My daughter has always been the most precious girl in my world. She has faced more than her share of hardships, but I never imagined our relationship would cross the line it did. Now that it has, I can say without hesitation that I love her even more deeply than before.
Kathy married right after turning eighteen. She was convinced the guy was her soulmate. She sat us down, excited, and asked for our blessing. I thought she was too young, but her mother and I had tied the knot young ourselves and made it work, so I kept my doubts quiet and wished them well.
It didn’t take long to see the marriage was doomed. We never said a word to her—we knew she’d only dig in deeper if we did. Eventually she reached her limit, filed for divorce, and walked away. The house they lived in sat right across the street from us. I had bought it years earlier with the intention of passing it down to my kids one day. Her ex tried to claim it, but once he realized he had no legal leg to stand on, he vanished. We moved Kathy back in and I transferred the deed into her name.
From then on we gave her space. She thrived. She landed a solid corporate job, climbed the seniority ladder quickly, and by twenty-five she was doing great on her own. She went on a few dates but wasn’t in any rush to settle down again. Her mother and I were proud as could be.
We often hosted backyard get-togethers—big barbecue, music, dancing, and plenty of drinks. This particular night was no different. The music played loud, everyone danced, and the alcohol flowed. Because we own a large piece of property, nobody ever complains about the noise.
Kathy has never been able to hold her liquor well. We usually watch out for her, but we also try not to baby her and make her feel scolded. She was having a blast, laughing and dancing with guests both our age and hers. As the night wore on it became obvious she was getting very drunk, but the party was winding down and people were starting to leave, so we let it slide.
Once the last guest was gone, only my wife, Kathy, and I remained. She stumbled over, hugged us both, and kissed our cheeks, squinting like she was seeing triple. My wife, who was pretty tipsy herself, told me to walk Kathy home and make sure she got settled. I kissed my wife goodnight, and Kathy gave her mom one last tight squeeze before we headed out.
Halfway down the long driveway she went completely limp, so I scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way. She rested her head on my chest, light as a feather. I kept adjusting her dress so it wouldn’t ride up. Holding my beautiful daughter—looking so much like her mother but in the bloom of youth—made me feel protective and proud.
When we reached her door I stepped inside and set her down. The extra tequila she’d had near the end of the party hit her hard. As I turned to close the door she simply let her dress slide off her body and pool on the floor, then wandered naked toward the bathroom. I froze, unsure what to do. I didn’t want to shame her, so I waited quietly in the hallway, trying not to stare. But I couldn’t help noticing how stunning she was—perky, full breasts, trim waist, and shapely hips. I told myself it was just the alcohol talking, yet I felt myself growing hard. I quickly adjusted so she wouldn’t see when she came out.
The moment she emerged she staggered straight into my arms, completely naked, her breasts pressing against my chest. I lifted her gently and carried her to the bedroom. In the dark I laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. I sat beside her for a minute, brushing hair from her face, then reached up to turn off the lamp.
Just as I was about to leave, her hand settled on my thigh. I figured I’d stay until she fell asleep. Then her fingers began sliding higher… and higher… until they slipped under the leg of my shorts and wrapped around my aching cock. I should have stopped her. Instead I sat there, stunned, as my own daughter slowly stroked me. Her soft hand felt incredible. I kept telling myself she would pass out any second.
She didn’t. Instead she rolled onto her side, pulled me free of my shorts, and took me into her mouth with a moan. The pleasure was so intense I leaned back and let it happen. Before long I was flat on my back, pulling her on top of me so I could bury my face between her smooth thighs. I licked and sucked her tight, dripping pussy while she deep-throated me, her nose brushing my balls. She tasted sweet and felt impossibly snug.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I rolled her onto her back, stripped off my clothes, and climbed between her spread legs. In the darkness I pressed the head of my cock against her slick opening. She was so wet she started grinding against me immediately. When I finally pushed forward, she grabbed my ass and pulled me in. Her pussy was incredibly tight, but I sank all the way inside until I bottomed out against her cervix, then pushed even deeper into her womb. We fucked hard and deep. She came first, squirting around my cock, and I followed right after, flooding her with everything I had.
Afterward I collapsed beside her, exhausted. She curled up against my chest and fell asleep. I drifted off too.
I woke to the feeling of her mouth on me again. She was stroking and sucking me with surprising skill. When our eyes met she smiled and said, “You were a very bad boy last night, Daddy.”
I froze. “I know, honey… I’m so sorry. You can call the police if you want.”
She just grinned, still stroking me. “I’m not calling anyone. This cock is way too good to give up.” She took me deep into her mouth again, then looked up. “I didn’t know it was you at first… but now that I do, I want you inside me as often as possible.”
The phone rang—my wife calling from the house. While I tried to explain that Kathy had been sick and I’d stayed to watch over her, my daughter never stopped sucking me. I barely got off the phone before she climbed on top, sank down onto my cock, and started riding me.
“Last night I didn’t know it was you,” she whispered, “but now I do. Fuck me today, tomorrow—every chance we get. I want this dick to be the only one inside me. I don’t care if you get me pregnant… I want your baby, Daddy.”
We spent the rest of the morning and afternoon fucking everywhere—on the bed, the kitchen counter, the table, the floor, the shower. I filled her over and over.
Weeks later she told us the “good news.” She claimed she’d hooked up with some guy at a party after our gathering and didn’t even know his name. She wanted to keep the baby. Her mother was surprised but eventually hugged her with tears of joy. The moment we were alone, Kathy kissed me passionately and squeezed my cock through my pants.
“Being pregnant doesn’t mean you get a break, Daddy. I still want you every chance we can manage. Fuck me right up until the baby comes… and after too. I might even want a few more of your children if you’re up for it.”
I pulled her close, gripping her ass. “Try and stop me, baby. You’re mine now.”
She kissed me again. “I love Mom and I’m fine sharing you… for now. This stays between us.”
Then I leaned down and sucked her breast through her blouse, already planning how we’d celebrate later that night once her mother was asleep.
