6 comments/ 38950 views/ 23 favorites A Father's Kiss Ch. 01 By: DaveLane2014 I was just eighteen and still in high school the first time I fully kissed my father, though that act had been an obsession of mine ever since I hit puberty and realized how gorgeous he was. Really, he was so incredibly handsome! I had been secretly dressing in my mother's and sister's clothes for years and had gotten pretty good at it, so privately pining away the days until I had those precious hours alone to glamorize myself into the girl I so longed to be. With two older sisters, I had learned a lot and had it down pat. I knew where everything was and knew how to get things just right. But really, it was so incredible that I hadn't been caught as my glamorous, teen self, as I did it so often and took such liberties with all my mother's and sister's things... their clothes, makeup, lingerie, everything! To this day, I don't know if it was luck, smarts, or just that being the youngest in the family that I was able to get away with it all. Seemed I just faded into the background with no one really paying all that much attention to anything I was doing. But with all of my mother's and sister's things at my fingertips, with the feel of their hosiery and dresses against my skin, I felt myself becoming more and more feminine with every glorious opportunity I could steal. Having long blonde hair, a slight build, and only 5' 6" high didn't hurt either. Then one fateful Saturday when I was all along for what I had thought hours of private time, the unimaginable happened. My father came home unexpectedly just after I had finished dressing as feminine as I had ever been, wearing breast forms I had gotten underneath my mother's lace bra, pantyhose, and this wonderful flower dress of hers, with my makeup and hair nearly perfect. It was insane, really. Just after I had put on a final coat of my mother's coral-red lipstick and was admiring myself in her vanity mirror, I heard the front door open, then shut. Trapped in my parent's room, adorning myself in my mother's vanity mirror, there was nowhere to run. I completely froze. As I saw my father walk into the room, my heart stopped. There, with my father looking at me in all my hoped for femininity, all I could say was, "Daddy, I'm sorry." I hadn't a clue how he'd react. Seemed I was expecting to be scolded, or rebuffed in some way. But all he did was take my hand and lead me out to our living room and sat down next to me on our sofa. "Honey," he said tenderly, "If this is who you feel yourself to be, there is no shame in that, no shame at all." And then looking me straight into my eyes he added, "My god, you are simply beautiful." All I could do was start to cry. I felt so lost. But then my father took me in his arms and hugged me as I trembled. I couldn't believe how safe and at ease I was in his arms. The whole thing was like a dream. Wiping my tears, we locked eyes and the unimaginable happened. Like some love scene from a movie, our lips drew closer and before I knew what was happening, my father kissed me. My body quivered, but my desire fell to his as that one kiss became another, then another. My heart was racing and I could hardly breathe, but within it all was the feel of his wonderful, caressing arms. I can still so remember that feeling of my lipstick pealing from my his lips with each parting breath. I was on fire, wanting to almost crawl inside him, never for a moment realizing how much we would soon be connected. "Daddy, I love you so much," I said, with him answering the same and pulling my lips impossibly closer, deeper. We kissed over and over again, our arms clutching each other in an almost carnivorous longing. With each touch of our lips, an Incestuous reunion. I could feel his heart beating as if it were my own. And then I began to feel something more... It was so easy, so natural as I lent myself down and began to unbutton him. It only took a few seconds before I was presented with what I had dreamt of for so very long. I took his cock into my mouth as if oxygen, so desperately needed. It was as huge as I knew it would be and I took it in fully, so deeply into my being, and with each stroke of my lips my father gasped such a wonderful sound of pleasure. I pulled my lips up and down... up and down, over and over again, taking him deeply in, with my lipstick so perfectly helping to glide my efforts. After what seemed a lifetime, my father's penis was as red as my lips and I could tell he was only moments away from exploding. But I needed to do just one more thing before that particular sharing. I needed to act out a fantasy I had had for years. I pulled my self up and stood above him. He looked so incredibly handsome, and so wonderfully on fire for me, his newly-found daughter, lover. "Daddy, I'll be right back," I told him and quietly went off to the bathroom. Alone in the bathroom, I had to make myself as sexy as possible. I touched up my makeup, eyeliner, mascara, and put on another full coat of red lipstick. I dropped my dress to the floor, exposing myself in only my mother's filled, white lace bra, matching white lace panties, and pantyhose. I took another look in the mirror, brushed my hair just right, put on another few stokes of lipstick, then went out to meet my dream. I slowly walked up to my father, climbed onto his lap and straddled him completely. I looked deeply into his eyes and took his lips to mine, kissing him as passionately as I believe possible. Over and over I kissed him, and with each kiss my years of fantasy came true. "Ok, daddy..." I said as I slowly pulled away, "It's time." With that, I returned below to his wonderful cock, to take it in fully, but this time there would be no stopping. I started slowly, tenderly placing my red lips upon his penis, kissing its tip, savoring every moment before he entered completely into my very being. Then so slowly and gently, I pulled him in, caressing every inch upon my lips as he entered fully inside me. Soon I found my rhythm and found myself pulling him into my very soul, covering nearly every inch of his manhood with my lipstick. Back and forth, up and down, I wonderfully labored, never for a moment gaging as his insanely large cock entered down into my throat. Over and over again