I've been reading many stories about how young boys seduce their mothers. Simply put, I had not realized that many mothers already think about being with there sons, but are scared or hold back for moral purposes. This got me to thinking: if the number of mothers that, want to, thought about, or hope to, make love to their sons is so high what about fathers and daughters? After musing over the idea I came to my final conclusion, I will test my father.
My first question to be answered is: can an 18-year-old college daughter seduce her 46 year old father. Important to note that my father is a church type man but not what I would call religious, he would however consider an affair with his daughter to have many moral repercussions.
My next question would be: has he thought about sex with his daughter prior to her showing sexual interest in him. Lastly, how far could his daughter push him? Harmless flirtation, kissing, oral, or intercourse; I must know if families really do encounter sexual tension and if it is wrong to act on such actions? I understand the concern for inbreeding genes, mutations and the such. I am not talking about continual incest but rather having a healthy sexual relationship with parents. Not for procreation or to start a new family but for healthy growth and bonding. The reader should note that I am open to getting married and having children, and for health purposes of future generations I do not condone having children as a result of incest. I do understand that often there is zero repercussions to the first or even second generations, however, gene mixing is a part of evolution and is healthy for mankind, I stand behind this.
Can sexual relationships with your parent be healthy? Is it natural? Why does religion repress these feelings? Can these negative feelings be over come? Let me say if you disagree with any form of sexual intimacy between parents and children that you have many logical and well formed arguments to back this stance up. However, I believe that if both (and I do stress both) can have an open sexual relationship with the purpose of growth and love, that it can be healthy for a family to experience such things.
I will not address brother and sister but simply the parent and child. If you stand against me and my test on moral grounds, I ask you to stick by your convictions: I am not saying what I am doing is right or wrong but rather testing the stories I have read and wondering if a healthy medium can be reached. Please be open minded to the story and enjoy my journey. I will try my best to put the story into the narrative without losing the inquisitive voice, for that reason I will inject personal inquires and thoughts as the story progresses. Do enjoy, and let me know your thoughts.
I got back from college later then I thought I would for Christmas break, but I was enjoying my friends and the thought of coming home was not nearly as appeasing as a few more days of general perusing and partying. After being home for about a week I got bored and spent some time reading stories on literotica.
I ran into a fancy of incest stories, sons tempting their reluctant mothers into sexual relationships. I notices often then some mothers wrote stories of being awakened to their own sons. Many mothers inquired to how they had always wanted their sons and never knew the feelings reciprocated. My thoughts then turned to my father. I knew his obvious moral stands on the subject of a sexual based relationship with his daughter, but could these feelings be over come? Had my father thought of me sexually at any time? I had to find out.
My plan: to slowly implant the idea of his daughter as a sexual being, to be taught and nurtured into a sexual world, thus making our sexual relationship a healthy and learning experience for the both of us. I began at breakfast.
My father gets up always before my mother, she is not much of a morning person and he likes to make her some coffee as she begins to wake. Today however, father had made us some breakfast and the smell of burnt toast had already wafted its way up the stairs. My first thought was to come down stairs in a bra and shorts, however, this would leave me rather exposed and my father not thinking of me as a sexual being and only as a daughter would have asked me to simply go change and stop being so revealing, a natural father. Tight lime green short shorts and a tight low cut top, however, would let the man look without the father needing any great suppression. So I pounced down the stairs and greeted my father with a large smile, I grabbed his arm and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
"What is that for, pumpkin?" he asked me.
"Just because I'm home."
"That's nice."
He continued to make eggs and some wishful-thinking-toast. I sat at the table and turned a chair so I could face him. Then I put my elbows on my knees and placed my head into my hands allowing a clear line of sight down my shirt. I asked a few questions about work and he kept on making breakfast, never turning to notice me. After flipping some scrambled eggs onto a plate he walked over to me and set them down on the table, as he came around me I turned to face the table, all the while exposing a line of sight down my shirt. As my father turned to go I noticed his eyes drag from the table to my chest.
"Daddy!" I quickly covered my chest with both arms pulling my B cups closer (not that they needed to look smaller).
"What?"
"You just looked down my shirt."
"I did not." He answered me. Mother came into the room and asked.
"What is going on?"
"Dad looked down my shirt."
"Oh dear, I'm sure he didn't mean to." Mom looked at him and patted him on the chest.
"I'm sorry, if I did, I did not mean to."
I got up as mom went to make herself a plate of breakfast and whispered in my father's ear, "You like what you saw?" I brushed up against him and went to my room.
That morning I took an unusually long shower as to get my father to come up and yell at me. I heard him banging on my room door so I shut the shower off and wrapped myself in an orange towel. I positioned my self so that one leg was up on the toilet exposing to a line of sight the better part of my upper thigh. My father entered my room and asked for me. I didn't answer. I heard him walk around and say again. Then he poked his head around the corner and into my bathroom. I pretended not to notice and looked at my legs as if examining them from shaving.
"Baby?" he asked
I jumped as if startled.
"Oh my God dad! What the hell, you scared the crap out of me." I noticed him looking at my legs. "Need a picture?"
"Oh excuse me. Its just that was an awfully long shower and you know the heating bill. I told you not to take such long showers didn't I?" My father's eyes strafed from mine down to my exposed leg.
"If you were curious about my legs, why not ask? I would have showed you."
"Sorry, I'll leave you be. Next time not so long, ok?"
"Want to feel them?"
"I'm sorry?" he replied.
"They are as smooth as I have ever gotten them." I grabbed his hand and put it on my ankle. "See?" Dad began to move his hand up my leg.
"Yes, you did a nice job Hun." He moved his hand up to my knee and removed it harmlessly.
"Damn first breakfast, now you want a snack huh?" I giggled.
"What?"
"You looked down my shirt at breakfast. Now your looking over my legs. Dad I'm your daughter if you want a good look at me, just ask, don't skirt around with your eyes."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. You did a good job shaving, I'll see you down stairs." He left and I finished preparing myself.
I've noticed that men can't help but look up a skirt when a girl sits. It seems to be natural and the shorter the skirt the more natural it comes. For this reason I found my shortest and most revealing skirt, to go with them, completely unattractive granny-panties. These panties help to poof the skirt out a little bit and leave easy to see traces of what I am wearing underneath, there is little challenge for someone to catch even a glimpse of the light pink undergarment. This combined with a less revealing, but still tight top then that of breakfast, I had my weapons to continue to work on daddy throughout the day.
Later in the day, after dad had got done working outside, he took me to lunch. I hadn't been home and he was curious about college and wanted to just spend sometime with his daughter. We went to McDonalds and had a nice chat. Dad went to pick up our food from the counter and I picked us some spinning seats. I sat first. As I sat I bent over a little extra putting my hands on my hips as if to keep my skirt down. From here I lingered a while with both legs open exposing my crotch to his sight. The exposure was brief but productive, rather then instantly crossing my legs I let the movement take a moment so that I could grab a cheese burger. His eyes glanced down at he showing through panties, and then I closed my legs.
"Need anything daddy?" I asked standing up after grabbing a french fry.
"Ketchup." He replied to me.
I walked over and got a few packets then took a seat again taking some time to close my legs (only slightly longer then before, but long enough to train his eyes) and again I did not tell him about his looking at my silhouetted vagina.
"Oops." I said.
"What?"
"I forgot salt." Up I got to go again, this time returning and leaving my legs so that his stare became obvious. "Daddy, I'm up here."
"Sorry, I was looking at your shoes, they look new."
