Father Sleeps with Daughter, Ch. 01
Forty-five-year-old father sleeps with his 23-year-old daughter.
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Author's Note:
This is a fictional story that Glen asked me to write about him having an incestuous, and consensual, sexual relationship with his daughter, Caroline. After inappropriately sexually touching her his daughter, she confessed how she sexually felt about her father having had sex with her.
This story is from both their points of views. Reading much like a screenplay but with the background description of a novel, it shows what the father and the daughter are thinking.
Something that neither father nor daughter thought would ever happen, Glen had drunken sex with Caroline. Even though they were both inebriated, with them both sexually frustrated and horny, and with them sexually attracted to one another, the sex was not only willing between them but also consensual.
Indeed, something so forbidden, yet, something so sexually exciting, Glen wanted to have sex with his daughter as much as Caroline wanted to have sex with her father. Not planned or premeditated, it just happened.
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Fade In:
Father Sleeps with Daughter, Ch. 01
Father and daughter have consensual, incestuous sex.
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Father's Viewpoint:
I blame all that sexually and incestuously happened between my daughter and I on my ex-wife, Sheila. She had cheated on me throughout our entire 25-year marriage, the whore. Instead of staying at home, she was out with her friends every night partying.
Even the COVID virus couldn't stop her from going out drinking. None of this would have happened had she had remained faithful to me and had stayed married to me. Finally, she left me to live somewhere in California with her dance instructor, Marco, while I was left alone to live with my adult daughter, Caroline.
Bad enough of her to have abandoned me, her husband, but how could she abandon her daughter, too. Granted, Caroline was an adult but to leave without giving her an address where to reach her, an email where to write, or a phone number where to call her is just nasty. Her mother, Sheila, only cared about herself. Goodbye and good riddance, good luck to her.
'Bye,' I thought. 'Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out of our lives.'
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Daughter's Viewpoint:
Bad enough of my whore and drunk of a mother to have abandoned her loving husband but how could she abandon me, her daughter? Granted, no longer a child dependent on my mother raising me, I was an adult. Yet, to leave without saying goodbye, without leaving an address where to reach her, an where email where to write her, or a phone number where to call her was wrong. Clearly, my mother only cared about herself.
Goodbye mom. Even though you left me, I still love you. I'll always love you.
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Father's Viewpoint:
With my wife staying out late and partying with her friends nearly every night, she didn't get out of bed until 11am the next morning. By the time Sheila had arisen from the dead, and hungover, Caroline had already left for work. An understatement, my wife wasn't much of a mother.
Then, before our daughter even arrived home from work, Sheila would have already gone out the door with her friends to party all night again. Never considering the welfare of her husband or her daughter, she acted as if she was single. Meanwhile, with me paying the mortgage, the food, and all of the monthly bills, I supported my wife by stupidly giving her money for her to go drinking.
With many of her friends not even knowing that she was married and was a mother of an adult daughter, she acted as if she didn't have a husband and/or a daughter. She acted as if she was on the hunt for a man. Forget about shopping for groceries, cooking dinner, doing laundry, and/or cleaning the house, all of that was on my and Caroline's shoulders. My wife acted as if she didn't have a responsibility in the world.
I love my daughter and now that we lived together without the meddling interference, the constant aggravation, and the bickering of her mother, we grew closer. With the COVID quarantine in full swing, my daughter's company required her to work from home. We me already working from home, as if attached at the hip, we were always together.
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Daughter's Viewpoint:
With my mother staying out late and partying with her friends nearly every night, she didn't get out of bed until late morning or early afternoon. By the time she had collected herself enough to climb out of bed, I had already left for work. Sometimes, I didn't see her for days. An understatement, my mother wasn't much of a mother. She had already emotionally abandoned me long before she had physically left me.
Then, before I had even arrived home from work, my mother had already gone out the door to party all night with her friends again. Never considering the welfare of my dad or me, she acted as if she was unattached. Meanwhile, with my father and I paying the mortgage, the food, and all the monthly bills, I supported my mother by foolishly giving her money for her to go drinking.
With many of her friends not even knowing that she was married and was a mother of an adult daughter, she acted as if she didn't have a husband and/or a daughter. She acted as if she was looking for a man. Forget about shopping for groceries, cooking dinner, doing laundry, and/or cleaning the house, all of that was on my and my father's shoulders. Emotionally detached from us, my mother acted as if she didn't have a care in the world.
I love my dad and now that we lived together without the meddling interference, the constant aggravation, and the bickering of my mother, we grew closer. With the COVID quarantine in full swing, my company required me to work from home. With my dad already working from home, as if we were husband and wife instead of father and daughter, we were always together.
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Father's Viewpoint:
Yet, not a bad life, a much better life without Sheila, we talked, laughed, watched movies, played board games, and had as much fun that a father and daughter could have without having sex, forbidden sex, incestuous sex. I mean, God forbid, safe with me, I never thought of Caroline in a sexual way. With her having had plenty of boyfriends and dates before COVID hit, with me feeling safe with her, I'm sure that my daughter never thought of me in a sexual way either.
Yet, alas and unfortunately, a game changer, whenever there's copious amounts of alcohol, incestuous sex happens. Now that we were stuck at home alone, we were drinking more than we should and that we ordinarily would have if we needed to stay sober to drive to and from work. Yet, with nothing else to do other than to watch television, watch movies, or play boardgames, after a while, we were bored. While having a few drinks to relax, we drank every night.
Yet, admittedly, better than taking drugs, nonetheless, oftentimes, alcohol gets in the way of better judgment as it had with my daughter and I. Generous amounts of alcohol are often filled with shame, embarrassment, and regrets. With our inhibitions gone, and with the both of us horny and sexually frustrated, sorry to write but sometimes, sex, especially forbidden sex, and incestuous sex, happens when you least expect it.
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When we weren't working, we relaxed by having a few drinks. Yet, some nights, tired of staying in the house, admittedly, we overdid the alcohol. With neither of us driving, safely staying home, we didn't think there was anything wrong with overindulging by sometimes drinking alcohol to an excess. Instead of going out, we went to bed.
Not all bad, we discovered that the more we drank, the more we talked. We talked about everything. The more we drank, the more we laughed. We laughed over everything. We laughed over nothing. The more we talked and laughed, the more that we better knew one another.
