She Came Back Into My Life

When I was 15, I got an older girl to date me: I looked older and played the part. She was about 19. We had sex multiple times and never told her. Then I got her pregnant, and had to tell her. She essentially told me to go fuck myself, but decided to keep the baby and raise it without me. I tried her to accept me and keep me around as the father, but she wouldn't even see me. In retrospect, it was probably for the best. I managed to make a decent life for myself, and my family never found out out I had a child somewhere.

Fast forward 25 years, and I get a message on Facebook. A young woman (let's call her "L") claiming to be the daughter of that woman I dated so long ago. She explained that her mother had recently passed away, but had agreed to give her all the info she had on me, so she could find me if she wanted. Long story short, I agreed to meet her.

We hit it off right from the start. She came forward with no expectations from me as a father, she just wanted to meet me. We got along well and had fun, even agreeing on meeting up every couple of weeks. We eventually developed a friendship: having met her as an adult, and having never married or had any other children, I couldn't see her exactly as a daughter. As I would eventually learn, she didn't see me as a father either.

One night, after dropping her off at her place, I was going to lean in for a hug when I was intercepted by her lips. She kissed me passionately, and I almost stopped her by impulse, but I have in. I liked it. She stopped, when I was about to open my mouth she told me to not say a thing, and took me upstairs. By then it dawned on me that, during our last few meetings, she had been acting weird, as if she had been hesitant to flirt with me. My own daughter was attracted to me, and suddenly I realized I was attracted to her, too. But I couldn't see her like that: in front of me was a naked, attractive young woman ready to have sex with me, and I just went with it.

The aftermath was a shock and, for a couple of weeks, she totally went off my radar, asked me not to see her or contact me. I felt guilty for obvious reasons, but when she was finally ready to see me we came to the same conclusion: we might have been related, but in practice, we had just been two total strangers, adult that just met, were sexually attracted to each other and had a blast together. It took a little while for both of us to really wrap our heads around the idea, but I dumped another woman I had been casually seeing, and "L" and I started "dating". We couldn't put a name on it, obviously, but we started going out and making out. She didn't want to have sex at first because she was seeing someone else, too. But things clicked once we made love again: it was just too amazing to ignore, like nothing else any of us had experienced before (and believe me, both of us have some mileage). She dumped her boyfriend and moved in with me.

We've been a couple for over a year and a half, and forbidden as it is, we can't get enough of each other, sexually speaking. Each time we fuck is like a pleasure trance. We're both experienced and open minded, and we've tried so many new things together. We date openly, no one has any reason to suspect us since I never revealed her existence to anyone back in the day, and her mother only gave her her last name. We're so hooked on each other by now, that we actually went and had a DNA test done to confirm what we knew. The result only turned us on more.

During sex she actually calls me daddy, which is such a turn on. And she liked to take me bareback and cum inside her. She's on the pill and we wouldn't have it otherwise, but we fantasize about the taboo of me impregnating her. It just makes us lose our minds.