Daughter's First Video
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Because of Buck’s specialized training and experience, he went to the Coast Guard officer candidate school. I don’t know all the ranks and all that. I just know he was an officer and that he got paid well because of that. Over the next twenty years he was stationed in Maine, Texas, Oregon, and Alaska, and they had at least one child in each place. I did get to have each child stay with me for a week each summer, after they were ten years old. Josh, her first son, always seemed special, because it was possible I was his father. I didn’t approach it like that, of course, but we knew Buck fathered all the rest. Whereas I had dominated her womb while he was in the Navy, he dominated her womb as a Coastie.
And that was fine. That was as it should be. They were gloriously happy, when they weren’t bickering about something. I always knew when they had a fight because I’d get a call from a daughter who expected me to take her side and commiserate with her. I think I did that – took her side – maybe twice in twenty years. Usually I talked her down from being angry and sent her back to make up with him.
So ... did I ever get to make love to my daughter again?
Why, yes, I did. Buck’s parents wanted to spend time with their grandchildren, too, and Buck usually took them there while he was on leave. Valerie talked to them all the time so when she said she wanted to go home and spend a little time with her father they encouraged her to do that and said they’d take care of the kids.
For that week, each summer, I wallowed in sex, holding her softer and more mature body against mine as we kissed and had intercourse for hours. She was usually on birth control because she only went off when they planned to have another. When he was nearing retirement they had six children, ranging in age from thirteen to twenty-one. She was still in fabulous shape because the whole family hiked and camped and generally did healthy things. I did healthy things, too, so that I would be in good shape for that week in the summer. I wasn’t crazy about going to the gym or running miles and miles like Valerie did, so I enrolled in taekwondo classes and trained hard. When I was fifty my hair was going to gray at the temples but I weighed one-eighty and my blood pressure was better than my doctor’s.
I was a month away from turning sixty when Valerie called me and asked if she could come for the whole month of June the next summer, instead of just one week. I asked what the occasion was and she said she’d talk to me about it when she got there. I wasn’t about to tell her no and just hoped there wasn’t “trouble in River City,” as it were. She and Buck were such a good team I doubted it, but I didn’t know why else she’d spend that much time away from her family.
They were in Texas at that time and she chose to fly instead of drive, which would have been a fourteen hour trip, one way. I picked her up at the airport and the second I saw that high-riding ponytail things started happening in my groin.
“You look fabulous,” I said. She did, too. She was forty, but looked closer to thirty, in my opinion.
“You’re not too moldy looking,” she said, holding me at arm’s length. “Please tell me you have a girlfriend.”
That was her greeting every time she saw me. She knew I didn’t have a girlfriend. She just liked to needle me about how I was a waste of good man flesh if I didn’t let a woman come into my life. I usually reminded her that the last woman I’d fallen in love with had run off with a sailor and broken my heart.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, right away.
“Wrong? Why does something have to be wrong? Can’t I just come see my daddy because I want to?”
“If you were still nineteen, I’d say yes. But you’re not nineteen.”
“I know,” she moaned. “I have stretch marks!”
“Well, you sure can’t see them from here,” I said. “If there’s nothing wrong, what do you want to do while you’re here?”
“Luggage first and then a shower. I smell like airplane.”
I put her stuff in the back and drove her home. She commented on how this or that had changed. When we got the house she just stood, looking at it, when she got out.
“Not much has changed, here,” I said. “There have been a few coats of paint, but believe it or not your room still has a lot of your old stuff in it.”
“It always has,” she said. “It feels so familiar to come back here. It’s like a haven from a wild and dangerous world.”
“I’m glad you feel that way,” I said.
I put her luggage in the living room. Whenever she came she always slept with me, but I never took that for granted.
“Take a shower with me?” she vamped.
“Happily,” I said.
We examined each other as we took our clothes off. I was sixty, which used to be old a generation or two back. Nowadays people were expected to keep working ten more years. Valerie’s body looked comfortably familiar. Her breasts were a little bigger and they sagged some, but her waist was still narrow and her hips looked firm and hard.
“You’ve weathered pretty well,” she said. She was looking at my groin, where my penis was happy and interested, but not slavering to get at her. “I’m excited that I get to spend so much time with you this year.”
In the shower we embraced under the warm water and kissed for the first time. Her lips were just as passionate as ever. My hands slid over flesh that still felt young. Her hand drifted down to cup my cock and grip it.
“Get hard for me,” she said into my ear.
I didn’t get instant boners anymore, but my penis acceded to her command at least smartly.
“I love your cock,” she said. “I always have.”
“Well, not always,” I said.
“I can’t remember a time I didn’t love your cock,” she said. “Wash me and dry me. Then make love to me.”
“Aren’t we all bossy,” I teased. “Is that because you have six kids to boss around?”
“It’s seven,” she said. “Sometimes Buck is the most irresponsible of them.”
“How’s he doing, by the way?”
“The same as when you asked me how he was doing two weeks ago,” she said.
She ran soapy hands over both of us and then turned me around to wash me off. She turned the water off and opened the glass door.
