“Breath. Breath. Don’t push too hard.” – Came the instructions in the delivery room as Annie was bringing her first child into the world.
“What am I doing here?” I thought to myself. “A woman’s husband or mother should be here. Not a father.” I grabbed my daughter’s hand and squeezed it, “Baby, you’re doing really well, I’m so proud of you,” I encouraged my only daughter who was close to presenting me with my third grandchild. Annie had moved in with me shortly after her divorce.
My mind was racing, “Why didn’t you marry a normal guy? Why did Eric wait until you got pregnant to tell you he wanted to live with his male lover and your marriage was a mistake?” These thoughts blitzed through my mind as this precious daughter was working so hard to deliver life into this world.
It broke my heart having my daughter crying night after night about her failure as a woman and a wife. This time did form a bond between the two of us. We spent the last 5 months of her pregnancy together. Night after night I would rub lotion onto her expanding abdomen to help keep her skin soft and pliable. So many times I would feel my grandchild kick at my hand in protest. These were moments of precious intimacy. It was the cure I needed for my loneliness and hurt.
“I see hair,” announced one of the nurses, “Grandpa, come over here and see your latest grandchild.”
I dropped Annie’s hand and went to view this new entry into the world with Annie’s legs spread apart in the stirrups, certainly not a modest view for a woman to be in. She was clean shaven so the little red hairs were certainly not hers. I thought I had a strong constitution, but this was really a messy sight and I was feeling very light headed. And soon the baby came out in a gush, so fast that the doctors had to reach quickly to catch it.
“It’s a girl!”
I looked at this new entry into the world and scrutinized it carefully. I thought, “yes, they’re right. It is a girl, she has female plumbing.” It’s ridicules what stupid thoughts come into your mind when you nothing else to put there.
Tears came to my eyes, “Marty why did you have to die. The little granddaughter we had wanted for so long was now here. A little girl needs to be held by her grandmother.” These were the thoughts that went through my mind as I starred at my daughter’s anatomy on display in such a non-sexual manner.
“Evangeline”
“What did you say Annie?” I asked.
“I want to call her Evangeline. Evangeline Marie Wilson. Eve.”
I went to my daughter’s face and kissed her. She knew that was my mother’s name and how I loved it. “Thank you Annie. It means so much to me.”
“Daddy having you here means so much to me. I was so frightened that I would have to face this all alone. Thank you.”
“This is the greatest thrill I could ever have. Seeing little Eve come into the world.” The nurse laid Eve across Annie’s chest so this new mother could see her first child immediately. Eve already had light red hair on her head. “I guess there’s no doubt she’s mine is there,” said Annie with a very content smile on her face.
“No baby. She has your hair. And I can already see you in her.”
I was asked to go into a waiting room while they finished up in the delivery room. Later I was sent to Annie’s room in the hospital to wait for her. She arrived, looking very exhausted, but very thrilled.
“Daddy, thank you for being here when I needed you the most. And thank you for letting Eve and me come live with you… I was so anxious about where I was going to go, what I was going to do.”
She had stayed in her apartment after Eric left her. All through her pregnancy it was just the two of us. Her apartment had a rule against children and she was forced to move. Her mother had died a year ago after a long bout with cancer. And I had this big four-bedroom home that was too much for one very lonely man to live in. I had resorted to talking to the furniture, looking at Marty’s pictures and hours of crying in my loneliness. “No Annie, thank you for coming to live with me. I need someone in the house so very badly. I’m hurting. You and Eve are the medicine I need.”
I couldn’t wait for them to come home. I took the next two days off and stayed at the hospital. I would just spend hours looking in the nursery at Eve, to a point that the nurses knew my name the moment I walked into the viewing area, and would rush her crib to the window for me. “God, she’s beautiful,” I thought. My trips to Annie’s room were filled with hugs and kisses. I guess I did overdo it with flowers and cards. But she was all I had. Her older brother was gone. Killed in an auto accident. My daughter in law had remarried and my two grandsons had been adopted. Except for a card on my birthday, I never heard from them. My wife was gone. I had no brothers or sisters. So it was just the three of us for all practical purposes. So why shouldn’t I give her a room filled with flowers, and Hallmark could always print more cards.
