Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Incest, Father, Daughter, .
Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Big-Busted, Young and Redheads. All of the things that make me hard!
The first of my fetishes is big tits: at least 36s and at least DoubleD's.
18 years old
The next one of my fetishes is finding out a girl is 18 years old. All my endorphins go off.
The last of my three fetishes occurs when I see a redhead of any age ... it hardly matters. Even the very young, but all I do is smile at them. I'm not a pedophile!
There is one young lady that fulfills all three of these
Her name is Addison — and she's my daughter.
I'm Henry Knight, 55, 6ft5, 220 lbs. My black hair is beginning to be replaced with smatterings of silver, most prominently at my temples. I think it looks cool.
Addison is 19, 5ft5, 115 lbs. and has red hair. It goes to her elbows. Her figure, in the last four years, went from almost flat to a full D-Cup. She loved it happening. I bemoaned it, due to my fetishes.
She made me take her to get 'D-cup appropriate' underwear. The only place I could think of was Victoria's Secret. We had one on in the mall.
The moment we walked in, it was a sight to behold. There were half a dozen woman customers. All were beautiful, including two redheads just as gorgeous as my daughter. Addison loved being here; I found a place and sat down.
The same way red hair makes me hard, my silver hair seemed to draw women of all shapes and sizes to me. The fact that I am in pretty good shape for my age doesn't hurt.
Addy got the attention of an employee, as I got the attention of a stunning redhead, who sat down next to me.
"Hello, my name is Genoa, is that your daughter you came in with?"
Clearing my throat, I said, "Yes, she got her good looks from her late mother who died 14 months ago."
"I'm so sorry," she said putting her hand on my leg. "That had to be so difficult for her. Are you OK?"
"I think so, by the way; my name is Henry. I know we have just met, but could you keep an eye on her while I make a phone call?"
"Certainly," she said getting up and going over to Addy.
I proceeded to make a fake phone call, first turning off the ringer as I watched them interact. The employee was as attractive as either of the ladies involved. I saw her bring out a tape measure, apparently planning on finding Addy's current measurements.
She first measured her hip and waist, and then went to her nice-sized bosoms. Addy turned to watch me, watching her. She smiled and waved to me.
When finished, Genoa motioned me to join the cadre.
"Daddy, I'm 36E-24-36, isn't that great?"
"For all the men who are not here at the moment, I must admit that is practically the perfect measurement, isn't it?" I turned to the employee, noticing her nametag was Katherine.
"Yes, it is. Especially if you shop at a boutique like we are," Katherine remarked. "What are we shopping for today Sir?"
"A little bit of everything. With her figure, practically nothing she owns fits her. Let's splurge and get everything from the skin out. Fortunately, I have deep pockets to spend on my gorgeous daughter."
"Isn't that sweet," Genoa said. "Let's start her out with a few push-up bras why don't we?"
"You ladies can figure it out. I'm just the money man," I said going back to where I was seated. Genoa took my arm and said, "Don't you want to see Addison try things on?"
"All right, if it's OK with her," I said being taken to a different set of chairs right next to the dressing room.
After a few moments, my daughter came out in a very red bra and matching panty. She was quietly giggling as she showed off to me. I casually as possible crossed my legs and said, "Very nice! That color looks great on you Addy."
Katherine said, "It comes in 21 colors." She handed me a book of color choices. I selected white, black, red, nude and navy leopard, asking for six of each. I wouldn't mind seeing her in the nude bra/panty set.
I was immediately told that everything had a matching panty to go with it. My daughter selected some thongs and some cheeky designs. I approved her selections.
"Next are dresses," Katherine said. As she took Addison, Genoa sat down next to me and asked, "Have you started dating again Henry?"
Rather forward of her, but I didn't have a good response, "Genoa. Every time I think of doing that, the face of her mother pops into my mind. That was quite the love we had. It's hard to imagine that I could find it again."
She took my hand and said, "Maybe the first woman won't be right, but maybe the second or third. A good-looking man like you needs to put himself out there. Under the right set of circumstances, I would date you." She added a wonderful chuckle after saying that.
"Really," I remarked, "Which would you prefer being, first, second or third?"
"See, now we're flirting. Your late wife would be proud. If you gave me the chance, I would want to be first, second and third," she said.
"That sounds like a foursome to me," I said cheekily. She laughed at that.
