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Chloe and I
by DaddyDear (no address provided)

***

My wife became ill and was never would be able to have 
sex with me again. She helped me find someone I could 
have sex with. But little did either of us realize 
just how close to home that person would be. (MF, inc, 
rom)

***

Chapter 1

Where do I start? What happened, happened, no denying 
it, but how do I feel about it? I am OK with it, 
actually. 

OK, let's start at the beginning, well, this 
beginning, I really don't want to go all the way back 
to my birth, or my earliest recollections, just the 
beginning of this part of my life. 

Five years ago my wife was diagnosed with cancer. I am 
65 now and at that point I was devastated to think 
that I was going to be rendered alone in the worst 
possible way. We shared everything, the kids, the fun, 
the sorrows, the fights, the loving- everything. We 
had few secrets, and I was not interested in learning 
all of hers, there had to be something I did not know, 
did not understand, but most of all, we shared the 
laughter. 

She made me laugh over silly things, and she would 
laugh at my wise ass cracks and puns. She never got 
away with dressing without a grope, and that made her 
laugh. Even at 59 she had great breasts, largish and 
still firm. She was 18 when we married, I was 19, and 
people thought we might have been a bit young, but who 
cared what they thought. 

Mary had the operation to remove the cancerous tissue, 
had chemotherapy to kill off any stray cancer cells, 
and we waited. The first tests were encouraging, blood 
and tissue samples were all negative to cancer 
indicators. For the first year we talked, 'what if-' 
became a bizarre kind of game. It did not dominate, 
but it was a very strong presence. Our kids, now grown 
with their own kids were sympathetic and they helped 
when their mother was at her worst, health wise. 

Both Chloe, at 38, the eldest by 18 months, and Peter, 
then 37, came around as often as they could. Their 
kids ranged in age from 8 to 15, had changing needs 
but the grandkids were able to spare their parents for 
a lot more time for their grandmother and I than they 
had when they were younger. 

Chloe was a rock for me, she had a strength that I had 
seen, but never really experienced before. It was she 
more than anyone else that supported me emotionally, 
for which I was really grateful. Chloe is short, at 
1.58m she was easily lost in a crowd, and hated rock 
concerts unless she was at, or very near, the front 
row. Her hair is the colour of night, only a lot more 
glossy. It glistens in the sun, soft to touch, an oval 
face with blue eyes and a fair complexion. 

She smiles easily and finds laughter in the simplest 
things, like her mother. She will let you know when 
you get it wrong, but does not get upset enough to 
hold a grudge. In this time we grew closer than we had 
ever been before. We started talking, not like 
father/daughter, but like friends. Chloe shared with 
me her highs and lows, some of which surprised me. I 
reminded her of things she had forgotten, and some she 
did remember differently than I had. I talked of my 
relationship with her mother and how it fulfilled me 
in unexpected ways. 

She said she was envious of that relationship, and 
said it was rare to find that kind of love. We left it 
there as I really felt that I did not want to reveal 
that much of myself, but Chloe let her guard down and 
let me know that things were not always rosy in her 
life. 

A few days after one of those conversations, Mary and 
I entered another 'what if-' discussion. Mary started 
it, she said that our sex life was suffering because 
of the chemo. I had to agree, but I pointed out that 
it must be hard to be sexually active when you feel 
like crap for 12 days out of 14. I understood, so was 
quietly waiting for those good days and would be glad 
when treatment ended- for her sake more than anything. 
Mary asked if I was considering finding another 
partner. 

I must admit I was surprised, I actually had not 
thought about it at all, I told her. I was distressed 
enough, watching her suffer and not being able to do 
anything for her, apart from just being there and 
understanding. I did not feel that I had the energy to 
go looking anyway so no - I hadn't. She asked me then 
what if she did not make it? Denying that possibility 
was not an option, we had already agreed it was, so I 
simply shrugged and made some noises, but that was not 
enough. She insisted I promise that I would not sit 
around feeling sorry for myself, but go and look for 
someone else. I acquiesced, but dismissed it as 
nonsense. 

As the chemo progressed, Mary lost a lot of her 
vitality. The chemicals used are like using a 
sledgehammer to attack an ant. After the chemo was 
over, we thought it would only be a matter of time for 
her to recover it. She showed some physical 
improvement, she got to a point, but then stopped. Her 
stamina was limited, her mobility impaired, and her 
sex drive, seriously diminished. 

We had always had a good sex life, but this was almost 
a complete stop. I found it hard at first. A quick 
knuckle-shuffle in the shower took care of the 
immediate problem, but it was no long term answer. 
After the second year, and a lot of patience from me, 
things got a little better, but it was insufficient. 
The quality of our relationship was deteriorating - 
and Mary knew it. We discussed the matter and she knew 
me too well. Sooner or later I was going to go 
looking, even at this age. 

My first thought would have turned to a prostitute, a 
quick poke and out again, but somehow, this did not 
seem a real resolution. Not all sex is good sex. There 
would be a lack of intimacy and for me, it is the 
intimacy that is the key to good sex. A quick fuck is 
just not emotionally satisfactory. There was no-one in 
our lives that I could turn to, Mary's closest female 
friends were out of the question, the women I worked 
with would be sympathetic, but that is all - besides, 
I could not safely approach any of them. Eventually it 
was Mary that came up with a solution - a personal 
add. 

I had always quietly sniggered about them, thinking 
there would be so many fakes in amongst the columns. 
Circumstances being what they were, I was not 
desperate, but getting there and Mary had no 
compunction about it at all. She knew I was not going 
to leave her, her heart was big enough to encompass 
the fact that she was not going to meet all my needs 
anymore, so she would help me do so - by becoming a 
co-conspirator. She wrote an ad, based on me being 62, 
"Ladies, are you between 40 and 60 years old? 
Relationship a little stale? Feeling a little 
neglected? Looking for friendship and understanding? 
Please, let me know, and we will see what I can do for 
you. Email address first." 

There was a mailbox number with the ad for responses. 
Mary placed the ad and was then getting cold feet. A 
little nervously she waited. After a few days I 
received two replies. 

The first from a woman in her mid-50s, the kids had 
left and her husband was not overly interested, or 
interesting, anymore. There was a Yahoo email address, 
so I responded with an identity Mary and I had created 
earlier. I certainly did not what anyone to know what 
it was I was doing. The other was someone in her early 
40's. 

She had suffered some setbacks lately, and needed 
something more than her husband was doing for her. She 
had a Gmail address, so I responded to her as well. In 
both of them, I suggested we start with emails then if 
they felt comfortable, we could meet somewhere public, 
and see what happened from there onwards. 

If it was going to go anywhere, there needed to be a 
safe haven, somewhere they could feel safe. I had 
considered selecting just one, but I am still a little 
ambitious, so I thought perhaps one for Mondays and 
one for Thursdays, depending on their schedules. When 
Peter first moved out of home, he went to live with 
his girlfriend, Sally, in a small apartment on the 
other side of town. They were there for a while and 
the owners decided to sell. 

The asking price was a little high, and Peter did not 
quite have a deposit, so we discussed it and as we had 
some additional disposable income, and some savings, 
we shared the cost of the apartment after haggling the 
price down to a more reasonable amount. We put the 
money up and got a loan, and we were all happy. There 
was never any issue with the mortgage, Peter and Sally 
made all their payments on time, and they got married. 

A year later, Sally was pregnant and while the baby 
was young, the apartment was ok, but it wasn't going 
to last. To help them, we purchased their half of the 
apartment, when they decided it was time to move out 
to something larger. We had a few tenants in there 
ever since, and the last one had decided to move out 
while Mary was undergoing chemo. As she handled the 
place, I had had nothing to do with it, and I wasn't 
thinking straight, I did not bother with a new tenant. 

After the chemo Mary had refurnished the place because 
she felt that we would eventually move there, if she 
could not look after our house. I had stayed there on 
occasion, when Mary was in hospital for 'observation' 
once and apart from that, the only time it was visited 
was when the cleaner came in and cleaned it-once every 
two weeks. This would be ideal, Mary would not visit 
it if I asked her not to and she indicated that she 
would not pry, as long as I came home. 


Chapter 2

The first woman and I began an email conversation and 
her second email said she wanted to meet. OK, I 
thought, so I nominated a small coffee shop in the 
city, during the day. I had no idea where she lived so 
as the city is central to the suburbs, it seemed like 
a good place. At the right time, I was in the shop, 
wearing my "this is me" jumper and I waited. A few 
women came in on their own and asked for coffee, but 
none paid any attention to me at all. Then this woman 
came in, a huge woman, I mean really huge! God, it was 
her! She was wearing the clothes she said she would, 
this was the one I was meeting. Damn, no wonder her 
husband was not interested. 

Fortunately, she wasn't wearing sunglasses and it took 
a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the darker 
room, coming in from a bright sunny day. I had my 
jumper off in a split second, putting it down where 
she could not see it. I know, it was cruel, but there 
was no way I would consider a relationship with any 
intimacy with her. She waddled down the back of the 
room, had a look around and walked right past me. 

She was obviously disappointed, and tried to sit down, 
but the booths were just too small. This unfortunate 
woman was in serious need of a diet and a new 
wardrobe. The more I saw, the less I liked, there was 
so much makeup and perfume, she was leaving a vapor 
trail. She looked at me suspiciously, and I went back 
to reading my book and sipping my coffee, clearly not 
trying to be anyone who would have any email 
connection with her. 

After a few minutes, she left and I heaved a sigh of 
relief. Later that night I got an unpleasant email 
about standing her up. I did apologise and told her 
that my wife had found me out, so I would be unable to 
meet with her at all let alone continue the emails. I 
did feel sorry for her, but it was a safe sorry, I did 
not have to confront her. I really felt like a 
heartless prick, and I probably was, but jeezz, she 
was huge. 

The second woman, she was different. She emailed a 
response to my email and asked me about myself. I told 
her some things, married with two kids, now grown, in 
my early 60's, but nothing too closely linked to my 
life. She in turn, passed some generic information 
about herself, and indicated that she had recently had 
a scary event in her life. This brought her closer to 
her father, who was close in age to me- which really 
suited her. I did not press for details, I didn't 
think she was going to talk too much about him, so I 
asked her about her relationship with her husband. 

To me, this was pretty safe, there would be little 
identifying information, but enough anonymity she 
could be as frank as she liked. Typical husband who 
saw the provider role as being important, but did not 
think paying attention to his family was part of that 
role. She often referred to her father, sometime 
comparing him to her husband, but it was limited to my 
dad never did that, or dad did it differently, and so 
on. I thought there might have been some unresolved 
incestuous issues involved, and another, older, guy, 
me, was going to role-play her dad. Perhaps I would 
get really lucky here- but this was the point of the 
ad in the first place.  

She sounded much more interesting and a lot friendlier 
than the first woman. After a few emails, she said she 
was interested in a meet- and I knew if she liked me, 
then it was going to be more than one meeting. It was 
all in her court. I asked her to meet me in the same 
coffee shop I had arrange to meet the other woman, and 
I described what I would be wearing. She did know that 
place, it was perfect as she had not been there often 
enough in the last few years to be remembered. 

