I am in love with my daughter. No, not the “I am a carrying parent” version of it. We are a couple, since let me think, about six, seven years. We live together. Behave like every other couple. I am the old fart, she is young and gorgeous. It isn’t something to be proud of. You cannot tell anyone what you really are. So, how did it came to that forbidden relationship? Was it my dream to hammer my dick into my little girl? Never. But it is what I do. And I admit it, I like doing it. I like fucking my own daughter. And she likes making out with her father.

It all started about two decades ago. My wife, mother of my only child, and I divorced. We just weren’t made for each other. My daughter chose to stay with her mum. Like in most cases. Kids stay with mum, dad sends them money and gets them every second weekend. We arranged it that way. As long as I lived in the same area like they did. But work forced me to move out. Believe me, it was a hard decision to make. It meant seeing my daughter only when she had school holidays and could fly over to the city I lived in.

Beside that single fact, I liked moving out of the boring small town I lived in. Hey, I was an early to mid thirty guy with a high salary in a new town where no one knew me. I worked hard, partied hard and was on the hunt for girls. I didn’t cared if she was eighteen or forty five. No matter if she was small, tall, skinny or had plenty of meat on her. And no, I got no horde of kids to care for. I fucked everything, but did it the careful way. You could compare me to Charlie Harper. Just leave away the super model look alike girls. I liked mine diverse.

Beside work, party and sex, there was one thing in my life that always mattered: My daughter. She could call me every time she needed me. I was always there for her. Every big school event I was a part of. And when she was with me, I tried to spend as much quality father daughter time with her as possible. No, and no, nothing sexual included. Just like a father and his daughter.

She grew up fast. It felt like sleeping three times and she was out of high school. Went to a college far away from home. She didn’t spent much time with her dad any more, just about a week a year and the occasional phone call. But I still sent her money. I paid for her education. Because I could afford it. And I wished that someone did the same for me when I was younger.

After finishing her minor she was out for her master degree. She was looking for a new college. Couldn’t find the right one. But she had a job offer. Located in the town I lived in. No, I had nothing to do with it. She just was a bright kid. For the start, she moved in with me, in my big flat. Occupied her old room.

But there was one pre-programmed problem already living with me. My girlfriend at that time. She was only a year older than my daughter, twenty three for the math freaks beneath you. And I was forty four. Somehow I ended up with an intelligent nice young girl on my side. And she, my daughter and me had threesomes. The whole time. We fucked every day. They both called me daddy. And always screamed out of joy when I rammed my thick twelve inch cock in their pussies. No, life is no porn. Not many girls like such big things between their legs. Get that shit out of your head guys. Stuff like that doesn't happen.

Back to my reality. I had two girls in the same flat. Not related to each other. Somehow, each of them in the center of my attention. My daughter, because we hadn’t seen each other that much and had a lot to catch up. And my girlfriend, yes we really were in love, because she was my girlfriend. So the flat turned into a snake pit. And I had to be really careful to survive, believe me. After about two, maybe three months my daughter moved out. Everything smoothed down. But she stayed in town.

So, my girlfriend was in the center of my attention again. Was there, when I came home. And yes, we fucked with each other like rabbits. She liked it the gentle, seductive way. I always started by kissing her neck. After a while I turned her head around. Kissed her lips. My hands holding her tight to me. Then I went south. My mouth on her breasts. My tongue playing with her hard, puffy nipples. My hands grabbing her firm ass. Slowly working my way down to her cunt. Teasing her a little. Before digging in. Tongue on the clit. And in her vagina. Then, two, three, fingers in her. Sliding them in and out. Soft. Gently. Normally she had her first orgasm while I did that. Then I fucked her. Slid my dick inside her. We always went through a punch of positions. The good old in and out game. In the end we came together. In most cases. Damn, she was a great girl. But I am drifting off.

After she moved out, my daughter and I met regularly. It didn’t mean that Thursday evening was father daughter day. We just met as often as we both liked, or had time. To stay in contact, and hey, it’s family after all.

