Story of Dad Becoming Husband to his Sexy Daughter
10-08-2014, 09:51 PM
I've lived alone since I got divorced 15 years ago. I've enjoyed myself and the freedom it allows. Then a couple of years ago I was on a skiing trip with my daughter Carol. Carol is daddy's girl. She's well aware of it, of course, and takes full advantage of her position so I tell people she has me totally wrapped around her little finger which is absolutely true. There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for her. Carol, however, has never taken undo advantage of this. She has always been the perfect daughter.
There was the time when she was 16 and came by my house to show me her prom gown. I was not prepared to see my daughter in a red low cut gown going out with some guy I didn't know. But you know, I gave her a kiss and told her to have a wonderful time and simply told her how beautiful she looked in her dress. Stunning would have been more accurate but again, there are certain things you just don't say. Carol got her mother's genes where her breasts are concerned as she was, I'd guess, a rather full C cup and her gown only accentuated that fact. That was eight years ago though and she has since had her share of boyfriends, gone and graduated from college and went on to law school and got her law degree.
So two years ago she called me and asked if I still liked to ski. I told her I did but that I just hadn't done it in a while but that I'd love to go skiing with her. We decided on Wildcat Mountain in New Hampshire. Wildcat was a favorite haunt of mine when I was in high school and offers a number of black diamond trails (expert) that I like to challenge myself on.
One of the things about skiing is that when you get tired it's a very good thing to call it a day. About 3 in the afternoon I felt myself tightening up.
"Honey, I think we need to call it a day. Your old man isn't a kid anymore."
"Okay dad but can we make just one more run. I really want to do the Wildcatter one more time."
I've never been any good at saying no to her and although my good sense said to turn her down what she heard from me was agreement. I was muscle tired but mentally I felt good so overall I felt up to the challenge. I knew Carol would challenge me to a race which she knew she'd win hands down but I took her up on it of course. I was actually doing pretty well on the trip down as she was only a few yards ahead of me most of the way. As we neared the bottom, however, out of nowhere a skier came out from the side of the trail behind Carol but directly in front of me. I did avoid him but ended up, as skiers say, hugging a tree. It sounds funny but only too often it's fatal. I knew better than to take the tree head on but in trying to avoid it my right arm and leg slammed directly into it. Fortunately for me I was knocked out but I'm certain the initial pain would have been excruciating. I know that because when I woke up a little later at the aid station the throbbing searing pain was almost more than I could take. Carol was holding my hand.
"What happened?" I asked and even through the pain I knew right away exactly what had happened.
"You saw a lonely birch tree and decided to hug it."
I wanted to laugh at her attempt at levity but could only manage a weak, albeit grateful, smile. Carol was always good at figuring out exactly the right thing to say.
I was taken to the hospital in Conway where my broken right leg, the femur, was set and my broken right arm was set. The doctor said he was amazed I hadn't broken my hip as well. I told him it was the first time in my life I'd ever broken anything so my luck was actually holding. That was my attempt at gallows humor. He told me it'd be a couple of months before I had good use of my arm but even longer for my leg. He also informed me that I was not a candidate for crutches and movement for sometime would be via wheelchair only. I don't think he considered I lived alone and that by itself would present some huge problems but neither I nor Carol volunteered the information.
Once released from the hospital I had a two plus hour ride home. Carol at first tread lightly in her conversation with me but soon she was needling me mercilessly. I had been given a mild pain reliever at the hospital, a few percocets for the interim and a prescription for more.
About half an hour into our trip home I dozed off to sleep and did wake up until Carol nudged me in the ribs to wake me up.
"Dad, we need to rent you a wheelchair somewhere. Do you have any ideas?" She asked.
I thought for a moment and then said, "Well, why don't we go home and you can get the phone book and we'll look in the yellow pages. Someone's sure to have an ad for a wheelchair."
I stayed in the car when we got back to my place while Carol went in and retrieved the phone book. She was able to quickly find a pharmacy that rented wheel chairs and half an hour later we were back home wheel chair in hand.
"You know we still have a big problem." I offered.
"How are we going to get me up the stair into the house."
"Oh yeah," she said and looked at me thoughtfully.
"I'll call my friend Mark and get him over here to help get me inside."
Mark came over and after a few belly laughs at my expense helped get me inside and on my sofa. We decided it was best that I stay on the first floor of my house. Although I didn't have a bathtub there I did have a small bathroom that also had a shower.
After Mark left Carol made sure I had plenty of food in my refrigerator, which I did, and that I was comfortable on the sofa. Before she left I practiced getting from the sofa into the wheel chair with the help of a cane. After a few aborted tries we figured out how I could do it.
