Chapter 1: Incestual Beginnings

They say daughters are “Daddy’s Girls,” and that’s certainly true in our home. Our daughter, at 14 years old, has a better body than I do, and a larger pair of breasts than most of the women I know... 38D. She, like me, is a little chunky. Not fat, and frankly not even what I’d call “plump,” but she’s tall, and has the kind of sensuous body built more for centerfold in the lower class men’s magazines than Playboy or Penthouse. Just as the boys in her school clearly find her sexy, men have often told me I’m sexy as well. Perhaps they can read my private thoughts, my inner sexual cravings of the most depraved nature. Perhaps it shows because of the way my nipples harden when I glance at a man’s crotch, or on those occasions when I become intensely aroused, perhaps some men can possibly catch a whiff of my essence. When aroused I become extremely wet, so much so that at times my panties actually become as wet as if I’d peed in them. But I digress...

Lately Gina has begun to develop an interest in sex. A mother can detect these things, you know, especially when the object of that sexual desire is the mother’s husband, as in our case. Poor Frank. He doesn’t stand a chance. Gina has begun walking around the house wearing as little as possible. I could stop her, I suppose, or Frank could, but although I know she’s doing it to turn on her father, my deviate sexual desires stop me from doing anything about it. In fact, I am turned on by it, even though the man Gina wants to seduce is her father. Like the other evening, for example.

Frank and I were watching TV in our family room. I was sitting in my reading chair, while Frank was on the sofa, his feet up on the coffee table, supported by a toss pillow. We were watching “Dancing With The Stars,” and I knew Frank was enjoying the skimpy costumes worn by the female dancers because any man would. And just when one of the best looking, sexiest dancers went into her routine Gina came into the room wearing a thin white tank top and a pair of panties. I could see her aureoles and nipples beneath the thin top, and her skimpy bikini panties clearly outlines her plump pussy lips. Naturally, Gina went immediately to the sofa and curled up next to her father.

Instantly I felt a gush of wetness in my cunt, and when Gina sprawled out on the sofa, with her head resting on Frank’s thigh, lying on her side, it was clear she was providing Frank with a clear view of her large, very naked breasts. I saw him glance down at them, his gaze remaining there for a few seconds, then quickly looking up at me. I grinned at him, and he smiled sheepishly back at me. Caught. Guilty. And then Gina put her hand on his thigh.

It was all I could do to keep from reaching beneath my own thighs to touch myself. “Do it, Gina,” I willed to myself, internally wanting my daughter to feel her father’s cock. “Slide your hand up. Feel it. Do it. Touch your father’s cock, Gina,” I said to myself. She didn’t, of course, as I knew she wouldn’t, but I wanted her to.

Instead, Gina rolled over onto her back and stretched, yawning, her tits rising and falling for Frank. As I watched her the bottom of her tank top crept up above her navel, the thin material clinging to her large mounds, her nipples hard, and I thought it made her look even more sexy than she would have had she been naked. Apparently Frank agreed, because he squirmed uncomfortably as his cock began to harden.

I almost giggled when Gina “accidently” bumped her head into Frank’s stiffening dick.

“Owww!” he inadvertently gasped.

Gina turned her head, positioning her face mere inches from my husband’s growing erection. “Oh Daddy, I’m sorry,” she said, pretending innocence.

“It ... it’s okay, honey,” Frank said, still uncomfortable. He looked at me and I grinned at him again, amused when his face seemed to redden slightly.

“Gee, Daddy, that looks uncomfortable. You can adjust it if you want. I know boys, I mean men, get boners like that all the time, so if you want to adjust it to be more comfortable you can,” Gina cooed.

Frank looked at me again, and I said, “Oh for God’s sake, Frank. Reach inside your shorts and adjust the damned thing before she breaks it off.”

“MOTHER!” Gina gasped, pretending shock this time.

“Well you suggested it,” I said. Frank took the opportunity of my exchange with Gina to do exactly as I’d suggested. He was wearing a pair of soft cotton jersey shorts, as usual without underwear, so it didn’t take more than a second or so for him to quickly reposition his large cock under the loose clothing.

Gina felt her father’s movements, and turned back to look at him again. “Is that more comfortable, Dad?” she asked, again pretending innocence.

“Yes, honey, but I don’t think we need to discuss it, okay?”

“Okay,” Gina said. Then she scooted even further across Frank’s lap, still lying on her back, tits on display right under his nose. She propped another pillow against the arm of the sofa, and lay her head down onto it, turning to watch TV.

“Wow, those are pretty sexy costumes, huh, Dad?” she said, casually reaching down to scratch her thigh, spreading her legs apart as she scratched.

“Ahh, yeah, I guess,” Frank said, looking down at Gina’s tits and cunt.

“Your daughter looks pretty sexy, too, don’t you think, darling?” I said.

“Deb!” Frank scowled.

“Well doesn’t she? Honey I think you have a fabulous body, and so does your father, don’t you, Frank. And if he didn’t think so he wouldn’t be having that ‘problem’ that you caused,” I teased.

“DEBBIE!” Frank gasped, clearly embarrassed.

“Daddy, is that true? Do you think I have a good body? Or do you think I’m too fat?” Gina asked, stretching her arms above her head again, clearly flaunting her tits at her father.

“I ... you ... you have a very nice figure, honey,” Frank replied lamely.

“Really? Sometimes I think the only thing any guy wants from me are these,” Gina said, supping her hands beneath her tits, displaying them for Frank.

“Gina, please!” Frank said.

“What, Daddy? You don’t think my ... my breasts are too big? Sometimes they make me feel fat, but I know the guys in school like them. At least they stare at them enough,” Gina said.

“Gina, stand up. Let your father see you better,” I said. Gina rose quickly and stood in front of Frank. “Now turn around slowly. Put your hands behind your head, honey. Yes. Like that,” I said, watching as our daughter slowly modeled for us. “Look at her, Frank. Turn around for Daddy, honey. Show him your butt. Wait. Stop. Yes, like that. Now spread your legs and bend down as far as you can,” I said, getting up, walking over to where Gina was posing for Frank.

“My God,” Frank gasped, staring at Gina’s ass. Her panties had a dark wet stain in the crotch, and we all knew why. She was as hot and as turned on as I was, and as Frank was.

“Now stand up and turn around, Gina. Now bend down again. Put your hands on your waist. Yes. Like that. Look at her, Frank. My God look how large and perfectly formed your daughter’s tits are,” I said, reaching down to grasp my husband’s cock, squeezing it as Gina looked on, her eyes widening.

“Deb, what are you DOING?” Frank squirmed, trying to take my hand off his cock.

“Let’s stop fucking around, Frank,” I said. “Gina WANTS you to see her naked tits, don’t you, baby. And you want to see this, too, don’t you,” I said, quickly jerking on the top of Frank’s elastic waistband, tugging it down over his naked cock. The dick stood up for Gina ... stiff ... naked ... and leaking pre-cum from the end.

“God, Daddy!” she breathed.

“Get on your knees in front of him, Gina,” I instructed. “Come closer. Here. Feel it. Touch it. DO IT!” I snapped. And she did it.