An oblivious father learns of his daughter's desire. Thanks to Todger65 for editing.
"You know that she wants to fuck you right?"
Being the typical oblivious husband, I was just a tad confused by my wife's question, "Who wants to what?"
"Your daughter wants to fuck you dear."
You could have knocked me off my favorite lounge chair with a pool noodle, "What the hell honey!"
"It's true, so you might as well get used to it."
I was totally flabbergasted! And confused. Flabbergasted and confused. And aroused. NO! Definitely not aroused. Just the other stuff but not aroused. A father doesn't think of his daughter that way. Fathers protect daughters from guys that want to fuck them. They don't do the fucking. Even if the daughter is eighteen and has a beautiful ripe young body that looks so very touchable, and lickable, and fuckable. I felt the swelling begin in my swim trunks. My guilt wasn't near strong enough to fight off the image of my daughter.
My amazing wife Sara smiled at me, "I can see from the swelling in your trunks that inside you don't find the idea nearly as bad as your dad personality tells you too.
"Do yourself a favor and put away your dad personality. You don't need it anymore. Your little girl is an adult now. Just be careful with her."
Ok, now my flabbergast was flabbergasted, "You actually think that I will have sex with Beth, my own daughter?"
"I expect that our daughter is going to seduce you and when she does you need to be the best lover you can."
Well, that clarified everything, "I find it hard to believe that you would condone my screwing another woman, let alone our own daughter."
She smiled mischievously, "You would be surprised what I would not only condone, but also encourage."
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I walked away that afternoon still not sure if my wife was just fucking with my head or if there was some truth to what she was saying. I couldn't quite convince myself that this wasn't some elaborate trap designed by a woman so that a man could make an utter fool out of himself. Not that I needed a lot of help in that regard. My obliviousness is legendary.
Still, I had to get my head around my attraction to my daughter. Was it even remotely acceptable for a father to be sexually attracted to his progeny? It was a moral dilemma that I wrestled with. Not to mention the whole cheating on the wife part of the equation. Although, my wife had acted not only good with it, but encouraging of it.
I found it all very confusing, so I went with the basics. I love my wife and I love my daughter. Nothing I do is ever intended to hurt them. I want to bring happiness to them as much as is humanly possible. And while I am about it, fuck those people who judge what two grown adults do together. I wasn't planning on broadcasting our family matters anyway.
At this point I realized that I was moving toward accepting the idea that I might have sexual relations with my daughter. I must admit I got very hard in that moment. I was no longer very much concerned about the whole incest thing. My concern was Sara and Beth's happiness. I decided to be the passenger on this crazy train and let them decide what the stops along the way would be. I wouldn't pursue anything. If it happened, it happened.
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Friday evening, I was lounging on the couch in front of the television when Beth came into the room and joined me. We often laid on the couch together, but I would be experiencing it with newly opened eyes on this night. Usually, she snuggled against me and drew her legs up. It was almost like we were spooning but our groins weren't touch. I had never thought about it as a sexual thing before. It was just snuggling. Maybe that would be all it was this evening as well.
Then again, maybe not. Beth didn't draw her legs up. She laid on the couch pressed against me, and I could feel her ass against my groin. She pulled my arm around her, squishing her breasts against it. I could feel her nipples rubbing against my arm through the thin cloth of her nightgown.
I felt blood beginning to rush where I didn't want it to and quickly focused on the television, hoping for a distraction. She took the remote and found us a movie to watch. It helped settle me and get my mind out of the gutter. That is until she decided to begin rubbing her ass against me. Oh, it started out innocently enough, just an accidental rubbing while reacting to a scene in the movie. It wasn't long before it became obvious that Beth was finding a lot of reasons to 'accidentally' rub my cock with her ass. The results were predictable.
I had a choice, make my daughter move or rub my now rigid cock against her ass. She helped me decide when she again pressed her ass hard against my erection. I wasn't going to make Beth move. If it made her happy to rub her ass against my erection, then I was going to let her. It certainly made my cock happy!
Between wiggles of her cute little butt, I asked her, "Where's your mom?"
"She's laying in bed reading. She said a little father-daughter alone time was in order."
We laid there for a while and during a gap in the action she turned her head toward me, "Dad, uhm, I was wondering if you would mind kissing me?"
Mister oblivious said, "Sure." And gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"That was nice dad but not what I meant. I mean a romantic kiss. I want to know how a real men kiss. All I know is young guys and I think something is missing. Would you mind?"