"Dad, I need to get home, are you going to be all right?"
"Of course, I've got cable TV., the remote, a fully stocked refrigerator, what more could I need?"
"Okay, but if you need anything just call and I'll come right over. I mean I'll be over tomorrow anyway but if you need anything tonight, all right?"
"Okay honey, thanks a lot."
It was after 11 when Carol left and between the percocet and being physically tired I fell asleep within minutes of her departure. It was almost 9 before I woke up the next morning. I had to pee bad and was able to get myself into the wheelchair and to the bathroom without incident. I was wheeling myself back into the living room when the phone rang.
"Hi dad, it's me. How're you doing?" It was Carol and it was very good to hear her voice.
"Well, all things considered not too bad."
"Dad, I can be over in a few minutes to make you breakfast if you like."
"Well actually honey I've already nibbled on a few things so I'm all right where that's concerned but there is something you can help me with if you don't mind."
"Sure dad, what?"
"I'm going to need a little help with my shower. I figure I can wear my jogging shorts into the shower if you'll give me a hand getting into it, the shower I mean. Then I can kick off the shorts and get cleaned up."
"Sure dad, I'll be right over."
Carol lived about 15 minutes away and it only took her a few minutes longer than that to arrive. I already had my jogging shorts on and was ready for the shower. She helped me out of the wheelchair and saw to it that I got myself stabilized in the shower and then left. It's a little difficult getting clean with just one hand but I figured it was doable. First I shampooed my hair and that went well. Then I got the soap and started to lather the rest of my body as best I could. But trying to do it with just one hand proved to be a little too much and I of course dropped the soap. Since I had the cane in the shower with me I figured I could use it to support myself as I bent over the get the soap. Wrong! I got about half way down, the cane slipped out from under me and I fell with a terrible crash to the floor. Miraculously I hadn't reinjured myself or broken anything else but Carol came running.
"Daddy what happened?" She yelled as she came rushing through the bathroom door.
"Um, nothing honey, I kinda slipped." Carol had seen me naked before, albeit some 10 years prior when we had visited a nudist colony, so I wasn't worried that she was seeing me naked now. For her part Carol acted as if it was the most normal thing in the universe and helped me get back on my feet. "Carol, if you don't mind I think I'm going to need some help getting cleaned up. I did my hair but the rest of me is a problem."
"Sure dad, I'll be happy to." With that Carol grabbed the soap and immediately started by washing my arms and then my chest. As she washed down over my stomach she said, "Um . . ." not know quite what to say.
"It's okay honey I can wash myself there," I said as we both looked at my balls. She handed me the soap and I lathered myself up. Even though I spent maybe 30 seconds on that part of my body the combination of what I was doing with Carol standing and watching turned out to be rather arousing and although my cock didn't become fully erect it did become noticeably larger. Neither of us said a thing about it.
When I was done with that I said, "Okay, now my back and the one good leg." I could see a bit of a relieved look on Carols face as I slowly turned my back towards her. I was using the cane and the wall to brace myself. As she washed down my back her hands came to my ass. I could feel her hesitate as she touched it the first couple of times but when I said nothing she seemed to gain courage and quickly washed it. Prior to that moment I had always successfully chased away any erotic thoughts that ever crept into my mind about her but now they seemed to be flooding in and I was thinking how I wished she had washed deeply into my ass crack. I couldn't bring myself to say anything though.
Carol got down on one knee so she could wash my legs. I could feel her strong hands as she lathered the leg first the calf and then upward to my thigh. Again, of course, a problem presented itself. As I looked downward Carol was looking intently at her hands as she washed me. But as she started to wash my thigh she picked up her pace considerably as if to bring an end to the shower more quickly. That proved to be a bit of a mistake as the first time she pushed her hands upward she came into direct contact with my still somewhat erect cock and balls. The second it happened she looked up at me and our eyes met. My thought was I didn't want her to feel bad.
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"It's okay honey, no damage, I think they'll survive." I quipped trying to make a joke out of the accident. My problem was my cock didn't cooperate and it took that opportunity to become fully hard. As she looked back down and saw what had happened and looked back up I said, "Ooops, sorry honey."
Carol is a strong girl and I had never seen her blush quite so many shades as she did at that moment. "Maybe I should leave and let you finish." She said very quietly and stood up and turned to leave.
"Honey, don't go." I wasn't sure what I was going to say except I had the feeling I needed to comfort her.
"No, I think I should." She replied quickly.
"Listen Carol, I can't help some of the things that happen. It's a guy thing, we always seem to get erections at the worst possible times and never at the best."
