First Time with Dad

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This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by them or me, nor advocate such practices.

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Chapter 1 – Life Before Incest


My parents keep themselves in pretty good shape and my mom still looks fantastic in her bikini while my dad still wears the same pant size from when he graduated from college. Indeed, my Mom loves it when people mistake her for my older sister! No doubt it helps that she only had to give birth to one child. I was a rough delivery and so based on her doctor’s recommendation, my mom didn’t have any more children. As her only child, she and I have always very close and I share everything I do with her.

My mom was the one that taught me to masturbate (well, some things come natural but it never hurts to get a few pointers) and basically I learned most everything I needed to know about sex from her. She got me on birth control when I became sexually active. Unlike most girls, who have to hide what they do with their boyfriends from their parents, when I gave up my virginity at the ripe old age of eighteen, I couldn’t wait to get home and tell my Mom all about it. Since then I’ve told her everything I’ve ever done with every guy I’ve been with – and I do mean EVERYTHING. Actually, I think she lives vicariously through me as both of my parents take their wedding vows very seriously and she would never go out and cheat on my dad.

Speaking of hiding things from your parents, it’s always seemed a shame to me that when it comes to sex, most parents shroud the topic in mystery, treating the subject as taboo and putting their kids on a guilt trip if they catch them so much as masturbating or just playing around. Fortunately for me, my parents have always been totally open about sex, yet all the while stressing respectful AND responsibility. Thus while I may have been much more aware of sex when I was growing up in comparison to most kids, I was undoubtedly much more responsible and prepared to handle it when I grew old enough to start doing more than just talk about it.

From my earliest memories, nudity at home was never anything to be ashamed of yet at the same time, it wasn’t necessarily something to be flaunted either. I can’t stress enough that we were NOT nudist. We never went to any “clothing optional” clubs or get involved in anything regarding nudity away from home or
with other people. Personally, I’ve never been able to understand why someone would WANT to be a nudist.

To help illustrate what I’m saying, here are some examples. While it was typical for us to be naked in the hot tub, that was more because my dad didn’t want to contaminate the water than see his wife and daughter naked. We never lounged around nude in the family room watching TV – my mom simply didn’t consider it to be hygienic and besides, it felt better to have a little protection on. If my dad was taking a shower I wasn’t afraid to do my hair in the bathroom nor did it bother me for him to shave while I was in the tub or shower. We were naked because it made sense to be, not because we wanted the other to see us nude.

I started sleeping nude when I was turned twelve; not for any sex-related reasons but more because that was how my parents ha always slept and I was trying at that age not to be a “kid”. Once I tried it, I found that it just felt better to sleep nude and so I have done so ever since. It’s not something I usually even think about until I spend the night at a friends house and wear pajamas or a nightshirt and realize just how uncomfortable and restricted it makes me feel for the entire night! I kept a nightshirt or a robe by the bed to put on when I got up.

In today’s world plagued with so much pornography on the Internet and media, too many kids are becoming addicted to porn or even worse, de-sensitized to it. Thus today it’s all the worse when parents add an element of mystery and intrigue by condemning sex. In stark contrast, my parents brought me up to appreciate the not-so-subtle differences between porn and art, to recognize the joys raised by eroticism over the tastelessness of vulgarity.

On top of everything, my parent’s marriage was a daily demonstration to me of the emotional fulfillment of a strong marriage, a committed relationship where they were partners. Neither of them ever cheated on the other and wouldn’t have even if they had “permission”. Granted, that was also in large part due to my mom’s strong religious beliefs (as in “Thou shalt not commit adultery.”) but they took their marriage as just that – vows.

Although my parents never actually made love in front of me while I was growing up, I knew they did frequently – it was the only time the bedroom door was closed so they may as well have just hung out a sign! One of the greatest gifts my parents gave me throughout my childhood was the security that comes from knowing that your parents are totally in love with one another – physically as well as emotionally.

When it comes to masturbation, I consider it a totally different topic from sex. Masturbation is a natural act that allows a person to deal with their inner needs and emotions we all have as a result of being created by God as sexual beings. Even though almost everybody does it, society still treats it like a forbidden ritual. Personally, I think making someone feel guilty about masturbating won’t stop them, but it may result in an unhealthy attitude and lack of respect for their own sexuality.

My parents (especially my dad) masturbated frequently and they made no effort to hide it yet there was NOTHING kinky about it. The key was that like nudity, they didn’t flaunt it either. If the mood struck them, they did it – it was that simple. Also, they did it discretely, not like my dad was putting on a show for me just because he was turned on by Amanda Tapping of StarGate fame. If I didn’t know what he was doing, I’d of probably not even noticed.

