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Virgin Incest, by Jezebel Rose

Allan sat there in the dark, on the couch in his living room, as the television in front of him flickered the taboo and nasty images he had always treasured in his head. Incest – father-daughter sex, the ultimate taboo, was playing on the screen. Despite knowing none of the pictures was real – that the young actor on TV was merely acting, he could not control the raging hard-on inside his pants. His cock drooled and twitched, partly because of the images, and partly because of his beautiful young daughter.

“Molest.” That word got him hot behind the ears and stirred up feelings of lust and passion no woman could have ever done. So nasty is the word, yet, so erotic and enticing, he spent many nights masturbating to the scene – molesting his daughter, making her cum with his fingers as she finally gave in to the pleasure and ultimate taboo.

So close, yet so far. Alternatively, was he that far from fucking her? Just moments before he would had his hands on her legs, to his disappointment, still covered by the tight jeans Jamie was wearing. Her tank-top left little to the imagination was wrapped tightly around her C-cups, pushing out her globes, only half covered, enticing him to glance down once in a while as she sat there, snuggled up against him as the scenes played out on television.

Jill, his wife, and Jamie’s mom had gone out for the evening, and as they sat down to watch television, snuggled against one another to make up for Jamie’s lost time in college, her first semester at the University of Central Florida, the movie of the week had come on. An erotic film. A film not to be viewed by father and daughter. However, as the film progressed, so did their dance, as she moved closer and snuggled against him. Their breathing increased as Allan felt the familiar stir within his body. Jamie did, too, and it was left unspoken as he continued to stroke her arms, gently and softly, feeling the peach-fuzz of her 18-year-old body against his fingers, occasionally moving up toward her face and back down. He had hoped that that was all – a little cheap thrill for his masturbatory session later, when he would sneak into the hamper, steal her latest pair of used panties and jack off in them. However, instead, things continued to progress.

“Wow, that’s hot,” she had said as the HBO special showed a middle-aged man grinding under the cover against a girl her age. To all viewers, it was clear what they were doing, and secretly, Allan wondered if watching the movie was making his daughter hot. Gently, he moved his hand up to her face against, and using his thumb, stroked her right cheek as he pulled her closer to him on the couch, his eyes darting down at her cleavage, its top half of the crop, creamy and firm, covered by her bra and tank-top.

“Yeah? I think so, too,” he confessed. “What do you think is hot about it?” he pressed, partly because he had lost all sense of logic, and partially because his philosophy was pressing him to push her further into a sexual excitement state – if she were not already there. He continued looking down at her fleshy globes, waiting for an answer, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, thumb still stroking her face.

“Hmmmmm,” she sighed, pausing a second for effect, and considering whether to go on, as her own father’s touch stirred excitement in her. “If I explained, this could turn out very bad,” she reasoned to herself, not knowing whether to feed her father’s curiosity of her sexuality. His touch, along with what was on TV, was creating an itch deep in her stomach she could not seem to explain. Going on her impulse, she explained.

“I like it because the age difference is so …taboo,” she continued, eyes still glued to the screen as the man is now thrusting harder under the sheets into the woman.

It had been nearly a month for Jamie – since the last time she came with someone else’s help back in college, but the summer, along with her parents’ constant presence, had prevented her from such. Still, as she sat there, feeling her father soft touches, a feeling inside stirred, and all the sudden, to her surprise, she was feeling a bit sexual, as the familiar pit built in her stomach, her throat constricted by a lump of excitement and she’d felt as though she needed to take deeper breath. In short, she was showing signs of sexual arousal – of getting horny, getting wet, wanting to be fucked – and what’s worst, the person making her feel this way was her dad. Jamie let out a sigh, knowing that none of this would lead anywhere – which she could let her mind wander, and as her parents went to bed later that night, she would quietly finger her cunt in her room, making herself cum repeatedly to the scenes on TV.

