Chapter 7: My Father, My Lover

One of the most basic principles I have regarding incest, at least for me, is that I have sex with my father because as his daughter it is my responsibility to please him and to satisfy the needs and desires that building him. I submit myself to my father as his loving daughter, NOT as a “lover” or an alternative or even substitute for my mother. At the same time, I do this all out of love and respect, NOT because I feel an obligation or coerced in any way.

While I hesitate to make the comparison as people might get the wrong impression, in a way, it is similar in context to how I give myself to God. As my father, my dad deserves my submission yet at the same time as his daughter he loves me and respects me as well. OK, I know it’s complicated and difficult to explain, but the point I’m trying to make here is that I have NEVER confused my relationship with my father - he is my dad and I am his daughter, a relationship that we can’t have with anyone else.

So why all the fuss over what some people might argue is a question more of semantics than principle? I guess it’s more a concern for me as to how people perceive what I do with my dad. I want everyone to understand we are not having some sort of perverted love affair, nor is it anything I am being coerced to do in any way. What I do with my father is what I firmly believe EVERY daughter should do - honor him, respect him, and submit to him. In all families, that may not involve sex but when it does, then the relationship can be even closer or more intimate - but still a relationship between a father and daughter.

So back to my dad’s birthday...

When I returned to the house it was dark and empty. I figured I had at least an hour or more before my dad would return him, plenty of time to get myself cleaned up and ready for him. The first thing I simply HAD to have was a nice, hot shower. Had I been alone with my dad at his office I might have shared a shower with him but with the three of us, not to mention my plans for AFTER our threesome, it was best that waited until I got back.

Once I was cleaned up, I wrapped a towel around me (I just never feel comfy walking around nude, even when I’m alone) and unzipped the small bag that I’d brought with me. There wasn’t much in it, just some toiletries and makeup along with a special negligee that I’d just bought special for tonight.

It was perfect! I’d looked everywhere for just the right one and believe it or not, I found the perfect thing at Macy’s of all stores. The ones at Victoria’s Secret were really TOO sexy for what I wanted to be tonight. Sure, I wanted to appear sensual but at the same time I was looking for a little of that “little girl” look that I knew my father loved. Finding something between an ultra-sheer teddy and flannels with feet was more of an obstacle than I’d figured it would be but after looking for days, I was going through the sales section at Macy’s, not really expecting to find anything, when the perfect negligee appeared.

At the time I was alone so the only person there to give me an opinion on how it looked was an older sales lady. When I took the hangar with the negligee to the dressing rooms, she was there checking things in and out. It must have been a slow night because I didn’t see anyone else around and she looked bored out of her mind. When I showed her the negligee, she smiled at me, probably thinking it was for a boyfriend or maybe even a husband, although I didn’t have a wedding ring on. Needless to say I did NOT tell her it was for my dad!

Once in the dressing room, I quickly stripped and put on the negligee. It was a semi-sheer white lacy thing that barely came down to my ass. There were a pair of matching panties but I wasn’t planning on wearing them so I left them off. Looking in the mirror, I grinned as I knew my dad was going to love seeing me in it. It was sheer but not THAT sheer that it looked like I wasn’t wearing anything, just enough to hint very broadly at what was underneath.

Most negligees are short, apparently designed under the assumption that you have panties on as well. Well, if there was one thing I KNEW turned on my dad it was a girl without panties. Actually that worked out perfectly over the years as my favorite outfit around the house was just a T-shirt or men’s shirt with no bottoms. Talk about killing two birds with one stone - I got to feel comfy while my dad got his favorite view of me - bare bottomed. This outfit was longer than usual, enough to cover my ass when I was standing up but still short enough to reveal that I was totally naked underneath should I bend over even slightly.

Just as I was about to take it off and get dressed, a naughty idea came to mind. I grinned as I knew it was something I shouldn’t do but I couldn’t help myself - it was simply too delicious of an idea.

“Ma’am, can you help me for a moment?” I called out through a barely open door. When she arrived, I opened the door all the way and stood there in front of her.

“Do you think I look hot in this?” I asked innocently, “I’d hate to buy it and then not look good in it.”

One negligee - $99.99. The look on her face - priceless!

Without a word she covered her mouth and quickly turned away, muttering something to herself about “slut” and “no decency these days”. It was all I could do not to break down laughing as I dressed. Later, as I checked out, she wouldn’t even look me in the eyes as she quickly did her thing and swiped my credit card. I suppose I should have let it go at that but you know me, never been one to control myself that well!

“Thanks for your help. I hope my daddy likes it!” I said in a naughty tone as I turned and walked away. What I would have given for a mirror or see her face!

Now that I was back in my old bedroom, I pulled out the negligee and held it up in the soft lamp light. Yep, dad was going to like it, I was sure of that.

In my dad’s bedroom, I set out about a dozen different candles and lit them, the air quickly filling with their sweet scent. I had my portable Bose player for my IPod and set it up to play some soft music. Standing there feeling the soft negligee caressing my nude body, I debated the bed covers - should I leave them on or pull them down? Had we been in a hotel the answer was obvious. Have you ever seen those shows that hold up an ultraviolet light to those covers? Ewwwww!

In the end, I pulled them off so that about half the bed was exposed, enough for me to lay on my side on the sheets with the bed behind me covered. Not only did it seem more erotic, but sheets are a lot easier to clean than comforters!

Now all that was needed was the guest of honor - my dad. My plans were to finish off the day in a more romantic setting, something less aggressive than what I’d given to him before. The morning BJ was he was sleeping was intended to be erotic, to give him something to think about and fantasize as the day went by. The office threesome was to fulfill a male fantasy - having multiple girls having sex with him in his office at work. Rather cliche but still pretty effective I thought. Now that the day was done and he was home after a long day at work, I wanted the evening to be more intimate and controlled, something to close out his birthday with a sweet memory.

As with the threesome, this evening was my aunt’s idea. At first I was a little unsure about it. My initial reaction was it sounded like I was romancing my husband more than my father but my aunt convinced me that my dad needed something like this. She confessed that while she and my dad loved fucking each other, neither of them shared any romantic feelings for the other.

Since my mother’s passing, he had not spent an evening with a woman where he could be tender and intimate in aromatic sort of way. As my aunt pointed out, without committing adultery, who else could provide him with such an evening? She and my dad had too long of a history to even pretend. My cousin Kristen was too much a whore, even if not professionally anymore, for my dad to feel that way with her. My cousin Tammy was definitely not the one, not at her age at least. So who did that leave but me as his daughter?