Whenever my daughter had a boo-boo, her mother and I always gave it a quick kiss and told her that “kisses will make it all better.”
It didn’t always help to make the pain go away but our parents said it to us, and we said it to our child to get her mind off the hurt. As she got older, it became a comforting thing and she would come to us and hold out the injured appendage and say, “Kisses make it all better?”
Even though our daughter was growing up and knew better, it stayed a thing with the family. From a stubbed toe to a bump on the head or even a hit to the funny bone, whoever was the injured party would approach another member and ask for the magical elixir of “kisses to make the hurt go away.”
One day, my daughter, who had turned sixteen a few months before, came home in tears. No parent wants to see their child upset and it tore my heart out to see her in such a state. Her mother was still at work, and I tried to find out what happened to upset my little girl, but she just brushed by me mumbling and sniffling, and went to her room.
I debated calling my wife to ask her advice. I’d dealt with skin knees and scraped elbows, things I could see and fix. But this had the feel of teenage emotions which were a learning curve for me that I hadn’t got a handle on yet. I’m not sure any father does. So, I sat in the den and turned on the TV, and waited to see if she would calm down enough so we could talk, and I could find out what had upset my daughter.
However, I’m no good at waiting or being patient. So, I grabbed my cell phone and texted her to say that I was here when she wanted to talk. Then, in the hopes of injecting some humor, I asked her who I needed to go rough up for making my little girl cry like that.
About ten minutes later, I heard the door open to her bedroom and her soft steps coming down the hall toward me. I played it cool and didn’t look up. Using the technique I once saw on a nature show about not making eye contact so as not to spook the wary animals.
She entered the den, came around, and sat on the couch next to me. Her shoulders were hunched, and I could still hear her sniffling a bit as she leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and slowly rubbed her opposite shoulder and continued to wait for her to speak and tell me what had happened.
We stayed like that, just cuddling, for about half an hour before she finally spoke, but in a soft voice.
“What was that sweetie? I couldn’t hear you.” I asked her. She was talking into my shoulder.
She looked up at me and said more clearly, “My boyfriend broke up with me today.”
I was shocked as I hadn’t even realized she was dating anyone. Then I was angry at this little punk who hurt my little girl. Then I was amazed at the last thought that flicked through my mind which was, ‘How far had they gone physically?’
My daughter was still staring up at me with those wet, shiny and, I realized, beautiful eyes. Very much like her mother’s. She was waiting for a response from me, but I wasn’t sure what to say to this revelation. I fell back on being the stupid Dad.
“Kisses make everything better, sweetie.” And I leaned towards her and kissed her forehead.
She looked up at me incredulously, rolled her eyes at me, and fell so her head landed in my lap. Her crying resumed but only lightly. I heard her say, quietly, “Not this time, Daddy.”
I started to rub her back and moved to her hair, lightly stroking it and trying to soothe her. I couldn’t believe what she said. Kisses had solved everything forever.
Eventually, she stopped sobbing and I think she fell asleep. I went back to watching TV but also continued to slowly rub my daughter’s body in a soothing manner only.
About an hour later, the phone rang, and it was my wife telling me that she was going to be late and that we should have dinner without her. That’s what she was saying but not what I was hearing.
When the phone rang, it startled my daughter and her whole body startled. Her head popped up and then fell back down, except it landed right on my groin. I had the phone to my ear, and I was trying not to scream into it, so I was kind of mumbling to my wife that I heard what she was saying.
My daughter, groggily started to realize what had happened and had jumped up and was trying to ask me questions but I was motioning for her to wait till I hung up.
As I was grunting to the phone my daughter instinctually reached down and started to rub my crotch, checking to see if anything was broken, I guess. Not that she had any idea how to solve it if it was.
Suddenly, I was in the most pain and instantly the most aroused I’d ever been. I’d never thought of my daughter in a sexual way. She was a young, beautiful woman and I adored her with every fiber of my being.
I knew the word Incest and I of course had heard and maybe even read a story or two about it, but I had never considered it. She was my little girl.
But suddenly, here we were, and her hands were rubbing my cock and balls to make sure her Daddy was okay.
The pain was subsiding, and I was simply stunned motionless at the sight of my daughter’s hands exploring my crotch. But suddenly, I was very aware that the t-shirt she was wearing was hanging down and giving me a view of my daughter’s bra-less tits.
