4 comments/ 56067 views/ 33 favorites Daddy and Daughter's Perspectives Ch. 01 By: Kellymay2 Daddy and Daughter's Perspectives Part 1 An 18 year old and her father's views on why they committed incest Author's introduction. This is an unusual account of a taboo topic; incest between a father and daughter. What makes it unusual is that both parties have written this from their individual perspective. Kelly is 18, Bill her father is 45. This is their story of how their relationship changed from that of a parent daughter to one of lovers. Kelly November 28, early evening. Although technically still a virgin, as I hadn't yet been fucked I had been quite active with a few boys. That had started a few months ago, which was the time most of the more adventurous girls I knew got things going. So having that experience under my belt, above it as well actually for my little tits saw quite a lot of action, at eighteen and a half I felt fairly grown up, but not yet a woman. I was in with two groups of girls. One was the more ballsy girls in my class in the sixth form of the rather posh, but still State all girl's school I attended and the other was the mates I had grown up with in my neighbourhood. In both groups we talked about boys and sex a lot. Out of the ten or so in the two groups there were four who said they had done 'it.' One of those was Holly a fat girl who was in my class and was my age and the other three were older. The rest were about as active as me. We had all been titted up of course and most of us had been fingered. Some of us claimed to have had climaxes as we called them, we weren't yet familiar with orgasms. I had let one boy undo my school blouse and with another I had taken my tee off, but I had not yet been naked with anyone. I had got to point where I wanted to go all the way. I wanted to find out what it was liked to have a dick in me and be fucked, but my social conditioning made me feel scared and so far I had resisted. Another restraining factor was of course the horror that I might catch something or in many ways worse would get pregnant. They were both holding me back from going all the way. I knew of girls my age having babies and I was petrified of that. However, I knew full well that if such a disaster happened that my dad, though angry and disappointed would support me; he was always there for me. Of course I suppose I loved him in the way that most girls love their father. But at times I felt a little uncomfortable for my attraction to him verged on going beyond 'typical' puppy love.' I sometimes looked at him and wondered what he would be like naked, whether he had a big dick or not and what it would be like to be in his arms, my bare tits squashed against his hairy chest. I tried to banish such thoughts from my mind, but they always returned. I wanted someone to discuss that with, but there was no one, not my classmates or my friends at home. I tried finding more on the web and got into chat rooms, but that was insane so I kept my Oedipus complex inside me. Mum was a different kettle of fish. Beautiful though she was on the outside, with hair as blonde as mine and a great figure, she was a bitch inside and I am sure that she was playing away from home. I can't say why I felt that, woman's instinct I suppose, despite my lack of womanhood! Dad was so patient with her and let her get away with so much. She was out at least two evening a week with 'friends,' bits on the side I thought, but he never questioned her or asked where she went or what she got up to most evenings of the week. He is, I thought, a bit weak. But then mum is a tough old bird and she would give him hell if he did anything wrong or forgot something. She and I had gradually grown to dislike each other, although I hoped that my tits would grow over the next few years to be like her full. C cup beauties. As long as I could remember I had felt more comfortable with girls and boys older than myself. I had been like that for a few years. When I was younger that wasn't a problem, but now I was well of an age where I could have full sex, older boys, men really became dangerous. That became the case one evening when it was parent's evening at school. Mum couldn't make it, probably being shagged in the back of some young tennis coach's car I pondered, but of course dad could, he always did. I had arranged to have dinner at my friend Sara's house and dad had said he would collect me around nine when he would drop Sara's parents off. Whilst I like Sara, the big attraction was her brother Cal. He was handsome, well built, a great footballer and twenty two, an older man! And I knew that he fancied me 'something rotten.' He had told me that a week or so ago when I was in his bedroom, my school blouse was undone, my tits were bare and at least two of his fingers were up my cunt. I was beginning to think that I would select him to take my cherry, but I wanted that to happen in perfect circumstances and not in the back of his Mini or in his bedroom with Sara and his mum downstairs; I'm an old romantic at heart really. The evening of the parent's meeting Cal's mate Brett and Sara had gone to her bedroom in her bedroom. Sara was a quiet one, rarely telling the rest of us what she got up to and it would not have surprised me if she had done it, and several times! "Come on Kel" Cal had said taking my hand and leading me to his bedroom which was really cool with great photos, play stations, iPad and laptop and a terrific sound system. We kissed standing up. He was a good kisser as I thought I was; I practiced often on my hand using my thumb and the side of it as lips and I watched xhamster to get tips. We both used our tongues and quickly the embrace and the kiss became very passionate. I was thrilled when I felt his erection pressing into my tummy and excited when he firstly squeezed my bum through the thin cotton of my blue, gingham school skirt and then cupped my tit through the white blouse. "God Kelly you are fantastic he moaned" kissing me even harder. I didn't know what to say so I kissed him back and squirmed my mound against his erection. I felt his hand leave my breasts and go to the front of my blouse. Still kissing I felt the buttons open one by one until the sides parted and my chest was bare. He slid it off my shoulders and dropped it on the bed where we had kissed and cuddled in the past and where he had fingered me to a climax. He stood back and looked at me; I felt shy. "They are lovely Kelly" he sighed stroking my breasts and then softly pinching and pulling my little nipples. I felt his hand go up my skirt at the back and he stroked my bottom through the white, lacy panties