As for myself, whether watching a sexy movie or just feeling horny, I’ve never felt inhibited from touching myself wherever or whenever I needed to in order to release the sexual tension built up within me. Again, I was taught that discretion was just being polite. I could usually reach inside my pajamas or under my skirt without making a big show of it so why not do it when you need to rather than wait to go off and hide? I would bet that most of the time my parents don’t even know I’m doing it!

Another of the many problems created when sex is treated as secretive and taboo is that most people raised that way instantly assume that if someone is nude or masturbates around someone else, that there is some inference of a desire for a sexual relationship. Well, that just goes to show how wrong impressions get started by people who don’t know what they are talking about. I NEVER felt that way growing up. If I saw my dad masturbating because he was turned on by a movie or picture of beautiful woman, I didn’t assume that he wanted to have sex with ME, I knew that he was just horny. My mother had a drawer full of vibrators next
to her bed which she used frequently. When I started masturbating she offered them to me and even demonstrated a few of them but that didn’t mean she wanted to use them ON me! If anything, the way I was raised I probably had LESS thoughts of sexual relations with my family than the average person. While I realize that people who have been raised in home where sex is kept hidden away and masturbation is ridiculed (even though everyone does it) have a hard time understanding all of this, if they would just sit down and get their minds out of the sexual gutters their upbringing has thrown them in, they might understand that my home environment was much more healthy than theirs, especially when it comes to self-confidence and respect for others.

Needless to say as I grew older a lot of things changed as I physically and mentally matured. Like most every girl, I went through the natural progression of curiosity, masturbation, and oral sex. When I was eighteen I had sex for the first time with my boyfriend. He was followed by a number of boys. Most of the time it was just oral sex, but I enjoyed fucking as much as the next girl and indulged in more than my fair share of it.

Naturally, my parents knew about everything I did along the way and in fact, they generally encouraged me to take advantage of the opportunities of adolescence and enjoy myself. My mom especially loved to sit in bed next to me after I came home from a hot date and listen to me as I would describe every detail of what the guy had done to me – and me to him. I’m not sure who got turned on more during those special mother-daughter times – her listening to how her little girl was fucked her boyfriends or me telling her about it and watching her reactions. It wasn’t unusual for her to leave after I was through and head straight for the drawer next to her bed. If anything, I gave me a thrill to see how much my mom seemed to be reliving her own teen years vicariously through me.

My dad was just as interested in my dates as my mom but he was also very concerned that I took precautions to keep myself safe. Believe it or not, my dad actually preferred that I bring boys home to fuck me because then at least he knew I was OK. I understood that he was just a dad anxious about his little girl so I would leave the door to my bedroom cracked open for him to keep on eye on us, especially when I was with a new boy. It also made me feel more secure knowing that my dad was keeping an eye on things.

Now before you think of me as being totally naïve, of course I knew he also enjoyed watching us and often he would masturbate afterwards. As my mom often reminded me in such circumstances, my dad was also a man and had the same reactions any other man would have seeing two teenagers fucking in bed, even if the girl was his own daughter. Indeed, I would have far more worried if he DIDN’T get turned on!

From eighteen until just after I turned nineteen I fucked a total of six teenage boys plus an older married guy from my dad’s office. During that same time I found that I really enjoyed blowjobs and personally, I felt I had a natural knack for them. Thus while I may have been very selective over whose cock I allowed in my vagina, I did take advantage of every opportunity to suck cock. There is just something about sucking a boy cock, feeling him get hard, and then bringing him to a climax, all with just my mouth, that is exhilarating to me. I was also quite proud of what I felt was a well-deserved reputation among the boys for being the best cocksucker in my school. After all, I worked hard for it – and I deserved it.

I’ve said all of this so far so people would have a better understanding of where I was in my life up to this time and perhaps why things happened the way they did. Now, with all the sexual activity in my life by the time I was only nineteen, I guess it was only natural that my relationships with my parents would change as well…


Chapter 2 – An Attitude Adjustment


One night, a couple of months after my nineteenth birthday, I came home early from a party. It was suppose to be fun but after I got there it turned into a boring evening full of nothing but people standing around smoking and drinking – neither of which I did nor did I enjoy being around such people. The guy who brought me was pretty hot but he soon became so drunk I didn’t even want to suck him, let alone have him fuck me, so in disgust I asked a girlfriend to take me home.

