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Our Changing Attitudes
by Flinders (no address provided)
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Dad is bored and daughter is in need of an abode. Add a
bit of romance, horny emotions and the right environment
and 'presto' you get successful attitude changes towards
incest. (MF, inc, rom, preg?)
***
Retirement has been good, but just a bit boring as well.
I have been busy with chore-like activities for the past
few months. Now I am beginning to worry that I will run
out of house repairs, car polishing, minor general
maintenance and some assorted gardening before too long
passes. With the coming of winter I have been thinking
about doing some travel but not really sure where to go.
I was checking in with the children, which usually
represents a monthly phone call that goes through all
the niceties yet seldom offers any motivation to
communicate more. Both the son and daughter are faring
well with either continuous “on again and off again”
relationships or shifting jobs. I act like a sounding
board for their frustrations. Really, I think it is all
parents are expected to do.
The daughter, named Helen was complaining about her last
male friend who apparently was fine with the
cohabitation arrangements until Helen took herself off
her birth control regime to see if he was serious. Once
he was aware of her motivations he was off to different
“digs”. Since they shared the rent and expenses it has
meant that Helen is looking for an alternative place to
live.
Not being quick enough on the up-take I offered my place
as an interim location to stay until she decided what
she wanted to do. Because I expected to be a tourist
that remained just a story at the moment, my offer still
sounded genuine. To my dismay Helen immediately said
that was a great idea and when was I leaving and for how
long. She followed that she would take care of my house
until I finished travelling.
Too stunned to respond that I was “still just thinking”
I stupidly said; “Yah that’s a good solution”. I guess
that Helen thought that the extra hour plus drive to
work each day was a fair exchange for no rent.
So it was settled, Helen was moving in within a week or
two and I would be off travelling sometime after that.
She asked if she could use the car so she could sell
hers. Her financial change meant repayments were too
steep on her own and with the extra money she could pay
for a cheaper replacement when I returned. It all seemed
so reasonable.
Consequently, I was both homeless and carless in one
fast exchange of logical comments. I was more shocked
when I hung up the phone and collected my thoughts. This
sense of chaos lasted for the next two weeks as I tried
to organise a trip for which I had no motivation to
pursue except to remove the escalating boredom
enveloping me.
Without any further organisation a small van arrived at
the house with Helen’s belongings, which she could not
do without. The rest was put into storage until her life
reorganised itself. She got herself stuff arranged and
took over the guest bedroom putting most her extra stuff
in the attic.
After the initial panic subsided and having lived by
myself for several years now I must admit that I was
enjoying her company immensely. I learned all about her
defunct relationship in details that I could have gladly
done without. However it did fill in the longstanding
conversation vacuum I had suffered. She quickly adjusted
to the new abode and longer travel time.
She sold her car and was becoming comfortable. I on the
other hand was shifting towards a feeling of discomfort.
I was still unsure about travel, enjoying the company
but uneasy with the seemingly unplanned nature of life
after years of self-management. This all changed one
Friday night after a few weeks of Helen’s arrival.
I had been using her counsel to help me decide on a tour
of Europe. However autumn had come and was quickly
fading. Temperatures were dropping as the leaves were
finally falling throughout New England’s countryside. I
had retreated into the house and garage where I had a
shop set up to refinish some antique furniture I had
collected at a recent garage sale. I had installed a
potbelly stove into the shop making it a good place to
spend the shorter cooling days.
I was busy trying to replace a damaged coffee table leg
with some locally sawn hickory and was having trouble
getting the new leg to fit correctly. I had been at it
for several hours and did not take note of the time
until Helen entered the shop to tell me that wine and
cheese were on the table and I should wash up. This was
a new approach to the weekend. I was surprised but glad
to take a break from the recalcitrant piece of wood. It
was eight o’clock and dark. Startled I quick told her
that I was coming as she left.
I noticed that she was dressed in her dressing gown, a
bathrobe really and was walking around in my slippers
with a towel wrapped around her head. She obviously came
home and had taken a bath and was now relaxing with a
bottle of wine by the fire.
Thinking nothing of it I placed the leg and tools away
and went to clean up. As I entered the house I was given
a glass full of red and handed a fresh towel and my robe
and told to take a shower before sitting down to chat.
