed that delicious rod into my waiting slit. I was so happy I instantly climaxed on the first stroke. 

I was somewhat disappointed, but really didn't mind because I know I usually get another couple in before he gets close to unloading inside me. But, wouldn't you know it, this time he lasted about 2 minutes. Not much to describe, this "roll on the rug" was unreal intense and fierce, set a record for arousal for both of us I guess. I felt things were perfect and hugged him hard.

After about a minute dad started laughing, he said "I haven't done that in years, that was like a teenager in rut." You can't begin to know how good that me feel, think we'll be using the new rug frequently? 

I rolled over on top of dad and sat on his hard belly, loads of fresh come seeped out and coated him. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. 

Dad stared hard at my extended nipples and said "Those are the most beautiful erotic nipples in the world." I sat back up as he slowly brushed my tits and rolled those long nipples in his fingers. My eyes were closed, the sensations was numbing. 

Dad moved his hands to my hips and slowly pushed me, sliding on our juices down to his pubic hair and then pulling me forward up to his chest. He did this several times and the sensation of his muscles hitting my clit sent me in orbit again. When I finished shaking, Dad said " I think we need to shower, one of us made a mess."

Before I started my senior year at school, we had several discussions about how to maintain our relationship, (none of which would effect the love making). Dad told me I was to still think like a teenager, therefore would need to see and do things with people my age and other ---BS. I knew he was worried I would someday feel I was cheated out of that "time of my life" and hold it against him for robbing me of the memories. I agreed to like - have dates-- --puke-- and go to proms, even while I was agreeing I was already planning on how not too. Long and short, I did go to an open air concert with a nice boy. 

Up front rules, no fooling around, friends only, "I distinctly plan on being a virgin when or if I ever got married". 

The concert was a re-enforcer of my feelings. When I got home, I got undressed and crawled into bed beside dad. He rolled over and asked how it went? 

I told him "It was an eye opener, not real sure what happened on the stage, but the tiny- dicked boy kids and sex starved girls flopping around in the grass and back seat of the cars was either entertaining or nauseating, take your pick." 

I reminded him to scratched off dating, not my thing. To make sure he understood, I slid down his chest and started kissing toward my prize possession. When it was at full glory, I swung over and straddled him taking the full length first stroke. He writhed and pushed up while I bounced up and down with increasing speed, then I squirmed forward to lean into that vital spot and rubbed myself to a mind blowing climax. We switched positions, and dad gently and slowly made me come again and again and again. I think I passed out because the next thing I knew was when he growled and plunged deep into me spurting stream after stream of hot sperm. 

As we were sinking into sleep mode I said "Thank you for saving me from having to go through that clumsy period of life. I feel like I went from gangly little girl to woman, skipping the groping search for who am I". 

In the warmth and after glow I asked dad not to make me have any more dates. He was quiet for a while, then responded "Agreed with the exception - you will go to your senior prom with a boy". 

It worked out fine, the yearbook came out and the prom was scheduled near graduation. My yearbook picture was perfect. I looked mature and beautiful. The caption was "Beautiful -- Ice Maiden." I beamed with pride. The picture made me hot for dad.

Next came the Senior Prom, I asked a nice boy if he would like to go, since I was pretty sure no one would ask me, as they thought I was off limits and "ice". The deal was I would enjoy the dance and be politely correct with my date. I would do this if Dad agreed to be there as a "chaperone". I was going to my senior prom to dance with my love. Talk about making memories. The night was perfect, my date was a very well behaved young man. We danced a lot and had fun. I also got several heart thumping slow dances with a certain chaperone. He made all the boys look like --well-- boys. Special treat - dad danced with me for our favorite song Save The Last Dance For Me.

It was all I could not to rape him on the dance floor. During this sensual dance I held dad tightly, he whispered "Relax princess, enjoy, it's just a matter of self control." 

I pushed away a few inches and with my gremlin smile whispered back "Just a matter of self control,... huh...then... hummm... why do you have a hard-on? Remember it's just a matter of self control". Smiling to myself I thought, I won that round, no question.

Graduation day --got good grades, so college is in and high school is over. No more association with teenagers --Thank you Lord.

Dad was concerned about me not visiting with mom, although she never made any effort to contact me either. I now drive a sharp two door Celica because I do most of the shopping and run errands for the household. No excuse not to see your mother. I drove to the apartment and knocked shortly after her work on a Tuesday. Surprise, mom was home. We chatted about nothing for about ten minutes, you know, about how school had gone, how was life going, did I have any plans for the summer, etc. etc. 

She glanced at her wrist watch. I picked up on the not so subtle hint by saying, "Well, thought it would be nice to see you, but gotta run, buy groceries, get supper". Mom's comment "Your dad always did want some one to wait on him hand and foot ". She's clueless, really.

