I confess i love incest story's.
Darcy And Dad
Mom had lost her battle with breast cancer five years earlier. Dad was still experiencing grief and seemed to be having difficulty adjusting to life as a widower. After all, they had been happily married for 25 years, having met as teenagers. Essentially their adult life together was the only one that either of them had ever known.
Watching dad struggle emotionally through the months and years following mom’s passing was heartbreaking. Dad remained in my parents’ home out in the country. It was certainly more of a house than he needed now, but he said there was a connection there that he just couldn’t sever.
I wanted to be more supportive of dad during that awful time, but I was engulfed in my own tumultuous life, having recently ended a two year relationship with my boyfriend after catching him in bed with our neighbor! So after throwing his cheating ass out I had to face the realization that I simply couldn’t afford to stay in that apartment alone. I was not interested in a roommate and I was really at my wit’s end. What was I to do?
Dad had helped me financially a few times in the past and I’m sure he would have helped me again had I asked. But honestly, I realized that his cash would provide only a short term fix and in my heart I knew that I needed to make a major lifestyle change. That’s when the idea came to me… ‘Maybe I can move back home with daddy.’
“NO WAY! Stop it Darcy! You’re 27 years old now. You have your own life and you cannot go back home and live with daddy,” said the voice in my head. And although I knew that to be true, I still couldn’t ignore the prospect of how financially advantageous it would be for me, not to mention how helpful I could be to dad around the house. I gave it serious thought for the next few days and eventually decided to run the idea past dad.
So later that week one evening after dad got home from work I stopped by for a visit. He seemed puzzled that I was there on a weeknight but appeared happy to see me. I was a bit nervous and didn’t quite know how to begin my presentation. So after fumbling around looking for the right words I finally just blurted it out, “Dad, can I move back home?”
Dad replied, “Darcy, what happened between you and Doug?
“I caught him in our bed with Melinda, the slut in the adjoining apartment, so I threw his ass out and I am all done with him now and there’s no way I can afford that apartment on my own,” I exclaimed, now sporting some huge alligator tears.
Dad said, “Well sure honey, you can have your old room back. How long do you anticipate needing it?”
“I’m not really sure dad. I’m just trying to regroup right now and formulate a feasible plan. I don’t want to get into financial trouble and my thinking was that you would also benefit from me moving back as well. I can help you with cooking, cleaning, household chores, and just about anything else that you need done. I can kind of be a replacement for mom, well… I mean, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to imply that I can ever replace mom… I just meant…”
Dad quickly interjected, “That’s alright honey, I know exactly what you mean. Don’t sweat it. I understand perfectly. No need to apologize. It‘s been hard on all of us. Let‘s just concentrate now on getting your life put back together.”
“Thanks dad, I love you so much, thank you a thousand times,” I said, as I hugged dad and kissed him on his forehead.
That next Saturday I rented a small truck and commandeered a few guys that I work with and we got all my stuff out of the apartment and over to my dad’s house. It took the entire day and by midnight I was exhausted. I told dad that I was going to grab a shower, go to bed, and I’d finish unpacking tomorrow. He agreed that it had been a long day and he then retrieved some clean bath towels out of the linen closet for me. I took my shower and quickly fell asleep.
Upon awakening Sunday morning dad had cooked a huge breakfast for us. I thought that was so sweet of him. He said that it was nice to have someone to sit at the table and speak with and how he so missed doing that with mom. I grabbed his hand and said, “Well dad, you have me here now and things are going to be much better for you.”
After breakfast I immediately went back to work unpacking and getting settled in. Dad walked into my room and asked if there was anything that he could help me with. I told him that I pretty much had everything under control… And no sooner did I say that did a large box that was sitting on the edge of the bed fall over and its contents spill onto the floor. Now there lay at my dad’s feet a ten inch purple dildo… And to make matters worse, the impact of it hitting the ground somehow triggered it into the on position! So there I sit on the edge of the bed, totally mortified, watching this vibrating donkey dick bounce around on the hardwood floor right smack in front of us! I was so humiliated.
I said, “Oh my God, I am so sorry, dad.”
Then dad said, “Sorry for what, being human? Don’t sweat it. Just turn it off now before you kill the battery!” He then chuckled as he left the room.