Not sure what was on the agenda I wondered off to the
bathroom and started a shower. There was a knock on the
door just as I was about to step into the shower. The
door opened and Helen asked for my dirt clothes, she was
doing a wash and wanted my dirt clothes.
Upon collecting my clothes she carefully looked at me
and said: “Oh Dad don’t you look good. I sure could used
some of that in me tonight” and left. Not too sure what
she meant, because she had just had a bath herself. I
was not aware of any other issues that her statement
would fit. I finished my shower, dried off and emptied
my glass of a very smooth red. I thought that it was a
bit up market for my pallet but I was going enjoy it
just the same.
When I arrived a fire was roaring and a collection of
good-looking cheeses were set up on the coffee table.
Helen was sitting in one chairs stretching out one arm
seeking my empty glass holding a bottle in the other.
With the glass filled she made up some cheese and
crackers on a board and handed it to me. The cheeses
were as good as the wine. She sat back down in the chair
asking how my day went. I spoke to her about my day in
general and the chair leg in particular.
During this ten-minute chat I had not noticed that she
had brought one knee up leaning it on the armrest while
resting her foot on the seat cushion. It meant that her
robe had fallen over the armrest and her thigh and
reddened crotch were exposed.
Once I noticed it I realised that Helen was shaved and
aware of my attention. No move was made to change her
posture. Seconds passed as she watched my behaviour as I
sipped the wine and nibbled the crackers. Finally she
asked: “Dad when was the last time you had sex? Can you
still get an erection?”
I was still trying to look at her face but kept glancing
at he crotch. It was so extraordinary. I look at
pornography and knew women shaved but had never seen a
woman, who actually shaved. Obviously, she was teasing
me as she took her hand and pulled her knee up tighter
towards her breast. It caused her labia to slip by each
other then spread open to show me a moist shinny pink
vagina. She never stopped looking at me. “Does my pussy
appeal to you”? She asked. I was still unable to answer
her first question.
Helen understood the shock I was in. She leant forward
and cut more cheese slowly placed them on crackers
knowing that by doing this she was not looking at me
directly yet allowing me the freedom to examine her
without her examining me. She lifted the board for me to
grab the crackers breaking the trance I was in.
I accepted the crackers and sat back. To ensure that I
stayed engaged, Helen stood up and removed her robe,
slowly placing it on the floor then sitting back down in
the chair re-establishing her open and inviting posture.
“Well Dad, what do you think about having her daughter
seduce you?” I was still unable to respond yet knew
inside that I was more excited then ever before. “You do
understand that I am trying to seduce you tonight don’t
you?”
Finally I was able to answer with a “Yes” that got stuck
halfway up my throat. “Oh good” she commented. “Let me
explain the situation to you.” she followed. Then
looking carefully at me she began; “Dad, I have not had
an orgasm for about a month now. I have masturbated
enough to know that I need a man’s penis inside me to
achieve an acceptable orgasm. I have been so desperate I
have actually explored the web to see how to hire a
prostitute”. She got up and refilled my glass then did
the same for herself and sat down again insuring that
her vagina stayed open for my viewing.
“Well I found a local place near work but when I went to
inspect it I could not bring myself to go in. I have
been really frustrated since and cannot stop beating
off. I was using my toys just before I collected your
dirty clothes. When I saw your penis I was immediately
aware that I wanted you to put your penis inside me and
let me have an orgasm. Would you do that for me?
I had to admit, I was tittering between panic and
curiosity. “I think you will like it too. What do you
think? Isn’t it about time that we try a sex together?
It should be fun and besides I really like the
naughtiness of it. One of my friends always raves about
the sex she has with her son. So I thought maybe you and
I could try some good old-fashion dad and daughter sex.
It would certainly make me feel a lot better!”
“Helen, isn’t that incest you are suggesting and surely
you can do better than a 62 year old man?” I was pleased
and able to say. I felt rather good about the proposal
but never expecting to receive such a request. I was
surprisingly ambivalent about incest and more concerned
with my ability to perform after so long.