‘When did my daughter get tits?’ I thought to myself. I then thought, ‘They are very pretty tits.’
My cock did a slight pulse and my daughter stopped moving her hands over me. In fact, she froze with her hands resting comfortably on my hardening penis.
She looked up at me and recognition passed over her face. The moment was suddenly locked in time. I think I might have groaned as her hands shifted weight on me. She assumed it was a groan of pain, it was anything but.
Still looking me right in the eye, she said, “Kisses make everything better, right?”
All I could do was give her a slight nod. She leaned over and put her lips on my hard cock and kissed it through my shorts. I groaned again and she shifted and gave it another kiss. This went on for a few moments until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Sweetie, I don’t think I’m getting the full benefit of those kisses. Do you think you might mind taking it out and kissing it right on the skin?” I couldn’t believe the words came out of my mouth.
There was so much love and lust pouring out of me that I was completely out of my mind. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to feel my little girl’s lips on the skin of my penis.
I waited, for what felt like an eternity in fear of freaking out my daughter, for an answer.
She looked up at me and without breaking eye contact, pulled my shorts down and popped the head of my cock into the air and without any hesitation leaned over and started sprinkling the naked head with kisses.
It twitched and bounced in response and the more it did, the more she kissed.
She pulled my shorts all the way down my legs and then sat on them and trapped me there. Her fingers started to maneuver my shaft around so she could get access to my full erection. Her lips covered every spot of my naked cock and my balls, which her mother tended to ignore.
My fingers were locked onto her head, and I was running them through her silky hair but also slightly shifting her mouth to different spots on my cock.
There was a part of my brain that was screaming at me that this was my daughter kissing my naked cock and that Incest was wrong. Not to mention what would happen if her mother suddenly walked in the door and saw what was happening.
Then two things happened.
First, I suddenly remembered that my wife said she’d be at the office for at least two more hours.
(And who was I kidding? I was a man in his late forties who was currently having his cock played with by a sixteen-year-old. I wasn’t going to last even a half hour, let alone two.)
Second, my daughter licked her lips which caused her tongue to contact my skin. The feeling was electric and sent a jolt of pleasure right from my front straight back to my ass and made my sphincter pucker and my hips arch making my penis rub along her tongue prolonging the contact as long as possible.
(My brain recalculated at this point and figured it wasn’t going to last ten minutes if this kept going.)
The feeling subsided and no new feelings began, and I realized my eyes were closed, which was crazy because why would any man not want to see every moment of his daughter playing with the tool that helped make her.
When I felt nothing, I forced my eyes open and looked down at my girl. She was staring up at me with a look of concern on her face.
“Daddy, did I hurt you again? Are you okay? Where do I need to kiss to make it better?”
At that moment my rational, responsible, fatherly side came in kicking and screaming and I moved my hands to my daughter’s shoulders and gave her a slight lift, trying to get her face away from my penis.
She resisted a bit but relented and let herself be shifted.
I lifted her up and slid her body along mine until she was laid out along the length, her head resting on my chest. I thought this would stop the new feelings and allow me to get some clarity on this crazy situation.
When she had gone to her room earlier, she had changed into a long T-shirt and only had her panties on underneath. So, when I slid her body up, her shirt lifted, and instead of safe and comfortable and able to think, I suddenly felt my naked cock brushing and rubbing and nestling against my own daughter’s bare stomach.
Her skin was so soft and warm and every time she breathed out or shifted, my cock was stimulated, and I couldn’t help but tense it and make it jump, pressing more against her body.
“I’m sorry sweetie. I’m so sorry. This should never have happened. Dads and daughters shouldn’t touch each other this way. I’m sorry, honey. It’s just, the pain was so bad and then with your hands rubbing me, the pleasure was so good, my guy brain took over. We need to stop. It’s not right. I’m sorry…”
I was hugging her, and my nose was buried in her hair, and she smelled so clean and fresh. She was the world to me, and the guilt was starting to peak.
She pulled away from me and her hands reached up and took my face in between them and she stared right into my eyes.
“Stop that right now, Daddy. It’s not your fault. I’m not upset about it, and I’m not damaged by it or scarred over it. In fact, that’s kind of why my boyfriend broke up with me. We’d been together a while now and every time we’d get hot and heavy kissing, he’d try and make me touch his penis. I know that’s what guys want and it’s a natural reaction when guys get excited.”
