Nathalie--called Nat by her friends--was normally a cheerful, happy-go-lucky kind of girl. One night, however, she just sat on her bed, unable to sleep. Shaking, she couldn't stop thinking about anything or anyone else but her father, Gabriel--or Gabe, as he was usually called.
She wore nothing other than a pink bra and panties--ones with a pretty, elaborate lace design; actually, it was her habit to lounge around the house in various forms of undress, often completely naked. And here was the problem: nude in her bedroom earlier that day, she'd noticed her dad out in the hall, watching her from behind--indeed, ogling her behind--when she'd left her bedroom door several inches ajar. When she quickly turned around, he guiltily ran off.
More shocking than that, on two occasions the week before, she'd worn nothing but a bra and thong--the first time, dark red; the second, black. Both times, she'd briefly sat on his lap on the sofa in the living room as he was watching TV; and both times, he had a pointy erection! Embarrassed, he quickly asked her to get off his lap and put some clothes on; but it was too late--she knew how he felt about her.
On some level, she could understand his desires: she was a pretty 22-year-old brunette with piercing black eyes and a petite, tanned, deliciously curvy body. All the boys in her classes at Hamilton Ontario's McMaster University wanted to get their hands on her. Indeed, when she'd sat on Gabe's lap those two times, her soft, smooth buttocks must have commanded his cock to stand at attention.
Still, he was her father, and in him she saw a melancholy, but sweet, ever so gentle man. She'd never seen him show any kind of passion before, including when her bitchy mother was still alive. He seemed the last man to show any kind of lechery. It was amazing that he'd ever gotten Nat's mother pregnant with her. Because of his seeming celibacy, she often went around the house undressed in front of him: she loved and trusted him completely. Yet here she was now, confronted with his having incestuous feelings for her; she could never have imagined it!
More unsettling for her than even those worries was the fact that a part of her, maybe all of her, actually liked how he wanted her! She'd dated lots of men over the years, sleeping with at least half of them and experimenting with many different ways to give and get pleasure. Indeed, she was very open-minded about sex, having tried all kinds of different positions, taking pride in her skill at fellatio, receptive to anal sex; she'd even given men a golden shower or two. She slept with a woman once, and enjoyed receiving, though not giving, cunnilingus. And though the sex with the men was usually fun, all of them ultimately disappointed her: she'd never even had a steady boyfriend once in her life. She'd never fallen in love.
Gabe's wife died almost two years to the day before this sleepless night of Nat's. Though her mom was generally a domineering, nasty woman to her and Gabe, he was so devastated with her dying (her bitchiness consisted in making him emotionally dependent on her) that he withdrew completely from any form of social contact, never seeking a new woman.
So Nat needed a man, and Gabe needed a woman. Her half-naked body was driving him wild, and his sweetness, his kindness, and his blond-haired, blue-eyed, mature good looks--at the age of 49--made him seem the perfect mate for her...except that he was her dad.
But did that really matter?
The next morning, a drowsy Nat drove to McMaster U with a large Starbucks coffee. With barely any energy to move, she managed to get to her 8:30 AM philosophy class on time, practically dropping her ass on her chair. She kept sipping her coffee, thinking about her...problem...with her dad as everyone waited for the professor to enter the room.
He arrived about five minutes later and began his lecture. He was discussing religion and sexuality, and the philosophy of sex. When he started advocating essentially any kind of consensual sex between human adults, even incest, practically everyone in class was politely trying to hide winces of disgust. Nat, however, found her sleepiness instantly vanishing; her head bounced up, and her eyes almost popped out of her head.
He even went so far as to say that, sometimes, sexual perversity leads to great spiritual insights. He quoted a passage from Nietzsche's 'Birth of Tragedy'. "Wisdom," he quoted, "and particularly Dionysian wisdom, is an unnatural abomination."
The other students continued the difficult task of trying to hide their distaste at the prof's defence of consensual incest, but Nat was fascinated.