The summer was awesome, made love with dad nearly every day he was home. Quite a few days we found time for extra credit sessions. It seemed like every time I thought that was the best sex ever, I find the next time even better. The high light was about mid August when dad said he had a surprise graduation gift for me. I thought the Celica was my present, but he said that was just a little one, this was the big one. 

He arranged to take a vacation to the Bahamas with his special woman -- ME. We fly free, of course, and stay in 5 star hotels with major discounts. It was, like a chance to be a man and woman, not have to hide our affections. When we arrived, dad dropped off the luggage and we went on a shopping spree, duty free. The best purchase was a very expensive black sheath, it fit like a second skin. Remember I am not a tiny little thing, still about 5'5" 125 lbs. I am well built, if I have say so myself.  

Dad took me to a luxury spa where I had the works done. I could spoil easily if that's how the rich live. New hair-do, light make up, now I felt like a movie star. Dad found a pearl choker that was perfect and even insisted on diamond stud earrings. I knew this was to be a special time in my young life.

I decided to take advantage of this and asked if I could buy myself a special gift. Dad said the sky's the limit for my little girl. So I took the credit card and went out alone out to find what I wanted more than anything. Later, when we got together in the room, we made leisurely love so as not mess up my "coiffure". Dad gave me a very erotic moisture towellette bath that almost made me say screw the hair- do. But, the night was too special of an event, so we went out, had wine and dinner at the top of the casino. I must have looked years older because no one even questioned my request for alcohol. We kissed and held each other like lovers do. We went out on the dance floor and clung to each other barely hearing the romantic slow melody. 

Dad was holding me close and his hand slowly slid lower on my back, I smiled because he would not find any panty line when got to where he was headed. After a few minutes I pulled back a little and asked dad if he was interested in what I bought for myself. Of course he smiled and said he would love to see it, but didn't want every other male in the room to start panting. I think he assumed I purchased, like some sexy underwear. I shook my head and brushed my left hand across his lips. So gentle, and it lingered there as he closed his eyes and touched his lips on my fingers. 

I whispered "look at the ring finger on your lips", his eyes shot open and the big rock in the wedding ring set gleamed like fire in the lights. 

I quietly said "We are now married in my eyes, don't you ever stray or I'll bust your balls, dear." 

The rest of the night was spent back in the room. Sex, more sex and when dad had that hard cock buried in my cunt I softly swore to keep him inside me forever. Probably not practical, but that's how our honeymoon trip went. We finally went home, the only drawback was we didn't get much sun tan. We really didn't have anyone who would notice the rings, so I kept them on. Dad had never discussed getting a divorce with any co-workers, so it was easy to fill in as his wife, not that we socialized with them anyway. 

To top it off, our passports simply said - Kenneth Alan Matthew.. etc.. and mine said Kylee Sara Matthew, do you get it -- Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Mathew - who's to know?

Life is the best, yet there is better to come in part 3. Later - ty for reading this, hope you enjoyed.



Dad, Always and Forever Ch. 03



CHAPTER THREE

This is our story, I was a junior in high school when my parents divorced. Shortly after my 18th birthday I moved in with my father and became his lover and the woman of the house. The previous section detailed my final high school year and my assuming the position of Mrs. K. Mathews.

As I begin this last part I am sitting in the bay window seat at our home. I am now 26 years old and am nearing graduation from law school. I am at the top of the class and will take my bar exam this fall. So many things have happened in the last few years, none have diminished the love I share with dad.

During my freshman year in college mom was killed in an auto collision. She was a passenger in a small car that changed lanes and hit a large truck head-on. Alcohol was a factor, her male friend, the driver was apparently very intoxicated. Dad went with me to the funeral. We both stood there during the ceremony and felt sad, but the tears would not flow. It was almost like it was bad, but far removed from our lives. 

I said "I feel empty, but I can't cry." Dad said "Know what you mean, to me it feels like an old book that I read and placed on a shelve, no intention of ever reading it again." 

Mom and me had never had a bad relationship, it was I guess, distant, not much in common. All during my growing up dad was my rock, the only parent with love to give. 

About a week after the funeral a lawyer called and advised me mother had a life insurance policy with me as the beneficiary. I was surprised, and upon learning it was $150,000.00 with double indemnity for an accidental death or $300,000.00, was shocked. This windfall would completely pay for my continued education. I would actually become an attorney. I left her attorney's office and went directly to mom's grave. I stood there feeling confused. I had lost my birth mother, and by her death been given funds to secure my future. I wanted to cry and feel joyful at the same time. I said something like, "Thanks Mom, and I won't make the same mistake you made." I was really thinking, "I will never give up dad."