"But daddy, I'm your daughter. Don't you think this is kinda wrong?"
"No honey, I don't. Let me explain. Think back to when we went to the nudist colony." I could see her getting ready to object. "Just let me finish." I said and I saw her bite her lip. "Lisa," that was my girlfriend who had introduced me to nudism, "comforted me once when I told her I was afraid I'd get an erection when I saw her daughter nude and you know Lindsey was only 15 at the time. I felt horribly guilty about the possibility. Well, Lisa said that she knew Lindsey was very pretty and that I'd find her attractive so it was only natural that I'd have such a response. She asked me if I intended on doing anything to Lindsey and of course I said no, which was true, and so she reassured me that I didn't need to worry about it because she wasn't."
"But dad this is different!" Carol objected.
"No honey, it isn't. You're a drop dead gorgeous young lady and you've got a fabulous body. Hell, you should probably be insulted if I didn't get aroused."
"Daddy, you're just saying that. I know I'm pretty but I'm not beautiful." She protested.
"Actually I said you are drop dead gorgeous and you are. Come on honey, look at you. You work out what every day. You've got those gorgeous green eyes against your long golden blonde hair that just happens to be naturally curly too and you've got a chest that I'm certain turns lots of heads." Well, I couldn't believe I had brought up her chest size but it was out there. "Listen honey, I'm clean enough now so help me out of the shower and I'll need you to help me dry off too. Bending over seems to be quite a problem for me right now."
Carol didn't object and started drying me off as soon as I was out of the shower. First she did my back and then I turned to her and she did my chest but once again she arrived at my mid-section and looked up at me.
"Don't worry about it honey. Hell, you've already touched them once a second time won't matter but just be sure you get me good and dry down there. If you don't I'll get all moldy and stuff." She laughed but said nothing. As she dried my cock and balls my cock once again responded to her touch and leapt to full hardness. This time she seemed unfazed by it and continued to dry my legs to include the one that was in the cast.
When she was finished she didn't move except to shift her gaze to my cock. "I really do that to you huh?"
"Yeah, you do honey, why?"
"I dunno, it just surprises me I guess. I've never actually seen one like this." I could see by the look on her face she wanted to pull back those last words.
"What? You're still a virgin?" It was at that moment I saw something I had missed before. Carol's front was soaked and even though she was wearing a bra it was a very light one and I could easily see her breasts and nipples though both her shirt and bra. I fixed on her breasts.
I was so obvious that Carol noticed and said, "Daddy! You're really not supposed to look at your daughter like that."
"I'm sorry honey but as your mother can attest I'm a true boob man and honey you've got some boobs there!"
"Yeah, I know. Every time I date a guy when we kiss it's the first thing they go for. That's probably why I'm still a virgin. I mean, like they say, I'm more than just a pretty face and I want that to be important."
I was looking directly into Carol's eyes as she spoke but as soon as she stopped they drifted right back down to her breasts. "All right, all right, I give up." She said. I couldn't imagine what she meant but my question was quickly answered as she removed her blouse and bra. "There, is that better?" She asked sarcastically.
I'm not one who gets thrown by sarcasm so I very confidently replied, "Much better." I took a long look at her now naked breasts and saw how erect her nipples were and how she had little goose bumps all around her areoles.
Carol got the wheelchair and helped me back into it. She wheeled me naked back to the sofa and handed me the cane so I could help get myself back onto the sofa. It was an awkward move which required Carol gripping me firmly, moving the chair out of the way and then easing me down onto the sofa. As I was settling down into the sofa her still unencumbered breasts swayed and one of the lightly slapped me in the face.
As Carol stood up there was a noticeable sexual energy between us. I was looking between her eyes and her breasts. Carol was at a total loss for words. My eyes fixed on her breasts and then I reached up and squeezed one. It felt like an uncontrollable urge though I knew it was simply my lust. As I held her breast I looked up to her eyes. There was neither the shock nor surprise I expected to see. Her eyes were half closed as if she liked what I was doing and she wasn't saying a thing. At that moment it struck me I was just taking advantage of my position and immediately withdrew my hand.
"I'm sorry honey," I said in a quick and very nervous voice, "I shouldn't have done that. It was totally inappropriate."
"It's okay dad, I didn't mind." I was surprised to hear her say that and I didn't know how to respond to it. "I mean . . ." Carol tried to continue and although she wanted to say something the words just weren't coming.
"Honey, it's just not right for a father to touch his daughter that way. I let my dick do my thinking and that's always gotten me into trouble."
"Well, I hate to say it, but I really didn't mind. It actually felt good when you touched me even though my mind was saying it's totally wrong. Daddy, am I sick to think that way?"
