Friday morning. 7:45 a.m. Ugh. I peel my eyes open to the usual sight: my wife, Sarah, next to me, facing away. We used to be… well, we. Now? She’s like a roommate who occasionally shares the same bed. No touching. No nothing. I don’t get it. Has she even noticed I’m still alive? Is this what 51 feels like? Invisible?
I get up, shower, and head downstairs. Lisa’s at the kitchen table, headphones in, scrolling through her phone. She barely acknowledges me with a grunt. Since Gary shipped out, she’s basically been a walking, talking storm cloud. Poor kid. Eighteen and lovesick. It sucks, doesn’t it?
“Morning, sunshine,” I manage, trying to sound upbeat.
She pulls out an earbud. “Morning.”
“Anything planned for the weekend?” I ask, pouring myself a coffee. Black. Like my mood.
“Nope,” she says, instantly digging back into her phone.
An idea sparks. A desperate one, maybe. But an idea nonetheless. “Hey, how about we go camping? Just you and me. Get away from… all this.” I gesture vaguely around the kitchen. “You know, a little father-daughter time?”
Lisa actually looks up, a flicker of something that might be interesting in her eyes. “Camping? Like, in a tent?”
“Yeah! We could go up to the state park. It’s beautiful this time of year. We can hike, build a fire, tell stories…” I trail off, suddenly feeling ridiculously corny.
She considers it for a beat, then shrugs. “I guess. Beats staring at these four walls.”
Yes! Small victories.
The drive up was mostly silent. Lisa picked at the aux cord until I told her to knock it off. We set up camp, the familiar routine of hammering tent pegs and unrolling sleeping bags strangely comforting. It felt… normal.
As dusk settled, I built a fire. We sat on folding chairs, the crackling flames warming our faces. I pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s I’d stashed in my backpack.
“Whoa, Dad. Seriously?” Lisa raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, a little nip never hurt anyone. Besides, we could both use it.” I took a swig, the whiskey burning a pleasant path down my throat. I offered it to her. She hesitated, then took the bottle.
We passed the bottle back and forth, the silence less strained now. The fire popped and hissed. After a few pulls, Lisa started talking. About Gary. About how much she missed him. About how she felt like her life was on hold.
I listened. Really listened. Didn’t interrupt. Didn’t offer stupid advice. Just listened. And damn, it hurt to see her so sad. She’s my little girl, even if she’s practically a woman now.
“It’s just… it’s been months, Dad,” she said, her voice wavering. “And it’s not just… you know…” She blushed, looking away.
I knew. Of course, I knew. It wasn’t just the loneliness. It was everything. The frustration. The pent-up energy. The damn hormones raging through her eighteen-year-old body. I remember that feeling all too well.
“It’s okay to miss him, Lisa. It’s okay to feel… everything you’re feeling,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “But you’re strong. You’re going to get through this.”
We kept drinking. The fire burned lower. The stars blazed overhead. We started laughing at stupid stuff, remembering old family vacations, and embarrassing stories from her childhood. It was… nice. Almost like the old days.
Eventually, the bottle was empty. The fire was embers. We were both swaying slightly.
“Okay, time for bed,” I announced, standing up a little unsteadily.
We stumbled into the tent. Lisa pulled off her jeans and changed into a t-shirt and her black knickers. I just stripped down to my boxers. We crawled into our sleeping bags. Or, rather, the sleeping bag. I’d packed light, forgetting the second one. Idiot.
Cuddled up in our shared sleeping bag, our bodies crushed together, I could feel myself starting to react. My dick stiffened between Lisa’s ass cheeks, a result of our cramped quarters – my fault for forgetting the second bag. This was supposed to be a bonding experience between father and daughter, but here we were, lying in such close proximity.
Lisa shifted, glancing back at me with a curious expression. “Dad, are you okay?” she asked, her back still facing me.
I sighed heavily, my arm draped across her belly. “Yeah, honey…I’m just feeling a bit…stressed. Your mom and I have been having some issues, and she doesn’t want…” I trailed off, not sure how to continue. “I’m sorry, honey.”
Lisa wriggled, trying to find a more comfortable position. My heart raced as I lay there, struggling to calm my body’s response to her proximity. This situation was far from appropriate, but here we were, my own daughter, lying in my arms as I grappled with my growing arousal.
“Dad, trust me. Gary’s doing well in the army,” Lisa whispered, turning back around to face me. Her back pressed against my throbbing member, and I knew I needed to remove myself from the situation before it went any further. But I won’t lie – it felt good.
