Father Sleeps with Daughter

Father Sleeps with Daughter, Ch. 01

Forty-five-year-old father sleeps with his 23-year-old daughter.

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Author's Note:

This is a fictional story that Glen asked me to write about him having an incestuous, and consensual, sexual relationship with his daughter, Caroline. After inappropriately sexually touching her his daughter, she confessed how she sexually felt about her father having had sex with her.

This story is from both their points of views. Reading much like a screenplay but with the background description of a novel, it shows what the father and the daughter are thinking.

Something that neither father nor daughter thought would ever happen, Glen had drunken sex with Caroline. Even though they were both inebriated, with them both sexually frustrated and horny, and with them sexually attracted to one another, the sex was not only willing between them but also consensual.

Indeed, something so forbidden, yet, something so sexually exciting, Glen wanted to have sex with his daughter as much as Caroline wanted to have sex with her father. Not planned or premeditated, it just happened.

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Fade In:

Father Sleeps with Daughter, Ch. 01

Father and daughter have consensual, incestuous sex.

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Father's Viewpoint:

I blame all that sexually and incestuously happened between my daughter and I on my ex-wife, Sheila. She had cheated on me throughout our entire 25-year marriage, the whore. Instead of staying at home, she was out with her friends every night partying.

Even the COVID virus couldn't stop her from going out drinking. None of this would have happened had she had remained faithful to me and had stayed married to me. Finally, she left me to live somewhere in California with her dance instructor, Marco, while I was left alone to live with my adult daughter, Caroline.

Bad enough of her to have abandoned me, her husband, but how could she abandon her daughter, too. Granted, Caroline was an adult but to leave without giving her an address where to reach her, an email where to write, or a phone number where to call her is just nasty. Her mother, Sheila, only cared about herself. Goodbye and good riddance, good luck to her.

'Bye,' I thought. 'Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out of our lives.'

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Daughter's Viewpoint:

Bad enough of my whore and drunk of a mother to have abandoned her loving husband but how could she abandon me, her daughter? Granted, no longer a child dependent on my mother raising me, I was an adult. Yet, to leave without saying goodbye, without leaving an address where to reach her, an where email where to write her, or a phone number where to call her was wrong. Clearly, my mother only cared about herself.

Goodbye mom. Even though you left me, I still love you. I'll always love you.

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Father's Viewpoint:

With my wife staying out late and partying with her friends nearly every night, she didn't get out of bed until 11am the next morning. By the time Sheila had arisen from the dead, and hungover, Caroline had already left for work. An understatement, my wife wasn't much of a mother.

Then, before our daughter even arrived home from work, Sheila would have already gone out the door with her friends to party all night again. Never considering the welfare of her husband or her daughter, she acted as if she was single. Meanwhile, with me paying the mortgage, the food, and all of the monthly bills, I supported my wife by stupidly giving her money for her to go drinking.

With many of her friends not even knowing that she was married and was a mother of an adult daughter, she acted as if she didn't have a husband and/or a daughter. She acted as if she was on the hunt for a man. Forget about shopping for groceries, cooking dinner, doing laundry, and/or cleaning the house, all of that was on my and Caroline's shoulders. My wife acted as if she didn't have a responsibility in the world.

I love my daughter and now that we lived together without the meddling interference, the constant aggravation, and the bickering of her mother, we grew closer. With the COVID quarantine in full swing, my daughter's company required her to work from home. We me already working from home, as if attached at the hip, we were always together.

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Daughter's Viewpoint:

With my mother staying out late and partying with her friends nearly every night, she didn't get out of bed until late morning or early afternoon. By the time she had collected herself enough to climb out of bed, I had already left for work. Sometimes, I didn't see her for days. An understatement, my mother wasn't much of a mother. She had already emotionally abandoned me long before she had physically left me.

Then, before I had even arrived home from work, my mother had already gone out the door to party all night with her friends again. Never considering the welfare of my dad or me, she acted as if she was unattached. Meanwhile, with my father and I paying the mortgage, the food, and all the monthly bills, I supported my mother by foolishly giving her money for her to go drinking.

