Chapter 3: Debating Incest

The next morning I woke up and for a moment it was like everything which had happened the night before was just an awesome dream - or nightmare depending on your point of view. If anything, the feelings of guilt for having spied on my parents were even stronger now, especially the guilt for imagining such perverted acts with my dad. Now that the heat of passion had passed, I realized it wasn’t fair of me to think he would ever do such a thing with his daughter. What kind of father did I think he was that he would actually fuck his own daughter? My dad wasn’t one of those weird fathers in the Taboo movies, he was no different than any other man. Besides, even if he DID have such fantasies, as my mom always told me, ANY fantasy is OK - it’s what we DO that matters and my dad had certainly never done anything deliberately to even infer such thoughts on his part.

Thankfully I did have one thing many girls don’t for situations such as this - my Christian faith. So as I usually did in such circumstances, I silently prayed and asked God for His guidance and especially His forgiveness. When I finished, it suddenly became clear to me, as if God was already answering my prayer. The Bible says to honor your mother and father. Well, how much more could I honor my father than to submit myself to him in the one way no other girl in the world could? It would be almost like I was sacrificing myself to him except in this case it would be for his pleasure and trust me, it wouldn’t really be a sacrifice to do so. No, it would be a gift.

Frankly, it wasn’t the incest label which bothered me - the Bible doesn’t exactly forbid it given some of the greatest figures in the Bible practiced it. No, I was more troubled by the adultery quandary. Regardless of what they may have done before marriage, after my parents took their wedding vows they’d never had sex with anyone else (at least, that’s what I thought at that time but that’s a whole different story). I’d joked with my mom a few times about them swinging but she always told me that it would be adultery which was why they never did it. Well, wasn’t sex with your daughter really the same as being with another woman? Did that mean incest was also adultery? The more I thought about it the more I realized it wasn’t the same thing at all. For goodness sakes I was his DAUGHTER, his own flesh and blood, not some outsider that he would lust for and then take in violation of his sacred marital vows. In fact, I slowly came to the realization (or rationalization?) my dad DESERVED to fuck me, even so far as to think my father even had the RIGHT to do so. By withholding myself from him, as I had so far, wasn’t that a sign of disrespect on my part? Was I actually violating the Commandments by not allowing my dad to have me?

For the next few nights I continued to debate this with myself and in doing so, found myself rubbing my pussy constantly as I replayed over and over how my dad made love to my mom that night. No matter how conflicted I might start out, in the end as my orgasm rocked me as I would fantasize about having my dad doing those same things to me. I couldn’t help but dream about what might have happened if I’d surprised them by jumping in the hot tub while they were still making love. Would they have let me join in and make it a genuine family night? It may have seemed crazy before but I knew now without a shadow of doubt that I wanted my own father to fuck me! I wanted nothing more than to please him and show him how much I loved him by giving him something he’d never had that only I could give him - my pussy.

Some people have accused me of rationalizing incest but I completely disagree. Maybe it would’ve been had it been like when I debated given up my virginity and it was all about ME. In contrast, this was becoming more and more about HIM. My decision was based on wanting to please my father, to honor him, to fulfill my obligations as his daughter, about my duties which I was becoming painfully aware I’d failed to do. The more I read my Bible, prayed, and meditated, the more guilty I felt. It was of God was answering my prayers as I realized I’d been withholding something from my dad that he DESERVED. Yes, there was something my father had earned and thus had the right to possess in any way he wanted - his daughter ... ME.