When not at the hospital, I moved all of Annie’s belongings into the house, repainted her room, bought her some new furniture, and of course the best crib I could find for my new pride and joy. Why not, this was for my granddaughter, only the best. I bought every supply I thought might be needed. Everything was ready for my new, welcomed house guest and her mother. I was thrilled.
Not only was I thrilled to have Annie here, but Annie was tickled pink to be here. I made it clear that this was her home and she was not a guest. This was the beginning of a new depth to our relationship. One that would take some very strange twists.
Eve was only 4 days old. Annie had just been home her first full day. I got home from work and she was in the living room with the TV on watching the news. As I stepped into the room she smiled and said “Hello”. She was bare from the waist up and was nursing Eve.
“Annie, don’t you think you should cover up?” I suggested trying to hide my embarrassment.
“Dad, these are the same breasts you saw in the hospital. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Well, this is different.”
“How? They’re the same breasts. And now they’re being used for one of their intended purposes.”
“I know, but…” I protested halfheartedly. I am still a man, and there will always be that fascination with the female breast. They were so much larger than I had realized, and quite full.
“Daddy, when you bought the supplies for Annie did you buy a breast pump?”
“A what?”
“I guess you didn’t. Eve is falling asleep and she won’t be going to my other breast. I need to expel the milk out of my other breast. I need a breast pump to do that. My breast will keep producing milk and it’s already getting a little tender.”
“I’m sorry Annie, I didn’t know anything about that.”
She looked me in the eye and without a smile said, “I want you to relieve the pressure.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I understood you.”
“I need you to come over here and take care of the milk in my breast.”
“Annie, I don’t think a father needs to get that intimate with his daughter, and besides it will make a mess with me squeezing it out.”
“I wasn’t thinking about you squeezing it out with your hands.”
“What then were you thinking about?”
“I want you to use your mouth and nurse it out.”
“Wait a minute, that’s not proper. I mean I’m your father not your husband. No I can’t do a thing like that.”
Tears were starting to come to her eyes. “Daddy, I’m starting to get really uncomfortable. I’m asking for your help. If I cut my finger you would be the first one to get a bandage, wouldn’t you. Well I need your help right now. Please!”
“But…”
“Didn’t you ever taste mother’s breast milk when she had the two of us?”
“Well no, your mother couldn’t nurse so she never produced any. But what you are suggesting young lady, it’s not right?”
Now the tears were really flowing. “Please!! Mom used to tell me how great and kinky you were as a lover. I can’t believe that drinking some of my milk is such a damning thing. Besides, there is no one else on this planet that I would want to taste my milk other than you and Eve. I want you to try it. Please… For me…”
I took great pride that even as Annie was growing up, I never so much as touched her, not that she wasn’t as beautiful to me as her mother was. I did have a great sense of decency and I wanted her to always remember me as a clean, decent father. One that she could remember with pride and love. Not a molester or pervert. Yet her breasts were larger than normal now that they were making milk. And they were so beautiful. I was so lucky that she had become such a beautiful woman. Annie looked very statuesque with her 5’10” frame, her gentle soft curves, bright red hair, and soft blue eyes. Her nipples were very erect. And I did envy Eve. Marty’s illness had deprived us from expressing our physical love for over a year. Her death had become a blessing she had suffered so much for so long. I indeed was horny. I had been so depressed I didn’t even masturbate all this time. Passion was driving completely through my body. “Okay Annie. But it isn’t because I’m perverted or anything. I’ll try it.”
“Daddy, you’re not perverted. You’re a healthy man with all the passions of a man. You’re the only man in my life now and I need your help.”
I slowly moved my mouth over her right nipple and began to such lightly, I was so afraid of hurting her nipple or breast.
“Eve sucks harder than that Daddy.”
I soon felt the milk coming into my mouth. I was shocked at how sweet it tasted. It reminded me of “Eagle Brand Milk” we used to have when I was a kid. My stimulation seemed to be so pleasing to Annie. She closed her eyes and literally purred at my sucking. I could feel my cock getting hard and really tried to disguise it.
