Mom: Only if you’re comfortable enough.
Me: With my dad?
Mom: Didn’t I tell you it may be against the moral code? But it’s not wrong.
Me: Okay. I understand that.
Mom: Okay, so tell me, if having sex with your dad wasn’t illegal or against the moral code, it was rather common for daughters to have sex with their father. Would you?
Me: It’s a different thing.
Mom: No, it isn’t. It’s the same. Think about it. Do you want not to have sex with your father? Or do you want to not have sex with someone who always took care of you, stood by your side, and always loved you?
Put it like that. It sounded rather reasonable. How is a father different from a husband if it weren’t for morality. They both take care of you and love you, then why are you expected to have sex with one and strictly not allowed to do it with the other.
If I think about it, your father should have more rights over you and your body because he made you, and your husband didn’t. He just saw your beauty and then married you to have sex. But your father – he didn’t know how you would look- still loved you even before you were born.
“I need time to think about it,” I said. She nodded. I got up and opened the door. Dad was in front of me.
Dad: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.
Me: It’s okay, dad. I forgive you.
He smiled and hugged me tightly, but I hugged him back, this time with more love. I could feel my boobs against his chest. And his bulge near my belly. I don’t know if, knowingly or subconsciously, I thrust my belly forward to feel more of his dick.
I felt his hands tracing my bra hook, and I gasped. I kissed his cheek and left. Then I walked into my room and closed the door. I took off all my clothes and threw them on the floor. I stood in front of the mirror and carefully looked at myself. I let my hair loose and glided my hands on my body.
I held my boobs and squeezed them hard, still looking at myself. I was turned on. I don’t know if it was the idea of having sex with my dad or just looking at this sexy body of myself. So I started rubbing my pussy and fell on the bed.
After I was done, I lay there and thought about it a lot. I thought about it so much that I didn’t even know when I fell asleep.
The next day, I walked into the kitchen where mom was cooking and hugged her from behind. She smiled.
“I’m ready,” I said.
“Are you sure?” She asked me with a lot of hope.
“Yes, I am.”
2nd July, 2022
Dear Diary,
I don’t know what happened to me today. Mom asked me to have sex with dad, and I said yes. I said yes! Can you even believe that? Because I can’t. I don’t know what’s going to happen now. I’ve told mom not to tell dad about this. I want it to happen naturally.
But what the fuck is natural about a dad fucking his daughter? I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m just… I don’t know what all could happen. I said yes to this for the family. I want all of us always to stay happy. I had to do this for my family and my dad. The same dad who will be fucking me now. Oh my god!
Bye for now,
Ditty.
I finished writing it in my diary and jumped into bed. I was wearing nothing. I usually slept naked. But not long after today, I’d be sleeping naked with someone else. That person is my dad. Thoughts like this kept me awake that night, and I fell asleep only after 6 in the morning.
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