It was about a year after she moved out of my flat. She lost her job. And in her business it was hard to find a new one. So she was practically on the edge to get thrown out of her flat and on the street. I offered her to move back in with me and my girlfriend. She said yes. Snake pit, here I am again. But they behaved. Somehow the signed a peace treaty. And one day, when I came home, I walked into them. Fucking with each other on the living room sofa. Anal only. Sticking the biggest dildo inside their wet ass holes. And I joined in. With my sixteen inch dick. No, that never happened. Girls don’t to stuff like that.

We sat together and had dinner from time to time. I think my girlfriend and daughter somehow got friends. Or they pretended to be. Nevertheless, they did it for me. Time went on, and my daughter made a decision. With a masters degree finding work would be far easier for her. We talked it through. Looked for a suitable college. And found one in the same town. They accepted her. She hadn’t that much money to spent, her mother was okay and in no trouble, but couldn’t give her anything. So she asked me. It was a good, expensive school. So we made up a plan: She stayed in my flat. My girlfriend was okay with it. I paid for college. She basically was my new cleaning women. She agreed.

And it worked out pretty well. My flat was clean, my daughter on her way into a better future and my girlfriend left me. For an older man. Yes, she really had daddy issues. It hit me hard, because I still was crazy for her. It hurt. It really hurt. And there she was, my daughter. She rebuilt me from scratch. Spent time with me, and hey, we found out that we had more in common than we were thinking. And then one night, I was crying like a little girl. She came in my room. Only in her underwear. I lied my head on her tights. She noticed my erection. Gave me the best blow job in my live. I fucked her with my big cock. Bareback. In the ass. She had the best orgasms ever. Seriously, who believes that stuff. There was no sex at that point in time.

But we found us somehow. Were closer than ever before in our lives. We talked a lot with each other. Went out to grab some food. Or went to watch a hokey game. Because we liked to do so. And because we had not many other people to do such things. Slowly, and without noticing we started to like each other. We got close friends. Really close friends. But I wasn’t seeing her as a sexual human being. She latter told it was the same for her. We still were father and daughter. And yes, we talked about what was going on with us. The getting fond of each other stuff. We came to the conclusion, it was okay for father and daughter to be on the same level. Leave the old “I tell her what she has to do stuff” behind us and open up a friendship.

Life went own for a while. Two people still growing closer to each other. Neither one of us forcing anything. We just spent more and more time together. Started a serious of film nights. She prepared something to eat, I brought the wine. We even began to talk about each others days. All that happened. But not over night. It took over a year. We realized it. But both had no problem with it. Think it through: A twenty five year old girl constantly hanging out with her forty seven year old father. It still sounds strange and wrong in my head. But it worked. Worked for us. It felt good. Made us happy.

I was about that time that it shot into my head: My daughter was the focus point of my life. I somehow lost the urge to go out and chase other women. Okay, I missed the sex. But despite that, I had all I wanted. There was someone who was there when I came back home from work. Someone to talk with. Someone to spent a nice funny time with. But she was my daughter. So what to hell on earth was going on with me? And what should I do?

I did the right thing. Pulled everything together. Talked about it to the only person I trusted. Talked to my daughter. And she took it like a pro. Not an easy thing to handle, when your father tells you, that he thinks that he somehow really likes you. So we tried to work out a solution. She said she needed some time off. Luckily her college closed town it’s doors for the two upcoming weeks. So she drove off to visit her mum.

It didn’t took long. In the evening she called me for the first time. To tell me she was alright. And to hear me voice, as she told me later. Yes, she had the same problem like I had. We both grew far to fond of each other. Calling each other got a daily routine in these two weeks. Then she came back. And we fell each other in the arms. Pressed our bodies against each other. And willingly or not, she kissed me on the lips. No she didn’t say:”I missed you daddy. Missed your big cock. Let’s fuck.”

It was something coming out of her. Deep out of her heart. And strangely, in the heat of the moment, I had no problem with it. I was happy that she kissed me. Our first kiss. But the aftermath was hell. It took us a few minutes until we realized what we had done. We just stood there, shocked. Barely able to move. Unable to speak. And stared at each other. Starred us in the eyes. No, not the nice way. We weren’t father and daughter any more.

In my head a nasty war kicked in. The urge to be with her against the fact that she is my daughter. It drove me nuts. Not knowing what to do, I went over to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine and filled a glass. Poured it down. And repeated the process. After the first bottle I found piece in mind again. My daughter was in her room. As far as I know, in about the same condition as I was. We left each other alone for that night.