"Honey, do you think I'm sick because I find you sexually arousing and desirable?"
"Well, no," she replied haltingly, "but society says it's not right and in many states so does the law."
"I dunno honey, I just don't want to hurt you in anyway and I don't want to hurt our relationship either. I love you so much Carol."
"I know you do daddy and don't worry, everything's all right as far as I'm concerned." Carol sat down next to me on the sofa, what little room there was available, took my and a put it on her breast. "Go ahead daddy, I really don't mind and like I said, it did feel good. Besides which, I can't say no to you and you are a boob man right?"
As I squeezed her breasts my cock regained its form and became fully erect again. I had the urge to hide it but quickly gave up on the idea. It felt like it was stretching upward so strongly its insides would burst outward. I was as hard as I had ever been. After kneading her breasts a little while I felt Carol lean over a bit and touch the tip of my cock. I looked down to see what she was doing and she was dabbing the tip of my cock with her finger and looking at my precum.
"You know what that is?" I asked her.
"Daddy, I'm a virgin not an idiot. I read you know. It's precum. I can't believe how slippery it feels. I never understood how it was supposed to be the initial lubricant."
"Well, I guess it's the same sort of thing your pussy does." I couldn't believe I had used the word pussy in speaking to her but it was just such a natural way of speaking for me.
"Yeah, well, my pussy gets wet a lot like that. It's like that right now."
"Well of course it is. Daddy, I'm a normal girl in every way. Touching your penis and seeing you like this and all, well, I got aroused. That's why I was feeling so conflicted when you first touched me. I mean it's not like I found all this disgusting or anything."
I had removed my hand from her breast but she hadn't removed her hand from my cock. In fact, now she gripped it and tentatively rubbed it up and down a little. I felt like I should stop her from doing that but I had absolutely no will to. In fact, I let out the slightest moan but Carol picked right up on it.
"That feels good honey. Is this something you've done before?" I couldn't believe I had asked her such a personal question and wanted to withdraw it as quickly as it got out there.
"Daddy, I'm a total virgin. I haven't done anything like this before. I thought I was going to wait for the right guy to come along before I did anything. I mean, I really have wanted to have sex for a long time but not casual sex. That's just not me. But now, well, I don't know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm a little mixed up right now. I wanted my first sexual experience to be with a man I loved and I do love you but not in that way. You know what I mean?" I just nodded as she continued, "I mean, I kind of like the idea of having sex with you because it feels safe and oh my gawd I can't believe I just said that. I can't believe I just said I want to have sex with my own father. I am sick!"
"No honey, you not." I objected. "I've read that such feelings are rather normal and commonplace between fathers and daughters but just that about 95% of them never go past the just feelings part."
Then Carol stopped touching me and said, "Daddy, I can't do this any more, I'm feeling so conflicted."
"It's all right honey and actually, you know what? It's probably just as well too."
"You mean that daddy? You're not just saying that?"
"I do honey. I really mean it. I love you way to much to allow anything to get in the way." Carol kissed my lightly on the lips and got up. "But honey, would you do me one favor before you run away?" I had a very devilish grin on my face tying to make her think I still had something sexual in mind.
"Sure daddy, anything" she replied a little hesitantly.
"Would you get me my jogging shorts and help me into them."
She got them and stayed away and kept me company. We didn't say another thing while she was that about what had happened.
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Carol came back later that day and made me supper but neither of us said a thing about what had happened earlier in the day. The same was true the next morning when she came by and made breakfast for me. That evening she showed up with a gift in her hand.
"I got you a little something dad, I think you'll like it."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, open it up and see. It's not much but I'm pretty sure you'll like it."
I quickly opened up the package there before me lay a box of Burdick's Chocolates. I adore chocolate and Burdick's happens to be some of the best chocolate made in the Boston area. "Wow honey, thanks! Comfort food, just what I need but how did you get it? I mean did you go to Cambridge today?"
"Yeah, I had to file a motion at the Cambridge Courthouse so I slipped by Harvard Square and got these. I know how you like them." I held out the box to Carol to offer her some. She leaned over and took one and then I took one and ate it and then another and another. I felt quite comforted.
"Honey, I've got to ask you a favor."
"Sure daddy, anything."
"I need to take a shower again and I'm going to need your help again. I mean, you don't have to if you'd rather not, I mean after what happened yesterday." I felt like a 15 year old asking a girl for a date.
"Of course it's all right. What happened yesterday?"
"Yeah, like you don't remember."
"Well of course I remember but it's not big deal."
"Of course I am. Have you ever known me to do something I really didn't want to do?"
