Natalie
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - This is the story of Natalie, her sexual awakening, her experiences from her first time, the various men and women she goes with, and what she thinks of her experiences. The story will have over 40 chapters.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Teenagers Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Father Daughter Anal Sex Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex
When I got home, Mum was out. She had gone to Gran’s; she is normally gone a few hours, as she tends to do Gran’s ironing and stuff. Dad was sat on the settee. He called me to sit down with him.
“Seeing your boyfriend?” he asked. I suppose Jase was my boyfriend.
“Yeah, just for a bit.”
“What did you do?” Dad asked.
“Oh, we just went to Dingle Wood.”
“No, Nat, I asked you what, not where.” Crumbs, Dad seemed in a funny mood.
“We just walked through the woods; he talked a bit about the car he wants to buy.”
“Are you sure that’s all you did?”
“Dad!”
“Well? I need to know that you are being careful.”
“Careful of what, Dad? It is just the woods; nothing is going to happen in the woods, Dad, really.”
“I am not daft, Nat. He kissed you, yes?”
This was embarrassing; I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded.
“And did he touch you, Nat, did he?”
I didn’t know where to look and I guess I should have just lied and said no, but for some reason I could never lie to my dad; he would always know when I was lying. I nodded again.
“And did you touch him, Nat?”
I nodded.
“Look at me, Nat. Tell me, what did he do? Where did he touch you?”
“Dad, I don’t want to talk about this with you; it is personal, it is between me and Jase. “ I turned away; I did not want to see Dad’s face.
“You keep looking at me, girl. Now then, Natalie, where did he touch you?”
I was silent for a moment; this was awful. What could I say? I didn’t want to tell.
“Where, Nat, where?”
I pointed to my boob. “Here, Dad, he touched me here.”
“And were you clothed, or had you taken clothes off? Was he touching your breasts, your nipples?”
“Dad!”
“Well? Tell me.”
“I was clothed; he put his hand up my jumper, and under my bra, I was dressed. Dad. It was just a bit of a cuddle, Dad, that’s all.”
“Did you touch him?”
Again, I was silent; I couldn’t speak. What could I say?
“Speak up, girl.” Dad sounded a little bit angry.
“Yes,” I said quietly.
“Was he naked? Did he take his clothes off?”
“No, he wasn’t naked. Dad, I just undid his zip and put my hand inside.”
“You felt his dick?”
Oh crumbs, this was getting awful. Why was my dad making this so uncomfortable? “Dad, please stop.”
“No, Nat, if you feel responsible enough to carry on like this, I need to know that you understand the implications. Now, you felt his dick?”
Quietly I replied, “Yes.”
“And how was it? What did you feel?”
“Dad, what do you mean? I don’t have a lot to compare to; it didn’t feel like I expected. Okay, can we leave it at that, Dad? I am really uncomfortable talking about this?”
“No, Natalie, you have to be able to talk to me or your mum about anything, and if a boy ever makes you feel uncomfortable; you need to be able to know that you can talk to us and come to us for help. Now, tell me. How did it feel?”
“Dad, okay.” I began to understand where Dad was coming from and I relaxed a little, but it still felt odd. Wrong almost. “His co ... dick was hard and as I touched it and held it, it got harder.”
“Okay, and how did that make you feel?”
“I am not sure; a little tingly and a little excited, I think.”
“Tingly where, Nat?”
I pointed between my legs.
“Your fanny?”
I nodded.
“Well, what did you do after you touched him?”
I didn’t know what words to use, so I just moved my hand up and down.
“You masturbated him?”
“Yes Dad.”
“All the way?”
“Yes.”
“And how did that make you feel?”
“I don’t know, sexy I guess, and in control I think.”
“You knew what you were doing?”
“Dad, no, not really. I had never done it before; I have never even seen one before, let alone touched one.”
“And how did it feel when he finished, when you saw him ejaculate, you saw what happened?”
“Yes, Dad, his dick spurted, and I felt good that I had done that, that it was because of me that he had spurted, and I felt good inside.”
“Then what? Did he touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Come on, Natalie, tell me, what did he do?”
I gulped, I think. I certainly took a big breath; this was difficult. These are not things people like to share. “Jase put his hand up my skirt and rubbed me through my knickers.”
My Dad wriggled in his seat as if he was uncomfortable. Good, I hope that he was as embarrassed about this as I was. “Is that all?” he asked.
“No Dad.”
“What then? What did he do, Natalie?”
“He pulled my knickers down and put a finger inside me.”
“Just inside you, just a finger?”
“Dad!”
“Well, did he move it?”
“Yes, Dad, he moved it in and out and pressed on my nubbin with his hand.”
Dad wriggled again, and he did look uncomfortable. I looked down; I don’t know why, but I looked down at his crotch and could see a bulge, a very big-looking bulge. Oh my God, my dad was hard like Jase had been. I felt a feeling of power, and all my embarrassment seemed to fade away.
“Yes, Dad, he moved his finger inside me and then he pulled it out, and I felt empty, and then when he put it back inside me, he used two fingers and rocked them around inside me and I could see that he was getting hard again, so I reached out and held his dick. “ I didn’t feel the need to use proper words; slang would do. I knew we had crossed a line.
Dad made a small coughing noise, as if clearing his throat. “What then, Nat? Did you go any further?”