Can Daddy Tuck Me in?
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Amanda liked it when Daddy tucked her in, but he didn't do it every night. So she asked her mom if he could tuck her in that night. After asking some questions about what "tucking in" meant, Mom advised her daughter that letting Daddy tuck her in could become very serious business that could have life-changing consequences. So, Amanda decided she should pursue a degree in business... at least the business of being tucked in.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy
“Mom? Can Daddy tuck me in tonight?” asked Amanda.
“You’ve been asking him to do that a lot, Honey,” her mother said. “Are you being smart about this?”
Amanda, who was a month away from her nineteenth birthday, blinked her eyes several times.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I’ve seen some of the things you two do while he’s tucking you in,” said Molly. “I know how it felt to me when he did some of those things while we were dating. I wasn’t so smart about it, back then. That’s why you came along.”
“Are you sorry you had me?” asked Mandy, with worry in her voice.
Molly got up and hugged her daughter.
“I’ll never be sorry I had you,” she said. “I’m glad your daddy was a horny young stud when we were dating. I just want you to understand what this can lead to.”
“I didn’t know anything was leading anywhere,” said Amanda.
“Oh, come on,” snorted her mother. “How long have you been sitting on his lap while we watch TV before bedtime?”
“Since forever,” said Mandy. “So what?”
“And when was the first time he started putting his hands on your boobs?”
“I don’t know. I guess last year?”
“And when was the first time you felt him get hard underneath you?”
“It was about the same time, I guess,” said the girl.
“Did you ever talk to him about that?”
“Sure. He said he was sorry and I didn’t know what for, so he told me and he said most daddies don’t get that way with their daughters. He promised to stop.”
“And what did you say?”
“I got upset. I didn’t want him to stop. It made me feel ... I don’t know ... safe ... special? I mean I knew what it means when a guy gets hard but I couldn’t imagine us doing that. What I did think about was you and him doing it until you got pregnant with me. That’s why I think it makes me feel special. If he still gets hard for you and you guys ... you know ... I think that would be fantastic. I’ve wondered about that a lot, but I was too chicken to ask.”
“You mean you wanted to ask if we still make love?” asked Molly. “Well, we do. In fact we do it almost every other night. In fact, whenever he tucks you in he gets very hard and I get to play with it. I have a lot of fun with Daddy’s cock because you get him going.”
“So ... it’s okay that he tucks me in?”
“Let me ask you some more questions before I answer that,” said Molly.
“Okay.”
“So, the first time he got hard under you was last year. And the first time he put his hands on your breasts was then, too.”
The girl nodded.
“How did it make you feel when he did that?”
“Well, before that he put his hands right here.” Mandy put her hands over the area that makes a baby bump in some cases. “I really liked that, because he rubbed me real gentle there and it felt good.”
“Just so you know,” said Molly, “I was watching when he did things. I mean I saw things happening.”
“You did?”
“Honey, your father and I share everything. I’ll tell you a story but you have to promise to tell nobody else unless I say it’s okay. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“My wedding day was almost perfect. It was a dream come true. Everything went perfectly until after the reception and I found out your father had drunk too much. He couldn’t even stand up, much less walk. That wasn’t so terrible because our flight to Tahiti didn’t leave until the next day. But I knew there was no way he was going to be able to give me the amount of sex I wanted that night. I had even gotten him a special, natural substance to help him stay stiff all night long.”
“Wow,” sighed Mandy. “I never thought we’d talk about stuff like this.”
“I’m talking to you like this because of where you could end up if you keep letting your father tuck you in,” said Molly.
“I don’t understand.”
“You will in a little bit,” said Molly. “At least I hope you will. Anyway, your Uncle Danny was there and he helped me get Daddy up to the room. I was a little bit angry and I told your Uncle Danny about it and he offered to take his brother’s place that night.”
“Take his place?”
“He offered to give me the sex your father was too drunk to give me.”
“Uncle Danny offered to have sex with you?”
“He did. And you don’t know this, but when your father and I started dating, Danny teased me and flirted with me a lot. Sometimes he’d touch me, like slapping me on the ass when I was wearing a bikini, or running his finger down my spine. I knew he wanted to date me, too, but he didn’t do that because of Bob. So when he offered to take Bob’s place on my wedding night I thought about how he was Bob’s Best Man and how your father never yelled at Danny when he touched me or hugged me too long and stuff like that. I remembered that when Danny wanted to kiss the bride and his kiss lasted at least thirty seconds, when it was over my groom was just grinning at the two of us. I got red in the face, but neither of them did.”
