Secrets
by MicaMeesha
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Incest Sex Story: Her friend confides that she has shagged her dad; she decides she wants to do the same and enacts her plan
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Incest Father Daughter .
I was sitting in ‘Spoons with Josey; we both had berry ciders. We were in a corner in the easy chairs, as we weren’t eating. Josey was wearing a high-cut dress with short sleeves; I was in a skirt and a turtleneck.
“I have to tell you something, and you have to swear that you will not repeat it to anyone ever,” Josey said. Intriguing.
“I can easily say yes, but I don’t know what it is, do I? I mean, have you murdered someone, like that irritating witch Caprice?
“God, Meesh, you are so silly.” I am Mica, only everyone seems to prefer ‘Meesh’.
“Well, I mean. You have to be throwing me a bone here before I can commit. I am a law-abiding citizen, you know.” Only because I am too scared to break any laws. The thought of going to jail scares me witless.
“No, I haven’t murdered or harmed anyone, but what I have done is illegal.”
“Okay, okay, yes, I promise not to repeat to anyone what you are about to tell me, on my honour; cross my heart and hope to die.”
“I shagged my dad.”
“Do what? You did what?” Well, to be honest I never expected that. I mean, Josey has never even said that she fancies her dad, never mind doing the dirty with him.
“I shagged my dad. I know, it’s mad.”
“Are you going to do it again, or was it just the once? And I presume he knew about it; I mean he wasn’t asleep or something.”
“Of course he wasn’t, and of course I am.”
“Okay, tell me, come on, I want the details, every single dirty detail.”
“Well, as you know, it was baking yesterday, so I put my bikini on and went and lay on a sunbed in the garden. Mum had gone to Gran’s; she said she would do Gran’s laundry and stuff and then bring Gran back for Sunday dinner.”
“So, you had a few hours then to put your plan into action?”
“Yes, only I didn’t have a plan; this just happened.”
“Okay, I shall judge; let me decide when you have spilt the beans.”
“So I was lying on the sunbed, and Dad came out in some shorts and sat in a chair opposite me.”
“Okay, so he could see the top of your legs then?”
“Yes, and I knew I was decent, that nothing was peeping out, because, you know, you just know these things.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I had my sunglasses on so Dad couldn’t see my eyes, and I just lay there grabbing the rays, and I got a bit hot, you know, so I moved my legs wider and put my feet flat on the grass.”
“Okay, so basically your legs were wide open, facing your dad.”
“Yes, but it was not intentional, and I never thought about it.”
“Of course you didn’t, with your bikini stretched tight across your fan.”
“Do you want me to tell you this or not?”
“Yes.” The background noise in ‘Spoons was quite loud; you could hear talking but not make out anything that people said. That’s why we liked it. You could have a private conversation in public.
“So, I was just lying there; I may have been jiggling a foot, and looking through my shades, I could see that Dad had quite a bulge appear in his shorts.”
“Oh, oops, a stiffy.”
“Well, yes, it took me by surprise, and I wondered if I had done that, if I had caused it? I mean, I was virtually naked, just my bikini, which covers everything, but, well, it is rather teeny.”
“Okay, so giving your dad a stiffy doesn’t exactly get you into a shagging situation.”
“You would think not. Anyway, as I was looking at the bulge in his trousers, it sort of moved, you know, jerked.”
“Oh my God.”
‘So I got up. ‘Dad, I’m hot; I’m going in to get changed,’ I said, and I walked over to give him a kiss, and I pressed my knee on his bulge. ‘You are so naughty, Daddy,’ I said, and pressed my knee again before turning and walking away, sashaying, of course.”
“I can’t believe you did that. Did the bulge feel, you know, hard?”
“Well, it was my knee, so difficult to tell, but yes, and it moved as I pressed it. Anyway, I turned and walked away from Dad and headed into the cool of the house, undoing my bikini top as I went. If Dad were still sat in his chair, he would have seen my naked back walking away. I did not look behind me as I walked up the stairs to my room. As I got into my room, I undid the ties of my bikini bottoms and pulled them off.”
“Naked then.”
“Yes, starkers. I turned around and Dad was standing in my bedroom doorway, his bulge as pronounced as ever. I walked up to him and undid the lace tie at his waist. ‘You are so naughty, Daddy,’ I said.”
I was amazed. I didn’t think I would have had the nerve to do that; I really didn’t. “Then what?”
“Dad’s shorts dropped but got hung up on his bulge. I grabbed the waist and pulled them down; his dick was hard and jutting, and it sprang upwards as I dropped his shorts.”
“Is it big?”
“It is bigger than Jamie Masters but smaller than Oliver Townsend.”
Okay, a good size then; we reckon that everyone is smaller than Oliver Townsend. He really does have a big dick, and you know when you have had that monster inside you.
“Okay, then what happened?”
I put my hand on his dick. The skin on the outside is quite soft, as you would expect, but the inside is absolutely rock hard, I mean, hard. His dick wasn’t as pointing up as most, perhaps because he is older, I don’t know.”
“I have no idea either; I thought they all worked the same till they stopped working, and then they took Viagra.”
“Jamie Masters told me he took one of his dad’s Viagras, and he had a hard-on for two days!”
“Oh my God, did it hurt?”
“I didn’t ask. Anyway, I backed to my bed, holding Dad’s dick and pulling him with me, and as I hit the bed with my legs, I lay back and parted my knees. ‘Over to you, naughty Daddy,’ I said.”
“Fuck.”
“Quite. He leaned forward and used one arm to my side to rest and support himself. The other hand he used to guide his dick. He slid it up and down my channel, and then he just pushed in, hard.”
“He was shagging you properly? Your dad was shagging you?”