“It’s just as chilly as it always was,” she complained. “It’s making my nipples tingle.”
“Maybe I can make them feel something else,” I said.
“Alas, I’m not lactating,” she said. “You used to just love it when I still had milk.”
“It was delicious, not to mention that the vessel it was stored in was beautiful.”
“I’m chilly,” she said. “Warm me up.”
I took her to bed and covered us up as she snuggled up to me.
“I miss you,” she said.
“You’re too busy to miss me very often,” I said.
“I miss you every time Buck molests me,” she said.
“Hah! If anybody is getting molested it’s probably Buck,” I said.
“Would you believe me if I told you you’re in better shape than he is?”
“No.”
“He’s got a little pot belly, now. I think it’s cute but it bothers him. He’s too busy to get enough exercise to work it off.”
“Isn’t he going to retire soon?” I asked. “When he does that he’ll have as much time as he wants.”
“He’s getting out of the Coast Guard, but he won’t quit working,” she said. “There are companies that will pay him obscene amounts of money for what he can do.”
I asked about each of the kids. Josh, the oldest, was in college, now. Lexie, the youngest, was thirteen and into ballet and dancing in general.
She kissed me and it was a gentle welding of the lips that carried an undercurrent of the same passion we had always shared.
“Do you want to bang me?” she asked, when her lips pulled away from mine.
“Desperately,” I said
Her hand found me and she squeezed.
“You’re very hard,” she commented.
“The better to ravish you with,” I growled.
“Hold that thought,” she said. She rolled away from me and went, naked, out of the room. She came back with her phone in hand. She sat down on the bed and tapped things. She had it on speaker and it rang twice before I heard Buck’s voice.
“Hey, Gorgeous,” he said. “Did your flight land?”
“It did,” she said.
“How’s Bob?”
“He’s very hard right now, Honey. Very hard.”
“Really?”
“I told you so,” she said.
“I should have listened to you,” he said. “You’re naked, aren’t you.” It was a statement, rather than a question.
“I am,” she said. “A deal is a deal.”
“A deal is a deal,” he said, soberly.
“I’ll let you know how it goes,” she said.
“Don’t kill him!” came Buck’s voice, just before the line went dead.
“Yes, please,” I said. “By all means, don’t kill me.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t even dream of that,” she said. “Are you still hard?”
“Are you still sitting there naked, looking gorgeous?” I quipped. “Your husband knew and he couldn’t even see you.”
We flowed together, lovers again. It all seemed normal in one sense. We knew each other and what buttons to push. We could make it last a long time if we wanted to. She groaned through two orgasms before she stroked my back and said, “Cum in me, Daddy. I want your sperms in me.”
“I’ll give you all I’ve got,” I panted. “They probably aren’t as lusty as they used to be.”
“They’d better be,” she said, pulling on my butt. “If I’m not ovulating, I will be tomorrow or the next day.”
“Ohhh, Baby,” I groaned. She knew that was a hot button with me.
“Shoot in me, Daddy,” she cooed. “I’m not on birth control. Buck said I can have one more and that you can give it to me if you can still get it up.”
We were resting before she told me about the conversation they had had when she lamented that she’d never been able to have one of my babies. They had assumed Josh was his all his life, and when you take something as true for that long, it becomes true in your mind.
He had told her about our man-to-man talk, so long ago, when he had prophesied that when I was sixty, she’d still be trying to make my hard cock soft, assuming I could even still get it up at that age.
“I remember that!” I said.
“I told him you could still get me pregnant and he said if I could get you hard I could let you cum in me while I’m fertile.” She kissed me. “I never doubted you, but I had to act like I was worried. He might not have made that deal if he was as sure of you as I was.”
“Let’s back up a second,” I said. “You’re forty. You don’t want to go back there again, with all the diapers and no sleep and all that.”
“I believe I’ll decide what I do and do not want to do,” she said. “I’m healthy and my doctor says she thinks it would be perfectly safe for me to have one more within a year or two.”
“You’re serious!” I croaked.
“I’ve always wanted you to get me preggers, Daddy,” she said. “When Buck said he didn’t mind I decided that, some day, I’d get your sperms in me when I was fertile. Now is my chance. That’s why I’m staying for a month. Actually, I can stay longer. We’re going to keep me soaked with your sperm for the next five days. Then, about twelve days after that, we hope I don’t have a period. If I do, Buck says I can stay long enough to be ripe one more time. You need to breed me now, Daddy, because I’m running out of time.”
I could still get it up. That was no problem. I had been masturbating regularly ever since my lover went off with her husband. I couldn’t get it up quite as often, though. Valerie took all this very seriously, and once I got used to the idea that she was serious, I tried to help.
“I might be able to go again,” I would say.
She would suck it and, if it got hard, go about making it soft and getting more of my sperm in her.
That was the one variable in all this. I was as healthy as a horse but that didn’t mean my sperm count and motility was still viable. My lifestyle had (inadvertently) avoided all the things that typically killed a man’s sperm. I had never smoked. I had a good diet and got plenty of exercise. The only medication I was taking was a low dose pain killer for some arthritis in one shoulder. I didn’t drink more than a few shots a year. I got plenty of sleep and my mental health was excellent.
