Daughter's First Video
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
When we woke up we didn’t speak. We kissed and then got up to pee and brush teeth. Then, still without speaking, we went back to bed and I fucked my daughter again. No. Fucking is the wrong word. We made love. It was like we’d been doing this for years. Of course I knew all the tricks to keep smashing her with orgasms and I really wasn’t in a hurry to cum because I wanted to keep hearing her sob with joy.
I also didn’t ask if I could cum in her. When it was time I just sagged my back, which drove my prick deep into her, and then relaxed the muscles that were keeping me from shooting.
“You cum so much!” she moaned.
“Average,” I panted.
“And you’re bigger than Buck, too.”
“It’s not a contest,” I breathed.
“It is when you think about the fact that I contemplated having Buck’s baby in about five years. I want to have your baby now; right now, with no waiting.”
“That’s just your emotions talking,” I said. “This is why we put young women on birth control, because if we don’t, Mother Nature happily fills their wombs with life.”
“I love Mother Nature,” said Valerie. “I want her to be happy.”
“I love you,” I said, getting off of her. “Mother Nature is fine, except she keeps whispering in my ear to keep you pregnant for the next twenty years of your life.”
“Not twenty,” she said, lifting her head to peer at her pussy lips. “Maybe ten, but not twenty. Am I leaking?”
“You’re gushing. I’ll get a towel.”
That day was oddly normal. My daughter and I had enjoyed sex twice and I had bred her each time. I knew it was going to happen again but I was still too much in shock to move forward on that, now. Thank goodness Valerie was pragmatic and in less shock. She went to the pharmacy and got a plan B pill. She called our doctor and when she told them what she wanted, they said she could come in that day, because everything would be done by the nurses.
“Everything” involved a pregnancy test, which was really too early to catch it if she was pregnant, but she was close enough to her next expected period that she wasn’t really worried about it. She let the protocol move forward and, once the test was determined to be negative, I had to sign a permission slip and the nurses implanted an IUD in her.
Just like that, I could fill her pussy with a quart of semen a day and it wouldn’t ruin her life.
Then she took a nap and, after supper, said, “I guess we should make him the last video.”
“Okay,” I said.
She went to her room and came back, carrying the same box and wearing a robe.
Then she called Buck. She put it on face time and I could hear everything, but I stayed out of sight.
They were all googly at first, as always.
“Did you shoot another video?” he asked.
“I’m going to, tonight, but I want to talk to you about it, first.”
“Okay.”
“I need to ask you how much you want in it.”
“Everything,” he came back, with an excited still adolescent voice.
“Everything means a man will touch me,” she said. “He’ll touch me and I’ll talk about how I wished he was you.”
“A man? Who?”
He didn’t sound angry. He sounded curious.
“Only one other man has seen all this,” she said.
“You mean your dad? Fuck that. He can touch you all night long. I’m not worried about him. I wish I could hug him, too, and I can’t wait to be his son-in-law. Yeah, Val. I think it will be hot to see what his hands look like on your body.”
“Okay. I’m going to hang up now and make you a movie.”
“Thank you, Baby. This is so good for me. I don’t go out with the guys and because I have this from you and it’s not boring to stay in the barracks. And the rumor mill says that we’re going to get orders for our ship to set sail and we’ll be gone for six months. We’ll be back for Christmas and I can come see you. Can I stay at your house?”
“Your mother will kill me if she finds out,” said Valerie.
“She’ll live. She says she’s been kicking up her heels since I left and is dating a lot. I’ll go see her and spend some time with her, but I will want to sleep at your house.”
“In my bed, I suppose,” she sighed.
“If your dad will let us, fuck yeah!” he said.
She turned the phone toward me.
“Can Buck come visit us for Christmas, Daddy?”
“Yes, he can,” I said.
“Should we clean out the storage room for him, or could he just stay in my room?” she asked, with the phone still pointed at me.
“Whatever you two decide,” I said.
She turned the phone back toward herself and opened her robe. She showed him her naked breasts and said, “I have a surprise for you.”
“Ohhh, Babe, I’m not sure I can take any more surprises.”
She panned the camera down.
“You shaved!” he gasped.
“Just for you,” she purred.
“Make me a movie!” he groaned.
“Okay, Baby. It will be just like when you’re here at Christmas.”