She saw the question roll over my face.
“I’ve seen videos on the internet, Daddy. You can’t search for anything today without it being related to sex of some sort.”
She watched the look of relief cross my expression.
“But every time we got into it, regardless of where we were, he was trying to get me to rub him there. I think he was a bit frustrated. I don’t blame him really. That’s why he broke up with me. He said it was because of other things but I know that’s why. And the truth of it is, I couldn’t tell him the real reason why I wouldn’t rub him.”
Here she paused and dropped her eyes from his.
I waited and the pause got longer. So, I coaxed her a bit. “Honey, what was the real reason? It’s okay, you can tell me anything. I’m always here for you.” At this, I rubbed her back a bit.
She sighed a big sigh, and this only served as a reminder that my penis was bare and nestled against my daughter’s bare belly.
Her head raised and her eyes locked on her father’s.
“The truth is, I love you so much, Daddy. You have always been the best man for me. The only man for me. I never thought of you in this way before today. But I always felt I was cheating on you when I was kissing that boy. I always worried about what you would think of me. But then today, when I thought I hurt you and found my hands rubbing you and then felt your penis get bigger under my fingers…I don’t know what happened. Something inside of me just clicked and I realized that the real reason I never wanted to fool around with my boyfriend is because I’ll always be yours.”
She let that sink in.
“Then, when I felt the warmth of your naked penis and how it got harder under my hands, I couldn’t resist, I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to kiss it and touch it and just engulf it and make it a part of me. I still do, Daddy. I can feel it twitching against my tummy and it’s taking everything I have, to not go back down and start licking and sucking and yes, kissing your penis. Because, kissing always makes everything better, right?”
“Please, Daddy. Please let me kiss you again, down there, where I hurt you. I can’t bear to think that I didn’t make it all better.”
I looked into my daughter’s pleading face and realized that I loved her unconditionally. I would do anything for her.
It wasn’t the same as how I loved my wife, which I did, so much.
I realized, here was my daughter. A life I brought into the world, and she wanted to share her body that I helped create.
I knew it was socially wrong, but it also felt incredibly right. I smiled at my little girl and gave a slight nod and a smile. “Okay, baby. Do whatever you want to. Kiss Daddy, make it all better.”
She arched up first and planted a deep kiss on my lips. Her tongue licked my mouth. I found myself responding in more ways than one. She slid down my body, her tongue went down my chin, and licked over my chest. As her body moved down mine, her shirt rose, and I felt my cock slide up her stomach and brush through her blossoming young tits.
I didn’t have time to fully enjoy or appreciate that moment as her mouth and hands were suddenly all over my hardening shaft.
I watched as she kissed and licked and rubbed her face all over my shaft like she couldn’t ever get enough of it.
The feelings were incredible, and the sight of my cock being adored by the face of my daughter was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.
Like any guy, I’d seen my fair share of porn. But nothing held a candle to the image of my bare-naked member being attacked by my own child. I never wanted it to end. I’d never thought it would have started, but now I wanted it to last forever.
My hands reached out to steady my little girl, to slow her down.
She wasn’t going to be denied though. She wasn’t about to stop. She shrugged my hands off her. Her lips kissed all over her father’s penis. She grabbed it and rubbed it and kissed it and even started to lick it.
It tasted salty. The feeling of it pulsing in her fingers, against her lips, her cheeks, her neck. She never wanted to let it go.
At that moment, she pulled back from it for a moment and watched as it twitched and moved as if it was trying to find its way back to the warmth of her face and mouth.
Then, she leaned back in, opened her mouth, and took her father’s cock inside of her. The pulsating feel of her Daddy’s cock on her tongue was almost too much to take.
She felt whole and complete for the first time in her life. It was like she had been born to have this piece of flesh resting between her lips and in her mouth. She tried to push her head down further to get her new prize deeper inside of her.
Her hands gave a bit of a tug on it, and she felt her dad’s hands on her head giving a slight push down. Her father’s hips were bucking up as well. They were both trying to get his cock as deep inside of her as possible.
I couldn’t believe that this was happening. My cock was buried deep in my daughter’s mouth. The sight was incredible, amazing, not to mention sexy as Hell.
My hips were moving of their own accord. I was fucking my own little girl’s mouth and she was taking most of my shaft. It seemed like this had been going on forever…