She got a card and a pen and was writing something. "Here is my phone number. I'll be waiting for your call."
Luckily, Addy came out in a full-length green pleated dress. She turned once all the way around. She then asked, "What do you think Henry?"
That was the first time ever she called me by my first name.
"Well Addison, if I took you anywhere in that dress, every man would wonder who the woman was, and I would love the notion I had the loveliest woman in the house."
Genoa leaned over and said, "Well said, Henry. What is it you do for a living?"
"I write novels, under assumed names."
"Anything I might have read?"
"I don't write blockbuster–type stories, but my best seller to date was called "Interview with Love." It sold just fewer than 40,000 copies. I'm about to start my first thriller, but I don't have a concept or a title for it yet."
"I'm sorry, but I've never read that particular story. Can I get it at Amazon?"
"Yes, it's been discounted. Once you get it, I'll sign it if you'd like," I said.
Addison came back out in denim shorts and a top without a bra on. It was strapless, and her perky nipples were obvious.
In my ear, I heard, "Isn't she beautiful Henry?"
Her hand was on the inside of my left thigh. She was near my erection.
"Yes," I said. "Addy honey, I didn't realize how marvelous you look in ... anything. I'm glad I'm your dad and not just a young boy looking at you. I don't need to see anything else. Pick out whatever you want, and we need to go. I've just been inspired to write my next story."
She went back into the dressing room, as Genoa now had her hand over my erection.
"What is your idea, Henry?"
"It's called 'Two Redheads.' A man falls in love with one ... and his daughter is the other."
"That sounds like a lot of personal research on your part. Can I help you?" she asked.
I gave her my address and phone number. We would meet at my place to discuss an arrangement.
After putting $547.77 on my credit card, Addison and I went home.
"What should I do with my clothes that don't fit anymore daddy?"
"Throw away the bras and underwear. We can give the rest to Goodwill next time we go out."
"It sure looked like you, and Gennie were getting along."
"Yeah, we really hit it off. She's coming over later. Is it OK with you if we started dating?"
"She's lovely, more like an older sister than a possible step-mother."
"Don't be so quick to get us married. I plan on taking my time. I need to get to my computer. I finally have an idea for my next story."
"All right. I'll be up in my room if you need me. Love you daddy."
I went to my computer and started a new Word Doc, calling it "Redheads: A Love Story!" over the next hour, I wrote about 4,000 words describing the characters and where things were taking place."
I leaned back, proud of what I had written, when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," I yelled.
I opened it to Genoa. She had changed into a comfortable blouse and slacks as I invited her in.
I gave her a kiss on the cheek and took her to our living room.
"My daughter calls you Gennie, may I?" I asked.
"Certainly," she responded. "Have you started on the new story yet?"
"Yes, but rather than talking about that, why don't we talk about something else? Maybe, you can tell me about yourself."
"My name is Genoa Fitzpatrick. I am 38, 5ft9, and I was born in Salem Massachusetts. I am an only child, my parents both died 11 years ago. I would rather not get into those details if you don't mind."
"Not a problem, you know my name, Henry Knight with a K. I'm 55 going on 39, 6ft5 and recently widowed. Her name was Madison. She would be 53. She had red hair, just like Addy's. She was my one and only love, until now."
"What do you mean, until now?" she said.
"I've never been a believer in love at first sight, but there is something about you that makes me feel a kinship. What about you?"
"Henry, I find you fascinating, handsome, and I feel something when I'm near you, like right now."
The moment was upon us. Her face was close to mine during this conversation. We had both stopped talking and were just looking into each other's eyes.
I put my palm on her face; she leaned into it, and I started the kiss. This wasn't a friend kiss, but a romantic one. Addison was upstairs, so this couldn't become more quite yet. After a few minutes, we separated.
"Was that your first kiss since Madison died?" she asked me.
"Yes," I answered.
"You must have really loved her. I see it in your eyes," she said.
There was a thump on the stairs, and Addy was there.
"Hello Gennie," she said with a wave.
Gennie got up, and they hugged each other.
"I'm leaving for a while Daddy. Going shopping at the mall."
"But you just spent over $500 at Victoria's Secret?" I reasoned.
"Now I need some shoes to go with everything. bye! I'll call before I come home."
"Why would you need to?"
"Tell him for me Gennie, toodles!"
