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Should Have Listened To My Mother
by TheNewHorizon (thenewhorizon@gmail.com)

***

This is a story about a young teenage girl who is 
determined to find her long lost father despite her 
mother constantly warnings. She ends up learning the 
hard way. (M/f-teen, ped, nc, rp, inc, preg)

***

I should have listened to my mother... as I look back 
on the events that happened to me that is all I can 
tell myself. I didn't listen to her and as a result my 
life has been turned upside down.

Let me start from the beginning, my name is Julie and I 
am a 16 year old girl living with my mother in a 
typical suburban part of the city. My mother is the 
only parent I have ever known, my father has never been 
around ever. Initially she used to tell me he was dead 
but as I grew older I realized she wasn't speaking of 
him in the past tense so eventually she admitted he was 
alive still but said he was a bad man.

Over time as I grew older I managed to dig out bits and 
pieces of information about my father from her. She 
always spoke so negatively of him saying he was a 
bastard, a terrible man, a rough disgusting man that 
had once raped her. That's how I was born according to 
her, I was a rape child.

Despite all this negative talk about my father there 
was part of me that didn't want to accept that he could 
possibly be as bad as she claimed he was. I began 
thinking she was just embellishing her stories of him 
because she had become so bitter and angry at him and 
men in general over the years.

One day I told my mother I was going to try and find my 
father and meet him. She completely freaked out on me 
yelling at me and crying and forbidding me to ever meet 
him. She said he would ruin my life if I ever met him, 
he does nothing but ruin peoples lives and to stay away 
from him no matter what because I was young and 
accomplishing so much that she didn't want me throwing 
it all away.

She was mainly referring to my swimming, I was part of 
a swim team and completed in many competitions and was 
really starting to excel at it. Being a young girl with 
a nice slim skinny body I was perfect for it. Everyone 
always adored me too saying I was the cutest girl on 
the team, being blond, blued eyed and had some decent 
sized breasts definitely helps in that department.

I was still too curious about my father, having no male 
role model in my life I felt I should seek him out and 
at the very least get his side of the story about him 
and my mother. Even though it was the very early days 
of the internet I was still able to track him down and 
even find a photo of him when he was younger. 
Apparently it was true, he was accused of raping my 
mother but the charges were later dropped for lack of 
evidence.

I was still determined to meet my father despite 
whatever my mother said, my father lived about 2 hours 
away in a smaller town. I bought myself a bus ticket 
and would head out there Friday afternoon. I cooked up 
some big lie to my mother telling her I was going to my 
friend's cottage for the weekend. Luckily she didn't 
question it, I had done this before so it wasn't 
unusual.

On the bus I was so excited, I was finally going to 
meet my real father, my face was constantly smiling the 
entire way there. Once I arrived at the small town I 
managed to find his address, it was a small house in a 
rundown area, the whole area looked pretty red-neck. 
Unfortunately he wasn't home so I went back to the main 
street.

Asking around some people told me he usually hangs 
around one of the local bars and pointed me in the 
right direction. When I found the bar I was reluctant 
to go any further, it looked trashy and rundown, looked 
like a rough place to hang out in definitely not the 
kind of place for a petite 16 year old girl to walk 
into. This bar reflected the town overall, a town that 
had fallen on hard times and lost its way.

I told myself I had come this far it would be stupid to 
turn back now and give up so I sucked it up and walked 
in. The bar was a dirty disgusting place, all the men 
were middle aged, over weight and rough and scummy in 
appearance. Of course they all hollered and whistled as 
I entered the place. The bartender saw this and came up 
to me quickly asking if I was sure I was in the right 
place. I told him my father's name and that I was 
looking for him.

He pointed to a man in the back of the bar drinking 
alone and smoking a cigarette. As I walked across the 
bar I could feel all the dirty old men eyeing me up and 
down mentally undressing me. It was a hot summer day so 
I was wearing a short skirt (but not too short) and a 
nice tank top that showed off my figure nicely.

As I walked up to my father I could see him also eyeing 
me up and down just like all the other men, it was 
obvious he did not recognize his own daughter. Before I 
could even say a word to him he said rudely, "Hey baby 
have you come to give me a lap dance, I ain't paying 
for it though." My father looked much like that younger 
picture of him except he had aged badly and looked like 
a rough red neck, I was taken back a bit by his 
rudeness and brutal appearance.

I asked him his name, he told me his name was Ron but 
asked why I wanted to know. I finally sat down and told 
him I was his daughter and told him about my mother. 
The whole time he just continued to gawk me up and down 
like a teenage boy seeing a naked girl for the first 
time, the only thing he could utter to me was, "Well, 
ain't that so...."

I was getting nervous now; I realized this wasn't the 
man I had pictured in my mind. This man looked closer 
to what my mother had described of him but I still 
wanted to give him a chance though. I had a million 
questions for him but him seemed uninterested in 
answering them all there with all his bar buddies 
watching over. He suggested we go into another room in 
the bar. He took my arm and led me into some Staff/VIP 
area.

I was getting scared because I didn't know where he was 
taking me but he reassured me everything was fine. The 
room was much quieter and empty, it had some couches, 
was messy with beer bottles every where, left over drug 
residue on the tables. Obviously this was a drug room 
where people came into either do their drugs or deal 
them.

He sat close beside me on the couch and started to tell 
me about his past, about how he met my mother and what 
the times were like back then. As he was telling his 
story he placed one of his hands on my knee, I didn't 
think much of it at first but very slowly as the story 
went on his hand started to drift lower down my thigh.

I was uncomfortable with what he was doing but at the 
same time I wanted to hear more of his story so I tried 
to ignore it the best I could and shifted my position a 
few times to discourage him. Finally he settled his 
hand half way on my thigh which I allowed him to leave 
it there as a compromise, he did however begin to 
gently massage my thigh which made me nervous but felt 
good.

We went on to explain that he knew my mother for 
several months and had been hanging around her friends 
for some time then one night all of them had been drunk 
and he started making out with my mother. Things got 
more hot and heavy but once he had pulled out his dick 
she got scared and didn't want to have sex with him. He 
was drunk and young at the time and didn't care so he 
held her down and proceeded to have sex with her 
anyways.

She tried charging him but since they were all drunk 
there was no reliable witnesses and they didn't have 
proper DNA evidence back then so he got off easy. As he 
was finishing up his story he again moved his hand up 
my thigh so that it was resting just below my pussy, he 
was slowly massaging my inner thigh.

I was trying to shift my position again to get him to 
move his hand but he wasn't budging this time so 
reluctantly I let him keep his hand that high up on me. 
He finished up his story by saying he had heard she 
later got pregnant and ended up having his child but 
after that he never heard a single thing about either 
of them until now.

It was at this point he shifted his hand suddenly and 
cupped my panty covered pussy and reached over and 
kissed me open mouth shoving his tongue in my mouth. I 
was shocked by his boldness, I couldn't believe any 
father would do such a thing to their daughter. I 
started to freak and tried pushing him off of me. I 
managed to free myself partially to yell out "What the 
fuck are you doing? I am your daughter for christ 
sakes! Stop it!"

I could see the lust and evil in his eyes when he 
yelled back "I don't care you slut, I made you, I 
created you, if it wasn't for me you wouldn't even be 
alive! Your mine and I can do whatever I please with 
you!"

My mother was right; it was a huge mistake to come 
visit my father. He was an evil, disgusting man, I knew 
it now but was so blind to it before. I watched 
helplessly as he knocked me down across the couch, he 
flipped up my skirt over my stomach and grabbed with 
both of his hands my panties and yanked them off 
effortlessly. I continued to yell and scream but being 
back in this private room there was nobody to hear me 
not that anyone would have cared.

