All little girls dream of growing up and marrying their daddies. For most, it's a dream that dies unfulfilled, usually following the death of the dream of being a prima ballerina. For me, the dream of marrying my father didn't die; it became a joyous reality.
My mother died of cancer when I was twelve, leaving Daddy to raise me by himself.
When I went through puberty and had my first period, it was Daddy who explained things to me
and bought me feminine hygiene products. He was the best mother a girl could hope of having.
Since Daddy worked, I took to keeping house. I was essentially a teen-age housewife, cooking
and cleaning and stuff, but it wasn't until I was eighteen and a senior in high school that I began doing the "stuff".
Daddy and I were lying in his bed watching a horror movie.
It was something we used to do when my mother was still alive; we'd all climb into bed and watch movies all night.
Well, anyway, I was snuggled up close to Daddy with his arm around my shoulder so I could scream and hid my face in his chest during the scary parts. After the first video, Daddy slipped another tape into
the VCR. It was a boring foreign film with subtitles, but instead of going to my own bed,
I just curled up next to Daddy and went to sleep.
I don't know how long I was asleep, but I was awakened by a
soft, moaning sound - a woman's moans. I opened my eyes to see
my mother's naked body on the television screen. She looked so
beautiful, lying naked in front of the fireplace in our living
room. I was a little shocked at seeing her working a large
dildo between her legs. Daddy sat on the edge of the bed,
enraptured. "Daddy, what's that?" I asked innocently, causing
my father to jump and turn off the video, replacing my mother's
naked splendor with hissing snow.
"Nothing," Daddy said nervously, looking guiltily at me. "Just
go back to sleep."
"Was that Mommy?" I asked with just enough longing in my voice.
Daddy sighed heavily and admitted that it was. "Please put it
back on, Daddy! I want to see Mommy again." After a few
minutes of protest, Daddy turned the video back on as I moved to
sit by his side.
My mother filled the screen again, as naked as before and still
using the monster-sized dildo. "She's so beautiful," I said in
awe.
"Isn't she?" Daddy agreed. "I could always tell when she got
off because she glowed." We watched in silence as Mommy enjoyed
herself. She traded the large dildo for a slim vibrator, then
got on all fours and worked it into her anus.
I looked down at Daddy's crotch and could easily see the lump
of his erection. I snuggled up close to him; he shied away at
first, but soon put his arm around me. I laid my head on
Daddy's shoulder as we watched my mother fuck herself in the ass
with the vibrator and reach around to stimulate her own
clitoris. Mother's moaning turned into screams of pleasure as
she climaxed numerous times. Then she collapsed in a quivering
heap, her legs twitching as her orgasm rocked through her, the
vibrator still embedded in her anal passage.
Daddy walked into the picture, just as naked as Mommy, and I
gasped as I saw Daddy's rock hard cock sticking straight out
from his crotch. He kneeled down next to Mommy and pulled the
vibrator from her ass, replacing it with his tongue. My mother
sighed on the screen as my father reamed her asshole, lathering
it with lots of spit. Daddy then mounted her from behind and
fucked her in the ass.
What a sight! Most children only catch fleeting glimpses of
their parents making love; the creak of bedsprings late at
night, the flash of naked flesh in the dark. Here I was sitting
with my father watching him sodomize my mother in Technicolor
and Dolby Surround Sound.
Daddy's hand had slipped down to cover one of my breasts
through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I could easily feel the
rough calluses of his palm against my hard nipple through the
cotton. I dropped my own hand through the slit of his pajamas
and felt his cock. It was warm and pulsing in my fingers and as
hard as granite. I squeezed it and Daddy groaned. I lightly
kissed the crook of his neck as he squeezed my booby. I could
feel myself growing wet with desire, and I wanted nothing more
than for Daddy to fuck me hard like he did to Mommy.
I turned Daddy's face toward mine and kissed him, not like a
daughter, but like a woman. I moved my tongue over the
razor-sharp edges of Daddy's teeth, and he crushed me to his
body, fiercely. He broke the kiss, looking both frightened and
scared at my boldness and his own desire. "Carolyn, we can't do
this. I'm your father! It isn't right," he said, his voice
heavy.
"It is right, Daddy," I countered. "I love you and no one
else. I want to be the woman to take Mommy's place in your
life. That's all I ever wanted." Even I was surprised by my
words. i never realized how much I really did love my father.