Wow… I didn’t realize that my dad could be so hip. I mean, he was my father and I really never had the occasion to discuss anything sexual with him as I was growing up. But today, for the first time ever I got to see a different side of him. Dad wasn’t just a parent figure anymore… I saw him now as a man, an equal, even a sexual being! I began to feel an immediate closeness with dad that had been absent before. I felt like I connected with him in some special way that morning and that we could now be good friends and discuss anything together. It was definitely a new and strangely exciting feeling.
It took most of Sunday to get everything put away and make my room livable. Dad was on the riding lawn mower and nightfall was fast approaching. I went outside and asked him if he’d like to have a pizza delivered for dinner since it was getting kind of late to start cooking a meal. He said, “Sure honey, that sounds great to me. Go into my room and take the Visa card from my wallet and call in the order.”
So I go back inside and enter dad’s bedroom but didn’t see his wallet anywhere. I opened his top dresser drawer thinking he might keep it in there. Well, I didn’t find his wallet but much to my surprise I did find a stack of the most hardcore porno magazines I’d ever seen in my life. Holy shit, I didn’t know my dad looked at this stuff! And as if that wasn’t enough, I came across a bottle of personal lubricant. Oh my God, my dad has been jerking off to dirty pictures! I felt so ashamed and embarrassed from what I had discovered, yet equally excited. The thought of my dad jerking off somehow gave me a sensual rush and I felt my vagina becoming moist. My God, this isn’t happening, I thought. How can I be getting aroused over my own father?
Just then my dad appeared in the doorway. I was caught red handed! I had one of the magazines opened to the centerfold picture and the bottle of personal lubricant sitting in my lap. There was no way out of this one and I was sure dad was going to be really pissed at me for invading his privacy.
I began to explain how I was looking for his wallet but dad quickly interrupted me and said, “Now Darcy, listen to me. If you’re going to be living under my roof you’re going to have to play by my rules.”
Oh boy, I felt like I really blew it now and that he was going to let me have it big time.
Dad continued, “In this house I do certain things - private things - that you may or may not condone. But the fact of the matter is, since your mom passed on five years ago I have not been with a woman. Men have certain needs and so I choose to satisfy those needs myself, in private. It’s just something I must do to maintain my sexual sanity and if...”
Then I interrupted, “Oh daddy, of course I understand. I’m an adult and a woman of the world. I know all about masturbation and the male libido. I didn’t just crawl out from under a rock. I am just so sorry for rummaging through your stuff. I truly was only looking for your wallet. And as for these personal items, I don’t have a problem with any of them, seriously. I mean, now that Doug and I have split I’ll probably have to do the same thing for awhile!”
Dad jokingly replied, “Yea, unless you keep dropping your new partner on the floor!”
Dad then opened a different drawer, retrieved his wallet and called in the pizza order. He then said he was going to take a shower and asked if I could keep an ear out for the pizza guy. I told him I would and then retreated to my room.
I was still somewhat distracted by the mental image of my dad jerking off to those dirty magazines. The thought of it was exhilarating to me and for however wrong that was, it felt just as right. I could feel my vagina continuing to moisten and I knew that I’d have to relieve my sexual tension soon.
With dad in the shower and the pizza still 30 minutes away I thought there would be no better time than now. So I shut my bedroom door, got my dildo, removed all my clothes, laid on my bed, closed my eyes, and entered my new fantasyland.
My clitoris was extremely sensitive and I felt a strange tingling deep inside my vagina. I was clearly aroused far beyond where Doug had ever taken me before. It had to be the new environment, the risk of getting caught by my dad, and the image of him masturbating that had me so supercharged. Whatever it was, I wanted to embrace it. These newfound sensations consumed me and I was rendered powerless by them.
Clitoral stimulation alone had always given me a decent orgasm. But today I wanted penetration too. I was wild with excitement and began having images of my dad being inside me, holding me, satisfying my every desire, loving me in the way that he always loved mom. The thought of that was a real turn on so I inserted the dildo deep into my vagina and began ramming my g-spot, closed my eyes and imagined it was dad inside me. I continued to work my clit and fondle my breasts with the other hand, going back and forth between the two.
