Incest: Father and daughter lengthy sex

Father and daughter lengthy sex.

"Dad, it's about time that you started dating again, Mum has been dead for nearly 3 years and she wouldn't want you to be alone." These words of wisdom were from my 20-year-old daughter, Ebba. My Swedish wife, Pernile had been killed in an accident and since then I had not been able to face dating. For the first six months I was a wreck and it was only Ebba and my very understanding boss, Steve who kept me afloat. Ebba and I spent a lot of weekends at our holiday home, Cove Cottage on the south coast of Cornwall that we shared with my parents and it became my haven from the horrors that the world had inflicted on us. We had a rule that "what happens at Cove Cottage, stays at Cove Cottage" so getting drunk, lazing on the beach were very much the norm. Ebba had inherited her Mother's Nordic look and liberal views on nudity and openness on sexual matters, so we were both very relaxed around one another and, when the weather permitted, we would normally sunbathe and swim naked at Cove Cottage, which had the added benefit of a very private, secluded beach.

"I know, love" I said to her "but it is still tough for me to look at another woman in that way."

"I know Dad," she said, "But you and Mum had a great life together and, let's be honest, a great sex life together judging by the noise you two used to make! Why not make another woman happy with your obvious prowess in bed?"

"God you sound like your mother!" I said, laughing.

"Well it's true, Mum always had a big smile on her face after you two had made love, and, she told me what a good lover you were."

Honestly, was nothing sacred? "Oh, she told you that did she?"

"Yes, she was deeply in love with you and you made her happy. Anyway, we need to set you up on a dating app unless you have your eye on someone?"

"No, nobody has seemed even remotely attracted to me, and even if they were, I probably wouldn't have noticed."

"Right," she said, "leave it to me. I will set up your profile and all you have to do is wait to get some matches and start looking at women you might be interested in."

The next couple of weeks were something of a let-down. All of the women that I liked the look of didn't respond, and the ones who liked me, I just didn't fancy back. And then it changed. I got a notification that someone wanted to contact me, I had a look and saw a woman of my age called Emma who was nothing like the woman that I had been seeking. Emma was brunette, had a rake-thin figure and was the polar opposite of Pernile. I realised with a jolt that I had been looking for someone that I could never find, another Pernile! I read her profile, she had been divorced for a couple of years and I got the feeling that, like me, she was finding the whole return to dating thing a bit difficult. I wondered if perhaps she also had a daughter who had pushed her into it? We chatted online for about a week and established that we lived not that far from one another. Eventually I felt brave enough to ask her to meet up, not a date I stressed, just a coffee and chat in person. We agreed on a pub halfway between us and arranged to meet the following week.

I arrived about 15 minutes early and settled down to wait, and wait. After over half and hour, I was just about to give up, go home and delete my profile from the app when she burst through the door, apologising profusely for being so late and expressing delight that I had not given up on her. I told her not to worry and that I was glad that she had turned up. We chatted for ages and got though copious amounts of coffee before parting. We agreed to meet up at the same venue next week but this time for lunch.

The next week we both arrived on time and settled in for a leisurely lunch. She told me about how her husband had suddenly left her and her son to go off with a young colleague. The experience had completely destroyed her self-confidence and it was only as a result of her son nagging her to start again that she had opened an account on the app. I laughed and told her of a similar experience with my daughter pushing me into doing the same.

We met several more times and whist I felt a growing attachment I was still very hesitant to make the next step and I felt that she too did not know how to advance our relationship.

"I really like her," I told Ebba "but I just can't get beyond the thought that I would be betraying your Mum if I take things further."

"Dad, you have to stop thinking like you are a married man," she replied. "Yes, if Mum was still alive she would probably kill you for thinking about another woman, but she is not and she would want you to find someone else. Let me have a think and I will see if I can come up with a strategy for you to get over your fear."

"You are an angel," I said, "what would I do without you?"