with which I had replaced the school ones in the toilet, where I had also removed my bra, before leaving school. Pulling me towards the low sofa in the corner he gently eased me down and settled me in the corner. He lay beside me and we kissed again. His hands were all over my tits and his erection was pressed against the side of my leg near my hip. My legs were dangling over the edge of the sofa and he was half lying and half kneeling alongside me if that makes sense. He had his left arm round my shoulders pulling my face against his as we kissed. I felt his right hand move downwards from my boobs, across my stomach and down my bare legs. Sliding under the hem it slithered slowly and excitingly up again until he cupped my mound. That made my body jerk and I let out a low grunt. It felt good. He pressed right on my clit and ran his fingers along the lips of my pussy. "Oh Cal" I couldn't help groaning so extreme were the feelings. "Yes baby, yes, is it good?" "It's marvellous" I groaned as his fingers fumbled inside my very grown up panties. They found my bare, wet pussy, ran round my lips and then two or three, I wasn't quite sure, slid into me. It was fucking amazing. He started pumping them up and down giving me the most incredible feelings. I moaned and groaned and jerked and jumped as such fantastic sensations roared through my body. "Oh god Cal I am going to cum" I blurted out as he took my hand and pulled it towards him. I assumed that he was going to place it on the bulge in his jeans and I was surprised when I felt the bareness of his naked, erect cock. "Yes Kel, cum, cum for me" he moaned pumping faster and deeper as I rubbed his cock. The physical feelings were sensational, but the emotional ones were hard to cope with. I started to cry. I don't know why, but as he finger fucked me to a strong climax the emotional outflow was of such a pressure that the tears just streamed down my face. He cuddled me to him squashing my breasts against his shirt that I realised was open as open in fact as his zip. It felt lovely and so grown up. "Oh Kelly" he whispered right into my ear you are so gorgeous was that good for you?" "Yes Cal it was wonderful" I whispered back feeling his finger trailing across my bare bottom for unbeknown to me he had fiddled my panties down round my thighs. I was still holding his cock and I started to stroke it involuntarily; the feelings that shot through me made me shudder with something, want or desire probably. As we kissed he moved his hand round to my front and after gently rubbing my pubic mound and lightly running his fingertips along my wet lips I felt him hold and then pull on my panties. He broke the kiss, but kept his lips on mine. "I think I am falling in love with you" he whispered. The words crashed into my mind, they were the most wonderful and welcome words I think I had ever heard. "Don't be silly" I retorted as the pressure on my panties increased and they started to slide further down. "I mean it you are wonderful" he groaned slowly pumping in and almost out of my clenched hand. We kissed again as he eased the panties further down. They were around my knees. As his tongue probed deep into my widely opened mouth I felt them slide over my knees. I realised I had two options; open my legs to stop them sliding down or keep my knees together. It didn't take long to reach a decision. The sensation as I felt my knickers fall to my ankles and as I slid them off my feet was awesome. I felt his fingers fumbling for the button at the top of the zip on the side of my skirt. I grabbed his hand for I felt I should stop him even though the skirt was bunched round my thighs and several times he had stared at me up there. "What Cal?" "I want to see you naked." "No" I replied feeling excited but scared. "Yes Kelly please." "We can't......" I started. "Yes I know you are still a virgin and we can't do it." "Sorry." "It's ok Kel" he said kissing me again. "I understand, I just want to look at what will be mine when you are ready" he said so considerately. "Please baby" he went on pushing his cock more firmly in my hand. My resistance vanished, there was no way out, but then I didn't really want there to be for I realised I wanted to be naked for him. I wanted him to see me, yes I wanted to flaunt my nakedness at him. I took my hand away. "Ok Kelly?" He asked undoing the button. "Yes Cal" I breathed wondering whether I would have the resolve to stop him from fucking me and taking my virginity? "Thanks baby" he whispered into my ear as he slid the zip down. He pulled on the opened skirt so the top slid down to around my hips the top of my pubes poking out above the waistband. I lifted my bottom up to help him and with a quick yank my school skirt slid down my legs. I lifted my feet so he could remove it completely. I was nude with a boy for the first time. As he sat up and looked at me, running his gaze up and down my body I thought I would be embarrased. I wasn't. I felt exhilarated, I enjoyed him looking at me and it turned me on. "God you are beautiful." Our eyes met and we both smiled. I wanted to say 'your turn now' but didn't have the nerve and was scared that if I did I was giving him the green light to enter my red tunnel. "Stand up for me Kelly, please." It was an amazing feeling for me as I stood before where he was sitting. His eyes never left my body for a second. "I so want to make love to you Kel" he whispered. "Turn round for me slowly please. Jesus what a delicious bum you have" seared into my brain. No one had ever told me that before, but then nobody had seen it naked. As I turned round for him several times and then with my back to him bent over and touched my toes at his request my resolve was fading. I was near to saying that he could have me, but somehow I hung on to my fragile resistance and instead revelled in putting on a show for him. "Kelly, sit down now" he said quietly. I did as he suggested. "Pull your feet up onto the sofa" was his next request. I did that so my knees were pressing against my boobs. He kissed me and whispered as he placed his hand on my. "Open your legs Kelly, let me see you. Let me see your cunt." That word crashed into my mind and his request made my nerves jangle. That did it. As I slowly opened my legs and saw his eyes boring into my most feminine place, my resolve left me. I was as good as prepared to say. 