When I walked through the front door I didn’t see my parents nor did I hear the TV down in the basement, so I assumed that my parents must have left for the evening. There wasn’t a note or anything which didn’t surprise me since I was suppose to be home late and that they probably figured that they would be back before then. Once upstairs, I noticed their bedroom was also empty, confirming my theory. Entering my bedroom, I was about to turn on the light when I heard something from outside my window.

Our bedrooms are on the second floor and mine overlooks the back deck which includes a large hot tub. Peeking out the window between the drawn blinds, I couldn’t believe my eyes – my parents were both in the hot tub. Now that in and of itself wasn’t unusual as we definitely got our money’s worth from that hot tub. What WAS surprising though, was that they were going at it like two horny teenagers in heat! Needless to say, they were both completely naked with my dad seated on an edge while my mom was underwater except for her head and shoulders which were between his legs as she sucked his hardened cock!

It was not the first time by any means I’d seen my dad with an erection but it WAS the first time I saw my mom sucking it. I smiled to myself as my mom demonstrated some pretty impressive cocksucking skills. Obviously she’d had lots of practice! Her face was buried in my Dad’s wet crotch and she was taking all of his wonderful cock in her mouth. From the look on my Dad’s face he was enjoying it immensely! His hands were on her head, pulling it into him, forcing himself deeper down her throat.

Instinctively I turned away out of respect for their privacy. As I said, my parents were open about almost every area of their lives except for their lovemaking which had always been something special that they reserved for just between the two of them. The only problem was that I couldn’t help myself – something inside me seemed to be compelling me to watch them. I turned back to the window and looked down at them as they began to make passionate love, my mom in a doggie position with her hands on the edge and her butt facing my dad as he banged her hard from the rear. I couldn’t quite see him penetrating her, but the motions they were making were unmistakable.

After a while they reversed positions to where she was seated with her legs spread wide open while he moved in between them. My mom used her fingers to push aside her matted wet pubic hair. Watching him approach her I stared, afraid that if I blinked even once I might miss something. My mom used her hand to skillfully guide my dad’s cock into her cunt. I drew in a sharp breath as for the first time in my life I saw him penetrate her with his cock. She threw her head back and arched her back as he thrust himself into her.

There was a tingle in my cunt as I imagined how my mom must be feeling at that moment, feeling her hungry cunt being filled by her lover’s swollen cock. I watched intently as my dad fucked my mom over and over, including several positions I’d never tried. The more I watched the more I was realized that I was getting incredibly turned on! To my astonishment, my cunt was getting warmer by the second and my mouth was dry like a desert. It didn’t help either that I hadn’t been fucked tonight the way I had expected to be. Stupid boy friend! I wonder if he had any idea how horny I was tonight and how badly I’d wanted him to fuck me? In any case, seeing my parents making love brought out all the horniness that had been building up in me during the course of the evening.

Suddenly the most astonishing realization struck me. It was as if in the blink of an eye something just clicked inside of me, like a switch that had laid dormant all my life but was suddenly turned on. I couldn’t believe it. Oh my god, for the first time in my life I was feeling a genuine sexual attraction to my own parents! Sure there had been times I might get horny seeing my dad jerking his cock, especially when he would cum and spray all over himself but it was more that it reminded me of being laid by my boyfriend, not my dad jerking off. Masturbating with you mother is a great way to spend an evening, but it’s not like we even touched each other – or even mentioned it.

My mind churned as I started to think about how in recent years that my dad was getting an erection more and more often when he saw me nude or playing with myself, or at least he wasn’t hiding it as much as he use to. Until now I was appreciative (and a little amused) that he was turned on by me yet I knew deep down that it meant nothing more to him personally then when he would get horny from some anonymous slut in a dirty video. It couldn’t have been ME, his daughter, that he was getting hard thinking about, it was the “girl” he saw. In a way, I guess you could say I considered myself a facilitator, not a participant, of my dad’s sexual fantasies. That’s a LONG was from having sex with him!

Watching my parents making love for the first time in my life, I realized that what I was feeling now was something entirely new for me, something I’d never even fantasized about let alone hope would come true. It was a little unsettling even as for the first time in my life, I was being turned on by watching a cock that wasn’t just some boyfriend or a boy making a move on me, it was my DAD’S cock that I was thinking about. It’s hard to describe my feelings then. It wasn’t that knot I get in my stomach when I see a boy’s nice cock and I want it so bad I could scream. This was something I’d never experienced before. I wanted my dad to do the same thing to me that he was doing for my mother. Just as he was showing my mother his love to her as her husband, I wanted him to show his love for me as my father. I wanted to please him in the same way I cold tell that my mother was pleasing him. I wanted to be the best daughter I could possibly be for him, attending to his needs and desires as I knew only I could do. I wasn’t horny for my dad, not that way at all. I wanted to be closer to him, to share myself with him. I wanted the security of his love and respect for me, demonstrated to me in a way only a father can do for his daughter.