My orgasm was building like a fierce volcano that was nearing eruption. This was going to be a real powerhouse of a release. I could feel it coming and I couldn’t stop it. I moaned as my body wrenched with delight, one contraction after another, delivering a sexual release like I had never experienced before. My vagina gushed with cum as it pooled on the sheet at my butt. The orgasm must have lasted for several minutes. It was ecstasy and I didn’t want it to end.
But then the doorbell rang. It was the pizza guy! Dad was surprisingly already out of the shower and dressed so he dealt with that. I guess I’d lost track of time. So I quickly went into my bathroom, washed up a bit and put on some clean panties. Dad knocked on my bedroom door to tell me that dinner is served. I told him that I’d be right out.
We sat at the dining room table and dug into our pizza. It was loaded with toppings and extra cheese. It was definitely the pizza to die for!
But dad had just two pieces and said, “Well, that‘s it for me.”
I said, “What? Two pieces and you’re calling it quits?”
He jokingly replied, “Hey, I need to watch my cute little figure!”
Actually I shouldn’t have been surprised. Dad had become somewhat of a health fanatic ever since mom got sick and died. He lost a lot of weight and still exercises at the local gym faithfully three nights a week after work.
Dad’s really done a nice job of toning up his body over the past few years. Even now in his mid-forties he’s really somewhat of a stud muffin! And for the life of me I can’t understand why some woman hasn’t already snagged him.
But in a selfish kind of way I’m glad that no one has. I think I’d be insanely jealous of any woman that got in between me and daddy now. I know that sounds very possessive, but I want daddy all for myself now and I’ll do anything to keep it that way. Anything!
So the weekend was coming to a close and bedtime was fast upon us. Dad said goodnight and went to his room and I said goodnight and went to my room.
But after laying there for a few minutes I suddenly remembered that dad recently had a mechanical timer installed on his hot water tank to save on electricity and I had no clue how to set it. I’d be up and in the shower an hour before dad the next morning and I wanted to make sure that I’d have hot water.
So I got back out of bed and walked across the house to dad’s room but noticed that his bedroom door was closed. I was getting ready to knock when I heard dad talking to someone. His voice sounded kind of weird though. I didn’t want to eavesdrop but my curiosity really got the best of me. I placed my ear gently up to his door and listened.
Oh my God, I think he was jerking off! I was hearing some moaning and I swear I even heard my name a few times… “Darcy, Oh Darcy… You are so much like your mom and I love you so much.”
That was it! Dad was fantasizing about me while he was jerking off! I felt so honored and powerful and again I began to tremble with excitement as I became sexually aroused. I wanted so much to just go in there and confront him and let our natural feelings and desires take over. I felt such love for my daddy and I just knew that he must have been feeling the same for me at that moment.
There I stood on the outside of his door in my sexy, short baby doll pajamas. My hand went for the door knob. I didn’t know if I could stop myself at this point. I was not thinking rationally. I wanted my daddy so badly at that moment that I would risk anything to have him. Once again I could feel my vagina oozing with juice. It was now or never.
I slowly turned the doorknob and quietly opened the door. Upon entering I saw my dad laying in his bed completely nude on his back and his beautiful hard dick sticking straight up in the air as he slid his hand over it, stroking so slowly up and down. He was still moaning and hadn’t yet noticed me.
I slowly inched my way into his view and the second he saw me he immediately rolled over onto his side and attempted to pull the sheet over him. He was obviously startled and his first reflex was to hide from me what he was doing. I understood that. But I also knew that I needed to seize the moment if I stood any chance at all of making this happen. And I so wanted it to happen. I wanted nothing more in the world at that moment. I was so hot with lust and love for my daddy that there was nothing I wouldn’t have done to have him.
So I slowly made my way over to his side of the bed and sat down beside him. I made sure that my short baby doll pajamas were riding high and exposing as much upper leg as they could. Dad was on his left side and facing me, but he wouldn’t look me in the face. I knew he must have been embarrassed and I also knew that I had to assure him that what he was doing was absolutely fine and perfectly alright with me.
As I gently spoke to him I began stroking his right arm and shoulder area. He was so tanned and masculine looking. I said, “Daddy, what you were doing is perfectly natural. It’s okay, really. It actually turned me on and I’ll even let you in on a little secret of mine… I’ve been fantasizing about having a sexual relationship with you ever since mom passed away. I knew you were lonely and I wanted nothing more than to move in here with you and keep you satisfied in all the ways that mom did.”