"You've got a point there. The good news is my arm and leg don't hurt much at all anymore so I should be a little more mobile."
"Well, we'll see." Carol pushed me into the bathroom and helped me into the shower. Then she helped me out of my jogging shorts and tee shirt. She looked down at my midsection and said, "Gee, I'm hurt, I don't turn you on any more."
"Huh?" I said confused.
"I'm just kidding. Are you going to need me to help you get washed again?"
"Well, yeah, if you don't mind. I still feel a little unstable standing here and I'd rather not take another header like I did yesterday."
I got the shower warmed up and stood under it getting myself wet then I shampooed my hair. That was the easy part.
"Daddy, why don't you let me wash the rest of you. You look like you're going to fall on your ass any moment."
"Okay honey, if you don't mind."
"Turn around so I can do your backside first." I did as she said and Carol started by washing my back. Her strong hands felt good on my back and she seemed a lot more sure of herself today than she did yesterday. Then her hands went down over my ass and I clenched a little. "Daddy, can you spread 'em just a little so I can get you properly." I could believe the matter-of-fact way she said that but it was comforting too. I moved my left leg as much as I dared and relaxed at the same time. Carol had a wash cloth in her hand now and pushed it well into my ass cheeks. She did it firmly and quickly so there was no erotic feeling attached. I hate to admit it but I was a little disappointed. Then she washed the back of my legs. "Okay, turn around a rinse off."
I did as she said. Carol immediately started to wash my chest. "You know, I don't get this clean when I'm not in a cast." She then washed my arm and then got down on her knees to wash the front of my legs. I wanted to tell her she needed to wash my balls but I was lacking the balls to say that. As she had down with my back Carol firmly and quickly washed my legs. Even when she was washing my thighs and her hand came into contact with my balls again it was in the least bit erotic and again I was disappointed. Carol then stood up and I saw her take a deep breath. She lathered up the wash cloth and started to slowly clean my balls. Unlike before this felt extremely erotic and I was very quickly becoming aroused. Carol seemed to be giving my cock a little extra attention but I wasn't about to complain. But then with my cock having become fully hard she seemed to be focused on rubbing it with the wash cloth.
Finally I asked, "Honey, what are doing?"
Carol immediately stopped what she was doing and said, "Oh, I'm sorry daddy, I guess I got a little carried away."
"It's okay honey, if you were any other woman I wouldn't have said a thing."
"No, it felt really nice."
"It did?" She asked seeming a bit surprised. Then she dropped the wash cloth and grabbed my cock with her bare hand and started to stroke it again. I closed my eyes and took in the forbidden sensation. She was stroking my cock slowly and just exactly the way I like it. It was as if she had been doing this for me for a long time. I could feel the cum welling up in me but I could also feel more than just a little pain coming from my leg which helped retard my ability to come. Most times I'd welcome such a thing but at that moment I cursed it.
"Honey, my leg's really starting to hurt me. I need to get off it."
Carol quickly released my cock and said, "Okay daddy, just let me dry you off." Carol very efficiently dried me off and helped me into the wheelchair and took my back to the sofa. As had happened yesterday I was still naked when I got to the sofa and still pretty erect. As I settled onto the sofa Carol sat next to me and said, "Daddy, do you want me to continue?"
I wanted to play dumb but I knew exactly what she meant and my mind screamed at me to say no so of course I said, "I'd love it." It took her no time at all to get me fully erect again and before long I once again felt the cum rising in me but this time the pain in my leg was so slight it was no hindrance at all. Still, I didn't want to come quite so quickly so I said, "Honey, would you mind doing something for me?"
"Sure daddy, anything."
"Would you mind getting undressed for me?" Without saying a word she quickly stood up and got undressed. I had hoped she would tease me a little while she stripped but I'm sure it never occurred to her.
Once she was naked she stood in front of me and asked, "Do you approve?"
"Honey, you've got as nice a body as I've seen on any woman and you're drop dead gorgeous to boot."
"Daddy, you're just prejudiced."
"Honey, some of my friends have commented on how beautiful you are."
Carol blushed and sat back down next to me and again started stroking my cock. I watched her do this for a moment and then I reached up and started to fondle her breasts. I really enjoyed touching her but then I got to feeling guilty and stopped and said, "Honey, we really shouldn't be doing this."
"Maybe but doesn't it feel good?" She asked as she slowed her stroking of my cock but didn't stop.
"It feels great but . . ." I felt I needed to follow that up with something else.
Carol looked like she wanted to say something and then finally said, "I really liked the way it felt when you touched me." She smiled weakly as she looked at me.
