Daughter's First Video
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Her boyfriend joined the Navy and they weren't going to get married until she graduated. She was worried he might stray. So she sent him a video, trying to act sexy. The only person she could think of to take that video was her daddy.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Military Cheating Incest Father Daughter Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Voyeurism
I’m worried about my daughter Valerie. She is seventeen, and she’s in a pickle with her love life. She has a boyfriend named Buck, who started dating her when he was a senior and she was a junior. I thought he was a little old for her but she assured me he was a gentleman. When he graduated he joined the Navy and the separation has been difficult for her. She said they were so serious that Buck had told her as soon as she graduates, they’ll get married and she can live on whatever Navy base he is assigned to. She had heard stories and I knew she was worried about him straying. I kept reassuring her, telling her if it was real he’d wait, but she was not easily consoled.
“Daddy, I know how horny I get and there are some guys at school who are pretty hot. I know he’s going to have hot women around him. If he doesn’t have me, he might sleep with one of them.”
“So he’s ... um ... had you?” I asked, carefully. I knew that, in general, girls her age were usually already sexually active, but I had hoped my baby girl hadn’t done that, yet. Apparently, Buck had gotten his adolescent penis in her adolescent vagina.
“That’s private,” she said, looking away.
“It won’t be private if your belly swells up and everybody knows you’ve had enough sex to get pregnant.”
“I’m not pregnant, Daddy,” she said.
“You also haven’t asked me to put you on birth control,” I said. “I had hoped you were smart enough to do that.”
“I knew you’d freak out if you found out your darling little girl wasn’t as pure as the driven snow,” she said.
“Am I freaking out now?”
“Not yet,” she said.
“Look. That is milk you can’t un-spill because he spilled that milk inside you. I’m glad you didn’t get pregnant. We’ll have to do something to make sure that doesn’t happen until after you two are married.”
“Okay,” she said. “That sounds like a reasonable plan. Thank you for not freaking out.”
“I love you. You’ll always be my baby girl and I’ll always make believe you’re a virgin. Don’t worry about it. It’s a dad thing.”
So that conversation kind of brought us to a place where we could have adult conversations easily. I was glad about that. Her mother had died when Valerie was six and I had never been interested in trying to replace her. So I was a single dad and she was a girly girl who got raised by a man. I made mistakes along the way and she always pointed them out. Sometimes she had to do the research to find out what she should do. Such as how to insert a tampon. Not something she could go to Daddy about. I had helped her through her first few periods but she had used pads because she was so young.
Anyway, she wasn’t young anymore. She might be a minor, but she had a major body and the social skills to go with it. Her mother had been slim, with small breasts. I used to tease Beth about being a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. Size didn’t matter, as far as giving her pleasure by giving her nipple love, and she was able to feed Valerie just fine.
Valerie, on the other hand, must have gotten genetic material from some female ancestor who was an Amazon warrior. She was tall and was wearing 36 inch bras. I don’t know what cup size she gets, but it has to be C or larger. Her breasts also look big because her waist is small. Her hips give her a classic hourglass figure. She had been giving me erections for two years. When she got so serious with Buck I got even more of them as my imagination supplied visions in my head of them naked, mating. I didn’t want to believe they did that, but the visions came anyway.
It didn’t help that at home she ran around as if she lived completely alone. She never took clothes to the bathroom with her and after her shower she walked naked back to her room. In the evenings, if she wasn’t going out, she wore my old Metallica T shirt and panties. Not Metallica panties. Just bikini panties. She went through a phase where she wore flimsy pajamas that hid nothing at all, but she got cold wearing that and went back to my T shirt. I was glad. A father isn’t supposed to know that his daughter has shockingly pink nipples that appear to be erect all the time, or that instead of trimming for wearing her bikini, she just shaved everything off.
She never paid any attention to the slavering beast she was living with, because I kept it under control.
One evening we sat together over a meal and discussed the situation over a bottle of wine. “What I need,” she said, “is some way of keeping him thinking of me so that he will not be distracted by other girls. I know how horny he gets. What do you think about me sending him some sexy pictures? He could choose which one he likes the most and we could print it off and send it to him so he could carry it in his billfold. Then I’d always be right there next to him.”
I thought of the picture I still carried of Beth. I didn’t look at it very often because I got choked up. Her cancer had been awful and it got so bad we both wished her body could let go so her spirit could soar.
After she was gone I couldn’t go out and date women. I just couldn’t. What I did instead of staring at her picture, though, was watch videos that I masturbated to. I preferred amateur actors. The plot didn’t matter as long as the actors looked a little nervous and they weren’t polished. The sound track of amateur videos was better, because it was more realistic.
“You should send him a video of you,” I said. “He could put it on his laptop and when he misses you he could look at that.”
“What kind of video?” she asked.
“Make it a sexy one and he will never stray!” I said. “I have several videos of young girls, and I confess that they get me really excited. I ... um ... use them when I miss your mother.
She looked at me through thick lashes.
“I know. Your bed shakes and makes noises when you’re doing that.”
