0 comments/ 139487 views/ 48 favorites Memories of Father By: genderbender I was seventeen when my mother died, just a month before I began my senior year of high school and six weeks before my eighteenth birthday. We'd been very close, though I think it was difficult for her when I grew from young girl to young woman. It was easier for her when I was more dependent on her, as most children are. I think she also was uncomfortable with how close I was with my father during those years when my body began changing so quickly, so dramatically. There wasn't anything going on that my mother needed to worry about. Sure, we'd flirt with each other, but my father was always respectful, even when he became aroused by my budding sexuality. I always knew he loved me and his response to my developing curves in all honesty, was something I enjoyed. He was devastated by my mother's death. I knew they were close. They had an intense relationship in every way. They'd fight together and then make up. I grew up very much aware of their making love behind the closed door of their bedroom. There was no misinterpreting the sounds or the glow in each of their faces once they emerged. They were always holding hands, or brushing against each other. I discovered them one day making out in the kitchen, my mother sitting on the edge of the table, my father leaning between her open legs, his fingers pressing into her sumptuous breasts. I ducked out, closing the front door again with a flourish to give them warning of my arrival. When I entered the kitchen a second time my father was facing the sink, no doubt hiding his arousal and my mother was adjusting the front of her rumpled blouse. I don't know if they realized I'd seen them, but it was definitely shocking to me at age twelve. I knew how much he missed her. After the funeral he immediately returned to work and went through the motions of living a normal life, but he'd come home and collapse in front of the television. If I hadn't cooked and put food on the table I doubt he would have eaten anything. I was concerned about him, but what does a teenager know about coping with such painful feelings? I figured if only I could cheer him up that he'd get over it. Somehow, I think it was the day after my rather abysmal eighteenth birthday celebration, I came to the conclusion that if I could get him to flirt with me again, perhaps he'd come around. I began wearing more provocative clothes. He'd encouraged me to go through my mother's things and take anything I wanted. I was developing a figure much like hers, something for which I've always been grateful. She was a very sexy, very attractive woman who always got lots of attention for her lovely curves. So I moved virtually all of her lingerie into my room, as well as quite a few garments that suited me. I began wearing tight pants or short skirts and I'd leave the top buttons of my blouse undone. By that time I was wearing my mother's really sexy brassieres, you know, the lowcut jobs that show off the curves of your breasts. It wasn't long before I noticed my father's eyes falling to the front of my blouse when I leaned over to put food on the table, or to hand him a drink when he sat in his recliner. His attention was surprisingly exciting for me. I'd thought at first that I was doing something for him, but quickly I realized how much I was enjoying my little game. My father was responding, his mood getting better when we'd meet in the kitchen after he'd returned from work. I'd be getting food ready. At first he'd simply join me as he sipped a cocktail, sitting at the table while I worked. Then he began joining me at the counter as we chopped vegetables or stirred whatever was in a pot or frying pan. I could feel his eyes caressing my body. He'd compliment me on how nice I looked. We began joking, the way we had in the past. He'd kid me about how the boys at school must really be excited by how I looked. He didn't understand that I only dressed like that for him. I'd pose for him, turning to show off my outfit as his eyes opened wide and he whistled his appreciation. I sensed this was potentially dangerous territory to enter with my father, yet it seemed like the right thing to do. He was still young and very handsome, a virile man who kept himself in good shape. He had weights in the basement, though he stopped working out when my mother died. When I was younger I'd watch him working out, appreciating his muscles as he pressed heavily laden weights above his broad shoulders. He wore only a pair of shorts when he lifted weights so I could see his glistening body as he exercised. I recall pondering the bulge in the front of his shorts, which seemed to grow as he worked out. I'd seen him naked when I was much younger, so I knew that boys had things hanging between their legs. I knew enough from the joking around with classmates to know this bulge represented something important and would watch in awe as the bulge expanded from time to time. This experience prepared me for later years when I'd feel the bulge beneath my bottom when I'd settle on my father's lap for a goodnight kiss. I was developing curves by that time and my mother was very upset when I'd climb onto my father's lap. I stopped eventually, though I resented her for objecting. Now there was no one to stop me! As my father became more attentive it seemed a natural thing to do. I remember that fateful night when I joined my father in the den. He drank quite a bit of wine with dinner and was tipsy by the time he settled in his chair and turned on the television. I finished the dishes and after a moments hesitation I walked to the den. I didn't ask for permission before I turned and settled on his lap. I don't know what he was thinking but his hands slid around my waist. There was no missing his response to my presence. The bulge growing beneath my bottom said it all. He was clearly turned on by the feel my body cuddled next to his. I slid my arm around his shoulders, leaning closer until my breasts were pressing against his chest. His eyes dropped to the open front of my blouse and I could sense his breathing stop. His hips shifted beneath me and I could tell he was losing control. I certainly didn't know where this dance would lead but I remember my excitement at having stirred such a powerful response in this handsome man who happened to be my father. I lowered my face to his neck, reveling in the familiar scent as I softly kissed him. I could feel his hand moving along my side, fingers coming to rest just below my breast. I'd made out with boys before and more than once felt a boy's fingers eagerly caressing my breasts, so I knew what my father was doing. I just wished he'd touch me! Juices were surging through my loins, another familiar feeling, though not one I'd experienced so powerfully before with my father. I recognized in retrospect that this was a key moment in the drama that unfolded over those months. If my father had been able to restrain himself nothing more would likely have happened. I certainly had no plan to actively seduce him. I was old enough that I'd spent many heated nights in the backseat of a boy's car, but I'd gone no further than some heavy petting. I'd enjoyed the experience, but was really pretty bewildered about where to go with those feelings. Beyond nestling in my father's arms I surely would have done nothing more... His fingers slowly turned, lifting, curving to conform to the underside of his daughter's lush breast before sweeping higher to cup the fullness of the mound. Shelley groaned against his neck, fingers clutching