My Daughter Likes Really Rough Sex

Four years ago on what was for her a drunken spring break night, she joined me on our patio when she got home from partying. I was chilling, enjoying the mild weather and our outdoor fireplace. I was lounging in just thin cotton pants and a tank top, honestly not expecting to see anyone. My wife was sound asleep, and my daughter usually kept to herself.

She flounced into the chaise longue next to mine. I could see her beautiful body, her thin waist and big tits (the reason I'd fallen for her mom a score less four years before).

She wanted to talk. She'd been frustrated at that night's party, tired of the loud, pulsing music, the heat, all the people, the boys pawing at her. I felt close to her somehow.

Then it happened. She turned to me and kissed me. On the lips. Not a friendly kiss, but an unmistakably sexual one. I was to understand she hadn't met a boy that night and needed some attention.

Yes, I thought of my marriage, my church, my life, but to be honest, the hard cock between my legs, so obvious in those thin cotton lounge pants, took over. All he cared about was getting inside tight, off-limits pussy.

I was not unfulfilled at home. My wife didn't neglect me. I had no excuse. I just stopped being a dad and became a normal, horny male.

I returned the kiss and felt her breasts. She had developed so much these last few years. I imagined for a moment a baby nursing those breasts, biting her nipples, sucking eagerly, drinking sweet, nutritious milk and bonding with its mother.

Whose baby was I imagining? My own, obviously! It was wrong but still a beautiful thought, completing the cycle of life with my own daughter.

She straddled me and we pulled off my shirt and her blouse. Our bodies mashed together as we kissed and touched. Her body grinding on my dick made me leak precum like a faucet.

I panicked for a moment. There were no condoms in the house. I hadn't used them since I was my daughter's age. Her mom and I had her young.

It became a moot point when she slipped down my lounge pants, held my hard dick straight up, and sat down on it. She hadn't been wearing panties! Her miniskirt was so perfect and sexy.

In all of three minutes we had the most explosive orgasms of our lives. I shot my sperm right at the mouth of her cervix, I could feel it. (My dick is not small, as she pointed out.)

We made out and cooled off for a few minutes. She brought me some cold water to drink. Then she sucked my dick. Then I couldn't resist and I laid her down in her lounge chair and fucked her missionary-style, kissing her the whole time.

As I was about to cum, I asked her where? She whispered, give me your baby, daddy.

I'm not sure which of our four times together that first night made me a father -- and ¡ncest father, no less -- but had made new life together.

As I write this we are down in Mexico under new identities. People notice the age difference, but they have no idea she's my daughter. We're just a happy couple, caring for our two babies and preparing for our third, currently growing inside her.

Honey, you are the best daughter in the world, and I promise to remain the best dad...to you and to our babies.