Daddy, I want to have your baby!
By Darius Thornhill
My 19-year-old daughter Lucy, well stepdaughter really, was sitting astride me as my cock softened inside her. It was a warm afternoon, and we had just had a long, slow luxurious after-lunch love making session on the shady patio bed in our back garden.
"What!" I exclaimed. "You're not serious?"
"Of course I am," she said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Lucy! You can't mean that. I'm your father!"
"Well, you are my daddy... my very special daddy... but you're not my actual biological father -- although I wish you were!" She shrugged with an accepted resignation at the truth of our relationship.
And it was true. I wasn't her 'real' father. She had never known her actual father as he disappeared from the scene when she was just a baby. Her mother and I had met when she was a few months old so we had always lived as a family. I had been her father, and she had always known me as 'daddy' even when in her early teens we had explained the situation to her.
So how did I come to be having sex with my lovely stepdaughter that afternoon?
Well, she had, as a younger child always been cuddly and loved nothing more than to curl up close to her mother and me or in our laps. She was like this until she was an early teenager when she became a bit shy of her developing body and was navigating her way through growing up into a young woman. Things changed a few months after she turned 18.
I noticed that she was suddenly more physical with me that she had been for years. She would squeeze me and kiss me on the cheek when we met after we'd been apart for a day. I was increasingly conscious that as she pressed against me her breasts were crushed firmly against my chest. Her breasts are not huge but they felt very firm.
Then I noticed that she was wearing less and less around the house when her mother wasn't at home. Skimpy, bum-hugging shorts and cropped tops that showed off her smooth belly. She often surprised me when she was leaving the bathroom covered only by a short towel wrapped around her.
Then one day I walked past her open bedroom door and saw the back view of her panty clad bottom. I did a double take and only then noticed that she could clearly see me in the mirror. As her eyes met mine she wiggled her bottom and smiled a cheeky grin. I must have gone bright red and in a hoarse voice suggested that she keep her door shut in future while she was changing.
"But I wasn't changing daddy." she called after me.
My mind was in a turmoil. Her phrase 'I wasn't changing daddy' went round and round in my head. She had showed me her almost naked body. She had wanted me to see her. She had deliberately waggled her neat little arse at me. What was she thinking? This was wrong, very wrong. What was I thinking? I had to admit that I had reacted to the view like any red-blooded male would -- my heart had gone 'thump', and something had stirred in my pants.
Good grief! I was reacting sexually to my own daughter. I wasn't sure how to handle this situation apart from chastising myself and telling myself not to react to my teenage daughter obviously having a bit of fun teasing her poor dad.
Over the next few weeks, she became more and more provocative, very obviously flirting with me. She would reach over the dining table showing off her bum and long legs. She revealed her cleavage by leaving most of her blouse buttons undone. While lying on the sofa, apparently watching TV, she would 'absent mindedly' part her thighs to show me her white panties and her fine-looking pubic mound. She took every opportunity to tease me.
She was certainly doing a good job of confusing me. It came to a head one evening when she appeared downstairs 'to get a drink' wearing her skimpiest panties yet and a bra that only just covered her nipples.
"Lucy! Put some clothes on," I chastised her gently.
"I am wearing clothes." she replied grinning at me.
"Not enough!"
"Boring!" she giggled, then flounced up the stairs wiggling her bottom at me as she went.
What was I to do? I had to act but couldn't think how to handle this delicate situation. I felt I had to tell my wife and ask her advice. We had a very strong relationship and could discuss anything so one night as we settled into bed, I told her about what Lucy was doing to me.
There was a long silence during which I worried that she would get mad and blame me. But I should have trusted her. She asked me to go through again what Lucy was doing and as I described it to her my wife's hand found my cock and oh dear! It was semi erect.
"Well!" she said. "That answers one thing at least. She turns you on!"
"Of shit!" I'm sorry." I apologised.
"You don't need to be sorry. It's hardly your fault. Lucy is being a little minx. I suspect she knows exactly what she's doing. And I know you're a very attractive man, so I'm not surprised at how Lucy feels about you. Now I need to think this through and while I'm thinking you can deal of this erection by sticking it into my cunt where it belongs and fucking my brain into gear." My wife has a way with words when she's feeling horny.
Afterwards as we lay close and facing each other she kissed me lovingly.
"I don't think she's practicing on you for other guys because she hasn't shown an interest in anybody else. I think that Lucy is teasing you with a purpose in mind. If I know my daughter -- and I'm pretty sure I do - what she wants is to be fucked by you." Then she added "And I wouldn't mind if you did."
"What? I exclaimed, my brain tripping over my thoughts. "She wants to...You wouldn't... but, but... she's... my daughter!"
"She's my daughter too and I think I know how she feels. She loves you. She trusts you and you obviously turn her on. I'm pretty sure she's still a virgin. She could have any man, but it seems she's chosen you."
"But I can't. It could be disastrous. It could wreck our marriage... our lives... her life!"
"Listen you silly man. Nothing is going to pull us apart. We all love each other and care deeply for each other. You and her love each other and I trust you both. It would work out just fine. Besides," she hesitated. "It makes me wet to think about you two fucking!"
"You really mean that don't you? You really want me to have sex with my own daughter?"
"Yes, but only if you want too of course. It must be mutual."
Did I want to make love with Lucy? I examined my own feelings:
Well, she is very sexy.
I am attracted to her 'like that'.
She does seem to want me.
She's a virgin so I could introduce her very gently to the joys of intimacy.
My wife didn't mind -- in fact she wanted me to.
Slowly my resistance crumbled as I became more excited at the idea of giving in to Lucy's desires... and mine too.
"Well OK then," I said. "Suppose for the sake of argument, theoretically speaking, I did want to. What should I do?"
"Do what you always do with her -- talk to her and encourage her to tell you honestly and openly how she feels. Then tell her honestly how you feel about her and what she wants."
And so it was decided.
One afternoon, when my wife had conveniently agreed to be out of the house tending to our garden. I tapped lightly on Lucy's bedroom door. It swung open to reveal my daughter lying on her bed wearing just her bra and panties.
She giggled as I came into her room.
"Hello daddy," she said with a perky smile. "Are you going to tell me to put more clothes on?"
"No, not this time."
"Oh! Am I in trouble?"
"No more than usual!" I joked. "I'd like to talk to you if that's OK.
"Of course it's OK." She shuffled sideways to make room on her bed, but I chose to sit on a chair facing her. She looked a little disappointed.