Like me, none of her friends or acquaintances went 
there that she knew of, so it was perfect. She told me 
what she would be wearing, and her name was Krystal. 

The next day, I followed the same routine, went to the 
coffee shop before time, ordered a coffee, and pulled 
out my book. A few minutes later, in walked Chloe, my 
daughter. Damnit! if Krystal came in and I was with 
Chloe, it could be embarrassing. She saw me and gave a 
little start of surprise and then a fleeting guilty 
look, the one she had as a child when I caught her 
doing something she was not supposed to. She came over 
and said "Dad! You're here? I mean..." 

"Well yes, I am somewhere and here seemed like a good 
spot." Then I noticed what she was wearing, It was 
her, she was Krystal! At that moment, realization 
struck her too, and her mouth dropped open, and before 
she could say anything, I said, "Please, sit down, 
join me for coffee. What would you like? Want 
something to eat," and I dropped my voice to a 
whisper, "Krystal!" 

"Oh my god! This is a little awkward..." 

"Well, yes it is, but relax, and we can have a laugh 
about it." I ordered her a coffee and looked at her. 
She was that same gorgeous woman I had dinner with two 
nights ago but this was someone different. 

"W-what were you thinking of Dad?" she asked.

"Oh, meeting a woman for an assignation?" I said, "Mom 
set it up, she wrote the ad, and created the email 
account. Everything." 

"Mom?" 

"Shhh, quietly, we don't want everyone else here 
knowing our business," I said. "I was going to meet 
Krystal and talk with her. If she liked me enough, 
then we would arrange a second meet and maybe, 
eventually, end up in the apartment." 

"Oh god! This is weird, that's for sure." 

"Well, yes, a little but I suppose not the first time 
something like this has happened somewhere in the 
world." 

"B-but... why? You said in your email that you and mom 
were... well not..." 

"Emotionally, we are OK, but... look this is not the 
place to talk about this, how about we go to the 
apartment anyway and we can talk as much as we 
like..." I suggested, "And you can really tell me what 
is going on with you and Mike." 

I took the coffees and asked for a carry tray, "I 
brought my car, how about you?" 

"The same" she said, "Just in case I needed to get 
away." 

I smiled and said, 'OK, I'll meet you at the 
apartment, it's not that far from here- just on the 
other side of the river." 

"OK," I made sure she knew the address and took off. 


Chapter 3 

About 10 minutes later, I had convinced myself she was 
not going to be here. As I unlocked the ground floor 
door, and smelt that fresh cleaned smell, obviously 
the cleaner had been in the day before, I was certain 
Chloe was not going to show. Within seconds though, I 
heard her car pull up and door shut. 

Her footsteps were loud enough to be heard and she 
knocked on the door. My heart was in my mouth as I 
opened the door, and I was going to have to explain 
just what this was all about. She obviously had me on 
some sort of pedestal, something that had to be dealt 
with. I am not sure who she thought I was, but I am 
sure I was not that person. 

At that moment, as I opened the door, I saw her 
silhouetted against a contrasting background, her 
figure as an hour glass, full breasted and broad hips, 
she was beautiful, no doubt about it. Damn, any other 
woman...

"Coffee is still warm, the apartment is a bit pokey, 
but it has a bathroom there-"

"Yes, Dad, I haven't been here since Peter moved out, 
but I remember how small it was-is." she said. "OK, 
you first- you show me yours and I will show you 
mine." We were sitting on the sofa in a sparsely 
furnished room. There was only the cheap sofa we 
bought last year ago, still in good condition, a 
couple of bean bags left by someone, a pokey table and 
some old wooden chairs and a new bed Mary bought after 
she ended the chemo, some towels and sheets the 
cleaner took home to wash and changed the bed, even if 
no-one used it, a warm blanket and that was about it. 

"Ok, here it is then," I started, and told her the 
whole story, how Mary's illness was having an 
unexpected, by us at least, longer termed impact. 
(Apparently the after effects are well known, but not 
really discussed.) The drugs used in the chemo were 
too strong. The feeling in the fingers and toes was 
not returning, she said it was like having numbness in 
her hands and feet all the time, like the circulation 
is being restored after being interrupted. 

It may eventually disappear, but maybe not. I told 
Chloe of the loss of our sex life, the intermittent 
almost nonexistent sexual contact. I told her of the 
depth of our feelings for each other and how we 
devised this idea as a way of getting the sexual 
contact I still desired, needed, that she could no 
longer meet. 

"Have you ever had an affair?" She asked when I wound 
down.

"Honestly, yes, we both have." 

Chloe's eyebrows jumped up her forehead at that one. 
"I have always known hers, as she has mine, but all 
that was ages ago, when you were quite young." 

I replied, "We even tried threesomes, but they were 
hard work. Never discussed a group grope though, 
boring. I think we grew out of that adventuresome 
stage quickly enough so that it did not harm our 
marriage and apart from one little diversion, there 
have been no others for either of us. Affairs take up 
too much time, anyway, so I can't be bothered."

"Until now." 

"Yes, until now, but the causes and motivations are 
different. Your mother knows it all, and she is not 
going to ask any questions. We won't discuss anything 
of this, or these little moments I have with other 
women." 

"So, are we having one of those 'little moments' now?" 
she asked in that mischievous voice she used when 
teasing me. 

"Of course we are. Look, these are things we would not 
be discussing, ordinarily. But I am here for my 
reasons, what about you? What are yours?"

"Neglect and indifference - partly. Other things, 
intimacy, a degree of honesty about who I am - and 
what." 

"Ok, good place to start. What do you mean 'who and 
what' you are?" 

"The who is difficult enough, but the 'what'- that is 
something even more difficult," she started- and 
stopped like not knowing how to progress.

"OK, then let's see if I can lead you a little-" I 
said

"No, it is how can I tell you things that you will not 
want to hear?" For the first time, I heard an element 
of self-loathing that I have never heard before. 

"Darling, please, I am your father, I will love you no 
matter what. I have seen you at your best, experienced 
some of the worst moments too.. and what is not to 
love?" 

"Not this, you haven't."

"If you hadn't wanted to talk about it you would never 
have brought it up. So honesty here and I promise, 
will not be so shocked that I will stop loving you. An 
affair?" 

"In part." She said, "OK, then you asked for it. Just 
after I got married, the company I was working for 
hosted a national conference here. It was a hectic 
time leading up to it and just got worse when it was 
on. I kind of expected that, but this was my first 
conference. One of the delegates from interstate, 
well, he was an older guy, a regional manager. He was 
funny and kind, and he smelt just wonderful. He just 
knocked my knickers off the moment I met him. 

"Apparently I thought I was being discreet, but I 
later heard that everyone knew I was in his room that 
first night, and every night until the conference 
ended. The sex was great, he really got me going in 
ways that Mike never could. Never saw him again, the 
next year, I was to go, and he would be there, but 
Callum was demanding to be born so I did not go." 

"So, you enjoyed good sex, and that is supposed to 
shock me?" I asked. 

"Mmm no, not that. After Callum was born, I got 
pregnant with Lilly, before I went back to work, so I 
quit that job. I did hear later he had let himself go 
and was seriously overweight- so it would probably not 
have happened again." 

I nodded, seeing the same aversion to that lack of 
self-interest, or control or whatever it is that leads 
to obesity in Chloe I have in myself. This is a kind 
of intolerance, so- I am not perfect, but it is 
interesting how some things, even prejudices can be 
passed unknowingly to our children. 

"About 10 years ago now, Mike was away, you had the 
kids for a few days, remember?" I nodded, "Well, I had 
a good time I can tell you. There was a woman I knew, 
a bit older than me, invited me to her place for a 
drink. Her husband was there, and one thing led to 
another, and we ended up in bed together, all three of 
us. I had never had sex with a woman before, and was 
just tipsy enough to dare it." 

"No, you cannot use that as an excuse," I said, 
"Either you were interested or not." 

"Well, okay, I was curious rather than interested," 
she returned, "Well anyway, it was OK, I had oral sex 
with her, and it was OK, but... like... she was eating 
me and I was sucking him, then he was fucking me while 
she was sitting on my face,.. I don't know why I am 
telling you this..." she trailed off. 

"Yes, I understand, I think" I said, "You think you 
are the first to feel this sort of confusion? 
Curiosity drives all of us, and sometimes that 
curiosity is sexual. That is okay, it is, for me, 
perfectly normal. If people are not sexually curious 
or adventurous, I would think they are either so 
comfortable with themselves they are smug, or they 
have been so thoroughly brainwashed into a mono-sexual 
identity they cannot imagine a different perspective. 
Besides, I love you dearly, and I want you to 
understand that none of this matters, it is who you 
are and you are the same person I love today as the 
one I loved yesterday when I did not know all this." 

"Sure, that is a justification, but I am looking at it 
from the ethical and moralistic view," Chloe said, 
"That is why I am feeling so disgusted with myself-" 

"Whoa, hold on!" I cut her off, "Who's ethics? Who's 
morals? You cannot make that kind of judgment about 
yourself without seriously thinking about it."

"I have been, which is why I feel I am in such a mess 
- Jeezz.. look at me, going outside my marriage for a 
bit of sex with an ol-."

"Oh please," I was becoming exasperated now. "I 
thought you smarter than that! This is why we should 
not be making such judgments about ourselves, we don't 
ever get it right." Then I got the last bit, and it 
fell into place.

"Chloe, for starters stop feeling so miserable, and 
you certainly do not have to feel bad for me." I 
started, "Just out of curiosity you said the woman and 
her husband, how much older were they? And the guy 
from the conference?" 

"Don't know, just older," she replied - somewhat 
unconvincingly. 

"OK, where are we going with this confession?" I 
asked. "Is there anything else? Was this the first 
time you answered an ad in the paper?" 

She shook her head and said, "Last year. When Mom was 
so ill, you were hurting so much, I could not do much 
to help." 

"Not true, darling, you gave us so much help, me in 
particular. You helped me come to terms with it when I 
was not handling Mom's illness all that well." I knew 
by now where this was going, "So this guy last year, 
he was older too?" 

"Yes."

"About 20 years older?"

"Yes" quietly,

"About my age?" 

She stopped and a look of fear passed over her, she 
looked like she was about to run, so I took her hand. 
This, I think frightened her, and I held it tight. She 
nodded.

"Ahhh!" I sighed, "At last, we come to it, don't we. 
And this is what makes you think that I would be 
disgusted with you." She nodded, fear making her 
movements rapid and jerky. "Darling, please, I love 
you, deeply. Nothing you can say will ever change 
that." She looked at me, "And now you are a grown 
woman, and want to eat of the forbidden fruit?" Her 
eyes opened wide, "And this makes you some kind of 
sick little puppy?" I asked. She admitted it and 
nodded. 