“Well how does it taste?”
“The truth?”
“Yes, the truth.”
“Wonderful. Sweet and light. And…”
“Enjoyable?”
I blushed, “Yes,” I said with a very subdued tone, “Very enjoyable, very enjoyable indeed.”
What a time of intimate delight this was. I was soon nursing like a 50-year-old infant. Enjoying the taste and sensations. I closed my eyes and my mind got lost in the reality of whose breast I was nursing at. After a while I felt Annie gently kiss my forehead. And soon she let me know her breast was sufficiently drained.
“Thank you daddy. That was such a wonderful feeling. I can’t tell you how close it made me feel to you just then.”
I got a little bolder in my reactions. “Hey with breast as beautiful as yours, what real man wouldn’t want to nurse on them. Annie you’re such a beautiful woman. I’m so lucky to have you as my daughter.”
“How did you really feel about it? Was it sexual, or what?”
“No, there was nothing sexual about it. It was, well, intimate. Sensual in many ways, but not sexual.”
“Not sexual? I guess that’s my lot in life. A companion. But never a sexy one.”
“I didn’t say that. Speaking as a man and not your father, you are an enormously sensual lady. No you’re down right sexy. You have it all. If you weren’t my daughter and 25 years younger than me, I’d have a hard time leaving you alone.”
I didn’t realize how much Annie needed to hear those words until she really started to open up. “I needed your validation, Daddy. I needed to hear you admit that I was a sexual turn on. It’s important to me.”
This was the first hint that I had that Annie had not enjoyed a full rich sex life.
Over the next few weeks it became a habit that when I was around and Eve was finished, I got to drink the leftovers. I got to a point that I really enjoyed the taste and knew that someday it would be gone so I needed to enjoy it while I could. I still was not having trouble with my cock getting hard. But the idea of having Annie around constantly was starting to get into my thinking. I had found Annie’s body a very exciting and stimulating thing. Everything I had said to her was true, she was sensual, and sexually stimulating. I was able to control my urges to rip her clothes off because of a deep sense of what I was taught as being right and wrong. And incest was wrong. But oh my she was all woman and I was getting so attached to the feel of her body during these very intimate times.
Annie had been in the house for two months when a new incident happened. My house was large. It had four bedrooms, a family room, den, living room and three bathrooms. The two upstairs bathrooms were the ones we used. But the shower in my bathroom was big and luxurious. Most of it had been custom made years before. This was a day that I had gotten off early. I was the Marketing Manager for a large industrial firm, and we had just finished the details on a big new venture. I wanted to go home and take my two ladies out to dinner to celebrate this event. I went into the house and up the stairs to shower and change clothes. I didn’t even look for Annie. I went into my bedroom and removed most of my clothes just down to my undershorts. I went into the bathroom to turn on the shower when I came to a screeching halt. There was Annie, totally nude and drying herself off, having finished a shower herself. Her pubic hair was starting to fill out now. It was the same red color as her mothers. She was like a dream standing there.
“Oops, oh my God, Annie I’m sorry, I didn’t even think… Wow, I’m sorry darling.” I said as I regained my composure and realized what had happened. I was embarrassed not for what I had seen, but for invading her privacy.
“Daddy! What’s wrong?”
“I had no idea you would be in the shower. I would have knocked to let you know I was home. Please forgive me.”
“For what? Coming into your own bathroom. That’s silly”
“Well you’re… I mean you aren’t…”
She looked down at her body and then looked at me, “you mean I don’t have clothes on?”
“Well yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I want you to have all the privacy you need. And I’ve burst in on you like this.” She knew how embarrassed I was.
Then she started to laugh. “I was in the delivery room, my legs up in the air, spread apart, with who knows how many strangers staring at every private part of me. There isn’t anything I have on or in my body that you didn’t see and now your flustered at seeing me nude. I can’t believe it. I’m not ashamed or bothered. You’re the man in my life, you should be able to look.”