“But, I also miss…you know. I’m 18 and still young, and I’m not getting any action. I know it’s harder for guys, as you have needs,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words hung in the air, making the situation even more awkward.
“I am sorry honey it’s me being pathetic sad old man,” I rubbed her belly as my dick still had a mind of its own. “God I am so embarrassed sweetie. That is the last thing a girl needs to feel his her old man’s wood.”
I’m getting hard, really hard, with Lisa’s ass against me. My cock’s pressed between her cheeks, and I’m in trouble.
Then I heard her sigh and then the elastic sound as if she was pulling her knickers down slightly. “If it helps it go away, I… I don’t mind if you want to help yourself. I am on the pill, I won’t tell Mom.”
Her now bare ass is pressed against me, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body. I’m trying to calm down, but it’s no use – I’m rock-hard. Do I take her up on her offer, or do I try to be the responsible dad?
Lisa’s hand was now reached behind her, her fingers lightly brushing against my boxers. “Dad, it’s okay,” she whispers. “I want to help you.” What does she mean by that – is she really willing to go that far?
Lisa’s hand reaches further, her touch igniting a fire within me. Do I give in to my desires or try to calm down? But my cock isn’t back down, fuck it. I pulled down my boxers enough for my cock to spring free.
She giggled, “Are you sure you’re not too old for this.” I held her cheeks up a little so I could get my cock to her pussy.
I smirked as I had my cock head pushing towards her smooth slit, “Oh too old, I will show you I still got it.”
As I slowly enter her, I can’t help but feel a wave of guilt and confusion. This is my daughter, my own flesh and blood, and here we are, engaging in an act that can never be undone. And yet, it feels so good, too good to stop. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer as I begin to move inside her.
As I slide deeper into Lisa, I feel a rush of excitement mixed with guilt. What am I doing? Can I really go through with this? Her warm body envelops me, and I’m lost in the sensation. “Does it feel good, Dad?” she whispers, her voice husky. I nod, unable to speak.
Lisa’s hand reaches back, her fingers wrapping around my hip, pulling me closer. I groan, my cock throbbing inside her. “Yeah, it feels…amazing,” I manage to stammer. She giggles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I’m torn between stopping and never wanting this to end. Can I really have my daughter like this?
“Ahhh Dad… Ummmm,” her moans turned me on more.
I’m not thinking about the consequences or the fact that she’s my daughter – all I can focus on is the sensation of being inside her. “You like that, baby?” I whisper, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil of emotions inside me. Lisa’s response is a soft “yes” that sends shivers down my spine.
I start to move faster, my strokes going deeper in and out of her pussy, it felt so good. Lisa’s hands are on my arms, her fingers digging into my skin as she whispers “Harder, Dad” as she is still facing with her back to me as I spoon her.
Lisa’s fingers dig deeper into my hands, her nails scratching my skin as she whispers “Harder, Dad please,” again, her voice husky and urgent. I oblige, my strokes becoming more intense, my cock pounding into her like a jackhammer. “Am I better than mom, you know…. oh yes fuck your dick feels good, better than her pussy.”
“Yes… yes sweetie, am I bigger than Gary,” I sucked in air as I continued to slide in and out of her.
Lisa moaned louder, her hips bucking against mine. “Oh, god…. yes, Dad. You’re so much bigger and better. Ah… show me what mom is missing, keep… keep going.”
“I am going to cum sweetheart,” I groaned when I knew I was close, knowing it was her pussy that made it even stronger.
“N-not yet… ahh… just… just a bit longer, please ahhh dad, right there harder.” she moaned as she took my hand and put it on her chest. I could feel her tits through her shirt, and her bra.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I let out a guttural groan as I felt myself reaching the edge. “I can’t… can’t hold on, Lisa,” I managed to gasp. “Fuck… I am… am trying… oh fuck, your pussy is… tight and hot… I’m gonna cum in you, baby.”
“My pussy is yours… AHHH DAD. I am rubbing my clit, harder… AHHH DAD.” Omg seeing her like this I tried to fight cumin.
The dam inside me broke, and I unleashed a series of powerful thrusts as I unloaded my seed deep inside Lisa. My body trembled with release, and I collapsed against her, panting heavily. Lisa moaned softly, her body still shaking from the intensity of the moment.
We lay there in silence for a long moment, our bodies intertwined, the weight of what we had just done hanging heavy in the air. Shame, guilt, and a strange sense of exhilaration warred within me. I had crossed a line, a line that should never have been crossed.
Lisa remained silent, her back still to me. I could feel the tension radiating from her body, the unspoken question hanging in the air.