I was crying uncontrollably now awaiting the 
inevitable, my father was unbuckling his pants and I 
came to the realization that my own father was going to 
rape me. I was not a virgin but I was inexperienced 
only had sex once a year earlier at a house party. It 
was a mistake then just as this was equally a bad 
mistake.

Unable to control the situation she watched in shame as 
her father roughly repositioned her and lined up his 
hard old dick at her entrance. My father laughed 
looking at me helpless, before entering me he smirked 
and said "Here it comes baby, Daddy's home now."

Her father started inserting his large cock into her 
pussy, luckily she wasn't totally dry because her 
father massaging her thigh earlier had made her a 
little bit damp down there. He just remarked as his 
cock started to slide in a little, "See baby, I knew 
you were a slut; you're already wet for daddy."

Every word from him cut through my heart, I was wrong 
to think he might not have been as bad as my mother had 
told me all these years, she was right all along. Too 
late now though, I could feel my father's cock 
penetrating me now sliding the rest of the way into my 
tight box as he started to thrust in and out of me. 
This was it, I was being fucked my own father 
unprotected and I had just met him 30 minutes ago.

I just laid there still continuing to cry as he 
continued to rape me. After he had been fucking me at a 
good tempo for a while he reached under my shirt and 
bra and started squeezing my breasts.

He was now pounding into me hard, I was feeling 
pleasure from his assault on me but didn't want to 
admit it. How was it possible for me to feel pleasure 
from this rape her own father was giving her.

My father's strokes were now harder and shorter, I knew 
he was getting close to cumming but there was nothing I 
could do about it. Suddenly he stopped deep in me and 
roared a loud noise as he began to start ejaculating 
into me, his daughter. I felt spurt after spurt of warm 
fluid enter my pussy completely filling me. My first 
ever load of cum deposited in me, I felt great shame.

As my father had finished cumming in me unprotected he 
collapsed on top of me on the couch and he proceeded to 
force his tongue down my throat again. Once he started 
to get soft he pulled out of me and started to pull up 
his pants again.

I just laid their on the couch still crying, frozen 
unable to believe what just happened. How could things 
have gone so bad so quickly in under an hour. I went 
from being extremely happy to finally meeting my dad to 
detesting him with the same kind of hate my mother has 
for him. Yet here I was, I put myself into this 
situation needlessly if I had only listened to my 
mother I wouldn't be laying her with my father's cum 
dripping out of me.

My father picked up my panties and threw them in my 
face ordering me to put them back on and to follow him 
out of here. He announced he was going to take me to 
his home and show me around and he wouldn't take no for 
an answer. I was stuck and I knew it, I had no chance 
to escape him right now so I had to go along with it.

Reluctantly I pulled up my panties again over my still 
cum filled pussy partially trapping his potent sperm in 
me. My panties immediately became soaked and his sperm 
slowly started to oozed out of my sides down my legs.

I straightened up my shirt and skirt and he lead me out 
the back door of the club to his pickup truck. There 
was still no way I could run and escape so for now I 
had to just go along with it for now.

When we arrived at his home I was less than impressed 
with the inside of the place. Almost no furniture other 
then a dirty couch, an old shitty TV and the place was 
generally a huge mess with beer bottles and old rotting 
pizza lying about. He even showed me his bedroom which 
consisted of a dirty mattress on the ground, no box 
spring or frame, just a dirty mattress on the ground 
not even sheets on it and all his clothes scattered 
about on the ground since he had no dresser or cabinet.

He told me that I will sleep here with him tonight. 
When he said that I gulped and was very scared. He had 
already raped me, what else did he have in mind for me? 
It was now the evening so he took me outside in his 
rundown back yard, tons of garbage scattered about and 
rusted out car was littering the yard. Even though it 
was now the evening and cooler outside he told me it 
was too hot to be wearing my shirt and skirt and told 
me to just strip down to my bra and panties. I was too 
afraid to disobey him so just did as he said.

As my father was BBQing on his grill one of his 
neighbors came over to say hello. I almost died of 
embarrassment, this old fat hillbilly man could see me 
practically naked. The worse part was that you could 
very obviously see my panties were stained with cum and 
dried cum down my legs was clearly visible. He just 
smiled and asked who I was, my father just smiled and 
said, "Some runaway slut from the big city."

After my father said that I guess it gave him an idea, 
he then asked my friend if he wanted a free BJ to cover 
a football bet he owed him from before. The hillbilly 
thought about it looking me up and down and agreed. I 
had a terrible feeling was all tensed up on the verge 
of crying again, I had never given a blow job before in 
my life. All I could go by was what my girlfriends had 
told me and what I had seen on a few porno videos she 
had seen at her friend’s house.

The fat old man sat down in a lawn chair and unbuckled 
his pants and pulled out his already hard penis, this 
dick was much smaller then my father's but still fairly 
wide. I was very reluctant to walk over to him but my 
father stared at me and ordered me to take care of him. 
I had no choice yet again and had to obey him so here I 
was about to give my first blow job to some old fat 
disgusting hillbilly man.

I slowly bent down on to my knees in front of him as he 
spread his legs for me, I could see the smile on his 
face as I grabbed his dick and started to jerk it a few 
times. He was getting impatient with me so he grabbed 
the back of my head and forcefully lowered my mouth on 
to his dick. As I started to suck on his cock which 
tasted disgusting he relaxed more.

Sadly here I was performing oral sex on a disgusting 
old fat man and strangely enough I was pretty good at 
it having figured it out fairly easily, I was sucking 
him off as fast as I could to try and get it over as 
fast as possible, the man seemed to approve of my 
skills judging by his moaning and after only a few 
minutes he tensed up and I could feel my mouth suddenly 
flood with his warm fluid. I had never tasted cum 
before in my life so I was unsure how it was supposed 
to taste like but I did not like it at all, it was 
salty and I hated the texture of it and as a result I 
started to gag but he held my mouth on him still and 
forced me to swallow most of it.

He started laughing along with my dad, calling me a 
nature cock sucker. As soon as I was done a few tears 
became to roll down my face as I fully came to terms 
with what I had just done. Where was my self-respect 
and pride? I knew it was slowly being killed off as I 
was submitting to my rapist father's will. Again I kept 
repeating in my head that I should have listened to my 
mother.

After we ate some burgers my father built a bon-fire 
outside in the backyard and he pulled out his beers. 
His neighbor friend hung around still and they 
proceeded to get drunk while he sat around the fire. 
After they had a beer or two he realized I wasn't 
drinking anything and insisted that I started drinking 
beer with them, he wouldn't take no for an answer.

I did not like the taste of beer but slowly forced 
myself to drink it. With my own friends we usually just 
drank coolers or rum and coke so I was not used to 
drinking any kind of beer. After I forced myself to 
drink 2 or 3 bottles I began to get used to the taste 
and before long I wasn't far behind my father and his 
friend having at least 8 or 9 beers. By this point we 
were all very drunk and it was getting late. His 
neighbor friend headed home and my father picked me up 
and carried me into the house sort of just like if I 
was his new wife and he was carrying me into our 
honeymoon room for the first time.

He carried me into his poor excuse for a bedroom and 
threw me down on his dirty mattress he called a bed. I 
was too drunk and no longer thinking straight any more, 
I knew he was going to fuck me again but there was 
nothing I could do to stop it so this time I was going 
to let him rape me again without trying to fight it, 
what was the point anyways?

I watched as he slowly stripped naked in front of me. 
This was the first real time I had been with a naked 
man before, even when I lost my virginity a year ago 
the boy didn't fully strip naked and had only took off 
his pants to fuck her but this time she was actually 
going to be with a naked man it was just unfortunate 
for her that it was her father.