"mmm," I said, "Well, honesty is a difficult thing." I 
did not let go of her hand. "Just as I said, I love 
you, from before you were born, when I could feel you 
in Mom's womb, forever, you will always have my love. 
I have only ever wanted to see you happy, and lead a 
fulfilled life." I stood up, pulling her gently to her 
feet, and led her into the bedroom. 


Chapter 4

She did not resist, but she was not really cooperative 
either as a led her into the bedroom. Once there, I 
kissed her, not as a father, but as a lover, as a man 
to a woman. At first she tensed, and did not return 
the kiss. "Da-ad," she said as she pulled away, "I am 
not-"

"Of course you want this, but the morals are saying 
no, aren't they?" She nodded, so I sat her on the bed, 
and not letting her go, sat beside her and put my arm 
around her shoulders. "Then think about this, we own 
our feelings. Sometimes that's good but other times 
society tells us we should feel bad about that. 

"Nonsense! We should never feel bad about what we 
feel. It is how we respond to those feelings that is 
important. If you are jealous, then act like a bitch 
to the person you are jealous of, that is not good, 
but being jealous is not a bad thing in itself. If you 
treat that person kindly, then being jealous is 
irrelevant - it is only if you treat them badly that 
it becomes important. You see that?" 

"Yes, I do, but this is different, it is morally and 
ethically outside the pale." 

"No, it is not any different, it is feeling. You have 
a sexual desire for your father. Society tells us this 
is wrong, and I disagree." My word I disagree, I went 
on to tell her that our society places a very high 
value on "self-denial", too high a value, particularly 
when it comes to sex. I laid her down, onto the bed, 
and kissed her cheek, then her lips, and she responded 
to my touch and kissed me back. "Fear, shame and guilt 
harm us deeply, but it is the fear, shame and guilt 
imposed by a society that uses self-denial as a weapon 
against anyone who steps outside the restrictions 
placed on them. Freud said as much particularly about 
keeping it inside the family." 

As I spoke I ran my hand over her breasts, gently 
squeezing them, feeling them through her blouse and 
bra. I kissed her again, and began to undo the buttons 
at the front of her blouse. "Loving someone is not a 
reason for guilt, fear or shame. Doing what you want 
to do with a person who loves you too is a better 
option than self-denial. As long as you and the other 
person are willing to bear the responsibilities and 
consequences of those actions." 

As I undid the last button and opened her blouse, I 
ran my hand across her stomach and kissing her I went 
on, "Us loving each other, making love, having sex, is 
going to be a good thing." My hand found its way back 
to her breast, and tugging at the bra strap and 
pulling the cup off one breast. I exposed one nipple 
and took it into my mouth, gumming it like I was 
suckling.  

Her breathing sharpened, her reactions more 
responsive. I began to undo the belt of her slacks and 
unzip them, worming my way through her last resistance 
as I mouthed her nipple. Her arms went around me and 
pulled my head up to hers, and kissed me, like a 
lover. "Oh I love you, Daddy, now love me like I want 
you to."  

My hand snaked gently over her stomach and under the 
released belt of her slacks. It roamed over the soft 
material of her panties feeling the contours of her 
mons. She gasped as I felt between her thighs, rubbing 
her clit through the panties as a promise of what was 
to come. I withdrew my hand and dragged my fingers 
over her skin, making her shudder in delight as I 
reached her ribs. 

I felt her fingers undoing the buttons of my shirt and 
we slowly undressed each other. Before too long we 
were naked, the first time I had seen her so since 
before puberty and she was beautiful. Her rounded 
breasts jutted firmly from her despite two kids, her 
round aureole a deeper pink colour, with nipples 
standing out from both my kissing them and her 
arousal. 

She pushed me gently to the bed, onto my back, and she 
started kissing me, taking my rampant cock in her 
small hand. "Oh my, I did not know it was so big Dad," 
she whispered, "mmm I will love having that inside 
me." If the average cock is 6inches, about 15cms 
metric, then I would be a little above average, about 
6.5-inches I think, but I have never measured it, 
never been that big an issue for me. Lot of women said 
it is big, so I took them at their word. 

Chloe kissed my neck, then my nipples, and then slid 
down to take me into her mouth. Her lips surrounded my 
dick as she sucked me, but she really had no idea what 
to do from there. The tongue did nothing, so maybe 
this is why Mike was spending more time at work - if 
that is where he really was. If she can't decently 
suck a cock by now, then what else is she not doing 
properly? Well, that would be for later, let's get 
this first time out the way and then we can spend time 
improving her technique.

I moved from where I was on the bed and tugged her 
gently so that I could lap her clit while she was 
struggling with my cock. I wiped my tongue over the 
silky mons, and onto the labia, seeking out those 
little folds of lips that would swell when fully 
aroused. I mouthed the flesh and using my tongue, 
spread her lips and then plunged into her vulva. I 
could feel the slight squashing of her clit under my 
mouth, and her little squeals of delight as I drove 
into her again and again.

Working my way over her lips again I concentrated on 
manipulating her clit, with my tongue and lips. I just 
kept doing that, taking time, varying the rhythm until 
I found one she responded well to. That was not easy 
as she did not respond all that well to much at all. 
Eventually, I found one and concentrated on that, 
after a while, she stopped trying to suck me and 
tension grew in her. I could feel the imminent release 
of orgasm mounting, and she pushed her clit into me, 
her muscles tensing, until finally, that spasm of 
contraction that was her body's way of telling me she 
had cum.   

Oh my, what had happened to my baby that she was like 
this? Difficult to make cum... but she seemed so happy 
within herself. OK, concentrate on the job in hand, or 
on the end of my dick-rather. But I had the sickening 
realisation that this could have been a mistake, 
giving her what she wanted might have a far more 
negative reaction than denying her. Oh no-that wasn't 
going to happen, I would not let it. Worry about it 
later, but for now, make it so good for her that she 
will beg for more. 

As Chloe resumed her almost sucking, I moved her a bit 
to indicate that there was a lot of hugging to be done 
now. I pulled her around until she was resting her 
head in the crook of my arm, and I was leaning over 
her slightly, kissing her. I reached down, slowly 
beginning to masturbate her. Two fingers, one each 
side of the clit in a circular motion, with a break to 
slide down and penetrate her-feeling for that mythical 
G-spot. 

Back out again, exciting the clit, then into her 
again, a rhythm, kissing her lips, her cheek, 
sometimes lightly, sometime strongly, sometimes with 
my tongue barely moving, sometimes thrusting it deeply 
into her mouth, feeling for her tongue - enticing it 
out. I licked her lips, and kissed her nose, her eyes, 
her forehead, he chin, her neck, sometimes with a 
tongue, sometimes not, making it unpredictable - 
exciting her even more. Her body began to respond to 
my massaging, her movements becoming thrusts with her 
hips, upwardly meeting my fingers as they entered her.

Within moments, Chloe came again hard, pushing upward 
to meet my fingers, being greedy, wanting more as wave 
after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. I 
kept rubbing her, making her cum again, only then did 
I relent and gently trawled my fingers over her body. 

She was gasping, out of breath, the orgasms strong 
enough to make her seriously fatigued. "Roll over," I 
said, caressing her as she rolled over. I then went to 
work on her back, a softly dragged hand over the skin 
of a woman is so erotic for most women, they can 
become so excited that a few touches of their clits 
can make them cum seriously hard. As I caressed her, I 
spoke to her about what we were doing. I told her that 
we were doing what we wanted to do. 

I asked her how long ago did she realise she had a 
desire for me? As long as she could remember but the 
first time she really noticed it was when she was 
about ten. She saw me coming out of the shower, with 
just a towel wrapped around me and she wondered what I 
looked like under the towel. When was the first time 
she had sex? With Mike, when she decided that he was 
the one she intended to marry. 

That made her about 20 then? Yes, she had not met 
anyone who could match up to me, so she did not have a 
steady boyfriend- no one until Mike. The only other 
lovers she had were the ones already discussed. Oh 
dear, I thought. How can I make this better? I 
continued caressing her, and then asked her to roll 
over onto her back. 

She did so eagerly and I continued the same gentle 
massage over the front of her body. I worked my way 
around her breasts, over them and under the breast 
line, across her stomach, then slowly worked my way 
down to her mons. At this point she took my now 
detumesced dick in her hand and started to rub it into 
life, somewhat inexpertly. Was there nothing she could 
do right? No wonder Mike was straying. Oh well, 
learning time. 

"mmm That's nice, but could you just loosen your grip 
a little," I asked, she did, "Mmm, that's better... 
too hard and I get split dick, annoying and a little 
uncomfortable. Oh yes, much better..." as my cock got 
harder. She moved herself and was trying to pull me on 
top of her, "mmno wait a moment- don't be in too much 
of a rush- take your time."

"I want it, I want it now..." Chloe said, "I can't 
wait any more. I want you inside me." 

"OK, then if it is so urgent, how about you get on 
top, and pull me into you"

The look on her face was 'What? Me.. on top' like it 
had never occurred to her to take the lead. "It's OK, 
you can get onto me, and take your time, tease me a 
little, wipe my cock around your cunt without putting 
it in, tease me, promise me and then don't do it 
straight away..." 

"What? How?" 

"Keep hold of it, and straddle me, then on your knees, 
wipe it through, between the lips and over the clit, 
then back again, direct it, then when you think I have 
had enough teasing, put it in and slowly lower 
yourself onto it. But don't be too long." I said, 
softly, cajolingly. She did that and the promise was 
enough. I was hard as she put it into her and slid 
down, slowly, onto my pole. Using her knees and thighs 
she moved up and down for a while then backwards and 
forwards, rubbing her clit on my pubes. 

"Oh yes," she said. "Oh wow! Yes, YES! YES!" as she 
came again. She collapsed onto me, her breasts falling 
onto my chest, her hair covering my face. It was 
obvious she was done, so I rolled her onto her back 
and gently started to move in and out of her, back and 
forward. She was something of a lump then, but I 
persisted, and just kept pumping. She started moving, 
but it was not synchronous with me, so I reached down 
and put my arms under the knees and lifted the up. 

This meant she could not move, unless I directed it, 
and she would have to move in time with me. I 
continued thrusting in and out, pushing my pole into 
her, she gasped and moaned and squealed as I built 
towards ejaculating. 

"Ohh I am going to cum, I am going to cum-I'm-
cumming... NOW!!" 

I shot, and shot again, and again my sack contracted 
and squirted my semen deep into her. "Oh yes Daddy, 
that was wonderful, I could feel that!" 

I let her legs go, disappointed that Chloe was so bad 
at it. Really I never had a worse fuck, not even when 
Mary and I were starting out. Mary was never afraid of 
trying something new, but Chloe, I suspect, never had 
an idea that it could be any better. 

I rolled off and made a bit of a show about being worn 
out. I put my arm under her head and kissed her again 
and again. How was I going to tell her she is actually 
quite lousy in bed? OK, start with the good things 
first. Cuddling her, I just kissed her and held her. I 
caressed her face, her beast, her body. I just held 
her. After a while, the breathing becomes more 
regular, the energy drain made her snooze, I dozed a 
little myself on and off. 


