The Night I Fell In Love With My Daughter

[DaddyO]

I've been working the night shift down at the factory for the past month. The money's good, and we certainly can use it, but I still worry. I hate leaving my daughter alone in the house all night. I know she's an adult, having turned twenty in September, but she's still my little girl.

Or so I thought.


There was a problem at the factory last night. One of the machines broke down, sending toxic fumes through the plant. A lot of the guys got sick. I was one of the lucky ones.
Still, the place had to be shut down for a few days.
I headed home early.....

....and found my daughter on the couch with the kid next door. They were making out. I didn't want to embarrass them, so I started to quietly slink away. That's when I noticed Bobby had his pants unzipped, and my daughter had her delicate little fingers wrapped around his stiff cock.

I was stunned, and didn't know what to do. When I heard him suggest she suck on it, I suddenly did.
I stormed in and threw him out on his ass, vowing to break his neck if he ever touched my daughter again.

After that, my daughter and I had a terrible fight. Through her tears, she told me she never wanted to speak to me again.
I went to my bedroom and listened to her cry herself to sleep.
I didn't sleep a wink. All I could thing about was that boy's cock, and my daughter lowering her head and wrapping her lips around it and......

Suddenly, it hit me.
It wasn't his cock.
It was mine.
I was having incestious thoughts about my beautiful daughter.
My God.
What was I going to do......

 

[MissVictoria]

ooc: Can I join in, or are you waiting for someone specific?

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[DaddyO]

OOC: Welcome.

 

[MissVictoria]

I fled to the sanctuary of my room, locking the door behind and turning up the radio loudly to muffle my tears. I hadn't cried in ages, but tonight the occasion called for it.

I was devastated... I mean, how could he do that to me, just grab Bob off of me and toss him outside like I wasn't old enough to know what I was doing? I'm twenty. I can vote. I can suck a thousand cocks a day if I want, and there isn't a damn thing that anyone can do about it... except him.

Daddy has always had more control over me then he could ever possibly know. Ever since I was a little girl, I've looked up to him and tried to emulate him in every way possible. I just want to make him happy, to be his perfect little girl... and here I was, making him hate me.

I suppose you could say we were very close. I've always loved spending times with Daddy, more than most girls my age. But he is so much fun. More fun than boys like Bobby with their sloppy kisses and uncontrollable hardons- They could get horny looking at a lampshade.

I want someone who knew how to make a woman happy, someone who is willing to make sure that I am satisfied... not just someone looking to get off. I want someone mature, like Daddy. But even a girl who can't find her ideal man has needs... and here Daddy goes, treating me like a baby instead of the woman that I have become.

And here I am. I've told him that I hate him- that I never want to speak to him again, when all I've truly wanted to do is forget about Bobby and spend it snuggling with the real man in my life. I'd rather have my hands wrapped arou-

I cut myself off. I shouldn't be thinking this. I cry myself to sleep.

 

[MissVictoria]

I woke suddenly in the middle of the night, staring up at my ceiling. Had I gone to bed with the light turned off? What had woken me?

I caught a glimse of muted light from the hallway, shining through the crack of my door. Hadn't I locked it? I kept my head pressed to my pillow, a tinge of fear running up the length of my spine, trying to glance toward the door without revealing that I was awake.

I saw the outline of a figure shift positions in the hallway, then turn, walking down the hall.

I sat up in bed. "Daddy?" I asked, timidly.

 

[Guest]

I couldn't sleep.
I kept replaying our argument over and over again in my head.
God, the things I said to her.
The things I called her.
She would never forgive me.
And why should she?
I was the worst father in the world.


Since I knew I wasn't going to sleep a wink, I knew a caffeine fix was in order. I slipped on a pair of sweatpants and headed downstairs toward the kitchen. My path took me past my daughter's room. I froze outside her door indecisively. I wanted to go to her, but what would I say.
Gathering my courage, I pushed open her door. By the bright moonlight flooding her bedroom window, I could see that she was fast asleep. It was a warm night, so she was only wearing a sleeveless tee shirt and a pair of white cotton panties.
She was so beautiful. She took my breath away.

Every fatherly instinct I had was screaming at me to leave the room, close the door behind me, and try to wipe out all the evil thoughts I was having.

But I couldn't move.
So I stood in the doorway, just staring at her.
I don't know when I reached my hand into my sweatpants. But before I knew it, I had my fingers wrapped around my cock as I jerked off.

