Chapter 1: The True Meaning of Father-Daughter Incest

If there is one thing I’ve tried to emphasize over and over again throughout the years, it’s that my relationship with my father, while more intimate perhaps than that shared by most fathers and daughters, has NEVER crossed the line to where I am his lover or anything more than being his daughter (as if THAT wasn’t enough!). It was one of the reasons why my mother never felt any jealousy or remorse over my incestuous sexual relationship with my dad. She knew without a doubt that the only woman in the world he made love to was her. Any other woman my dad might have had sex with, be it me, her sister, or my cousins, was strictly “fucking”, an outlet for his sexual needs and lust. Of course he still loved us so it wasn’t “just sex”, but hopefully you get the idea of what I’m trying to say.

Of course, when it comes to sex with me, while he may be “fucking” me rather than “making love”, I’m still his only daughter so there’s always been something special about our times together. It’s more than just about the physical side of it when I say I never feel closer to my father than when I’m in his arms and he is buried inside of me, the warmth of his climax still radiating inside of me. Through sex my father can express his love and respect for me. I say “love” in that how more loving can a father be than to join himself with his own daughter in the most intimate way possible? “Respect” in that he has NEVER abused me or used me, never asked me to do anything that is shameful, humiliating or something I wouldn’t want to do.