It went on that way for about three months. My daughter and I stopped dating other people in that time period. We spend most of our free time with each other. We got closer. We got a couple. I began dating my daughter, she began dating her father. I began to tease her too. I stopped hiding the bulges she gave me. I began to kiss her, to hug her. She later told me that it made her feel warm and tingly inside all the time. And it made her pussy wet too. It just was a mater of time until the two of us would land in bed. Until we would fuck each others brains out. Until we would do the unspeakable. Until a father fucks his daughter. Until a father breeds his daughter.
And it happened soon after. It happened without a big bang. Without any bigger romantic build up. One night, about nine months ago, my daughter came into my room. Dressed in her finest lingerie. Nervous and excited. She asked me one thing: “Can I sleep with you, in your bed, dad?”
My dick got hard within a few seconds. Impressive, for a 56 year old man. But her being in the room, wearing nothing but her finest lingerie, it made me nervous too. It took me some time to answer her question: “Yes, sure, just jump in.”
There she was. My own daughter. In her fathers bed. Cuddling next to him. Beneath one big blanket. With her wearing nothing but her finest lingerie. With me wearing nothing but my boxers. Our nearly naked bodies were touching. Her head was resting on my chest. My rock hard dick was pointing towards the ceiling.
A few minutes later kissing set in. Passionate kissing. One blanket flew through the air, landed on the floor next to the bed. My daughter climbed onto me. Our bodies touching. My hands on her damn hot 33 year old ass. Tension build up. Fuck, she was so fucking hot. She was — and is — perfect. A hotter, younger and better version of her mother, my ex wife.
We kept on kissing. Then I undressed her: Stripped off her bra and her panties. Exposed her gorgeous tits. I sucked on her hard nipples. I squeezed her boobs. Gentle. She loved it. Then she got rid of my boxers. Exposed my rock hard dick. Jerked him off. While kissing me. Some moans escaped my throat. My dick was throbbing. More than just ready to fuck. Ready to fuck my own daughter.
But she wasn’t ready to fuck. She placed her pussy on my face first: “Eat me out, dad. Taste my sweet pussy.”
I tasted her pussy for the first time. I was addicted. I buried my tongue as deep inside her as possible while she was fucking my face. She was more than just wet. Her juices were running down my cheeks. Fuck, yes. I jerked off my rock hard dick while she was ridding my face.
When she had enough — yes, she normally is the one in control in bed, and in the house too — after she had her first orgasm, she moved backwards, placed herself above my cock and let him slid inside her pussy. I had to let out a loud moan. So did she. My daughter riding, or better said using my rock hard dick as her living dildo felt nothing but awesome. She clearly had only one goal in mind: Bringing herself to an orgasm.
She rode me the way she loved it. Nothing but a turn on for me. Her moaning got more intense. My balls began to ache. I was getting closer. She went faster. Harder. She took me balls deep. Then she came. Her legs were shaking. She screamed out: “Yes, daddy. Breed your fucking daughter. Breed me.”
Listening to her moaning gave me the rest: I came too. My swollen balls emptied themselves into my daughters pussy. I came hard. A great orgasm. I dumped a huge and nasty load between her legs. Me doing so put a huge fucking smile on her face. She bowed down, with my half hard dick still in her pussy: “Yes, dad. Empty your loads into my unprotected pussy. Make me, your daughter, a proud mom.”
Fuck. What had I done? Dad’s don’t breed their daughters. Fucking horny me. But it felt so good. It was such a great fuck. And I bet she was lying. She was on birth control, for sure. Well, I was wrong. Terrible wrong. We had a talk the day after. She confirmed that she wasn’t planing to use any methods of birth control for the rest of her life. She wanted to get a mommy. I, I had to think about it for some time. For about 5 minutes. Then I hugged her, told her that I wanted to have kids with her too. She was smiling. I was smiling.
Then I bent her over the kitchen table. I pulled down her pants and panties. I fingered her greedy, already wet pussy for some time. She began to moan. Then I rammed my rock hard dick as deep inside her unprotected pussy as possible. All I was whispering in her ear was: “Daddy is breeding you now.”
I could feel how her body trembled from excitement. She clearly was into it to: “Yes daddy, breed your own daughter. Make her happy, make her a mom.”
Her pussy wrapped herself around my dick, perfect. I fucked her hard. Fast, and deep. I used her, I used her fuck hole to relieve my urges. And my urges only. She loved it. She loves to be in command, she loves to be dominated from time to time. I love her for being like that.
But back to the action. My dick was sliding in and out of her pussy. Her moaning, her screaming got more intense with every thrust. My balls began to ache. My dick was ready to explode. Then, one more thrust, and boom, an orgasm went off in my head. My daughter came with me. My balls unloaded their breeding load. We hugged, we kissed for some time after we both were done. We were looking forward to raising our offspring together.
After it was clear that we wanted to produces some offspring, after our first two fucks, the ice was broken. We began to fuck like some rabbits. Everywhere, all over the house: In the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in her old bedroom — yes she was sleeping with her dad from that day on, but we had to keep her room up and running, in case some visitors came over — literally everywhere.
But when we were out of the safety of our house, we had to be careful. We had to keep our distance. No kissing at a romantic place, no quick fuck in the restaurant bathroom while having a romantic dinner, nothing. And to be honest, that sucked ass big time. We wanted to act like the loving couple we were all the time and everywhere, not just behind some save walls at home. And it was not only about the two of us: We wanted our future kids — yes, plural, we want to get more than just one — to grow up in an as ordinary, as normal way as anyhow possible.
We sat together for a long time. We did a lot of brainstorming. In the end, there was one conclusion: We had to move out of town. We had to leave our great hometown. The town we both grew up in, the town where all our friends were living. It was the only way to live an ordinary life, as a couple. As wife and husband.
So I put the house on the market for sale. The people that were asking why I did that got the following answer: I tried really hard to live in that place. But memories from my past, from my failed marriage were everywhere. So I decided to move elsewhere. For a fresh new beginning. My friends, my relatives, they all accepted that answer and wished me all the best.