She nodded, look down at her breasts and then at me. I reached up and squeezed her breasts again. Their firmness struck me. I couldn't remember ever having touched such firm breasts that were as big as hers. Carol wasn't huge but she was full breasted as in being a full D cup. The funny thing is I never looked for nor asked for her bra size so I've always guessed at it.
After a short while Carol asked, "Daddy, would you like me to suck you?" I couldn't believe her question but could only nod in response. Carol slipped off the sofa and onto her knees and slowly took the head of my cock into her mouth. It was obvious that she had never sucked a cock before as she was initially tentative with her ministrations. I told her how firmly to suck on me and exactly which parts of my cock responded the best and she took to it quickly.
Only a few minutes passed when I could feel the cum welling up in me and said, "Oh honey, I'm gonna come." She kept on sucking and so I said, "Honey, if you don't want me to come in your mouth you should stop sucking on me now." She didn't stop and actually start to bob her head up and down faster on my cock. Seconds later I was exploding into her mouth. She gag on the first spurt but didn't stop sucking me. When I stopped coming she took her head off my cock and laid it on the sofa beside me.
"Was I all right?" She asked.
"Oh honey, you were wonderful," I exclaimed honestly.
"Really? Because I mean like I've never done that before you know."
"You could've fooled me." Carol still had her hand on my cock and even though it had gone down considerably in size she was still stroking it. "You like doing that don't you?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, "it feels good and you know it makes me feel a little horny too."
"Oh, I'm sorry honey," I said realizing that I hadn't considered her needs.
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"That's okay daddy. It's not like you can . . ." I think I know what she was going to say but her words trailed off and she looked like she didn't actually want to continue.
"You know honey, I'd like to do something for you too." I couldn't believe what I was saying and what I was about to say. "I mean if you want I can umm, well, do something." I was struggling for the right words and hoping it was something she wanted as well.
"Daddy, you can barely move so what could you do?"
"Well, get a comforter from the bedroom and put it on the floor here and I'll show you."
Carol looked a little perplexed but without saying anything she got up and returned with a comforter as I had instructed.
"Good, now you're going to have to get undressed too." Carol did so silently and without objection. Once again I hoped she'd put on a bit of a strip tease but ever the model of efficiency she quickly stripped down and stood before me naked. "Okay, now just help me down to the comforter." She did that and as I lay on my back I said, "Okay, now, I want you to sit on my face, literally."
I hadn't given her enough of an explanation and her inexperience at sex showed up when it was apparent to her what I had in mind and I could see it in her face. "Honey, I love to eat pussy and if you sit your bum on my chest with your pussy pressed to my face I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had."
She looked at me for a moment like she wanted to say something but then she stepped over my chest and sat down on me like I had told her to. "Daddy, I'm too heavy for you."
"No honey, you're not. You're fine now just move up a little bit." She did so and now her pussy with it's wonderful musky scent was right on my lips. I put my good arm on her ass and pulled on her a little as I start to lick the outside of her pussy. I looked up into her eyes momentarily as I did this and saw that she had closed them. As I pressed my tongue between her pussy lips I found her to be just little too far away and pulled at her ass trying to pull her forward. Carol got the idea and move enough so that now I had now problem running my tongue up and down her pussy. The first time I found her clit and ran my tongue over it she let out an audible moan. Her musky scent was light and her taste was as sweet as could be. As I licked her pussy I could feel my cock becoming hard again. I was so totally turned on by the thought of eating my own daughter's pussy.
"Oh daddy that feels so good," Carol said in moaning words. She had also started to squirm around a little on my face. I started centering my attentions on her clit and sucking on it. As I did so she started to rub her pussy slightly against my face. This made holding onto her clit a bit of a challenge but her grinding motion was also a total turn on for me.
Then suddenly she said, "Oh daddy I'm going to come!" Her hips were now grinding her pussy into my face and it was impossible to hang onto her clit with my lips. Now I moved my head up and down so my tongue lapped up and down her pussy as she moved. She was moaning "yes yes" softly as I could feel her orgasm coming over her. Then suddenly she exploded and for the first time ever I felt a woman's juices actually squirt onto my face. I had heard of this happening and a couple of times when I finger fucked a woman I had felt something but I usually put it off to the woman letting go of a little pee. But I knew immediately this wasn't pee and the taste was just a more concentrated one of what I had been tasting.
As her orgasms subsided Carol moved her pussy away from my face and slid down but not off my body. She came to rest in my arms. I could feel her naked breasts pressing into my chest. Carol looked at me and gently kissed my lips. "Thank you daddy, that was wonderful"
"Oh honey, let me tell you, I thoroughly enjoyed it too."