his shoulder as she turned slightly away from his chest to give him room to caress her heaving bosom. He stared at his fingers, amazed at what he was doing as he gently squeezed the remarkable fullness of her firm breast. The open front of her blouse showed the deep cleavage between the lush curves above the lowcut brassiere she'd no doubt taken from her mother's lingerie drawer. She was so much like her mother he mused as his fingers measured the round breast. He knew he was in deep trouble, that what he was doing was wrong. But how could he turn away from this lush teenager now in his embrace? His fingers moved, tips coming together to tease the stiff nipple at the center of one breast. His organ was hard beneath the firm round curves of his daughter's perfect young bottom. He'd been aroused before when she sat on his lap, but not like this! This time no one would object to what they were doing, no one would question his shaking fingers eagerly caressing his daughter's womanly curves. He closed his eyes, allowing his fingertips to learn the curves his eyes had caressed so often before. They trailed over the roundness of both breasts, then eased down over her flat belly and out to glide along the firm thigh until they reached the bottom of her short skirt. Her nylons added to his excitement as he eased his fingertips along the slithering material and beneath the tight skirt. Shelley's lips were on his cheek giving him wet kisses as she moaned against his skin, her breathing now coming in sharp gasps. He'd felt such torment in the past, his eyes unable to give up his daughter's blossoming body as she walked about their home dressed in skimpy shorts and tee shirts. One time he'd walked in on her when she stood in front of the bathroom mirror wearing only a dainty brassiere and incredibly tiny panties. Their eyes locked together after he finally lifted his gaze from the perfection of her young body. It was as though they'd been caught in a time warp, neither of them able either to move or speak. It had been his wife's voice calling from the other room that finally broke their reverie. His whole body shook as he withdrew. In that moment he was certain he was going to hell. Now his fingertips were easing over the top of his daughter's thigh, then down between them until he was touching the softest silk imaginable. He pressed into the material, his daughter's thighs easing apart in what could only be considered an invitation. He peered down at his wrist, at the skirt rising along her slender thighs as they opened until at last he was staring directly at his fingers miraculously touching the shimmering silk where it formed a pouch between his daughter's legs. "Ooo Daddy!" His daughter's words were intense with passion as she whispered in his ear, lips just barely brushing his skin. He felt goose bumps rising on his skin. He moved his fingers over the pouch, sensing the outline of her aroused genitals lying buried there. Her hips shuddered and her legs spread even wider apart. He intensified the contact, aware that he was touching her exactly where she most wanted to be touched. His fingers flicked from side to side, gently manipulating Shelley's engorged clitoris through the silk. Her moans were deeper and her hips shifted to follow his movement, longing for the caress he was bestowing on her. Suddenly she was climaxing, her hips jerking uncontrollably as she shrieked her release, fingers like claws on his arm! Her body writhed as he held the contact, slowly beginning to relax from the powerful orgasm. Without thinking he turned his face to catch his daughter's expression but instead was met with soft lips pressing his own mouth. The kiss instantly deepened, confirming the shocking, forbidden passion between the two of them. It didn't matter that they were father and daughter. What they'd just shared was a promise of a new relationship, an openly sexual relationship. He didn't know whether to celebrate or beg his deceased wife's forgiveness. They held one another for a while, his daughter's breathing gradually returning to normal. His rigid member, however, had experienced no release and was still wedged between his daughter's cheeks. To his surprise and delight it appeared his daughter was not prepared for this evening to end. She turned her face to his once again and offered her moist lips. He quickly accepted the invitation and they indulged themselves in a slow, leisurely kiss that gradually built in intensity. The moment their lips parted Shelley began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. He leaned back, eyes following her fingers as they pulled the panels of fabric apart, revealing her incredibly desirable breasts cradled in a daringly lowcut brassiere he'd seen often before on her mother. Shelley was every bit as well endowed as her mother, at least in the bosom department. His daughter was more slender than her mother with narrower hips which made the roundness of her perfect bottom even more dramatic. His fingers spread over one breast, the tips riding along the lace trim of the abbreviated cup before sliding beneath the firm mound and cradling it in his palm. His fingertips found her nipple and began twirling it as it got hard. Shelley reached behind her back and released the brassiere's clasp and the harness relaxed. He slid his hand beneath the brassiere, lifting both breasts free. He was using two hands now to caress the firm mounds. Shelley was once again moving on his lap, her firm bottom massaging his throbbing cock. He was at a loss about how to proceed, yet knew he had to find relief for the ache in his groin. "Daddy, I think we should go to my room." Shelley's words broke his reverie and he instantly understood what she was suggesting. "Yes, I think we should." It took them a moment to extract themselves from the chair and begin their short journey. Shelley's blouse fell over her breasts but he still could see the inner slopes of both mounds as they walked hand in hand down the narrow hallway and into her bedroom. A small lamp offered the only illumination, which seemed perfect at the moment. He was feeling intense arousal as well as more than a little embarrassment at what they were doing together. Shelley dropped his hand and began disrobing. She was so matter of fact about what she was doing that he simply stood there and watched, a feeling of awe rising within him. The blouse was tossed on a chair, quickly joined by the skimpy brassiere. He watched intently as she undid the button and zipper at the side of her skirt, bending to slide it off her long legs. She stood before him now wearing only her bikini panties. "Aren't you going to join me?" He felt her eyes on him and without thinking began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled it out of his jeans and began to undo them. He stepped out of his jeans before stripping the shirt down his arms and tossing it on the chair. His jockey shorts were literally filled with his erection, a fact not missed by his daughter whose eyes were fixed on the prominent bulge. He stepped closer, extending his hands until they grasped Shelley's slender waist. He drew her body to his, marveling at the firmness of her breasts against his naked chest. Their hips instinctively ground together as their lips found one another. He felt her hands move over his back and allowed his own fingers to wander down until they encountered silk. He cupped her bottom, drawing her loins closer still as he rode his erection across the prominent mound between her thighs. On impulse he released his grip on her bottom and collapsed in