“Listen Dad, I am 38 and I can tell you that if your
penis is as good erect as it looks soft I will be more
than happy to have it inside me. I like the perverse
pleasure from just thinking about having my father
helping me achieve an orgasm. Please, wouldn’t you enjoy
having a pussy massaging her penis – I’m sure I can make
you orgasm too – please.” she quickly followed.
Speechless again I watched as Helen contracted her
abdomen and caused a shinny stream of vaginal cream to
seep from her vagina on to the cushion of the chair.
Noticing my attention she looked down and saw the
stream. She quickly put her fingers to capture the thick
fluid then placed her fingers into her mouth before
attempting to collect some more. Looking up at me she
said; “See Dad, I need you to make love to me or I’ll go
crazy.”
With that she got up and opened my robe. We noticed that
I was erect. This situation both made me ashamed and
excited. Once she saw I was erect and she knew it was
due to her behaviour, it became clear to both of us that
I would satisfy Helen’s immediate request.
I'd had no sexual activity in several years except for
occasional beat-off sessions. I was scared, not of the
incest again surprisingly but of failing to please my
daughter desire to be fucked – there I said it. I wanted
to fuck my daughter as ardently as she wished to fuck
me. Waiting for a further stimulus I remained paralysed
in the chair.
Helen recognised my dilemma and said; “Dad lie down on
the rug and I’ll fuck you first then you can fuck me
later, okay?” She grabbed my hands and pulled me up from
my chair removed my robe and guided me to the rug in
front of the fireplace. She had me lie down on my back,
which allowed my penis to stand straight up.
Without any delay Helen stepped over me and squatted
down over my hips. Looking n the eye she carefully
gasped my penis and positioned its tip against her open
vagina sliding it back and forth along her vaginal slit
before squatted down further. She moaned and looked up
as she settled down on my hips. I watched as my penis
slipped out of view and inside her.
“Oh Dad this feels good. I can feel you pushing hard
against my insides. Push up right there. This is so
amazing. We fit together perfectly. This going to be
perfect.” With Helen and I well fitted together she
simply moans and began to lift up then settle down again
and again until a rhythm was to her liking. This carried
on for some minutes before she began to shake breaking
our rhythm. She stopped to re-establish it but just when
the pace was smooth it went chaotic again.
After several attempts she just seemed to give up with
an “Oh shit, Dad you need to squirt in me right now,
please sperm me now!”
She put her entire weight on me so I could feel the tip
of my penis pushing against a firm surface. “Yes that’s
it, that’s it, squirt right there – right there – now!”
Where she began to shake again but never released her
pressure on my hips or penis. I instantly felt my sperm
leave my penis and enter Helen’s vagina. I gasped only
after my ejaculate ceased to squirt. I was absolutely
exhausted.
Helen’s body relaxed and seemed to slump down on top of
me. She was panting so hard that I feared that she was
going to faint. “Are you alright?” I asked. No reply was
given but she nodded her head into my shoulder and then
lay still. Some five minute later she said; “Dad, you
are the first man to ever squirted sperm directly into
my womb, the first one. It was just as I have always
hoped it would happen. I’m really tired. I need to lie
down and rest.”
With that she slowly lifted off me and lay down on her
back beside me with the exception that she placed the
chair cushion under her back and her feet up on the
chair arm. She looked over at me and said, “It is just
in case we are both fertile right now. Wouldn’t it be
amazing and to conceive with my Dad no less! Dad you are
wonderful!”
I was left to consider the situation after Helen
appeared to fall asleep next to me. An hour ago I was a
father, trying to help his daughter get through a
difficult period in her life. Now I was a father who
helped his daughter commit incest, perhaps impregnating
her at the same time. It was a new life-changing
experience, even it fulfilled both our emotional desires
and to her desire to procreate.
I listened to Helen breathe deeply and snuggle up
against me. She was warm, soft and content. As I thought
through the consequences of our behaviour I realised
that the world was a pretty good place and when
something pleasant happens you should welcome it and not
regret it. If Helen and I actually conceived we would
just have to deal with it. If we did not conceive and
this was just a spontaneous pleasurable romantic and
sexual event between a father and daughter, so be it.
We would see if Helen’s attitude changed when she awoke.
I realised my attitudes had changed and I was okay with
either circumstance.
END
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