I remember going home and that night and as we lay in bed I asked my dad about his marriage with mom. Dad said he and mom were in the same school and she had a reputation of promiscuity. He was one of many that had sex with her. He said she was the first girl he had screwed. Mom told him she wanted go steady with him and he jumped at the chance, as it meant sex whenever he wanted it, teenage male hormones. 

He shook his head and told me "Your mother wanted sex daily and we experimented in every way conceivable. It wasn't long before mom got pregnant and he did the proper thing and they were married a few days after his senior graduation.

Mom even taught him about anal sex saying that during her period any sex was better then none. That caught me off guard because dad had never suggested we try anal intercourse. 

So as we lay there I thought I got 300k from mom today and now I am going to do one more of her things. I snuggled up to dad and said "Teach me". 

He said "We have great sex all the time, why do you want to try that?" My reply, "If you enjoyed it with mom, I want to do it better, besides I also have periods." 

My first sexual experience in the rectum, dad started by making slow love, kinda like, in reverence of mom's funeral, then he went doggy style and made me come hard as he finger flicked my clit and pounded his hot hard cock to the hilt in my pussy. I was wet and hot when he pulled out and wet my ass with several strokes of his cock head, dragging my juices up for lubrication. I braced not knowing what to expect and felt that large bulb pop into my tight ring. I tried to relax and let him in farther, but the pressure was extreme. He pulled out an inch and began making short strokes and returned his finger to the top of my cunt. As he toyed with my clit and gently pushed that golden rod into me I was lulled into bliss and before I knew it the short strokes were full depth. The feeling was unbelievable, it felt like his cock was so deep inside me, nearly to my throat as I knelt there, butt in the air and my head on my arms. Dad grabbed my hips and began to hammer my ass, driving in, making his balls slap hard against my cunt. 

Later we would find a position where those balls would swing and slap my clit every thrust. Talk about a rush. Dad must have loved the sight and feel of my firm butt as he came so hard he lost his breath. He said it was "Damn near heart attack material." It was another of those better than the other best ever.

I remember once when we had a rough spot in our relationship. Kenny was depressed, but denied it for a while. One night when we were making love, he made sure I had an organism, then he pulled out before he came. 

I knew something was bothering him and as he lay there on his back, I said, "Hey, this is me you just screwed. Want to tell me what is happening to our sex life?"

He finally said, "I feel I am robbing you of a good life. Your beautiful, smart, you could have any one you choose. You could get married, have kids, all the normal things."

I got mad. I punched him hard in the ribs and yelled "That's bull shit, you get that out of your mind or I'll kick your butt. I want only you, good, bad or what ever. Don't you ever say that to me again."

Kenny said, "I just want you to have everything you deserve in life."

I hugged him hard and said "I already have everything I need and don't you try to take it away from me. I love you, only you, you big lug."

He said "I'm scared, I love you so much it hurts."

Here's a good memory, we had the shower remodeled making it about 5' square, all tiled with twin opposing shower heads. We had great sex so many times in that little room. Now we had warm water spraying on us regardless of were we stood, or knelt. 

I remember now when we discovered this one; we were standing up with my legs wrapped around dad's waist as he held me up and drove his stiff prick into me. He leaned back away and I did the same, so we both could look down and see his stiff sliding in and out. I reached up turned the shower spray to pulsing stream and directed it onto his shaft just at the opening of my slit. Sensational, that hot pulsing stream vibrated clear up inside me and -- BANG - a major climax, followed by his ripping spurts of come. All this; by just standing still and letting the water do the work. Wow. Another better then that other, you know what I mean? 

Do you remember that darn black area rug in the bedroom? It is still our favorite rough house sex location. Dad likes to revert to "teenager in rut" sometimes. When our sex is a quickie it always seems to be on that rug. 

I love that rug.

One special night we lay in bed after a robust love session, I was, of course, nude and spooned into dad's stomach. As I was drifting into slumber land, my mind recalled, how ever since I can remember dad was there for me. At a very early age I would crawl up on him as he sprawled on the couch. I remember feeling loved, warm, and most of all safe. With those big arms around me I knew no body could get me. Now after all these years here I was wrapped in those strong arms and loved, warm, and safe again. 

Had a flash back about how once I had kicked down to push myself up closer to his shoulder and inadvertently kicked him in the family jewels. He jumped and told me that "You only touch that area with love." 

On this particular night I awoke and had to relieve myself so I left the bed for a few minutes. When I returned, with a cooled down derriere, I snuggled back to where I had just left. I remember it went something like this; I reached behind me and cupped my love's balls with a gentle loving touch. Almost felt like I was apologizing for the kick 20 years ago. 