The Whitsun bank holiday was to prove decisive in changing things. I had decided that I would go down to Cove Cottage for the long weekend, I was about to ask Emma if she would come with me when she said that she was going to see her son, who lived in Birmingham. Feeling a little deflated I decided that I would still go as there were some jobs to do on the cottage and if I tagged on a couple of days leave then I could spend a bit of time sorting them out. So, I headed off on the Wednesday and Ebba said that she would join me on Friday evening after she finished work.

By Friday morning I had completed all of the jobs that I wanted to do so contented myself by having a swim and lazing on the beach until it got too hot and I returned to the garden to lay on one of the loungers in the shade. I must have nodded off to sleep and slipped into an erotic dream, Emma was with me at Cove Cottage and we were kissing passionately, my hand fondling her breast though her tee-shirt, making her nipple harden. She was rubbing my cock though my shorts making me harder than I had been since being with Pernile. I then felt a warm moisture surrounding my rigid cock and awoke to see a blond head bobbing up and down on my cock, as I struggled to wake properly the reality dawned on me, it wasn't Emma giving me an amazing blow job, it was my daughter, Ebba!

"Ebba, what the fuck are you doing?" I shouted as she did her best to take me into her throat. I tried to pull back but she was determined to continue and then I felt it, I was about to have an orgasm and my cock was lodged in my daughter's throat! Ebba slid her mouth back up my shaft and then plunged down again as I erupted into her, shooting at least 4 loads of cum into her which she did her best to swallow, with some escaping and dripping down her chin. Satisfied that I had finished she released me, sat back and smiled at me like the proverbial that cat that has got and swallowed the cream.

"What the hell?" I managed to say just as I realised that I was still rock hard and that Ebba still had hold of my cock as she swung one leg over me and positioned my cock at the entrance to her vagina. My protests were in vain as she slid down onto my length, filling her completely her vaginal wall soft, silky and very wet as she started to ride me. I knew that what we were doing was wrong, but it felt so good after all this time to be inside a woman, and I gave in to her and started thrusting up into her each time she descended. A wicked grin crossed her face as she realised that she had me hook line and sinker. I searched for her clit with my thumb and gently massaged her bud which was peeking out from its hood, as I felt a second orgasm approaching, Ebba screamed and I felt my groin being flooded with her juices as she had an enormous orgasm of her own.

"I'm cumming!" I shouted.

"Fill me up with your lovely spunk, I want to feel you spurt inside me," she replied.

I didn't think that there would have been much left after the amount that I shot into her mouth, but I still ejected 3 ropes of cum into her. She collapsed on top of me, both of us spent.

I awoke an hour or so later, Ebba sleeping beside me. My groin and belly were matted with dried cum and pussy juice so I eased out of bed and headed to the shower, wondering what on earth that I had done and how would we face the consequences. As I washed, I felt 2 arms encircling me and turned around to find that Ebba had joined me in the large, walk-in shower, obviously one of us was unperturbed by what had happened! She rubbed shower gel in my body, paying particular attention to my pubic hair and I felt my cock starting to stir again. I held her hand and gently said "I think we need to talk." She nodded in agreement so we both got out of the shower, dried and put some clothes on. I went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and we sat together at the kitchen table.

"First off," I said, "what happened was amazing, but what possessed you to do it?"

"I said that I would think of something," she replied "I had planned to come down as planned, get you slightly drunk and seduce you into bed as I thought that by having sex you would realise that you can move on. As it happened, I managed to take the afternoon off and came down to surprise you, but I was the one that got a surprise when I came into the garden to find you asleep with a rock hard erection, seeping pre-cum so I decided to skip the seduction and just fuck you."

"But it's wrong, morally and legally" I objected.

"But you enjoyed me sucking you and fucking you, didn't you?" she countered.

"Yes, it's the first sex that I have had since your Mum and it blew me away, but how do we deal with something that changes our relationship, going from father/daughter to what, lovers?"

