Out with some old friends a few months back, I was playing pool when a young woman approached us and asked if she could play. Straight away I noticed her eyeing me up (I'm quite a fitness fanatic, gym, weights, running and swimming) and before long we were chatting, and I learned her name was Fiona.
Moving to one side as my mates carried on playing pool, it soon became apparent she liked older men. To cut a long boring bit short, I ended taking Fiona back to my flat.
I'd not long bought the flat/apartment in a very plush complex, as I'd only months before moved back to the area I grew up in. Lots of great memories of the place I lived in growing up brought me back to the town (Plus work), and I must admit there was a few bad memories too. One of those bad memories was splitting up with a girl I was desperately in love with.
Back at my flat, it didn't take too long for us to become naked and in bed. The sex we had was simply amazing. She really was a fantastic fuck and wanted everything I could give her. Oral, vaginal and anal sex, and lots more besides. By the time she left my flat to take a taxi home, I'd cum twice, once up her tight sweet arsehole and once all over her stunningly beautiful face. Losing count of the amount of orgasms she had, she told me after her last one, it was the best sex she'd ever had, even if she was only twenty.
Two days later, I was contacted by the flats concierge saying there was a young lady wanting to see me. Asking him to let her in, I waited for the door bell to chime. Opening the door, the same beautiful girl was stood in front of me, with a concerned look on her face. Inviting her in, she sat down and asked me if I knew someone called (I'll call her Holly, close enough). When I said I did once, she asked me if I knew Holly had had a daughter. When I told her Holly and I had split up, and that it was partly the reason I'd left the town, she said "I'm Holly's daughter, I'm your daughter".
To say I was stunned, shocked and totally gobsmacked is an understatement. Without going too much into it, we talked for hours about our lives up to that point. We also talked about her mother and their lives together. Showing me a picture of her mother twenty years ago, and one taken a few months ago, I knew and felt Fiona was telling me the truth.
Again cutting things short, I got in contact through Fiona with Holly. We met and I soon learned a couple of weeks after we'd split, she found out she was pregnant, but by then I'd moved away. So it was true (We've since confirmed by DNA testing), I had a daughter called Fiona, and she and I had had sex. But not only the once.
The day she'd called back at my flat, even knowing I was her father, she'd stripped in front of me. And again even suspecting she might actually be my daughter, we had sex. And sex that went way beyond what we'd had two nights before. Fiona and I spent pretty much the whole afternoon fucking one another. And as probably many people will say this, but it is true in my case, the sex was by far the best sex I'd ever had.
Three days ago I learned from Fiona she already knew at the pub, I was most probably her father. Yet she still wanted us to have sex.
Her mother, who doesn't know we've had sex, isn't what I call my type anymore, as she's put on a hell of a lot of weight. She is still the same beautiful person inside, but I'm no longer attracted to her. I am however attracted to Fiona and as such even knowing what I now know, we've been having sex together whenever we get the chance to.
We both know we shouldn't, but the seeds of my lust for her were set when I didn't have a clue she was my daughter. And besides, it's Fiona who now often texts me to say she's on her way round.
It's a situation in my life I didn't want or suspect happening. But having Fiona in my life in the way we both know is wrong, for us right now, is the best way for us to move forwards.