'Let's make love Cal' when my mobile rang. Glancing at my watch I saw that it was later than I had imagined for it was after nine and I knew before I even looked at my iPhone that it would be my dad. I closed my legs and put my feet on the floor "Sorry Cal" I said sitting naked beside him answering my dad. "Be there in five minutes Kelly." Smiling I said to Cal. "I guess I was saved by the bell." Kissing me and stroking my breasts he joked back, well I think it was a joke. "For the time being." I went to the door and called out to Sara that her mum and dad would be home soon. Shutting the door I went back to the sofa to get dressed. Picking my blouse up from where it had been dropped on the floor I noticed that Cal had put his cock away. I put on my blouse and skirt and shoved my lacy, non-school issue panties into my blazer pocket. My regulation school knickers and bra were already in my little rucksack. I rolled the waist of the daft, gingham skirt over a couple of times to turn the drab, knee-length school skirt into a mini and checked myself in the mirror. My hair was a bit messed up, but I knew I could get away with that, but apart from that and being naked under my blouse and skirt I was ok. "Gotta go Cal" I said kissing him as I heard the beep of my dad's car outside. "Do it again soon Kel?" He said slipping his hand up my skirt and stroking my bum. "Yes" I said leaving the room and almost bumped into Brett and Sara going downstairs. "Have fun did you?" She asked giving me a knowing smile. "Yes and you?" "Mmmmm" she said in her secretive way as we pecked each other on the cheeks. "Hi dad" I said leaning across the central console and kissing him. "How are you?" "Fine thanks" he replied looking at me in a lingering manner. "In trouble am I?" "No of course not, you got glowing reports from all of the teachers." We were home in no time. "Straight to bed for me dad" I said standing on tip toe and kissing him. As I did my breasts brushed against his chest and his hand momentarily rested on my hip. We stayed like that. It was only probably for a few seconds, but it seemed an age that my boobs were squashed against him and that his hand was near to my bottom. Our eyes met and we held the other's gaze. He broke first, thank goodness. "Good night darling" he said. "Night dad." I replied running up the stairs. I did my teeth, undressed and got into bed In the dark one of my hands squeezed my breasts and pinched and pulled my nipples whilst the other went between my legs where Cal had visited so much this evening. I was quickly climaxing and my befuddled mind had me on my back with a man between my legs fucking me. My arms were round his neck holding that down on my shoulder so I couldn't see his face. After my climax had exploded with me grunting and writhing the man lifted his head and my dad said. "Was that ok Kelly?" Daddy and Daughter's Perspectives Ch. 02 Author's introduction. This is the second episode of an unusual account of a taboo topic; incest between a father and daughter. What makes it unusual is that both my dad and I have parties have written this from our perspective on what happened and why. Kelly is 18, Bill her father is 45. This is their story of how their relationship changed from that of a parent daughter to one of lovers. Bill November 28, later that evening. My pulse began to race as I waited outside Kelly's friend Sara's house. This was happening more frequently lately when I was going to be alone with her and even more so when we were alone together. But it wasn't just my pulses racing and heart pounding that were the disturbances, it was a number of other things as well. It was how she was almost constantly on my mind, how nearly every time I looked at her the clothes she was wearing seemed to be transparent, how I got so excited when she flashed a little too much leg or I saw the outline of her areola or even more so the indentation of her nipple through her blouse. It was also how I masturbated frequently thinking about having sex with her. It was how when on the rare occasion I fucked my wife or on the more frequent occasion when I fucked a hooker or masseuse I imagined it was her underneath me and whose cunt I was filling with my rock hard cock. And it was also how nearly every time I saw my eighteen year old daughter I got an erection. And it was no exception as she climbed into my Rangerover after coming out from Sara's house. "Hi dad" she smiled leaning across the central console and kissing my cheek. As she did that and closed the door at the same time so unconsciously, I'm sure, her fingers briefly rested on my thigh no more than a few inches from where my cock was growing by the moment. That sent such strong tingles through me that I thought for a moment that she would have felt them. She asked something about how the parent's evening had gone as she remained leaning across the car towards me. Telling her that as usual everything had gone well I looked down and couldn't believe how the top of her blouse was gaping. 'Oh fuck' I thought my eyes latching onto the full, exposed globe of her small, pert breast down her school blouse that I noted was rather wrinkled. For some reason the wrinkles registered with me almost as much as Kelly's bare tits and nipples did. Although Phillipa, my wife and Kelly's mother, and I were slowly but gradually drifting apart and she was out most nights probably being shagged by some young buck, she was a great homemaker and it was not like her to send our daughter to school with unkempt clothing. But when Kelly didn't move for a few moments my focus was torn away from the wrinkled blouse. It was dragged from thinking about her clothing to lusting at her body for I was now looking right down the front of her blouse that had probably one button too many undone. I could clearly see both of her b cup breasts (I knew their size for I had often held one of her bras or a pair of her panties as I had wanked about her) and her delicious looking little, coral pink areola and nipples. Her boobs were so wonderfully firm and pert that they almost looked as though they had been surgically enhance, which I knew they hadn't. Then amazingly, incredibly and so fucking hornilly I saw that both of her nipples were erect. 