To the image of my own daughter.
It was wrong.
So wrong.
But it felt so good.
As I approached my orgasm, I must have momentarilary lost control and made some sort of noise, because my daughter started to stir.
To my horror, I watched her eyes open.

"Daddy?" she asked, her voice still fuzzy with sleep.
That's when I came in my pants.
I turned away and hurried down to the kitchen.
I went over to the sink and started washing my hands.
That's how my daughter found me moments later......

 

[DaddyO]

Damned cookies.
That was me.

 

[MissVictoria]

I listened to the sound of bare feet walking down the wood floor of the hall and slid my legs over the edge of the bed. It had to be daddy... had he come to check up on me during the night, as he used to when I was a little girl?

Smiling to myself I was flooded with love, and a desire to set things straight with him. Forgetting that I was so scantily clad, I hurried out of my room and to the kitchen where I saw him at the sink, washing his hands.

He was clad only in a pair of gray sweatpants... the ragged ones that he always loved to wear, and I found my eyes taking in the breadth of his shoulders. I'd always thought that daddy looked great from behind and I followed the curve of his spine down to his firm rear before blushing and glancing momentarily away.

Cautiously I approached him, and hailed him in my most timid little-girl-voice. "Daddy?"

He glanced over his shoulder at me, and I could not discern the strange look on his face. Was it anger? Disgust? Guilt?

I folded my hands together in front of me and looked down at the floor. "I don't want to fight with you... Its just that... I'm a big girl now... you know?"

I looked up and he nodded slightly, that strange look in his eyes.

I continued. "I'm sorry... I don't hate you daddy, I could never.... ever hate you. And I didn't mean the things I said..."

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Forgive me?"

 

[DaddyO]

OOC: What's your name, BTW?????

IC:


She continued. "I'm sorry... I don't hate you daddy, I could never.... ever hate you. And I didn't mean the things I said..."

Then she walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Forgive me?"


The instant she said that, she wasn't the only one crying. I couldn't help myself. I started bawling like a baby.

God.
I hadn't cried since......

Since my wife passed away.

Still.
It was a relief. And a release.
I wrapped my little girl in my arms and held her like I would never let go.

"I love you, Princess," I said.
"I love you too, Daddy," she said back to me.

I gave her a quick fatherly peck on the cheek. She rewarded me with the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.
So I kissed her again. On the lips.
It was another quick kiss, but her lips were so soft that I had to kiss her again.
And again.
And again.
I felt her body stiffen when I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and I wondered if I had crossed the line.....

 

[MissVictoria]

ooc no idea. You're my daddy... you must have had a hand in naming me

It was good to be forgiven. A great weight lifted from me when he called me princess, the nickname he had given me so long ago. Now I was in his arms, safe and secure... protected. His little girl again.

And then he kissed me- a grazing peck on the cheek, but I felt the urge to turn my head toward his lips and resisted. It felt like the first daring moment of a lengthy crush, and my first reaction was to become childishly giddy, blushing and beaming a broad smile into his waiting face. He kissed me again, quickly, but this time on the lips, and all traces of giddiness dissolved, replaced with something else entirely.

There is a certain energy that one feels when they are about to recieve attentions that they have been longing for. It is the few seconds between a first kiss, that tingling charge of electricity, excitement and anticipation. My body felt as though it lurched forward toward his, even though it had remained stationary, and the strange energy wound down the length of my spine, settling in my groin.

Then I remembered exactly who it was that was kissing me, and a wave of cold shame washed over me.

Still, he came in for another kiss, and then another. I felt my lips yearning towards his, parting to take his tongue against mine. NO... it was WRONG! My body grew stiff and rigid. I wanted to run, to push myself away from him, but another part of me wanted to stay.

This sweet contradiction heightened my desire, and his hands on my shoulders were warm and gentle, seemingly glueing me in place. And so I let him. I let his lips wash over me, and gladly. I let him come to me, so that I would have none of the blame.

But if I were truly blameless, then why were my lips so ravenously seeking his? Giving in to the moment, I moaned softly into the kiss.

 

[DaddyO]

OOC: Emily, it is. Or Emmy.

Just when I thought I had crossed the line never to return, completely destroying my daughter's love for me, I felt Emmy slide her soft tongue into my mouth.

By God, she was kissing me back!

I looked into her eyes and say the love there.
And something else.
Desire.

That's when I saw her look down.
My sweatpants had brushed against her body, and she couldn't help but notice the wet spot in the crotch area.

