Daughter's First Video
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
She came back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, holding her phone. It was Saturday morning and she had on cargo shorts and a tank top. She was barefoot and when she crossed one of her legs over the other, it bounced in the air. I watched the foot rise and fall. Fuck! Even her feet were sexy!
“So, you heard him,” she said. “I need to send him something sexier.”
“And you want me to shoot it,” I said, needlessly. “That’s a bad idea,” I said.
“No it isn’t. It’s a wonderful idea.”
“Valerie, you know what will happen,” I groaned.
“I do,” she said, almost flippantly. “I already told you I don’t mind.”
“Maybe I mind,” I said.
The foot stopped bouncing.
She got up off the couch and came to the recliner. When she was younger – much younger – and I was sitting in the recliner, she would jump up on my lap and straddle my hips. Her knees would sink down between the sides of the arms and my body. In that position she would (usually) beg for something. Maybe she wanted new clothes, or to go to a particular movie. Whatever it was, she’d sit there with her puppy dog eyes and lean forward to shower kisses on my cheeks and tell me how much she loved me. I’m sure she had no clue that she was being vampish or coy. She was scheming, yes, but she wasn’t trying to use her feminine wiles to get what she wanted. Not consciously. At that age she didn’t even know she had feminine wiles. She was flat-chested and had no hips to speak of. I knew she was menstruating, but she neither looked nor acted like a woman.
When she did it now it was an entirely different thing. Back then her legs had been spread very wide, but almost nothing touched me except her legs and butt. Now, she didn’t have to spread her legs as much. She had boobs and they stared right at me through the thin material of the tank top. Up close like this I imagined I could see her areolas through the cloth, surrounding the nipples that pressed outward and distorted the otherwise smooth, round surface of her bust.
She wiggled, getting her knees as deep as possible.
That brought her vulval vestibule into contact with my phallus. She had thick cargo shorts on and I had Bermuda shorts on, but that didn’t seem to matter. I’m sure it was the same imagination that thought it could see pale, pink areolas through a brown shirt, that felt heat where her pussy touched my cock.
“I don’t know why this is happening,” she said. “I don’t know why I feel the way I do. Maybe it’s because I’m horny and I miss my boyfriend. I do know I don’t care what anybody else would say about it. It’s our business and it’s private. The first, third, fourth, fifth and ninth amendments to the constitution says we have the right to privacy. I know this because we studied it in our history class and I thought about making a sign and putting it on my bedroom door. What we did last night was private, except that I shared some of it with Buck. Now he wants more and after last night I stayed up late thinking about all this. I couldn’t get to sleep and it was because of that kiss that I liked so much. I masturbated for over an hour, Daddy, and I couldn’t tell if it was because I miss Buck, or because of how I was feeling about you.”
I just stared at her. Her pussy felt hot and her eyes looked impossibly green and deep.
“Did you masturbate, Daddy?” she asked.
“Uh...”
“I know you did, silly. I heard you. So I know you liked what happened, too, and that’s good, because you are too stubborn to go out with some nice women and have a girlfriend to take care of you. It’s like your Buck has been somewhere else for ten years.”
“I still miss her,” I said.
“I know you do. I want to, but I can only remember a few things about her and even those are getting dim and misty. Was she the kind of woman who made you promise to never look at another woman after she died?”
“No,” I said. “She made me promise the opposite.”
“And yet, here we are. You’re horny and I’m horny and my boyfriend wants to see something hot, and I only want you to film it. And yes, I know you’ll get excited, but actually, to be honest, I kind of like it when that happens.”
She had not moved her lower body since settling in. Now, however, she gave just the slightest of thrusts, that moved the gusset of her shorts against my cock. Naturally, my cock was already hard.
“How sexy are you going to get?” I asked. My voice felt dry and I cleared my throat.
“How would you feel if I used a toy?” she asked.
“Toy?”
“I have two,” she said, boldly. “Sheryl Johnston ordered one for me on her credit card and I paid her back. Buck gave me the other one before he left. He said to use it when I was missing him. He told me to name it Buck.”
“Toys,” I sighed.
“Do you want to see them?”
I shook my head.
“Can I use them in the video?”
“I guess so,” I whispered.
She leaned forward and, just before she kissed me, she whispered, “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”
Then she laid one on me that didn’t even carry a hint of a proper daddy/daughter kiss.
And she rubbed her pussy all over my stiff cock.