With many of her friends not even knowing that she was married and was a mother of an adult daughter, she acted as if she didn't have a husband and/or a daughter. She acted as if she was looking for a man. Forget about shopping for groceries, cooking dinner, doing laundry, and/or cleaning the house, all of that was on my and my father's shoulders. Emotionally detached from us, my mother acted as if she didn't have a care in the world.

I love my dad and now that we lived together without the meddling interference, the constant aggravation, and the bickering of my mother, we grew closer. With the COVID quarantine in full swing, my company required me to work from home. With my dad already working from home, as if we were husband and wife instead of father and daughter, we were always together.

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Father's Viewpoint:

Yet, not a bad life, a much better life without Sheila, we talked, laughed, watched movies, played board games, and had as much fun that a father and daughter could have without having sex, forbidden sex, incestuous sex. I mean, God forbid, safe with me, I never thought of Caroline in a sexual way. With her having had plenty of boyfriends and dates before COVID hit, with me feeling safe with her, I'm sure that my daughter never thought of me in a sexual way either.

Yet, alas and unfortunately, a game changer, whenever there's copious amounts of alcohol, incestuous sex happens. Now that we were stuck at home alone, we were drinking more than we should and that we ordinarily would have if we needed to stay sober to drive to and from work. Yet, with nothing else to do other than to watch television, watch movies, or play boardgames, after a while, we were bored. While having a few drinks to relax, we drank every night.

Yet, admittedly, better than taking drugs, nonetheless, oftentimes, alcohol gets in the way of better judgment as it had with my daughter and I. Generous amounts of alcohol are often filled with shame, embarrassment, and regrets. With our inhibitions gone, and with the both of us horny and sexually frustrated, sorry to write but sometimes, sex, especially forbidden sex, and incestuous sex, happens when you least expect it.

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When we weren't working, we relaxed by having a few drinks. Yet, some nights, tired of staying in the house, admittedly, we overdid the alcohol. With neither of us driving, safely staying home, we didn't think there was anything wrong with overindulging by sometimes drinking alcohol to an excess. Instead of going out, we went to bed.

Not all bad, we discovered that the more we drank, the more we talked. We talked about everything. The more we drank, the more we laughed. We laughed over everything. We laughed over nothing. The more we talked and laughed, the more that we better knew one another.

It was then that I was beginning to romantically fall in love with my daughter in the way that a father should never romantically love his daughter. It was then that my daughter was romantically falling in love with me in the way that a daughter should never romantically love her father. Only, I couldn't help how I felt about her. It just happened.

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Daughter's Viewpoint:

Yet, not a bad life, a much better life without my mother, we talked, laughed, watched movies, played boardgames, and had as much fun that a father and daughter should have without having sex, forbidden sex, incestuous sex. I mean, God forbid. I never thought of my dad in a sexual way. With him pining after my mother, I'm sure that he never thought of me in a sexual way either.

Yet, alcohol is a game changer. When we've both had too much to drink, incestuous sex happens. Now that we were stuck at home alone, we were drinking more than we would have if we needed to stay sober to drive to and from work. Yet, with nothing else to do other than to watch television, watch movies, or play boardgames, while having a few drinks, we drank every night.

With all of my friends getting high, I never took drugs. Yet, even without taking drugs, oftentimes, alcohol gets in the way of better judgment. Getting drunk is often filled with shame, embarrassment, and remorse. With our inhibitions gone, and with the both of us horny and sexually frustrated, sometimes, sex, especially forbidden sex happens, when you least expect it.

When we weren't working, we relaxed by having a few drinks. Yet, some nights, tired of staying in the house, admittedly, we overdid the alcohol. With neither of us driving, safely staying home, we didn't think there was anything wrong with overindulging by sometimes drinking alcohol to an excess. Instead of going out, we went to bed.

Not all bad, we discovered that the more we drank, the more we talked. We talked about everything. We laughed over nothing. The more we talked and laughed the more that we better knew one another. It was then that I was beginning to love my father in the way that a daughter should never fall in love with her father.

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Father's Viewpoint:

Then, one night, sex just happened. While we sat on the couch watching a movie and drinking wine, something that she sometimes does, Caroline fell asleep on me. I'm glad that my daughter felt comfortable enough with me and trusted me enough to fall asleep on me. Only, with her head in my lap and her hand resting on my pajama clad cock, and with me no longer having a woman in my life, and feeling so horny, I'm embarrassed to admit that she had sexually excited me.

