Inspiration

Inspiration
by Rx

Inspiration comes in many forms, shapes, sizes, ages, sexes and…websites? I was surfing the internet one evening when I stumbled upon a topic that has always intrigued me, and yet it was a subject that one could never discuss openly, that topic being incest. When I stumbled upon My Dirty Little Mind it was like a switch was turned on within me. I can’t honestly tell you why I was so drawn into this particular site, maybe it was because it is from a woman’s perspective, the quality of its content or the perception of honesty not only displayed by Rachael, but other participants, as well. I’m not unfamiliar with the topic of incest and I may have had a brief, yet exciting, real life experience at one time, but I will never openly admit to it.

Inspiration can open doors, open minds, and even bring us to do things that are way out of our comfort zone. I’m way out of my comfort zone at the moment, contemplating putting my thoughts into words, words that may be read by others, words about incest.

All of this could have started many years ago when I was too young to understand what incest was, or even ever heard the word incest. All I knew was they were different from me, younger than me and it really felt good when we would play together. As innocent as we all were, somehow we knew what we were doing together would be frowned upon by our parents and our Catholic teachings, but it just felt too good to stop. There were up close and personal examinations, probing fingers, tasting tongues, delightful flavors discovered, lots of giggles and laughing. Everything changed early one morning while we were playing, something that signaled the end of our fun and games was near.

They liked to be on top sliding up and down my hard “thing,” as they called it. Sometimes they just wanted me to be on top of them or behind them and sometimes we would just use our hands, fingers or tongues until the feelings would wash over us. It was early in the morning, she was sitting on me moving her hips back and forth over my thing, grinding harder and faster when it happened!

I felt different this time, felt like I had to pee, but it wasn’t pee that was squirting out of me! She didn’t notice what was happening until her sister pointed between her legs and asked, “What’s that?” A white fluid was on both of us, but I knew it had come from me somehow. As she lifted herself up I saw the white goo dripping from her lower lips. Her little lips were all wet, as was my stomach and dick.

Curiosity took over again as we played with the white slippery stuff, eventually tasting it. Whatever it was, I liked how it felt coming out of me and we talked about it. At first they liked the feeling almost as much as I did when they would make me cum, the white stuff making it slippery for them as they would hump my thing until the feeling would wash over them, too. Soon after, they grew tired of the mess I was making or so they said, asking me to stop it, but it was out of my control and I didn’t want it to stop anyway. I believe one of them talked with a girlfriend or maybe Mom had a talk with the oldest because she was developing rather nicely, but what did I know? All I knew was that our fun and games came to a sudden and disappointing halt!

Twenty some years later, I’m married, have kids of my own, and, yes, “Daddy’s little girl” is growing up rather nicely. Now we should get back to a certain website and the “inspirations” it fuels. When she was younger, I won’t lie and say that she didn’t excite me as she would squirm around on my lap and maybe once or twice she knew exactly what she was doing to me, but that was as far as it would go until recently. I’ve noticed some rather adventurous actions from her lately. I noticed that when we are alone she tends to be clingy, overtly precocious and on a few occasions down right naughty! She would never let me see her “under” things, bra, panties and anything else she thought a dad should not see, but all of the sudden I would find a bra or a pair of panties mixed in with my laundry. At first these “under” things would be fresh from the dryer but the last few times they were fresh off her body and what a body she was developing. Again I won’t lie and say I didn’t do a quick inspection of said “things,” fueling my “inspirations” to new heights! Did I mention she was naughty? When I say naughty I’m talking about her walking around in just a towel, fresh from the shower after she was sunning herself out by the pool. Ah yes, the pool and bikini weather…this child will no doubt be the death of me! At 5′ 9″, slim with curves in all the right places, she’s turning into a man eater! There have been a few occasions this summer where I had to stay in the deep end of the pool to cover my throbbing cock lurking below the surface.

Three weeks ago there was an “accident” as she was leaving the bathroom after her shower. It’s funny how these “accidents” only seem to happen when we are alone in the house. Anyway, as I was leaving my bedroom she scampered across the hallway buck ass naked, paused as she reacted to my presence, giving me a fantastic view of her gorgeous body before blurting out “Oh, my God!” I instantly got hard looking at her, my eyes feasting on her perfect breasts, hardening nipples, her nicely trimmed strawberry blond pubes, her long slender legs, and, oh yes, an ass that wanted my full attention as she turned around and ran back into the bathroom. As she disappeared into the bathroom, I did an about face myself, returning to my bedroom to take care of my throbbing cock.

Later that evening, as we were alone yet again watching a movie on TV, I thought I would test the waters a bit. Erin was sitting on the far end of the sofa in her PJ’s when, without looking directly at her, I asked her if she forgot I was home earlier today when she came out of the bathroom totally naked. I added with a bit of a smirk on my face that she was lucky it was me she had exposed herself to and not one of her brothers.

At first she stumbled on her words before saying she thought she was all alone in the house, then she added that she was glad it was me and not one of her brothers who saw her. As I turned to look at her, I noticed her facial expression was changing from shy to a knowing smile that her dad has seen the goods! I looked back to the TV for a minute or so, not knowing how far to take this when Erin stood up and walked over to me.

As she sat on my lap she said, “I hope you’re not mad at me, Dad.”

Now it was my turn to stumble on my words as she adjusted her position on my lap. It was then that I thought, “Aw fuck it,” and said what I really wanted to say. “I’m not mad at you Erin, I rather enjoyed the view.” Then I kissed her cheek.

Erin looked directly into my eyes, moved her ass on my hardening cock, then said, “I enjoyed it, too, Dad…almost as much as I’m enjoying this.” She then moved her sweet ass up and down my throbbing cock just like her aunts did many years ago.

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