She had done other things besides shaving her pussy, which she didn’t tell me she was going to do. She had gotten me a mask and she had blown a lot of money buying a strap-on penis at the adult entertainment store in town, which didn’t card her.
“A strap-on?” I said.
“I don’t think he could tolerate seeing your actual penis going in my actual vagina. This will make it easier to pretend it’s him.”
“I get that,” I said. “It’s just going to look odd. It will look like I have two cocks, one of which is much smaller than the other one.”
“I’ll talk about that. I’ll complain that nobody’s cock is like his and all the others are just cheap imitations. I use them because I have to, but I’d much rather it be him fucking me.”
“Okay,” I said, shrugging.
“Now, get naked and let’s make a movie,” she said.
She did a very straightforward video like thousands of girls probably do and send to their deployed boyfriends and husbands. She got naked and she twiddled her nipples and stroked her slit, all the while telling him how when he got to our house for Christmas, he could touch her the same way.
Then she said, “It would almost look like this, Baby.”
The phone was already on a little tripod and we had worked out where we could go and be best seen. I also knew how to keep my head mostly out of view. The mask, which was one of those translucent Nixon faces that are amazingly realistic looking, would protect my identity. We weren’t worried about being busted. She was a whole year past the age of consent in our state.
I stepped up behind her and reached around to cup her breasts.
“You’d hold my boobs like this,” she said, leaning her head back on my shoulder. “It will feel so good.”
I twiddled her nipples, which were already hard.
“You’ll make my nipples crazy, like this,” she said.
I slowly moved one hand down the middle of her upper torso until my fingers were on her newly-shaved mons.
“You’ll touch me like this,” she purred.
I moved my hand until my middle fingertip split her labia and found her clit.
“Oh, he’s rubbing my ... I mean you’ll be rubbing my clitty, Baby. And it will feel so good I’ll have to cum.”
I let go of her and she paused the movie to get a close-up of her body between her belly button and her thighs. Her legs were spread and after I pressed resume I hurried to get behind her and reach the same way. As she said, “You’ll do this,” I slid my middle finger down and curled it to go in. Her hips lifted and she groaned.
“Ohhh, Baby,” she whined. “I’m going to love it so much when you touch me. I’ll cum over and over again. You will make me so happy.”
I fingerfucked her until she had a real orgasm. Along the way we gave him a tutorial on how to bring her off this way. Then we filmed some kisses, up close and personal. We had to dim the lights, which made it more of a silhouette kind of thing, so that I couldn’t be identified without my mask on. We kissed, swapping tongues while she talked about how much they would make out, and how comfortable it would be, because they could do all this on her bed.
Next she set it up to film me going down on her. She said she could blur my face out when she edited the film. When I asked why I wore the mask at all, she said it was tedious to blur a bunch of stuff and she might miss one. If the mask was only off for specific things, then the editing would be easier.
“Besides, I don’t know, yet, how much of this I’ll send him. After we’re done I’ll call him and ask him what he wants to see and what he doesn’t.”
“He’ll want to see everything,” I said. “He’s a man.”
“Good. I want him to see everything.”
“You want him to see a man cuckolding him?”
“Not cuckolding,” she said. “We’re not married yet. But our vows might be vague enough that he can see the real thing at Christmas.”
“He’ll want to do the real thing, not watch another man do it,” I said. “Especially not me.”
“Then why didn’t he yell at me and demand that you never touch me?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think it’s because by doing this we found out my boyfriend is a little kinky. And I’m glad he’s kinky like I think he is, because if he is that kinky, he will want to watch before he takes over.”
“Fuck. My cock is like an iron bar,” I groaned.
“You’re kinky, too, aren’t you, Daddy?” she asked. “You want to watch his big old boner slide into me, don’t you? Like he wants to watch your big old boner slide into me.”
“I can’t see that happening,” I said. “I mean it would be great, but guys his age just don’t think like that.”
“Well, this video is supposed to get more information about what he does and does not like to see.”
To that stated end, she did a whole section where she fucked herself with her toys, including one where she got an orgasm from her vibrator. That orgasm was fake, but only because we had a limited amount of time and she liked taking a long time with her vibrator.
She said she wished it was his penis going in and out of her instead of a lifeless hunk of rubber.
“I need your cock, Baby,” she moaned. “I need a real cock!”
