Chapter 7
The majority of incestuous relations occur between fathers and daughters. To understand why, we must examine the relationship between the two closely.
The father is the first male that a baby girl comes in contact with. From him she bases her whole concept of what men should be like. If the two have a good, but not possessive relationship, the girl will grow up able to form strong attachments to other men. However, if the relationship is too close the girl may grow up comparing every man she meets to her father and find all the other men lacking.
It is considered normal for a young girl to find her father sexually stimulating. Young girls are often heard saying that when they grow up they will marry their fathers. In time, the girl should begin to identify more with her mother and begin to draw away from her father. If she stays at the level of maturity which demands that she want her father for a husband or lover the situation can be ripe for incest.
If the father has a good relationship with his wife there is little chance for an incestuous situation to develop. But when a man is sexually deprived and has a seductive young girl around for comfort he may, and sometimes does, take advantage of the situation.
CASE HISTORY
Paul R. had been having intercourse regularly with Helen, his daughter, for three years. At the time their affair began Paul was thirty-seven and Helen fifteen.
Paul had married early. He had met Monica in high school and they had gone steady for two years before they married. Paul's first reaction to Monica was that she was the sexiest girl he had ever seen. He wanted to date her very badly and succeeded.
After a few dates and short goodnight kisses, Paul learned that Monica considered herself a nice girl and that sex was out of the question. When they were beginning to get serious Monica would permit mild petting and let Paul see the lovely orbs of her breasts once in a while. Thinking that things would be different after they were married, Paul was satisfied.
On their wedding night Paul made every possible effort to arouse his bride. He kissed her long and passionately, running his tongue in and out of her soft lips. His hands roamed all over her body, caressing her melon-shaped breasts until her nipples stood out proud and wide.
He sucked on her tits until his mouth was aching and his prick throbbed with pain and pleasure. In spite of all this Monica lay back on the bed stiffly. She couldn't give in to the passions that should have been flooding her soft body with desire.
"Paul, I'm sorry, I can't help it. Just take me and get it over with. I don't mind, really I don't. I want to be a good wife to you."
"Darling, just relax. I want you to enjoy it, to want it just as much as I do."
"You know women don't enjoy things like this. So please get it over with."
Paul's prick was hard and throbbing. He fingered Monica's cunt and found that it was soft and warm and sweet. He didn't want to hurt her but the agony was becoming too much. He climbed on top of her and slowly inserted his cock into her pussy. She let out a scream as he plunged it all the way in, unable to stop himself. It felt so good, so warm and soft that he just couldn't wait to get it all inside her.
As he began to move his prick slowly up and down on her tight quim he felt her entire body tense up in resistance. His mind wanted to stop but his body sped him on, making him move harder and faster. Giving thought to nothing but the pleasure that was coming from his cock buried in her hot snatch he drove his cock in and out of her as hard and fast as he could. He wanted the release that would come.
Monica remained still, wondering just how anyone could enjoy what Paul was doing to her. She felt violated, as though her body didn't belong to her but to a savage beast who took it forcefully. After only a few minutes he came, flooding her cunt with a rush of hot cream. Monica lay back and relaxed, relieved that it was over.
"Honey, believe me," Paul said, "It will get better. Don't worry about a thing—soon you'll want it just as much as I do."
Monica gave a sleepy nod and fell asleep, knowing that it wouldn't get better and that she would have to put up with it for the rest of her life.
Although Paul worked hard, he could never manage to get Monica excited. No matter how long he played with her clit and rubbed her breasts it was the same thing over and over again. After several years of marriage he finally stopped trying. Sex became an infrequent occurrence. When he did fuck her, he didn't even bother with any kind of foreplay. He used her body like an animal. Rather than being upset by this, Monica was glad. She wanted to do her wifely duty but was just as glad that he got it over with in a hurry.
Paul saw attractive girls at work and often thought about starting an affair. But something always held him back. The girls knew that he was married and didn't encourage him so that was the end of it.
When Helen was born, Paul felt as though he could somehow start all over again. His daughter looked like his wife in a softer version. He was crazy about his daughter and took her everywhere he could. At first, Monica tried to keep Paul from spoiling the little girl.
