[INCEST] Father make love with daughter…Half true incest stories!
This incest story is my friend’s story, only part true. I took my diary and changed it to make it a much better read. Names and other such details have been changed.
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Father/Daughter…underage.
Dear Diary,
Seems a bit ironic that I get you on the worst day of my life. It’s should have been the best day of my life. Today was my birthday. I knew it was going to turn out bad when my dad gave me this childish diary with cartoon animals all over the place. What am I? Eight? Fifteen Dad, come on! I’m not much for writing, but I’m so upset today I had to do something. Today my parents told me they are getting divorced, can you believe it?
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Isabella looked down at the mess of wrapping paper in her lap and fished out the thick book. The cover was white and was littered with kittens and puppies romping around. All the rest of the available space was filled with neon pink hearts. A useless tiny lock dangled from one side. The kind of cheap lock you could pick with a bobbie pin.
“Wow dad.” Isabella muttered, flashing him a forced smile as she tucked her raven black hair behind her ears. Why was she not surprised that her father decided to do some last minute birthday shopping. “A diary, thanks!". She tried not to sound so half-hearted as she flipped the book over to discover the same cartoon animals on the back.
Her father smiled up from his paperwork. He was in his late thirties with jet-black hair, board shoulders and a tad over six feet tall. They sat at the dinner table, dinner having just ended. Isabella’s mother washed dishes in the kitchen. Because it was her birthday, Isabella was exempt from dish duty. “I’m glad you like it Bella. I saw a girl waiting at the bus stop writing in one just like that. She couldn’t have been over 10 years old, she reminded me so much of you at that age. You sure have grown up Isabella. You’re not my little girl anymore.” He said with a wistful, faraway sound to his voice and his smile grew.
Well when he put it like that… “It’s nice dad. Different, but nice.” Isabella didn’t mind the strange gift really. Her father was a busy man. Most of the time she just got an extra large allowance on her birthday. Enough money to buy whatever she wanted. A gift was a nice change, even if it was meant for someone a few years younger. “It’s a change.” Isabella echoed her thoughts softly.
A silence fell then, her father returned to his paper and the dishes clinked as her mother washed them. In contrast to her father, Isabella’s mother was short, with bright, bottle blonde hair, she was curvy, but age had rounded her curves a little more than usual. Put the two together and she was what they got.
Isabella was slightly shorter than her mother, a wisp of a girl but with all the curves her mother had in her youth, breasts that were a palm full and hips that curved to a small but firm ass. She inherited her mother’s pale skin and big green eyes, but her father gave her her blue-black hair. Isabella was small, but not delicate. She was tough, having participated in many school sports and activities. And at her age, the last thing she expected for her birthday was a diary fit for a tween.
“Speaking of change.” Her mother’s voice rang, jolting her out of her thoughts. “There’s something we need to talk to you about.”
“Elly.” Her father warned, and Isabella saw her mother’s back go ridged.
“Well we have to talk about it sometime.” Elly snapped over her shoulder.
“Not on her birthday.” Jonathan returned, not once looking up from his paper.
“Talk about what?” Isabella glanced from one parent to the other. Their little scraps didn’t bother her anymore, she was use to it. She used her forefinger to poke her little silver rimmed glassed higher on her nose.
“Nothing Bella Baby. Don’t worry about it.” Her father reassured gently, glancing up at her.
“It is something, and stop calling her that. She’s not a child anymore, don’t coddle her.” Elly slammed the last plate into the drying rack and dried her hands on a dish cloth.
“I’ll coddle her for the rest of my life, Elly. She’s my only baby girl. I’m allowed to.” Jonathan gave up on his paperwork and abandoned it. He flashed his wife a glare even though her back was turned, drying the dishes.
“Hey! Talk to me about what?” Isabella pushed, wadding up the wrapping and tossing it into the trash from her chair. “I’m a big girl, I’m sure I can hear it on my birthday.” She said, smiling to herself. Her mother turned around, drying a dish in her hand.
“You’re father and I are getting a divorce.” She said quickly.
The smile faded from Isabella’s face. “You are?” She glanced back and fourth between her parents again. The heat rushed from her face, leaving her feeling cold and heavy with dread. “W-why? When?”
Jonathan sighed. “You’re mother and I talked about it some time ago Bella, please understand.”
Isabella felt her heart pounding behind her ribs; she clutched the hard cover of the diary painfully to her stomach. “But you guys hardly get into any fights, or anything.” Was one of them cheating? Again her eyes flashed to her mother and back to her father. No, her mother was too churchy, too prideful for sleeping around. And her father was loyal, and wouldn’t want to hurt the family. At least she thought so. Perhaps she didn’t know her parents at all.
“The little arguments your father starts are enough, they are worse than fights.” Her mother snapped, grabbing another dish to dry.
“The paperwork is already here, Bella Baby, it will be awhile before it is final. Two, maybe three months.” Her father added.
Surprised, Isabella felt tears stinging her eyes. She should be thankful that her parents had stayed together as long as they had. All her friends had parents that had separated years ago. She was too old to cry about it. But the tears wouldn’t stop building. “Who’s idea was it?” She said between her teeth to hold back the sob that wanted to escape her throat. Her eyes darted directly to her mother. Out of the two of them, she seemed to be the most unhappiest.
“It was my idea.” Her father said softly.
