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Hello Everyone:

This is my first time posting and I would like to hear about similar experiences. I'm 46 years old and male and ten years ago, I had sex with my daughter. She was 14 at the time. I was asleep in bed and she came into the room, undressed and crawled in bed with me while I was asleep.

The first thing I remember of the encounter is Christy's hot lips around my cock. She was sucking gently on the head - almost like a child sucking on a pacifier. As I became harder and more active, she took more into her mouth until she was sucking the entire length of my cock. Slowly - so very slowly I swear I could feel every pore of her tongue over every inch of my cock. I don't know who taught Christy to suck cock, but whoever it was, he did a fantastic job!

By now I was fully awake and aware of who was sucking me and I was both profoundly excited and ashamed all at once. Before I could cum, I stopped her and she looked me in the eyes and told me she had wanted to do that for quite some time and gently asked me to eat her pussy. I agonized over it for what seemed like hours but was in fact only a minute or two, then layed her on her back and began gently running my tongue over her clit. She was dripping wet even before I started! She tasted fantastic... words can't come close to describing how wonderful she tasted. I started out gently and after about 30 minutes, I was eating her like a starving man at a gourmet meal. After about 45 minutes of eating her sweet pussy I could take no more and lay on my back and had her stradle me. I sank into her slowly and the full impact of what I was doing hit me. I WAS FUCKING MY DAUGHTER! I was overcome with guilt and excitement and I couldn't have stopped if my life depended on it. I couldn't believe a 14 year old girl could fuck and suck like such a maniac.

Well,

Truth, is at least as sexy as fiction.

What is there to be guilty about now ?

She is grown up and, I presume, no harm has come to her; has there ?
She made a choice, and you responded positively.

Now it is a sultry memory.

Guyre

Honeychile

Junior Member posted July 20, 2002 10:56 AM

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Might as well just jump right in!

Hello everyone. I have just discovered this site and hope to become a part of your community.

I have become convinced that I must tell my story or go crazy from keeping it bottled up inside me.

I have searched for a legitimate expression of my feelings, but incest is such a hot topic that most mainstream outlets offer no safe haven. I am new to this particular site, but at first glance, it appears that the majority of members seem to accept this lifestyle. Kudos to the administrators and moderators for creating such a nice website!

I have visited other incest forums but they only seem to be interested in sharing doctored ******* I am looking for a place to discuss sex. Specifically incest. But, anything having to do with sexuality and sensuality appeals to me. Whether that be in the form of stories, jokes, polls, chit chat--- whatever! I love sex!

Suddenly I feel like Jed Clampett... "Come and listen to a story..."

My story is simple. I am an adult female and I am intimately involved with a male member of my family. I had never considered an incestuous relationship - save the school girl fantasies I had as a teenager exploring her sexuality.

My entire life was 'normal' and within society's boundaries. A long term relationship ended and I had to re-examine my life.

I have a wonderful career. I am active in sports, cultural activities, volunteer work. While I am not a supermodel or a ravishing beauty, I am not repulsive either! I would classify myself as attractive and leave it at that. I mean- I have never made anyone retch!

I take care of myself and have a pretty good outlook on life. All in all, I consider myself well-adjusted.

Where it gets tricky is trying to explain how this is possible while I am engaged in the most taboo form of fornication possible.

I live in the same neighborhood where I grew up. Familiar, comfortable surroundings help to keep me at ease. My father still lives in our family home even though he is alone in that rambling house.

We have had a long standing tradition of having Sunday dinner together. From many years ago when I first moved out on my own. After my mother died, I helped with the cooking and cleaning or we'd occasionally go to a restaurant.

My father started getting interested in getting out of the house more often. We both like to explore new and different types of restaurants each week. He is an orthopedic surgeon and professor at the medical school here. He has cut way back on his hours and surgeries and is finally taking the time to enjoy life and his passion-tennis.

We also play a few sets each week. I am the only female that can give him any kind of competition. Hardly a surprise since he taught me, coached me through my teenage years and still gives me pointers to this day.

After a particularly hard fought match, we came home and I showered in my old bathroom and got comfy in a new tennis outfit. We were supposed to go out to a very casual new diner. We only had to wait the requisite half hour before we were seated.

A simple mistake by our waiter set the tone for the evening. He asked if my 'husband' and I wanted the chateaubriand for 2 as it takes a while to cook. Instead of explaining that we were father-daughter and not husband and wife, we just nodded our heads. When he came back with our drink order, it got worse. He was quite chatty!