Something she had never done; Caroline inadvertently and unintentionally gave me an erection. Her beautiful mouth so very close to my throbbing, semi-erect prick. An understatement, for the first time, Caroline sexually excited me.

With me horny enough and sexually frustrated enough, and with my daughter beautiful, sexy, and shapely enough, who would blame me for wanting to have sex with her? Any man would want my gorgeous daughter. Moreover, with her looking like the woman that I used to love, albeit Caroline was taller, bustier, and prettier than Sheila, it was hard for me not to want to bed her.

Something that I had never imagined her doing, clearly by accident, I never imagined Caroline touching my pajama clad cock in her sleep. I never imagined my daughter feeling the head of my erect prick with her manicured fingertips in her sleep. I never imagined her wrapping her long manicured, fingers around my thick prick and stroking me through my pajama bottoms. Now, sexually attracted to her and horny for her, I'd love my daughter to give me a hand job.

With her hand already resting on my pajama clad cock, deliberately hinting for her to take me in her hand, wrap her fingers around my erect prick, and stroke me, I sexually teased her by throbbing my pajama clad prick. I deliberately pulsated my dick while hoping that she'd feel it and remove it from my pajama bottoms. Admittedly, it felt good to throb and pulsate my erect dick against my daughter's hand through my pajama bottoms. Nevertheless, I felt like such a dirty, old man to throb and pulsate my prick against my daughter's sleeping hand.

'How dare I sexually tease Caroline,' I thought? 'What's wrong with me to want to have sex with my daughter? This is my baby girl. She's my blood. I should never sexually desire my daughter. Wanting to have sex with Caroline is just wrong.'

Yet, nonetheless, losing my control, and at the very least, I'd love for Caroline to see my naked prick. I'd love to flash her my daughter my erect cock. Curious for her reaction, would she look, would she stare, or would she look away in disdain and disgust. Still, if nothing more than a sexual fantasy when masturbating myself, I'd love for her to stroke my naked prick. I'd love to cum for my daughter.

Something that I couldn't remove from my horny mind, I imagined Caroline taking my prick in her hand and stroking me. I imagined her taking me in her mouth and sucking me. Feeling ashamed and perversely perverted, I imagined my daughter giving me a blowjob. I imagined her allowing me to cum in her mouth.

I'd love for my daughter to suck my cock. I'd love for her to allow me to lift her nightgown to her waist, allow me to mount her, and allow me to make love to her before fucking her. I'd love to have sex, incestuous sex with my daughter.

'How hot would that be for Caroline to blow me,' I thought? 'I'd love to fondle her big tits and finger her erect nipples while she sucked my cock. How hot would that be for my daughter to allow me to make love to her before fucking her?'

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Daughter's Viewpoint:

Then, one night, sex just happened. While we were sitting on the couch watching a movie and drinking wine, something that I deliberately do to sexually tease my dad and get a rise out of him, I pretended to fall asleep on him. I'm glad that my dad felt comfortable enough with me and trusted me enough to allow me to fall asleep on him. He has such a comfortable lap. Only, with me being wickedly naughty, with my head in his lap and my hand resting on his pajama clad cock, judging by his immediate erection, I had sexually excited him.

'I had sexually excited my father,' I thought. 'With his prick throbbing and pulsating against my hand, I couldn't believe I had given him an erection.'

Not taking very much to sexually excite my dad, with head on his lap, my mouth was so very close to his throbbing, semi-erect prick. Perhaps, he was hoping that I'd remove his stiff prick from his pajama bottoms, take his cock in my hand and stroke him, before taking his prick in my mouth to suck him. Perhaps, my father was hoping that I'd give him a blowjob and allow him to cum in my mouth.

Yet, with sexual teasing working both ways, an understatement, for the first time, my father sexually had aroused me. Already, I was so wet. With me horny enough and sexually frustrated enough, and with my dad a handsome and sexy man, who would blame me for wanting to have sex with him? Any woman would want to have sex with my dad, especially once they discovered that he has a big, thick dick.