'Why the fuck are they hard? I asked myself, having no immediate answer. As usual we chatted quite easily as I drove slowly home. Once we were there, though, Kelly went off to bed. It was only just after nine so I knew Phillipa wouldn't be home for ages: 'probably just thinking about leaving a bar or club and working out where she was going to get laid' I thought smiling? Maybe oddly, but having no knowledge of psychology I wasn't sure, it seemed the more Phil and I drifted apart, the closer Kelly and I became; certainly my lust for her increased! I went to my study and poured myself a large Laphroig with just the tiniest drop of water. Almost absentmindedly as I sipped the delicious malt whiskey I logged on my PC and went into xhamster, something I had found myself doing more frequently recently. I chose the first time category and watched a few young birds theoretically at least lose their cherries wondering if Kelly had yet given that up. After watching a few rather ludicrous older guys and one or two fathers fuck their younger girls or daughters in the old and young categories I got bored and changed over to the lesbian category. That was much more satisfactory and very soon I had a raging hard on. Just in case, I went up to my bedroom and stripped off. I caught myself in the mirror and was pleased to see my full erection rearing up my pleasingly flat stomach. I shrugged into a dressing robe, but was naked under it. Before tying the robe I had to chastise myself when I found myself wondering what Kelly would think of my cock. That of course made me think whether she had seen any cocks and what she had done with them, if anything? I think I know my daughter well and on balance I would bet she was reasonably promiscuous, but probably was still a virgin. 'Saving it for her dad' I nearly shocked myself by thinking. God I felt so horny watching the MILF seduce a babysitter. It was very well done and almost without thinking I opened the robe and started rubbing my full hard on imagining that it was daughter fondling it. It was only then that for some reason I remembered that Kelly had left her backpack in the hallway. I had this urge to look in it though I had no reason why. 'Jesus Christ' I thought finding, not only her regulation, dark blue school bra and knickers, but also a frilly pair of white, lacy panties and a matching see-through bra. 'Fuck' I thought. 'She was naked under her school uniform when we were in the car. I knew from seeing down her blouse that she hadn't been wearing a bra and in my excitement at what I had seen I hadn't bothered to think why? But now kneeling in the hallway, my dressing gown open and my cock rearing up my stomach, I did. When could she have taken it off, or had someone else or maybe she hadn't worn it all, but had taken it with her to stop her mother's incessant questions and moaning? But then I started to think about the panties and wondered what had gone on there? I picked them both up. The thicker, fuller, regulation blue school knickers and the lacy, thinner skimpy grown up girl's panties. I guessed that she had changed from one to the other, but couldn't work out why, unless of course she had been with a boy at Sara's house and that I would never know for sure. I smelt both pairs and they had clearly been worn. They had that familiar musky smell I had got to know by using first my wife's panties some years ago and more recently my daughter's as sensual aids to my masturbation. Then I felt the white lacy pair and realised that the gusset was damp. 'Shit she has cum in them' screamed in my head giving me all types of lurid thoughts. It was then that I heard a noise behind me and panicking I dropped the two garments and stood up just as Kelly came round corner at the bottom of the stairs. She was naked. We stared at each other for a moment or two her eyes quite clearly running up and down my body. "Oh dad" she whimpered. "Sorry I thought I heard you go to bed." As I quickly pulled the dressing gown round me to hide my rampant nakedness I stammered. "Yes I did, but I couldn't sleep." I could hardly drag my gaze from my gorgeous and hugely sexy daughter, she looked amazing. "Neither could I" she replied her eyes going to her rucksack. "I came down to make a cup of tea." I looked down and saw the lacy pair of panties hanging out from the rucksack. "You shouldn't leave your bag there" I mumbled. "I nearly tripped over it." A little smile came onto her lovely lips and her blue eyes seemed to glint as she put her head on one side and said. "Really?" As she very obviously looked at the slither of lace hanging from her bag. I felt mortified and so embarrassed. Not only had my daughter seen me naked, but also erect. And if they weren't embarrassing enough she had, presumably also worked out that at the very least I had been rummaging in her rucksack. What a fucking mess. As she turned and walked towards the kitchen seemingly oblivious to her gorgeous nudity I said under my breath. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck and then for good measure I added bollocks, bollocks, bollocks, bollocks.' That didn't make me feel any better as I followed her into the kitchen where looking as cool as a cucumber she was filling the kettle. Although the shock of her catching me had suppressed my hard on, now looking at her from behind and seeing the full richness of her womanly arse, the roundness of her hips and the slender length of her shapely legs it was starting to return very quickly. As she turned to go to the cupboard where the mugs were kept the sheer horny beauty of her breasts finished the job. I was now stunningly hard again. I didn't know what to do or say. I had never been in such a situation, but then how many fathers had I thought nearly smiling? Kelly, though didn't seem that disturbed about it and I found that strange. She appeared to be relaxed as she moved around the kitchen making the tea. "Want one dad?" "No thanks I've got a scotch on the go somewhere, probably in the study." "Shall we go in there then?" She asked. 'Fuck no' I thought remembering I had left the lesbian video from xhamster playing. "No stay here" I suggested. "Ok" she said leaning back against the work surface and sipping her tea. "What time's mum expected?" "I have no idea" I replied looking at my watch and seeing it was ten thirty. "When she goes out with the group she's with tonight it's usually a fairly late one." "Wonder why?" She said to my back as I went and got my glass from the study. "Now now Kel." "Ok sorry. It's just that it seems so unfair, her out on the razz all the time with you at home." "Anyway why do you want to know?" I asked. "Well I am not sure our own Missus Bouquet would approve of me being like this" she said glancing down her nude body. "No I guess not" I said rather lamely. "Anyway I don't mind staying in when she's out." "What babysitting?" "Hardly a baby any more Kel" I almost gulped taking the opportunity to have another lustful look at her delicious body. "No I suppose not" she said bending over and putting her empty mug in the dishwasher. 'What a fucking sight" I groaned silently as I stared at her bum, caught a glimpse of her lips between her legs and saw her tits dangling down. "No she definitely wouldn't like me being naked with you around" she said straightening up and looking at me. That sent my temperature and made my cock throb and harden even more as I asked myself. 