Stunned, Isabella slowly turned to the handsome face of her father. He looked at her for only a moment before looking away.
“Dad?…why?” she was shocked to feel such…betrayal. She had always been closer to her father. She was stunned that he would keep this from her. She was part of this family too Damnit! Horrified to find that she couldn’t hold back her tears, she let them fall to her cheeks and she bolted out of the chair and raced up the stairs to the second floor and into her room. She slammed the door in a very adolescent way and sat on her bed. She clutched the diary to her as she cried. She cried good and hard for only a minute before she forced herself to stop.
“I’m being a baby.” She muttered to herself, glancing over at her reflection in the mirror over her dresser. Her face was red a puffy from the crying, her eyes were red and still watery. Thankfully, her mother didn’t allow her to wear make-up, so she was saved from having to mop up that kind of horror show. Her glasses were speckled from where her lashes had flicked her tears on the lenses. She took them off and used her shirt to rub the spots away. As she did this, there was a knock on her door.
“What?” She snapped, not looking up from her glasses.
“Bella? It’s me, can I come in?” Her father asked through the door.
Defeated, Isabella quickly scrubbed her eyes dry, “Sure.” She answered, wiping her hand quickly against her cheeks to remove the tear streaks on her face. She turned as her father walked in, the hurt in his eyes made her look away.
Jonathan sat on the bed next to her. “I’m sorry Bella. I know I hurt you and your mother asking for a divorce.” He placed a large warm hand on her shoulder. His thumb and forefinger gently stoking the bare skin of her neck.
Feeling herself crumble again, she climbed into his lap like she had always done as a child. “Oh Daddy.” She whimpered as she smashed her face against his chest. She tossed the diary and her glasses on the bed and wrapped her arms around her father’s strong figure. “I don’t know why I’m taking it so hard. I’m not a kid anymore.” She said, muffled by his chest. He felt warm and safe, the way he gently rocked her and petted her. “I’m normally not so bratty.”
Jonathan ran his hand up and down his daughter’s spine, petting her ever so gently. He felt bad for what he had done, but it was necessary for his own happiness, and he knew his baby girl would understand. He was going to tell her about the divorce soon enough, just not on her birthday. She looked so sweet in her bright blue t-shirt and blue jeans. Her long hair was free from its normal braid or ponytail. She looked so grown-up, so beautiful. He was proud of what his daughter had grown to become. Now her special day was ruined. He would make it up to her, somehow.
But right now his mind had drifted to something else, something shocking. It had been a few years from the last time his daughter had crawled into his lap. When had her tits become so big? They were pressed deliciously against his chest and rubbed him every time he rocked her slowly. Sure they weren’t handfuls like her mother’s, but just enough to cup with his hand if he wanted to, which suited her small frame just fine. And why did the idea of cupping his baby girl’s tits not disturb him like it should have? But the sob that came from her tore his mind from the lustful taboo thought. “Oh Bella, baby girl, I’m sorry. Please stop crying.”
Immediately she grew silent and he felt her body tremble as she took a deep breath. His hand never stop petting her back, up and down, up and down, up and he let his hand trail down far enough to reach the curving crest of her ass then back up again. There it was again. He felt a little jolt zip straight to his cock at the thought that he just sneaked by and copped a feel of his own baby’s ass. Worse yet, he wanted to do it again, he wanted his hand to linger on the smooth mounds. He mentally shook himself; his daughter just had a shock for God’s sake.
Isabella swallowed hard and looked up at her father with her red eyes and laughed weakly. “Sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to break down like that again.”
“It’s okay Bella. I know it’s hard for you. You’re an adult now whose parents are separating. Change is a difficult and scary thing. I know it’s hard, but I still love you.”
She laughed softly and hugged him. “I know daddy. And I know things will be better this way. I just caught me by surprise is all,” she said against his neck. She liked the feeling of her lips moving against the skin of his neck. She like the feel of his five o’clock shadow on her skin, the roughness of it. Her father was so kind and loving. How could her mother let him slip away like this? “I still think it’s crazy.” She muttered.
Jonathan sighed. “I know. But it’s been going on for a long time now.” He kept his arms around his baby girl, enjoying the softness of her curves and the gangly look of her limbs draped over his legs. She was all grown up now, but still needed to grow out of the childish stage. The feel of her bottom and thighs pressing down on his groin was enough to make his cock jump and that familiar jolt ran through it, waking it up. It had been over four months from the last time his wife had let him touch her. The day he told her he wanted a divorce. His sex life had been cut off cold turkey. He blamed this strange lusting on the months of celibacy.
“I know.” Isabella nodded. Her father shifted and got comfortable. For a second she thought she was getting too heavy for her to sit on her father’s lap anymore, but an instant later she felt something jab against the cheek of her ass. She knew just was it was. But pretended she didn’t notice the poke below her. Was her father getting a hard on? Was it because she was sitting in his lap? She knew men’s cocks sometimes had a mind of their own and any little thing would set it off. She didn’t feel bad or guilty. Okay maybe a little guilty, she was too big to be climbing in her father’s lap anyway. But she didn’t want to move, not just yet. Isabella strangely liked the feel of her father’s cock poking at her. She shifted, acting as if to get comfortable as well and moved just enough that the large lump that was her daddy’s cock was now poking against her pussy slit. Not that she could really feel much with her jeans and her father’s pants in the way, but it was the thought that only a few layers of cloth separated his cock from her pussy.