front of her. He gazed up between her breasts and could see the bewilderment in her eyes. He smiled to reassure her before leaning forward and lightly kissing the triangle of silk covering her pubic hair. He tilted his head back, allowing his chin to graze the bone above her genitals. Shelley sighed, her fingers reaching out to grasp his shoulders. He peered up again, this time extending his tongue before leaning forward. His kiss was lower this time as he wedged his face between his daughter's warm thighs and pressed his lips into the pouch holding her most sensitive flesh. Her eyes widened. She was completely unprepared for what he was offering. He moved his mouth form side to side, his tongue pressing into the silk. His fingers rode along the backside of Shelley's thighs, then beneath the silk to caress her bare bottom and pull her genitals...more tightly against his mouth. One hand slid around. He leaned back, eyes holding Shelley's gaze as his fingers slowly dragged the silk to one side, exposing her genitals. He licked his lips lasciviously and Shelley groaned. She understood what he was proposing and it obviously turned her on. He leaned forward, tongue extending until he was tasting salty flesh. Lips nuzzled into the moist folds as his tongue danced over the prominent ridge that marked her engorged clitoris. He tucked his tongue behind it and dragged the rough muscle through the folds. Shelley was moaning now, her fingers clutching the back of his head. He licked, then sucked, then pushed his stiff tongue into the opening of his daughter's pussy. She instantly came again, her body suddenly collapsing back against the bed. He stood up, gazing down at this ravishing creature lying almost naked before him. He quickly stripped his shorts down, aware of his daughter's eyes fixed to his rigid organ. He knew he couldn't fuck her, not his own daughter. He kneeled on the bed. shuffling forward until his lips found Shelley's once again. She rolled toward him, her bent leg pressing against his thighs. He pressed forward with his hips, drawing his cock along the warm flesh of her firm thigh. Then to his shock he felt fingers slipping around his organ until they were grasping the thick shaft. He lifted his lips and peered into his daughter's eyes. He couldn't help but wonder whether she'd done this before with some lucky teenager. Certainly he had plenty of experiences with willing girls when he'd been her age. She smiled, her fingers gently stroking him. His eyes closed. It felt so good! He fell back against the mattress and Shelley eased next to him, her breasts pressing into his side, one thigh atop his as her fingers continued to pleasure him. Then she was whispering to him. "Tell me what to do daddy." He drew her face to his and kissed her again, his whole being filled with gratitude for this gift she was giving him. She'd just turned eighteen years old and certainly was not a wild girl. She may have fooled around with some guy, but she wasn't a whore! He rolled onto his back again, this time drawing his daughter's body atop his. She moved instinctively, her thighs parting over his, her full breasts mashed against his chest. His hips lifted, pressing his erection between her thighs, riding across the soft silk covering her loins. She moved her hips in counterpoint. They were kissing again and his hands lovingly caressed her curves, ending up cupping her perfect bottom once again as he guided their movements. He knew he wouldn't get off like this, but it was a wonderful introduction to making love. Then he was rolling again, disengaging their bodies as they lay side by side. Her fingers immediately formed around his cock again and began stroking him. She drew the bulging crown of his cock between her thighs, brushing the sensitive flesh against the silk as she caressed him. As she dragged his organ from side to side between her thighs, the silk moved with her until at one point the tip of his cock eased beneath the silk and into the soft folds he'd kissed only a short while before. Shelley clearly understood where his cock belonged, even if she didn't quite understand how this was all supposed to happen. Her hips pressed forward as her fingers shifted his cock across the tender folds of flesh. Her own juices were flowing as well, no doubt about that! His fingers tweaked her nipple and he leaned down to suck it into his mouth. Shelley sighed, signaling the beginning of another cycle of arousal. He thrust forward with his hips, mimicking a motion he knew so well. Shelley rolled onto her back, legs spreading wide to accommodate him as he swung himself above her. Her fingers guided his cock to the opening of her pussy, clearly waiting for him to penetrate her. He gazed along the perfection of her young body to where his thick cock was framed between his daughter's thighs. He leaned into her, allowing the tip of his cock to just wedge between the folds of her pussy, then withdrew. Shifting to one side again he shuffled along the bed covers until he was kneeling next to his daughter's face, his rigid cock rising over her shoulder. Memories of Father "Sweetheart." Her eyes were wide as they moved from his cock to meet his gaze. "You know that kiss I gave you between your legs just a while ago?" "Yes." "That felt good didn't it?" "It was wonderful." Her hand lifted from her side and rose until her fingers slowly wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock. "I'd love it if you kissed me like that." Her face flushed but a smile quickly crossed her lips. Without speaking she leaned closer. He stared in wonder as his beautiful daughter pressed her full, moist lips to the tip of his cock. The lips moved, softening in what could only be called a kiss. After a moment her tongue slithered between her lips and began caressing the underside of his organ. Her eyes were getting heavy and he could tell she was really into this! Her lips parted and his cock began sliding along her tongue and into the wet heat of her mouth. "That's it baby, just like that." He reached down to touch her scalp, then slid his fingers lower to caress her cheek. Her head leaned closer, then back, then closer. She seemed to understand instinctively what to do and he was loving it. "Use your tongue sweetheart." Her tongue instantly began massaging the sensitive flesh at the rim as she gently sucked. He knew it wouldn't take much of this before he lost it. He leaned back, holding his daughter's head so her mouth wouldn't follow him. "I'm getting close sweetheart. Use your hand." She began stroking him, fingers firm as they held his cock. "Oh yeah." His fingers left her head as both hands gripped his hips to steady himself. His body was moving against her pumping fingers. He was so close! Then he felt her lips again, mouth sucking his cock as her tongue swirled. He exploded in her mouth, his ejaculation rocking his entire body! He stared down in shock and awe at his daughter's beautiful face poised in front of his glistening cock. Cum oozed from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She withdrew, tongue extended beneath his still surging organ, leaving a trail of thick fluid. Then, with their eyes holding one another he saw her curl her tongue into her mouth and swallow the residue of his cum. He could hardly believe what he was seeing! He leaned down and pressed his lips to his daughter's mouth, extending his tongue to share the fruits of her labor with this tempting creature who seemed to know so little about sex, but who so naturally threw herself into each passionate moment. They collapsed into one