Of course, no matter how you view the emotional implications, in the end it was still SEX that I was thinking about, sex with my DAD. As much as I felt these new feelings in me, there was still a part of me that was shocked beyond words that I could even be thinking this way. Like, what kind of kinky, perverted girl would want to suck her own father’s cock? Even worse, at least so far as my sensibilities went, it wasn’t just a blow job that I was thinking of giving him – I wanted to let him fuck me! Despite my rationalizations that this was a
mother-father thing, not just sex, I still couldn’t help but feeling hot but yet there was this other side of me that was trying to tell me that such feelings were wrong. But yet the more I thought about it the more I had to ask, why? Just because he was my father didn’t mean we couldn’t share our most intimate feelings. So it was incest? So what?

My parents and I had discussed a lot things regarding sex as I grew up but incest was NEVER mentioned. It wasn’t like they didn’t want to talk about it, the subject simply never came up. While my parents had never encouraged anything whatsoever regarding incest, at the same time I don’t remember them once ever coming right out and telling me that it was wrong either. You would think that if they considered it inherently wrong that they would have said something about it, just as they had about other things they didn’t think I should to do.

Sheesh, you can imagine how confused I was at this moment as I grappled with the conflicting feelings that were emerging, feelings that were so new to me yet so incredibly sharp, so overpoweringly strong, I was overwhelmed by them. A part of me was urging me to strip and join them in the hot tub but at the same time,
it scared the heck out of me to think about it. What would they say? Would it repulse them? Would they think I was some kind of pervert? So many things were going through my head that all I could do for the moment was stand there motionless, watch my naked parents below me as they made love.

The more I watched my mom and dad, the hornier I got. Like, who can watch two people they love and adore making love without getting turned on? With each thrust of my father’s cock into my mom’s cunt, I became more and more convinced that I wanted him to do that very same thing to me. As my body instinctively responded, a feeling of lust and desire arose in me that I’d never felt before, at least not in this way. All my life I’d loved my father and would do anything for him. Was this any different? Suddenly I began to understand more about why I was feeling the way I was. I realized that there was something I could give him the nobody else in the world could – his daughter! I always wanted to please my father but I couldn’t help but wonder if he would accept the gift I wanted to give him.

As I stood there by the window, watching them intently, I began to play with myself. My right hand reached under my short skirt and moved aside the skimpy thong I was wearing. My fingers quickly found my swelling clit and then I pressed my middle finger between my cunt lips and up inside of me as I watched my father’s hard cock moving in and out of my mother’s hot hairy cunt. As my finger pushed inside of me, for the first time in my life I imagined it was my father’s cock as he entered me.

It didn’t take long before I was so worked up it was all I could do to not run down there and join them! Eventually my dad came and I watched as he sprayed his cum all over my mom’s face and hair as she stroked his cock with both hands. Using his cock like a squeegee, she wiped as much of it as she could into her mouth and gently sucked him some more as he softened. Oh my god – I came so hard when she did that! My legs felt week and I leaned against the wall to keep my balance as my orgasm swept through me.

All I could think about at that moment was my dad’s cock, how it would feel in me, how it would feel for him to erupt in me and pour his seed into my cunt – his own daughter’s cunt at that. What would it be like to have your own father fuck you? Would he even do it? Had he ever dreamed of fucking his own daughter? Would he want to cum inside of me?

Eventually they kissed passionately for the longest time after which they grabbed their towels and headed back towards the house. Damn, I couldn’t let them know I’d seen them, let alone masturbated as I watched them! Good grief, what would they say if they knew their own daughter had just masturbated while dreaming of having sex with them!?

So much of our relationship was based on trust and mutual respect, especially in dealing with sexual matters, so how could I possibly explain my new feelings for them? Even worse, for my parents making love was something intimate that they had always kept as something special between the two of them and now I had violated that privacy. How could I ask them to trust me if they ever found out what I’d just done? I was no better than a Peeping Tom.

I was in a state of panic as I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them under the bed (where most of my dirty clothes seemed to end up anyway) and slipped under the covers. When they came upstairs to their bedroom, I heard the floorboard squeak outside my door and I knew that someone must be checking out my room.