Molly looked around, as if to make sure nobody else could hear.
“So I let him.”
“You had sex with Uncle Danny on your wedding night?” gasped Amanda.
“Not only that, I gave him the herb, and it worked, because he stayed hard all night long.”
“All night?” moaned Mandy.
“Mm, hmm,” said Molly. “In fact, I was riding him cowgirl style when your father woke up.”
“Did he see you?”
“Ohhh, yess, he saw us. He sat up and jerked off until Uncle Danny came in me. I was telling him how it was all his fault that he got so drunk he couldn’t perform as my husband. After Danny came in me Bob finally got mad. He accused his brother of getting him drunk on purpose so he could make a move on me.”
“What happened then?”
“Danny said it was Bob’s arm that had gotten him drunk. All he had to do was say no and he’d have been stone-cold sober when it was time to go upstairs.”
“Did they fight?”
“No. Your daddy made me get off of Danny and he pushed me on my back and he put his erection in me and lectured me.”
“Lectured?”
“He said I was never to have sex with any other man unless he approved it. He said I must never let another man cum in me unprotected unless he approved it, first. He said it was my job to give him as much sex as he wanted and he promised to give me as much as I wanted. He said he was sorry and just as he started cumming in me, he started crying.”
“Wow!” gasped Amanda. “What happened then?”
“We had eight hours until we had to be at the airport. All three of us spent six of those eight hours sucking and fucking. Danny was the last one to cum in me before I got dressed. That was in the shower, standing up.”
“I can’t believe you’re telling me all this,” groaned the almost nineteen-year-old teen. “This is crazy!”
“It’s not crazy,” said Molly. “It’s how life is in this family and you’re getting old enough you need to know that. I’ve been watching and both your father and Uncle Danny ask you to sit on their laps. They both kiss you on the mouth. Now, when your father tucks you in his hands go under your nightgown. Amanda, Honey, both of those men want to have sex with you. That’s just how they’re wired.”
“Neither one has said anything like that,” said Amanda.
“And they probably won’t. They’ll just try things, like your father has been trying things, to see if they can get away with it.”
“What if they do something I don’t want them to get away with?”
“Then just say no,” said Molly. “If you tell either one of them to stop, he will. They both love you and neither one wants to hurt you or scare you.”
“Is it okay to ... um... let them get away with stuff?”
“That is why we’re having this little talk,” said Molly. “We know what the men want and we know they’ll keep wanting it. My wedding night wasn’t the only time I let Danny in my bed. But I only did it on my terms. They had to obey my wishes.” She blinked several times. “My point is, we know what they want. Now the hard part is to figure out what you want, and don’t want. Up until now I was just watching, to see how things were going. I wanted to be ready to step in if you got upset about how your father has been treating you.”
“I haven’t ever been upset or worried about anything like that. I even like it when Uncle Danny hugs me and slaps my butt, like he does to you whenever he comes over.”
“I’m glad,” said Molly. “I was worried about having this talk with you but I think you understand the way things work better than I expected.”
“I’m glad, too,” said Amanda. “I never thought anything weird was going on until now. I mean I never thought Daddy was trying to have sex with me. I just thought he was glad he could make me feel good.”
“What he’s doing is what a lot of people would call grooming,” said Molly. “People outside of this family think of that as being a bad thing. But in this particular family it’s okay, as long as you know you’re being groomed. It’s private, and nobody else’s business, as long as nobody feels unhappy about anything. In other words, you need to make up your own mind about all this. You choose what you want and if that’s also what Daddy wants then okay. But if it makes you feel icky, then you just say that and Daddy will stop doing whatever it is that was going on. Uncle Danny will too. Both of them only do what I want them to and both will only do what you want them to, as well.”
“So ... eventually you think one of them will ask if he can have sex with me?”
“It may not be that cut and dried,” said Molly. “I said they’d try things and see if they would get away with it. That means he’ll try to get you so excited and turned on that when he tries to push his penis into your vagina you won’t tell him no or to stop. If he can get away with that he’ll try to keep fucking you. That’s when I’ll need to get you on birth control pills. You can also ask them to wear a condom, but I already know neither will.”
