Sex with my daughter – by tonysex23

Latest incest story: Sex with my daughter – by tonysex23. This time we worked together, for each other, with each other. This wasn’t just sex, we were making love to each other.

Latest incest story: Sex with my daughter

by tonysex23

Diary, Incest, Teen, Virginity

Lisa was my oldest daughter. As kids go she fit the pattern: oldest would be the quiet thinking type, second oldest the trouble maker and so on. She had just turned 15 going on 26, she had the looks of her mother: her height and hair color, her build, even her sense of humor. Looking at her sometimes I felt nostalgic.

She saw me looking at her one time and commented, “You look sad dad.”

“Yeah, a little.”

“You miss mom don’t you.” She knew me.

“Yeah I do honey,” I confessed, “you remind me of her at times.”

Lisa came over and gave me a hug, a warm, tight, close hug, “I miss her too dad.” We held each other and I realized it was something else I missed – the closeness, the physical affection. I was suddenly aware of her breasts pressed against me. I didn’t back off, maybe I was being selfish, but it felt good.

Lisa had ‘adoted’ the mother role in the family since Jennifer had died, she made sure the younger kids got the things they needed if I wasn’t around. She helped me plan things and even sat in to help balance the checkbook and consider our expenses. It wasn’t past me to put my hand over hers and give it a squeeze when we were close together like that or to remind her how much of a help she was. When I could I tried to give her some extra liberties or more allowance to make up for the extra things she was doing instead of being a teenager.

There was a night when we had the younger kids in bed and she and I were up watching a movie. I was sitting on the couch and she had been leaning against me. The movie was a little long and she had dozed off while being snuggled up to me. I realized she’d gone to sleep with my arm around her and her head on my chest. I had intended to raise my arm up while not disturbing her too much but the motion was awkward and my hand accidentally cupped her breast.

I froze there, suddenly afraid I’d wake her and have her discover my hand in the wrong spot. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra and I could feel the warmth of her through her tee shirt. It might have been curiousity or my own selfish motives but I gave her breast a gentle caress, I felt the firmness of her and at the same time was aware of her delicate softness. I realized this was my daughter and moved my hand off her. I gave her a nudge and although I meant it to be innocent the Freudian slip popped out, “Lisa, I want to take you to bed.”

She mumbled an “Okay.”

I knew what I said but it wasn’t what I meant, well I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. I still felt the memory of her breast in my hand. I scooped her up off the couch and took her to her room, she hooked her arms around my neck while I carried her. She was wearing her night time tee shirt and pj bottoms but I felt physically closer to her than I ever had before. I layed her on her bed and got a blanket over her and looked at her angelic sleepy face.

I paused to move the hair back away from her eyes and mouth and admired the gentle beauty of her. I kissed her on the lips, just a little longer than I should have and told her good night and that I loved her. She caught me in her arms and pulled me close, “I love you too daddy.” I kissed her again but just a peck this time then I got out of there.

I was disturbed with myself, what I was feeling and what I was thinking weren’t the kinds of things I should be doing. When I kissed Lisa I felt that I wanted to climb into bed with her. I had to take control of myself for her sake, she was just a girl, in fact my daughter and I was thinking of her and sex. This couldn’t be this way.

I tried to get back to our normal routine, shopping, cooking, the typical family stuff but Lisa would do little things that would just set me on fire. She’d hook her arm through mine as we walked through the store, or lean her head on my shouder as we stood near each other or if I was doing the bills she’d come up behind me and rest her hands on my shoulders the same way her mother did. More and more I was wanting to respond to her attentions in ways I couldn’t express.

It was one morning before she left for school when she came up to give me hug goodbye, in the way she did she pulled me close to her and held me tight. I knew her arms were around me but all I could feel were her breasts against me. I pulled away from her rather suddenly.

“Daddy?” She asked me in a calm voice, “What’s the matter?”

I couldn’t say what I was thinking and she sensed my hesitation she pulled me into a close hug again and caressed my back lightly, “You can talk to me dad, what’s going on?” She sounded reassuring.

“It’s, well…” I fumbled for the words, “I love you Lisa and…”

“I love you too daddy,” She returned.

“No, it’s just that..,” She gave me a squeeze to urge me on, “Well it’s… you’re very close to me Lisa and..,” I was about to confess my fears and desires all in one sentence, “Lisa, when you’re close like this my body has been responding to you. I, uh, I’ve been wanting to take you to bed Lisa. My bed.”