“I’m your father. The grandfather of Eve.” I remarked as I sat on the edge of the bed half stunned by this conversation and the events that were taking place.
“And the only man in my life who has ever really loved me.”
I couldn’t believe that my own daughter’s body was so exciting to me. I could feel my cock getting harder by the second. I couldn’t hide it, there was no place to turn, no place to run to. Annie saw it right away.
“I turn you on don’t I?” She said as she sat next to me on the edge of my bed. She continued to dry her hair with the towel.
I was stumped. I couldn’t lie. “I’m sorry baby, it’s just a reaction. Yes you are more than sexy. But I haven’t allowed myself to feel turned on for so long. I mean it’s been so long since I had the chance to see such a beautiful sight. I did everything I could to honor your mother. I stayed away from every temptation on earth to be totally faithful while she was sick.”
“You never masturbated?”
“No. I wanted to be faithful in thought as well as deed, so I tried to turn my attention away from any thinking that would give me problems.”
“Not even after mother was gone?”
“I was too depressed. I loved her so deeply, I was so empty. You and Eve have given me so much of a reason to live.”
Annie set the towel next to her and looked me straight in the eye. “When you looked at me and got turned on, that was the most thrilling feeling I have had in over a year.”
“What makes you think I got turned on?”
“Your body gave you away.”
I got very uncomfortable. What was she thinking of me. Getting a hard on at seeing my own daughter nude.
“I was a virgin up until my junior year in college,” she continued I was too busy with school, studies, and work to get involved with a man. I had two quick romances, but while there was sex involved they were very unsatisfactory. I met Eric and his love for the arts became a common ground for us. But he never made me feel like a woman. His love making was very clumsy and unromantic. He had no idea what fore play meant. The only way I ever got an orgasm was after he was asleep, I could masturbate. So, when you looked at me and admired my body, I felt validated as a pure sexy female. That’s all I ever wanted that from Eric or any man. That was a very thrilling moment for me. And it came from you.”
I had no idea where this was leading. But I got a hint when her hand moved over the top of my under shorts and she began to gently stroke my still hardened cock beneath them. I tried to back off, but I was so horny and it had been such a long time. My prejudice dropped immediately. Oh I tried to protest, “this is wrong Annie. This is very wrong. It’s against God and the Bible.”
“Oh. So Adam didn’t have sex with his daughter’s? Where did the wives of his sons come from? No daddy this is not wrong. You mean so much to me, I love you more than I can express.”
She fumbled to remove my pants and finally I relented and removed them. She was as strong willed as an adult as she had been as a child, so when her mind was made up, don’t fight it, just give in. My cock was at full mast now. It was sticking straight out. Annie took it into her hand and admired it. She cupped my balls and said, “These produced the sperm that made me.”
I looked down rather sheepishly and smiled at her and said, “I never replaced them.”
We both giggled at my preposterous remark. She looked at them and at my cock with great wonder. “It is kind of thrilling to me to know that this is the place that part of me was formed.” She stroked my cock lightly. “Mom always bragged to me about this.”
“She didn’t. Did she?”
“When I went to college, she and I talked a lot about sex. She enjoyed everything the two of you did. She was so proud of you and what a lover you were. And kinky.”
I looked up to the ceiling as if looking into heaven and said, “Marty you could never keep anything private.”
“Daddy, I always wanted a man to satisfy me the way mother was so satisfied. I never found him. Please lay down next to me and let’s talk some more. I need to talk.”
We laid down next to each other, her hand was still stroking my cock gently, but not enough to make me explode. Then she removed her hand and placed her hand on mine and guided it to her mons. She pressed my hand firmly against her pubic hair which was now starting to grow back. She closed her eyes and let out a sound of contentment like a dove’s coo. “Please feel me,” she said, “I need your touch so desperately now. Please.” With this she parted her legs to give my hand complete access to her very wet slit. My brain was now disconnected and I was running on lust power. I rolled over on my side facing her and my finger traced around her entire pussy. It had been so long since I felt this. I had forgotten how wonderful it felt. Annie saw it in my face. “I am sexy to you,” she said half asking.