“Sorry,” I said.
“It’s okay. I kind of got in the habit of doing it at the same time. I pretended the noises you were making were being made by me and whatever boy I was in lust with at the time.”
“Pardon me,” I said, as my cock sprang to full hard. “I’m not used to having such adult conversations with my daughter.”
“I’m glad we can have them,” she said. “You’re a great dad.”
She got up and came around the table. Before I could do anything she pulled me up and gave me a bear hug. My boner poked her money-maker and she pushed back to look down.
“The video is supposed to get him going, not you.”
“Sorry. It’s a natural process that the male has absolutely no control over.”
“Yeah, if the male in question is a pervert,” she said.
“I’m not a pervert!” I objected. “You’re a beautiful young woman who is talking about acting sexy for a man. Any male in the vicinity would react to that.”
“I love you anyway, even if you are a pervert,” she said. “I’ve noticed when you were ... um ... excited in the past, but I didn’t say anything about it.”
She hugged me again and pressed against my boner. She didn’t rub, thank goodness, but she made it clear she wasn’t disgusted, either.
All that did was make me leak a little.
Valerie was sitting back in her chair, across the table from me. I was still hard, but the table covered me up. I could go beat off when we were finished talking.
“What sort of video should I do, and who could I get to film me?” she asked.
“Well, a woman is sexiest if she has something on that makes you wish it was gone. Like your bikini.”
“Or like those pajamas I used to wear that didn’t keep me warm?”
“Well, those actually show what’s under them. You can see through them.”
“Oh yeah,” she said. “I remember that, now. When I wore those you always kept the paper or a pillow on your lap.”
“I did,” I admitted.
“Now I know why,” she said. “You were a pervert back then, too.”
“Back then, as you call it, was only two years ago, after your boobs exploded and you looked like your mother when I first met her.”
“Did she wear slinky things for you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I wasn’t wearing that stuff for you. I wanted to look sexy and I felt sexy when I wore it, but I was always cold. Remember how I’d lie down on the couch and cover up with a blanket? I put my head on that pillow in your lap and we watched TV or a movie or whatever.”
“I remember that very well,” I said. “I was a little sad when you quit wearing it.”
“I wonder if any of that still fits me,” she said.
“I wouldn’t start with that,” I said. “Send him something tasteful but sexy, at first. See how he feels about that. He probably doesn’t get a lot of privacy, and if some other sailor sees it you don’t want him to get embarrassed.”
“I still don’t know who to ask to film me. When I started spending all my time with Buck my girlfriends kind of drifted off. I can’t think of anyone I’d trust to do something like that and keep quiet about it.”
“Well, for something tasteful and sexy, but not obscene, maybe I could do it for you,” I offered.
She sat, contemplating what I had said.
“Are you still hard in your pants?” she asked.
“Uh ... yeah. Why?”
“You got that way because of what we were talking about. Am I right?”
“I guess so.”
“So talking about me sending him something sexy got you excited. That tells me this is a good idea. He’s a guy and, like you said, guys react to stuff like that. I want him to react and think about me even when he’s not watching the video. And if I use my phone to take the video, I can just send it to him from there.”
“That sounds logical,” I said.
“Okay, so here’s what I’m thinking. If you’re behind the camera I’ll know if I’m being sexy because you’ll still be a pervert and get hard, right?”
“It’s bad enough that you found out five minutes ago that that happens,” I said. “I’m not proud of it. And now you want to try to make me that way?”
“I don’t mind when you do it. I didn’t mind when Buck did it, either. That’s why I knew I loved him. Before Buck, if some guy pushed his hardon against me I never went out with him again.”
“I’m glad you were that discerning,” I said.
“When you told me about the birds and bees I listened. You were so cute, trying to explain stuff we already studied in health class. I let you go on so I could hear how you were going to say things. I could tell you loved me and it made me feel warm inside. What they didn’t teach at school, and you did at home, was that I should be choosy. You tried to explain the concept of being in love. I didn’t get it then, but that was in my mind when I was on dates.”
“Wow,” I said. “When I fumbled through that I couldn’t remember what I had practiced. I felt like a kid who had just gotten caught shoplifting. I was kind of terrified.”
“That’s what made it honest,” she said. “Honest was what I wanted. I always have. I have always wanted you to tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.”
“That’s how people get convicted and sent to prison,” I joked.
“I might send you to your room, but I’d never send you to prison. I need you too much.”
“Don’t get too big for your britches,” I said. “I’m still your father and this is my kingdom.”
“Awwww, is the king feeling anxious because the princess is growing up?”
“Yes. Now, let’s talk about this video. I’ll take it if you want and I’ll be truthful about whether it’s sexy or not. If you don’t want to see evidence of that, then you’ll have to pick somebody else to shoot you.”
“Evidence, as you call it, will be the signal that I should send it to him,” she said.
“Okay, then,” I said. “Let’s make a movie.”
She decided to wear the dress she had worn when she went with him as his date for the senior prom. I remembered the dress, which was relatively conservative, but I’d always remember it after the video we made that night.
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