Allan’s heart pounded faster as he looked for a way to up the ante, and a way to respond. Was she hinting at him, or was she, in her youthful innocence, being completely honest to her father, unaware of his incestuous attraction to her? Was she getting wet? What does she look like naked? Has she ever masturbated to fantasies that are “taboo?” Questions filled Allan’s mind as he swallowed hard and decided to respond.

“Taboo – I like that word,” he said, almost a whisper at her while also looking at the screen, his cock now hard and drooling inside his pants, straining to free itself from the constraints of the underwear underneath his slacks as he moves his hand back down from her face, dragging his thumb down her and just for a second, making contact with the top of her right breast before dropping back down to her right arm. Her flesh felt burning hot under his thumb, and with trembling hands, he continued to stroke her arm, determined to stay with this as long as she did not oppose.

“Taboo is a good word,” she said, gasping as his thumb brushed against the top of her breast, while still looking at the screen. His hand felt hot against the top part of her chest, and secretly, for a second, she wished he would go ahead and pop it out, pinch her nipple, suck on it, and molest her – a word she found repulsive, yet for some reason, also exciting.

“I am glad you like it,” he responded, his game plan now put in full motion. He’d never planned to go forth with it, but the opportunity was still knocking and until she told him to stop or stormed away, he still had a shot, he figured, as his hand moved up back toward her face, again, brushing “accidently” against her breast.

God, this was her father sitting just inches from her, snuggling with her, and she could not get the incestuous thoughts out of her mind. While she knew with certainties that the act of incest is wrong, Jamie also knew of yearning, and at the moment, she yearned of nothing more than to cum and came very hard, and the idea that it was her father, just by merely having touched her the way she did, and introducing a topic of conversation rarely visited by father and daughter to their night made her doubly hot. It was not the first time she had felt, she wanted him, but all of a sudden, it seemed altogether possible. She quickly considered it – and decided that, perhaps, if he left a door open, she would take the opportunity. She would take his bait. She would let her father fuck her.

His voice broke her thoughts as his hand trailed back up toward her face, again, just one more time, brushing gently against the top of her breast. Almost in a whisper, he made his next move.

“I’ve got something a bit better if you like this stuff. Care to see it?” he asked, putting himself out there and taking a chance that, if it ended badly, might cost him his whole family. However, if it paid off — heaven.

“Maybe,” she replied. “What is it?” she asked, almost curious at what her father might want to show her, after having already gone this far, and not knowing how much further this would go. She enjoyed the thrills, although still not knowing if he meant for this to be serious, or just merely flirting with her. Was it just in her head that her father is touching her seductively and sexually, she wondered, hoped, and prayed that whatever it is, it ended soon. If he liked her, she reasoned, he should make his move, and she would probably be okay with it. She would more than welcome it, after being without sex for so long. If he did not have any intentions, it should also be made known to her soon so that she could be left alone with her fingers. In the worst ways, Jamie wanted to cum.

“You can’t tell mom, it’s our secret, okay?” he proposed, and in doing so, planted yet another seed into her mind. Secrets. Secrets between father and daughter – and what other kinds of secrets could there be, except sexual ones? Ones that involved a father making his daughter cum, a father “molesting” and fucking his daughter? To Allan, father-daughter sex was the only secret worthy of keeping away from his spouse and her mother.

“Okay,” she whispered as she shifted in position, moving closer to him, leaning against his chest, as her cleavage and all its glory came to be inches from his face.

Without responding Allan hit “play” on the DVD player and all the sudden, the taboo was gone. No longer were they watching a movie that was semi-porn, with implied acts. On television, for both of them to see, was a woman also her age and a much older man in the bathroom. The man was on his knees in front of the toilet as his lover, sitting on the toilet, spread her legs wide open, his fingers exploring her clit and shaven pussy, already wet from the foreplay earlier in the movie.

Taking in a deep breath, Jamie continued to focus on the screen as the woman’s body lightly jerked at the touch of her lover, whose long finger explored the depth of her cunt gently and slowly, his thumb rubbing her clit.