it went, with each stroke bringing my father so wonderfully deeper into my desires. And then, finally, it happened. Down on my knees with my arms fully around his waist and my hair dancing all around my efforts, dressed as the woman I so wanted to be and with the only man I had ever dreamt of being with, my father began to cum. With each pulse, I pulled his massive cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, as if in some sort of incestuous, erotic harmony that surly few could ever know. I swallowed each thrust of my wonderful father's cum and begged for more. Over and over I pulled him into me, and over and over again he came, with the very seed that had made me now mine... forever, wonderfully mine. After a silence took hold, I pulled myself back up into my father's arms, kissed him fully and deeply on his lips, rested my head on his shoulder, with each of us knowing things had changed forever. His son no longer, for now I was unquestionably and completely his devoted daughter. End Part 1 A Father's Kiss Ch. 02 Later that night, my father and I managed to find our place back into the household, to our own beds, and somehow able to drift off from our encounter the night before. We had passionately kissed each other good-night before my mother came home and I had sadly showered off my glamor, returning myself to the son I was believed to be. I awoke to the sound of rain pounding hard on my window and laid there in my bed recounting the night before. Just as I realized my jaw and lips were a bit sore, I heard my mother calling to all that our usual, lazy Saturday breakfast was ready. I had made my way to the bathroom I shared with my sister, I got myself together, clasped my robe together, brushed my teeth, and took a long look at myself in the mirror... and then at my sister's makeup drawer, having had it as my own only hours before. I held that glance for a few moments before my mother's call beckoned me to make my way out to start the day. As everyone came round, slowly making their way to the breakfast table, I could tell my sister was grouchy as hell, as usual, though she looked incredible within her white, terrycloth robe, with her amazing, fully formed, teen body that I so envied. Out of the hallway, my father finally came in, looking at everyone with a furrowed glance, but for a slight, hidden smile to me, which set my heart on fire. I gave back my own smile, locked eyes for a brief moment, but we both knew the time wasn't right to take that smile further... that would come later, I somehow knew. After breakfast, as was usual, everyone seemed to fade off to their own weekend activities. My sister to her her friends and my mother to shop for whatever with her sisters. Both certainly off for hours. My father quietly said he'd not be going in to work as he usually did, that he'd just relax around the house with me. My mother said something about it being good that we'd have some time together, to which both my father and I both took a long look at one another. When everyone was gone and we knew the time was ours, my father and I came together and hugged. He tried to kiss me, but I relented, telling him I didn't feel right to reconnect without being the daughter he had known to night before. He smiled and held my hand as I gently pulled away and made my way to my mother's and sister's world, each of us knowing that later we would be back together in our own, newly discovered way. Usually when I found myself in my parent's room to dress, it had always been at a rather frantic pace, never knowing completely the time I had. But on this wonderful, rainy Saturday morning, I comforted myself in the knowledge that on this special day, time was no longer my enemy. It took about an hour to get it all right, to completely adorned myself as the woman I so wanted to present myself to my father. Really, all fell seamlessly in place, as I had had been doing it all privately for years. But this time was special, knowing that not only did I have the time to do things right, but knew my very father, the man of my dreams, was waiting for me. The thought of wrapping my arms around my father and kissing him again as completely feminine as possible lit a fire inside me that I've never experienced before. Everything was going to be perfect, and I knew just how to make that so. After I showered and went into my parents room, I was completely at ease as I had never been. All was there for me, my mother's lingerie and hosiery, with my secret breast forms in tow to fill her ample cups... It was magical, really. Everything was there for me, in every way. After I put on my mother's pantyhose, white lace panties and bra, tucked everything in place, I went to my sister's room and stole her perfect little short red, sweater dress that was to die for, sexy as hell that she had worn to a party the week before. When all was in place, I found myself in front of my mother's vanity mirror where I made myself up into a completely glamorous young teen queen. I pulled a razor over my upper lip, though not really needed, as a beard had never really been a problem for me, applied a bit of foundation, then eyeliner, mascara, a pale-red rouge upon my cheeks, red lip liner to fill-out my lips, and then my mother's deepest red lipsticks, which so inside me made my transformation into womanhood complete. Before I went out, I couldn't help but to stop and admire myself in the mirror for a few minutes, looking at the curves of my body, the fully-figured young woman I had been able to become, my sister's dress so tightly and wonderfully caressing my body, my curves, my breasts. I applied another few strokes of my mother's lipstick, over and over again, then with my heart pounding so insanely, I opened the door of my parent's bedroom and went out to find my father. Daddy was sitting on the couch in our living room, right where we had been together the night before, just looking off to the distance and in apparent deep thought. When he heard me come in, he slowly rose to meet my somewhat timid gaze. "Oh my god, honey... good lord," he said looking at me completely, almost whispering. " I... I was going to talk with you about all this, but... Oh my god..." I knew why he was at loss for words and was flattered beyond