Chapter 5 

After a short time, I woke fully, refreshed, and she 
was there, in my arms. I kissed her awake, making it 
as romantic as I could. I made soft noises to attract 
her attention and when she woke fully, I asked, "How 
do you feel?" 

"Ohh, brilliant, yes that is the word, just so like... 
like..." 

"That you have been loved?"

Yes, that is it, exactly, like I have been loved."

"And you are loved. Chloe, darling, I have often found 
that the reality in fulfilling a fantasy is not as 
good as the fantasy," I started. "So how does this 
reality measure up?"

"Oh Dad, it went far beyond the fantasy." she replied, 
"I have never gotten past cumming once and here, four 
times.. four, unbelievable! No, the fantasy really did 
not measure up to the reality." Oh my, this was almost 
as bad. 

"Oh my," I started, "Why do you think that is?" 

"This is the best sex I have ever had, I have never 
thought it would be so good!" This was a surprise- 
not. 

"Why? What was so good about it?" 

"What?"

"I mean, why was it so good for you that made it so 
much better than it had ever been before?" 

"Daddy, I don't really want to think about this now. 
And you are doing it again!"

"Doing what, pray tell?"

"Every time you think I needed to learn something, you 
would just ask questions- to make me think of 
answers."

"Well, that is true here too. Darling, we did 
something great here today, and I loved it, and I want 
you do love it too, and I want to do it again, and 
again - with you. Not with anyone else, but with you."

"What about Mom?" 

"Mom understands- she might not like it being you, but 
she will not know if we do not tell her." 

"But Dad, there is another issue here, I mean-"

"Incest?" I cut her off. "Yes, but think about this, 
we would never have done this if there was no mutual 
attraction. It takes more than one to tango, does it 
not?" She nodded, "Also, and I am going to be a little 
cruel here, so sorry - If you did not have this 
attraction to me, do you think that your sex life with 
other people might have been better?" 

"Why do you ask that? Please-" She trailed off.

"Chloe, I kind of got the impression that you were 
measuring them all against me. Your mother noticed it 
long before I did, and Mike seemed to be the closest."

"She noticed?"

"Yes, and believe me, your mom had the hots for Mike 
too... she told me he was so much like me it was 
scary, and I just knew she would have bedded him if he 
made a move to do so." 

"She said that?" 

"No, but I know her well enough to understand what she 
was really saying." A look of horror passed over 
Chloe's face, "And I would have said nothing, done 
nothing, and if I caught them at it, I think I would 
have joined in." 

"Oh Dad, how can you do such a thing?" 

"Easy, I love your mother, deeply, like I love you, 
and Mike too. He is a great guy. And mom has good 
taste, why wouldn't I."

"Would you have told me?"

"Mmmm, maybe not before today, but I think I would at 
least discuss the possibility now."

"Are you saying this has happened?" 

"No, it has not happened, but I am trying to get over 
to you my attitude about love and sex and romance and 
fucking." I said. "Our lovemaking has changed who we 
were an hour and a half ago, to who we are now. The 
changes that we might find inside ourselves now are, I 
think, for the better, because we are not denying who 
we are, we are celebrating it. Is your life better 
now, having fulfilled a desire you have held for many 
years I think?" 

"Oh, look- again with the learning thing. Can we 
discuss this later, all I want right now is to have 
you hold me and tell me it is going to be OK." 

"Of course," I said as I hugged, "It is not just going 
to be OK, it is going to be much, MUCH better than 
that." I said that will all the conviction of belief I 
could muster. 

I let her know that if she did not think so, then she 
would be able to see the honesty in the face of my 
belief. 

"I believe this so that I want to meet you here, 
again, next Monday. I want you, and I want you naked 
and in my arms, I want you in bed, loving you and I 
want you to love me, to give your love to me and in 
doing so, find that you can love anyone you like. You 
can love Mike and the kids and there is enough room in 
your heart to love me as well." 

"Monday? Just Monday?"

"No, Since mom got ill, you know I have been working 
part time. It suited us then, and still does and my 
boss is happy to continue that, especially since I 
told him I was going to retire in a couple of years. 
So, I get Thursdays off, but one day a week with you 
is not enough, I want more. So Monday evenings, I can 
be here about 7:30 or so, can you get here?"

"I suppose I can, the kids are old enough to put 
themselves to bed, Mike can look after them, and they 
know I am in and out at odd hours anyway between one 
thing and another," she replied. 

"Good, then you OK now?" 

"Yes, I am good, I know I am a lot better. All have to 
do is work out what problems this might bring up."

"Remember, Freud said that denial of the incest-object 
is causing more harm than good, and I suggest in your 
case, this has had a seriously negative impact on your 
life. So now we are going to work together to make it 
a lot better." 

I kissed her, and caressed her again, and then started 
to masturbate her again. "Oh Dad, that is nice, but 
time..."

"There is always time enough for love my darling. Now 
I don't have the stamina to get it up again anymore, 
but I can do this for you." I continued fingering the 
soft folds of her cunt until she came again, and 
kissed her as she did so. My fingers were now covered 
with our mixed cum and I made extra sure there was 
really enough on them for her to slurp. "Try this," I 
said as I placed my finger on her lips. She opened her 
mouth and took them in, but then pulled back, "Oh dad! 
That is not nice." 

"What?" I was genuinely surprised. "Those fingers have 
been inside me and are covered with your cum, you want 
me to lick them? No way!"

"What?" I was really surprised now "It is the same as 
giving a guy a blow job. Only there is the added 
flavour of you on my fingers as well." 

"Well, I have never given a guy a blow job, yes I 
might have sucked a dick or two, but never had any guy 
cum in my mouth Ugh! That is disgusting." 

"Ahhh.. well then, perhaps we need to talk about this. 
sometimes darling, just giving someone something 
without expectation of return is a wonderful thing to 
do."

"Yes, but not blow jobs," she retorted.

"Then we should start at the beginning. Anyway, leave 
it to Monday and we can look at the whole love and sex 
thing." 

"Oh dad, please..." she pleaded.

"Think about us making love, father and daughter. It 
looks to me like I have been your incest-object, and 
denial of that act, until now, has caused you a lot of 
angst about sex. So I want to understand just what has 
happened, and how can we get around it. I see you 
hurting, in ways I never knew, or understood, now I 
want to help. You and me, together, in love - not 
fear, or shame, or hurt. Does that make sense?" She 
nodded. "Alright, then if we can be completely honest 
and open with each other, then it might help us 
understand what we are doing here and why we are doing 
it and why we are like we are and more importantly, 
how we can keep doing this without it negatively 
affecting our other lives, our partners, and kids. 
OK?" She nodded again. 

"I am not going to say this is easy, nor is it going 
to be, but we have to trust each other with the most 
intimate details of our lives, even when we do not 
want to. There can be nothing that is out of bounds 
for each of us, OK?"

"OK, then I am going to ask the first questions. Has 
mom slept with Mike?"

"No, and we discussed this already - I was being 
truthful then and I am now. Mom was interested, but 
she would never have acted on that interest. I think 
however, she might have suspected your interest in me 
though. Again, she would never say anything, but she 
would have understood it." 

"You said you and mom did a threesome, another woman 
or a man?" 

"Both actually." Chloe's eyes opened wide in surprise. 
"But that is a longer story, so leave it until Monday. 
Right now, it is time for us to go and have a shower, 
then I am going to pick up my grand-kids for my 
daughter who is going to be home waiting for them."

We went our own ways after the shower, and I saw 
Chloe's kids and took them home where I saw their 
mother. I hugged her, as a father, and when the kids 
went into the lounge, I kissed her like a lover. "See 
you on Monday," I whispered and she nodded. It was 
going to be OK - not easy at first, but OK.


Chapter 6

It seemed an interminable wait until Monday evening, 
we had no plans for the weekend apart from spending 
time with Peter and his family on Sunday. It all went 
slowly, and but Monday afternoon I was wanting to get 
to the apartment. On the way home from work, I stopped 
and purchased some extra towels and sheets. I also got 
an extra door key cut for Chloe. At the right time, I 
made my excuses and went off to a meeting I normally 
go to on a Monday, and went to the apartment. I put 
some coffee on and waited for Chloe. 

Seven-thirty came, and went and no Chloe. I was 
considering sending her a text message, but decided to 
wait a little while yet. About 10 minutes later, I 
heard a knock on the door, and let her in. I must 
admit to a certain amount of relief. 

"Hi Dad." 

"Hello, darling Chloe. Come in." 

As soon as I closed the door, I hugged her, and kissed 
her and she returned the kiss like any woman would to 
her lover. I ran my hand over her firm ass and 
squeezed it, pulling her pelvis into me. She returned 
my hug and quietly said, "Oh I have been looking 
forward to this all weekend." 

"That's good darling, and I want you naked in the 
shower." I said, "Talk first or after?" After, please, 
fucking first... "In the shower, kinky.." she said. 
Good.. practice for her. 

I undressed her as we were walking towards the shower, 
scattering her clothes along the way. My jacket, shirt 
and trousers came off and I was as naked as her, 
waiting for the hot water to run. I began touching her 
breasts, her mons, her ass, running my fingers over 
the intimate cracks of her body, kissing her and 
arousing her- preparing her for what was going to 
happen. 

She responded better and this time she took hold of my 
hardening cock, gently rubbing it with little 
encouragement from me. We got into the shower and wet 
each other, I took the soap and washed my chest and 
belly, and lathered her breasts and stomach. I then 
hugged her and squirmed, slowly gyrating and 
undulating my body over hers. She laughed in delight 
at how that felt for her, the sensuousness of lathered 
skin sliding over hers was a turn on.

I played with her breasts, and washing them with the 
running water, suckled her erect nipples. I took the 
soap and lathered it in my hand, and reaching down, I 
washed her mons and vagina thoroughly, as I was 
masturbating her. Chloe leaned back to allow me better 
access to her sex, and she thrust her hips forward to 
match my fingers. 

All the time, the water from the shower was washing 
over us, and rinsing the lather from her. I made sure 
there was no lather left, and I kissed her, then her 
nipples, then lowering myself, her stomach, then her 
mons, then reaching my tongue as far as it could go, I 
aimed for her clit. Again Chloe leaned back to allow 
me better access and the water cascaded over both of 
us. After a few moments, I rammed my tongue out as far 
as I could get it, and felt her shuddering at its 
touch. 

I put my fingers into her, feeling my way up into the 
vulva, pushing aside the folds of blood-engorged skin 
that indicated arousal. The slid in easily, so I 
stood, turning her around, and bending her over, 
forcing her to spread her legs, I thrust my rock hard 
tool into her. I did not want to cum in the shower, 
but it was ok if she did. 

She responded by pushing her hips back into me, a 
better rhythm than she had used the last time we 
fucked. I just got into my stride, stroking in and 
out, pushing into her, making her gasp when the water 
went cold. "Damn," I cried, "Just when I-" I reached 
over and quickly turned the taps off. 