Wow, such dirty thoughts about her own father! Where had they come from? Not that she didn’t notice her father before. From her first years of budding puberty and discovery incest porn online, she had looked at her father with a different light. Even fantasizing a few time having such a relationship with him. But she outgrew that…didn’t she? Every girl idol-worshiped their fathers. He never stopped the comforting petting; the weight of his hand on her back lulled her and calmed her sudden frayed nerves. “I love you Daddy.” She blurted out suddenly. Her arms tightened around him.
“And I love you Bella Baby.” He hugged her back.
A thought suddenly shot to the front of her mind. “Will you be moving away?” she sat back and looked at her father.
“You’re mother is moving back to Maine to be with more of her family. I’m thinking of heading to Seattle . That’s where most my business trips are anyway, may as well save and live there instead of having to catch a plane all the time. Besides it’s nice in Washington .”
She nodded. “Well, I asked because I guess I’ll have to go with you or with mom.” The idea of uprooting herself from her childhood town started to upset her all over again, but this time she was able to tamp it down.
“Well it’s still a ways away. So you don’t have to worry about it right now.” He gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead and scooted her off his lap and back on the bed. “Talk to you more tomorrow Bella, I got to get an early start at work tomorrow.”
“Night dad.” She watched as her father left, the door hardly clicked shut when it was opened again, this time her mother stepped in.
“I’m sorry about telling you this on your birthday, dear. Your dad is right; I should have waited for a different day.” Her mother sat on the bed beside her and picked at the invisible lint on her grey sweater.
Isabella felt sudden sadness for her mother. She didn’t want this divorce, she would have rather hung on to a mediocre marriage than seem like a failure in her own eyes. She reached out and hugged her mother, breathing in the heavy floral scent of her perfume. It was nothing like the musky, woodsy smell of her father, and yet still comforting. “It’s okay mom. I’m not upset anymore.”
Jonathan sat on the bed next to her. “I’m sorry Bella. I know I hurt you and your mother asking for a divorce.” He placed a large warm hand on her shoulder. His thumb and forefinger gently stoking the bare skin of her neck.
Feeling herself crumble again, she climbed into his lap like she had always done as a child. “Oh Daddy.” She whimpered as she smashed her face against his chest. She tossed the diary and her glasses on the bed and wrapped her arms around her father’s strong figure. “I don’t know why I’m taking it so hard. I’m not a kid anymore.” She said, muffled by his chest. He felt warm and safe, the way he gently rocked her and petted her. “I’m normally not so bratty.”
Jonathan ran his hand up and down his daughter’s spine, petting her ever so gently. He felt bad for what he had done, but it was necessary for his own happiness, and he knew his baby girl would understand. He was going to tell her about the divorce soon enough, just not on her birthday. She looked so sweet in her bright blue t-shirt and blue jeans. Her long hair was free from its normal braid or ponytail. She looked so grown-up, so beautiful. He was proud of what his daughter had grown to become. Now her special day was ruined. He would make it up to her, somehow.
But right now his mind had drifted to something else, something shocking. It had been a few years from the last time his daughter had crawled into his lap. When had her tits become so big? They were pressed deliciously against his chest and rubbed him every time he rocked her slowly. Sure they weren’t handfuls like her mother’s, but just enough to cup with his hand if he wanted to, which suited her small frame just fine. And why did the idea of cupping his baby girl’s tits not disturb him like it should have? But the sob that came from her tore his mind from the lustful taboo thought. “Oh Bella, baby girl, I’m sorry. Please stop crying.”
Immediately she grew silent and he felt her body tremble as she took a deep breath. His hand never stop petting her back, up and down, up and down, up and he let his hand trail down far enough to reach the curving crest of her ass then back up again. There it was again. He felt a little jolt zip straight to his cock at the thought that he just sneaked by and copped a feel of his own baby’s ass. Worse yet, he wanted to do it again, he wanted his hand to linger on the smooth mounds. He mentally shook himself; his daughter just had a shock for God’s sake.
Isabella swallowed hard and looked up at her father with her red eyes and laughed weakly. “Sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to break down like that again.”
“It’s okay Bella. I know it’s hard for you. You’re an adult now whose parents are separating. Change is a difficult and scary thing. I know it’s hard, but I still love you.”
She laughed softly and hugged him. “I know daddy. And I know things will be better this way. I just caught me by surprise is all,” she said against his neck. She liked the feeling of her lips moving against the skin of his neck. She like the feel of his five o’clock shadow on her skin, the roughness of it. Her father was so kind and loving. How could her mother let him slip away like this? “I still think it’s crazy.” She muttered.
Jonathan sighed. “I know. But it’s been going on for a long time now.” He kept his arms around his baby girl, enjoying the softness of her curves and the gangly look of her limbs draped over his legs. She was all grown up now, but still needed to grow out of the childish stage. The feel of her bottom and thighs pressing down on his groin was enough to make his cock jump and that familiar jolt ran through it, waking it up. It had been over four months from the last time his wife had let him touch her. The day he told her he wanted a divorce. His sex life had been cut off cold turkey. He blamed this strange lusting on the months of celibacy.
