An Incestuous Episode: The Tennis Lesson

by The Purvv

Copyright© 2010 by The Purvv

Erotica Sex Story: Teaching his 14 year old daughter the art of tennis leads to the art of sex. Warning: Sadly this ends abruptly and unhappily.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft   Consensual   Incest   Father   Daughter   Pregnancy   .

The beginning of the end for Mark Milo and his 14-year-old daughter Stacy was on a Saturday at the public tennis court.

During the week, Stacy told her family that she wanted to learn to play and she asked her father if he would teach her. There was no way that Mark would refuse this. First of all, this was his pride and joy, for whom he would do anything. In addition, this was a game that he loved to play, but had not done so recently because of a lack of willing players. To Stacy's delight, her father readily agreed.

They had decided that they would practice every Saturday as soon as June, Mark's wife, went to work, because that would be early enough to claim a court before anyone arrived. Mark would give her some pointers and once she got the basic idea they would get to practice lightly.

It was on this first Saturday morning that her father moved behind her and began holding Stacy's hip and stomach as he guided her arm swing. Mark initially was not aware, but his crotch was pushing against his daughter's buttocks as he gave his advice. Suddenly, the heat from her soft ass cheeks penetrated into him and alerted his brain. To his horror, he felt his cock involuntarily swell inside of his pants. Then, his fully erect member was pushing into her bottom. When he realized what was happening Mark felt a tremendous flush of heat run through his face. He felt that he was probably as red as a beet from embarrassment. He was panic-stricken. His cock was completely aroused and actually twitching inside of his pants, against his daughter's ass. Flustered, he pulled his crotch away from her in a rush. Then he mumbled some last-second hurried instructions and quickly moved away from the youngster. He rushed over to the other side of the court and had her hit a few serves to him.

Mark quickly cut the lessons short, saying that she should not overdo it on the first day. She nodded. They got into his car and drove home.

Stacy herself was exhilarated and flushed, but only in part from the workout. During the aborted lesson, she had felt her father pressed against her and she was well aware of his hardness. When she first felt it, she wondered why he had become that way. Was it because he had to go to the bathroom? Was it something that she had done to cause it? Soon, she was sure that it was caused by their closeness. She felt it jump against her and she became acutely cognizant that her father's 'hardy' was pushing almost unnecessarily into her hip.

She had been especially thankful when her father pulled his body away from hers because she had been becoming nervous. Although Stacy was not a sexually active girl, she still realized what was happening. Now that her school had its 'publicly known incest incident' she was well aware that fathers could get 'that way' for their daughters, and Stacy had become much more conscious of her sexuality around her dad.

The 14-year-old girl reflected on what had happened and she soon accepted that her father must have pulled himself away from her as soon as he realized that he was hard. She did not fail to notice how red her dad's face had become and how flustered he was. She also took satisfaction from the fact that he did not try to do anything further. Stacy correctly assessed exactly what had happened. Her father's body betrayed him and became aroused at the close contact with her body. When she finally had the whole picture in her head, the youngster felt for him, knowing how embarrassed he had been.

They did not speak to each other for the entire trip home. As he drove, Mark replayed repeatedly in his mind what had just transpired. How could this have happened? How could the touch of his own daughter have aroused him? He had never before had any inclination to touch her in an improper way. She was his daughter, for cristsakes! Many were the times that he had touched her and even seen her naked, but he was her father, and he had thought nothing of it at the time. As recent as a few months ago he had seen her breasts bared, because Stacy was never extra careful in front of him, and although she had filled out quite a bit from the last time he had seen her, he didn't pay any personal attention. He never did! Oh sure, he had taken note that she was developing an impressive set of tits (he even mentioned this to his wife June) but he was nothing more that a proud and admiring father then.

What had happened? What caused his body to react now? He wondered if Stacy had realized what had occurred. He reached a conclusion that she probably didn't, because she had not given any indication that she knew it was happening.

Mark was feeling terribly upset with himself. It was only a few weeks ago that he openly and loudly condemned incest when his daughter had come home from school with all of those questions. It seemed that a girl from the school had gotten pregnant, apparently by either her father or her brother and Stacy had a basket full of questions. Mark had gone on in depth about the sinfulness of brother-sister and father-daughter sex. Now he, himself, had gotten aroused and yes, even a little excited, by the feel of his own daughter's body.

When they arrived at their house Stacy noticed that her dad's hands were actually shaking. His eyes were purposely avoiding looking at hers. He was obviously having a hard time coming to grips with what had occurred. She hurried up to her room to think further on what happened and also why she herself had 'funny feelings' running through her.

