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A Changing Script

Copyright© 2006 by Techsan

Chapter 1

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A lone widower's adult daughters come home to share his roof - and his bed. When they post their story on the internet, they become role models for other father-daughter and grandfather-granddaughter matches.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Incest   Father   Daughter   Grand Parent   Group Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Pregnancy  

I lay in bed trying to turn my mind off so I could get to sleep, but not being successful. If I could have written life's script, this is not how it would go.

Here I was, a 51 year old man, finally having sold my self-made machine shop and its two patents for enough money to retire at an early age... and no wife to share my retirement with. Melissa, my college sweetheart and wife of fifteen years, had died of cancer when our daughters were 13 and 7 and I had raised them with the help of my mother, my two sisters, and some helpful neighbors.

Oh, I got lucky every once in a while, just long enough to empty my blue balls into some nice woman and repress my primal urges for another spell. But even though some of those matches repeated themselves from time to time with the same person, I never felt comfortable enough with any of the women to feel like replacing my wife. Somehow it just seemed like I was betraying her memory every time I bedded someone else. The result was that I was miserable whether I found someone to have sex with or not. So most of the time I went to bed with Mother Thumb and her four daughters, just getting past the most pressing need, and pushed back into the depths of my mind my interest in suckling a woman's soft breast or pressing myself into the smooth curves of a well-rounded ass or smelling the uniquely sweet scent of a woman's hair. There were so many things associated with being intimate with a woman... and I just couldn't bring myself to pursue another woman in search of those, at least not on a lasting basis like I would have written into my script for Melissa and me.

Now I lay her worried that our oldest daughter Faith was experiencing a similar kind of meltdown that I had. She had married during her last year of college, just as Melissa and I had, and had a seemingly loving marriage but then her husband Bradley had gotten into drugs and became abusive, refusing to accept any kind of treatment and Faith had finally packed her bags and moved back home with me yesterday. She had no job, didn't know what she could do, and didn't have any idea where to start.

Nor did I know how to help her, really. I knew I would be supportive and told her that she could have her old bedroom back for as long as she needed it. After all she was my flesh and blood. However with Hope, our youngest daughter, finishing her senior year at the university and contemplating marketing jobs in either Chicago or New York, I prayed that Faith would find something close to home. I wanted her to be independent but I also wanted the comfort of one or both of my children within easy visiting distance in my later years. It might even be nice to be a grandparent some day.

All these thoughts and others were churning through my mind and I found myself listing to the grandfather clock in the hall bonging twelve times and then later it emitted the half-hour sound and finally I heard the one o'clock chime. I was thinking about getting up and going down for a cup of coffee or something when I heard a rustle of cloth in the dark. My ears perked up and I listened to see if it came again. Instead I was startled when the bed shook slightly and Faith's whispered voice asked "Daddy? Are you awake?"

"Yes," I replied. "I haven't been able to get to sleep."

"Me neither," she said softly. I felt the bed jiggle as she pulled the sheet up and slid under it. "I need a hug, daddy."

Before she could slide closer to me, I rolled to face her so the sheet would fall between us. I wasn't really anxious for her to learn that I was sleeping in the nude. However she came closer and her arms closed around my neck, pulling us close together.

I wrapped my arms around my little girl... and immediately thought that she was my little girl no longer. She was almost a mirror image of her mother, a big beautiful woman in her own right. Both mother and daughter carried a "few" extra pounds, both had developed large pendulous breasts, and both had broad round bottoms. I suddenly had to choke back a surge of emotion as Faith made me think of Melissa in so many ways.

I started to release her but she hung on and, if I could just keep my sexual urges repressed, I would admit that some of the world's cares seemed so much smaller when someone, anyone, cared enough to hug me. A hug gives the feeling that someone else cares about you, that they know what you are going though, that they are there to support you. Slowly, ever so slowly, tension fades from one's body and mind.

Except that, in my case, I was unsuccessful in repressing my sexual urges and, to my utter horror, I developed a raging hard-on that insistently pushed its way up between us and made itself known to my daughter. Even trying unobtrusively to move my bottom backward to keep it from being so obvious did not work. Instead Faith giggled and asked "Are you glad to see me, daddy?" as she moved toward me to keep our bodies tightly together.

"Sugar, are you sure you want to do this? Have you thought about what it means?"

"No," she replied. "What does it mean?"

"It would mean that we have committed incest. Sex between a father and daughter is frowned upon in society."

Again she giggled. "Yeah, I know, daddy. But who is going to tell anyone? I'm not. I'm so horny I could fuck the bedpost and I can't think of anyone who would be better to me than my daddy. You will be nice to me, wont you?" she asked with double meaning dripping from the question.

I struggled with a reply but her hand found my turgid member and stroked from the tip until her palm covered my balls. She squeezed them gently and then her hand traveled up my length until it covered the sensitive head of my dick, spreading my slick pre-cum all over the head. Again she asked "You will be nice to me, wont you, daddy?"

I lost my inner battle. Leaning forward my mouth closed over hers in a long sensuous kiss and when I drew back to take a breath, I whispered "Yes, baby, I will be very nice to my sweet baby."

I began to stroke her body lightly with my fingertips, wanting to explore her the way I used to explore Melissa's body, but Faith was too much in need to want foreplay. Pulling on my spear, she said "Please, daddy, do me now! I need you so bad! Please! Please!!"

I climbed over her and settled between her legs. She guided me into her hot steamy slit, gathering her own moisture on the head before pushing it down to her entrance. As I eased forward, she pulled her short see-through pajama top over her head and tossed it aside.

I sensed, rather than saw, the shape of her boobs, big globes that filled her chest and were so heavy they could not help but spread out, yet still formed two minor mountains on her chest... Using the little rays of light that penetrated the room, I spotted her left nipple and my right thumb began to caress it while my lips sought and found her right orb and sucked it into my mouth. I eased my bottom forward, feeling my spear penetrate her target but it took several attempts to lubricate my whole shaft so that our curly hair intermingled.

Her hands clasped the back of my head and held me tightly to her breast as she whispered, "Yessss, daddy, suck me hard. Oh, yesssssss, daddy. That feels so goooood!"

I started moving my bottom back and forth, feeling a few inches of my member exploring the velvety depths of her fertile valley. She pulled her legs up until her heels were pressed into my buttocks and every time I pushed forward, her knees flexed, yanking me into her with force. I wanted to take it slow and let us both enjoy the experience, especially since it might be a one-time occurrence. But it was not to be, for both of us felt an urgent need and speed and force were the only way to minister to those needs.

I broke away from her wonderfully delicious breast in search of her lips. No sooner did our mouths touch than her tongue was frantically search the depths of my mouth, and I replied in kind. We both were on fire with lust, striving for every last ounce of liquid pleasure or the faintest erotic feeling we could derive from the other. My brain seemed to turn into a flaming sunset, consumed with the greedy desire of one too long without the pleasures of the flesh. Our bodies slammed together hard time after time, with the obscene slurping of two bodies wet with their own juices simply adding fuel to our fires.

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