“I know.” Isabella nodded. Her father shifted and got comfortable. For a second she thought she was getting too heavy for her to sit on her father’s lap anymore, but an instant later she felt something jab against the cheek of her ass. She knew just was it was. But pretended she didn’t notice the poke below her. Was her father getting a hard on? Was it because she was sitting in his lap? She knew men’s cocks sometimes had a mind of their own and any little thing would set it off. She didn’t feel bad or guilty. Okay maybe a little guilty, she was too big to be climbing in her father’s lap anyway. But she didn’t want to move, not just yet. Isabella strangely liked the feel of her father’s cock poking at her. She shifted, acting as if to get comfortable as well and moved just enough that the large lump that was her daddy’s cock was now poking against her pussy slit. Not that she could really feel much with her jeans and her father’s pants in the way, but it was the thought that only a few layers of cloth separated his cock from her pussy.
Wow, such dirty thoughts about her own father! Where had they come from? Not that she didn’t notice her father before. From her first years of budding puberty and discovery incest porn online, she had looked at her father with a different light. Even fantasizing a few time having such a relationship with him. But she outgrew that…didn’t she? Every girl idol-worshiped their fathers. He never stopped the comforting petting; the weight of his hand on her back lulled her and calmed her sudden frayed nerves. “I love you Daddy.” She blurted out suddenly. Her arms tightened around him.
“And I love you Bella Baby.” He hugged her back.
A thought suddenly shot to the front of her mind. “Will you be moving away?” she sat back and looked at her father.
“You’re mother is moving back to Maine to be with more of her family. I’m thinking of heading to Seattle . That’s where most my business trips are anyway, may as well save and live there instead of having to catch a plane all the time. Besides it’s nice in Washington .”
She nodded. “Well, I asked because I guess I’ll have to go with you or with mom.” The idea of uprooting herself from her childhood town started to upset her all over again, but this time she was able to tamp it down.
“Well it’s still a ways away. So you don’t have to worry about it right now.” He gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead and scooted her off his lap and back on the bed. “Talk to you more tomorrow Bella, I got to get an early start at work tomorrow.”
“Night dad.” She watched as her father left, the door hardly clicked shut when it was opened again, this time her mother stepped in.
“I’m sorry about telling you this on your birthday, dear. Your dad is right; I should have waited for a different day.” Her mother sat on the bed beside her and picked at the invisible lint on her grey sweater.
Isabella felt sudden sadness for her mother. She didn’t want this divorce, she would have rather hung on to a mediocre marriage than seem like a failure in her own eyes. She reached out and hugged her mother, breathing in the heavy floral scent of her perfume. It was nothing like the musky, woodsy smell of her father, and yet still comforting. “It’s okay mom. I’m not upset anymore.”
Her mother returned the embrace. “I was shocked too; I think my reaction was the same as yours. Then I got angry, now I’m just trying to accept it. I love your father; I’ll forgive him soon and move on.”
“Dad says you’re gonna move back to Maine ?” She pulled away and sat back on the bed. She had never been to Maine or Washington before, and she wasn’t too keen on the idea of moving.
Elly nodded. “My cousins and your Aunt Abigail live out there; I want to be with them.” She gave her daughter a questioning look. “Are you going to come with me?”
“I don’t know yet.” Isabella answered truthfully. “But dad says not to worry about it, it will be a while before I have to go with one of you or move out on my own.” But deep inside she was almost sure she was going to leave with her father. Her mind flashed back to just a minute ago when she was sure she could feel her dad getting a hard-on because she was sitting on his lap. She felt slightly bad for thinking about it with her mother sitting beside her.
“Your father’s right.” Elly agreed. “Think about it in a few weeks.” She set her hand on her head and petted her hair once, giving her daughter a smile before standing. “I’ll see you in the morning Isabella.”
“Night mom!” The girl called as her mother left and softly shut the door behind her. Finally alone, she flopped backwards onto the bed and curled on her side. Wow, what an emotional rollercoaster. One minute it’s her birthday, the next the family was splitting apart and then she was getting wet at the thought of her father’s cock poking her.
What were those thoughts anyways? Where had they come from? Strangely though, she enjoyed recalling the feel of her dad’s cock pressing against their clothes to poke at her ass and slit. It was exciting, forbidden. Isabella sighed, climbed out of the bed and kicked off her jeans and tossed her shirt into the hamper in the corner of her room. Her bra followed. Curious, Isabella slipped her hand down the front of her lime green panties and ran her middle finger across her pussy slit. She was wet…she did get turned on by the thought of her father’s cock. Pulling her hand free she yanked on her pajamas, a simple knee length shirt, and grabbed her laptop from her dresser and plopped back in bed.
Needing release, an escape from her suddenly turn upside down world, she logged on, searched out a video porn site. She rummaged around her backpack and took the earphones from her MP3 player and plugged them into her laptop. No need to have one of her parents overhear. She searched the site and scrolled around until she found a video she though would suit. It was one of a “Barely legal Teen” And a much older man. The video was titled “Daddy Does his Little Girl.” Isabella was almost 100% sure that the couple on the homemade video wasn’t at all related, and that the “teen” was most likely in her mid twenties, but the fantasy was all she was after. She set the earphones in her ears and put the laptop on her bed and hit the download button. It took only a few seconds for the new page to load, the movie was only four minutes but it was enough for now.