another's arms and fell asleep. It wasn't too long before we started making love. What we shared that first night was so surprising and so exciting to me that I didn't even think about stopping. I wanted more! Of course, my father's rising spirits made it all seem worthwhile. He was embarrassed the next day, but only for a short while. No doubt our being in bed naked together had something to do with his coming around. After a short conversation during which he expressed some regrets, we found ourselves once again in each other's arms, bodies writhing together. He directed the enterprise and soon we were lying next to one another, our faces buried in one another groin as we shared a kiss as old as time. When we finally came, not more than a matter of moments apart, I knew I'd died and gone to heaven. No wonder my parents spent so much time in their bedroom! He knew things were moving too fast but couldn't stop himself. They were making love every evening after he got home from work and every morning before he left. He'd still resisted the idea of fucking his daughter but as their lovemaking became more and more uninhibited, it was beginning to feel like a silly notion. Finally, he gingerly suggested they might want to think about seeing a doctor so Shelley could begin taking the pill. "I already have a prescription." They were lying naked on her bed after an intense hour of making out. His head rested on Shelley's thigh and her fingers were still cupping his scrotum. "Mom thought it might be a good idea, but I never filled it." He smiled at his wife's foresight. She'd been the one who'd seduced him when they were teens, her body hot to go all the way after their frequent and intense forays in the back seat of his father's sedan. "Good. I think you should do that." "I do too." She leaned over and kissed his cock, tongue slithering over the tender flesh in invitation. He hadn't had an orgasm yet and was more than a little interested in what she appeared to be offering. They drove all the way across the city that night, intent on avoiding anyone they knew. Silly though it might seem, they were going on a date. Shelley had been on the pill for some time now and they decided to make a night of it before "consummating" their taboo sexual relationship. Although Shelley was only a couple of months past her eighteenth birthday at the time, she was mature looking for her age, especially when she used makeup and wore fancy clothes. In truth, when she finally emerged from her room after an extended retreat, he could hardly believe his eyes. Her long brunette hair was piled on top of her head in an elegant style. Her eyes were perfectly made up, long lashes fluttering above her deepset green eyes, cheeks subtly colored with blush, full lips glistening with freshly applied gloss. She'd obviously taken things from the closet in his room that held his wife's clothing. The tailored blouse was silk, tucked into a stylishly short leather skirt. She wore high heels and dark colored nylons. "Wow!" He stepped to her side and kissed her on the cheek, aware of her heavy breast touching his chest. He glanced down into the open front of the blouse to the very sexy cleavage she showed. "I might not be able to keep my hands off you tonight young lady." She smiled. "That's fine with me." Shelley stepped to his side and slid her hand behind his arm before pulling his elbow tightly against the bulging side of her breast. He realized as they sat at the restaurant eating that the difference in their ages would not be thought extraordinary, at least not in ten years when Shelley would be in her late- twenties. That she was his daughter, as well as his lover, would definitely raise eyebrows however. He finished his wine before slipping his hand beneath the table and running his fingers along his daughter's thigh. She turned to gaze at him, a smirk on her lips. "Warming up, right?" Her fingers rested on the back of his hand and slowly slid it between her thighs. He knew that directly beneath the leather lay the treasure he was about to enjoy. "I'm already hot." "Well, lets get in the car so I can cool you off." He smiled. She was one sweet lover, as uninhibited as her mother had ever been. "Waiter, check please." They had planned on going to a movie, but there was no way either of them could wait any longer for this culmination of their "courtship". As promised, Shelley opened the front of his trousers as soon as they got in the car and without hesitation pressed her mouth to his stiff organ. He knew she'd have been more than willing to take his cum in her mouth, if that's what he wanted. In fact, over their weeks of passionate lovemaking she'd become quite skilled in using her mouth to give him relief and there was little doubt she enjoyed swallowing his cum. But tonight he intended to save every ounce of his juices for the bottom of her sweet young pussy. He reached down and stopped her, lifting her head before giving her a deep, passionate kiss. This little dance they were doing was especially arousing. Most times they simply fell into bed naked and did what came naturally. Tonight they were playing a little seduction game and he loved it! At the moment he was leaning against the back of the sofa in the den, his eyes following Shelley's sensuous movements as she danced to the low music playing on the radio. Only one lamp had been lit so the room was dark enough to add to the intrigue. Her hands moved down her sides, then up until her fingers were cupping her prominent breasts through the silk. Fingers were slipping buttons free, but she didn't open the blouse, or pull it out of her skirt. She kept dancing, turning, bending, offering him a hint of what so dramatically filled her skimpy brassiere. She lifted her foot and rested it on the arm of the sofa, carefully raising her skirt to show him the lace edge at the top of her nylon, as well as the strap of her garter belt. Her panties came into view between her thighs but quickly disappeared again as she lowered her leg. Then she was turning away from him, bending at the waist as though picking something up. Her skirt slid up along the backside of her thighs until her panties once again came into view. Her fingers extended back between her thighs, playing across the silk in the most suggestive way. She turned again and he saw the blouse had been pulled out of the skirt. Shelley drew the panels wide apart before shrugging the garment off her shoulders. The delicate brassiere cradling her gorgeous breasts was a burnt orange, the same color as her panties. The blouse on the floor was quickly joined by her skirt, which cascaded down her thighs. His teenage daughter stood before him in her mother's sexy undergarments looking like a very seductive woman, not a little girl. She walked around the end of the sofa and extended her hand to take his, a smile lifting her full lips. "It's time," she whispered, turning toward her bedroom. She undressed him as he stood next to her bed, her fingers confident as they moved over his body. When he was down to his shorts they embraced one another, sharing a deep kiss. Then Shelley settled on the bed, reaching out immediately to grip the waistband of his shorts and begin pulling the skimpy garment down. His cock was heavy with excitement, though not yet at its full dimensions. He gazed down at his daughter's beautiful face as she leaned closer and began kissing his penis. Her mouth moved down the shaft as her fingers gently lifted the member. Finally, her lips parted over the crown and she tilted her head back. He stepped closer, easing his cock