“Oh yes, and I am sure I let out an ‘oomph’ as he bottomed out inside me. My God Meesh, he really filled me. He took my breath away, honest to God. And then he was shagging me; his balls were bouncing off me, just below my fanny, and he was hitting so hard against my mons that he was flattening my lips and crushing my nubbin. I have never had that before.”
“Yeah, that can be a bit uncomfortable. Alistair Jones shags like that, you kind of get turned on, but the crush of your clit just sends it away.”
“Exactly right. I must try Alistair one day.”
“Once is enough. No finesse.”
“Oh, okay. Anyway. Dad was shagging away, I was enjoying, but it wasn’t, you know, going to give me an orgasm.”
“Yeah, but your dad though.”
“I know. Anyway, he suddenly stopped and pulled out.”
“What, why? Had your mum come home?”
“No, she was still hours away. No, he told me to get on my hands and knees. So I turned over and rested my knees on the edge of the bed and my hands on the bed. He shuffled behind me, and then I felt his dick push inside my fanny.”
“Thank God it wasn’t your bum.”
“Darn straight; no girl wants that.”
“Amelia Brown does; she told me that is all she lets boys do; she wants to save her fanny for her wedding night.”
“Oh God, who gets married these days? Anyway, Dad was now shagging away from behind. I could hear that slapping sound that he makes with Mum as he slapped against my bottom cheeks; his balls were less noticeable, I think they just dangled around below, but the shag inside me was much more comfortable.”
“Comfortable as fucking hot shagtastic sexy?”
“Exactly. I could feel it beginning to work. My clitty was sending little messages to my nips and toes; my ears were curling, and I felt my fanny tighten.”
“Oh, I love the fanny tighten.”
“Dad grunted and said, “I’m coming, girl,” and as he pushed extra hard inside me, my fanny clamped on him and my orgasm happened. It was a bit much, and I didn’t feel Dad spurt; I was busy silently screaming, making a big O with my mouth.”
“Love the silent O.”
“Dad pulled back and I felt his dick leave, you know, that sudden empty feeling, I hate that.”
“Me too.”
Anyway, Dad stood back, and I rolled to my side and sat down on my bed. Dad was in front of me, his dick now soft and dripping his goo. ‘Wow, Dad,’ I said.”
“What did he do?”
“He looked at me and at my fanny, which I was guessing was also dripping, but I didn’t want to look, and he said, ‘Well, girl, we have done it now; no going back,’ and I said, ‘why would I want to go back Daddy?’”
“You can’t undo the deed.”
“No, you can’t. So, that’s it; I have shagged my dad, and I shall be shagging him again too. I just need Mum out of the house for a while. It’s not just the shagging; it is the clean-up after, making sure there is no evidence, you know?”
“Oh yes.”
That got me to thinking on the bus back home. Could I get my dad to shag me? I would have to give it some thought. Geraldine Harper had told me that the best way to get a boy interested was to wear very tight, very brief, very white knickers and short skirts. She read it in a magazine. White underwear made a woman desirable more than any other colour, and if they were tight, they hid everything whilst leaving everything obvious.
Don’t go sheer had been the advice.
But did I want my dad to shag me? I had no problem with getting a shag when I wanted one, so it wasn’t a matter of need but more a matter of control. I would have something over my dad that I could use to get my way, a sort of casting vote. When I got home I had a look at my underwear. Not a lot in white, to be honest, except for bras; they were mostly white. Knickers, on the other hand, tended to be floral. It seems where my underwear was concerned, I had not grown out of my little girl stage.
Skirts, yes, I had a few skirts, some quite short; those I hadn’t really considered wearing at home. That decision was about to be rethought. When I got up in the morning, I caught an early bus and went into town for underwear shopping. There was such a choice. Obviously some thongs, but sometimes they were too brief. Also, I did not like the way a thong rubbed on your bottom. I preferred regular knickers, low on the side but just ‘knickers’.
I bought a few packs in my size and one size down and two sizes down. I also bought one of those uplift bras that are supposed to give you cleavage. I am only a C cup, so no massive cleavage without help. Should I go with suspenders and stockings? I thought perhaps one suspender belt; at least then I would have one.
I had a look at a few skirts, but nothing really appealed, and I had already spent a load on my underwear. If necessary, I would get Mum’s sewing machine out and alter one of the ones I already had, but I hope I could avoid all that kerfuffle.
When I got home the house was, as usual, empty, so I had an opportunity to have a tryout session. I put the uplift bra on; yup, it gave me cleavage. I could make it more obvious if I fiddled with the straps, but I pretty much liked it as it was. I put my almost sheer blouse on and decided it needed a few more undone buttons. I also thought it needed some darts in it to make it tighter and to make the cleavage more obvious.
Tight white knickers and my short flair skirt. Too short to get away with stockings, so knickers and bare legs it would be. I did think about socks but thought that made me look too much like a needy schoolgirl. That was my outfit then. But how to go about seducing Dad and make him think it was him and not me? How indeed.
When I bent over in front of the mirror and looked behind me on my iPhone, all I could see was my skirt riding up, revealing my underwear, and my bulging fanny trying to escape from my knickers. Perfect. If that didn’t work, I wasn’t sure what would.
Dad was home before Mum; he came in, slipped his shoes off, hung his jacket on the bannister and came into the lounge where I was sitting, my legs curled up beside me. It didn’t show much, but when I got up, it would give a brief eyeful to anyone in front of me.
“Hi Dad,” I said, standing up. “Let me make you a drink, tea or coffee, or something else?” I knew he was partial to rum, so I wondered if he might want one of them.
“Coffee, please, sweetheart.” I twirled on the spot to head to the kitchen; I knew my skirt would have flared and given him another glimpse of my knickers.
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