It pulled out a couple of to wells and began to dry 
Chloe off, as she did me. I paid particular attention 
to her breasts and points south. When satisfied, I 
took her hand and led her again, to the bedroom, my 
cock pointing the way. I laid her on the bed and 
immediately kissed her mouth, her breasts and then 
began to orally massage her clit again. In a few 
minutes, she began to pump her hips. I stopped licking 
her and moving around, I laid on top of her. I felt my 
prick pushing against the folds of her cunt, and 
looking for its own way in. 

I thrust into her again and she moaned with the 
pleasure she felt. After a few thrusts, I pulled out 
and made my way back down her body, kissing her again. 
I kissed her mons and my tongue again found her clit, 
and I licked her again, into a frenzy, this time. She 
moaned and shook as I pushed my tongue into her, again 
and again. 

I licked her clit, then kissed her mons, making my way 
back up and allowed my cock to gain find its way into 
her. Again and again, I pushed into her, sending my 
pre-cum into her, making her as wet as I could. I 
pulled out again, this time to her annoyance, I 
thought. I again kissed my way down to her clit and 
again pushed my tongue into her, on her clit, into her 
vulva until this time, I kept it up until she cum on 
my mouth. 

Licking every bit of her juices from her, I put my 
fingers into her, and made sure that she was again wet 
and prepared for another assault by my cock. I kissed 
my way back up and again, my cock pushed its way into 
her. Chloe gasped at again at my cock inside her. I 
pushed my cum glistening fingers into her mouth, then 
kissed her, trapping my fingers with my tongue. I 
rocked backwards and forwards on her, my cock sliding 
in and out while she was the passive receptacle. 

This is hard work, I thought, but at least, she is not 
resisting me. Again, I pulled out of her and slid down 
to engulf her honey pot with my mouth. Again, I worked 
on her and made her cum, and this was enough- for the 
moment. 

I did not mount her again, instead I lay alongside 
her, holding her, kissing and caressing her. "Oh dad, 
you are amazing." she gasped. "I think you have given 
me more orgasms in the last five days than I have had 
in the last five years." 

"Oh baby, please, it's not that bad?" 

"Yes daddy, it has been. I can't seem to get really 
into it with anyone else. For the first time in my 
life, I really felt like I was a real sexual person 
instead of a blowup doll." 

My heart was breaking for her. For over twenty years 
she had not had a decent sex life, and poor Mike. As a 
husband, he must really be feeling like a failure. He 
must love her, otherwise he would have been out the 
door long ago. I hugged her and did not say the 
obvious, instead I took her hand and asked her if she 
would do me a favour. "Anything," she said. 

"I want you to suck me, but I want you to do it in a 
particular way."

"Oka-ay," she said a little hesitantly. I took two of 
her fingers and brought them to my mouth, "Like this," 
I said, "I want to you push it between your lips, and 
then as the knob enters your mouth, use your tongue on 
it. Like this." 

I put her fingers into my mouth a small part at a time 
and then as they entered, showed her how she could lap 
the underside of the knob, drawing more of it into her 
mouth. I asked her to practice on my fingers, first, 
before try it for real. She did, and while not quite 
getting it right, it was close enough. I asked her 
then to practice that technique, on me. She nodded and 
I moved so she could kneel between my legs, holding my 
stiffening dick. 

"Now look at it, really look at it, look at the 
structure of the knob and see the rim, where it draws 
upward, and forms an inverted V, that is the most 
sensitive area of the dick, that is what I would like 
you to be lapping." Slowly, uncertainly, she tried it, 
and while she was hesitant, the effect was stronger 
than it was the last time she had done it. 

I told her to bob her head up and down slowly, taking 
in as much as was comfortable, and as she lifted up, 
to breath out, then when at the full height, take a 
quick breath through her nose and hold while she moved 
her head down and drew more of my cock in. 

Also, as she does so, to use her tongue, lapping the 
glans and rolling it around the rim of the glans. Oh 
yeah! That was a lot better, slowly and with growing 
confidence, Chloe practiced the technique and it 
wasn't long before she was really very good at it. Oh 
my, she was getting really good now. More confidence, 
more practice and she was going to be great at sucking 
cock. 

To give her a real boost, I said, "Oh darling, you are 
going to have to stop or you will have me cumming in 
your mouth." She immediately lifted her head and left 
the glistening cock under her hand. "Just gently blow 
on it, quickly, the air moving over the shaft and knob 
will cool it down, otherwise I might just cum anyway." 
She blew gently, cooling the knob, did not make a lot 
of difference, mind you, I was still a way off of 
cumming, but it would make her feel a bit more 
confident about her technique. 

"I have never tried that before, does that work well 
with men?" She asked. "Sure does," I replied, "but 
some are better at resisting it, than others, 
controlling the sensation that makes us cum." She was 
a little thoughtful, so she was thinking about 
applying it elsewhere already. Mike was in for a 
surprise, perhaps. 

Chloe was on a roll now, she went back to sucking my 
cock, practicing the technique we discussed, making 
little slurping noises occasionally, and she was 
getting better. More and more of my cock was sliding 
down her throat. She went too far a couple of times 
and gagged, but I thought she was smart enough to 
figure out how to get past that problem. Eventually 
she did, but it took a lot of very enjoyable practice 
before she was able to suck dick like a professional. 

Every time I stopped her, she blew on my cock. On her 
own initiative, she bent her head and picked up one of 
my balls by her lips and tongued it, then the other 
one. WTF? I did not mention it, she was getting the 
idea I thought. After a minute or so of this, she went 
back to sucking me. Jeez.. she was getting better with 
practice. 

I needed a distraction so I told her to come back to 
me and we would do a sixty-niner. Even then she was 
showing an improved skill, and I had to seriously 
concentrate on making her cum again or she would be 
wearing a pearl necklace. I lick and masturbated her, 
I put my fingers inside her and licked her clit at the 
same time, I finally put my pinkie into her asshole, 
and then she came. That was so unexpected she just 
lost control and she seemed to convulse in a spasm of 
pleasure. Her moans were strong and deep- I had never 
heard anyone cum like that before, it was scary. 

After she calmed down, and relaxed, her breathing 
still a jagged gasp, she said "Damn," gasp..gasp, "I 
thought I," gasp gasp, "Was going to have," 
gasp..gasp, "a heart attack. Jeez," gasp gasp, "that 
was just so strong and hard..." gasp gasp. "That is 
why," gasp gasp, "I just love," gasp gasp, "fucking 
you Dad." Gasp gasp...

Flattering for sure, and showing some promise, and 
risk, for the future, but let's get through the 
necessary crap first, she has to give someone a 
complete blow job. 

When she caught her breath, and was lying relaxed on 
the bed, I turned her over and positioned her on all 
fours, near the edge of the bed. I can't balance on a 
bed all that well, and I found that with Chloe on her 
hands and knees, I could easily enter her from behind, 
do her doggie style. 

I stood behind her, and entered her easily, my pubes 
pounded on the soft skin of her ass. "Ooooh baby, I am 
not going to last long here, I can tell you! I looked 
down to seem my hardened cock sliding in and out of 
her. I spread the cheeks of her ass to get a better 
view, and I could watch that well lubricated tool 
doing what it does best, filling a cunt with sweet 
cream. Harder and harder I rammed my rod into her, 
feeling the impending climax grow. 

I pushed and pulled, I grunted and groaned, and 
clamped all my muscles to prolong the moment of 
ejaculation and I held, I held it until I could hold 
it no more then I exploded. I felt the hot semen 
forcing its way down the length of my pipe, the knob 
swelling beyond the limits, Chloe squealed as she felt 
my steaming cum flow into her. 

Again I shot a load, then a lesser shoot and all too 
soon, it was over. I could feel my cock deflating 
inside her. I pulled out and watched large drops of 
semen fall out of her, streaming down her legs, 
strings still connecting my cock to her cunt. Taking a 
deep breath, I flopped onto my back on the bed, as 
Chloe fell forward.  

Exhausted at last, I looked at the clock and saw that 
it was now after 9:00. We had been at it for well over 
an hour, including the shower. In that time, I made 
her cum three times. Jesus, I have never done that 
before, been so determined to make sure my partner cum 
as many times as I could before emptying my semen into 
her. 

Chloe was special. I did not want her to go all crazy 
on me destroying her life with an incestuous 
relationship with her father, nor did I want her to 
destroy her life by continuing to compare every man in 
her life with me, the incest-object. 

I suspect Freud was crazy but he did get it partly 
right about denial of the "incest object". We should 
not be worried by incest any more, reliable 
contraception has put paid to the old reality of 
deformed babies. The Egyptian experience, as well as 
remote communities, showed that it's not the first 
generation that is the problem it is subsequent 
generations. 

The reduction of the gene pool is guaranteed to 
produce weaker offspring, but no more. In this case, I 
had had a vasectomy over thirty years ago, Peter was a 
difficult birth and a year later, Mary had an ectopic 
pregnancy. Our doctor suggested a salpingectomy or a 
vasectomy, so after discussion, we decided that we 
would each go through the respective procedures and 
make doubly sure. 

We can see the emotionally walking wounded all around 
us, every day. We read of their exploits, suicides, 
multiple murders, road rage- in fact, I would go so 
far as to say that our social practice of self-denial 
is the single most emotionally destructive aspect of 
our lives. That is why Freud is partly right, why I am 
quite willing to be my daughter's lover - because I do 
not believe in self-denial. Having said that, I 
qualify that with the ethical argument that I have no 
intrinsic right to impose my will on others in my lack 
of self-denial. 

Therefore, I must treat others with respect and 
kindness, and if I pursue them, then they have the 
right to reject any advance I make and I must honour 
that rejection. That is, in part, what the walking 
wounded do not get I suspect- I know, I used to be one 
of them.

When younger, I was adventurous, as was Mary, we 
explored sex and sexuality, but we were constantly 
running into the idea that if we were adventurous, 
curious, there must be something wrong with us. We 
started out as individuals who became partners in 
crime, but the more mature we became, the more 
adventurous we grew. This is what I wanted to Chloe to 
understand- love without guilt, it is terribly 
liberating. 

While lying in bed with this beautiful, naked woman, I 
began asking her questions, reminding her of our 
agreement for openness and honesty. "So, what have you 
been thinking for the last few days?" 

"Our fucking. Incest, is now out in the open between 
us. I looked up that Freud thing you mentioned, the 
quote is actually 'the prohibition against incestuous 
object-choice, perhaps the most maiming wound ever 
inflicted throughout the ages on the erotic life of 
man.' It's from his work, 'Civilization and its 
Discontents'. I found it on the Internet. I am not 
sure if you have taken that out of context, because 
Freud looks like someone who dislikes and distrusts 
women." 

"He was certainly very confused about them, that is 
true, but like the men of his age, and the next 
generation, our parents, he absorbed basic Christian 
doctrine and found it hard to get away from that. 
Virtue has its own reward, and what is virtue? 
Whatever Christian doctrine says it is, like self-
denial. How many of the early saints were canonised 
for castrating themselves? More than a few I expect. 
Even today, we have so many people who are so 
frightened by puberty they never get over it. They are 
in a constant state of denial of their own and 
everyone else's sexuality, they become real assholes, 
afraid of everything that is outside their "norm", a 
large part of which is sex. 