"Oedipus solved the riddle of the Sphinx, a monster, part woman, part lion with wings," he went on. "An unnatural abomination herself. Her riddle is actually ridiculously easy to solve--man is the animal that crawls on four legs in the morning of his life, his infancy; he walks on two legs during his noontime maturity; and he hobbles with a third leg, a cane, during the evening of his old age. But the notion of the riddle's being hard to solve isn't meant to be taken literally; for in the ancient world of the myth's creation, people expressed themselves in metaphor and allegory. The riddle, easy as it may be to solve actually, symbolizes the notion of deep, unsolvable mysteries; and Oedipus knows those mysteries. He also kills his father, marries his mother and gets her pregnant, having three children/siblings by her. Extreme mystical insight dissolves into its opposite, extreme abomination. Now I say to you, it can go the other way around, too."
Nat, one who regularly meditated, had always wanted to be spiritual, but she hated religious restrictions on sexuality. When having sex with her many men over the years, she'd tried turning the love-making into a kind of meditation, a yogic form of sex. The men were never willing to do that with her, though, hence her being disappointed with them. Now Nat wondered: was this prof showing her something she'd always wanted to find, a way to be sexual and spiritual at the same time, a kind of 'sacred sinning'? She went home that evening and thought about it.
In white lace underwear that night and sitting on her bed in the lotus posture, she meditated on how Eastern mysticism often dealt with the reconciling of opposites: yin and yang, self and other, body and spirit, et cetera. Could she attain nirvana through perversion, and in the process, help her moping father out of his sorrow and loneliness by having her as a lover?
She was convinced that she could. With that, her normal joie de vivre was restored, and having finished a half-hour meditation, she left her room and went downstairs after hearing her snoring dad in his bedroom.
She went into the living room on the way to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she passed by their desktop computer, she accidentally tapped the mouse with her swaying hand. The monitor lit up: he'd forgotten to turn the computer off before going to bed.
She noticed a large number of opened windows, all JPEG photos, along the bottom of the screen. She clicked on one of them--it was a pornographic picture of a young woman in pigtails, naked, and bent over with her ass pointed at the camera, her asshole and pussy gloriously displayed.
Hey, Nat thought, Dad's into porn. Not the saint he seems to be. Now I can find out what he's into sexually, and use it to help me seduce him.
She got a notepad and a pencil from her bedroom, and began taking notes as she went through all the other pictures.
She quickly noticed a group of consistently recurring sexual interests. After watching POV videos of women doing oral on men and receiving facials, she said, "Oh, Dad, wait till you find out what your daughter can do with her mouth." Then she watched a POV video of a woman receiving anal. "I can do that," she whispered. "If he wants to put it in my stink-hole, no problem." There were also pictures and video of public nudity and of girls caught on the toilet. "Oh, come on, show me something difficult." After seeing lots of pictures of women showing off their assholes as often as--if not more often than--their pussies, she said, "Wow, he's really into anal: better buy lots of lube." Another thing she noticed: almost all the women in the pictures and video had their hair in pigtails, and posed or behaved in the attitude of little girls.
As Nat saw more and more of these 'little girl' women, she began to get worried. Please, Dad, she thought, Don't be a sicko pedophile. She was relieved to learn, however, that all the models in the pics and video were at least 18 years old. "Whew," she sighed.
She left the computer, carefully replacing the pics as Gabe had left them so as not to make him suspect she'd seen them. Then she took her notepad up with her, back into her bedroom, reviewed her notes, and began planning her seduction of her father. About ten minutes later, she went to bed.
The next morning, she woke up and meditated on her bed, remembering that Yogic sex is best when one has attained a high level of spirituality. After meditating for a half hour, she took off her underwear, left her bedroom door ajar, turned the light on, and stood naked by her dresser with her back to the door.
As she waited for him to come out of his bedroom (she could hear him moving around in there), she put her hair in pigtails. Gabe, fully dressed for work, came out into the hall, walked by her door, and stopped to look at her.
Seeing him in her dresser mirror's reflection, but pretending not to know he was watching, she spread her legs as wide as she could get them, and bent over so her asshole and pussy were showing. She stayed in that position, never letting on that she knew he was watching, for a minute or so, so he could get a good look.