into the waiting mouth. She was a fast learner, an avid student of amore. He slowly fucked her mouth, fingers grazing her cheeks, their eyes locking together. He withdrew, gently pushing her back against the mattress before dropping to his knees and pressing his mouth between her thighs. He stripped her panties off, then reapplied his lips to the puffy folds, tongue riding over lips, then into the moist opening. Shelley spread her legs wide, hips lifting off the bed to follow his tongue, arms extending, fingers clutching the bedspread as her hips shuddered. He'd given her so many orgasms this way that she was ready to cum when she felt his breath on her genitals. He withdrew, rising to his feet before leaning his entire body above his daughter. Shelley shifted on the bed as he kneeled between her legs. Slowly he lay down on top of her, marveling at the firmness of her body as they embraced each other, lips coming together. He lifted his hips, reached down to grasp his cock before playing the tip across soft, moist folds of flesh waiting for him. His daughter groaned at the contact, her legs spreading wider apart in anticipation of what lay ahead for them both. He rode his hips higher, the bulging tip of his cock wedging between the soft folds which readily parted for him. He knew there was pain here for his daughter, but it was the only way for them to consummate this intense passion they'd kindled for one another. He pressed forward, aware that Shelley was holding still to accommodate his movement. His cock entered the tight opening, the pussy that had never before been fucked. His daughter's pussy just for him! He withdrew, then eased forward again, this time feeling lubrication from her youthful body inviting him to go deeper. He did, until he came to the barrier he knew he'd find there. He withdrew again, his eyes locked on his daughter's. Her expression told of her excitement, her eyes suggesting fear. He slid in and out a couple of times, watching the arousal build in her face and eyes. She was moaning, fingers clutching his arms. "Please, daddy.!" He plunged forward, his body unable to resist this sweet pussy any longer. Shelley shrieked, an expression of pain crossing her face for an instant. But then he felt her hips lifting, inviting him into her center. He pulled back, then rode in again until his cock filled his daughter's entire pussy. They kissed and his hips began moving in a dance he knew so well and that his daughter seemed eager to learn. Soon they were fucking with abandon, his thick cock riding in and out of her upturned pussy. He gazed down between their bodies, past his daughter's firm breasts that shuddered each time he thrust into her, past her slender waist, to where they were joined. His cock felt like a log it was so big! He'd never been more turned on and knew it was because what they were doing together was not only against the law, it was a violation of every taboo known to man. He was fucking his own daughter and she was loving it as much as he was! When I first began to seduce my father I'd had little experience. What I saw in movies and on television made sex intriguing and my first forays with boys my age were wonderfully hot. But as my father and I came together I was swept up in feelings so intense and exciting that nothing could have stopped me from seeking more. I'd known nothing about oral sex. The first time I felt his lips between my legs I almost died! Then I kissed his penis, something that would have seemed impossible to enjoy before I felt that silken crown against my lips and tongue. I lost myself in that first kiss, shocked at his response to my efforts. When he came in my mouth I felt both surprised and filled with joy that I'd given this man I loved so much pleasure. Then I felt that beautiful penis sliding into my pussy. Despite the expectation of pain, the sensations were so delicious I was clinging to my father, practically begging him to go deeper. The pain was sharp but dissolved quickly as that thick organ began moving in and out of my body. By the time he ejaculated I was in such a state that I would have fucked him all night long. But when he came my body totally unleashed its own explosion which practically annihilated me. We lay afterwards in one another's arms, juices oozing from my pussy, my father's head resting against my breasts. My breathing slowly came back to normal. All I could think about was when we would fuck again! We did fall asleep after a short while but when I woke in the middle of the night all I was aware of was the soft penis resting against my thigh and how much I wanted to lick and suck it. He slowly arose into consciousness, his awareness focusing on the tender kisses centered on his cock. He opened his eyes which fell on the lush naked curves of his daughter lying next to him. He recalled the powerful lovemaking they'd shared the night before, his cock exploding in her upturned pussy as screams filled the night. Now she was gently licking his manhood, which slowly extended itself along his thigh, the thick crown resting on her pursed lips. She was completely focused on what she was doing, oblivious to his observing eyes. Her lips parted, splaying over the crown as she sucked him into her mouth. He'd been delighted by her obvious enjoyment in kissing him like this, even shocked by her willingness to accept his cum as he ejaculated into her mouth. He knew that was what she was seeking at his moment... Shelley was so like her mother when she was that age. Lisa was so hot! She wasn't easy though, not by a long shot. She was a knockout and surely got more attention than she wanted. She'd learned to keep boys at arms length, to make them work for her favors. He never understood exactly why she'd responded to him the way she did. But he was certainly not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She accepted his invitation to see a movie and things happened pretty quickly after that. By the third date they were making out in the back seat of his father's car. The next date he touched her breasts for the first time. Within a month they were naked in one another's arms, writhing together as his cock instinctively sought connection. He never quite figured out how she knew so much about sex, but she was definitely the one who kept leading them into new territory. By the time she began kissing his cock, they couldn't keep their hands off one another. And did she love to suck his cock!... His eyes focused on Shelley's face, on her lips spread around the fully engorged shaft of his cock as her head bobbed up and down, tongue slithering beneath the underside of the shaft. He reached over, fingers sliding between his daughter's thighs until they found the tender folds still moist from their earlier lovemaking. Shelley's eyes opened, peering up at him as her mouth continued its wonderful caress. His fingertips gently played across the swollen nub of her clitoris, light fluttering movements guaranteed to give her pleasure. Her hips shifted, leg lifting to give him greater access. He leaned closer, his tongue replacing his fingers between the tender folds, tasting the saltiness of his dried cum. They rolled closer to one another, their bodies touching. He reached around to caress his daughter's round bottom, pulling her loins toward his busy lips and tongue. Shelley's groans told him she was getting closer too. His hips gingerly thrust forward, pressing the tip of his organ deep into his daughter's mouth. Tension was building in his loins and he knew he was getting close. His lips spread over the soft folds, his tongue