'What was she saying? What did mean?' 'Huh I don't get that." "Lately I think she has become jealous?" "Of what?" I asked as Kelly stood just a few feet from me. "Well of us." "How do you mean?" I asked trying to look away from the temptation in front of me. "Well despite her pissing off out all the time and getting up to Christ knows what, I think she hates us being so friendly." "Well it's the old syndrome 'I don't want you but no one else can either' isn't it?" "Is it that bad dad?" "It's getting there" I said rather sadly. "She's a cow." "No don't say that, she's your mother." "She's still a cow at the way she treats you and a bitch the way she does me." "Stop it Kelly" I croaked near to tears as the horrible truth of my broken marriage hit home. "I can't, she doesn't deserve any sympathy at all" she said angrily adding. "And now she's jealous of me and my figure." Rather unwisely as I choked back the tears I said. "But then so would anyone be Kel." "You think so do you dad" she whispered. "Yes of course." "I am so sorry dad" she said in a whisper. "There's no need love, I can cope" I said watching with amazement, fascination and incredible excitement as she closed the gap between us. "I guess I shouldn't really do this dressed like this" Kelly said as she put her arms round my neck. "But then hey we are family aren't we?" She said cuddling me and whispering. "I love you dad. Daddy and Daughter's Perspectives Ch. 03 Author's introduction. This is the second episode of an unusual account of a taboo topic; incest between a father and daughter. What makes it unusual is that both my dad and I have written this from our perspective on what happened and why. Kelly is 18, Bill her father is 45. Kelly That night November 28 and the next few days. If it had been difficult sleeping before I went downstairs it was impossible after I returned to my bedroom. So much was going round in my head. But that was hardly surprising for so much had happened this evening. I had been undressed by a boy and had flaunted my nudity at him. He was the first person to see me naked in a sexual setting. He had asked 'to see my cunt' and I had showed it to him. He had then finger fucked me. But for my father coming to collect me from my friend's house I think that I would have given him my virginity. Naked under my school blouse and skirt I had got into my dad's Rangerover and had leaned across the bit in the middle to kiss him. He looked down my blouse that I realised was gaping; had I done that on purpose I queried later? I hadn't moved or covered up, I had stayed leaning forward knowing that my bare breasts and hardened nipples were on show to him. As he stared at me I got the same feelings I had when Cal had earlier stared at my naked body. Even more happened at home. I dropped my knapsack in the hallway knowing full well that would piss my mother off royally when she came home eventually. As usual the bossy, vindictive bitch was out on the town somewhere, probably about to be fucked by some guy. We don't get on well, mainly, because I dislike the way she treats my dad and she has always been jealous at how well he and I get on. Recently I think she has become jealous of me as a woman; it's a trauma having two of those in the same household! Also as her tits have sagged, weight watchers have not been able to reduce the bulges on her bum, hips and stomach and the cellulite has started in her legs I think she has become jealous of my slim, yet rounded where it should be youthful body. I can't imagine how she still pulls the blokes, particularly the young guys at the tennis club where rumours are rife about her, but she seems to. I had heard dad in his bedroom and thought he had gone to bed so when I gave up trying to sleep and decided to go downstairs and have a cup of tea I didn't bother dressing, but walked down the stairs naked. As I turned at the bottom of stairs I nearly died. At first I thought it was burglar, but then saw it was my dad standing there right next to my bag. Not only was it dad, but he was naked, well in his dressing gown but that was open. And not only was he naked, but also he had an erection. I could hardly believe it. Even more I could hardly believe my reaction. I could have turned and ran, I could have sworn at him and said what a dirty, perverted bastard he was. I saw immediately what he must have been doing for the pair of lacy panties I had put on in place of school knickers when I was with Cal and had taken when I had made them wet were hanging out of the bag by his feet. He must have looked through my bag and found them. 'Was it my panties that had caused his erection?' I wondered as he pulled the robe round him. The essential feature about my father and the reason everyone except his cow of a wife loves him is that he is a good man. He sees the good in everyone, even her, but then I can see some good in her, she has great tits; I hope mine grow to their fullness. This innate 'goodness' is why I have always idolised him. There is a downside to that though and that is that he is rather weak, he lets himself be pushed around and always seeks a compromise. He rarely if ever takes control of a situation and lets others lead while he follows. I sometime wonder whether he is a natural submissive for without a shadow of a doubt the bitch is a dominator; I can see him on a collar and chain being pulled around by her in a full dominatrix outfit. Maybe I have recently pondered, her fucking off out with her old biddy slags she calls friends is part of their dom/sub scene! Possibly I have thought at times that when she comes home she tells him who has had her tits out, who has had their hands up her skirt and how she had been fucked that evening! I am the first to acknowledge that I am more like her than him; I am stronger willed, more opinionated and have a greater need to have my own way. So standing before him as he drooled at my nakedness and squirmed at being caught, naked, hard and playing with my panties I realised looking back from the isolation of my bed that I took control, I led the way, I became in charge. That was a freaky feeling seeing me dominating my father. I had always loved him. But then all daughters love their dads don't they? However, in the past few months the nature of that has changed considerably. It has moved from being 'I love my dad because he is my dad' more to 'I love my dad because he is a man.' I don't really recall a single incident or even a chain of events that could have caused this, but as I moved into my nineteenth year and my sexual activity increased