The camera was set up pointing at a bed with only a sheet. No blankets, no pillows, just a bottom sheet. The naked woman sitting in the middle had firm round globes for tits, short mahogany hair and a completely shaved pussy, perhaps to help her look younger. She had her legs spread wide for the camera and she was slowly running her fingers across the lips of her bright pink pussy. The “Daddy” came into the shot; he was already naked as he climbed into the bed. He was pale against the tan skin of the younger woman, a bit of a pot belly but nothing much. He had salt and pepper hair and a moustache. Immediately he nestled his face against her spread pussy and the girl moaned as she relaxed back on the bed.
‘Mmm … oh Daddy..’ the daughter panted in Isabella’s earphones and she sat back, her eyes on the screen as she pulled up her night shirt and wiggled her hand back under her panties. The dad moved to massage her ample tits, letting his hard cock brush against his daughters pussy. He grabbed the base of his cock, running the tip across her slit, coating in her juices. Back and fourth, back and fourth.
Isabella followed, running her hand over her clit in the same slow back and fourth motion. The daughter on the laptop whimpered as the father slapped the head of his cock against her clit a few times before returning to the back and fourth rubbing. This went on for a few moments before he suddenly shoved his cock into her cunt. The girl instantly wrapped her legs around him as he slowly started to buck his hips.
‘Yes daddy…Mmm oh, yes.’ The girl cried as her father backed his cock out almost to the tip before slamming it back into her pussy. He took her thighs in his hands and all but folded the girl, pressing her legs to her chest as his hips moved in fast, deep thrusts. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts. Isabella smashed her two middle fingers into her slick pussy hole, closing her eyes and thinking back to her own fathers cock poking her there not long ago.
‘Fuck me Daddy, fuck your baby.’ The girl demanded in her ears.
‘Like that baby doll? Yes? Ugh, ugh..you like having your daddy’s cock in you?’ the man spoke for the first time and Isabella pretended it was her father’s voice. Her fingers pumped faster, harder, her juices coated her fingers and started to run down her ass crack.
‘Yes Daddy, harder…more, more mooorree!!’ the girl was screaming now. ‘Yes.. ugh, ugh.. fuck me daddy.. ugh.. put your cum in me.’
‘You want my cum in you? My little whore wants her daddy’s cum in her pussy hole?’
“Yes.” Isabella whimpered out loud as the girl on the video agreed. She pictured her father pounding his cock into her cunt, stretching her, owning her as her pussy tightening around his cock. She wanted to cum on her daddy’s cock, and milk the cum up from inside his balls.
‘I’m cumming daddy!’ the girl shouted, her cries growing as her orgasm hit her. The father started grunting, the slapping flesh grew louder and faster and Isabella felt her pussy twitch and her orgasm that was slowly building started to flow out of control.
‘I’m gonna cum in you, baby, I’m gonna cum deep in your pussy." The father stated.
She was going to cum too; Isabella felt her body grow taught as the wave of pleasure sent tremors thought her body. Her fingers felt the small gush as her pussy muscles pushed more of her juices out. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, from being heard as she begged her father to walk in and fuck her right then and there. Her body shook, warm welcoming heat washed over her from head to toe.
‘You like that baby? Filled with your daddy’s hot cum?’ Isabella gasped for air as she opened her eyes and watched as the father spread the girls pussy lips wide and poked her pussy hole with two fingers, bringing a large, thick glop of cum to the surface. He then smeared it on her pussy lips and her clit, and bent his head to lick it up.
Isabella reached over and closed the window and yanked the earphones out of her ears. Still twitching from her orgasm, Isabella moved her laptop off the bed, onto the floor and stretched out, glancing over at her glasses and dairy that still sat on the foot of the bed. She slid her hand back under her panties, feeling how the small scrap of cloth had become soaked with her thick juices. It was the first time she had ever masturbated to a father/daughter video…or thought about her own father in the process of self-pleasuring herself. She felt slightly guilty now that the glow of her orgasm had faded. Grabbing for the book, she tore the set of tiny keys from the plastic loop that held them to the diary and used one to pop open the tiny lock.
Isabella flipped through the pages, they were pink, with the watermark of the cartoon kittens and puppies in the background. She had half expected as such. She grabbed a pen from her purse and wrote the date she got the gift and that it was from her father. She then proceeded to write about the horrible divorce and her new found interest in her father’s cock.
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So it seems I can’t stop thinking about feeling dad’s cock against me again. I wonder what it looks like, what it feels like. My only hope is to maybe climb into his lap for comfort, even though I’m way past that sort of stage. It will be my mission, feel daddy’s cock again. It may just be the stress of the divorce, but I think he got hard because I was sitting on him. I’ll have to test it out and see.
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TO BE CONTINUE…
Chapter 2
Dear Diary.
Even though my parents are getting divorced, they still act as civilized as possible (if it’s ever possible) to one another. To look at them, you would never think there was anything wrong in the family. Mom still has her little jabs, and dad still does all the little things that annoy her. But more interesting things happened today! I tested dad to see if he was getting hard-ons because of me and boy oh boy was I in for a surprise!
