An Incestuous Episode: Happy Father's Day

by A Purvversion

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Incest, Father, Daughter, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: As with all my stories, this short piece about a horny father and his 13 year old daughter is posted in hopes that it will moisten panties and/or encourage masturbation. And like all the others, there is no redeeming value to it.

Father's Day falls on the third Sunday of June and this year it happened to fall on Samantha's 13th birthday. What made this an extra-special occasion was that her older brother had just returned from oversees and was discharged from the service. With the joyous atmosphere, it didn't seem strange that the new teen was allowed to drink wine at the outdoor family barbeque.

Later in the day, after his son had decided to go visit some friends, Stan started to get ideas. After first noticing that his wife was pretty much 'zonked', and that his youngest daughter Maggie was busy with her friends, Stan felt he could allow his eyes to openly ogle Samantha. The alcohol he had consumed had weakened his defenses. Although he didn't purposely intend for her to see him looking, he didn't try to avoid her seeing him either.

It was about 8 PM, when Maggie asked permission from her mom and dad to spend the night at her friend Joni's house, and within a few minutes, the little pre-teen was gone. As darkness was descending, Stan, Martha, and their 13-year-old daughter moved inside the house.

It was only a matter of minutes before Martha had passed out on the couch. Father and daughter kibitzed a bit, and then Stan went back outside to clean up a bit and to cover the grill. When he returned inside, he found that Samantha had started to fall asleep too.

Nudging her shoulder, the youngster's eyes opened, sleepily. "Better get up to bed, sweetie," he told her and she drowsily nodded and shifted to get up. "I'll be up to say goodnight to my birthday girl in a couple of minutes, as soon as I straighten out the kitchen and put out the garbage."

Samantha was standing by then. She smiled weakly, nodded again, and softly said, "Okay, Daddy," and then walked to the stairs barefooted, her designer flops left at the base of the couch. Stan watched her bikini-clad little ass sway and he felt that familiar heat that he had begun to feel months ago when ogling his little girl.

His eyes continued to follow her as she walked up the steps. He no longer chastised himself for looking and yes, even lusting for his little girl. He knew that he would never really do anything, but he also realized that he couldn't help himself. Hell, he'd come to accept that he wasn't going to stop masturbating while fantasizing about her.

Then he set about finishing up in the kitchen and putting out the garbage. It was about five minutes later that he had made his way up the stairs and was standing outside Samantha's door. He knocked gently and waited. There wasn't any response. He knocked again. When she didn't answer, Stan put his hand on the doorknob and gently opened the door.

Once inside the room he saw that his daughter had managed to throw on her two-piece nightie and lie on top of the blankets; but that was as far as she had gotten. When Stan arrived, it appeared as if the youngster was as 'out of it' as her mother, but in fact, she had had only had two drinks. In reality, Samantha was not even passed out, only in a sort of stupor that often happens with first time drinkers.

Stan however, was pretty well under the weather himself, and it didn't take too much for him to decide to lie by his daughter, 'just to be near her, ' he told himself.

It was about five minutes after he had gotten on her bed that Samantha pushed further back against her daddy, and as she did so, she was surprised to feel his semi-erect dick pressing against her ass. Although he pulled back instantly, it was too late to avoid the youngster's recognition. Involuntarily, a tingle of excitement surged through her body and brain.

'God, forgive me for having sinful thoughts right now ... and forgive daddy, too, ' Samantha prayed to herself. Still, her pussy began to ache and her breathing became labored.

Stan had felt his daughter's exquisite ass against his dick and his body immediately and instinctively reacted; and now he was rock hard. He tried to keep his stiff rod from touching her again, but being so near Samantha's female softness was extraordinarily exciting to him. His face was inches from the youngster's delicate neck, where he could see every little hair and freckle. He could smell her perfume. He moved as close as he dared, without being obvious about his desire to be near her.