"Think of us as fuck buddies," she said "and, remember, what happens at Cove Cottage, stays at Cove Cottage. Look, I don't regret for one moment what we did, I enjoyed it, had a fab orgasm and would be quite happy for us to do it again and again whilst we are here. My aim was to prove to you that you can be with another woman, and I think we can both accept that my plan worked! Oh, and you are the first man to make me squirt!"

I sat for a while, unsure on what to do, I loved my daughter but now I wanted her again. I wanted to taste her pussy and fuck her until I had nothing left to give. She looked at me, and sensing that I was torn, came around to my side of the table and kissed me softly, but insistently. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and I felt myself getting hard, I slid my hand under her tee-shirt and caressed her breast, tweaking her nipple as it stiffened. She broke the kiss and gazed at me hungrily. "I want you to eat my cunt" she said as she removed her shirt and pushed down her shorts and knickers, standing naked in front of me.

She led me to the bedroom, pulled back the duvet and lay on the bed, her legs parted as I got my first proper view of her pussy, the lips swollen and damp, juices leaking from her. Clean shaved except for a patch of pubic hair above her slit. I started at her knee, slowly moving my tongue up her thigh to just short of her pussy, her smell intoxicating as I breathed it in. I swapped to her other leg and repeated the process, then moved to her bush, running my tongue through her hair before moving down. She writhed under me, begging me to lick her, to eat her, to devour her. I pressed my tongue to her clit and slowly drew it downwards towards her opening, passing her vagina and perineum to probe gently at her anus, before returning back to vagina. I curled my tongue and pushed it into her entrance as she moaned and grasped the bed sheets. I repeated the journey, from clit to bum and back each, time pushing further into her, fingers joining the assault on her vagina as I finger fucked her whist I ate her. She shrieked, her vagina clamped onto my fingers and she flooded my face as she squirted for the second time. Without giving her time to recover, I moved up the bed and penetrated her in one movement and started to rapidly fuck her, my goal to fill her again as quickly as possible. I felt her contract on me again and I shot another rope of cum deep inside her.

And so the weekend continued, we fucked in the bed, in the shower, on the kitchen table, on the beach, in the sea and in the garden. Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, 69 we tried them all. As the time came for us to go home, I held her closely.

"Thank you for this weekend," I said "I can't believe what we have done but I am glad that we have done it."

"I feel the same" she said "I planned to seduce you but didn't know whether I could persuade you. I'm glad that it worked for you and I have had the best sex of my life, no man has fucked me like you have. But it has to end here, at Cove Cottage.

I agreed with her, we had to return to our "normal" lives and keep the memory of our weekend as a shared treasure.

PART 2

Our lives did return to normal, we were quite comfortable around one another, although I did get the stirrings of an erection whenever I saw her naked around the house, but we just laughed it off. I went back to dating Emma and before long we were sleeping together. I decided that the time had come to introduce her to Cove Cottage and we arranged for both of us to take a Friday off work and make a long weekend of it. We set off early on the Friday morning to get there by mid-morning.

As soon as we arrived, we changed into swimming costumes (I wasn't sure if Emma was up for skinny dipping yet) and ran down to the beach where we spent the afternoon, lazing in the sun and colling off in the sea. We were relaxed with one another, I sensed that Emma was worried about something, but she insisted that she was fine. As the sun started to dip we headed back to the cottage to get a meal ready. I opened some wine and poured us both a glass, I sensed that something was troubling her.

"Emm, what's wrong? Something is obviously troubling you." I said "Look, if you're not comfortable being here, we can go home, it's not a problem."

"It's not that" she replied, "oh you are going to hate me if I tell you what I have done, it's truly dreadful!"

"Why don't I be the judge of that," I said kissing the top of her head, "just tell me."

She took a deep breath and seemed to be battling with herself.

"You know the Whitsun weekend when I went to stay with my son, Jake?" She said.

"Yes, the weekend that I came here with Ebba."