penetrating into the tight opening his cock had penetrated for the first time the night before. He'd loved fucking his daughter, loved cumming in her heaving body. She writhed against him, her breasts shifting against his belly, her mouth sucking with greater urgency. He was cumming! He moaned, hips shuddering as he ejaculated into his daughter's willing mouth. He could feel her swallowing. Then her own orgasm arrived, a sharp squeal rising in her throat but dying against the thick cock still filling her mouth. His tongue withdrew, then played across the tiny erection rising from the soft folds, massaging the sensitive flesh as additional waves of release shook her being. He knew he'd never get enough of what his tempting daughter had to offer him with her incredible body and her passionate, uninhibited behavior. She was his lover now, no matter how great the taboo against what they were doing. Neither of them was willing to let the other go. My entire senior year I was my father's lover. He gave me unbelievable pleasure, using his fingers, lips, tongue and penis to stimulate me in every imaginable way. It was as though I were in a state of almost continuous arousal, either coming down from a passionate tryst or looking forward to our next sensual journey. I was careful about not telling my friends what was happening in our home. I also avoided wearing provocative clothes at school. I'm sure my friends were bewildered by my behavior. The year before I'd been boy crazy like everyone I hung out with. But boys held no appeal to me now that my father was leading me into the joys of heterosexual love. Of course, the attention I often got from boys at school did contribute to the excitement I brought home to share with my father. I didn't tell him about the feelings stirred by boys' eyes caressing my body, as his had done for years before we finally became lovers. I knew when he'd get home from work that our never ending game of seduction would resume. He wanted me to dress sexy for him, to tease him. He loved it when I went down on him. Of course, sucking him like that gave me incredible pleasure as well, a pleasure I continue to indulge, well after our passionate affair came to an end. You understand, of course, it did come to an end. I guess that's why I'm writing about it. I've heard so many horror stories about girls who were seduced by their fathers and how it ruined their lives. My year and a half affair with my father was really a lovely thing, not a cause of sorrow. He needed me and I was happy to give him my virginity and my body. Memories of Father My mother's sexy lingerie was now all in my room, as were the most revealing of her blouses, skirts, sweaters and dresses. I had some inkling about my parent's sex life, about the games they played with one another. I'd even seen them make love one time when we were on vacation. The cabin had a porch running all the way around it. I guess they didn't hear me walk by the window of their room that afternoon, probably because I was barefoot after a leisurely swim. I gazed into their window without intent. I didn't even know they were in the dimly lit room. But their naked bodies were hard to miss as they writhed together on the rumpled bed sheets. My mother was on her knees above my father, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her torso as she rocked back and forth. From the position of the bed in relation to the window where I stood I could see my father's long, thick cock appear, then disappear again into my mother's lunging body. I was shocked to actually see them fucking but I was also mesmerized by the beauty of their bodies and the passion of their meeting. My father's hands moved over my mother's body, caressing her breasts, holding her hips as he guided her thrusts against his cock. I could hardly believe it when she slid off the monstrous organ, glistening with her juices, and bent down to take it in her mouth. I'd never seen anything so exciting in my entire life. It was an image that fueled my masturbation for months afterwards. I'm certain she swallowed his cum, though at the time I didn't understand enough to put all those ideas together. I crept away from the window as she snuggled into his arms, knowing those images would stay with me forever. And now I was the sultry woman seducing my father, using my willing mouth, my practiced fingers to give him pleasure. I'd change clothes after school, selecting daring undergarments and tight outwear that showed off my maturing curves. I understood from how well my mother's brassieres fit that my body was like hers. I also could tell from my father's reaction when he walked in the door and found me leaning against the counter in the kitchen. His eyes would widen as they slowly moved down my body, pausing at the open front of my blouse, or at my thighs emerging from the short skirt, or at my nylon covered legs and high heels. Inevitably he'd walk up to me, his fingers lifting until they spread over my breasts, his lips lightly touching mine. By the time his loins pressed into mine I could feel his erection. More often than not we never got out of the kitchen! He'd lead me to the table, pressing me back as he eased between my legs. Usually he'd push my skirt up and press his face between my thighs, his magic tongue caressing me first through my silk panties but inevitably finding naked flesh. I was never able to contain myself when he licked me like that, his lips forming over my clitoris, then sucking as his tongue flashed across the tiny erection. He loved to make me cum like that, continuing as one orgasm quickly followed another. By the time he lifted his wet mouth I was so limp that all I could do was stare as he opened the front of his trousers, pushing his white cotton shorts down and preparing his rigid cock for what invariably happened next. I will never forget the intensity of feelings when that thick crown spread the moist lips of my well lubricated cunt. No matter how many times my father fucked me I never got over the wonder and joy of feeling his cock enter me the first time. He was such an uninhibited lover, at least after his initial concern with hurting me. He'd enter me slowly each time we made love, his eyes moving from my naked genitals to meet my gaze. Sometimes he'd lean over and spread his hands over my breasts, fingertips finding the nipples. Other times he'd just fuck me with powerful thrusts that shook the table beneath me. Then his fingers were locked at my hips, dragging me toward his ramming cock. I'd grip the edge of the table, hips out of control as they shuddered on the cool surface. By the time we finally came I was usually screaming with excitement. I'd have to jamb my hand into my mouth to quiet myself for fear of bringing the police. We didn't want the police spoiling our secret game, our forbidden affair. Then we'd take a shower together and I'd go down on him, licking his long cock as water cascaded down his body and over my upturned face. He loved to watch me caress him with my lips and tongue. I learned that if I slid my finger into his ass when I was sucking him that his cock would quickly harden, no matter what we'd done before. I didn't mind if he failed to cum when we made out like that. I knew he would share those precious juices with me before we went to bed. Of course, other things happened in the shower as well. It was there one afternoon that my father began licking between the cheeks of my bottom. I hadn't understood when he asked me to turn around after he'd been lovingly kissing my pussy but I was a willing pupil. When I