She backed off a little but kept her arms around me and looked me right in the eye. She wasn’t shocked, she wasn’t afraid. She had let me say what I needed to say and didn’t judge me for it. “Daddy it’s ok,” she held me closer and a little tighter, “nothing bad is going to happen. It’s going to be okay. We’ll be okay.” She looked up and me and smiled in a way that made me feel relaxed. She put a kiss on my cheek and told me again that it’d be okay then left for school.

I was a little stunned, she had accepted what I said without blowing up, or being afraid or rejecting me. I loved her for that, she brought a sense of peace to me I hadn’t known in some while. There was indeed a special relationship between us and I was very appreciative of it. I knew now that nothing was going to happen and I was happy for it. I could let go of my stress and fears and get back to being my normal self.

Telecommuting made my life easier, I could be around the house more often than if I had to drive into the city; the downside was my work was always there and there were times when I’d work later than I should have but all in all it was a benefit. Lisa got home from school and came into my office smiling, she gave me a peck on the cheek and told me she was going to her girlfriends house, she’d be back in time for dinner. I suppose that was the moment I was waiting for all day. I thought maybe what I had told her this morning had put her in a state of shock and her reaction had been muted but seeing her now, happy and carefree made me feel good. This really was all behind us.

The kids were in bed and I was laying on mine reading a textbook on the properties of elastic fluids, doing some research for work. Lisa came into my room and flopped down on the bed next to me, she grabbed the corner of the book and gave it a jiggle, “Whatcha doing dad?”

“Working actually. What are you doing?”

“Working? Daddy it’s after five o’clock you should be taking a break.”

“Oh really and are you going to pay the bills next month?” I cajoled.

“No,” she giggled, “but you can’t work all the time.”

“Fine, but tell me what I should be doing then.”

“I dunno, I thought we could just hang out for a while.”

I closed the book and set it on my night stand, I turned to lay on my side so I was facing her, both of us with our heads propped up on our arms, “Okay, we can do that. How was your day then?”

“Good, yeah, it was good. School was ok and when I went to Carries house this afternoon she some new MP3’s we listened to that I liked.”

I laughed alittle and asked her, “What the hell are MP3’s?”

It was her turn to laugh, “Music dad, like your old CDs but on the computer.”

We grinned at each other and there was a moment of silence, she inched a little coser to me, “Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to be there for you.”

“Honey you have been, you’ve done so much for me and our family, maybe too much at times – you still need to be a teenager to and go out and do stuff too.”

“I do, but that’s not what I meant. I mean I want to be here for you here.”

There must have been an obvious perplexity showing on my face, I wasn’t getting her point.

“Dad, when we were watching the movie the other night,” she paused for a moment, “I wasn’t asleep.”

It took me a second to realize what she was saying, I felt the blood rush to my face.

She put her hand to my cheek and said, “Daddy, it’s ok. I want to be here for you.”

“Lisa,” I collected my thoughts, “I love you honey but that’s really something we shouldn’t be doing. It’s just been a while for me and I needed to get control over how my body was responding and…”

She took my free hand and placed it on her breast and held it there. “Daddy, what you said this morning, I wanted you to say it. I’ve wanted it for a long time.”

My mind went a little cloudy, I was distinctly aware of my hand on her breast and I could feel her nipple stiffening against my palm. I glanced at her crotch and could amost image being in her, the warmth, the wetness, releasing into her. Imagining her sharing herself with me, I felt the stirrings of an erection. I seemed to come back to my senses, “Honey, what I was talking about this morning was sex, not just touching. It’s more than you need to be doing right now, I mean you’ve never had sex and..” I had to ask, “You haven’t had sex, have you?”

“No daddy, but I want to with you.” She looked me in the eye and repeated herself, “I want to have sex with you daddy.” She pressed my hand into her breast. Before I could protest again she kissed me, not the hello/goodbye peck of a kiss, it was the soft sensual kiss of a woman. She held my hand to her breast and began to kiss me deeply, I felt when she opened her mouth slightly for more and I moved my tongue to meet hers, she took her hand off mine and let me caress and explore her breast; she traced a fingertip along my back and shoulder. When we broke off the kiss she stayed close to me, nuzzling me some and putting kisses on me.