Although her father was an old rough redneck no longer 
in great shape in her drunken haze she could see how he 
still did look somewhat attractive in manly sort of 
way. She could see now how her mother was interested in 
him initially but after years of this kind of life 
style it didn't treat him well, he had many scars and 
scratches probably from bar fights and god knows what 
else.

As her father looked at her standing naked above her he 
ordered me to remove my bra and panties. I did so 
without hesitation, I told myself I would submit to him 
tonight but tomorrow I had to escape from him and get 
back home no matter what. With his dick already 
hardened from the simple sight of my naked teenage body 
he instructed me to start sucking on his cock.

As I did with his friend I got on my knees and slowly 
lowered my head over his dick and began to suck on him. 
He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and began to 
face fuck me controlling the speed of the blow job 
himself. This was definitely a lot rougher for me and I 
could feel a single tear roll down my face.

After about two minutes he stopped and pulled his cock 
out of my mouth and joined me on the bed. My father 
proceeded to position me into the doggy style position 
and entered my cunt from behind. Shamefully my body 
subconsciously must have been enjoying this act of 
child abuse because my pussy was already wet and he 
slid his long dick into me with ease.

My father began thrusting in and out of me with force, 
he grabbed my hair and pulled back on it for support as 
he roughly fucked me from behind. I felt like a total 
slut, here was my drunk father brutally fucking me who 
was also drunk on a dirty mattress and worse I was 
feeling pleasure from it, tears rolled down from my 
eyes yet again not from pain but from the realization 
that I was moaning for him on every deep thrust into 
me. My father was treating me just like any other whore 
he would have picked up.

It was all my fault for putting myself in this 
position, how could I have been so stupid, it was all 
too late now though to second guess myself, my body 
already knew that and had betrayed me. My body was 
lusting for his cock yet my mind was filled with shame 
and sadness that her father was doing this to her.

We had been fucking now in this position for nearly 20 
minutes and my father grew tired of plowing into me 
from behind so he rolled over on to his back and pulled 
me over on top of him so that I was straddling him. I 
wasn't sure what to do so he helped guide his own cock 
into my pussy and pulled me down on him. I then slowly 
began to move myself up and down on him and began to 
ride my father just like I had seen in some porn videos 
before.

As I was rocking back and forth riding my father now at 
a good pace I could not bare to look at his face. I 
could only look away or close my eyes not wanting to 
admit what I was doing with my father. He on the other 
hand didn't care what I was looking at, all he knew was 
that a hot teenage girl that just happened to be his 
long lost daughter was bouncing up and down on his hard 
shaft. He played with my tits and smacked my ass 
repeatedly as I fucked him.

After several more minutes I started to feel something 
I have never felt before, I then realized I was 
starting to orgasm while fucking my father. No, no, no 
I thought I tried to hold back not wanting to orgasm 
with my father but it was no use my orgasm overtook my 
body and an overpowering wave of feeling shook my body 
as I came riding his cock.

My father realized what happened and laughed and said, 
"Now it’s my turn bitch, Daddy made you feel good now 
it’s my turn you slut." He rolled me over on to my back 
and got between my legs shoving his cock into me 
immediately. He was now thrusting in me extremely hard 
and quick, I didn't even realize it but my legs had 
instinctively locked around his hairy ass as he pumped 
into me now at an incredible pace.

The entire time fucking me in this position the end of 
his cock was continually hitting my cervix until 
finally on one of his hard thrusts he managed to push 
his cockhead past my cervix and he entered slightly 
direct into my womb, my father could sense this as well 
as he had stopped moving. This new feeling was too much 
for him pushing him over the top and he began to erupt 
again for the second time in me.

I remained still as I felt him spray his load of cum 
directly into my womb. He was groaning loud in my ear 
as he ejaculated in me. My father had just finished 
filling my tight cunt for the second time today. I then 
finally realized and was shocked to see my own legs 
wrapped around him keeping him in me, what a total slut 
I was, I thought.

After I unhooked my legs my father withdrew and rolled 
off me immediately falling asleep after this long fuck 
session we just had. All I could do was lay there on 
the dirty mattress and stare at the ceiling as my 
father's cum slowly drained out of me.

My mind began thinking things over again replaying 
everything over again in my head. This wasn't what I 
came here for at all, I was so wrong to doubt my mother 
and think my dad might have been not as bad as she made 
him sound. I had now found out the hard way the truth 
about my father, my mom was speaking the truth about 
him the whole time but I didn't want to believe her. 
Now as a result of my own stubbornness and stupidity my 
father had raped me and more shamefully she didn't even 
try to stop him the second time and even had an orgasm.

What was wrong with her, good girls don't fuck their 
fathers let alone have an orgasm as a result. She must 
be a slut, a whore, there was no other explanation for 
why she could feel pleasure from her father raping her.

I looked over at my now sleeping father, this was the 
true him. My father was a typical brutish redneck type 
of man, he cared little that I was his daughter. To him 
I was no different then some slut whore he would pay 
money to but since I was his daughter he used that to 
his advantage to rape me, I was so naive.

After lying in the bed for over an hour wide awake 
trying to come to terms what had just happened in the 
last 12 hours I finally got up and made my way to the 
bathroom. The bathroom looked to be one of the dirtiest 
rooms in the house, the toilet looked like it hadn't 
been cleaned in years. Very carefully I still managed 
to clean myself up.

I decided this was the only time I would have to escape 
while he was sleeping off his drunkenness. Luckily I 
had my purse with me with my money and ID but 
unfortunately my bag with my change of clothes was 
locked inside his truck still so I had no choice to put 
back on those cum stained panties and my skirt and top 
that I was wearing from before.

It was after 3am when I left my father's house and 
started to walk into town. Unknown to me my father's 
neighbor friend had still been awake and had noticed me 
looking into my dad's truck earlier when I tried to 
retrieve my clothes. He kept an eye on me and followed 
me down the dirt road.

He had quietly crept up behind me and when was close 
enough stuck out his leg forward to trip me. I fell 
immediately and I felt a man drag me slightly off the 
road into a small ditch. I was confused what was 
happening and trying to fight back and defend myself; I 
thought it was my father who had maybe realized I left 
and caught up with me. When I started screaming I felt 
a hand over my mouth then I finally saw a face come 
into view and realized it was my father's friend who I 
was forced to suck off earlier.

He told me to be quiet and he wasn't going to hurt me 
but he wanted to fuck me or else he was going to drag 
me back to my dad's place. I was more afraid what my 
father might do to me knowing I had taken off so I 
relaxed and agreed to what he wanted, the lesser of two 
evils. He pulled my panties to the side and pulled out 
his dick. I had expected him to fuck me unprotected as 
well but surprisingly he pulled out a condom.

He told me there was no way he was going to risk 
getting an STD from some city slut, saying I was a 
filthy whore and for all he knew I could have anything. 
I felt so degraded by the way he was branding me but 
said nothing to defend myself.

I watched him roll on the condom then he inserted his 
cock into me, I was already wet from the sex with my 
father so he slid into me easily. This old hillbilly 
was obviously no Casanova, after only 2 minutes of 
thrusting in and out of me he was ready to cum. Rather 
then ejaculate in the condom however he pulled out 
rolled off the condom and repositioned himself over my 
head, he started jacking him self off above my head 
then groaned as he started cumming over my face. Most 
of hit me in the forehead and hair, although some of 
his cum also hit me on my left eye.