"Poor Daddy," she said. "You spilled something down the front of your...."

But then she stopped and put two and two together.
Instantly, she knew what I had been doing in her doorway.
I thought she would be revolted by the idea, but to my eternal shock and delight she only flashed a wicked, knowing smile....

 

[MissVictoria]

ooc wow, you managed to pick a name that I've been using in a lot of stories recently

He had been watching me.

The idea both shocked and excited me. How must I have looked to him, lying there in my bed asleep? Apparantly, I'd looked good enough for him to get off sneaking a peek. In a strange way, I took it as a compliment, and suddenly felt incredibly desirable.

It was almost a feeling of power, and knowing that I could elicit this reaction thrilled me to the core. I wondered what kind of a reaction I could get if I was trying. I smiled to him knowingly, and let my green eyes taunt him with amusement and accusation.

"Poor, poor Daddy... I don't imagine the lighting was good. Was it hard to see me? Do I look better now?"

I took a step forward, and he a step backward, bumping his rear against the sink, with no place to go.

"The lighting is much better here, but I bet it feels better than it looks... would you like to find out?" Before he could answer, I had raised my tanktop over my head, and let it drop to the ground at our feet. My arms wilting limply to my sides, I looked up at him, judging his reaction.

 

[DaddyO]

Before I could say a word to stop her, Emmy pulled her top over her head and let it drop to the kitchen floor.
She wore nothing underneath.
We stared at each other for an eternity, neither of us daring to move.


This was so wrong.
We had gone too far.
But it wasn't too late to stop.
Everything could still go back to the way it was.
I was her FATHER.........

Then I reached out and ran my hand over her firm mounds, and I knew there was no going back.

Still, I wasn't sure about Emmy's feelings.
When I tried to pull my hand away, however, she grabbed it and placed it back on her breast.

"Squeeze them, Daddy," she begged. "Squeeze them hard...."

So I did.....

 

[MissVictoria]

His large hands clamped onto my tender breasts, his fingers pinching into the sensative flesh. A soft sigh escaped my lips, and I arched forward a bit, my breath catching somewhere inside my mouth. It was so wrong... it felt so good... I exhaled with a slight, shaky breath. His hands were sound and strong, my flesh so delicate and pliable... at that very moment Em felt as if she were the epitome of femaninity, and he of masculinity.

"Don't stop Daddy..." she whispered. "Don't you dare stop."

 

[DaddyO]

Once I had Emmy's wonderful firm mounds in my grasp, I had no intention of stopping.
Ever.
Instead, I pulled her closer so I could use my mouth.
I started nibbling on her neck, and was rewarded by the sound of her breath catching in her throat. Then, I started in on her nipples, toying and teasing. Sucking the swollen tips in my mouth, then holding them between my teeth. The sound Emmy made when I did that could only be described as animalistic.

My little girl was turned on.

"Let's go to bed, Princess," I said. "I want to make love to you."
"I want you to make love to me, Daddy," she sighed. "Now...."

 

[MissVictoria]

"I want you to make love to me, Daddy," I mewed. "Now...."

I grabbed him by the waistband of his sweats, and began pulling him toward his bedroom as I walked backward. The fabric stretched forward, and I could see the hardening flesh of his cock standing on end.

Licking my bottom lip, I smiled sweetly to him and kept walking, pulling him along by his waistline. He followed without objection.

 

[DaddyO]

It took us close to ten minutes to make it back to her bedroom.

Every few steps we would stop to kiss, and that would turn into a lengthy makeout session as our tongues danced and as our hands roamed freely over the other person's body.

I couldn't remember ever being this excited in my life.
Not only was I about to make love to a beautiful young woman, I was also about to break one of the strongest taboos known to man.

We finally made it. Emmy climbed on the bed and waited for me to join her. She looked so lovely lying there, clad in nothing but a minute pair of panties. Waves of desire washed over me.

"What are you waiting for, Daddy?" she asked.

"This," I said.

With that, I pulled off my sweatpants. Now, I was totally naked. I stood there for a moment, letting my daughter see me for the first time. Letting her see what my lust for her had done to my stiff prick......

 

[SugarDeSpice]

ooc: I'll take over as the daughter if you would like

ic:

My eyes widened in shock, his enormous, "Wow....oh god Daddy that thing is huge!" I whisper and subconciously lick my lips.

I sat up on my elbows, my naked breasts swaying, "Like I said daddy what are you waiting for?"