“Oh my dear baby, you are the sexiest woman alive in the world today.” She knew half of this was lust talking, but a big part of this was my heart talking. She was sexy. I perceived her as being of incredible beauty and she felt it.
My finger found her clit. I toyed with it, giving it sincere promises of even more attention. My touch of her clit sent her body into a complete spin. It was like turning on a light that illuminated her entire soul. Her pussy was now literally dripping it’s juices. I really wanted to lean down and drink this feminine nectar. But instead I wanted her to call the shots. This was her body and I wanted her to orchestrate my moves. She raised her hips and asked me to put my fingers inside. I love the feel inside a woman’s vagina. It is soft, wet and warm. And it is full of sensations for me. Hers was as wonderful as I remember her mother’s being. My fingers were getting very slippery from all her lubrication. I was sensitive to how brutal childbirth had been to her pussy and didn’t want to hurt her or bring any kind of discomfort to her. Soon I was rubbing from deep inside to up and across her clit. Each time bringing up more of her internal juice to bath her now swollen clit. With each stroke her body responded. I picked up my speed a little and her butt started bouncing on the bed in response to my stroking. I rolled over and was partially on top of her. Her right breast was pressed against my chest. Soon she was shaking with pleasure, her breast was lactating slightly against my chest. She was dripping between her legs and from her chest. Her entire body became flush and soon she was crying out, “I love it, I love it Oh it feels sooooo goood, please go deeper and longer strokes, I love it.”
I plunged deeper and made my stokes glide more rapidly along it’s path each time circling her clit rubbing all of it’s surface I could. With a loud moan of joy, Annie crashed into a gigantic orgasm. Her skin was flushed completely red, making her look completely sunburned. Her eyes were shut with floods of tears streaming from their corners. Her lips were trembling trying to hold back her crying.
As she started to lose some of her flush, I asked her if she was okay. I just knew that she was a victim of guilt now and it was all my fault. “I’m sorry baby, we just went too far.”
She opened her eyes and rolled up to embrace me tightly. “Oh no Daddy, we haven’t gone too far. I have never had an orgasm that strong in all my life. Mother was right. You are wonderful. I love you so much,” She kissed me not as though I was her father, but as a lover. “Thank you for that I needed that so very much. That’s everything I’ve wanted sex to be. That’s the feeling I have dreamed about. I love you.”
Her tears brought tears to my eyes. “The feel of your pussy was so wonderful. I had forgotten just how wonderful it was. I have missed it so much more than I have admitted to myself. I love you Annie. Your being here in my… No our house means everything to me. And you were outstanding just now.”
She looked down at my cock which was half erect now. “Please let me show you how much I love you now. I want to suck you.”
I was so melted now I couldn’t protest at all. I laid back and let her work on me. She showed signs of some practice, I had learned that Eric insisted on blow jobs over intercourse. But then that figured to be the case knowing his orientation. Because of this, Annie became very skilled. She manipulated my cock with her fingers as carefully as a craftsman making a real work of art. With her mouth she used lips, tongue and teeth with a deftness of a surgeon. I wasn’t going to hold back at all. I could feel myself getting ready to shoot a year of pent-up frustration. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do. But as I exploded, she moved her head away and tried to catch my semen in her hand. “I just want to see it this time,” she said “I want to swallow it next time.”
Next time!!! I still hadn’t gotten over the shock of the first time.
“Why do you want to see it,” I asked.
“Daddy, it’s this very semen that went into Mother and made me. It’s corny, but it’s important for me to see it.”
She scrapped it up, looked at it like a scientist, and then rubbed it against her body. Finally she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around my now somewhat flaccid cock and sucked the last drops of semen into her mouth… She smiled very approvingly when she looked up at me. And then with a very quick change in mood, she asked, “just why are you home so early anyway?”
“Well I just finished our new marketing campaign and got the owners to approve it. So I wanted to take my two favorite ladies to dinner.”
“Well let me wash off again and feed Eve, and then let’s go. In the meanwhile you can take your shower and get ready.”