So there was hope, though not like it might have been back when she was twenty and I was banging her like a drum every day.
Our lovemaking was less “rough” and more tender. We stroked and moved until orgasms just oozed through us.
We didn’t spend the entire time in bed, of course. I took her golfing at the city course, where I had been playing for the last ten or so years. She had never played and I rented her some clubs. It was both comical and impressive as she tried to grasp the context of it all. Her end score for eighteen holes was over 150, if you were strict about the rules, but we had fun just being out there together. It was a Tuesday morning, so there was no traffic, to speak of, and it didn’t matter that it took us until four P.M. to finish up.
When we got back home she said, “I like golf, as long as I can play with your balls.”
“And my club,” I said. “Let’s not forget my club.”
“You mean your putter? That’s the little short one, right?” She grinned.
As I slid into her scorching depths, later, I called “Fore!” softly. She laughed.
Laughter makes for really good sex.
It was bittersweet, because fifteen days after she got there she still had not started a period. That was fantastic news from the perspective of why she was there, but it also meant she didn’t need to stay because her goal had been reached. She said she wanted to stay, but I told her that her family needed her.
At the airport we embraced and she sniffled.
“I’m going to finally have your baby,” she moaned.
“I hope so,” I said.
“I do, too,” she moaned. “What shall we name her?”
“I think we can wait to pick a name,” I said. “And how do you know it will be a girl?”
“Because Lexie deserves to have a sister. She’s been hounded and bullied her whole life by her older brothers. She’s thirteen and she needs to have a baby around to learn how to interact with one. She’ll be more interested in doing that if the baby is her sister, instead of another boy.”
I gathered, based on what Buck told me, that when their mother announced she was pregnant, three of the kids groaned and said, “Again?!” The eldest still at home was named Rick and he said, “Mom, we learned in school why this happens. I can explain it to you if you want.”
Things settled down, though, and her growing baby bump became a source of fascination. It had been thirteen years since she’d been pregnant and most of the boys couldn’t remember what that had been like. They did remember the squalling little girl they had all been required to endure, and that was the major complaint they anticipated.
Lexie was excited about having a baby in the house. She had wanted to earn some money babysitting but Valerie said she was too young, yet. After she got a little experience with the new baby, though, Valerie said she’d entertain the idea of letting Valerie take some jobs.
And then the ultrasound revealed two little bundles in Valerie’s belly.
“Twins?” I knew my voice was an octave higher than usual. I felt light-headed.
“Yes, Daddy!” she yelled. “You’re making me have twins!”
I started to remind her this was all her idea, but I was smarter than that.
“I’m sorry, Baby,” I moaned.
“No you’re not!” she snapped. “You’ve wanted to get me pregnant for years and now you’ve overdone it!”
“What does Buck think?” I asked.
“He laughed at me Daddeeeee.” Her whine ended in a sob and the next thing I heard was her saying, “You get away from me! You were mean to me! Go save a drowning sailor or something!” she came back on the line. “What am I going to do, Daddy? I can’t have twins!”
I started to say, “Sure you can,” but I thought better of it.
“What does your doctor say?”
“Oh she’s all smiles and giggles about it,” groaned Valerie. “She says I’m healthy and she’s not worried about me.”
“Well, then, I’m not worried about you, either,” I said.
“Buck says you have super sperm,” she said.
“I’ll bet you a hundred dollars he’s bragging about this at work,” I said.
“I may never let him touch me again,” she grunted.
“Now, Honey,” I said.
“I may never let you touch me again, either!” she snapped. “Twins! Why me?”
I heard a lighter voice that I recognized as Lexie’s voice, and then Valerie said, “I meant I might not hug him again because he thinks this is funny, too,” she said. “Now, go do your homework, or paint your room or something and quit listening to adults talking.”
“Lexie is pretty sharp,” I said into the phone. “You’d better come up with something better than that.”
“Goodbye!” she snarled. “I used to love you, but I don’t anymore!”
I later found out Lexie had not gone away, as instructed. She was in teenage solidarity with her mother, the only other female in the house. When she heard her mother say she didn’t love me anymore it worried her and she got scared. She ended up running back into the kitchen, where Valerie had been standing when she called me. They cried together and Valerie said everything was fine and that men just needed to be put in their place every once in a while. Lexie said she understood that perfectly and the emergency was over.
Lexie was solicitous toward her mother as Valerie got bigger, and bigger ... and bigger. Valerie’s ankles swelled and it became apparent this was going to be hard on her. Her doctor was still smiling and giving the thumbs up, but she had Valerie come in weekly, and a month before her due date, she put the patient on bed rest.
Oddly, rather than making Valerie more disgruntled with me, it helped, because now she had all the time in the world to call me and while away an hour or two chatting on the phone every day. And, since it was summertime, I got to talk to Lexie a lot more often, too, since she would chime in while the phone was on speaker, or pick it up to say something to me if it wasn’t.