With that dad looked up at me and said, “Really? So you don’t think I’m a pervert for fantasizing about my daughter?
I said, “Oh daddy, it’s perfectly natural. We both want the same thing and I can see no reason to deprive either of us from what makes us happy. Now roll over onto your back again, close your eyes, and enjoy the ride. Trust me daddy and let your inhibitions go. Just relax and know that I love you so deeply and I will never feel uncomfortable with anything that we do together.”
With dad on his back again I removed my pajamas. My breasts were firm, nipples erect, and my pussy was literally dripping with love juice at this point. Dad took one look at me and gasped, “My God Darcy, you look just like your mom so many years ago. I cannot believe you are giving me this present. I want you so much and want to love every inch of your beautiful, sexy body.”
I was so hot with passion at this point that I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. I began to lick my daddy‘s huge cock, every inch of it, and then stuffed it into my mouth and as far down my throat that I could take it. He moaned and groaned and I feared that he might cum right away. I didn’t want this to end so I stopped doing that and mounted him instead. I allowed the head of his hard cock to slightly penetrate my hot, moist pussy but not let it go in all the way. It was driving daddy wild and he was begging for more. I was in full command and I loved it. He was finally mine and I had full control.
Daddy told me to turn around and to get into the 69 position. I did and then I felt daddy’s warm, moist tongue licking the juices from my dripping cunt. Daddy said, “Darcy, your pussy even looks and tastes just like mom’s did.” He was now licking, biting, and sucking, and inserting his tongue inside my pussy and then my ass as far as he could get it. He’d become a wild man and I was loving every minute of it.
But I wanted to have my daddy inside me too. I wanted to have that extreme closeness with him, to have his dick deep inside, and to have him shoot his load far inside me. I wanted to be there for him at that moment to tell him that I love him and that he can have me whenever he wanted me from now on.
So I turned around and laid down beside him. I hugged him and pulled him close to me and he instinctively rolled right over on top of me. I grabbed his huge cock and guided it right into my wet pussy. He moaned as it went in. I know he had been waiting for this for so long, just as I had been.
It felt so good to have daddy inside me finally. I told him to go inside as deeply as he could and pull out all the way each time. At the same time I was rubbing my clitoris. Each time he’d enter his cock would hit my g-spot. The angle was perfect and dad seemed to know exactly what he needed to do. I remember thinking to myself, Gosh, mom was so lucky to have had this for so long.
Eventually I felt my orgasm starting to build. It felt that it would be even stronger than the one I had earlier in the day while awaiting the pizza delivery. I mean, this was like heaven. Daddy knew exactly what to do and when to do it. He seemed to know me and my body inside and out. There was nothing he could have done wrong.
I was getting really close. I said, “Daddy, are you almost there? I’m getting very close and I want us to cum together.”
Daddy said, “Okay baby, let it go whenever you need to. I am right there now. Shall I hold off or let it go?”
My orgasm was starting and it was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. I tried to speak to let daddy know that I was starting to cum, but I couldn’t form the words. It was just too overpowering.
But daddy must have sensed it because he then whispered to me, “Okay honey, I’m going to cum inside you now. I love you so much baby. Stay with me now and let me unleash my love juice inside you.”
We both had our mind blowing orgasms together and it was the best sex that either of us had ever experienced in our lives. Afterwards we just remained there motionless. Daddy did not even pull out. He just laid there on top of me while I stroked his hair and held him close to my breasts.
Eventually we both got up and took a shower together. I had never felt so close to another human being as I felt with daddy that evening. This had gone far beyond sex. Something else had happened here. There was just too much of a closeness and too much of a desire and attraction for it to be sinful incest. It’s like daddy was not really my father anymore, but my husband and my soul mate and my lover. It was a dream come true for us both.
Needless to say I moved into daddy’s room with him. I kept some of my stuff in the other room just for appearance sake. Daddy and I both realized that although we were so in love with each other and saw nothing wrong with our relationship, that society was still not ready for it.
We’ve been together now living as man and wife for nearly two years. The sex is still as great as it was that first night and if anything we’ve developed a deeper and more trusting love and mutual respect for each other than most couples ever know.
I love my daddy and I’ll always be there for him.