"Look, you can't give her every blessed thing she asks for. It's not good for her. When she grows up she's going to find out that Daddy isn't always going to be around. She'll have to deal with other people and you aren't helping a bit."
"Who the hell are you to talk? Do you think the way you were brought up was so fucking perfect? Hell, you're so damned repressed and frigid that I sometimes wonder just how you ever got pregnant."
"Don't I let you climb on top of me every damned time you ask me too? What more do you want?"
"Sure, and it's great fun. You lay there and close your eyes till it's all over and then give a sigh of relief. You don't have any idea what sex means or what pleasure means. I don't want my daughter turning out like you."
"What do you want her to do? Turn into a little tramp who chases every man in pants? Is that what you want?"
"You lay off me, you hear? So what if I have fun with Helen? I sure don't get any from you."
Monica wanted to fight back but found that she couldn't. She knew that she wasn't satisfying her husband and felt guilty about it. She finally decided it was better that Paul got pleasure from his child than from another woman.
As the years passed, the house seemed more like an armed camp than a family. All the fighting had dissolved into an uneasy truce. Paul and Monica were polite to each other but that was all. Sex had gone completely out of their lives.
The only joy Paul got was from Helen, who was growing more beautiful each day. By the time she was fifteen Helen's body was that of a mature woman. Her breasts were large and well shaped, jutting out with the upward firmness of her youth. She was at her full height and her legs were long and shapely. Pimply faced boys her own age asked her for dates but she always refused.
For as long as she could remember Helen had been passionately in love with her father. He was her absolute ideal and she wouldn't settle for anything less. She first discovered the well of passion within her body when Paul explained sex to her. She was about thirteen at that time and her mother wouldn't answer any of her questions.
As Paul explained how the penis slid into the vagina Helen's eyes went down to her father's prick. She began to imagine how it would feel to have his cock slide deep inside her. She had fingered herself often by then and had felt vaguely dissatisfied. At last she understood why—her fingers were much too small.
"Sex is a very beautiful thing between a man and a woman. It should be a deep, meaningful expression of their love for each other and they should both want it very much. There are people who believe that women aren't meant to enjoy it but that isn't true."
"Does mother enjoy it?" Helen had overheard so many arguments between her parents that she wasn't sure just what to think.
"No, she doesn't. It's not her fault or mine. It was the way she was brought up. That's why I'm trying to explain things to you differently, so that when the time comes you won't have her hangups."
"But isn't it awfully hard on you? Her not enjoying it, I mean."
"Oh, it was in the beginning. But sex isn't that important to me anymore. I have you and you make me very happy." With that, Paul gave her a big hug.
As Helen felt her father's arms go around her, she wanted to hold him tight so that her body could be close to his. She loved her father and at that moment she knew that she wanted him. And she made up her mind then and there that some day she would make up for her mother in every way she knew how.
From then on, Helen daydreamed about her father constantly. She imagined that his arms were around her and his lips were fastened on hers. His hands eagerly explored every inch of her body until they were both filled with an overwhelming passion. Her father ripped off her clothes and mounted her, thrusting his prick deep inside her body. And she always loved it.
When Helen was fifteen, her mother had to go to the hospital to have an operation. Monica told Paul to hire a housekeeper for the two weeks she would be gone but Helen intervened.
"Mother, you don't need to do that. Now that school is out I can take care of the house and cook. Oh, please let me try. It would be a real blast." As soon as she realized it would be fun and not a chore for her daughter, Monica agreed.
On the first night of her mother's absence, Helen spent the whole day preparing a delicious dinner. Just before her father was home, she slipped into her bikini. She would tell him that it was just too hot to wear anything more.
When Paul first opened the door, he didn't recognize his daughter. He knew she was maturing but he had not expected her full breasts and lush curves. As he watched her for a second, he felt his cock begin to stir. He felt like telling her to go put some clothes on but restrained himself. He didn't want to embarrass her or act unnatural in any way.