After he was done he simply buckled up his pants and 
walked away not even saying another word, he just left 
me in the ditch with my face covered in his cum. I 
waited a minute before getting up, when I did he was no 
where to be seen. I covered up my pussy again and had 
only my shirt to dry off the cum on my face. I did what 
I could to remove the cum from my hair but without a 
mirror I couldn't tell if I had got it all and I ended 
up mashing a lot of into other parts of my hair which 
didn't help.

My shirt now had visible cum stains just like my 
panties, I must have looked like a complete whore 
walking down the street at this hour looking like this, 
luckily there wasn't anyone else awake to see me. When 
I arrived at the bus terminal there was very few people 
there, those that were there all looked at me funny. I 
bought a ticket for the next bus which would be leaving 
at 5:45pm which was slightly over an hour from now.

While waiting I went into the bathroom so see if I had 
got rid of all the cum on my face. Looking in the 
mirror I was relieved that I had indeed cleaned up my 
face but my hair was another story, there was several 
visible stains in my hair that had only got worse when 
I had tried to clean it earlier and had only really 
managed to bash more hair into it. Looking in the 
mirror she truly had a just fucked look to her, her 
clothes were all dirty from being dragged around in 
that dirty house and falling into the ditch and the cum 
in her hair just completed the look.

When the bus finally came I was one of the only ones on 
it so I was able to sleep the whole way back to the 
city. In my dreams I had dreams of my father fucking me 
again, it wasn't necessarily a bad dream nor a good 
dream but more of a lustful sexual dream. As I awoke I 
was sickened with myself that I was dreaming in a 
sexual way about a man that had just raped me.

As the bus pulled into the city I kept shaking my head 
speaking quietly to myself that I should have listened 
to my mother. I was stupid and wrong to think my father 
could have been a decent man, I was looking for a male 
role model, a father figure and in my head I thought I 
could find that with my father but I was dead wrong. My 
mother had been telling me the truth about him the 
entire time but I wouldn't listen and I learned the 
hard way.

Since the bus ride was only two hours I got home early 
in the morning still before my mother was awake, I was 
relieved that she didn't discover me in that 
appearance. I managed to clean myself up gain and put 
on some clean clothes before my mother finally woke up. 
She obviously was surprised to see me. I made up some 
excuse that my friend had gotten sick over night so we 
ended up coming home early.

My mother was suspicious but didn't hassle me any 
further about what happened that night. If she only 
knew the truth she would have freaked out on me which 
is why I could never tell her the truth no matter what. 
I could also never admit to her that she was right, I 
knew she was but after being so defiant to her I felt 
like a fool and couldn't admit to her.

So as a result when I missed my period weeks later I 
knew that my father had impregnated me. Just like my 
mother before me I was going to have a rape child, my 
own father's child. It was then that I realized that 
this child would end up having 2/3's of my father's 
DNA, my child would end up being closer to him then 
myself. I debated for weeks with myself whether to have 
an abortion or not but I could not make a decision.

My mother by this time suspected I was pregnant and 
confronted me with it. I admitted I was pregnant but 
would not give her any more details, I absolutely 
refused to tell her who the father was. As result she 
completely lost it on me calling me a whore and a 
terrible daughter how she had done everything to raise 
me right and I threw it all away. She went on to say 
she gave up her youth to keep me and this was how I was 
repaying her, she could not accept what I had done and 
I couldn't believe it but my own mother, the only 
parent I have ever really known had just disowned me.

She kicked me out of the house and legally was allowed 
to do it since I was over 16 years old. She told me I 
had betrayed her and she wanted nothing to do with me 
any more. I was in shock, I had never seen my mother 
react to something so strongly like she did with this. 
I could only imagine what she would have done if I had 
told her the truth, she probably would have killed me 
or something.

Sadly I accepted her banishment and my good friend 
allowed me to stay there for the time being but when 
her parents found out I was now a few months pregnant 
they asked me to leave saying I was a bad example for 
their daughter. With no where else to turn or live. Now 
3 months pregnant I headed back to that small little 
town where my father lived.

I couldn't believe I was actually boarding a bus to 
head back to that abusive man that put me into this 
situation in the first place. I could have gone to a 
shelter or lived on the street but instead I was 
surrendering to the only other family member I had left 
despite how horrible he was.

When I arrived at his door obviously he was surprised 
to see me but being his rude self chuckled and said 
"Hey baby, come back for more of your father's cock?." 
I told him I was pregnant with his child and asked to 
stay with him. He could have turned me away but he took 
me in no questions asked. So with that I had to begin a 
new life of living with my rapist father.

From that day on every night my father would fuck me 
and every morning he demanded he get a morning blow 
job. I had given into his redneck style of life, I wore 
hardly any clothes around the house most of the time 
and stopped wearing bras and panties. My pussy was 
constantly filled with my father's cum. Sometimes he 
would pass me off to other men to settle gambling 
debts. As I grew more noticeably pregnant my father 
stopped fucking me and instead just pimped me off to 
other disgusting men at that local bar.

I remember one time in particular, I was 8 months 
pregnant being fucked by some overweight slob of a 
truck driver in one of the back rooms of the bar. As 
people were snorting coke right across from us watching 
us fuck I remembered thinking to myself so this what my 
life has become.... If only I had listened to my mother 
then none of this would have been happening. She could 
have still been in school, excelling on her swim team 
and living a normal teenager’s life. Instead now she 
was a redneck country slut, her father's slut carrying 
his child.

***

A month later I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, 
sadly I wasn't able to hold on to her very long. The 
state child protection services found out the condition 
of my father's place and took the kid away. Of course 
my father didn't care in the slightest and was actually 
happy that noisy "thing" was gone.

Over the next 3 years I continued to live with my 
father as his slut, this was the darkest period of my 
life and much of it is just a blur for me. My father 
didn't feel like working any more so he had me start 
dancing at a local strip club to make money for him. He 
managed to get me pregnant twice more over this time, I 
had another baby girl and I miscarried the other 
pregnancy. My second child was also taken away by the 
State officials.

Just after I had turned 19 my old friend had decided to 
find me. She was always upset that her parents had 
kicked her friend out at her worse time of need and she 
wanted to find her friend again because she always felt 
that I was in trouble this entire time. Finding me was 
not easy I had never told her that I went to see my 
father so she had no information to go by. After she 
talked to my mother she was of no help either but she 
did allow her to look at my computer.

Looking through all my old files she found my father's 
information and thought that was a good indication that 
I had gone there. When my friend had rolled up in her 
car beside my father's house she was scared, to her 
this place looked like a nightmare. She knocked on the 
door repeatedly but there was no answer. Being a little 
brave she opened the door and walked in, a minute later 
she found me passed out sleeping naked on that dirty 
stained mattress.

She looked at her old friend laying naked on that 
disgusting mattress, cum was leaking out of her and she 
had bruises over parts of her body. She knew I had been 
through a terrible time. She was determined to rescue 
me.

I remember waking up in a daze to her face looking at 
me, I was such a mess physically and mentally that I 
didn't even recognize her at first. She told me to get 
dressed and that we were leaving immediately. My soul 
had been beaten down to pulp that I was now submissive 
to any one so whatever order she barked at me agreed 
and obeyed.

After my friend got me away from my father I started to 
come back to my senses and I confessed and told her my 
whole long story about how I ended up there. She felt 
so sorry for me and cried with me through most of it. 
She allowed me to live with her in her new apartment 
and I got my life back in order. Eventually I even 
managed to get my two children back after I showed that 
I was now a responsible person living in a clean 
healthy place.

I never did speak with my mother again, I think after 
my friend had taken a look at my computer she also 
pieced together the clues and figured out what 
happened. I had broken her heart and I took full 
responsibility for that, if I had only listened to her.