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It was mid-morning by the time Isabella woke up the next day. She padded out to visit the bathroom and then a quick look around the house confirmed that both her parents had already long left for work. So she settled into her normal summer routine. She stayed in her pajama top as she perched herself at the kitchen table and poured herself a bowl of cereal and made a slice of buttered toast. She munched on her breakfast as she gazed at the TV across the way in the living room. But she wasn’t really watching it, her mind was off thinking about the events of last night. And she got that warm feeling remembering how she fantasized her father fucking her as she watched that video. She pressed her bottom down against the cold hard wood of the dining chair, loving the feel of it pressing against her clit, which was covered only by her thin panties
Today she would come up with a way to get back in her father’s lap and see if he would get hard again. It was easy, she would just have to pretend to be upset again and her father would gladly let her sit with him for comfort. Happy with her simple plan, Isabella took her dishes to the sink and washed them. There she found a note from her mother sitting on the counter top.
Isabella, your father will be home early today, and I will be home at 4, don’t worry about dinner, please take the roast out of the freezer so it can defrost. –love you, mom
“Ha!” Even better, she would have dad all to herself for a while. Happy, Isabella went upstairs and got dressed in her bike shorts and top, she laced up her shoes and headed out for a quick bike ride. It was already noon , by the time she got back and took a shower, her dad should be home at any time. Isabella locked up the house and took off on her daily bike ride. She went up and down the blocks of her neighborhood until her calves and thighs started to burn, and sweat was starting to make her shirt stick to her skin. She didn’t let up until she was sure that at least thirty minutes had past. Then she turned around and cut down the main road back home. She was back in five minutes.
She locked up her bike in the backyard and rushed inside, tossing her helmet on the dryer as she crossed the washroom. A quick glance at the clock showed it was almost one. Her exercise lasted a little longer than she thought, and that was okay. She made her way upstairs to her room and carefully picked out some clothes. Levi shorts and a yellow tank top. Normally her mother refused to let her outside in tank tops unless she was going to the pool, but Isabella figured it would help in her mission to make her father hard again.
She jumped in the shower, and soaped up her body. It was then that she was hit with excitement at what she was going to do. It was nothing big, but to her it was a huge step. Would her father suspect her? Would he realize that she was trying to make him horny for her? Her soaped hand caressed her smooth belly and dipped to wash her pussy, her fingers teasing the folds of her pussy and clit. She turned her face to the warm spray of the shower.
“Mmm,….Daddy.” She moaned softly, feeling wicked for saying it out loud. She tried again, following what was said on the video. “…Yes, fuck me Daddy.” She whispered. Her finger danced over her clit, making her knees weak. She pictured her father’s large body pinning her to her bed like in the video, his cock pumping in and out of her. “Harder, Daddy, fuck me harder.” She said louder into the spray of water. “I want your cock in me… please Daddy…put it in my pussy!” She jammed two fingers into her soapy cunt as a small orgasm had her legs shaking. “Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me Daddy. Fuck!.. Me!” she screamed. She quickly put her hands out to steady her and her legs trembled. She panted for air; she could feel her face going red.
She had never talked like that before. Would she be able to do it if it really happened? Maybe. She quickly soaped up her pussy and ran a razor across the small mound, leaving only a small oval –like patch of hair. She quickly shaved her legs so they would be extra smooth in her shorts. She washed and conditioned her hair before jumping out and drying off. She used the hair dryer on her long hair and then kept it down. Blue panties, bra, her tank top and shorts. Her shorts came to mid thigh. Any shorter and her mother would have burned them. She hurried down the stairs, happy to see that no one was home to overhear her screams of pleasure. She watched some TV on the sofa, her eyes going to the clock. Two, two-thirty… two forty-five . When was he coming? Mom would be back by four.
i can bet this is a cut-and-paste story from somewhere. calling bro Northern to ‘investigate’.
but having said that, the korean girl is chio!
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Can’t wait huh
Then at three o’clock on the dot ….
http://forum.xnxx.com/showthread.php?t=195869
Haha, Yea, I went to google after posting and read liao, just that the original author havent update also.. anw Thanks bro
Then at three o’clock on the dot, his car pulled into the driveway. And Isabella felt a jot of both excitement and panic deep in her chest as she positioned herself on the sofa with the tv chattering in the background. She curled up, tucking her legs under her and brought up the moment to betrayal and shock that her father wanted to divorce, and rubbed her eyes hard with the heal of her hand to make them look red and puffy. She could hear her father walking up the driveway as tears started to flood her eyes and Isabella gave an experimental sob, yep, she sounded genuine. She rested her arms on the sofa and buried her head against them.
“Bella?” Her father asked as he shut the front door behind him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he set his briefcase down and moved to sit next to her. “What’s the matter? Did something happen?” He tried to pull her away from the sofa cushion.
Isabella pulled back, showing the tears that were running down her face and she sobbed again. “No…n-nothing happened, I’m just…upset again.” She moved the bury her head in the sofa cushion again but her father caught her by the shoulders.
“There, now. It’s alright Bella, it will take a little to get use to.” He moved to pull her into a hug, but Bella moved to climb into his lap again. She curled up, sat on his lap and pressed her face her his neck and sobbed again.
Jonathan felt bad for causing his girl so much pain. And he rocked her gently as he did the night before. One hand went back to rub her back, the other rested on her smooth, bare leg. It didn’t take long for his mouth to go dry and his mind to fall into the gutter as his eyes swept up her bare thighs where her short had started to ride up. It wasn’t often she wore shorts, and the sight of her slender legs made him mind whirl.