Carol moved her hips a little over my hard cock and said, "Yeah, I can tell." Then she did something unexpected. She said back up and lifted herself up just a bit, took my cock in her hand and slowly lowered herself on to it. I thought I should object but given all that had just happened I didn't see why. I had never taken a woman's virginity and of course I never thought that when I did it would be my own daughter's. Carol lowered herself onto my cock about as slowly as any woman ever had. I expected her to yelp with a little pain when I hit her maidenhead but she didn't yelp and I never felt that sort of resistance. I of course assumed she'd popped her hymen some other way and I later found out that it was pierce but her "little buddy" or as most people know it, vibrator.
Carol was in great shape so she was able to bob up and down on my cock with a fair amount of ease. The tightness of her pussy combined with its silky softness helped my cock grow to what I thought was an enormous size. Since I had come not that long ago I was able to stay with her for some time. Still, Carol didn't last all that long and before I knew it she was moaning more loudly than before signaling her oncoming orgasm. It was only seconds later that her orgasm hit and she started banging up and down on my cock as fast and hard as she could.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" I shrieked as her slamming into my hip quickly aggravated the pain in my leg to an almost intolerable level. Carol quickly stopped and fell off me.
"Oh daddy, I'm so sorry!"
"That's okay honey," I said through the slowly receding pain, "you got lost in the moment."
Carol lay down next to me, kiss my cheek and said, "Are you going to be all right?"
"Oh I'll be fine," I replied, "I just need to rest my leg for a while. You know, not move it or anything."
"Okay, is there anything I can do for you or get you?" Carol had quickly transformed herself from a moaning wench to my caregiver.
"No, I'm fine but in a minute or so you can help me back up on the sofa. This floor's a bit hard."
After she helped me up on the sofa I said, "Honey, why did you just do that?"
"Because you asked me." She replied with a quizzical look on her face.
I realized I hadn't been at all clear and said, "No, I mean, why did you, um, let me be the first guy to, um, the guy to take your virginity?"
"Well, I had always wanted it to be my future husband but I got caught up in the moment and all and I thought that I do love you and . . ." she search for more words but had trouble finding them.
We talked for a little while longer about what had happened but mostly it was each of us saying how wonderful it had felt and even though we both knew it was taboo it was for that very reason it felt so good.
10-08-2014, 09:53 PM
The next day Carol didn't arrive until after 7. She had told me that she had a busy day and that she'd be late. I told her that I'd be fine and for the most part I was.
"Hi dad I'm here!" I heard Carol call as she came through the front door.
"Hi honey, I'm where you left me of course."
Carol came into the living room and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "How're you doing today dad? How's your leg?"
"It's okay, better now. I took a pill for the pain last night and it took the edge off." I saw her bite her lip and her eyes looked a little moist. "What's wrong honey?"
"Oh daddy, I feel so guilty about yesterday. What we did yesterday is wrong and I shouldn't have done it. I'm so sorry."
"Oh honey, you have nothing to be sorry about and besides, I'm the parent in this equation and if anyone should be sorry it's me."
"But daddy, it's not just that we did it, it's that even while thinking that it was wrong to do I couldn't stop thinking that for that very reason I really wanted to do it and I didn't care that it was wrong, know what I mean?" She wasn't waiting for me to answer and so I nodded as she continued, "I mean, one second I'd look at you and think you're my father and I can't do this and the next second I'd feel, well, that I wanted you and it didn't matter but it does matter doesn't it?"
"Honey, don't get yourself all wrapped around this. We are, after all, both adults and we made a joint adult decision which means we are equally responsible for it so I have to share the guilt or blame in this okay?"
Carol sniffed like she used to when she was a little girl and then sat down next to me, hugged me and said, "Okay daddy I guess."
"No honey, don't just give in. Talk to me about this until you feel better okay? You know, like we did when you were going out on your first dates and that hot guy you wanted to kiss?" The "hot guy" she wanted to kiss was actually a joke between us and it never failed to make her smile and I'd used it at times like this before. It didn't fail me this time either. And the "hot guy" joke was her looking back at him and saying "oh my gawd what was I thinking!"
Carol smiled up at me and I kissed the top of her head and said, "That's my girl. So talk to me more about it."
"No, I'm okay now dad but thanks. Let me go make you some supper."
"You don't have to honey, I made myself a sandwich about an hour ago so I'm good."
"Okay, well, shall we get your shower out of the way?" She said a little hesitantly.
"Um, well, you know that's what's gotten us into trouble before so you might want to reconsider."
"I know but you can't do it by yourself yet can you?"
"No, I still have to use my good arm to hold myself up so yeah, washing's still a problem."
