As I watched my fourteen year old great granddaughter lounging in the sun I couldn't help but think back to that day I found her grandmother, my daughter, messing around with a man in my bedroom. I was supposed to be at work but had decided it was too nice a day to be at work. So I told John my assistant manager that as company boss I deemed it my responsibility to get as much sunshine as possible to keep me healthy. "Yes sir Mr Thomas," He smiled.
It's not like I hadn't done this before. The business was running well and I really didn't need to be there all the time anymore. It had taken the death of my beloved wife two years ago to bring that home to me. It had also given me a fourteen year old daughter to bring up.
As I entered the house I could hear sounds upstairs so crept up to see who it might be. The sound was coming from my bedroom and the door was open so I looked through the crack of the door to see my daughter Mary cavorting about on my bed with a man, not a boy but a man. I don't know how long they had been up here but she was down to her underwear and he was working hard to get those off of her.
"What the hell is going on?" I shouted, as I stepped into the room. "Who the fuck are you?"
Totally shocked the man stood up and stepped back while Mary grabbed hold of her top to cover herself with. I pointed at her, "You stay right there." I turned on the man, "And you, if you are still here in ten seconds I am going to rip off your head and shove it up your arse. Get out!"
As I heard the front door slam shut I turned on Mary. "You little slut. Who is he? How many other men have you had up here you little tart."
The look on her face was a mixture of fear and stubbornness but her voice told it's own story. "Daddy ... He ... Nobody else daddy, nobody."
She had pulled the top almost up to her chin by now which did nothing to hide the triangle between her legs. I reached out and grabbed the top pulling it from her grasp. "Look at you. Naked. Another minute and he would have been fucking you. Is that what you wanted, to be fucked you little whore?"
Mary had one serious problem. She was just too much like me. When her stubborn streak took over nothing would make her back down. She also had my temper. "Yes!" She screamed, "I wanted to be fucked like a whore. By a man not a stupid boy but by a man" She glared at me, red faced. Her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she thrust her chin out at me.
I just lost it, I swung my arm and hit across the face. She fell back stunned. I reached out for her wildly latching on to her panties and yanking them off. As she came round I was kneeling between her legs with a throbbing erection poised at the entrance to her cunt. She looked up at me but said nothing as I glared into her eyes wildly. I thrust into her, she screamed as I felt her hymen break. The shock of taking her virginity brought me back to some kind of reality but I was still thrusting into her, slowly now until I felt her relax a little, then the lust of years without sex and the anger in me just took over. I fucked my daughter and I fucked her hard. To my surprise she orgasmed and as she did she threw her arms around my neck pulling me to her.
"Ohh daddy I love you daddy." she cried.
Moments later I shot my seed into her. It had been so long that it was painful as it exploded from my cock into her hot virgin pussy. She felt it hit her insides and pulled me even closer to her. I could feel my come running out of her and onto the bed. The very bed she had been born in.
I pulled away from her, unable to look at her face and went downstairs for a strong drink. I should have felt disgusted with myself but I didn't. I should have felt sorry for what I had done but I didn't. I was confused. Very confused. I knew it was wrong, so very wrong but ... not.
Sometime later I heard the shower running and an image of the water running over that youthful body shot into my head, my cock began to stir. "Fuck!" I said. I got out of the chair and busied myself preparing dinner but try as I may the image remained. When Mary appeared dressed in a long t shirt and so obviously nothing underneath I couldn't look in the face, and to look at her body was just too much. I put her dinner on the table and took mine out onto the patio.
"Daddy..." she said softly as I walked away.
She wasn't going to let me go though and followed me, sitting opposite me on a sun chair, he t shirt riding up high enough for to see she wore no panties. "I'm sorry." I said sharply. Then softly added, "I really am sorry."
To my surprise she smiled, "Don't be. Yes it was a shock and yes you hurt me, but I always knew the first time would hurt. That's why I wanted an experienced man and I am so glad it was you, I really am."
