A Daughters Needs
I am a divorced man in my mid-fifties, and I have a 32 year old daughter, Jayne. Jayne is married to a decent guy, Phil, and they have a boy of their own who has just had his sixth birthday. Jayne and I have always been very close and she regularly pops in to see me at home on evenings and at weekends. One such visit a few weeks ago ended up changing our relationship and placing it on another level.
Jayne called round to see me one Saturday morning and I could immediately tell from her expression that something was wrong. She came into the kitchen and I set about making us some tea. She said that her husband and son had gone to the cinema and she had something she needed to share with me. All sorts of things went through my mind in that instant, serious illness, the breakdown of their relationship etcetera. I indicated that we should take our tea through to the lounge and sit down.
We sat next to each other on the settee and she suddenly burst into tears. I put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her and through her tears she said, "Dad, I don't know if I can tell you this but it's been driving me mad. I am not sure how you will react but I don't want you to hate me and ....".
"Stop right there Jayne. I love you more than anything else and you know you can tell me anything. If I can help then you know I will and at the very least we can talk about whatever is bothering you."
"I know dad but when you hear this you might change your mind."
"Whatever it is, I will not stop loving you."
"Okay dad but please let me finish before you react. I need to tell you everything first and please, please, it must remain just between you and me. Promise you won't tell anyone, ever."
I gave her my assurance and she took a deep breath and started. Her initial announcement was just blurted out and it took me completely by surprize.
"Dad, I want to have sex with you!"
"What!" I exclaimed.
"You promised you wouldn't interrupt."
"I know but I wasn't ...; okay carry on." I stammered.
Jayne took another deep breath and continued. She wasn't crying anymore as I think the fact that she had got the main revelation out of the way now made the rest a bit easier for her. I sat and listened as she revealed the whole story to me. This is the gist of what she said.
"Dad, I really enjoy sex but Phil just doesn't satisfy me. We have sex a couple of times a week but it just consists of him lying on top of me and banging away until he finishes and rolls off. I never cum and when I try to tell him about it he just says it seems alright to him.
I love him very much and there isn't anything else about our relationship that needs fixing, it's just the sex side of things."
At this point I did interrupt and mention about the availability of books and sex therapists. Jayne said she had spoke to Phil about these but he was insistent that they didn't need any of that kind of thing.
I was mindful of the fact that she had started the conversation with the revelation that she wanted to have sex with me and I was waiting to hear the connection. She continued and now it turned a little more intimate.
"I know I can talk openly with you about things so let me carry on and finish the whole story. I have tried masturbating, many times actually, but it just doesn't work for me. I orgasm, but I don't find it satisfying. I then thought about finding someone for some casual sex but I just can't do that. I can't do that to Phil as I love him so much and in any case it would come with complications. I don't want to hurt anyone, I don't want to risk anyone finding out and I certainly don't want to catch anything. So using my fingers or a strangers cock are out."
Jayne continued. "It was then that I realised the solution was obvious. I love you as much as I love Phil. I know this is in a different way as you are my dad, but I do find you sexy and I have noticed you looking at me when I bend over sometimes."
I started to defend myself but Jayne stopped me saying, "Dad, I like it when you look down my top or at my bum, and in fact I sometimes make a point of bending down in front of you so that you get a good view of my cleavage and tits."
"Well you have a nice body and I like to look." I replied. "But I thought I was being discreet."
"Dad, I notice things, but I do like the fact that you sometimes see me sexually. Anyway, let me finish."
She went on with her confession, if I can call it that.
"As I was saying, playing with myself or casual sex with a stranger don't work for me and then I thought about you. You are on your own, you don't have a girlfriend and sometime ago you mentioned to me that the only thing you miss about mum these days is sex. I guess that you have a high sex drive like me and that you probably wank to satisfy it. Am I right?"
"Yes Jayne. I watch porn and wank myself off to it quite often if you must know. It's not ideal but I do enjoy it and it's all I've got."
"Do you ever fantasize about me?"
"Jayne, if I said yes it would make me sound like a pervert."
"Dad, I thought we could be completely honest with each other. I am revealing much more here than you are."
"Okay, okay. Yes I sometimes think about you when I masturbate."
"Do I make you cum?"
"Yes, you make me cum. Satisfied?"
"Yes, good. Anyway stop interrupting. So the facts as I see it are that we both don't have a sexually fulfilling life, we both love each other already, neither of us is promiscuous and so don't have any STD's, and finally, I do not consider it a proper affair and no one will suspect anything other than I am visiting my dad, which I do regularly anyway. I rest my case!"
"You really have thought a lot about this haven't you!" I stated.
"I have and it's a perfect solution that satisfies both of us. And I should mention that on occasion I have noticed what looks like a nice big cock inside your trousers."
I couldn't argue with her logic and the thoughts of playing with such a lovely young and sexy body did appeal to me. As her dad I should have felt repelled by the idea, but my hardening cock thought otherwise. To help appease my conscience I said; "Jayne, what you are proposing is not only immoral, but also against the law. If anyone found out it would mean the end of your marriage, you would probably be deemed an unfit mother and have your son taken off you, and as for me, well if I escaped prison I would certainly be deemed a sex offender. I would lose my job and be branded a paedophile or something."
"Dad you can't be a paedophile, I am 32 years old. We are both consenting adults and in any case it's me seducing you here."
At this stage I was getting so turned on by the idea of a good shag that I really just wanted to grab my daughter and have a good feel of those tits. Instead I said; "Okay supposing we did mess with each other a bit, the rules are that we must be ultra-careful not to give away our secret and if at any time either of us wants to stop we say the word and walk away."