"Freud made a lot of good observations but was too 
obsessed with death, 'The goal of life is death,' he 
said. Rubbish, the goal of life is life, passing life 
to the next generation, creating new life, death is 
the destination of life. He managed to confuse the 
issues and that let a lot of other people in to 
reinterpret the ideas of 'permissiveness', sexuality 
and so on in too restrictive terms. That is why I say 
he made good observations but did not follow them up 
with consistently open and enlightened theories." 

"But, wait a moment, he did not have the work done by 
Jane Goodall, her conclusion was that sons avoided 
their mothers as sexual partners."

"Yes, but I am not that familiar with Goodall's work. 
On the surface, I would ask if she was extrapolating 
her findings to cover all possible combinations, 
father-daughter, siblings, or if they react the same 
ways." 

"I am not sure, either" she replied. 

"Let's, for argument sake, suggest that it is across 
the board. This might apply to primates, or fish, or 
frogs, but I doubt nature is so particular. I would 
suspect that sibling matings are common, that father-
daughter matings are not as common. The alpha male in 
the tribe will not, I suggest, be an unwilling parent 
to a sibling's offspring. But offspring are not an 
issue for us, so we can indulge, if we want to." 

"Dad, the sex has been great, and that is the only 
reason I came tonight. My body is telling me to be 
here, but my head is telling me this is wrong." 

"Even with Freud?" 

"Even with Freud!"

"And what does your heart tell you?" 

"It is not my head making these decisions, but what 
lies between my thighs is really driving me." 

"Mmm, then how about we look at the sex. If your body 
is telling you it's great, then there must be 
something that is happening right for you. You said 
you have cum more times with me than you have for the 
last five years. Why do you think that is?"

I don't know, well I am not sure. I have never really 
enjoyed sex. Other women tell me that having a man 
inside them is something wonderful, but I have never 
really understood what they meant- until now."

"So what is different? Why is it different with me?" 

"Don't know. Honestly. I don't know." she replied, 
"What about you? When was the first time you had sex?" 

"With your mother, She was my first lover, the night 
she told me she would marry me. I thought we were 
lucky that she did not get pregnant, but mom had gone 
on the pill a couple of months before, so we were OK." 
I told her. "We started together and we learned 
together, but it wasn't until after you and Peter were 
born that we started exploring with other people. Then 
it took on a whole new perspective."

"What happened?" 

"We- no, I had an affair when Mom was ill after the 
false pregnancy, and I felt so lousy about it that it 
had a negative effect on our relationship. It was 
later when I started to realise that it wasn't the 
affair that was the problem, but it was how I felt 
about it that was. I am told, by society, that I was 
"cheating", that what I was doing was "wrong". 

How could something that felt so good, so right be 
wrong? It took me a while to get it and then there was 
this guy at work. He was just so screwed up about who 
he was, what he was. He was obviously gay, and at that 
time, it was very difficult to be a gay man. He 
suicided because he could not reconcile who he was 
with what he was feeling and the way that society was 
telling him how he should live his life. I thought 
then that if society can cause this nice young man to 
feel so bad that he took his own life, then society 
must be wrong."  

"This is not the same thing Dad, I am not gay and the 
world has changed since then."

"Why is it not the same thing? Why are you not gay? 
You have had sex with a woman, did you not enjoy it?"

"It was-mm OK, but not brilliant if that is what you 
mean."

"No, not really. It is about the emotional questions 
being thrown up. Like this kid, he felt terrible all 
the time. Yet, the physical- the sex, the lovemaking, 
the orgasms, they are the ephemeral things, once done, 
they pass. It is the emotions that linger, the 
feelings we always have difficulty in controlling that 
cause us the most harm. But those emotional issue may 
not be so difficult to control, if we understand the 
sources of those feelings." 

"I am not sure I am following you here. What has this 
got to do with us fucking?" 

"OK, I will get to it, let's start with this idea. 
Remember a BBC show called "The Human Body?" 

"No, not really." 

"Robert Winston, a doctor of some kind, did this TV 
series for the BBC." She nodded, "And in it one of the 
episodes dealt with adult sexuality. All very 
scientific, all moral and such, but informative none-
the-less." She nodded again. "How do I smell?" 

"What?" 

"How do I smell, as good as Mike? Better? Not as good? 
I mean, without deodorant, how does Mike smell in the 
morning?"

"Pretty good, actually. And you are good too. I have 
always loved your smell, and that is a point in common 
you have with him." 

"Maybe that is what attracted Mom... mmmm," I said, 
"Look Winston was suggesting we don't know how much of 
a role smell plays in our selection of a mate, but 
apparently it is a factor. So if I smell as good as, 
or almost as good as, Mike, then that makes me a 
desirable incest-object. What about Peter?"

"Nah, never considered it. He does not smell all that 
much and is not made more attractive as a result. He 
smells a lot like Mom, and nowhere near as good as 
you."

"Whereas you also smell a lot like Mom," I said, 
"Which is really good as well." 

"So what are you suggesting? We have no control over 
who we pick as sex partners at all- it is really only 
hormonal?"

"Not at all. It is a conscious decision who we 
actually have sex with, but it is made using the 
available information and applying a criteria. It is 
the same as we make all decisions - just we do not 
always understand the criteria. When it comes to 
sexual partners, we humans have managed to separate 
sex from procreation. I do not know if other primates 
have done it, but we are the only ones who can 
deliberately, knowingly, control the reproduction 
process. This alone has caused us to reconsider what 
we think of the previous rules regarding sex- but we 
still manage to get it wrong." 

"How does this get to us?"

"If we are producing babies, then incest is a huge 
error, and rightly frowned upon. The guy in Austria or 
Switzerland whatever, with his daughter, oh, that was 
wrong on so many levels." 

"And how is that any different to us?" 

"Ahhh that is where the issue lies doesn't it?" She 
nodded. "We are very different. In our case we are 
already two consenting adults, we have no intention of 
producing a child, and couldn't even if we wanted to, 
we are here entirely for our own purposes-"

"Recreational sex, you mean?" 

"If you like, but I am not sure I go along with it." 

"In what way do you not like it?"

"Are you describing yourself as a slut?"

"If that is what recreational sex would imply for you 
then.'

"I don't see it that way, or like using that word. Guy 
has lots of sex, he is a babe-magnet, or a stud, girl 
is a slut. Why? That is part of the old moralist rules 
we really need to rid ourselves of." I described.

"Those rules have worked so far." 

"Those rules have not worked so far." I suggested. "We 
do not all subscribe to those rules, that we are here, 
naked, after making love attests to that." We needed 
to move on from there. I began stroking her breasts, 
making her nipples stand up. "Just understand, we 
chose to make our own rules, to ignore Society's 
rules, and as long as we are discreet, we can do 
anything we want." She reached down and began took my 
limp cock in her hand, "As long as we are not caught," 
she said, "I want to do it with you." 

Phew... that was hard, I thought, she is not going to 
go all guilty on me. I moved over slightly and began 
to masturbate her, gently rubbing her clit, feeling 
her react to it in a more relaxed and sensual manner. 
She spread her legs, giving me better access as I ran 
my fingers over the cum soaked vagina and buried them 
into her vulva. I kept this motion up for a while, 
kissing her face, her lips, her breasts, then went 
back to massaging her clit. She pumped her hips into 
my hand in a slow and rhythmic movement, complementing 
what I was doing. It was then I made up my mind to do 
something I had never done before.

Kissing her breasts, I moved my lips down, across her 
ribs, onto her stomach. I could not leave my fingers 
where they were, I had to move them, and with a final 
flick over her mons, I positioned myself to replace my 
fingers with my tongue. I ran it over her trimmed 
pubes, and down into the sweet spot, aiming directly 
for the now hardened button that was her pleasure 
enter. 

I forced her legs open even further and continued 
downward, running my tongue over the soft folds of her 
labia. I buried my tongue into her tasting the 
slightly metallic mix of my previous deposit of semen 
and her love juices. I had never eaten my own cum 
before, and while it was not overly tasty, it wasn't 
too bad. 

I continued on, forcing her legs open further and 
upward a little, and reached the puckered muscle of 
her asshole. I replaced my fingers on her clit, 
pressing and rubbing it while I tongued her ass. "Ohh 
Daddy! I'm cumming... I'm cumming!" She shook all over 
and spasmed into orgasm. Waves of pleasure took over 
her body. as she collapsed into post-orgasmic 
weariness.  

Within a few minutes she was up and taking my hand 
into hers, she brought my fingers to her mouth. She 
licked them up and down in a slow, sensual manner, 
licking the accumulated cum off them. "Dad," she said, 
"If you can do that, then I can try." "I have never 
done that before," I said, "See what you do to me? You 
really make me want to do things with a woman I have 
never done before." 

"You can do anything you want with me," she said. "I 
love you Dad."

"And I love you Chloe, and more," I said, "I desire 
you, I want you in ways..." I stopped.

"Yeah, me too. But come on, it is after 10:00, we 
better make a move." We went into the bathroom and 
shared another shower. In the shower I asked her to 
think of some questions and some answers to questions 
I might want to ask.

At the door of the apartment, we kissed and went our 
own ways after promising to meet again on Thursday. I 
had something in mind for her on Thursday. 

Chapter 7.

Thursday came and I was ready with a blindfold for 
international travellers I purchased at the local 
airport. I also bought a brand new vibrator from an 
adult shop. It was a super deluxe model, with large 
and smaller prongs and a small tickler on one side. I 
could have the large prong inside Chloe while a piece 
was tickling her clit and another small prong to slide 
into her ass. I was not going to fuck her, but I 
wanted to make her cum, several times, then she was 
going to blow me. 

Chloe came in, using the key I had given her and after 
a hug and a kiss, a deep lingering kiss, full of 
promise, I told her I had something special in mind 
today, but later. I asked her how her week was going 
so far. She told me she tried that same sucking 
technique on Mike last night and he just about came on 
the spot. "He asked where I learned that and I told 
him it was amazing what you can find online if you 
look for it, and sometimes even when you do not look 
for it." she said. "He just loved it and told me to 
keep reading." 

"Why not?" I asked, "He loves you very much, and if 
you are going to learn to please him, then he will be 
a lot more attentive I suspect." 

"We shall see, but that might cause a problem for us, 
will it not?" 

"Not at all," I replied. "Mike is a great guy, and has 
a relationship with you that I cannot have, but I am a 
different person, we can have a different 
relationship." She digested this, and before she could 
say anything, I went on, "We have been given a set of 
rules by society, we find those rules do not work for 
us, so we are re-writing them to be more meaningful, 
more applicable to us and for us. I love your mother, 
I love you and Mike, Peter and Sally, all the kids and 
when they have kids I hope to be alive long enough to 
know them and love them too."