The next morning I was sitting in the kitchen. Drinking a cup of coffee. Reading a newspaper. She entered the room. Not able to look at me. The tension in the room was nearly unbearable. No one knew how to deal with the situation. So I just asked her, if she liked a cup of coffee. And she said yes. We sat side to side on the counter. Starring against the kitchen wall in front of us. No one saying anything for a while. I was the first one to come out:”I like you. I really like you. Like you liked I never liked another women before.”

She understood what I meant. And just took my hand in her hand. Without looking at me: “It’s okay. I feel the same way.”

Two big rocks fell from two separate hearts. A weight dropped of my shoulders. We hugged each other. And that moment changed everything. But the sense of guilt stayed. And is there until today.

After that both of us went back to our daily routine. She drove to the college, I went to work. In the evening I was alone at home. Had some time to think. Came to no real conclusion. Went to bed early. Slept terrible until I heard the front door open up. And someone coming in. She was at home save. I fell asleep.

It took time to adjust to the new situation. The first film night felt strange, but in the end we were sitting on the couch, under one blanket, our bodies touching each other, laughing our asses off about the stupid flick we watched. Still, I didn’t saw her as a sexual human being. The young and beautiful women she was. It took some time.

And an unfortunate accident. I ran into her. Came home early. She was in the bathroom. Heard her phone ring. Thought she was home alone and ran in her room to answer the call. Directly into my arms. No clothes on. And I. I just stood there. Surprised. Starring at her beautiful young body. I liked what I saw. An erection built up. She was perplexed for a few seconds. Stood there. The phone still ringing. And did something I never ever expected: “Don’t stare like a pervert. Out of the way.”

And off she was. Into her room. Answering the call. From now on, she was a sexual human being in my mind. Yes, I wanted to fuck my own daughter. Do something that is against everything. I accepted it.

I heard her finish her phone call. She came out of her room. Still naked. She went past me. Even shaking her ass. She clearly was out for no good. Wanted my attention. Entered the bathroom. Turned around once more. And asked a question that shock my world down to the foundation. She did it with a beautiful smile on her face:“Wanna join in. I am taking a bath.”

And I did. Followed her. Undressed me and jumped into the bath tube. At first we sat at opposite ends. Barely touching each other. I had one of those big show off bath tubes. But then she asked me to scrub her back. She seduced me. My own daughter seduced me. And I gave in. Later she told me that she made peace with herself in the night before. Decided to give a shit on everything and just let go. I joined in on that day.

So I sat there, rubbing her beautiful back. Kissing her neck. A rock hard cock between my legs. She moaned a little. My hands went on her tits. I played with her nipples until they were hard. She turned around. We kissed each other. For the first time with tongue. I grabbed her ass while doing so. I went down on her. Kissing her belly. She kept on moaning. Brushed through my hair. Yes I am not bald.

Before going further south I carried her out of the tube. Threw a few towels on the floor and bedded her on them. Gentle. Without hesitation. Then my tongue in her pussy. Playing with her clit. Bringing my fingers into the game. In the end, she had three of them in her. And I brought her to an orgasm. For the first time. She kissed me. Hugged me. And went down on me. Played with my balls. Jerked my dick of. Gentle. Fast. Harder and faster. And I came. Made a little mess. But she didn’t seem to mind.

Afterwards we looked into each others eyes. Kept on kissing. Put on some clothes. And made some dinner, together. After our first time I took us some time for a second one. We still had to get used to what was happening with us.

Meanwhile we are okay with what we are. Made our peace with ourselves. After she finished her master we moved to different town. Just to be save. A new environment as a loving couple. Yes, this is what we are. A loving couple. And not father and daughter any more. There is no “Oh daddy. Your so hot. Fuck me.” That sort of kink isn’t in it. We just call each other by our names.

Well, that was the story how I fell for my daughter. And she for her father. See you.

As all of you might have figured out: The whole story is fiction. Or to quote someone famous, to sound like the arrogant brick I am: “I made it all up. That‘s how good I am,” Bruce Springsteen, Springsteen On Broadway, Netflix 2018.