After the meal was over, Paul settled down in his favorite chair and began to look over the newspaper. After a few moments he was interrupted.
"Daddy, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure, honey," he said, putting the paper down. Helen climbed into his lap, settling down so that her ripe, melon-shaped tits were only a few inches from his face.
"Daddy, I just want you to know that I love you very much. More than anyone in the whole world. And I always will love you, too."
"That's very sweet of you but one of these days you'll meet a nice boy who will take my place. You'll see."
"Please don't talk to me like I was a child. Look at me! I'm a woman and I know what I want. No other man could make me feel the way you do. Look at my body and tell me that you don't want me.
"Helen, you're my daughter. You don't know what you're saying."
"I know exactly what I'm saying. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your prick hard and deep inside my snatch. I want us to have the kind of sex you told me about, meaningful and wonderful. I love you and I want you. Forget I'm your daughter and just look at me. You want me, you know you do. So why not do it?"
"But darling, you are still my daughter. What you are suggesting would be incest. And what about your mother?"
"Oh, shit, what makes incest so wrong? There are places all over the world where it's perfectly normal. Even encouraged. And Mom, well what does she have to do with us? You don't love her, you love me. And I can give you something she can't—a willing body. I'm taking the pill so nothing bad could happen. Oh, it would be so good. But wait—look at me, all of me and tell me you don't want to fuck me."
At that, Helen jumped up and took off her bikini. She held her perfect tits and walked towards her father.
"Look at them, just look. Have you ever seen a sexier pair of boobs in your life? And they're all yours. All you have to do is take them in your hand, suck on them with your mouth, bite into them with your teeth. Every inch of me is yours to do with what you like. Please, you can't imagine how much I want you inside me."
She took his hand in hers and ran it across her breast. At the first touch her nipple became erect and she put it between his fingers. Like a man in a daze he rubbed it and rolled it around between his fingers. His other hand found the other breast and rubbed that too.
"Oh, it's so good, it feels so good," she moaned. "Oh, I just love it. I can feel my cunt creaming up already. Oh, I love you so much and your hands make me feel so good. Don't stop, don't ever stop. Just keep on touching me forever."
Helen quickly undressed him and ran her hands up and down his body. By then, Paul was beyond controlling his emotions. His cock was thick and hard and he knew he wanted the lovely girl who was seducing him.
She bent down slowly and touched his prick, marveling at the hardness and the size. It felt warm and she wanted it inside her body. Taking her father by the hand, she led him upstairs to her bedroom.
They lay down on the bed and kissed passionately, tongues whipping in and out of each others' mouths. Paul kissed Helen's receptive body all over, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. He wrapped his lips around her distended nipples and sucked them hard. Every once in a while he took her tit between his lips and sunk his teeth into the softness of her flesh. Helen moaned louder, telling him that she loved everything he was doing to her.
Paul's hands crept further down along the sensuous curves of her body until he felt the curly hair around her cunt. He touched it gently and then started to explore the sweetness within. He touched her flesh and found it was warm and very wet. He felt his way around until he found her clit. As soon as his fingers brushed against it it came to life. It rose up out of the surrounding pinkness, a small purple staff throbbing with passion and desire.
Helen was tossing on the bed, trying hard to keep still. It all felt so wonderful to her, even better than her wildest dreams. She loved the tingling feeling in her tits that was working its way all through her body. As her father played with her cunt and clit she thought how much better it felt when he was doing it.
The pleasure began to ache as her pussy got creamier. She could feel herself opening up, making her feel like a big hole only waiting for something to fill it. She took Paul's cock in her hand and rubbed it softly for a few seconds. Then she slowly led it down towards her expectant pussy.
His first thrust was gentle since he didn't want to hurt her. He thought back to his wedding night and half expected a flood of tears. Instead, he was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure. He pushed his cock in to the hilt and held it steady for a minute, giving Helen a chance to adjust. He felt her warmth surround him and drag him in deeper inside of her.