belief, which only gave me the strength to take charge of this precious moment between us. Slowly, I walked to my father, looked him straight into his gorgeous, deep blues eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed my red, lipstick lips upon his and began to kiss him fully and so very, very deeply. End Part 2 A Father's Kiss Ch. 03 In the living room where I grew up, where so many childhood memories of mine could be told, my heart pounded wildly as my arms continued to wrap around my father's neck, pulling his lips onto mine, each of us caressing the other and bringing our bodies, our longing into an almost insane, incestual desire that seemed to have no end. During it all, deep within the recesses of my mind, I tried to take it all in. Here I was, dressed as completely feminine as I knew to be, with my red lipstick pealing so wonderfully, magically from my father's lips, my father who once bounced me on his knee, scolded me for not picking up after myself, put a bandage on a cut finger and consoled me as I cried... Yet somehow, in some way, with each kiss all of that came together and only magnified my longing for him, my wonderful, incredibly handsome father. When we finally parted, I wanted nothing more than to go back the couch and revisit the night before, pulling his amazing cock back into my mouth as deeply as possible. However, that hope quickly took a turn as my father lifted me up off the floor and into his arms. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but when he kissed me again fully and began carrying me into his bedroom, I began to understand. Laying upon my parent's quilted bedspread in my sister's little red dress, with my mother's underthings now completely mine, so deeply within all my hoped for femininity, I looked up at my father who stood above me, just beyond reach. "Not yet, daddy...," I said as I got up to go and fix myself up a bit, knowing my makeup was surly a mess. "I'll be right back!" "Women...," my father said smiling, which thrilled me to no end! In my parent's bathroom, I found what now seemed like my own things in my mother's makeup drawer and began to make myself up as glamours as I possible. After about 10 minutes, I as pretty happy with my look. My mascara and makeup seemed just right, and my long blonde hair brushed-up, femininely. I fully coated my lips with another shade of my mother's red lipsticks, which I couldn't seem to stop applying to get it right. Then after I adjusted my underthings, made sure my bra and breast forms were in place, pulled down tight my sister's dress... and after I felt myself up a bit, I took a long look at myself in the full-length mirror on the door. Not bad, I thought as I opened the bathroom door, walked nonchalantly past my father with every ounce of coolness I could muster, my heart pounding so, and laid back down upon his bed, hoping I looked every much the woman I felt to be. "My god," my father said. "You look gorgeous, honey." "Thank you, daddy," I said trying to take in the moment as much as I could. "Now what," I said somewhat playfully. Then our eyes locked and the room seemed to take on another feel as my father slowly began to untie his robe. I had seen naked guys before in my school's locker room, but had always looked away in fear that my desire for guys would be noticed, would manifest itself. But on this day, things were different and I somehow knew my deepest, hidden fantasy to be with a man in every way, yet alone my own wonderful father, was but moments away. With his incredible, muscular, naked body there so completely before me, with his huge cock so erect just for me, I found myself more aroused as I had never been. Just as I could stand it no longer and was about rush back up into my father's arms, his lips, his full erection that I had known so completely the night before, he smiled and sat down next to me, leaned in, and kissed me. "It's ok, honey," he said almost whispering, realizing my near panicked excitement as I laid so femininely adorned on his bed and looking up to him with such obvious longing. "I'll take it from here." With that, he opened a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a little tube. At first I didn't understand, but then when he put a little dab from the tube on his cock and began to cover it completely, I began to realize what was to come. Slowly my father laid down on top of me and kissed me more deeply than I thought possible, with his cock hard and pressing on my own. Then, he rose up, reached below, quietly pulled off my mother's white lace panties and pantyhose, and pulled up my dress just above my waist. When he parted my legs, I knew what was coming... though could hardly believe it was happening. As my legs opened, I instinctively pulled my knees to my shoulders to position myself. And then he laid himself down onto as I wrapped my legs and arms around him, bringing him to me, desperately longing for him to be completely inside me. And then it happened. My father began to press himself into me. I was a virgin, of course, but the lotion he had used seemed to be all that was needed for my wonderful father to completely, though so very slowly and gently, slide his enormous cock into me. The feel of my father's cock entering me was lightyears from anything I had ever imagined possible, so far beyond reason. It hurt at first, but with each slow stroke inside, my father tenderly kissed my lips, stroked my hair and told me how much he loved me. With that, the pain just gave way to my desire to have him inside me completely. When my father was fully there, deep within me, with my legs and arms completely around his body, we soon found our rhythm, with me pulling his wonderful masculinity into my very soul. On and on we went, fully making love, and with each of my father's thrusts we kissed again. I was in complete heaven. And then, just when my father was about to cum, he looked deeply into my eyes, kissed me, and said the most wonderful thing that I'll hold to my heart for the rest of my life. "Honey, you are amazing. Such a beautiful, beautiful woman." With that, he exploded inside me. As my father's cum entered me, I pulled his lips to mine, wrapped my arms and legs even more tightly around him, and took in each pulse of his desire.