Of course, over the years when I masturbated, I fantasized it
was my father's finger that stroked my cunt and clit, but all
girls have such fantasies about their fathers. It was then that
I realized that cooking his meals and ironing his shirts wasn't
fulfilling my need of doing for him. I want to be his "wife",
to replace the wife he had lost so unfairly, and in those duties
to share my father's bed.
Timidly, Daddy removed my top, freeing my small, apple-shaped
breasts. He squeezed them in his big, meaty construction
worker's hands and the nipples popped up like champagne corks.
he took one between his teeth and nibbled it as I worked to free
his cock from under the elastic of his bottoms. As Daddy sucked
my tits and I massaged his cock, I watched as my parents fucked
on the television screen. Daddy was pounding away at my
mother's upturned ass, and had a fistful of her hair tightly in
his hand. I could feel the pussy juice from my cunt sliding
down the insides of my thighs. I was so horny, and I
desperately wanted to feel a cock in my pussy for the first time.
"Oh, Daddy," I moaned as my father rubbed between my thighs.
"Make love to me, please!" My father laid me out on the bed and
pulled off my pajamas, which were quickly followed by my
panties. I looked up in anticipation as Daddy lowered his own
bottoms. I was fascinated by the long, thick cock which stood
out from between his legs, right above the large, heavy sac of
his testicles. There was a moment of trepidation on my part as
I thought about that massive organ trying to burrow its way into
my as-yet-unexplored love tunnel. I mean that until this point
the largest thing that had ever penetrated my cunt had been two
of my own slim fingers.
Daddy got on the bed and smoothly spread my legs. He dipped
his head to my dark-patched vee and licked me from my asshole to
my clit in one slow slurp. My whole body shook as I orgasmed
onto my father's tongue. Daddy then took my love-bud into his
mouth and sucked it like a miniature cock. My hips bucked off
the bed as I enjoyed the electric sensations my father's mouth
was producing in my pussy. It felt so good I wanted him to push
his whole head inside of me.
As it was, Daddy had so orally stimulated me that I felt not
the slightest fear as he hovered over me and wedged himself
between my thighs. All I felt was a maddening desire for my
daddy to fuck me and make me his woman in every sense of the
word. I wanted him to take my cherry and make love to me like
he did with my mother. I felt the tip of Daddy's cock rubbing
along the length of my cunt lips, and I raised my knees, waiting
eagerly for his initial penetration. I felt the tip of Daddy's
organ enter me and slide along my vaginal canal until he hit a
block. Daddy pulled back his hips a little and with one quick
movement, entered me all the way until he was buried fully
inside me.
There was a momentary flash of pain that blossomed as quickly
as a matchhead and then was gone. I was left with an
exhilarating stretching sensation as my cunt tried to adjust to
Daddy's length and width. Then Daddy began to fuck me. Slowly
at first, but with ever quickening strokes. Soon he was fucking
me hard, really hard, and I was taking it like an accomplished
slut, like my mother before me. "Harder, Daddy, harder!" I
screamed, encouraging my father to slam his man-meat into me. I
came continuously; I could feel the sheets beneath my ass dampen
with my womanly secretions.
"Oh, God, Carolyn! You're so tight, just like your mother,"
Daddy whispered hotly in my ear, and I was so filled with a
sense of pride at his words. I wanted Daddy to fuck me forever
and whisper such things to me, but that was not to be. Daddy
groaned loudly, and I felt his huge cock begin to spasm inside
me. I felt his hot cum coating my sugar walls.
"Oh, Daddy, fill me up. Shoot your cum in your little girl."
The realization that my father was actually coming in my cunt
triggered off another orgasm of my own. Over my father's
shoulder I could see my parents on the television screen. My
father was coating my mother's ass cheeks with a healthy dose of
semen, the semen he was now hosing me down with. My mother was
stroking her own clit and coming. Daddy was right, she did glow
when she got off. It was a pleasure that I could never
describe, having an orgasm at the same time as my mother, and
with the same man, at the same time. It was one of the few
things we had to share, especially in light of the short time
she was with me.
That night was just the first of many Daddy and I shared. We
exchanged our vows privately last year on our vacation to
Mexico; we honeymooned in Cancun. I bet it was the first
honeymoon in history where the bride and groom watched video
tapes of the father/groom fucking his wife's/daughter's mother.
It was definitely a blast, and a memory I shall cherish always.
Right now, Daddy and I are expecting our first child. The
sonogram says it's a girl, and she's due in three months. We
plan on naming her Crystal after her grandmother.
And that is our romantic story for the day. I will be planning to add a series of stories but first let me know how you felt about this.