I don’t know why she chose to wait until late evening to do her second little video. Maybe she had to work up her courage to do what she did. Maybe she needed time to organize things. Like the mask she found in some box stacked up in the third bedroom, which we used for storage. It was a Halloween mask, part of some costume she’d worn when she was still young enough to beg for candy. It was black and covered the lower half of her face, leaving her eyes visible. It almost looked like a pandemic mask, except there was a sculptured, jutting jaw on it. The other half of her face had white makeup on it that made her unrecognizable, even to me. When I asked her about it, she said, “I’m not stupid, Daddy. There are thousands of videos and pictures on the internet of girls and women who didn’t fix it so nobody would be able to tell who they are. Those videos and pictures will be out there forever. Some day, some kid is going to see a naked woman with a dick in her and say, ‘Hey! That’s my grandma!’” This video may end up out there and if it does, I want to make sure nobody can tell who I am. Buck will know and you will know, but that’s all.”
She had a box with her and I was surprised to see her in a skirt and nice blouse. Again, the background was the fireplace. It was warm in the house but I turned on the gas flame for atmosphere. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my back, under my shirt, and wondered how the heat would affect her.
“Okay,” she said, surveying everything. “I think I’m ready.”
“How dirty are you going to get?” I asked. I felt resignation. She needed this and I should support her. They weren’t married, yet, but some day he’d be my son-in-law and would do who knows what with her in the privacy of their bedroom.
“I don’t know, yet,” she said. “That depends on you.”
“Me? What do I have to do with this?” I blinked. “Other than holding the camera,” I added.
“I know you’re going to get excited. I’m fine with that. I know I’ll also get very excited. If I play with my toys I can cum, but it’s not the kind of cum I want. So when we’re done, we’re both going to need somebody to help us. I’m here, alone, figuratively speaking. I don’t have my boyfriend to help me out. You’re in the same boat, except you won’t look for a girlfriend to help you out.”
“Okay,” I said. I didn’t know where this was going.
“Well, people in the same boat can help each other out,” she said.
We must have stood and stared at each other for a full minute. She refused to say more and obviously expected a response from me.
“You do realize what you just suggested,” I said.
“Of course I do,” she said. “I don’t want him to cheat on me and I can’t cheat on him with some boy, but you aren’t some strange boy. And, anyway, I’m not talking about us doing everything.”
“Okay, how much are you talking about?” I asked.
She looked me dead in the eye and said, “I miss having his penis in my mouth, for example.”
“Wow,” I said, stunned.
“Did Mom ever do that for you?”
I just nodded.
“Then I bet you miss it, too. And we’re family, so it wouldn’t be cheating.”
“It would be incest,” I said.
“Bullshit,” she snorted. “We’re not going to make a baby.”
“I don’t think the authorities restrict incest to only making babies,” I said.
“All we’re going to do is help each other relax,” she said. She came to me and gripped the loose fabric of my shirt with both hands. “I’ll go crazy if I can’t have something real, Daddy. I love you and I know you love me. All this would be is us loving each other in a slightly new way.”
“I don’t know,” I sighed.
She pulled my shirt and slid her hands around to my back. She kissed me, and while she did it she ground both her breasts and loins against me. She was almost eighteen. She was sexually active. In a little less than a year she would walk down the aisle to become a Navy wife. She was mature enough to make her own decisions.
And she said we wouldn’t do “everything.”
She pulled back and licked her lips.
“Okay,” I said.
She kissed me again and I had to push her back, lest she masturbate on my leg.
She wanted me naked. She said it was so she could look at my erection as motive, or encouragement or some such thing. I had a raging boner before I ever pushed the ‘record’ button.
She told him a story again, about how she came home from school every day (even though it was summer vacation) and was horny because he was there and she was here. She flipped up her skirt to show her panties.
“I get all wet down there, Buck, and you’re not here to lick me dry.”
She unbuttoned her blouse to show she wasn’t wearing a bra and basically did a striptease until she was topless.
“Daddy doesn’t usually see me like this,” she said. “He’s getting a little excited, just like you would if you were here.”
“Take off the skirt!” I blurted. “He’ll love it!”
“Did you hear that? He wants me to take my skirt off for you. But then I’ll only be in my panties! I remember the first time you saw me in only my panties. Do you remember that? You got so excited you came in your pants. You were so embarrassed, but I thought it was cute. And you got hard again really soon. But I can’t talk about that in front of Daddy, can I?”
She unclipped the skirt and let it drop, to make a puddle around her feet. She struck a pose.
“Is this what you want?” she asked. “Is this sexy enough for you? I’m going to tell Daddy he can stop and go do something about his erection. Do you have an erection right now, Buck? Are you going to take care of it? I’m going to go to my bedroom and use this.” She pulled a dildo out of the box. It was flesh colored and anatomically correct, but way too big to represent a real penis. “I’m going to pretend it’s you,” she said. “I love you. Night, night.”
“Cut!” she said. She stood there with the dildo in her hand. “Whew! That was crazy!”
“It was,” I grunted, handing her the camera.
“I need help,” she said, boldly. “Will you help me, Daddy?”
She turned and tossed the latex sex surrogate like a basketball and scored when it landed in the box. She turned back and invaded my personal space, until the tip of my penis touched her abdomen.
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