He told us that we looked really good together and it was obvious we were very much in love. Now, I don't know if he was angling for a tip or what, but it did give me food for thought.

I think it did the same for my father. I would catch him staring at me throughout the meal with a strange expression on his face. But we got to talking about work and current events and I soon forgot the whole tone of the evening.

We finished dinner and then went out to their terrace for a nightcap around the bar. The warm weather and early hour made for a crowded piece of real estate! We were squished together as the rock music blared over the speakers. My father had to keep shouting in my ear so I could hear him.

I guess I was just in that frame of mind, but when his lips brushed against my ear, I jumped! The old cliche of feeling a stab of electricity shoot through my body was indeed happening! I instinctively grabbed his arm and leaned into him.

I guess it was at that point that he picked up on the same line of thinking. We decided to head home since it was so noisy. I can't remember what we talked about in the car, but it was harmless as both our minds were working overtime trying to figure out what was happening.

We got home and my father turned on the stereo. That took me aback as his first inclination was always to turn on the tv. I wasn't sure what this meant. He looked at me and said "We need to talk"

"I am having thoughts and feelings for you that are totally inappropriate."

OK, that was pretty straightforward. And it mimicked what I was thinking. We sat and stared at each other as a riff from a George Benson song played in the background.

He did make the first move-he came over and reached out his hand to help me off the couch. He took me in his arms for a dance. How many times had we done this same thing - innocently before? When I was in 7th grade and we were practicing for our first father/daughter dance at school. At various family weddings. Just goofing round in the back yard. Why was it now taking on a whole different meaning?

I don't know-but it did. Suddenly, he was not my father. He was a man. A very handsome and desirable man that was sexually attractive to me. A man that I was thinking of kissing at that moment. A man who, in my mind's eye in that instant, was naked and poised over me ready to shove his cock inside me.

As soon as his hand reached out to stroke my face, I knew he was feeling the same things. In the few milliseconds that his head moved closer to my face, I knew what was happening but I was powerless to stop it. Not that I wanted to. Everything was working in slow motion.

His mouth was inches away from mine. I felt his breath on my nose and upper lip. We each cocked our heads to the right and he moved in for a kiss. When his lips touched mine, an involuntary moan escaped my throat.

They say you never forget your first kiss with someone. And I believe that is true. His lips were soft, yet strong. He pressed and mashed them against mine for a few seconds. Actually, softly at first and then with increasing pressure.

I felt him open his mouth, so I parted my lips in the hope that he would soon follow with his tongue. He didn't disappoint! We danced and dueled and engaged in tongue play - moving our heads and practically trying to jump down each other's throats.

I was so enjoying this kiss-fest that it still hadn't really sunk in that I was 'swapping spit' with my father! Again, we both seemed to realize that at the same time.

We broke apart for air, stared at each other and stumbled all over ourselves-searching for the right thing to say. Instead, we came back together for more lip locking. This time, my hands went up to the back of his head to draw him closer. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a tight embrace.

At this point, words were superfluous. It was obvious what was going to happen next.

For our own mental health and later deniability, we seemed to both treat this as if the other person were just a new lover. We wordlessly walked to the master bedroom. When my father reached out and pulled my shirt over my head, I held my breath. He came up behind me and nuzzled my neck as he reached around to pop open my bra.

He circled me so that he could position himself directly in front of me. My breasts spilled out and seemed to blossom as his eyes scanned them.

I grabbed his hand and placed it on the fleshy swell of my breast. I kept eye contact as I slid it down towards my nipple. By this time, I felt them hardening and sticking straight out. His hand grazed over top of them and then started squeezing and massaging them.

He bent down and lifted one to his mouth. His lips were so warm and wet. He planted soft kisses in circles. Then he began licking and lightly nibbling. I pulled his head tight and said out loud,

"Please suck them. Please suck my tits- hard"

He obliged. And I couldn't stand it! He alternated sides. It felt intensely erotic standing there topless while I still wore my short tennis skirt and shoes! He moved his hands down my stomach, over the top of that skirt until his fingers wrapped around the hem.

He smoothed his hands flat against my thighs and massaged me for a few minutes without really moving anywhere. When I spread my legs a little, his hands began moving up. They hesitated a few seconds at the hem of my panties. He rubbed the outside of my crotch and moaned when he felt the wetness and the heat there.

Then

Member posted July 25, 2002 08:52 PM

Honeychile

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