so I found myself thinking more about my dad. This coincided with my hate for my mother increasing as I watched her demeaning my father by always going out and even in my presence telling him to mind his own business when he asked where she was going. I had no idea whether these issues were connected, psychology isn't on the curriculum at our school, but I might study it at uni. I do recall though that one afternoon when they were both out as I lay back in the corner of the sofa in our lounge, I started to think about dad. As Max rubbed my little tits that I say are B cup for A's sound so little girly and pulled so enjoyable on my small nipples he suddenly came into my mind. He stayed there as Max, after the cursory to show that I wasn't that easy, resistance, got his hand up my skirt and rubbed me through my panties. He was there as my excitement increased and as I began to climax. And later, still on that sofa with my tee shirt rolled up round my neck, my bra off and my skirt bunched round my waist I imagined that it was his cock I rubbed until the spunk flew onto Max's stomach. Increasingly I thought about him, but not just when I was playing around with boys. He would pop into my mind when I was studying, playing hockey or tennis, getting dressed and especially getting undressed. I quite shocked myself one day when I closed my eyes and slowly undressed pretending he was doing that. Then as I lie naked on my bed I imagined him beside me kissing and touching me. And when my fingers made me cum, in my mind they were his fingers. Oddly I don't recall imagining him fucking me, but then as I had never been fucked so I had nothing to compare that to. Increasingly I loved being with him, close to him and surreptitiously touching him. I loved his smell and the feel of his skin on my fingers. I looked for ways to be alone with him, which wasn't hard as mum was nearly always out somewhere. I did things to please him, I even cut the fucking grass. I desperately looked for signs that he was feeling similar things to be, but alas saw none. I took to dressing more provocatively, leaving my bra off, not that it made much difference to the bounciness of my stupid tits, rolling the waist of my school skirt over a few times when he took me to or collected me from school. I left buttons undone on my school blouse or other tops, I flashed my legs and wore tight tops that showed the outline of my nipples. But he didn't seem to notice for ages. Then I saw a change, well actually a number of changes with him. Geadually he started looking at me more intently, his gazes appeared to linger longer and he held eye contact more strongly. I didn't think too much of it at first, but slowly I began to think that he was sort of flirting with me. However, almost as soon as I thought that then my mind would cast such thinking aside as being ridiculous. 'He's your fucking dad' I told myself frequently. It wasn't just the nature of his staring it was also the focus of it that I began to notice. His eyes were immediately there if my skirt ran up a bit and I showed too much leg, they were on me if my top was thin and my boobs and nipples were on show under it and I saw them looking down my top several times when I wore a low top or had a button too many undone. So by the time we got to that evening when Cal had undressed me and then finger fucked me to a shattering climax, I was beginning to wonder. I thought I knew what I wanted, but I dared hardly admit to it. I was beginning to believe that I wanted some form of sex with my dad, well at least affection and intimate moments. But of course there was the sixty four thousand dollar question, did he want anything? Was he even interested? Would he accept anything as taboo as fucking his daughter or even sucking her tits. I doubted it for he was such a good and proper person, or so I thought. Standing naked looking at my father who was wearing his dressing gown wide open, I wondered just how good a man he really was when I saw his erection and my lacy panties hanging out of my bag. He was clearly embarrassed, but then so he should be. As he pulled the robe round him he looked and acted guilty and stammered something about nearly falling over my bag. My first feeling when I had seen his thick, surprisingly to me, dark cock rearing right up his stomach had been surprise, naturally, but that was rapidly followed by excitement and desire I wanted to hold it and that wasn't natural, was it? But as dad fumbled around making excuses, looking embarrassed and leering, but trying to hide it, at my own nudity, those feelings were overpowered by a completely different set of emotions. I guess at the heart of it was confidence, but that was not all. There were other things influencing what happened over the next fifteen or twenty minutes when I paraded my nakedness before my dad. There was of course my desire for him, the clear lust in his eyes as he stared at me and of course the super erection I saw when I first came down the stairs and what I saw under his gown all the time we were in the kitchen. I was, of course flirting and tempting him, but didn't have the balls to go that extra distance and try and overtly seduce him or offer myself to him. Hence, despite us being together with me naked and him erect, we didn't go any further and I ended up going to bed and wanking furiously as this time he did fuck me. The next few days really were confusing. Dad and I hardly spoke and were not alone together for any time. Mum and I rowed as usual and Cal fingered me to a climax in the back of his Mini. And all the time I thought about my dad. Although deep down I doubted whether it would ever happen I had made my mind up on what I wanted to happen between my dad and me. I wanted him to take my virginity. Daddy and Daughter's Perspectives Ch. 04 An 18 year old and her father's views on why they committed incest Author's introduction. This is the fourth episode of an unusual account of a taboo topic; incest between a father and daughter. What makes it unusual is that both the daughter and father have written this from their perspective on what happened, how and why. Kelly is 18, Bill her father is 45. Bill Late November. It kept crashing into my mind over the next few days. 