“When do you think any of this might happen?” asked the girl.
“When your father is tucking you in and puts his hand inside your nightgown, what does he touch?” asked Molly.
“My boobs, mostly. Sometimes he rubs my tummy.”
“Has he ever tried to put his hand on your mound?”
“My mound? I have a mound?”
“Where your pubic hair grows.”
“Oh! No. He’s never put his hand there.”
“Well, he will some day, probably very soon. Have you French kissed?”
“Is that where you touch tongues?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah. He kisses me like that all the time. Sometimes we do that for five minutes. I like it a lot, especially when he rubs my boobs and plays with my nipples.”
“Very soon, then, he’ll try to pet your pussy and rub just below your mound.”
“I know what you mean,” said Mandy. “When he kisses me and touches me like that, it makes me want to rub down there. I never did it because I thought doing that was nasty. That’s what Grandma told me last year when she saw me rubbing while I was reading one of your romance novels last year. She yelled at me and threw the book in the trash. I get the idea now, though, since we’ve been talking, that you don’t think it’s nasty. Is that right?”
“You’re correct,” said Molly. “My mother and I view that practice very differently. Masturbation is both normal and valuable. Say, for example, he whispers in your ear while you’re sitting on his lap, and he says he wishes he could fuck you. Don’t think that can’t happen. Danny has said that to me lots of times. If it’s the wrong time, you can look over your shoulder and say ‘later maybe,’ but you can masturbate while you stay there. It’s even more fun when he helps you masturbate.”
“Is that why when you sit by Uncle Danny and we’re watching a movie and you cover both of you up with a blanket? Are you masturbating?”
“Something like that,” said Molly. “My point is that he’ll want to masturbate you until you cum. Then he’ll probably show you his penis and ask you to masturbate him.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” said Mandy.
“Trust me. He’ll teach you.”
“And you think he’ll start doing all this stuff soon?”
“If you keep asking him to tuck you in, he will. If you tell him you want him to tuck you in, he probably sees that as evidence that you are comfortable with what he’s been doing, and are possibly ready for the next step.”
“I never thought of it that way. I just love what he does when he tucks me in. I guess I never thought of what else might happen.”
“Well, I know young women like you have to make these kinds of decisions all the time. I also know that most of them are not prepared for what men will want to do. I just want you to have the knowledge and tools to make sure that you make decisions you won’t be sorry for, later.”
“What tools do I have?”
“You have your body, which can be dressed in a way that says ‘Not in the mood’ or you can wear things that tease men. You have your hand and mouth, which are valuable and potent.”
“My mouth and hand?”
Molly put her hand in front of her mouth, as if she was holding something long. She put her hand against her lips and began moving it back and forth, while she used her tongue to make her cheek move and stand out. Mandy stared and, just as Molly stopped, put her own hands over her eyes.
“Mom!” she groaned. “Now that is really nasty!”
“You may change your mind,” said Molly. “If you’re with a man who you really like, and he wants to have sex and you don’t, you can deflect him by using your hand or mouth to get him to ejaculate. Then he’ll be safe to be with, for a while. And that counts for when you start dating, too. Boys will try all kinds of things. They won’t love you and obey your wants like Daddy or Uncle Danny would, so you may end up in a situation where you need those tools to get what you want.”
“But my mouth? Ewww.”
“As I said, you may change your mind. If you get excited enough, it won’t feel like you’re thinking about it, now.”
“That’s a lot to think about,” sighed the teen.
“So ... do you still want to ask your father to tuck you in?” Molly waited as her daughter made the first decision in her young, sexual life that could really affect her life forever.
“Yes,” she finally answered.
“Let me go talk to him first. You just go get in your PJs and I’ll send him up.”
“Okay.” Mandy hugged her mother tightly. “Thank you for telling me all this stuff.”
“It’s because I love you and want you to be ready for whatever the world throws at you.”
“Thanks.”
“Now, you go get ready. When I think he’s ready I’ll send him up and go visit your Uncle Danny.”
“Mom!” gasped Amanda. “You’re going to go be naughty with Uncle Danny while Daddy tucks me in?”
“Yes. Danny may come stay with us in the future when we know Daddy is going to tuck you in.”