“Lisa,” I began, my voice barely a whisper, “I… I don’t know what to say.”
She didn’t respond, and the silence stretched on, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing.
“I’m so sorry,” I continued, the words feeling hollow and inadequate. “This… this should never have happened. I…”
Suddenly, Lisa rolled over to face me, her expression unreadable in the dim light. “Don’t,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm. “Don’t apologize, Dad. Sounds like you needed it as much as I did. God Mom doesn’t even know what she is missing, wow I am shattered after that, who knew my old man was a stud in the bedroom department.”
I stared at her, stunned by her words. “But… you’re my daughter,” I stammered, struggling to comprehend her lack of remorse.
“And you’re my dad,” she replied, her gaze unwavering. “We both made a choice. It happened. It felt good. Let’s just leave it at that, okay?”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Was she serious? Could she truly compartmentalize what had just happened, dismiss it as a simple act of mutual gratification?
“I… I don’t know if I can do that, Lisa,” I confessed, my voice thick with emotion. “This changes everything. How can we ever go back to the way things were?”
Lisa sighed and reached out, placing her hand on my cheek. “It doesn’t have to change everything, Dad. Unless you want it to. We can keep this our little secret, something just between us. We had some fun didn’t we?”
I was still inside her and she moved her ass back and forth against me.
My body tensed at her movement, a fresh wave of desire washing over me despite the turmoil of emotions inside. “Lisa, please,” I whispered, pulling away slightly. “Don’t do that to me. What we did was wrong, and we shouldn’t… we can’t…”
She chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and defiance. “Can’t what, Dad? Can’t admit that you enjoyed it? That it was the best sex you’ve had in years? Or maybe the only sex you have had in years, come on I’ve seen you and Mom. I am not stupid.”
Her statement hit me like a punch to the gut. Was she right? Had my loneliness and marital frustrations driven me to this point? The thought was both terrifying and strangely liberating.
“Don’t play games, Lisa,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “This isn’t a joke.”
“Who’s joking?” she countered, her gaze locked on mine. “I’m an adult, Dad. I know what I want. And right now, I want you.”
Her words were like a siren’s call, tempting me to abandon all reason and succumb to the forbidden pleasure. I wanted to protest, to reiterate the inherent wrongness of the situation, but the truth was, a part of me, a dark and shameful part, was drawn to her, intoxicated by the taboo.
“What do you want to do then,” I asked. Lisa was right, I did need this release and that’s not good.
Lisa smirked and leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. “I want you to fuck me again, Dad. Right here, right now. This time even harder, and for you to cum more so your pain goes away.”
I closed my eyes, fighting a losing battle against my desires. “Lisa, we can’t,” I pleaded, but the conviction in my voice was waning.
“Why not?” she whispered, her fingers tracing a path down my chest. “Are you afraid? Afraid of what it might mean? Or afraid of what it might feel like?”
Her touch was electric, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume everything in its path. I knew I should stop her, but I couldn’t. I was weak, and she knew it.
With a groan, I surrendered to the inevitable. “Okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Okay, Lisa. But this doesn’t change anything. This stays between us. No one can ever know.”
Her eyes widened with excitement, and she threw herself at me, her body pressing against mine. “Thank you, Dad,” she murmured, her voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and lust. “Thank you for giving me what I want.”
And as we began to move together once more, I knew that I had crossed a point of no return. I had entered a realm of forbidden desires, where the lines between father and daughter, right and wrong, were blurred beyond recognition. And as I felt Lisa’s heat enveloping me, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever find my way back.
The night wore on, filled with whispered words and stolen touches. We moved in the sleeping bag, each moment a mix of guilt and pleasure. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I couldn’t deny the intense pleasure it brought. I was a man consumed by a forbidden desire, and Lisa seemed more than willing to indulge it.
As dawn approached, we lay exhausted in each other’s arms, the weight of our actions settling upon us. It was time to face the consequences, to confront the reality of what we had done.
I pulled away from Lisa, my heart heavy with regret. “What now?” I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty. “How do we go back to being father and daughter after this?”
Lisa shrugged, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know, Dad. Maybe we can’t. Maybe we just have to figure out a new way to be.”
Her words were unsettling, but a part of me knew that she was right. We had shattered the boundaries of our relationship, and there was no turning back. I had crossed a line, and now I had to face the consequences, whatever they may be.
As the sun rose over the horizon, I knew that our lives had been forever changed. We were no longer just father and daughter; we were something more, something forbidden, something that could never be spoken aloud. And as I looked into Lisa’s eyes, I knew that we were bound together by a secret that would haunt us for the rest of our days.