A Reluctant Daughter 3 - Sex Stories

A Reluctant Daughter 3

This story will hurt sensibilities. DO NOT READ IF THE THEMES TAGGED ABOVE ARE NOT TO YOUR LIKING! Thanks to all those who have written me suggestions or feedback, I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. Comment below or private message me if you really, really enjoy :) The remorse I felt over my whole situation knew no bounds. When I had banged my dad with my mother on the bed jealously had overridden my addled brain but now, with a clear conscience, I began to realize the severity of my actions. I had desacralized my parent’s marriage bed and disrespected my mother’s role as the woman of the house. Further still I had permanently broken things off with Ricky, giving up on the idea of trying to develop a healthy, intimate relationship with someone other than my father. Things were going really sour really fast. As I said before the sex between my father and I had reached an all time peak. We fucked like rabbits. I couldn’t get enough of him. There was literally no place we hadn’t screwed in the house. We had banged in the shower, on the living room carpet, on the stairs. Everywhere you looked we had touched. Less than a day ago I let my dad take me as I draped myself over the bathroom sink. We had been getting ready for our day, me for school and him for work, when he slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. My mom was downstairs making breakfast and we were upstairs doing it doggy style. That was another frightening aspect of our relationship, the ...

... voyeurism of it all. We had found that sex was ten times better when we risked getting caught, especially by my mother. After that one night when we had fucked with her in the bed we had begun searching for places to excite us. We had even driven up to Kissing Peak, a popular rest stop for kids looking to have some fun. My dad fucked me in our Toyota Corolla as if we were some inexperienced teenagers. The couples around us couldn’t see in the car, thanks to tinted windows, but I was sure they heard us. When I thought about how the others would have no way of knowing the incest going on in the stall next to them I got wet. My dad and I had become a risqué couple, well sex wise that is. Slowly I found myself hating our situation less and less. Before I had resented my dad for everything he had done, but now as our relationship matured I found myself enjoying our love making sessions more and more. When we had sex he would tell me how much he loved me, how he had never been with anyone who felt so good, how I was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Even I couldn’t keep my proclamations from tumbling out of my mouth. When he took me, slowly and with care, I would grab him by the neck and bring him as close to me as possible, whispering in his ear that I loved him and this was my way of showing it. The frantic forbidden sex may have been great, but it was those slow and languid unions that really showed our true colors. So in a way you could say that I was both remorseful over ...