He started working in and out, hating every second when his prick wasn't engulfed in her. Helen lay back with her eyes half-closed, loving the feeling of having her cunt full with her father's hard prick. She started to move with him, meeting his thrusts head on. She raised her legs higher and wound them around his back, hugging him and holding him close with every fiber of her body.
Paul worked faster and harder, knowing that after such a long abstinence he couldn't last very long. He went up and down and 'round and 'round inside her damp cavern until neither of them could breathe. After a few extra hard thrusts, he came, shooting a large amount of cream deep inside her. He held steady as he let his manhood pour into her and then collapsed on top of her.
When Helen felt the first spurt of jism, she let any inhibitions she had left fly out the window. As her cunt tightened hold on his prick and began to squeeze it she didn't realize just what was happening. All she knew was her cunt was sending the most wonderful shivers up and down her body. Since she couldn't control the wild spasms she just lay back and enjoyed them.
After a few minutes of kissing and cuddling, Paul's mind snapped back and he became more aware of what he had done. His guilt overwhelmed him and Helen soon realized that he was disturbed.
"Daddy, please talk to me. I love you so much. And it's all right. You love me too. So don't feel guilty. You need me, you know you do. And you want me. You liked fucking me, didn't you? I liked it too. And that's all there is to it."
"But Helen, you're my daughter. I shouldn't even want to fuck you, much less actually do it. My God, if anyone found out do you know what would happen?"
"No one is going to find out anything about it. Daddy, don't you see? You've wasted so much of your life being faithful to mother for no reason at all. She doesn't want you and I do. We can't hurt her because she'll never find out."
"I'm sorry dear, but I was brought up to think that something like this is one of the most horrible sins. You're only fifteen."
"Let's keep age out of it. I'm a woman. More of a woman than mother ever was." Helen could see that her talking wasn't convincing her father so she took his limp cock in her hand and ran her fingers up and down the shaft. After a few strokes she could feel the tension build up as his cock grew longer and began to thicken. Paul tried to protest but Helen covered his mouth with hers and kissed him hard, running her tongue in and out of his mouth. He tried not to respond but Helen's fingers on his cock were too much for him.
As Helen felt the prick growing in her hand her pussy started to cream up again, getting ready for him. She waited until his cock was hard and throbbing and then mounted him. She knew that he had had no variety before and wanted to give him everything she could.
Her father gave her a surprised look as she slowly eased herself down, impaling herself on his rod. She held onto his shoulders with her hands and moved up and down on him. It took her a few minutes to get the knack but after that she rode him hard and fast.
Paul couldn't believe what was happening. In spite of all his good intentions he was fucking his daughter again. Or rather, she was fucking him. All the same, he loved it. As she slid up and down his pole he took her breasts in his hands and massaged them. Then he let go and just watched the two mountains bob up and down in front of his face.
As she worked faster, Paul felt his cock begin to quiver. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and held her down while his cream poured into her. She gave a sharp cry and collapsed on top of him, her cunt grabbing his prick as hard as she could.
When they awoke the next morning, Paul found his daughter curled in his arms. On the way to work, Paul thought about the situation. He realized that Helen wasn't going to let him stop. No matter what good thoughts he had they all evaporated at the sight and feel of her young body. He finally decided that perhaps incest wasn't wrong after all. By the time he arrived at work he knew that there was no turning back. He also realized that once Monica returned from the hospital things would be more difficult. He asked his boss for a two-week vacation and got it.
For the next two weeks, Paul and Helen hardly got out of bed. They visited Monica every day and she didn't sense any kind of change. But the rest of the time they spent making love. They tried every conceivable position and deviation and found they loved all of it. Helen especially loved it when Paul would get down between her legs and eat her cunt.
When Monica got home from the hospital Paul rented a one-room apartment on the other side of town. He and his daughter meet there whenever they can to make love.
Oddly enough, since the incestuous affair began, their home has been much happier. Paul no longer cares if Monica has a sex drive or not, which makes things easier on her.
It is impossible to predict what will happen to them. They often discuss moving far away and pretending to be married. There is, of course, always a chance that Helen will eventually become attracted to another man, marry and raise a family. If that happens, the man will undoubtedly resemble her father.