“S’okay Daddy.” She sniffed. Already the tears dried and se pretended to try and calm down. “It just kinda washed over me again all at once. I’ll be okay.” She rocked in time with her father, moving her ass just a little more than needed.
What was more rare for Jonathan to see was his daughter in a tank top. The cotton fabric molded to every curve of her tits, the thin straps exposing all of her shoulders and the creamy skin that was most always hidden. Once again, though he tried to ignore it, he felt his cock stir to life against his daughter’s rocking ass. “So.” He cleared his throat, for it seemed to have closed up. “What’s with the clothes? Did you go swimming?”
Isabella rubbed away fake tears and pulled back a little. “No I just went for a bike ride. I know I’ll have to change before mom comes home though, she hates it when I wear these clothes.” She pulled a face and her father laughed.
“I think you look great in them.” He took advantage of the subject to rake his eyes over her form once again. “I wish you would wear them more often.” He blurted.
She smiled, “I’ll wear them for you then Daddy.” She rested her head on his shoulder, purposefully pressing her breasts against his chest. She could already feel the bulge poking at her ass again, it rubbed deliciously across her ass as she let her father rock her gently, even though she no longer needed the comfort. “Just don’t tell Mom, she’ll burn them.”
He laughed softly, “Well I’ll make sure she won’t find out. You’ll dress like this only when she’s gone for work. We’ll keep out our secret.”
His hand rubbing her back felt good and Isabella could feel the moisture growing in her pussy. She was the cause of his hard-on. This one was much harder than yesterday and her father’s gentle rocking pace quickened slightly, but again she pretended innocence. “If I move with you to Seattle , I’ll be able to dress like this all the time.”
“True, but I don’t think you’ll want to wear them much Bella Baby…the weather is very cool at best, freezing cold at worst.” Though his cock jumped at the though of his girl walking around in something much more skimpier than that. Just the though if having his baby girl walk around in short shorts, half her ass cheeks peeking out. God, he needed to stop thinking about it. His cock was rock hard and he could hardly stand having her firm ass rocking across it, but hell if he could stop. I just felt so good, so wrong…so right.
Through the front window, a car slowed to a stop. “Crap, it’s mom!” Isabella struggled to get up from her father’s lap. If she caught her dressed like this, sitting in her father’s lap, she would be dead. Her father scooped her up, his hand pressed firmly on her ass, one finger pressing against the denim fabric right between her ass cheeks, just an inch from her pussy. He quickly tipped her on her feet and gave her ass a not so fatherly smack.
“Go change kiddo, I’ll be locked in my study. I have work to do.” He vanished past the front door just as fast as she ran up the steps to her room. She quickly changed into more mother friendly clothes but not before shoving her fingers into her dripping pussy. God it was far hotter than she could have ever imagined! The heat of his hand was burning on her ass. She licked her juices from her fingers and finished changing before heading back down to greet her mother.
“Hey mom, how was work?” She asked as she walked into the kitchen where her mother was already getting the roast ready for the oven.”
“It was work. Her mother mumbled. Clearly her mother left work in a mood again. Isabella was about to excuse herself and hide in her room when her mother looked up from chopping carrots. “Did you remember to weed the flower beds like I asked you too?”
Isabella winced, “No…I forgot.” She said meekly, and prepared for her mother’s wrath.
Her mother’s lips pressed into a line and she pointed outside. “Well then go and do it young lady. Dinner won’t be done for an hour and half, you have time.” She glanced around. “Where is your father.”
She was already backing away before she was given anymore chores. “I think he locked himself in his study again. He said he had work to do.”
“Oh!” Her mother growled, throwing the cut vegetables into the roasting pan. “He knows I hate it when he locks himself up in that study. He’s always in there for hours on end. That’s what he goes to the office for, no need to do it at home too!” Her mother ranted but Isabella had already reached the back door.
She escaped to the outside and with a sigh went to the small storage shed and grabbed a pair of gardening gloves. Her pair was bright green and made from some sort of leather-like fabric. She worked them on and got to work yanking the weeds from her mother’s numerous flower beds than lined the house.
It was just like her mother to give her a chore and kill her mood. Though it may be a good idea for her to cool down after nearly wetting her panties “innocently” riding her dad’s cock. She giggled at her thought as she started at one end of the house and slowly worked her way around, pulling all unwanted plants from her mother’s meticulously laid flower beds. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking of her father in such a way. It was suppose to be a naughty, dirty thing, but it felt so good and exciting. And she loved her dad, and he loved her. So there couldn’t be any harm in it. She was just having a little fun.
But the longer she worked the more and more guilty she felt. Who knew how long it had been from the last time her father had sex. Just because they just announced their divorce, didn’t mean they just stopped their sex life. It could have been weeks or even months from the last time her dad got laid. Any kind of stimulation would have brought of a erection in anyone. It might not be because he dad was hot for his baby girl. It was getting dark when she rounded the corner of the house. Dinner should be done soon, but she may as well finish so she wouldn’t have to do it tomorrow. She moved slowly on her hands and knees, brushing aside the pretty summer blossoms looking for any weeds and pulling them out when she found them.