I realized now that I had become exactly like my 
mother, I was giving up my youth to raise my two 
daughters just as my mother had done with me. I now 
understood why my mother freaked out on me and disowned 
me, she had always wanted better for me for me to rise 
above her own life and accomplish something bigger and 
better with my life but instead I had failed her and 
became exactly like her, following exactly in her 
footsteps and that was something she couldn't accept.

My mother was smarter then I could ever have imagined 
and I ignored it, if I had only listened to her all 
those times. For the next 15 years I went on to raise 
my two daughter's that my own father had left me with. 
Unlike my mother I decided not to tell my daughters any 
details about the truth of their father, curiosity 
killed the cat for myself so I didn't want the same 
thing happening with them.

Fate works in strange ways though; it had been 15 years 
since I last saw my rapist father so long ago that I 
rarely ever thought of him any more or that period of 
my life but suddenly out of the blue it all came back 
to me after he again regretfully showed up into my life 
and my daughters lives again...


Part 2


My life was turned upside down 15 years ago when I 
decided to find my real father against my mother's 
wishes. I didn't listen to her and I learned the hard 
way the truth about my father. He raped me and 
impregnated me, having no one else to turn to after my 
mother disowned me I fell into a trapped abusive life 
with my father where he treated me like his slut 
girlfriend not his daughter.

I did manage to escape though thought the help of my 
friend and went on to raise my two daughters alone just 
like my mother had raised me. These past 15 years I had 
done well for myself going back to school part time and 
becoming a legal secretary. Just like my mother had 
tried to do I also was trying to give my two daughters 
now 15 and 14 years old a better life.

Fate can be very cruel however, 15 years is just long 
enough to totally forget a past life, I did not want to 
remember those 3 years that I lived with my rapist 
father and for the most part I had moved on and 
forgotten those days which was hard to do initially 
when you look at your daughters knowing your own father 
was responsible for them. I had become to complacent 
lately, I never ever thought either my mother or father 
would ever come back into my life after all this time 
but sure enough I was wrong.

Unfortunately it wasn't my mother that came back into 
my life, that at least would have been welcome. No 
instead my father out of no where decided to interfere 
with our lives.

It was a day like any other; I was arriving home from 
work slightly early today and was looking forward to 
watching a movie tonight at home with my two daughters 
Jammie and Casey. As I was entering our apartment 
building I noticed an older man pacing around outside, 
I didn't think much of it at the time but he did look a 
little familiar although he was farther away from me so 
I didn't get a good look.

Not too long after I settled down and started to relax 
I heard a knock on the door. Looking through the peep 
hole I could see it was that older man, looked maybe 60 
years old or so but I wasn't sure who he was. I yelled 
out "Who are you? What do you want?." The old man 
replied calmly, "Julie, this is your father. I would 
like to talk to you for a few minutes." Julie's heart 
almost skipped a beat, she was scared like she hadn't 
been in over 15 years. She had always hoped this 
monster had died over the years but sadly here he was 
out of the blue.

"Go AWAY or I'm calling the cops, get the fuck out of 
here" was Julie's immediate response. Her father just 
remained calm and pleaded to just talk to her for a few 
minutes. Julie picked up an aluminum baseball bat they 
always kept by the door just in case trouble came 
looking for them. Julie agreed to let him in but warned 
him to keep his distance and not to try anything.

When she slowly opened the door she was surprised at 
the sight of her father, he looked considerably older 
now but at the same time it looked like he had cleaned 
himself up more and at least looked somewhat more 
respectable then the old redneck image she had in her 
head.

Her father seemed subdued and sat down at their table 
and started to talk with her. He said he doesn't blame 
her for the way she reacted to him and that he knows he 
was a horrible father in the past and what he had done 
to her was criminal and there was no excuses for it.

He went on to explain how after I had disappeared that 
one day he was devastated and that it wasn't until 
after I had escaped him that he actually thought about 
what he did to me. My father explained how he cleaned 
himself up slowly and got into some sort of trades job 
working with metals and for the past 15 years or so had 
been working there. 

It was around then that I cut him off and was blunt 
with him, I told him I don't fucking care what he was 
doing the last 15 years, whatever it was it must have 
been considerably much easier and nicer then having to 
raise 2 children on your own. I asked him what the hell 
he wanted, was he here for forgiveness or something? I 
didn't get it.

My father also cut to the chase too, he admitted that 
although he had a good job all those years he ended up 
blowing all his money on gambling a bad habit he never 
was able to rid himself of. He wasn't asking me for 
forgiveness for what he did but he was asking if he 
could stay here for a little while until he could find 
another trades job in the city.

Was he fucking insane? I was too skeptical of anything 
he had to say. Even though I was freaking out on him 
and pissed he would even suggest such a thing he just 
remained calm then entire time. He looked like a 
defeated man, this was not quite the man I remember 
raping me.

My father said he understood all of my concerns and was 
well aware I would feel this way but he had no other 
options. I was the only family he still had. I realized 
just as I had gone back to him knowing he was abusive 
rapist, he was doing the same thing because at some 
level we were still family. My father then gave me an 
envelope that had $5000 inside it. He said that is all 
the remaining money he was able to save and keep away 
from his gambling debts, he said I could have it and 
put it towards "our" kids if I allowed him to stay.

I really didn't want to accept that money from him, I 
was doing fine with my daughters without him all these 
years but this money would definitely go a long way 
towards college for them. So reluctantly I couldn't 
even believe I was about to do this but I accepted it 
and allowed him to sleep on the couch. I laid out many 
rules for him and if he broke any of them he would be 
out the door immediately.

Among the rules I imposed on him, he couldn't touch me 
or the girls in any way whatsoever, he had to sleep on 
the couch and no where else, he wasn't to walk around 
naked or even half naked anywhere, he was not too drink 
any alcohol and finally he was not to tell my daughters 
that he was their real father. He was to refer to 
himself as Ron, a friend of mine and that's it.

At the moment we both heard the apartment door opening, 
Jammie and Casey were home from school. They were 
surprised to see a man inside their place. In all the 
years both Jammie and Casey had never seen their mother 
date or be involved with a man so this looked a little 
out of the usual. Julie introduced to her daughters her 
father simply by his first name Ron saying he was an 
old friend who had fallen on hard times and would be 
staying with us for a little while.

Ron looked at his young daughters or were they partly 
his grandchildren as well? he wasn't sure. He was 
amazed how beautiful both of them were though. Jammie 
was the oldest child at 15 years old and was already 
well developed, had an amazing figure and some averaged 
sized breasts that were no doubt still growing. Casey 
was a year younger and also was beginning to develop 
into a woman, she had smaller petite breasts and still 
had a younger look to her to go along with a slim body. 
Both Jammie and Casey were brunettes, which took after 
their father not their mother nor my own mother who 
were blond.

Julie figured if anything was to go wrong it would 
happen within the first week but surprisingly nothing 
happened. Her father settled in and the girls were kind 
of happy to have a male presence in the household. Ever 
since I escaped my father's torment I never again had 
any relationships with any men, as sad as it was to 
admit her father was the only true sexual relationship 
she ever had with a man. After all that abuse she 
didn't really feel the need for sex any more after 
that. Julie was confused, did her father really change, 
this man who had been staying with them for weeks now 
was like a totally different person then that rough 
redneck personality she once knew.

Then one night the true father she knew came back. 
Since he was forbidden to drink in the house he went 
out to a local bar one night and ended up having too 
much to drink, he was totally wasted and the evil in 
him came back out when he was drunk. It was about 
2:30am when he staggered back into the apartment and 
wandered into the main room. It was a Saturday night 
and I was still up watching some late night TV when he 
came in.

