Pleasures Of Incest - 3 Chapter 03

My name is Joycelyn, but everyone calls me Joy. This is the story of how my Dad and I became lovers. If anyone had told me that I would be having sex with him, I would have told them they were crazy. It isn’t that I would have been repulsed by the idea, it just never entered my thoughts.

Mom passed away and left us when I was a junior high school. She was 40 year old then. Mom had heart problem since she was twelve years old. I came home from school that day in late March and found Dad sitting in the living room looking like his world had collapsed. When I asked what was wrong, he merely handed me the note that he had been reading. It was very short.

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Shawn,

I’ve left this world without regards. Both of you are the ones I loved and treasured most. Both of you are my pillars for why I had survived for over the years. Our marriage is a sacred and I had been very happy for the past long years. Honey, I never regrets marrying you and I fully thank you for the financial supports on my cancer but God didn’t forbid me to stay on any longer. Its time for me to go. But I’m hoping both you and Joy carry on with your life for now and hold on to each other, either for high or low. Although busy, don’t neglect times to spend together. Tell Joy, I’m sorry and I loved her very much. She was my precious baby. I’ll look upon you from high above the sky.

“Love you always, forever in my heart”.

Beth.

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Dad found this letter in mom’s closet among her folded clothes. I guess dad was sad again and going through mom’s things to make him happy. Dad and I survived without mom. I graduated and then I started at Collin’s College for a pre-law program. I was still living at home. I didn’t want to leave dad all alone, he had taken it real hard when mom left us. They had been married for over twenty 20 years when she left. Dad’s only 42 and a nice looking guy. He’s about 5’11” and in good shape. I told him to get a date, go out and live a life for himself but he didn’t want to. He was single again. I told him I wouldn’t mind if he brought someone home.. just let me know and I would stay over at Betty’s place to give him some privacy. But, he said, “No, he wasn’t sure he knew how to date again, it had been too long. Furthermore, he only wants to date ‘mom’. So he’d just stay home and watch TV”.

On New Year’s eve, I bought four large bottles of champagne, two pink and two white. I was determined to liven things up. I rarely drink, even wine, so I didn’t realize how much champagne I had purchased for just two people. That evening after a late dinner, I went upstairs and showered. I guess subconsciously, I may have wanted to turn dad on because I put on my sheer baby doll outfit rather than my normal long nightgown. I remember admiring myself in the mirror. At 5’8″ and a 34-26-35 figure, auburn hair and hazel eyes with a greenish tint to them, I thought I looked pretty good just like mom. My only complaint was my small breasts. I always wished they were larger. I put on my robe and headed downstairs to welcome in the New Year with dad.

He had a fire going in the den and was sitting on the sofa with his feet up on the coffee table watching TV again. It was 10:30pm, so we had an hour and a half before the countdown in Times Square. I worked the cork loose on the bottle and as it popped free yelled, “Happy New Year! Let’s do a little celebrating!”

Dad was startled but then laughed as I poured the champagne for us. I sat down by him and we talked about anything and everything. I don’t know how many glasses of champagne I had but we went through that first bottle very quickly. I know, he was more relaxed and loosen now than he had been past one year. I was definitely beginning to feel the champagne when I got up and went to get another bottle.

I let him open the second bottle while I put some CD’s on and muted the TV. Since I had a strobe light display that pulsed to the music hooked up to the stereo, I turned the overhead lights off. It was so warm with the fire going that I took off my robe and sat back down, cuddling up to him as he put his arm around me. My left hand was resting lightly on top his thigh. We talked and had a couple more glasses of champagne. When a nice slow song came on, I pulled dad up and said, “Let’s dance. Dance with me. It’s New Year’s Eve. Anyway, mom would wants us to be happy too.” At first he said no but I insisted and he gave in.

I finally got him to hold me close and dance the way you’re suppose to on a slow dance. When I pulled him even closer and laid my head on his shoulder I found out why he had been holding me off… he had an erection, a big one. I could feel it pressing against my abdomen. It may have been all the champagne, but when I realized what was pressing against me. I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my pubic area and felt my p*ssy becoming moist. He tried to pull away but I held him tighter and pressed against him, enjoying the feel of his hard erection against me and the knowledge that I was causing it.

I’m no puritan. I loss my virginity when I was 16 but I haven’t had that many boyfriends that I have made love with, only two in four years. Neither of them had ever turned me on like the way my dad was getting to me. At that moment, I noticed on the TV that the countdown had started to descend.

“Daddy, it’s the New Year.” I whispered, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. As we kissed, I parted my lips and gently probed his closed lips with my tongue. I thought dad wasn’t going to respond, he then hugged me tightly and opened his lips. I thrust my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could and pressed my hips against him, grinding my pelvis against his hard c*ck. Dad kissed me back, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, playing with my tongue. I could feel my p*ssy beginning to react, becoming wet, aching to be touched.

Finally we broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. He looked at me and said, “Joy, we can’t… we shouldn’t be doing this. It isn’t right between us.”

I just continued to hold him tight and told him, “Daddy, I’m not some kid you’re taking advantage of… I’ll be twenty next month… I’m a grown woman. I know what we’re doing and I know what I want… I want you.” I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him as deeply as I could. Taking his hand, I guided it up under my top and placed it on my bare breast. I moaned softly as his hand massaged my breast, rubbing my erect nipple against the palm of his hand. I had never felt such an intense sensation in my vulva and my v**gina before as I pressed against him… an ache, a deep desire, to feel him touch me, to feel him in me.

I fumbled with his belt and loosen his trousers letting them fall around his ankles. I pushed his briefs down freeing his c*ck. Taking his warm hard c*ck in my hand, I was amazed at its size. Dad isn’t a large man physically, but his rigid c*ck was bigger and longer than either of the other two c*cks I had seen before. Living together over the years, I had seen Dad naked before, but never with an erection. As dad lifted my top over my head, I sank down on my knees. And grasping his prick in my hand, I kissed it, licking its large plump head gently and then slipped it between my lips deep into my mouth. I heard dad moan and felt him grip my head as he began to slowly pump his prick into my mouth, fucking it gently like it was a p*ssy with a tongue in it caressing his large c*ck.

He was being careful not push himself too deep into throat, but I wanted it even deeper. I pushed forward feeling the large head pressing against my throat… I paused, let my self relax, and felt the large head of his c*ck slip down into my throat. God, it was tight. Daddy moaned, “Oh damn it Joy, if you keep on I’m going to cum.”

I had to slip my mouth back off his c*ck… I couldn’t hold it in my throat very long. I looked up at him and told him, “I want you to cum. I want to you to cum in my mouth. Fuck my mouth… fuck it like it’s a p*ssy.”

I looked at his c*ck and there was a large drop of pre-cum getting ready to drip from it… I quickly caught it with my tongue. I was surprised at how sweet it tasted. I put my hands behind his thighs and pulled him to me taking his rigid c*ck deep into my mouth. Dad held my head between his hands and began to stroke his c*ck into my mouth. After a minute or so I felt his legs tremble. I sucked even harder and moving one hand to his large sac, began to gently squeeze and massage his balls. With a loud groan he pushed his c*ck deep into my throat and literally erupted.