"Well, I take a shower with my jogging shorts on. I've used them as a bathing suit anyway so why should this be any different and as far as getting myself clean there, well, I don't have an answer for that right now but it's not like I'm particularly dirty there anyway. So how does that sound?"
Carol agreed and we both stayed on our best behavior for that shower and for every shower for two weeks following. Neither of us said a thing about our sexual encounter and after a few showers it seemed to be pretty much forgotten. Almost three weeks had gone by since my accident. All pain in my arm had long since disappeared and I was slowly able to put more weight on my leg. Carol took me for my check up visit to the doctor and despite my telling him how much progress I seemed to be making he assured me that I had a good six to eight weeks more before we could even consider changing the size of the casts let alone taking them off. That was still several months in the future where my leg was concerned cautioning me that I could easily injure my leg all over again if I weren't careful.
My appointment with the doctor was at 5PM. I had purposely made it late so Carol would experience the least inconvenience possible. She had told me any time would be good. It was after six when we got back to my house and Carol scurried off to the kitchen to make supper as soon as I was settled on the sofa. Carol isn't the greatest cook but she makes a killer quiche and so I asked her to make one for supper.
I was now able to get around with the aid of just crutches. I would have happily disposed of the wheelchair but Carol insisted I keep it in the garage just in case. We were sitting in the living room watching t.v. when I had excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I returned I was settling into the sofa when I got a charlie horse in my good leg.
"Ow ow ow shit ow!" I screeched.
"What's the matter?" Carol asked very concerned.
"I got a charlie horse in my leg!"
She could see the pain searing across my face. I had stretched my leg out straight desperately trying to relax the offending muscle but without success. Carol came to me quickly and with her strong hands started to work on my leg. I told her that muscle was in the back of my thigh. In very short order she got my muscle to relax and I gratefully told her so.
"Roll over on your tummy daddy and let me massage your leg and get it to proper relax okay?" It sounded like a great idea as there was still a fair amount of soreness in the muscle. She worked on my thigh for a good five minutes before she said, "Okay, roll back over." As I rolled over I suddenly noticed that I had become somewhat aroused although not fully so I didn't think much of it. As Carol started to massage my thigh again Carol saw my growing erection and reached up and patted it and said playfully, "Daddy's got a hard-on, daddy's got a hard-on," in that sing song voice kids use.
"Well, I'm still a guy who has natural responses to a woman's touch."
"So daddy, are you saying that if any woman touched you like I did, I mean if any woman gave you a massage you'd get turned on?"
"Well, no, not any woman but well, you know," I said trying to dodge her question a bit.
"No, what do you mean?" She asked in a teasing voice.
"Well," I started seriously, "she's got to turn me on."
"So you're saying I turn you on?"
"Well, wasn't that kind of obvious the last time we fooled around?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so." Carol reached up and put her hand on my cock and said, "Daddy, can we do it again?"
I was more than a little shocked by her action and her question particularly in light of what she had said and how she'd acted afterward the last time.
"Honey, I don't think it's a good idea." I could feel my own desire for her welling up but I was trying to be responsible and be the voice of reason as well. Carol was slowly rubbing my cock and I was doing nothing to stop her other that talking.
"Daddy, let's do it but is it all right if we don't kiss. I mean, kissing you seems a little weird but don't be offended."
"I'm not offended honey but kissing is weird and having sex with your father isn't?
"Well, yeah, it is but it's different." Carol pulled at my jogging shorts and I lifted my ass slightly so she could pull them off. As she tossed them to the floor she asked, "Daddy, do you hate me for wanting to do this?"
I couldn't believe my college and law school grad daughter was asking a question you'd expect to hear from a high school girl. "No honey, of course not, why do you ask such a question?"
"Well, don't you wonder why I stayed a virgin for so long?"
"No honey, I don't. I mean there was this movie a long time ago and in the opening sequence the words on the screen say 'every father's daughter is a virgin' and that's how I've always felt until proven otherwise which we aptly did."
Carol continued to idly stroke my cock as she said, "When I was about 11 I was playing in the playground alone when this guy pulled out his dick and started masturbating right in front of me. He scared the hell out of me and every time I thought of sex I saw him and it disgusted me."
"Honey, why didn't you tell your mother or me about this when it happened?"
"Because mommy had told me not to go to the playground alone and I had anyway so I didn't want to get into trouble." She could see the expression on my face change and said, "I know I know, but what do kids know."
"Oh Carol, I so sorry," I said.
"Daddy, you remember Mike? Well, I told him I'd have sex with him but when he pulled his dick out all I could see what that guy and I freaked out. Mike never knew what happened and it was then that I decided I'd wait for marriage."
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