'Kelly has seen me naked and erect, she has seen my erection, seen me ready to have sex; my daughter has seen me aroused at thinking about her.' And at that moment she had walked into the hall as I dropped her lacy panties that was the one thing I most wanted. Yes, as my daughter stood before me naked staring at my rampant cock, I acknowledged at last that I wanted to fuck her. And that was a massive realization. It was something I didn't want to accept, didn't want to recognize and didn't want to believe. It was wrong, it was taboo and probably illegal. I just wasn't that sort of man. I was a thoughtful, compassionate, caring and sensitive sort of guy. I didn't break the law, bend the rules or kick against convention. Alright I was unfaithful to my wife, I went to massage parlours and pampered myself with the extras including two girl massages and I visited hookers quite regularly. But then when your wife has pretty much turned the tap off a guy has to get relief somehow doesn't he? Of course I have always loved Kelly. She's my daughter, my flesh and blood and that demands a pure love and not one adulterated by sexual influences. Or so I had thought, but that was changing. Since that evening when she had 'caught me' I had been a bundle of nerves. Each time I saw her I was embarrassed and worried at what she was thinking. Oddly she didn't seem that concerned. She seemed as relaxed about it over the next few days as she had been that evening when she had remained naked as she made and drank a cup of tea. It was seeing her so nonchalantly flaunting her body at me that probably crystalised the random, bizarre, forbidden, but so exciting thoughts that had filled my mind so much during the last few months generally and the last few days particularly. Yes it was spending those few minutes with her when she was naked and I was hard that made me realize what I wanted so much and that was to fuck my daughter. But deep down I knew that was impossible. I knew that Kelly would not either, wish to or be able to contemplate sex with me. Sixteen year old daughters just don't do that or, do they? Kelly Late November It had been over a week since: the parent's evening at the school, Cal had stripped me naked and had made me cum twice, I had walked down the stairs naked and found my father wearing just an open dressing gown with an erection messing around with a pair of panties and since I had spent fifteen minutes or so with him with me naked and him erect. It had been over a week, but we hadn't spoken about it. True we hadn't had much opportunity for the old cow had a cold and hadn't been out much and I had been busy at school and with Cal who was becoming more and more ambitious with me, presumably thinking that he was getting nearer to plucking my cherry. In reality he was. I was so tempted several times. For the third time I had let him undress me completely. We had kissed very hard and he had taken his shirt off and squashed my little tits against his chest before sucking on each nipple. I reached down to find him. I wanted to feel his hard cock through his trousers, but I got more than that for unbeknown to me he'd undone his zip and got it out. God did it feel good in my hand and my mind went back a few days when I had seen his bare, erect cock. As I held Cal's cock I was imagining it was my dad's. That sent shivers through me, of both excitement and guilt. I know it is so wrong, but as every day passes I want my father even more. Yes I am saving my virginity for him. I think I am emotionally and I know I am physically ready to become a woman. I need sex, I need to be loved completely, I need to be fucked soon and I want the first man that fucks me to be my dad. But waiting for him was becoming increasingly hard. Having an eighteen year old, tasty hunk of a boy-friend was doing that. He was very experienced, but then tasty hunks usually are. I knew that he had gone all the way with two girls I knew and I am sure he had been with several more than that. I had nearly given in to him on several occasions and although he said that he was willing to wait I felt that if I said he could then certainly he would. And truth be known if it wasn't for my ambition to have dad make me a woman I would have said he could by now. Lying there on Cal's bed naked with his hard, hot dick in my hand it would have been so easy to give in and to give my cherry away. But deep down that aim, that desire, that probably forlorn hope that my dad would do it gave me the strength to resist Cal. "Is it time Kelly?" He had asked when I had let him take my panties off. "No" I gulped as he pressed his exciting cock against me. "Not yet" I groaned wanting to be fucked more than anything else as I watched him slide his jeans and grey CKs off. "What you doing" I asked panicking a bit at being with a naked boy? "I just want to feel your body against me Kelly, your naked body, I want to feel your flesh and have that against my flesh" he muttered his words sending shudders of desire through me. "Oh yes Cal, yes" I whined as he pulled me to him and for the first time I was naked in the arms of an equally naked man. It was amazing. He pressed himself against me as at the same time he pulled me to him; I needed no encouragement and I squirmed my tits against his chest and my mound against his cock. This was wonderful, but terrible at the same time. I wanted to go further and came so close to saying, 'You can do it, you can have me' but somehow I stopped. Bill That evening. As usual Philippa was out. Actually recently that hadn't been so as usual because she been staying in with a really bad cold. I guessed she couldn't snog in the back of cars or be fucked at young blokes flats or bed sits when she was spluttering and coughing. But clearly she needed sex for she insisted I service her, something that had become a once every couple of weeks task and not the daily enjoyment it had once been. After a cursory exchange of kisses I managed to get her to lie on her side facing away from me. I spooned her and slid my cock through her soaked lips and into her loose cunt. Reaching round I grabbed her big, now floppy, tits and squeezing them I started fucking her. We didn't speak, but her breathing quickly became heavier and she grunted a few times. It was going ok, but I was not getting anywhere near cumming despite slamming my cock up and down her. There just wasn't the tightness and grip there used to be and what I had become used to with the girls at the massage places and even the hookers. I started worrying a bit particularly when I felt it losing its hardness. But then it all changed. The udder-like tits became pert and firm, the arse pressing against me taught and round and the cunt tight and slithery. They became like for my body was fucking my wife, but my mind was making love to my lovely daughter. Kelly Same evening. He was sucking my nipples, greedily I thought as I held his head with one hand and his cock with the other. My legs were open and his fingers had rubbed all round my pussy tempting my clit out from its