“It doesn’t take all that long when Daddy tucks me in,” the teen pointed out.
“It’s going to take longer and longer to get you ready for sleep,” said Molly.
“If you say so,” said Mandy.
Mandy was lying on her bed, reading a book when there was a tap on her door and her father stuck his head into the room.
“Mom says you want me to tuck you in,” he said. “Is that true?”
“Yes, and it may take longer tonight because I have some questions to ask you.”
“We’ll take as long as you like,” he said.
She got out of bed and led him to the bench at her vanity table. She had him sit at one end and then she straddled him. With her face only inches from his, she said, “I don’t want to go all the way back to the living room to sit on your lap. Is this okay?”
“It’s fine,” he said as his dark brown eyes stared into her hazel ones.
She leaned forward to kiss him and opened her mouth. Their tongues dueled and she scooted closer to his body.
The kiss finally ended and she scooted back. Her hand went to the front of his pants, where she found something long and hard. It was the first time she had done that and it shocked them both.
“Mom and I had a long talk tonight about what this means,” she said, squeezing his boner.
“I know,” he said. “She told me. Does it upset you that I get hard because of you?”
“Don’t be silly,” she said. “I like it.”
“Would you like to see it?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, looking right into his eyes. “Is this one of those things Mom said you might try to get away with?”
“Close,” he said. “Tell you what. I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours. Does that sound fair?”
“Now I know you’re trying to get away with something. Okay. You go first.”
She got off of his lap and sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes never left him as he took his shirt off, and then his jeans. He sat down to remove his socks and then stood, facing her. His boner looked huge to her but it didn’t frighten her. She knew that had been in her mother hundreds of times and if her mom didn’t like it she wouldn’t let them do it.
She stood and took her nightgown off, leaving her in panties, only. She looked at him.
“Do you want me to take these off, too?” she vamped.
“Yes, Baby,” said Bob. “I want that very much.”
She bent, straight-legged, and slid the cotton garment down to her ankles. She stood and used one foot to hold the panties on the floor as she pulled the other foot out. Then, with a flick of her toes and ankle, she flipped the panties at him. She laughed when the panties landed on his stiff cock. He looked down and then back up.
“I think I’ll just leave them right there,” he said. “What next?”
“I thought we could lie down on the bed and cuddle a little bit as you tuck me in.”
“If we do that, my little friend, here, will touch you,” he said, cradling his stiff cock in his hand.
“So? I’m not afraid of your little friend. And anyway, my boobs will touch you.”
“I think you have perfect breasts,” he said. “You have perfect hair, and lips and thighs. You have a bubble butt I wish I could eat.”
“Thank you,” she said, curtsying with an invisible dress. Then, she crawled on her bed, unaware that, in doing so, her young, glistening vagina was crushed and pushed outward, looking flushed and ready for sex. Bob’s cock bounced and leaked a little. Her panties looked like a little flag, dipping to honor the celebrity in the room.
Except there was no celebrity in the room. There was only his eighteen-year-old daughter. Yes, she’d be nineteen in a month, but even then the fantasies she created in his mind would be socially and legally unacceptable.
She sort of flopped down on her side and rolled onto her back to look up at him.
“Aren’t you going to tuck me in, Daddy?” she asked.
There was no guile in her, no agenda. She wasn’t teasing him, at least not knowingly.
“Yes ... and no,” he answered.
He couldn’t resist. In this position, her labia were almost obscenely displayed. She was wet. It was obvious. She was also obviously willing, except she wasn’t aware of what “willing” might lead to. She literally didn’t know what she was missing and he was of two minds about “filling her in.” As he crawled onto the bed and lay on his side, she rolled up against him and, tentatively, began to touch him with various parts of her body. As she did so, he reflected on the options he had.
She was nineteen (it made him feel less perverted to add to her age). She was a virgin. She couldn’t date, yet, because both he and Molly believed she didn’t have the sophistication to deal with horny boys while alone with them in some dark corner. If he did almost anything more than they’d already done and it went wrong, she could be warped for life. Every social scientist would have said that. She deserved better. He should just kiss her, tell her he loved her, and then get up and walk out. He’d have to explain that this wasn’t rejection. It was just sanity. On the other hand, the age of consent in their state was sixteen and all those social scientists couldn’t do anything about that.
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