- My Family -
Straight Female / 35
Daddy's C*m
My father was out of the picture for pretty much all my life, and for a very good reason. My mother was older than him, and they had sex when he was still technically a minor (I did the math and my mom should have been 19 and him 15, but she didn't know beforehand, she claimed he looked older and he lied about it). When she found it she was pregnant, she cut him off and told him she'd raise me herself. He was too young and immature, she said, and she didn't need that shit in her life
I didn't know any of this before a couple of years ago, when my mom died. One of her final wishes was for me to know and meet him if I wanted to. I looked him up and we eventually met. It was awkward at first, but I left it clear that I didn't want anything from him. I'd managed to be successful and stand on my own two feet. I just wanted him in my life.
We both got more than we bargained for, as we slowly started to develop conflicting feelings. We felt attracted to each other and, despite the taboo, we eventually gave in. Our first time making love was the most intense, magical thing. Once we overcame the thoughts of how "wrong" it was, it opened up a door to a whole other level of pleasure. We began by being very discreet, only dating openly either out of town or in rather unknown places. But two years into our relationship, we're very public about our attraction, even if we have NEVER discussed the true nature of our relationship (my other only gave me her last name and it's a common one, so no one could possibly deduce our link). And I couldn't be happier or more sexually fulfilled. I just love when he pins me down and has his way with me. And knowing how wrong it is for a father to pump his daughter full of cum like a whore and have him do it anyway is a feeling that makes me lose my mind. I instantly orgasm when I feel it pouring inside me.
I didn't know any of this before a couple of years ago, when my mom died. One of her final wishes was for me to know and meet him if I wanted to. I looked him up and we eventually met. It was awkward at first, but I left it clear that I didn't want anything from him. I'd managed to be successful and stand on my own two feet. I just wanted him in my life.
We both got more than we bargained for, as we slowly started to develop conflicting feelings. We felt attracted to each other and, despite the taboo, we eventually gave in. Our first time making love was the most intense, magical thing. Once we overcame the thoughts of how "wrong" it was, it opened up a door to a whole other level of pleasure. We began by being very discreet, only dating openly either out of town or in rather unknown places. But two years into our relationship, we're very public about our attraction, even if we have NEVER discussed the true nature of our relationship (my other only gave me her last name and it's a common one, so no one could possibly deduce our link). And I couldn't be happier or more sexually fulfilled. I just love when he pins me down and has his way with me. And knowing how wrong it is for a father to pump his daughter full of cum like a whore and have him do it anyway is a feeling that makes me lose my mind. I instantly orgasm when I feel it pouring inside me.
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