I was sleepy myself so I didn't even notice he was 
drunk until he sat down beside me on the couch and I 
could smell the liquor from his breath. Before I could 
even react he put his hand up my shorts and shoved his 
tongue down my throat. I managed to break off from him 
and slap him hard across the face. He then lunged on me 
and pinned me down. He whispered in my ear, "Julie 
baby, I'm horny and I want some pussy tonight, you can 
either give me some just like old times or I can pay a 
visit to one of the other two pussies in the house, 
your choice baby."

I began crying as he gave me a minute to make a choice, 
there was no real choice anyways, I had to do it with 
him to protect my daughters from this monster at least 
until he got sober again. Reluctantly I agreed knowing 
I had yet again made a huge mistake allowing this 
monster in the house. My mother once told me that he 
was an evil man that would never ever change, even 15 
years later and after all I had been through I still 
wasn't listening to her and making big mistakes as a 
result.

I led my drunken old father to my bedroom, we both 
stripped and here I was about to have sex again with my 
father only this time it was 15 years later after, I 
was in my 30's and he was about 60 years old. I was 
submitting to him to protect my daughters I told 
myself, just do it and get it over with.

I watched as my old father got on the bed naked with 
me, most of his body hair was now graying and he was 
much fatter now then before. He got between my legs and 
started eating me out for a few minutes. This was 
something he had never done for me in the past, never. 
It didn't take me long before he had me close to an 
orgasm, it had been many years since I have had sex so 
this felt new to me again.

Being out of action for so long I couldn't hold back 
and started to orgasm from my father's sucking, he 
sensed this and shifted positions rubbing his cock head 
up and down my slit. He then started to thrust in and I 
felt his entire cock slide all the way down to the hilt 
feeling his hairy balls slap into me. It felt extremely 
good to be filled like this but again like every other 
time I had sex with my father I felt great shame and 
sadness but my body always betrayed me and the lust won 
over.

Despite his drunkenness he had great staying power and 
we managed to fuck each other hard just like old times 
for over an hour. We had switched positions several 
times and then while I was riding his cock I orgasimed 
a second time. This was too much for the old man and he 
went stiff held my ass hard on his cock as he began 
erupting spewing his sperm in my pussy, spurt after 
spurt of cum flooded me until I was full.

I got off of him and we both fell asleep without 
cleaning ourselves up from the mess we made. The next 
morning I woke up early, the girls had already woke up 
and left to go to a friends place so it was just me and 
my father in the apartment. I cleaned myself up, got 
dressed and grabbed my baseball bat. When he finally 
got up and started to walk naked towards the bathroom 
he never saw me coming and I took a huge swing smashing 
the bat behind his knee cap as hard as I could.

He collapsed instantly with incredible pain swearing 
and yelling. I stepped on his neck and spoke down to 
him, "If you ever try and pull anything like last night 
again I will kill you. I could have killed you right 
now but I am warning you instead. I can't deny any 
longer that I am a slut, sadly you are the only lover I 
have ever known and for what its worth we do fuck each 
other pretty well dad but I will not have you even 
thinking of fucking my daughters. You and I can fuck 
once in a while if I am ok with it but that's it, none 
of this rape stuff, if you want to fuck me your 
daughter then at least be a man about it."

I was trembling as I said this to him, I couldn’t even 
believe the words I spoke but it was true. I finally 
admitted to myself that although my father raped and 
abused me 15 years ago he still was the only lover I 
had ever known and I was coming to acceptance of that. 
I also realized that I was lonely, I did need a man for 
some loving once in a while, something I had denied 
myself for many years. I told my father I could be his 
lover but not his slut or whore and definitely my 
daughters were not to be touched by him. I had to make 
that as clear as possible. I realized I had turned the 
tables, he used me before for his own personal 
pleasures but now I will use him under my own terms.

My father in pain and clearly surprised by my 
aggressive ambush of him he had no choice but to agree. 
I forced my will on to him just as he did on me last 
night and I had no apologies for that. He later limped 
off I assumed to visit the hospital to see how much 
damage I gave him. I also left during the day to get 
the after morning pill, there was no way I would be 
having any more of his children which is why I also put 
myself on the birth control pill as well from then on. 
Ron later returned with a cane limping and explained 
nothing was damaged but it would be sore for a week or 
so.

After my assault on my father he had learned his 
lesson, he knew I was not to be messed with and he was 
smart enough to see that he was being offered a casual 
sex relationship with his adult daughter, what more 
could he ask for. Although I knew he wanted a piece of 
the younger girls doing so would have bad consequences 
and he wasn't going to risk it.

Several months went by and my father and I had gotten 
back into fucking each other on a regular basis. My 
daughter's Jammie and Casey started to clue into the 
fact that Ron was sleeping with me every night and they 
even heard us fucking on several occasions as we were 
very loud. Both Jammie and Casey started asking me 
questions and tip toeing around asking if we were 
officially together now, if Ron was my boyfriend now.

I had no real choice but tell them yes, they were both 
very happy for me that I finally had a man. If only 
they knew the truth I don't think they would be so 
happy. My dysfunctional sexual relationship with my 
father was neither normal nor acceptable in anyone’s 
eyes so it was better them to know Ron as my boyfriend 
then to know the real truth.

As time went on we all grew closer despite this family 
setup being a dysfunctional one. Except for that one 
night that my drunken father had threatened me he had 
otherwise has been a completely different person then 
the abusive rapist I knew many years before. Both 
Jammie and Casey grew closer to him knowing him only as 
Ron. He was the only real male presence in their life 
and I could see it was having an impact on them.

I was a bit disturbed when Jammie and Casey would 
occasionally flirt with my father and tease him a lot 
of the time by walking around the apartment in only 
their bra and panties. Seeing 15 and 14 year old girls 
strutting around half naked must have been torture for 
the old man, the younger man I knew would have raped 
them already but this was now a beaten down old man, he 
had lost his edge.

***

It was now nearing the end of school for Jammie and 
Casey. Jammie was going to an end of year dance, her 
first major dance at high school and se was very 
excited about it. Ron watched quietly into the room as 
he saw Julie helping Jammie get dressed for the big 
night. Jamie had a sexy dark blue dress on that showed 
off her figure nicely. Just watching his young sexy 
daughter the product of incest got him very horny but 
he knew he couldn't act on it, he was now a shell of 
his former self and he knew it. He resigned himself to 
looking but not touching. Both Julie and Ron wished her 
a good time as she left with her date a young boy about 
her same age.

Julie did not wait up for her daughter later, she 
trusted her and wanted to give her a taste of freedom 
so she didn't give her a curfew or wait up for her. 
Julie went to sleep early because she had to wake up 
early to work on Saturday unfortunately. Ron on the 
other hand stayed up late watching TV, sitting back and 
vegetating. Around 2:00am he heard someone fumbling 
around with keys at the door but no one came in.

So he got up and walked over to investigate, he could 
see it was Jammie and he could still see she was having 
problems getting the door open so he helped her out and 
opened it for her. He could tell that she was obviously 
drunk and had a hickie on her neck. He whispered to her 
to be quiet and come in. Jammie stumbled in and plopped 
herself down on the sofa. Her dress was slightly a miss 
so he knew she had been fooling around with her date 
tonight.

For the first time ever in his life he felt like he was 
a father and had to comfort her and see if she was ok. 
He slowly sat down with her and asked if she had a good 
time tonight. Jammie just smiled with lust in her eyes, 
she said she had a lot of fun tonight but the party 
ended a little too soon for her, she was still horny. 
Ron being an old man was pretty surprised to hear a 15 
year old talk like this so he wasn't sure what to make 
of it.