Near the end was the window to her father’s study. It was dark now and warm light poured out from the window. Isabella crouched by the window, careful not to step in the soft dirt of the flower bed. Perhaps if she popped up she could scare her dad like she use to when she was younger. Grinning, she rested her hands on the window ledge and popped up, but her shout of surprise died in her throat. She could see her father sitting at his desk, his back to the window and between the gaps of the lacey curtain panels she could see her father pumping his fist over his cock.
She wanted to duck before he would see her, but with it being dark outside and his back was half turned to her, she was sure he wouldn’t spot her. suddenly her past thoughts of guilt flew from her mind as she inch up to watch. His cock was seven or eight inches, a big mushroom head and webbed with bulging veins. His fist pumped so fast, Isabella wondered if he could feel it at all. Her eyes grew even wider as she saw her picture sitting in front of his computer monitor. It was one of those folding picture frames; it had her graduation photo in one, where she was sitting next to big foam blocks of her graduation year, the other was her head shot.
Was he jacking off to her picture?
Jonathan couldn’t hold it back anymore. The raging boner he got from his daughter wouldn’t go away and he couldn’t stop thinking about her firm little ass and smooth toned legs, wanting to feel them wrapped around him. He wanted to see those firm ass cheeks as he rammed his cock in from behind her. She was so little, like her mother, he knew her pussy would be tight. So tight he would feel every twitch, every spasm of her pussy walls. She would whimper for him, little mewing sounds like a cat and then he would make her moan and scream, writhe, and thrash with the overload of pleasure he would give her. He worked the shaft of his cock harder as he moved the photos of his daughter right by his computer so he could gaze at her lovely innocent face.
What would her lips feel like on his cock? Would she suckle the head of his dick or would she ram his cock down her throat. He groaned softly, thinking of that wet, warm heat of a mouth around his cock. He was a horrible person for thinking such thoughts about his baby girl. And yet it was those nasty thoughts that made his balls ache. The more he thought about it, the better it felt to slide his fist up and down his cock. He loved his Bella Baby, loved her with all his heart. And he would never do anything to jeopardize that. He would never act on these sudden thoughts of lust over his child; so all he could do was fantasize with her picture.
He was going to cum, he could feel his cock twitching and at the last moment he grabbed the frame of her pictures with his hand and held it to his cock.
Isabella watched as her father grunted and a jet of white cum splattered across the picture of her face, from her nose to her forehead. A second squirt covered her mouth and chin. A third, forth and fifth covered most of her face. He then used the mushroom tip of his cock to smear the cum until ever inch of her face was covered in his cum. It was thick and white and Isabella’s mouth watered at the thought of what her daddy’s cum would taste like. God her pussy ached from spying on his most private moments. He kept running his cock on the picture over and over; she could picture him smearing his cum on her face with that cock.
“Isabella! Dinner is ready!” Her mother called from out the back door. Startled, Isabella dropped out of view of the window, her heart in her throat as hurried out of the flower bed and back around to where he mother was waiting. “Did you pull all the weeds?” She asked, as she pulled the gloves from her trembling hands. Isabella didn’t even know that her whole body was shaking as she spied on her father.
“Almost, just a little spot left on that side.” She pointed to the side of the house. She was breathless, as if she’d been running.
“Good, you can finish that spot tomorrow. Go wash up young lady.” Her mother stepped aside so she could walk in. “Get your father, tell him dinner is ready.”
“Okay.” She hurried to the bathroom and washed her hands, kicked her shoes off in her room. She just watched her father masturbating. Would she be able to face him without blushing, or just looking at him differently? She didn’t know. Downstairs she knocked on his office door. She didn’t even try the knob, she knew it was locked.
“Yes?” She heard him call.
“Daddy, dinner is ready. Mom wants you to come eat.” Almost as soon as she finished her message, the door was pulled open and her father filled the doorway. She looked up. Other than maybe being a little flush, he looked relaxed and happy.
“Okay baby.” He gazed down at her and Isabella fought the urge to reach out and touch him. The need was so great she shoved her hands in her pockets as she stepped aside. But he gave her back a soft rub as he walked past her.
“Um, can I borrow a dictionary dad? She suddenly blurted as he walked down the hall. “I need it to help with my summer homework.”
“Sure, baby.” He said over his shoulder and disappeared in the kitchen.
Isabella slipped into the office, ignoring the wall of bookshelves she went straight to the desk and picked up the folding picture frame. In truth, she had hardly given the pile of homework papers any thought, she just wanted an excuse to be in his office. Her head shot was clean, he had removed most all the cum he could, yet a slight haze covered the glass and without thinking, she lifted the frame to her mouth and dragged her tongue across the glass. There was a slit tangy taste, a little salty maybe. Excited that she was tasting her father cum, she ran her tongue over every inch of her photo, relishing in the tiny bit of taste she was picking up.
Quickly she dried the picture, setting the frame back on his desk, she ran over to the book shelf and took the thick dictionary from the shelf and quickly ran to her room before her parents would notice she was taking a while. She tossed the heavy volume on her bed and rushed back down the steps, slowly as she entered the kitchen and sat as her mother served them. She sat next to her father and she flashed him a smile, he smiled tenderly in return. But all Isabella could see was his thick cock spewing cum on the frozen image of her smiling face.
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So daddy must have so nasty thoughts about me… the same thoughts I have about him. Funny how they seemed to have popped up out of nowhere. It was torture to sit next to him, bumping legs as we ate, knowing what I saw.