We did it, and it was wonderful! I had a beautiful orgasm. He made me big enough inside to take all of him. Oh, how I loved it. I never really understood why people make such a big deal of sex, but I sure do now! I can't believe that a few days ago I thought it was just something I had to do to get close to him. Oh, in a way I never could have before.

I never had any sexual feeling for him Even I had never sexily kissed my dad before. Because, I thought, he was my father. We didn't talk to each other about our private relation or the situations what we do in the dark of the night. So, I never took the initiative first because I seemed very shy to be in bed with him. I always thought that I was a virgin and I have to keep it for one who will be my husband. I thought and confused, there is something wrong to have sex with own father. 

After coming back to my parents, I stopped to respond him because my family began to suspect the relation between us, I never encouraged him to come to me or make me sexually happy. But I will always keep in mind my time with my dad. Although, real sex was stopped but other activities as kiss and caresses my nipples, his finger in me when I masturbated were still running like before. He tried to push his penis in my pussy several times but I opposed him. I then thaught, there is something wrong and dirty in direct sex between daughter and father. That's enough what we did in the mean time. I was then habituated in masturbation and followed self-pleasing by my own hand when he became irregular to my bed. I thought about him watching me all day. That night when I went to bed, my hand strayed between my legs. I imagined his eyes caressing my hair, back, and legs. I imagined him enjoying the sight of me wet and relaxed before him. In my mind's eye I could see him touching himself, and at that moment it felt as if a shiver went through my entire body. My hand was wet between my legs and I felt an exquisite release. My body was intensely relaxed and as I slept, I could see Dad's eyes on me. Feel his hands touching me. Those dreams have haunted me throughout the year. As the seasons have changed I have continued to daydream about him.  

Now I'm twenty five and my dad and mom fifty and forty five respectively. My younger sister felt love and got married two years ago. Still now my dad is unhappy in his sex life with my mom and wanting me to be closed to him, and he is suffering by some of peptic ulcers problems in his abdomen; I guess it is due to heavy frustration and insomnia that are related to undone-sex with me. And of course, now I'm living as a sublet with one small family working to make ends meet without depending on them. We both live in the same city and see each other quite frequently. [The End]

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