felt his lips moving over my bottom I sensed there were possibilities I hadn't dreamed of before. By the time his muscular tongue began teasing my ass I was beside myself with excitement. When he reached around to tickle my clitoris, his tongue continuing that devilish caress I came on the spot. From that moment on I encouraged that kiss as often as possible. The only drawback was that it was difficult for me to get my mouth on my father's body when his face was pressed to my backside. His fingertips moved lightly over the round curves as he stared. He'd loved this part of his relationship with his wife. Somehow it was so taboo that it really turned them both on. He leaned closer, lips softening as he began the kissing the firm flesh of his daughter's perfect bottom. Warm water cascaded over the silky skin. His eyes marked the boundary line of her tan, his tongue riding along the curve as his mouth rode higher. Shelley's legs were braced and he noticed she eased her feet apart as his mouth moved, as his tongue lightly licked. He shifted to the right, his mouth coming to rest in the crevice between the prominent cheeks. His tongue slithered into the crevice and he heard his daughter gasp. He pressed forward, fingers fanning out over each cheek and gently spreading them as his lips dove into the darkness. His tongue slid out, stiff like an erection, then softening to play over the hidden flesh. He licked and Shelley groaned. Her hips pressed back against his mouth, an instinctive move that he appreciated. His tongue found the tender center, playing across her ass. Her groans were more intense. He penetrated the tight circle, then withdrew to twirl his tongue around the opening. His hands slid around her hips, gently pulling her back against his mouth, then easing between her thighs until fingertips found the familiar folds surrounding her genitals. His own cock felt like a steel bar! He'd love to fuck his daughter in the ass, to feel that tight circle grip his thick organ. But right now he simply wanted to give her release, to demonstrate the incredible variety of sexual pleasure. She came as his tongue once again penetrated the dark opening of her ass. So, what changed our happy little life of fucking and sucking? Well, to be honest, my efforts at improving my father's despair were so successful that he renewed his love of life and found himself a girl friend! When I finally figured out what was going on I could hardly believe it. We made love practically every day. I have no idea when he found either the time or the energy to pursue another relationship. But he did and eventually his ardor for me diminished. I was bewildered. I was saddened. I was frustrated. I'd come to take our sexually intense relationship as the norm. I came to rely on being treated to orgasms at least twice a day and foregoing my almost daily mouthful of cum was unthinkable. At first I tried harder to interest my father in making out. He'd have excuses, then he'd tease me over my libido. But gradually I relaxed, still enjoying our lovemaking when it occurred, but more accepting of his disinterest or his occasional absence. It was about two months after these subtle changes began that he finally told me about Kelly, a twenty-five year old secretary with whom he worked. He said they'd begun spending some time together and he really liked her. I felt jealous and I guess it showed because my father was very solicitous, telling me how much he loved me and how I would always be the most important person in his life. He even made passionate love to me that night. But in the morning he told me he thought it best if we cooled our sexual relationship a bit. We had this long conversation about the impossibility of continuing to be lovers. He spoke about my need to be with boys my own age. He thanked me for my generosity in helping him through his grief. He told me I was an incredible lover, perhaps the best he'd ever had. I cried a bit and he comforted me but we didn't make love that morning before we went our separate ways. For a while I assumed we would never make love again, but it didn't play out that way. In fact, the way it did play out was quite surprising. Dad brought Kelly over one evening to meet me before they went out for a movie. She was really a knockout! I could understand why my father would be attracted to such a sexy young woman. And she seemed really into him, though he was more than ten years her senior. But what really surprised me was that my father had told Kelly about our relationship, about how I'd saved him following my mother's death. Kelly was very understanding and I had the feeling she might have had some experience with incest herself. As they were preparing to leave she made a point of coming over and giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. After my father's car drove away I went to my room and masturbated, images of my father with Kelly passing through my mind. The fact this lovely, young woman knew the secret of my relationship with my father felt almost voyeuristic. As I caressed my body I imagined her eyes following the movements of my fingers. It was eerie and remarkably exciting. A couple of weeks later Kelly returned to our home, though it was at the end of the evening rather than the beginning. I'd already changed into sleepwear and had slid into bed when I heard the front door close and the sound of voices reached my room. A few moments later my father's head appeared at the door opening into the hall. "Sweetheart, Kelly and I are home. Just wanted to see if you're okay." The door pushed open wider and Kelly stepped past my dad, a broad smile on her face. "I'm fine dad." "Well, then, have a good night." He disappeared and I heard Kelly giggle. So this was a first. My father had brought his girl friend home to spend the night. I lay in bed feeling sorry for myself for having been displaced as my father's lover. I heard the two of them, knowledgeable enough by then to understand the meaning of the sounds I heard. They were fucking up a storm in there! I tried to shut the sounds out but eventually found myself masturbating as I listened to Kelly's groans and visualized my father's mouth between her slender thighs. I stopped myself eventually, putting my pillow over my head and falling asleep. It was probably the middle of the night when I was awakened by a hand gently nudging my shoulder through the covers. Then I heard whispered words that only barely made sense to my half asleep mind. "Move over. You're father's snoring like a lumberjack." I felt a weight on the bed, then the cool air as covers were lifted. The next thing I knew a warm body pressed against my side and I was instantly awake. I understood immediately that the body next to me was naked, a woman's body! My breathing became ragged and I tried to calm myself. I'd slept over at friend's homes and shared a bed with them. No big deal, right?! But my girl friends didn't snuggle close to me like this and they certainly didn't sleep in the nude. They also didn't have outrageous curves like this very sexy young woman. I could hardly fail to notice the firm, naked breasts against my arm. "Are you awake?" I could smell the sweetness of alcohol on Kelly's breath as she whispered. I thought for a moment of keeping still, of pretending to be asleep. But my breathing was too labored, my heart was pounding so loudly in my chest I felt certain she could hear it. "Yeah, I'm awake." Kelly's hips seemed to shift closer to me, then pull back, almost like a sexual movement. My breathing stopped for an instant, waiting to see what