hood. He stroked my lips making me grunt, which he took as a yes and shoved them up me. They felt brilliant and I pushed back on them. He pumped them in and out making me gasp with pleasure and rub his cock harder, probably too hard I guess, but I was unused to doing that. "Oh my God Kell" he groaned as he finger fucked me and at the same time started to fuck my hand. "What." "It's fucking amazing" "Good" I groaned pumping his cock faster and harder. "I'm gonna cum, fuck it I'm cumming" he moaned as I felt my hand, wrist and stomach get splattered with his spunk. Bill The following Sunday. "What all night" I said to Phillipa. "Yes that's what I won't be home Tuesday night means, all night. All fucking night." "And is that what it's going to be, a night of fucking?" I asked looking at her with disgust. "Don't try being clever with words you don't have the brain for that." We didn't speak much more, but went about our own business. Although it was pretty obvious that she was sleeping around she had never stayed out all night. Another nail in the coffin that our marriage has become I thought. "Anyway that'll give you and your precious fucking daughter all the time you want to together won't it?" "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean, I see the way you look at her. You're a fucking pervert." "And you my dear are what?" I managed to say in a quite measured way. We hardly spoke again until she left Tuesday afternoon around two thirty. She had deigned to provide what I took to be an excuse for staying with some bloke overnight. A hen do in town at a restaurant then onto the Dover Street wine bar and then to the Sandersen Hotel for the night. Then there was breakfast at the Savoy, beauty treatments in a posh salon in Knightsbridge, tea at the Berkley and home some time in the evening. When she told me it did actually sound plausible. The prospect of Kelly and me being in the house alone overnight Tuesday had aroused me from the moment Phillipa had told me she would be out all night. Although her cutting remarks about Kelly and me were a worry my overriding emotions on Sunday and Monday were of mounting excitement. Phil's observations did concern me though. Not so much what she thought for I was gradually getting past caring, but if it was that obvious I wondered what my daughter was thinking about it. Did she know or suspect that she turned me? Did she know that I wanted her? Did she know that I was falling in love with her as a woman? Half of me said she did for she had seen me hard and naked by her school bag with this white, lace panties near my feet. She must have worked something out. Kelly Monday morning. "What do you mean going on a hen do? Who's hen do?" I replied to dad when he told what the bitch was up to. "I don't know, I have no idea who this group of friends are. I have never met them." "That's convenient isn't it?" "Now now" he replied as usual being conciliatory and protecting her. I hated that. "Anyway she's not coming home tomorrow night." Not coming home, staying out all night, I thought wondering who she was fucking before the full realization hit me. Dad and I would be in the house together overnight; that would be the first time since my awakening about him! I looked at him when he said that and wondered what the expression on his face really meant. Was he interested? Did he want more than just being my dad? Fuck, this was so complicated. Bill Tuesday morning. I could hardly wait for my wife to fuck off, but I had to put up with it until mid-afternoon when dressed up like a right tart in jeans, heels, a tee shirt and a vee necked sweater her cab arrived to take her to the station. We barely said good bye, but then why would I when she is probably going off to some sort of overnight assignation? And on top of that why would I when she was providing me with the opportunity to spend the night alone with my daughter? But nothing would happen. As much as in my mind I wanted her to be naked in bed with me and as much as I wanted to fuck her tight hole, I knew I wouldn't and equally I knew she wouldn't. We were both far too sensible and probably scared as well. But then there was the other evening. The evening she came downstairs and caught me standing in the hall, by her bag, with my dressing gown open and my cock hard playing with the pair, of white panties that I had seem dangling out of her bag by the stairs. And I conjectured she hadn't appeared to be too fazed about it and in fact had remained naked as we had a cup of tea. So many times since that evening I had wondered if that was my darling little girl trying to give her dad a come on. Kelly Tuesday afternoon It was getting near Christmas and having finished our end of term exams we were doing bugger all at school as we were waiting to break up; they might as well have shut down and saved the heat and light, silly sods. I had the feeling I hadn't done as well in the exams as I usually did and I knew why. During them my mind was on other things than quadratic equations, chemical formulas and who was King of England during the fucking war of the roses. I was almost perpetually thinking about dad, the sight of him with his robe open and his big, hard cock sticking right up his nicely flat stomach. Of holding that, having it pressed against me and of course of it in me as we enjoyed him taking my virginity. And on this Tuesday all my imagining, all my wild flights of fancy and all my fervid, strong and clearly hopeless desires were all the more vivid. I kept telling myself we'll be in the house alone all night. I kept imagining the tap on my door after I was in bed, of dad coming into my room, of me wordlessly holding the duvet up and him coming into my bed. I bunked off at two. I knew that no one would miss me. I got home just before three and was surprised to see dad's Rangerover in the drive. I let myself in and called out that I was home. Dad came downstairs and standing at the bottom looked at me. He appeared nervous and edgy as he said quietly. "Hello Kelly." Kelly Tuesday afternoon "Hello dad, how are you" I stammered feeling as nervous as dad looked. As usual I dropped my bag in the hall at the bottom of the stairs, just where it had been when the panties were lying on it. Bill That afternoon I was nervous, just as Kelly looked. I hardly knew what to say, but I knew that we had to talk. So much had gone on between us, particularly her seeing me hard with my dressing gown open and me seeing her naked. As if that wasn't enough even more had gone in my head. "I think we need to talk don't you Kel?" I asked. "Yes dad I think we do" was the encouraging, but slightly worrying reply.