“Oh, wow,” Jamie, exclaimed, whisperingly in her excitement, as the movie, continued to play, not knowing what else to say or how else to react to yet another passage that she and her father had crossed. Just an hour ago, they had kissed her mother goodbye, and sat down to spending quality time together. In only 60 minutes, they had gone from enjoying lost time together to watching porn, and she was getting excited because of it.

“Yeah, I think it’s hot,” Allan confessed as the movie continued to play, looking down yet again at her globes, now more than ever wanting to suck on and play with them, re-creating the scene on TV. Letting his hand trace back to her face, and stroking her cheeks again, making sure not to make any sudden movement as to alarm her, he continued to stare at the screen as the man continued to finger his lover. He had seen the movie before and knew what was coming up next, up remained quiet, waiting for her reaction as the film continued.

Fingering his lover much harder now as the camera zoomed in to the woman’s pussy, the man leaned in and sucked on her clit, creating a response as his over pushed against his mouth and gave out a yelp.

“Oh, god, daddy,” the girl on TV moaned as Allan and Jamie sat in the darkness, snuggling against each other, his hand stroking her face. They both froze just as the girl screamed out “daddy,” confirming the movie they were watching was no “ordinary” porn and that the “taboo” he’d talked about wasn’t just about the age difference, but also the ultimate taboo of father-daughter sexual relations. Jamie, just for that moment, froze because she did not know how to react, knowing now that they’d entered a realm very few fathers and daughters have come, and that for most, was a mere fantasy.

In silence they continued to watch the movie as the “father” continued to finger his own “daughter,” making her squirm on the toilet seat, yelping nasty, hot sexual sounds she’d not uttered, and he’s not heard, in a very long time, at least live and in person.

“What does her silence mean?” he wondered as he continued to stroke her face, very aware now, of every one of his moves, feeling her now burning skin against his thumb. His cock pressed against his underwear, and just for a second, he wished he could just let it out, stroke it in front of her and come all over her hand as they watched the movie. However, the seduction of a daughter took time, and patient he must be, he reminded himself as his hand dropped down toward her lap, once against brushing against her breast, lingering this time as he trembled, letting his hand lightly sit there on her lap, rather than returning to the original position at her arm. He’d found a crease between her jeans and tank top, a bit of flesh exposed, waiting, begging to be explored, he thought as he let his thumb press against her hot flesh, just to the right of her belly button. She did not respond but continued to stare at the screen as the man is now on top of his “daughter” in the movie, his cock resting at the entrance of her pussy, waiting to push in and fucking his “daughter” for the first time.

“Ugh!” the girl in the movie moaned as the man pushed his cockhead inside her, raising goosebumps on Jamie’s skin and body, making her shudder at both the scene and her father’s light touch on her stomach. Softly, she let out a sigh as he continued to stroke her tummy, back and forth, just an inch in diameter in the area of his stroking. Silently, they continued to watch the movie, though both their hearts pounded, as they have never hit before. For both Allan and Jamie, who had been sexually active since 14, it was almost like the first time, and indeed, in this situation, a father-daughter condition so taboo, it was. It was watered they had never explored before, and one that they yearned and desired now, yet, still not knowing whether the other would come through.

On TV, the man was now thrusting deep inside the young girl playing his daughter, his cock making smooth strokes against her glistening pussy as she continued to yelp. Closer and closer, the camera zoomed, until it only showed his cock-thrusting deep inside her pussy and back out. Other than the sound of Allan and Jamie’s breathing, and the yelps and grunts on TV, the whole room was silent.

“Oh, fuck me, daddy,” the girl on TV whispered as the scene continued, making them both shudder. Though Allan had seen the movie before and many times had jacked off pretending it, was he fucking Jamie, sharing the film with her only made it hotter as he took a deep breath?

The words left Jamie’s ears burning. So sexy, yet so taboo, a daughter asking – no, begging to be fucked by her dad. How she longed to moan out those words, yet she also knew it was wrong. It was taboo. It was incest. Then again, perhaps that is what makes it so … hot. Maybe that’s what hardening her nipples, causing her pussy to secrete its juices, getting ready to be fucked, and making that young, tender heart of hers pound.

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