"But you are not going to have sex with them all, are 
you?" 

"No, but so what? I love you differently than I do 
Mom, I love you differently than I did Audrey." 

"Audrey? Mom's friend?" 

"Audrey, but Mom's lover, and my friend." 

"Mom? A lesbian?" 

"No, Mom, who had a lesbian relationship with my 
occasional lover." I said. I knew this was going to be 
touchy. "Look, Mom had a sexual relationship with 
Audrey. It started as a threesome, and I had sex with 
Audrey from time to time, when invited, but mainly it 
was your mother- and I did not mind a bit. I loved 
Audrey." 

"I can't believe it, Mom and Audrey!" Why not? I 
asked, "She was beautiful. What I did not know was 
that she was more interested in Mom than she was me. 
Apparently she suggested to Mom we have a threesome, 
and I was up to it then. I thought it was me she was 
after, but it was Mom. 

"The first time, Audrey touched Mom's breasts it was a 
real turn on for both of us, then it just went further 
until I realised that Audrey was only fucking me 
because that was the only way she thought she could 
have sex with Mom. By this time, Mom and Audrey were 
getting right into it and we discussed it, Audrey 
admitted it and I stepped back. 

"Mary didn't mind at all, Audrey was a good lover and 
gave her things that I couldn't so I encouraged her to 
keep the relationship going, as long as I could join 
in occasionally and they did. Audrey found a more 
permanent thing, after she understood Mary was not 
going to leave me for her so it came to an end. But it 
was in love, not in angst, or hate, or anything else. 
I kind of liked Audrey's new girlfriend and she also 
gave us something - an understanding about how we can 
love so many different people. It is called polyamory 
now, but then it was just open relationships." 

"Loving many?" 

"Yes, loving many. I love you, I love Mom, and I will 
love as many different people in my life, some of whom 
I will have sex with, most I won't, but that does not 
mean I love them less." 

"So what you are saying then, Dad, is you are looking 
for a way to balance all these loves in your life out. 
The heart is big enough to encompass all these 
different loves without causing conflict?"

"Yes, basically. How can we develop a love that is not 
exclusive, not based in jealousy, or fear of loss, or 
insecurity? We do not even have the language for that. 
How can we meet and not feel somewhat uncomfortable 
when we are with other people?" 

"How can we carry on as normal when we know a lot more 
than we should?" "Yes, so I am proposing a simple 
exercise. We just meet for dinner at home, Saturday." 

"No, it's our turn, we are going out for dinner. I 
will call Mom tomorrow, after talking to Mike. Pete 
and Sally can join us and the kids can all stay with 
us." "Sounds like a plan. OK, call her and Sally and 
make all the arrangements." "Done, now, you told me 
about Mom and Audrey, what about you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked knowing full well what she 
expected. "Did you ask Mom to do a lesbian thing for 
you?" "Well, yes, I did." "Did you have another man 
threesome?" 

"Yes, we did." 

"And what happened, did you do a gay thing for Mom." 
Here it was, "Yes, I did. It was actually easier than 
I thought it would be too." "So what did you do?" 

"Oral, and mutual masturbation." 

"Oral?" 

"Yes, where do you think I learned how to get my dick 
sucked. This guy was really good at it, and taught me, 
so I passed that to you. I had to do it to him and 
that was really educational."

Chloe thought about it for a while and said, "Mike 
asked me a long time ago about doing a lesbian 
threesome, and I refused. Perhaps I should have said 
yes." 

"Before or after your actual experience?" 

"Long before that." I told her that we come to these 
things when we are ready for them, not before. If she 
had tried it before then, it would probably have been 
a disaster. "You needed the liberating experience we 
have here now for you to really become a sexual person 
I suspect." 

"That is a little arrogant isn't it? You think because 
I am fucking you that I am liberated?" 

"No, not at all, try not to be so judgmental. I think 
from what you have said, that you have been unable to 
fully experience the sexual aspect of your life, would 
that be right?" She nodded, hesitantly. "Since we made 
love the first time, you have been able to surprise 
your other sexual partner with better oral sex. True?" 

"Yes." 

"OK, if you can continue to trust me, you are going to 
become more relaxed about sex with your partners and 
that is going to make it better. Hopefully, you are 
going to be able to cum just about every time you have 
sex with anyone - let alone Mike. Now I am going to 
put that trust on offer. Strip!" I ordered her. 

Chloe was surprised, but she stood and started to 
strip. We were still in the lounge and her clothes 
came off one piece at a time. It was clear she had not 
done this before. Her movement was minimal, self-
conscious and clumsy. There was no music to help her, 
nothing she could use to help her time things. Yet, I 
still felt my own arousal at watching her exposing 
parts of herself - she is that beautiful. 

Standing there, when completely naked before me, I 
wanted to reach out to her, to pull her to me and 
plunge my tongue into the soft folds of her downy 
mons- but that was going to have to wait. I held up 
the blindfold. She looked at me quizzically, but I did 
not say anything, just held it out. She shrugged, 
causing her breasts to shimmy invitingly. 

Chloe reached out and took the blindfold putting it 
on. If by no other means, Chloe demonstrated that she 
trusted me not to hurt her, and this, I think, was the 
single largest step forward we had made since the 
first time we came to the apartment. 

After buying the vibrator, I found a couple of other 
things, a feather boa once used as a prop in a '30s 
fancy dress evening Mary and I had attended. A stick 
and some soft cotton rope I had once used on Mary and 
she on me. And one more thing, a gag. I turned Chloe 
around and gently tied her hands behind her back. She 
stiffened at the first touch of the rope, but then 
relaxed as I spoke gently in her ear. She was to be 
completely helpless before me, entirely dependent on 
my favor. 

Chloe had always been independent, and I was taking 
that away from her, in a sexual manner. This was 
either going to be a real turn on, or a real turn off 
for her, and I am not sure if she would do the same to 
me. I then touched her lips with the gag, forcing her 
mouth open to accept the soft ball between her teeth. 
She said nothing, but I am sure the surprise for her 
was great, but there was no trepidation at what was 
going to happen next. 

I sat her on the sofa and spread her legs as far as I 
could exposing every part of her now glistening cunt, 
before placing the wooden bar behind her knees. I tied 
the rod into place, then laid her back her arms 
underneath her, her knees in the air. I then tied the 
center of the rod to a loop around the back of her 
neck, making sure the knees would not drop down, even 
after cumming several times. At this point her sex was 
fully exposed, as was her puckered ass, and the juices 
were just flowing. I leaned over and inserted two of 
my fingers into her, using my thumb to excite the 
clit. She was more than ready for the vibrator even 
before my fingers, but I was checking. 

I had taken the vibrator out of its packaging earlier 
and given it a thorough cleaning in preparation of its 
use. I applied a little lube to it and turned it on, 
wiping it on her open vagina and over the clit. Chloe 
moaned tensed at the touch, but I continued to play it 
over her. I made sure she could feel it as a vibrator, 
and I slowly inserted it into her. Again she tensed as 
I inserted it, but she again relaxed and began to push 
upward as best she could, eagerly accepting the 
vibrating length inside her. 

Slowly I put it into her, gently extending the 
pleasure as much as I could until the second, softer, 
prong underneath touched her asshole. The thrill of it 
made her moan so I left it there, touching her asshole 
for a short while. As she relaxed, I said, "I am going 
to put it in now, relax" And she did. I pushed it a 
little, dong my best to aim the smaller prong into the 
opening. I pushed a little more, forcing it to open 
her up to allow more of the larger prong into her cunt 
and the smaller one to glide into her asshole. I kept 
it slowly entering her, until the topmost tickler was 
nearly wiping over her clit. 

"Ready now? it is going to happen now!" I said gently, 
as I pushed the last bits forward, deeper into her. 
The tickler touched her clit and the spasms of orgasm 
just swept through her. Her groans and grunts and 
squeals muffled by the gag came through strongly. But 
I did not stop, I pulled the vibrator out of her, 
until the tickler was just off the clit, then pushed 
it into her again and again, and again. 

In what seemed a really short space of time, she came 
again, just as strongly as she had the first time, 
then a third time, This was not my queue to stop, but 
rather, to keep going. So I did, again and again, in 
and out, and she came again and again. For well over 
three quarters of an hour I kept at it and each time 
she came, her response was more and more loose. 

I could smell the heat of her cum, the wonderful 
aphrodisiacal aroma of good sex, woman in heat, 
wanting more, but she was unable to continue. I pulled 
the vibrator out, and while she was still in the prone 
position, I bent my head down, lapped her clit, 
gently, she would be a little sore if I was a bit 
harsh with the vibrator. She did not flinch so I 
continued, then plunged my tongue into her vulva, 
drinking all the juice from her I could get. She was 
not moving, but her breathing was so deep and regular 
I thought she was sleeping. 

I untied her legs, then sat her up, but she was limp, 
not like a dishrag, rather she was not interested in 
moving all that much. I reached around and untied her 
hands, then removed the gag. The blindfold came last 
and she still had her eyes closed, her head back. 

"Jeezuz," she whispered, "Just when I thought it 
wasn't going to get any better, you just wipe me right 
out. God, I am a write off with what you can do to me. 
Why can no-one else do it like that?" Her head lolled 
a little so I laid her on the sofa, and went to get a 
blanket. "Dad," she whispered, "Why can't anyone else 
do that to me?" 

"Ahhhh sleep baby, my darling," I replied, "When you 
wake, then we can talk." 

She was already asleep by the time I finished the 
sentence. I got a blanket and put it over her and went 
to make coffee. 

An hour later, and 2 cups of coffee, I heard her 
rousing. "Da-ad" I heard. "Coming babe," I responded. 
I put my head into the lounge and asked if she wanted 
coffee? She nodded so I made her one, and took it to 
her where she was now sitting upright on the sofa. 
"Wow," she said. "You know, when you make me cum, I 
can feel you so deep inside me, even with the vibrator 
like that." She sipped her coffee, taking in the 
caffeine that her body would use to bring her body up 
to normal speed. "Why have I never felt that before?" 
she asked, tears forming in her eyes.  

"I can give you some guesses I think, but that is all 
they would be, just guesses," I said gently. 

"I always wondered if there was something wrong with 
me, if I really was just frigid, or emotionally maimed 
or something." 

"Ok, number one guess. The men you were interested in 
came close in a number of ways to the picture you had 
of me, but none of them, except Mike maybe, was close 
enough."

"That is a little self-centered, don't you think?"

"Oh, that and more, but it is an educated guess, an 
arrogant guess, but a guess none-the-less. What it 
really means is that you were unable to relax enough 
to allow your real sexual self to come out. Now that 
you are here with me, it can, because you are safe 
with me. Tell me, would you have done what you did 
today with anyone else?" 

"And a little too accurate I think. No, none of the 
men in my life could ever have done that to me. I 
would not have asked them and if they had just handed 
me a blindfold, I would have told them something less 
than pleasant, for sure." 