Jammie just leaned up close to Ron and said in a 
lustful voice, "How about you and me have some fun old 
man? I want to have some fun." She leaned forward and 
kissed him and grabbed his crotch. Ron got scared, he 
didn't want to get caught, "Uh, uh Jammie, we can't do 
this, I'm too old for you and I’m with your mother, it 
isn't right..." He tried to resist her but Jammie 
jumped up and got over his lap startling him.

Jammie dared him to turn her down and then slowly 
started to unzip her dress from behind until the top 
part fell down exposing her still small breasts for 
him. "I know you've wanted to see these for a while you 
old dirty man, I've seen the way you look at me 
sometimes when I walk around here in my bra and 
panties, you can't deny it.." Ron didn't want this, he 
was trying to be a better man it was already bad enough 
he raped his daughter Jammie's mother many years ago 
but here was his incestuous child coming on to him 
basically throwing herself at him. Despite Julie's 
warning he couldn't resist he started to cup her 
breasts and fondle them.

Before long Jammie had stepped out of her dress and 
removed her panties. She was naked on him and giving 
him sort of a slow lap dance on the couch. She was 
still very drunk and this was an entirely different 
side of Jammie that Ron had never seen before, even 
Julie probably had never seen this side of her before. 
She was now tugging at his boxers and pulling them down 
exposing his hard cock.

Jammie repositioned herself between his legs and 
started to give the old man an enthusiastic blow job. 
Little did she know it was actually her real father not 
just her mother's boyfriend. Ron watched as his young 
15 year old daughter sucked on his 60 year old mans 
dick. He was aware of the consequences of what was 
happening but he couldn't help it, she had begged for 
it from him and he couldn't stop himself now.

After she had wetted his cock Jammie climbed back up on 
top of Ron and positioned his cock at her entrance. 
Obviously she wasn't a virgin, this young girl was 
already experienced. Before she impaled herself though 
he warned her, "uh Jammie, we aren't using a condom." 
Jammie just replied with no expression, "I don't care, 
I could always get an abortion if I need to." and with 
that she dropped herself on his long hard cock which 
sank immediately to the hilt.

Jammie started bouncing up and down on the old man, she 
was clearly in control fucking his old hard cock. She 
was starting to moan louder which scared Ron, he had to 
put his hand over her mouth to muffle her otherwise 
Julie was going to wake up. Ron couldn't believe he was 
fucking her and that she initiated it. Even when he 
tried to be a good guy he was still doing bad stuff he 
shouldn't be doing.

Ron gave into it though, he was still a man and loved 
young pussy so if his 15 year old daughter wanted to 
fuck him who was he to stop her. After 20 minutes 
Jammie orgasimed and froze on his cock, not wanting to 
skip a beat Ron picked her up and dropped her down on 
the couch and repositioned himself again and entered 
her.

Being a 60 year old man he was amazed he still had the 
lasting power while fucking such a young tight pussy 
but here he was plowing into her with long hard strokes 
and just like her mother Jammie was locking her legs 
behind him, he couldn't even pull out if he wanted to. 
The moment of truth then came and he exploded deep 
inside her cunt, filling her entire pussy with his old 
man cum. He stayed in her for a moment cupping her tits 
a few more times before separating.

Jammie just smiled a sluttly look and kissed him open 
mouth. She explained to him, "I've been listening and 
watching you fuck my mother for some time now and you 
have helped me get off many times, I thought it would 
be nice to return the favor. Also I wanted to prove 
that I can be a hotter fuck then her, do you agree?." 
Ron just smiled but in reality he knew he was playing 
with fire much more so then ever before in his life.

Ron could see his cum spilling out of her, his 
daughter, his daughter's daughter. The Ron of the past 
would have found that hot and sexy but somehow over the 
15 years he had been tamed and he began to realize he 
was feeling guilt at what he just did even if he didn't 
initiate it.

***

Over the next few weeks things were normal except for 
Jammie, occasionally cornering him when Julie was out 
and demanding sex. Ron couldn't believe it but it was 
two younger women calling the shot bossing him around 
now, quite a change from his younger years. The only 
way he felt more like the man he used to be was when he 
drank a lot but he refused to do it.

What was worse now was that Casey was also starting to 
openly flirt and even flash Ron, he didn't know where 
this was leading to but he had a gut feeling in his 
stomach that things were spinning out of control. The 
last thing he wanted was Julie to go to the police 
later and tell them I had raped her and their own 
incestuous daughters. A jury would convict you in 2 
seconds over something like that.

Ron could tell both sisters had something big planned 
for the night their mother had to travel to work 
related dinner in another city 4 hours away, because of 
the distance she would be staying the night but would 
be back the next morning. Julie had felt comfortable 
enough now to leave both of her daughters with him 
alone for the night but empathized not to fuck up stuff 
or he would be sorry.

After Julie had left that evening both of the girls 
started drinking some vodka they had acquired from 
somewhere. I tried to tell them they shouldn't be 
drinking but Jammie just rudely replied, "Fuck off Ron, 
your not our father and we can do whatever we feel like 
and if you like our pussies you should just shut up and 
stop complaining." Did she just say "our" pussies? What 
the hell did they have in mind?

Through the night they stayed mostly in the kitchen 
drinking, quietly whispering to each other and giggling 
like normal teenage girls. They insisted I drink as 
well so as I result I ended up having about three screw 
drivers which were heavy on the vodka. I was getting 
very drunk, the first time in a long while but I wasn't 
feeling angry rage like I usually do when I drink, I 
felt a lot mellower.

Later towards midnight both Jammie and Casey 
disappeared for about 15 minutes into their room. When 
they came back they were both wearing their school girl 
uniform with the skirt hiked up high and the top tied 
tight exposing skin. They both smiled to me and told me 
they wanted to have fun with me to night. Both Jammie 
and Casey went to each side of me on the couch and 
started kissing me and grabbing my crotch. As they both 
grabbed my crotch they began kissing each other as well 
in front of me. After a few minutes of this I was hard 
as hell and they led me into their bedroom.

Jammie took one look around and said, "No, no, no this 
won't do, we'll have to go to mom's bed which is much 
bigger." We all got on the bed and they both pulled off 
my pants and shirt. They then told me to watch, I sat 
their mesmerized as they took turns eating each other 
out, not surprisingly there was no panties under those 
skirts. At one point I watched as both teenage girls 
got into the 69 position as they continued to pleasure 
each other.

After both sisters had got themselves hot and wet they 
turned their attention to Ron and started giving him a 
blow job together. Both girls worked the full length of 
his long shaft, Jammie also began to fondle his balls. 
Jammie then said softly, "We have a special treat for 
you tonight, you get to take Casey's virginity." Ron 
nearly came right then hearing that. He stopped the 
girls for a moment saying, "Whoa! Wait a minute, your 
mother is going to kill me if she ever found out I 
don't think we can do this as much as I want to."

Casey spoke up and told him that she wanted to become a 
woman like her sister, she also had peaked in many 
times while he and their mother had sex. She was too 
curious and too horny, she wanted to lose her virginity 
and she wanted him to take it. Needless to say she also 
didn't know that Ron was her father and here she was 
asking him to devirginize her. Casey pointed out that 
she was going to lose it soon anyways it might as well 
be with a real man with a real cock and not some clumsy 
boy.

Ron thought about it and realized he had already gone 
this far he might as well go for it and hope their 
mother doesn't find out. It had been decades now since 
he last had a virgin so how could he say no. With out 
saying another word, he spread her legs and lined up 
his hard erect cock to her virgin hole. Looking down at 
this sweet 14 year old girl in a school girl outfit was 
truly an erotic sight.