He snuggled a bit closer to her and Samantha, in turn, pressed back against him. Now Stan was afraid to move. Every nerve in his body was alive and monitoring the sensations of her young exciting body against his. He knew that if he didn't keep his crotch from touching her, that at the very least, he would not be able to avoid cumming; and it was even a strong possibility that he wouldn't be able to control his urges. He knew the potential was there for him to force himself on the child, and of course that would be the last thing in the world that he wanted to do. With all of his willpower, he kept himself back. He wanted to move against his 13-year-old daughter, to touch her, but he dare not. He wasn't sure whether she was asleep or not. He waited and waited for her sleep to become apparent.

After another five minutes, he sensed that her breathing had become deep and regular. Finally, he steeled his courage and took the big chance. Slowly, he moved his hand forward, rested it on the youngster's waist, and then waited for her to react. Samantha didn't move.

The father inched himself closer to his little girl until his dick almost touched her again. Still she did not move.

Stan pretended to be asleep. He even feigned snoring as convincingly as possible. Ever so slowly, he moved his hand up until it touched the under side of his daughter's left breast, which seemed to be generating heat. He froze, waiting for Samantha to react, but still she was motionless. His heart was racing.

Ever so lightly, he then moved his hand atop his little girl's exciting breast. He could feel her little tit nipple pressing in the palm of his hand through the silky fabric of her underwear. Just as slowly, he moved his hand until his fingers rested comfortably about her soft full breast.

Stan thought, 'She has to be fast asleep or she would have reacted by now.' He had been prepared to act as if he had been asleep and had no idea where he was touching, if she complained. Now he savored the experience. He was actually holding his own daughter's breast. It was magic. His cock was as hard as it ever had been.

Samantha's eyes had sprung open when her father first put his hand on her waist. She had started to react, but didn't exactly know how. Thus, her mind was racing and her excitement keyed during the ensuing minute. Now his hand had gone where no other man's had gone before. Daddy's fingers seemed to create electrical charges that started in her breast and ended in her pussy. 'How can something that feels so good be so wrong, sinful, and immoral?' she thought. Although she felt deeply guilty, the 13-year-old girl somehow felt compelled to remain very still so that her father wouldn't stop touching her.

For so long now, the youngster had felt as if she was in love with her daddy. For the last six months, she had actually begun to fantasize about him sexually. Now, as his hands fondled her, Samantha burned with desire. She pretended to stir in her sleep and shoved her ass backwards. Again, a hard cock pressed against her, but this time it didn't pull back.

When Stan moved his hand over to explore his little girl's other tit, he heard a tiny whimper come from the youngster's throat. His cock twitched; the horny father almost came in his pants. He moved his hand down her supple body. He lowered his head gently and then begun kissing the back of Samantha's neck and her ears.

Again, Samantha could not bring herself to put a stop to her daddy's actions. Suddenly, the young teen could not stand it anymore. She moaned aloud. Now her pulse raced and her pussy tingled. The alcohol her parents had allowed her to consume earlier now clouded her judgment, as did the sensations caused by her father's hand moving about her body and caressing her small, taut breasts. She worked at staying still and quiet, so that she didn't attract the attention of her mother, who was passed out downstairs on the couch.

Flames of desire that would not be easily extinguished burned in both of them.

Stan's cock throbbed as he explored more and more of his child's body. His daughter's smell was 100 times more intoxicating for him than the wine they had drunk. Almost convinced that she was awake and not stopping him, he recklessly moved his hand from her breast and caressed his way down her firm abdomen. When he encountered the waistband of her nightie-panties, he smoothly slid his fingers underneath.

'Will she or won't she?' he thought. 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.'

He inched his fingers further down until he touched the fuzzy pubic hair. He felt Samantha's body become very tense, and then gradually relax.

'She's gonna let me, ' Stan thought. 'Oh my godddd!'

After pausing for a moment at the top of the youngster's pubic hair and receiving no demand to stop, the horny father moved his finger down to her warm, now very moist slit. No man had ever touched there before. Ever so gently, Stan inserted a finger into his own daughter's slit.

Samantha nearly screamed in sexual excitement. Instead, she held it in and she hotly whispered, "Yes, oh, yes ... Daddy ... yes!"

There was no more question as to whether or not she was awake.

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