I thought dad was asleep, but he softly whispered, "Do you remember when you were a little tyke how you would climb on my lap and snuggle up? I would wrap my arms around you to keep you safe, it feels like we are in those old days again. I love you little girl." My eyes were wide open, how could we both, at the same instant, be thinking of the same old memories.

I laugh now thinking of college, I used those precious wedding rings to keep guys away. If I got approached, I would tap my rings and shake my head. Most took the hint, but a few persisted, and by pumping up my biceps and then doing an ape walk - made them realize the pain might not be worth the chance of scoring. I worked part time as a clerk in one of the uppity law offices here in town. Same move, tapping the rings also kept them at bay. Most were puffed up egos, rich egos, but nothing I would ever trade for a single minute with dad.

It was about the end of my first quarter senior year I ask dad to grant me a small favor. I now think he was afraid I was about to tell him I wanted to taper off our relationship or something like that as he was quite apprehensive about my request. 

I kissed him deeply and said "This will only firm up our love, relax, It's only a matter of self control." We both recall that sensual prom dance and the heat later that night. 

He said "You have complete control over your life, I'm just your servant". Yeah right. I'm sure that was to make me feel I could end our love, break his heart, but with his blessing. Foolish guy. 

I had a hunch, female intuition, what ever, I had to know. My request was for us to go to our doctor and have a complete physical exam, including blood panel testing. That's not too much to ask, is it?

About 10 days later the exam results were back. I knew it, I damn well knew it. I told my professor I was going to a near by state's capital and research a legal problem, so would be missing classes for about a week. He granted me the leave and would give credit for any paper I produced. I then called dad's dispatcher and left a message that I was enroute to that city, would he shuttle there and join me for his days off. I left information about our hotel reservations. I would bring his change of clothing, no need to even go home.

I packed with care, his best dark suit, a nice white shirt and even those darn cuff links he can never undo. It would appear we were going to a high brow function. I bought him a very nice tie and a secret little item. I called ahead and made all necessary arrangements for the trip. 

My sexy little black sheath was now a size too small—in the bust and butt, dang old age. Not to fear, I went out and found another just like it that will make him remember the Bahamas (our first honeymoon). I waited in the hotel room (suite), I was aware of about when he would arrive. I had champagne on ice and a cool sea food platter, including oysters (for virility, snicker, snicker.) 

When he arrived, I helped him out of his flight uniform and indicated his dress clothes on the bed. I told him we would be going to attend a wedding in two hours and he had to look nice.

I said to him "Kenny, this won't hurt you, do it for me." Kenny is not too great on surprises, and seems to have an aversion to weddings. Tough. I pulled off my wedding rings and told him to carry them in his jacket pocket. By now he was totally confused. 

I came right out and said "NO MORE INCEST. You are getting married. I have a gift for you. You are release from being my dad, because you are NOT my biological father. Those blood tests we took, well, I had a DNA test done because you married a sleep around "Mom" and only thought you were the father. She tricked you and dumped me off on you. I suspected and now it's for sure. You did say you would marry me didn't you? Did I hear you say yes?"

Kenny was stunned and stammered "Yes, I said yes." 

I stood with my hands on my hips and firmly stated "I didn't hear you, what was it you said yes too? Ohh , and I want a kid pretty quick, so I am going to quit taking the pill, OK?" 

Kenny could just nod, too much, too quick, that me, that's how I operate. HE'S SUCH A BIG TOUGH WHOOSE.

About 1 hour later after we showered (without sex), Kenny had regrouped and the fever of the event finally reached him. 

He swung me up and around, said "Get off those pills, I want to knock you up higher than a kite. I love you and we can be a real husband and wife, with a family." 

You want the details of the next few hours, a little maybe, we got married, my little secret purchase that morning, a solid gold man's ring, Kenny's size. We had our second honeymoon, at least the consummation of the wedding vows for most of the rest of the night. It's more mature sex now, intense, with love, but it still makes my toes curl. 

Legally curl?

I sit her now 7 months pregnant, thinking how this all started. I wouldn't change a thing. We had a sonogram done and find we can expect a healthy girl soon. I know Kenny will call her his princess. I can't come up with a precious enough name for our child, so still thinking. This will be the crown jewel in our wonderful relationship. I love my husband with every fiber of my being. I don't like being separated even for a few hours, but life is as it is. 

I think also of how you must view this, Well, let me tell you, Kenny has made love to only "mom" and me. I have experienced only one love, Kenny. We are probably a more pure couple, very much in love and true to each other in every way, - than most of the readers of this saga. It's the ending that counts... Right.

Good night to all. Now we are just a normal married couple, not worth writing about, maybe?