As my cockhead nudged her still almost hairless pussy 
she moaned, I rubbed it up and down her slit to gain 
some lubrication and at the same time fumbled to undo 
her shirt which Jammie helped me with I was now feeling 
her tiny A-cup breasts as I was about to push into her 
tight hole.

It was slow going at first, only the corona of my cock 
slipping in but slowly more began to give way until I 
hit her hymen. Her facial expressions signaled pain so 
I warned her, she told me to quick wasting time so with 
out further delay I jabbed my cock hard into her and I 
felt her maidenhood give way as my cock buried down to 
the hilt. I had now taken the virginity of this 14 year 
old girl, my daughter, my daughter's daughter...

I began to slowly fuck her at first with nice slow easy 
strokes until her pussy adjusted to my size and the 
pain died down. Once she started humping back at me I 
started to pick up the pace more and really fuck this 
teenage girl hard. Jammie watched on while fingering 
herself as she watched her sister lose her virginity 
and get fucked by this 60 year old man.

I had tried to hold out longer but once I felt Casey 
being overtaken by an orgasm I couldn't wait any 
longer, I threw my head back as I began ejaculating 
into her tight cunt filling her teenage womb with my 
potent sperm. As I withdrew from her I could see lots 
of my sperm leaking out of her, Jammie quickly got 
between her sisters legs and began licking and sucking 
it up.

All three of us went on to fuck for the rest of the 
night in many positions, I must have came at least 5-6 
times in the girls and the girls likewise had many 
orgasms. For tonight I felt like I was younger again, 
not in a rough and brutal like I once was but in 
another way, I felt alive.

We all fell asleep sometime as the sun was starting to 
rise up. Both girls laying on my chest, their pussies a 
sticky mess and the bed an awful mess as well. The 
entire apartment reeked of sex and all of them totally 
forgot Julie would be back in the morning.

***

As Julie entered her apartment building she was 
relieved to be back home again, she was growing tired 
of these business related dinners but it was still 
necessary to attend them. As she walked into her 
apartment something seemed off, they placed reeked of 
sex and she got a sickening feeling in her stomach. She 
tip toed down the hall way to the bedrooms, her 
daughter’s bedroom was empty.

As she turned the corner to her own bedroom she stopped 
dead in her tracks, there right before her was her two 
teenage daughters laying naked together sleeping with 
her father on her bed. She absolutely couldn't believe 
it as she noticed her father's cum smeared on their 
pussies Julie knew she had failed them, yet again she 
had made another mistake in life and as a result her 
daughter’s lives would be screwed up just like her own. 
She broke down and started crying at the door.

As she sat on the floor shaking her head asking herself 
how she could have been so stupid to trust the man that 
had once raped her images of her mother flooded her 
head. Even after 15 years why hadn't she listened to 
her mother and never trusted him, to this day she still 
was giving her bastard of a father a chance despite all 
the horrible things he had done and now as a result 
both her daughters the products of incest with this 
horrible man were now probably pregnant with this 
monsters children.

Julie couldn't take it any more, she had to stand up 
for them, for herself and for her mother. It was time 
to break the cycle, this man would not be allowed to 
ruin any more lives after this day. Julie ran out of 
the apartment and searched through storage in her 
apartment. She had bought a hand gun many years ago 
just in case her father had ever came back. After a few 
minutes she found it buried with some of her old stuff 
still fully loaded.

When Julie reentered the apartment she knew what she 
was going to do, she did not care of the consequences. 
At this moment she knew exactly what her own mother 
felt when she learned I was pregnant, she felt dead 
inside herself. Her life was a terrible waste anyways, 
her father ruined it many years ago, even though she 
recovered and raised her daughters she was still a 
defeated and mentally destroyed person. Maybe this 
would be belated revenge for her.

As Julie entered the bedroom she started yelling at 
them pointing the gun at her father. They all woke up 
caught off guard and scared. Julie motioned for Jammie 
and Casey to move out of the way. They knew they were 
caught in big trouble and did not dare question their 
mother. Her father started pleading for his life saying 
he didn't rape them, they had seduced him. Bullshit, 
lies she thought, she wouldn't believe his version of 
the story. He begged for Jammie and Casey to backup his 
story but they remained silent, he grew desperate 
begging and pleading.

Julie grew tired of this pathetic display, images of 
the past raced through her mind of her father raping 
her that fateful day all the way up until this moment, 
she softly said to him while tears followed down her 
face, "Sorry dad, it ends here, mom was right I should 
have listened to her many years ago, you are a terrible 
rapist father and that is something that is not 
forgivable, you will ruin no more lives, good bye dad 
it was nice knowing you." As she finished her sentence 
closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

What happened next was too much of a blur. A loud bang 
then mentally she had broke down, lots of screaming, 
police and ambulance noises followed but Julie was too 
far gone. Everything was a complete blur, I think 
people were trying to ask me questions but I had no 
clue what was happening.

It wasn't until weeks later I sort of snapped out of it 
and I was in some sort of hospital with my wrist 
handcuffed to the bed. A detective later talked with me 
about everything that had happened, apparently I had 
killed my father at point blank range. He went on to 
say he knew about my past, after I had the mental 
breakdown they started piecing together and figured out 
what my father had done to her in the past and what he 
did to my daughters.

The detective also told me that he spoke with my old 
friend that had originally helped rescue me away from 
him and he had also spoken to my mother. He said that 
for the past few weeks I was constantly repeating over 
and over again "I Should have listened to my Mother."

Needless to say they were not going to charge me with 
my father's murder, no jury would ever convict me and 
if there was ever a case for an insanity defense this 
was definitely it. He said that I would have to spend 
some time here in this hospital though to receive some 
mental rehabilitation and therapy. 

I asked what was happening with my daughters, he 
explained that they were also a bit shaken up over the 
whole ordeal of what happened. They knew nothing of the 
truth that he was their father so it obviously shook 
them up a bit but they were doing well and that 
surprisingly my mother came forward and offered to 
continue raising them and take care of them. I smiled 
and felt good about that.

I could see the detective was hesitating though, 
holding something back from me. I pressured him and he 
finally told me something that I didn't want to hear. 
Both my daughter's were pregnant with his child and 
both were insistent on keeping their child even though 
doctors, the detectives and her mother urged them not 
to keep it because the children would be yet another 
generation of incest. The children would end up having 
75% of my father's DNA however they wanted to still 
have the child despite the ugly truth.

Over time I got better and yet once again moved on with 
my life, Jammie and Casey both gave birth both having 
baby girls. Luckily though my mother worked her magic 
and managed to convince the girls to give up the girls 
for adoption. As a result they went on to live normal 
teenage lives and did well at school. My mother was 
extremely proud of her grandchildren. I later 
reconciled with my mother after over 15 years, we had 
much to talk about, I finally apologized for not 
listening to her all those years ago and she forgave me 
also blaming herself for kicking her out of the house. 

We were on good terms again and together we raised my 
two daughters over the next few years. Both Jammie and 
Casey went on to finish school get good jobs and marry 
good men. My mother and I were happy for accomplishing 
that, that's all my mother ever wanted was to better 
the life of her child, that didn't quite happen with me 
but at least we were able to do it with my children.

Many years later Ron our "father" is never spoken of 
within the family, not even Jammie and Casey's husbands 
knew the truth that they were incest children nor did 
they know both had more incestuous children of their 
own. For now everyone is happy but we live knowing full 
well those two girls are out there somewhere and maybe 
one day they'll come looking for their mother. We were 
all comforted by the fact though those girls would 
never ever be able to meet their father and that was 
the most important thing.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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