"Oh! ... Could I show you the upstairs Gennie? It's mostly bedrooms, but we can find something to do while my daughter's gone, couldn't we?"
She took my hand, and we headed upstairs. I showed her Addison's room. Thankfully, she kept it rather orderly. There was Addy's private bathroom. Next was the linen closet. Lastly, was my bedroom, not nearly as clean and orderly as my daughters?
We sat down on my bed. I asked, "Why haven't you been married? Most guys I know would give a testicle to date someone as pretty as you."
"I would rather find a man with both intact, so he could fill me every night ... with his cum," she said moving into me.
"It's been almost 18 months for me," I said. "Be gentle."
She had my shirt off, and I removed hers. I took a deep breath as I saw her remarkable chest for the first time. She stood me up and took off my pants and boxers.
She stood and removed her brassiere and her slacks and panties. She was bare and beautiful. She dropped back to her knees and took hold of me.
"Did your wife give you blow jobs?" she asked.
"She didn't like it as much as I did, but she would give me one occasionally."
"I love to give and receive, just to let you know," she said as she began licking me in earnest. She had all of me down her throat before I realized it. Not even my wife could do that. I was so surprised; I quickly dropped a load of cum past her gag reflex. She looked up at me and winked. When I was done spurting, she pulled me out of her throat. "Never had that before, I'll bet?"
"Gosh, Gennie. That was amazing. No one ever did that to me before," I answered still in shock.
"Yours is one of the largest I've had. Anything else you want from me, Henry?"
"How about, after you get me hard again, you climb up and take a ride? This time, it's my treat!"
"Sounds like fun, I need to visit the bathroom first. I'll be right back."
I heard the flush and sink go off, and was on my way to my first fuck since before my wife died. Genoa climbed under the covers with me and smooshed her lips on mine. She is a beautiful redhead, like my wife was and kisses as well as I remembered being kissed. Our kiss was heavenly, and I felt her grip me again and got me hard.
She climbed aboard, leaned back and a nice soothing fuck was started. She had her hands on my ankles, while I was fucking her. She leaned forward and started riding me. She was as good a fuck as she was at blowjobs. She rode me to almost ready to cum, but stopped, smiled and leaned to give me a kiss. She turned around showing me her ass and started fucking my dick again. I put my hands on her ass to speed her up a little. I was watching my hyper sized dick plunge in and out of her dripping pussy.
I couldn't resist running my hands all over her ass. It felt fabulous. She loved it as well. I could tell she was getting a little tired with her stroking, so I took over shoving all of my nine inches up and inside her. She loved it. I asked her to come back and face me, which she did without us disconnecting.
I started a faster rhythm and asked her, "Is there anything about you that you haven't told me that you think you should?"
"Let's wait on that, lover," she said.
"Is it that bad?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said. "Cum inside me please?"
I grabbed her pulling her close and went into jackhammer mode. It didn't take long for my cum to blast its way inside her. "Aaaauuuggghh, I feel it, I feel it, you are a blaster, aren't you? Keep going, I want to cum again."
I did, keeping up the fast speed, as long as I could. I felt her tremble and she gushed around my dick. I slowed a little, but kept up a moderate pace. "I think I love you, Henry."
"Let's take it easy, Gennie. Lust doesn't always mean love," I replied. "I think I love you too."
After a few more orgasms each, I heard the front door open.
"In my room honey," I said putting the sheet and blanket over us, but not disconnecting. It felt too good for the moment.
She walked in, and turned her head, "Daddy, you could have said 'don't come in, ' you know."
"Well, maybe so. I wanted you to know that we seem to be sexually compatible."
"That was inevitable Daddy, I've seen how you look at me sometimes, so you and Gennie were a lock," Addy said.
"Why don't you join us?" Gennie said to her.
"Well, since daddy hasn't asked me, I had better say yes to you. Have you told him about your foster daughter yet?" Addison said.
I think I twitched inside Gennie's pussy.
"Is that what you needed to talk about? You have a foster daughter?"
"Yes, her name is Angela; she's Addison's age. She was my father's brother's granddaughter. She wasn't old enough to be emancipated, so I took her in," Gennie said.
"Is it safe to assume she is a redhead?" I asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, she is," my lover said.
Addison was finished getting undressed and climbed in the bed on my other side.