she would say next, what she would do. "Good." I felt fingers sliding across my stomach and around my waist. "I wasn't ready to go to sleep yet. We can keep each other company." Kelly's arm rested just beneath my breasts and I felt myself getting turned on. Somehow it didn't matter that the warm body pressed next to mine belonged to a woman. I hadn't made out with my father in a couple of weeks and I was really horny. And I could smell the residue of my father's cum on this woman and it only added to my excitement. I had no idea whether Kelly was making a pass at me and I had no idea what it meant to makeout with another woman, but my juices were beginning to flow. On impulse I turned to face Kelly who made no move to withdraw. Suddenly the breasts that had been against my arm were nestled into my own bosom and our faces were only inches apart. There was just enough light that I could see the details of her lovely face and to meet her steady gaze. When Kelly's tongue darted out to moisten her lips I was almost certain she intended to kiss me. To my surprise, the possibility was intriguing. Her head leaned closer and without a word Kelly touched her lips against mine. It was less a kiss than lips simply touching, at least at first. I guess when I didn't object she felt she could take another step. Her lips softened against mine and I accepted the invitation, moving my lips against hers. I could smell the womanness of her and it seemed to add to my arousal because when her tongue touched my lips I instantly opened my mouth to welcome the caress. It was so natural to reciprocate, to dance my tongue along hers until they were playing between our mouths. Then I felt her fingers on my breast and I understood for the first time that women make love very much like a man does. Her fingertips teasing my nipple through the thin cotton was every bit at exciting as my father's caress. And her thigh riding between my legs carried a promise I welcomed without hesitation. I stripped off my pajamas and embraced this beautiful woman's body. Soon our mouths were roaming and I discovered the joy of caressing a woman's breasts, of feeling soft genital folds beneath my lips as my tongue pleasured an erection as small as my own. I was so ripe for this meeting, so ready for the orgasms Kelly's fingers and tongue brought me that I was willing to do anything and everything. I even practiced my father's decadent caress by kissing Kelly between the cheeks of her round bottom. I don't know how many times I came that night, but we ended our joyous lovemaking only as the morning light appeared in the window of my room. Then mid-morning my father joined us and we made love together into the afternoon, finding combinations as creative as they were exciting. We remained a threesome for a number of months, but the possibilities suggested by Kelly's arrival in my bed were too delicious to ignore. Before the end of my senior year I'd become lovers with another girl in my class. My father had moved on to another relationship with a woman closer to his own age. She showed no interest in me as a sexual partner and I was content with Jessica. I missed my father's lovely, long cock, from time to time, but Jessica bought this outrageous dildo and soothed my longing for that kind of loving. My father and I look back fondly on out passionate interlude, but we are both content with our simpler relationship as father and daughter. We've found satisfaction in the arms of others since that wonderful time. I still feel gratitude for his kind, loving introduction to sexual joy. Thanks dad! Afterward ....When I reread these words last week I got so turned on I had to masturbate. I finished graduate school in June and as I was cleaning out my papers I came across these slightly yellowed pages. I'd forgotten about them, though I never completely forgot about those exciting years. I've had many partners over the years, both women and men, and feel quite liberated as a woman and as a sexual being. But sharing my bed and body with my father was surely a high point of my life. In fact, after I read my "memoir" I visited him. I'm embarrassed to admit my intention was to make mischief. I did! My father lives in a lovely condominium now in an elegant complex in the city near his work. He's been very successful in his career and I imagine he's quite wealthy. He certainly was very generous with me as my education continued and continued. Of course, I've visited his home many times, having met each of his girl friends in turn. He seriously considered marrying his last girl friend, but Marcia, though extremely beautiful, was not exactly a passionate person. Although my father never said so directly, I had the impression that it was her lack of ardor in bed that finally cooled him to the prospect of marriage. He couldn't settle for a beautiful woman who was little more than an ornament on his arm. He needs a partner as well as a playmate. I called before visiting and he was genuinely pleased to entertain me. He had food brought in that evening, another sign of his wealth I guess. The young woman serving was dressed in a black and white uniform. She carried herself with refinement and treated us with respect I'd always appreciated at the fine restaurants my father occasionally took me to on special days like my birthday. I'd been a bit calculating in selecting my outfit for the evening and knew I looked good seated across from my handsome father who was now in his late-forties. I fantasized about the young woman's observations of the two of us, perhaps thinking we were lovers. My fantasies, as well as the excellent wine, no doubt contributed to the flush I felt in my cheeks. "Thank you Dora. That'll be all for the evening." We pushed ourselves from the table. My father slid his hand beneath my arm and steered my toward the living room. "I thought a sip of cognac might be nice." His voice had a soothing, almost seductive tone. "I'd like that." I settled on the leather cushion of the sofa facing the large window with its dramatic view of the city skyline brilliant with lights of the night. I carefully arranged my short skirt on my lap, my nylon covered legs crossing demurely while at the same time revealing a long length of thigh. I glanced across the room at my father who was concentrating on pouring liquor in the oversized brandy snifters. I reached up and quickly undid the top button of my blouse, smoothing the shimmering silk over my breasts before settling my hands at either side of my legs. I was as ready as I'd ever be, I mused. Would my very sexy father be willing to renew an affair with his only daughter, now in her late-twenties rather than her late-teens? "Here you are." I leaned toward the marble topped table to accept the snifter, aware as I did so that the front of my blouse fell away from my bosom ever so slightly. Our fingers touched for an instant and I raised my eyes to meet his gaze. I wasn't certain whether he'd taken in the view I was offering him, but his lips lifted in a warm smile. He lowered his eyes before stepping around the table and easing onto the cushion next to mine. Raising his snifter toward me he offered a toast. "To my gorgeous daughter and her wonderful success." Our eyes held one another for a moment and I smiled. I wasn't quite certain what he was referring to as my success, though perhaps he had in mind the doctorate I'd completed a few months before. But then his eyes moved down to my breasts and my face instantly flushed. It didn't matter what he was referring to because there was more pressing business at hand.