Now that I think about it, unashamed and unembarrassed to admit it, I was always sexually attracted to my dad. Now that I think about it, with me looking much like my mother, it was obvious that my dad was sexually attracted to me, too. No doubt, he wanted to have incestuous sex with me as much as I wanted to have incestuous sex with him. Yet, this was my father and not some random man. I'd have to be drunker than I am now to go through with having sex with my dad.

For the first time, something that I'm embarrassed to admit, and something that I had never imagined doing, I imagined touching daddy's pajama clad cock in my feigned sleep. For the first time, as if I was dreaming about cock, I imagined feeling the head of his erect prick with my manicured fingertips while pretending that I was sleeping. For the first time, I imagined wrapping my long fingers around his thick prick and stroking him. I'd love to masturbate my father. I'd love to make him cum.

'Cum, daddy, cum,' I imagined saying while I imagined stroking his big, naked, erect prick. 'Cum daddy, cum. I want to see and hear you cum.'

With my hand already resting on his pajama clad cock, he sexually teased me by deliberately throbbing his pajama clad prick. He deliberately pulsated his dick while hoping, no doubt, that I'd feel his erect prick, remove it from his pajama bottoms, and wrap my fingers around it. Undoubtedly, he hoped that I'd stroke him. Undoubtedly, my father would love me to stroke his naked prick. He'd love me to masturbate him. He'd love me to make him cum.

'Cum daddy, cum,' I imagined saying while sucking his big prick. 'Cum in my mouth, daddy. I want you to cum in my mouth. I need to swallow your cum,' I imagined saying after removing his cock from my mouth for me to speak.

Something that I couldn't remove from my horny mind, I imagined taking his hard dick in my mouth and sucking him. Suddenly feeling embarrassed and ashamed, I imagined giving my father a blowjob. I imagined allowing him to cum in my mouth. I imagined swallowing my father's cum.

'How hot would that be to blow my father,' I thought? 'I'd love fondle him to fondle my big tits and finger my erect nipples while I sucked his cock.'

To be honest, willingly, and consensually, I'd love to suck my dad's cock. Yet, even more than just blowing him, I wished my dad would lift my nightgown to my waist, expose my naked pussy, spread my legs, mount me, and make love to me before fucking me. I'd love to make love to my father. I'd love to fuck my father.

'How hot would that be to allow my father to make love to me? I'd love to make love to my father. How hot would that be for my father to fuck me? I'd love to fuck my father,' thought Caroline.

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Father's Viewpoint:

Then, adding fuel to the sexual fire, when I looked down at her, and to lovingly stroke her lush, blonde, long hair with my hand, the top of her low-cut nightgown was unbuttoned and completely open. As shocked as I was sexually excited, I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't believe the top of my daughter's nightgown top was completely open. My first-time seeing Caroline's naked breasts and her erect nipples, I couldn't believe all that I was seeing of my daughter's naked breasts and her erect nipples.

'She has such big and beautiful breasts,' I thought.

This is the very expensive nightgown that I bought her from Victoria's Secrets. I had bought her this sheer, sexy, low-cut, and revealing nightgown as her 21st, birthday gift. Yet, with her never wearing the nightgown because we were stuck at home due to COVID, I never thought she'd be wearing this nightgown for me.

When I looked down at her, I couldn't help notice that she was wearing the same nightgown that I bought her to wear for one of her boyfriends. Instead of wearing the nightgown for one of her boyfriends, she wore the nightgown for me, her horny father. I wondered if she was deliberately, sexually teasing me by wearing this nightgown. I wondered if she was deliberately exposing her naked breasts by unbuttoning the top of her low-cut nightgown.

With me a little drunk and a lot horny, I never thought of having sex with Caroline until that night, the night that she put her hand on my cock through my pajama bottoms and gave me an erection. I never thought of having sex with my daughter until I saw her naked breasts and her pink, erect nipples. She had such big and beautiful breasts.

I never thought she'd be modeling this sexy nightgown for me. With her nightgown so low-cut, unbuttoned, and blousing open at the front, again, having never seen her naked breasts and nipples before, I was seeing them now. I couldn't stop from staring at all that she was showing.