"Well, I confided in him that I was very attracted to you but didn't think that I was attractive enough for you to want me physically as you hadn't made a move yet. Anyway, we drank rather a lot and then went to bed. I came down in the morning to make some tea, wearing only a thin dressing gown and became aware of Jake standing behind me. I was about to turn to him when he put his arms around me from behind and cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples to make them hard and making my pussy tingle. Then I felt it, his erection pressing into my bum! The next thing that I knew was that he had undone my gown, pushed it off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I don't know why but I lent forwards and pushed my bum out at him. He released my breasts and positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed all the way into me so that I could feel his pubic hair rubbing against my bum cheeks. Then, he fucked me, hard and fast before I had a chance to change my mind. In no time at all he shot his load into me, pulled out and lifted me onto the worktop so that he could lick me out. It was all too much and I had a massive orgasm whilst he was licking me. Then, we did it again and again, in fact we spent most of the weekend fucking each other. There, now you know what a terrible person that I am, I have committed incest with my son."

With that she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. I held her close to soothe her crying. When she eventually calmed down, I said:

"You are not a terrible person at all, your son did something for you to prove what a sexy, attractive woman you are. Now, I have to be honest, Ebba did the same thing for me."

"What?" She said, "Really?"

"Yes, she did," I said, "I was having trouble with the thought of being with another woman cos Pernile was the only woman that I had ever been with. Basically, I was asleep, naked, in the sun with a huge erection, dreaming about you when I felt a mouth closing around my cock. I woke up to find Ebba sucking me until I shot down her throat. I stayed hard and she straddled me and impaled herself on my cock and proceeded to fuck me senseless. Naturally, I felt disgusted with myself for having sex with my daughter, but she had lit a flame in me, and I wanted more, and, like you we ended up spending the entire weekend fucking, sucking and licking one another. We agreed that our rule about "what happens at Cove Cottage stays at Cove Cottage" has held and we have not even touched each other since, although I will admit to getting the start of a hard-on when I see her naked around the house!"

Emma started giggling, "So both our offspring fucked us in order to make us better?"

"Basically yes, I think that they did, and the times that we have had sex since then probably proves that they were right and did us an enormous favour."

"Is dinner on yet?" she asked.

"No, not yet, but it won't take long."

"Good, we can eat later, now take me to bed and fuck me, we need to compare notes with what our children did to us!"

So, we spent the night in numerous positions and fell asleep in each others arms. When we awoke in the morning, Emma kissed me softly but insistently and said "I don't know if my pussy can take any more pounding for a few days, it's sore. Have um, you ever, um, tried anal?"

"No" I replied " I haven't. I tried once but Pernile said that I was too big for her to take there so we never tried, what about you?"

"Me neither" she said "Um, would you like to try it?"

"With you" I said, I would, I'll go and find something to use as lube."

I went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of olive oil to find Emma on her front, a pillow under her hips to raise her bum in the air, ready for me. I sat between her legs, bent down to kiss her anus and probe a little with my tongue, causing her to gasp and moan, softly. I poured some oil onto her crack and massaged it into her rosebud, the oil allowing my finger to sink easily into her rectum. I slowly finger fucked her bum as her gasps and moans increased.

"For fucks sake, put your cock in me now" She said.

I applied a liberal amount of oil to my cock and lined up with her bum. "Are you sure?" I asked, gently. She nodded vigorously and I pushed carefully at her anus, feeling the sphincter dilate to allow me entrance.

"OH FUCK!!" shouted Emma as I pushed the head in, "hold it there a moment while I get used to it."

I stayed still, my cock throbbing as her sphincter gripped me firmly. I added a little more oil and then Emma motioned for me to penetrate her further. I inched forward until I was all the way inside her, my pubic hair rubbing against hem bum cheeks.

"Now, fuck me slowly," she instructed me, so I gently withdrew a few inches of my cock and then slid it slowly back to the hilt. We carried on like this for a while until she said, "OK, fuck me a bit harder now" I started pumping more vigorously and I could feel the start of an orgasm building within me. ....... To be continued [email protected]