This isn't a true story but I sort of wish it was – know what I mean.
This is my story and I still can't believe this happened. I feel something between guilt and exhilaration.
I was married very young to a slightly order women who met the world to me. My wonderful wife brought with her to the marriage her daughter Chelsea. When we married Chelsea was 7 years old and generally a happy kid. Unfortunately for both of us, Melissa, my wife was taken from us by a drunk driver 5 years after we were married. This sudden loss in both of our lives was devastating to say the least and we both felt abandoned. Chelsea and myself found each other and through love we carried on with our lives. Very soon after the accident, it became very clear Chelsea's biological father didn't want anything to do with her as well and fell off the earth never to be seen again. We were on our own but that was okay.
About a year after Melissa was gone I realized I had became very lonely and decided to date again. Being a man, I told myself I had specific physical needs and wanted to fill them. I brought home a very nice woman named Angela who I knew from work to meet Chelsea after we had been dating for a while. As soon as my daughter saw her she freaked out and became very upset. It was a very bad moment for us and after Angela left the very next day my daughter and myself began counseling so she could deal with her loss. Speaking with the doctor I found because of my wife's sudden death, and the fact her "real" father was a piece of shit she had severe abandonment issues. Based on this I decided to keep Chelsea in counseling and not see anyone for a while – I needed to devote my free time to my sad child.
As time went on days turned into month and then into years as I fell out of the dating scene. When my wife was alive and even before she met me she instilled into Chelsea, her body wasn't a dirty thing and was something beautiful for it wasn't something to be ashamed of. My wife and Chelsea would swim and walk around the house half naked or nude most of the time and never thought a minute about it. When I came into the picture I express my concern about a young girl being naked most of the time but my objections fell on deaf ears. This was how my wife wanted to raise her daughter so who was I to interfere? I learned early on in this marriage to pick your battles.
So even when Melissa was gone I allowed Chelsea to continue this and when I saw her I just quietly excused myself from the room or pool. Chelsea never asked me to undress for her and I never offered. We had a trust and this was something I wouldn't break.
Well, reality set in and while she was young there wasn't a problem. It was when Chelsea turned 18 I began sneaking peeks at her. Chelsea was what you call a late bloomer and she didn't start developing into a woman until then. She had grown from a short fat kid to a tall, thin beautiful woman. Chelsea has long blonde hair and the most smoking hot body – perky breasts and one of the best asses I have ever seen. Chelsea would most girls in Playboy to shame.
I now had a problem. Chelsea walked around the house mostly naked and again once in awhile completely nude which was slowly driving me crazy. I missed the wild sex my wife and me had for my hand was getting very old. I didn't want to hire an escort or get a hooker so I just jacked off a lot thinking about my wife and yes, sometimes even Chelsea. I don't know how it happened. One night I was laying in my bed tickling my balls and rubbing the precum over the head of my dick, dreaming it was Melissa licking me when suddenly Chelsea came into my mind. My cock, which was slowly getting hard quickly, became harder then it had become in a very long time. Letting my mind take me to where it wanted to go I dreamed of my beautiful daughter touching me, rubbing my cock – feeling the length between her fingers, I stoked my dick harder, my passion burning off me. As I dreamed, Chelsea's took her perfect breasts and rubbed them over my face telling she wanted me to cum, I swear I could almost feel her hard nipple slip between my hungry teeth. Taking her breast from my mouth, she slowly reach licked down my chest, her tongue leaving a trail of salvia down to my waiting cock and touched the head of my member – I could feel her hot breath as she breathed in my musk. Suddenly, my throbbing cock brushing against her lips and felt the hot warmth of her mouth I unexpectedly and without warning shot my load over my chest. Calming down and rubbing my cum into my skin, I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.