Then we paused and she held the camera in close up as she said, “Like this, Baby,” and I slid my prick into her belly.
“I need you to do this to me, Baby,” she panted.
We repositioned the camera and didn’t get artsy. We turned down the lights and I mounted her missionary style. I held my body stiff so the camera could catch my prick going in and out, in and out.
“I’m going to cum,” I said, out loud. It was the only noise I had made during the whole thing.
“Yes, cum inside me,” she whined. “Make a baby in me, Buck.”
So I grunted and groaned and said I was shooting. I got off of her and took the camera and shot my spunk oozing out of her pussy.
There was only one more thing she wanted to film and that was her giving me head until I erupted into her mouth. She showed the camera my spunk in her open mouth and then swallowed.
She wanted to try to get some kind of money shot, but she wanted to talk to Buck, first. She had forty minutes of “tape” and could edit things however she wanted them to be. I tried to imagine listening to her asking him whether or not he wanted to see her daddy actually fucking her and cumming in her and trying to get her pregnant (he didn’t know about the IUD, yet). Yes, that would be an interesting conversation, but I didn’t need to hear it. I wanted to hear it, but if her kinky boyfriend said it was okay for me to try to make her a mommy I was pretty sure she’d put it on face time and let him watch me do exactly that.
This little video idea was getting out of proportion to the original intent.
She put her robe back on, but didn’t fasten it, and called him. When I got up to leave she waved at me and pointed at my chair. I didn’t have to ask her what she meant. I sat, and listened.
He said he was sitting at a table, marking down when sailors left and returned to the squadron area. He said it was called Charge of Quarters duty and it meant he couldn’t leave the area. He said he had to be there for the next four hours and it was dead, because everybody who was going to go out on the town was already gone and wouldn’t come back until hours later.
“I might have to stop watching to sign somebody in or out,” he said, “but I’ll have plenty of time to watch it.”
“Will you be able to beat off while you watch?” asked Valerie.
“No. I’ll do that after my shift.”
“Okay. Now, I have to ask you some questions. You said to do everything. Your definition of that might be different than what I did here and I need to make sure I cut out anything that would bother you.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Remember the man you saw, earlier?”
“Yeah.”
“He acted out some stuff as if it was you doing it. We both got a little excited.”
“I want to see it all!” he gasped. “Shit, I’m getting a boner just thinking about it.”
“I did everything, Baby,” she whined. “I lost control because I needed to feel you doing things so I let him do things and pretended it was you doing them.”
“I still want to see it all,” he said. “I love you and I know you love me. It’s okay for you to love this other man, too. A lot of Navy wives have a Jody who keeps them satisfied while her husband is at sea. Well, maybe not a lot, but it happens often enough people talk about it.”
“You’re sure you want to see it? Some of it is pretty graphic.”
“Fuuuuck, yeah I want to see it.”
So, she did a little editing. Like she put her going down on “him” in front of “him” going down on her. But all the fuck scenes and cum oozing out of her swollen pussy lips stayed in.
She paced after she sent it. A half hour later he called. She put it on speaker.
“Baby?” he said.
“Am I in trouble?” she whined.
“Talk to your dad. I have to marry you during my Christmas leave. I have to make you my wife as soon as humanly possible!”
“So you liked the movie?”
“I loved the movie. I got somebody to cover for me while I went to the latrine. I had to jerk off watching it. I just had to. I can’t wait until it’s my jizz coming out of you, like that.”
Fall came. She continued talking to him most nights but she didn’t make any more movies. What he had was enough to keep him as happy as he could be. That said, more than once I was on my back and she was riding me, impaled, as she talked to him. She liked to milk me off when she did that and I always filled her with surrogate sperm. Twice she told him what she was doing and he wanted her to do a facetime selfie for him. There was no cell service at sea, so she couldn’t talk to him when they shipped out. She got letters from him and she wrote back.
And then his leave finally got there and we went to the airport to pick him up. She slammed into him – crying, of course – and they kissed a long time. He grinned at me and shook my hand.
Then we went home and Valerie told him how she had planned out how they would get married while he was on leave.
“If you still want to marry me,” she said, softly.
“I still want to marry you,” he said, his voice serious. “I want to be able to come home to you. I want to know that even when I’m at sea, you are taken care of well enough that you can survive that separation.”
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