During the remainder of the weekend, the young girl watched with interest as her father remained almost preoccupied. She was feeling terribly sorry for him in his frazzled state. June made no mention of it, so the young girl was not sure if her mother even noticed.

Much of the time when she was not watching her father with concern, Stacy's mind returned to Saturday morning's incident. It was not that big of a deal that should have caused her father to get so mad at himself, she thought. After all, it was not something that he purposely did. As she kept returning to his sadness in her head, she finally said to herself, 'He couldn't help himself. So what? He got hard and was pushing into me. If he was another father he probably would have felt his daughter's body and tried to do more. At least he was sensible and was able to stop his body's urges.' Even with her limited knowledge, Stacy still realized that Mark must have had a hard time in pulling away from her. She was aware just how easily men became excited and she was told how difficult it was for them to 'cool off'.

As she turned this all over in her head, she wondered how she would have reacted had he not stopped and had he decided to try to go further. Her first thought was that she would have screamed and ran away, but the more that she thought about it, small whispers of doubt troubled her mind. So what if he had touched her? Isn't it something they have done all of her life? If it made her father feel good, what would be wrong? It would not have been as if they were having sex.

Mark repeatedly continued to replay the scene in his head, and he thought of himself with disgust throughout Saturday and Sunday.

It was on Sunday night, after he went to bed, that he really got shocked. While running Saturday morning's episode through his mind for the umpteenth time, something strange happened to him. This time a hard-on came along with the memory. Lying in bed, he remembered his cock pressing against his daughter's buttocks, and he became just as hard now as he had then.

'My god, what's happening to me?'

Moments later, when he mounted his wife, his final shock occurred. Although he was physically fucking his wife June, he was mentally fucking his daughter Stacy. A subtle change had come over him. His mindset had totally transformed him from a loving father to an incest-driven being.

Beginning on the very next night, Mark began to look at his daughter in a completely different light. Without being obvious, he now permitted his eyes to take in and appreciate the twin beauties of Stacy's young and impressive chest and the exciting look of child-flesh on her already shapely legs. When no one was paying attention to him, his eyes ravaged the beautiful ass with its well-rounded cheeks.

As the week progressed, Stacy began to realize that her father was taking notice of her. Her immediate reaction was feeling relief, because he had refused to look at her at all over the weekend. Now, sensing his eyes on her, she began to feel happy for him that he had overcome his problem, and although she felt somewhat uncomfortable at the attention he was paying to her, she also felt a strange enjoyment and warmth.

At times during the rest of the week, their eyes would meet, and after a few seconds, they both would turn away. An observer might think that father and daughter were afraid of each other. One time, on Thursday night, their eyes locked upon each other. It was almost as if they were sending a silent message of love to the other.

On Saturday morning, they were back at the tennis court. As happened the week before, Mark was again meshed into his daughter from behind as he was teaching her how to swing. Once more, his cock felt the heat from her body, his nostrils sucked in the clean smell of feminine youth, and he felt the immediate hardness in his pants. It was pushing at the lower part of Stacy's soft ass-cheek.

Stacy felt it happening again too. She closed her eyes momentarily, deciding if she should react and, if so, what should she do? Should she pull away, if he didn't? His one hand was on her hip at this point and his other was guiding her swing. What if her father decided to move into her tighter, move his hands, and touch her in a 'wrong spot?'

Heat was rising now within the loins and minds of both father and daughter.

Stacy had rationalized much of her thinking during the week and she had almost justified the thought of her father touching her. She recalled thinking, 'So what if he had touched her? Isn't it something they have done all of her life? If it made her father feel good, what would be wrong? It wouldn't have been like they were having sex.' As the warmth ran through her, she actually began to want him to touch her. His cock was throbbing at her buttocks. She was not even thinking of tennis anymore. She wondered 'what-if' and then, after swallowing nervously, she pushed her rear back harder into her father's twitching manhood.

Mark's whole body tightened. Did he actually feel his daughter pushing back into him? Was she aware of what she was doing? Unable to control himself, all rational thinking somewhere in limbo, he loosened his hand on his child's hip and moved it over and onto her belly. Slowly, he pulled her back closer to him and he pushed his crotch even tighter into her ass. At the same time, his mouth moved to his daughter's ear and they held together for a long minute without either of them making any effort to stop themselves.

