- My Family -
Straight Male / 42
Daughter-wife?
When I was a teenager, I was close with a girl in my neighborhood. She was not much older, but her age was problematic since we developed more than friendly feelings. She let me fool around with her, we kissed and went on dates often. One day, while I was 15 and she was 19, she let me have sex with her. She got pregnant, abortion wasn't legal where I'm from back then, and she did want to keep the baby. She asked me to stay out of the picture, and since a baby would have ruined my college prospects, I willingly agreed. She moved away shortly after telling me the news and I never heard of her again. I went on to college, graduated, moved abroad, got married, then divorced and returned home with my broken heart.
A few years later I meet this girl. She's quite a few years younger than me, but we don't mind: we really hit it off and our chemistry is great. Sexually, we're the bomb together. She wants the same things that I want and we love each other. We're both lonely souls, in that our respective parents were both dead (hers was a single mom), we had no siblings or any other extended family, and wanted to start a family. We decide she should move in with me, skipping the marriage part because we think it's a waste of money. We get pregnant and have a healthy baby girl.
One day, she decides to move in some of her old stuff in storage, which she had stashed away since she had spent some years traveling around without a fixed home. She pulls out some old photos so I can finally see what her mother was like. You see where this is going: I take a look and it's that girl I had sex with when I was 15. Realizing I was the father of my own partner left me shocked, and I couldn't hide it. She asked me what was wrong and had to tell her the truth. We both freaked out. She lashed out at me: her mother had told her that I had walked out on her, possibly as a way to not feel so guilty about raising her alone. I explained everything to her, but that didn't change the fact that, biologically, we were a father and daughter that had been a couple for years. We both felt conflicted, even disgusted. We both had to take some time apart of each other. I could have suspected from our age difference, but she looked nothing like her mother, and she was registered only under her mother's last name, which is a very common one (even though my name does appear in her birth certificate).
After some thinking, talking and self-therapy (because this isn't the sort of thing you take to a therapist), we got back together. We came to the conclusion that, in our ignorance, out love had been honest, our attraction was still there, and we had built something beautiful together, regardless of biology and chance. We're still a happy family with a beautiful, healthy girl... and with the added kink that she's since been turned on by calling me daddy when she cums...
Not even our close friends have a way of discovering this and, unless we tried getting married, no one could possibly know until we die (we just hope we can hide this from our daughter even beyond that). But now that we're a bit turned on by it since finding out, I wanted to get it out in the world somehow: yes, we're in the most taboo of all relationships, but nothing else would make us happier.
A few years later I meet this girl. She's quite a few years younger than me, but we don't mind: we really hit it off and our chemistry is great. Sexually, we're the bomb together. She wants the same things that I want and we love each other. We're both lonely souls, in that our respective parents were both dead (hers was a single mom), we had no siblings or any other extended family, and wanted to start a family. We decide she should move in with me, skipping the marriage part because we think it's a waste of money. We get pregnant and have a healthy baby girl.
One day, she decides to move in some of her old stuff in storage, which she had stashed away since she had spent some years traveling around without a fixed home. She pulls out some old photos so I can finally see what her mother was like. You see where this is going: I take a look and it's that girl I had sex with when I was 15. Realizing I was the father of my own partner left me shocked, and I couldn't hide it. She asked me what was wrong and had to tell her the truth. We both freaked out. She lashed out at me: her mother had told her that I had walked out on her, possibly as a way to not feel so guilty about raising her alone. I explained everything to her, but that didn't change the fact that, biologically, we were a father and daughter that had been a couple for years. We both felt conflicted, even disgusted. We both had to take some time apart of each other. I could have suspected from our age difference, but she looked nothing like her mother, and she was registered only under her mother's last name, which is a very common one (even though my name does appear in her birth certificate).
After some thinking, talking and self-therapy (because this isn't the sort of thing you take to a therapist), we got back together. We came to the conclusion that, in our ignorance, out love had been honest, our attraction was still there, and we had built something beautiful together, regardless of biology and chance. We're still a happy family with a beautiful, healthy girl... and with the added kink that she's since been turned on by calling me daddy when she cums...
Not even our close friends have a way of discovering this and, unless we tried getting married, no one could possibly know until we die (we just hope we can hide this from our daughter even beyond that). But now that we're a bit turned on by it since finding out, I wanted to get it out in the world somehow: yes, we're in the most taboo of all relationships, but nothing else would make us happier.
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