"How can you say that. I am your father and I raped you."
"Well sort of. You also gave me my first orgasm and it was awesome. And lets face it you didn't exactly hear me so 'no' or 'stop' did you?"
"That is not the point. I'm your father."
"Is that why you have a hard on? Because you're my father?" she laughed.
I had been trying to hide it with my plate of food but the bulge just kept making the plate slide to one side. I looked at her properly for the first time since she had come down and saw a broad smile on her face, he head tilted slightly to one side cheekily. I couldn't say anything and I couldn't help but smile at that cheeky look either.
"Do you love me daddy?" she asked.
I was shocked at the question. "Of course I do. What a silly..."
"And you will always love me wont you?" She interrupted.
"Yes of course. I may not like you sometimes but I will always love you."
"Do you believe that any other man will love me the way you do and for as long as you will no matter what I may do?"
"I doubt it." I said before I realised the trap she had set for me.
"Then you should be glad that the man who took my virginity will love me forever no matter what. Don't you think?"
"But we cant do this. You're my daughter not my wife."
She laughed, "Oh daddy. I don't want to be your wife. When I do start to look for a husband I want to be able to please him. I want to be the wife, the slut the temptress that all men want in a wife. You can teach me that. I want to do everything with you. I want you to teach me everything about sex, everything that men love about a woman physically and sexually. In a nutshell I want you to make me the perfect fuck. Then I will go and find a husband and know that if it doesn't last it wasn't because of my lack of, shall we say education about men."
"You can't be serious." I said quietly
"I have never been more serious. And judging by your erection what makes you think you really have a choice. Even if you say no what makes you think that you can keep your hands off me now that your body knows I want to fuck it. My body is yours to do with as you please whenever you please until the day I get married."
"I ... I ... need time to think." I said.
"Ok." she said chirpily settling into her chair.
"Well go and do something. I can't think straight with you showi ... sitting there like that."
"Ok daddy. I have some homework to do. I will be in my room."
The word 'homework' brought a picture of Mary in her school uniform to my mind and my cock got even harder. I paced up and down the kitchen, I walked through the garden I did everything I could to convince myself that it was wrong and that I would be able to resist my daughters young body, her eagerness to learn 'everything' as she put it. In the end I gave up. I knew that whatever happened now I would never be able to resist her. But I couldn't let her have it all her own way.
When she reappeared again I was sitting on the patio watching the sun go down. "Sit down." I said. She sat opposite me again, still dressed in her t shirt. What you are saying to me is that you want me to teach you how to be the perfect wife. Is that correct." I said, quite sternly.
"Yes daddy. I want to know everything I want to know how to be a perfect wife."
"Well there is more to being a 'perfect' wife than just fucking a mans brains out ten times a day. While that is good you also need to be able to cook and clean. Do the washing, tidy the home and, bring up children. Not that I have done very well in that department if you consider the reasons for this discussion. And we have to have complete honesty. No secrets. Everything must be open for discussion. Everything."
"Agreed." She said smiling.
I was slightly shocked at the speed of her reply. She hated cleaning and never done any washing, leaving it to me to pick her laundry off her bedroom floor. As for cooking I couldn't remember the last time she had cooked anything. "Good." I said, at a loss as the what else to say. After all it isn't every day you agree to fuck your daughter.
"What was sex like with mummy?"
Talk about going in the deep end. "What?"
"Well did you have great sex together?" She said quietly, smiling.
I knew she was testing my 'Everything must be up for discussion' policy so decided to be honest. "We had a good sex life. Varied shall we say."
"Did she suck you off?"
I tried to not show my shock, or my embarrassment. I decided to tell her everything. "Yes she did." I said, and proceeded to tell her how her mother loved sucking cock but hated anal. How she enjoyed teasing me to the point where I couldn't resist her and how she loved it when I would just take her on the floor, or in the kitchen or even in the garden. I told her everything.
.... There is more of this story ...