His chest and brain were pounding fiercely and his hands and body were trembling. Caution was almost nonexistent now. He knew that if Stacy did not put a stop to this that he would not be able to stop himself anymore. He had ogled her body and thought a lot about her all week and now, with her beautiful hot, young body molded to his, he realized the truth. He really wanted to fuck his child.

Finally, summoning up his courage, he whispered in her ear, "I love you sweetheart."

Stacy gulped. Heat was racing through her body too. She was frantic from fear yet she knew that she secretly wanted to allow her father to do whatever he wanted. Maybe she even wanted it, too. Her mind was thinking well enough to know that this would end if she said so. She knew that her father did not want it to stop, but he was not going to force her.

Her heart pounding; she answered back, whispering, "I know dad ... I know."

"Do you, sweetheart? Do you really know?" His voice was barely audible.

"Um hmm."

Did she really understand his state and what was happening? "Can we go home?" he asked.

Stacy tensed. My god, what was she doing? She should put an end to this now, but -- She now admitted to herself she did not want to stop it. Her legs were shaking and her whole being seemed to be trembling. Slowly, she moved out of her father's grasp and turned to face him. Her eyes sought and found his. She knew what he wanted. She told herself that if he wanted her, she would be thrilled. They were both silent for another 10 seconds and finally, looking nervously into his eyes, she said, "Whatever you wanna do dad. Whatever you want."

As they continued looking into each other's eyes Mark realized that his 14-year-old daughter was accepting him, although he still had a flicker of doubt. He knew how insane this was and he could cite all of the arguments against it, but his cock was making all of the major decisions now, and his cock wanted this young body very badly.

He wanted to be positive that she really was aware of what was happening. He considered asking her what she wanted, but he was afraid that would be too much and might scare her away.

"Stase, babe, you, er, are you, er aware ... Do you know why I want us to leave?" She nodded and smiled nervously and he continued, "Do you want to... ?"

Her eyes were filled with tears now. She took a very long time answering. "No dad ... I don't," she whispered. "But I ... I love you, too."

"No baby ... no. Let's just ... I'm sorry, babe ... C'mon, let's just get outta here. I'll take you home."

He had fought off the demons.

On the way home, he reached across the seat in the car and squeezed his daughter's hand as assurance to her of his love for her.

"I'm er, gonna drop you off at the house, sweetheart. Then I've got to run some errands," he said. "And baby... ? Thanks for being so good. And if I get that way anymore, get away from me, hah? I'm, it's no good ... I mean, it's bad babe. You don't have to do anything. I'll try not to get that way again ... I promise."

Stacy was silent for the whole trip home. She was relieved, yet somehow frustrated.

At the house, he dropped his daughter off and then, for the next few hours Mark went and wandered through the local malls.

That night at home, they both realized that it was not over. Their eyes began to continuously meet and hold on one another. Soon, the truth became obvious to both of them. The end was inevitable. Mark's eyes operated on her body whenever possible.

Later that night, Stacy went to bed and for the first time in her young life her masturbation fantasy now included her father. She began to actually want him. She remembered his hardness and although she was afraid, she also had a secret desire.

Mark began fantasizing while looking at her. He could not help himself. He would look at her semi-full well-rounded tits and think of holding them. He would watch her near-perfect ass and imagine his tongue running over it. He was now becoming hard just from looking at his daughter's body.

Throughout the week up until the following Thursday the game continued. Like every other night leading up to this, whenever Mark felt that he was safely out of his wife's view his horny ogling was obvious to Stacy. He and his daughter kept looking at each other and both of them were becoming increasingly in need of the other.

On this night, Stacy said her goodnights to her mom and dad about a half-hour later than usual. As she got up to go to her room her eyes locked on her father's, and they remained locked. Finally, after a long silence she nodded to him, then broke the eye lock and went up to bed.

An hour later when Mark was sure that his wife was asleep, he arose and quietly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Then he walked over to his daughter's room. His naked cock rose within his robe as he raised his hand and knocked gently. His heart began beating harder as he turned the handle. He pushed the door open and moved inside, closing it behind him.

Stacy was lying in the bed on her side, facing the door. She was wide-awake, nervously watching her father. Her heart also began beating harder as he walked slowly toward her.

Mark's brain was pulsing, his mouth was dry and his cock was twitching and jumping inside of his robe as he looked at his beautiful daughter in the semi-darkness. He could see panic in her eyes and he noticed her heavy breathing. He detected a hungry look about the child.

She was about to get her first taste of hot sex and she was going to be filled by her father. Somehow, the thoughts excited her tremendously. As he came closer, Stacy bravely lifted the blankets in invitation.

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