Dadincest: A Raunchy Tale of Forbidden Love
My father and I had always had a special relationship. We never shared any secrets, but we respected each other in a way that was unique and profound. Despite our age difference – he was in his late forties and I was in my twenties – we shared a strong bond and even a mutual fondness for one another.
My father had been married to my mother since I was two. Divorce was never in the cards, as they’d been through too much together to be broken apart. That being said, I had always had the sense that my father and I shared a connection that went beyond a father-daughter relationship.
It was a sunny afternoon in late summer when my father and I found ourselves alone in my apartment. We’d been talking about my career path and what I wanted to accomplish with my life for a little while before we found ourselves in a comfortable silence.
Then, without warning, his mouth was on mine. I felt his warm breath against my lips, and I gasped in surprise. His lips were soft and inviting, and before I knew it, I was kissing him back.
We were both trembling with desire as we explored each other’s mouth, our tongues entwining in a passionate embrace. His hand roamed up and down my back, caressing me with an intensity I’d never experienced before.
Suddenly, my father pulled away and looked into my eyes, asking me if I wanted him in the most husky voice. I nodded my head in assent, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
My father scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed, laying me down gently. It felt as though I was in an alternate reality, like I was dreaming with my eyes wide open. He started to unbutton his shirt and I noticed his hands shaking slightly as he did so.
It felt like a dream as my father slowly undressed himself and then me, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands roamed all over my body, exploring my curves and contours with an intensity that I had never felt before.
He looked into my eyes with a passionate intensity and then leaned in to kiss me deeply, our tongues intertwining as we moved in perfect harmony. I felt my body come alive as he touched me, as if I was being reawakened from a deep slumber.
We continued to make love for hours, exploring each other’s body and discovering new ways of making one another feel pleasure. We kissed and caressed each other until neither of us could bear it any longer, and then my father finally entered me.
I gasped as I felt him enter me, pleasure coursing through my body as he moved inside me. His thrusts were strong and deliberate, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I finally burst into a trembling orgasm.
The pleasure was almost too intense to bear, and I felt my body shuddering with pleasure as my father filled me with his seed. I curled up against his body, our sweat-soaked bodies clinging together as we both drifted off into a blissful sleep.
We awoke several hours later, both of us still trembling with pleasure. We exchanged a few words, but there was no need for too many words. We had a connection that no words could ever express.
We stayed in bed for the rest of the day, talking and making love until the sun set and the stars began to shine. We both knew that this would be our little secret, a bond that only we shared.
In the coming years, our relationship would grow stronger, but never in such an intimate way as that one day. Even though it was wrong, it was beautiful, a secret we would share for the rest of our lives. We had crossed a line that perhaps we shouldn’t have, and yet, there was no other place I would have rather been than in the arms of the man who had been my father my entire life.