I explained that all our lives we are told that the 
ideal is a monogamous, heterosexual relationship, with 
an unrelated individual. This is "normal" and 
"natural". If we desire anything outside those 
parameters, we are "emotionally deficient" or 
"unnatural". I know she wanted something outside that 
"normal" parameter, therefore, the tensions that this 
created in her were not easily dealt with, so it is 
easier to shut that side of her life down than to face 
it. Now she is facing it, and I believed that things 
would start to get better for her. 

We talked for quite a while around those points and 
Chloe started to understand how her pre-existing 
perceptions had interfered with her life. She was one 
of the walking wounded. We continued discussing what 
we thought, what we saw, what we felt through a light 
lunch, Chloe still naked and me still dressed. 

I had to admit it was difficult for me then, I had 
played a large part in presenting that myth as an 
"ideal". Time was marching on, as they say. "Dad, look 
you have made me weak today, so weak with the greatest 
sex ever and without even getting undressed. How do 
you do it?" "Love," I said, "Love is all I have to 
give you, and we can love who, how and as much as we 
like." "I certainly love you, and love what you do to 
me. But how can I translate that to anyone else?" 

"Chloe, I said it before, we can love someone and have 
a sexual relationship with them. We can love someone 
else without sex at all. We can also have sex with 
someone without love at all, without even knowing them 
or anything about them. Or we can have any shade in 
between. That is why, I think, the "normal" view is so 
wrong and why we struggle with accepting it when we 
recognize that "normal" is meaningless. We cannot fit 
"normal" it is what it is." 

"This is not normal."

"Yes, it is, that is what I am trying to say. Normal 
for me is I am left-handed. Normal for you is you are 
right-handed. So left-handed for you is not normal. 
Normal is whatever we think it is, because normal is 
for us whatever we believe it to be, as individuals. 
For society, who cares?" 

"They will if we get found out."

"You going to tell them? When I was a kid I tried to 
not let my elders know what I was doing. Same as you, 
I expect. Society allows us to do anything we like, as 
long as no one knows, as long as we are discreet. You 
can break any of society's rules, as long as no one 
knows." 

"That opens up a whole range of possibilities."

"OK, let's talk about morals and ethics. The accepted 
definitions are that morals are society's rules and 
ethics are our own rules. We already agree that many 
of society's rules do not work, we cannot apply them 
successfully to our lives, so we are constantly re-
examining our own rules, our ethics, to make sure we 
know who and what we are. I think it is only when we 
confuse the two that we find great conflict, and 
usually our self-perceptions fail, sometimes 
disastrously."

"You suggest we allow society's rules to swamp our 
own, therefore we allow society to dictate to us how 
we should live, no matter how unhappy that makes us?" 

"Yes," I replied.

"So what is to stop us from rejecting society's rules 
and just go around killing each other?" 

"Ahh, no, this is where ethics comes into it. The 
Golden Rule, 'Do unto others...' is really the first 
rule. And in this I am not talking about those rules, 
I concur with society, killing people is not a good 
thing, but that is my ethical position which coincides 
with society's position. I am talking about the mores 
of society and how they fit in with my personal 
ethics. Where society's morals conflict with my 
feelings, it is my feelings that take precedent. I am 
not going to be conflicted because something feels 
right for me but society frowns upon. Simple as that."

"And that includes me and our ... fucking." 

"Yes, and I would not want it any other way now!" 

"How about when I was younger? Would you have done 
this like when I was 13 or 14?"

"No, no way!" I said, "At that age you might be old 
enough to have sex, but it is not the physical act of 
lovemaking that is the damaging part, it is the 
emotional context." I replied quickly. "You were 
desirable then, and yes, I did feel it, I would be 
lying not to admit it. But that is not the point, it 
is not the desirability factor that is the issue, it 
is how I chose to handle it. 

"At that age, you were not quite as beautiful as you 
are now, but you did not have the maturity or the 
emotional strength you have now, so the consequences 
then would have been a disaster for you. I do not want 
to hurt you, but it had to be you that made the move. 
In your own way, let me know what you wanted. You 
could only do that when you were ready for it, 
emotionally."

"Well, to be truthful, it was you who dragged me off 
to the bedroom!"

"And I didn't hear you objecting!" I said with a 
smile, "And not since either." She retorted. "But come 
on, you better stay there, I really want to give you 
some special attention now."  

"Mmm what are you going to do?" 

"What I have never done before. Like you I am going to 
try something new. You only have to stay where you 
are." She reached over and stroked my crotch. I could 
feel the heat in my loins flare and a swelling 
happening. Chloe moved off the sofa and onto her knees 
where she undid my belt, then the button on my Levis, 
then pulled the zipper down. 

She again stroked my dick now firm under the boxers. 
Reaching inside she pulled it out, and gently rubbed 
it to a full erection. "I never thought I would do 
this, you know," she commented as she took the 
engorged glans into her mouth. Her technique was 
better, and as she practiced more she took more and 
more of it into her throat. Lifting off, Chloe said, 
"I hope you realise what a slut you have made of me?" 
and just gulped me into her throat. 

Talk about a show stopper If the sensational feeling 
she was giving me had been any less, I think I would 
have just left her kneeling there. I gritted my teeth 
and muttered, "No we don't use the 'S' word." "I do, 
and I am proud of it, proud to be one," she announced 
and promptly went back to dragging her lips over the 
rim of the glans, wiping her tongue on the tip, 
swallowing the precum and getting as much of my cock 
into her throat as she could. 

As she lifted her head, she breathed out through her 
nose, then when she had no more than the knob in her 
mouth, she took a breath then pushed her head down 
again. Fumblingly, she pulled at the waist band of the 
boxers and with a little assistance from me, had my 
jeans and boxers at my ankles and she went back to 
doing what she had been doing. Chloe wrapped her lips 
over her teeth and pushed downward, engulfing me then 
gently dragged her mouth back up, making sure the 
entire shaft felt the pressure of her lips. Then the 
rim of the glans was lapped by her now active tongue.  

Even with so little practice, Chloe had learned how to 
relax the muscles in her throat to get past the gag-
reflex. I felt her nose pressing down into my pubic 
hairs, her lips at the base of my cock and the glans 
being surrounded with the upper throat. Jeez, she was 
good and getting better every time. Her tongue lapped 
at me, even when most of my cock was in her mouth. She 
was great, just a natural talent, once she knew a 
technique. 

I was really enjoying this. Chloe kept up a simple but 
very effective rhythm, tongue at the peak of the 
glans, lapping while bobbing her head down, relaxing 
the muscles in the throat as my dick thrust into the 
back of the throat. For someone with little experience 
and an existing aversion, Chloe was doing an 
incredible job of it. She used her fingers to cup my 
balls and gently squeeze them, lifting her head off my 
cock to suck them from time to time.

For what seemed like a long time, I could feel the 
pressure building in me as she sucked, seemingly 
dragging what precious fluids lie inside my balls out 
into the open. The tightening of the skin, the moans 
and rapid breathing, the increased feeling of 
impending release all came and soon I was right there 
on the edge and I said so. Plunging down in my cock, 
Chloe sucked and flicked her tongue over the knob as 
quick as she could and the first wave of pleasure 
swept over me as I pumped a shot of hot cum into her 
throat. 

She jumped a little, but kept at it, slurping as she 
went, as another shoot of semen exploded into her 
mouth. She lifted her head just as I shot another wad 
that hit her lips and nose, I felt a forth spasm shake 
me, and again a smaller gob of cum hit her face. She 
again dipped her head, not bothering to wipe at the 
pearl coloured cum, taking my dick into her mouth 
again. I felt the hot fluid she had stored there, as I 
shot yet another small wad into her mouth, the 
stickiness of which was covering the full length of my 
cock as she bobbed her head. Waves of sensual pleasure 
had swept through me and I could feel her swallowing 
the fluids in her mouth. Lifting her head, she licked 
her lips and I saw her starting to wipe the smudged 
semen off her nose and licking it off her fingers.   

Taking her shoulders in my hands, I pulled her face to 
me, where I kissed her, rolling backwards onto the 
sofa. Our tongues intertwined and I drank a little of 
the fine layer of my own semen that coated her mouth 
and the sheen that she had left on her nose and lips. 
Her nakedness on top of me, my scent on her, kissing 
this beautiful woman deeply. At some stage we came up 
for air and I held her, clinging to this moment for as 
long as I could.  

There was no sense of wrong here, only completeness. 
Chloe had grown to the point where she could accept 
things about herself that she felt were right and that 
society was telling her she was wrong. In any 
analysis, is there a right or wrong here anyway? Two 
consenting adults have a sexual relationship. So what? 
The fact they are father and daughter, does that 
override the previous statement? Incest? The laws 
around consenting adult sex vary from nation to 
nation, it is difficult to take any of them seriously 
when they do not involve violence or intent to harm. 

I had had that acceptance for decades, which is why I 
could share my wife, whom I love deeply, with other 
men occasionally, another woman, whom I could be with 
while she was having sex. Making love with my daughter 
was not that big a step, and she is desirable anyway, 
just like her mother. 

That was three years ago now, and Chloe and my 
relationship has grown. it is not so urgent, we do not 
meet every week, but when we get together, it is a 
great experience. Chloe's relationship with her 
husband has improved dramatically and it really shows. 
They have a great sex life, and a wonderful life 
together. 

Mary is glad because she did say she had been worried 
that it was only because of their children that Mike 
stayed as long as he did. Perhaps, but I thought he 
loved her so much he would have stayed anyway. Mary's 
overall health has improved and we have an 
intermittent sex life, but she is not that 
enthusiastic lover I once knew. I think she only does 
it for me, but while it is a little sad, I know she 
loves me. 

Chloe has had other lovers, and shared them with Mike. 
One of them, Sandra, came to the apartment for a 
threesome, and I saw that Chloe was really 
enthusiastic in her lovemaking. Sandra never got the 
opportunity to make the connection between us, we used 
a different name for me so there would be no slipups 
and Sandra was never invited to a family thing so 
there was no problem. Interesting woman though, she 
sucked cock and licked pussy really well, but she was 
there for Chloe, not for me so I understood it was not 
going to happen again. 

Chloe told me she was not going to share me with a 
man, she would be too jealous - which is really funny 
when you think about it. Lilly, Chloe's daughter, is 
now 13 and the pretty girl is growing into a beautiful 
young woman. Chloe says that Mike tries to hide his 
interest, but he occasionally lets it slip. Lilly is 
aware of the males in the household, and notices her 
dad, but not that sexually precocious. 

Chloe won't do anything to encourage them, and is 
going to be spending a lot of time with her in the 
next few years, just as Mary did with her. Chloe's 
relationship with Lilly is far more open and relaxed 
than was Mary and Chloe's, so hopefully, she will be a 
lot more successful than Mary was. 

If Lilly beds her father then it will be her choice, 
no recriminations, no manipulations, and Chloe did say 
that if it was to happen, she would love to be there, 
but she did not think it would, Mike is a little too 
hung up she thought. 

We shall see in a decade or so perhaps, I hope I am 
around to see it. 

END 

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