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Our Changing Attitudes
by Flinders (no address provided)

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Dad is bored and daughter is in need of an abode. Add a 
bit of romance, horny emotions and the right environment 
and 'presto' you get successful attitude changes towards 
incest. (MF, inc, rom, preg?)

***

Retirement has been good, but just a bit boring as well. 
I have been busy with chore-like activities for the past 
few months. Now I am beginning to worry that I will run 
out of house repairs, car polishing, minor general 
maintenance and some assorted gardening before too long 
passes. With the coming of winter I have been thinking 
about doing some travel but not really sure where to go. 

I was checking in with the children, which usually 
represents a monthly phone call that goes through all 
the niceties yet seldom offers any motivation to 
communicate more. Both the son and daughter are faring 
well with either continuous “on again and off again” 
relationships or shifting jobs. I act like a sounding 
board for their frustrations. Really, I think it is all 
parents are expected to do. 

The daughter, named Helen was complaining about her last 
male friend who apparently was fine with the 
cohabitation arrangements until Helen took herself off 
her birth control regime to see if he was serious. Once 
he was aware of her motivations he was off to different 
“digs”. Since they shared the rent and expenses it has 
meant that Helen is looking for an alternative place to 
live. 

Not being quick enough on the up-take I offered my place 
as an interim location to stay until she decided what 
she wanted to do. Because I expected to be a tourist 
that remained just a story at the moment, my offer still 
sounded genuine. To my dismay Helen immediately said 
that was a great idea and when was I leaving and for how 
long. She followed that she would take care of my house 
until I finished travelling. 

Too stunned to respond that I was “still just thinking” 
I stupidly said; “Yah that’s a good solution”. I guess 
that Helen thought that the extra hour plus drive to 
work each day was a fair exchange for no rent. 

So it was settled, Helen was moving in within a week or 
two and I would be off travelling sometime after that. 
She asked if she could use the car so she could sell 
hers. Her financial change meant repayments were too 
steep on her own and with the extra money she could pay 
for a cheaper replacement when I returned. It all seemed 
so reasonable. 

Consequently, I was both homeless and carless in one 
fast exchange of logical comments. I was more shocked 
when I hung up the phone and collected my thoughts. This 
sense of chaos lasted for the next two weeks as I tried 
to organise a trip for which I had no motivation to 
pursue except to remove the escalating boredom 
enveloping me.

Without any further organisation a small van arrived at 
the house with Helen’s belongings, which she could not 
do without. The rest was put into storage until her life 
reorganised itself. She got herself stuff arranged and 
took over the guest bedroom putting most her extra stuff 
in the attic. 

After the initial panic subsided and having lived by 
myself for several years now I must admit that I was 
enjoying her company immensely. I learned all about her 
defunct relationship in details that I could have gladly 
done without. However it did fill in the longstanding 
conversation vacuum I had suffered. She quickly adjusted 
to the new abode and longer travel time. 

She sold her car and was becoming comfortable. I on the 
other hand was shifting towards a feeling of discomfort. 
I was still unsure about travel, enjoying the company 
but uneasy with the seemingly unplanned nature of life 
after years of self-management. This all changed one 
Friday night after a few weeks of Helen’s arrival. 

I had been using her counsel to help me decide on a tour 
of Europe. However autumn had come and was quickly 
fading. Temperatures were dropping as the leaves were 
finally falling throughout New England’s countryside. I 
had retreated into the house and garage where I had a 
shop set up to refinish some antique furniture I had 
collected at a recent garage sale. I had installed a 
potbelly stove into the shop making it a good place to 
spend the shorter cooling days. 

I was busy trying to replace a damaged coffee table leg 
with some locally sawn hickory and was having trouble 
getting the new leg to fit correctly. I had been at it 
for several hours and did not take note of the time 
until Helen entered the shop to tell me that wine and 
cheese were on the table and I should wash up. This was 
a new approach to the weekend. I was surprised but glad 
to take a break from the recalcitrant piece of wood. It 
was eight o’clock and dark. Startled I quick told her 
that I was coming as she left.

I noticed that she was dressed in her dressing gown, a 
bathrobe really and was walking around in my slippers 
with a towel wrapped around her head. She obviously came 
home and had taken a bath and was now relaxing with a 
bottle of wine by the fire. 

Thinking nothing of it I placed the leg and tools away 
and went to clean up. As I entered the house I was given 
a glass full of red and handed a fresh towel and my robe 
and told to take a shower before sitting down to chat. 
Not sure what was on the agenda I wondered off to the 
bathroom and started a shower. There was a knock on the 
door just as I was about to step into the shower. The 
door opened and Helen asked for my dirt clothes, she was 
doing a wash and wanted my dirt clothes. 

Upon collecting my clothes she carefully looked at me 
and said: “Oh Dad don’t you look good. I sure could used 
some of that in me tonight” and left. Not too sure what 
she meant, because she had just had a bath herself. I 
was not aware of any other issues that her statement 
would fit. I finished my shower, dried off and emptied 
my glass of a very smooth red. I thought that it was a 
bit up market for my pallet but I was going enjoy it 
just the same. 

When I arrived a fire was roaring and a collection of 
good-looking cheeses were set up on the coffee table. 
Helen was sitting in one chairs stretching out one arm 
seeking my empty glass holding a bottle in the other. 
With the glass filled she made up some cheese and 
crackers on a board and handed it to me. The cheeses 
were as good as the wine. She sat back down in the chair 
asking how my day went. I spoke to her about my day in 
general and the chair leg in particular. 

During this ten-minute chat I had not noticed that she 
had brought one knee up leaning it on the armrest while 
resting her foot on the seat cushion. It meant that her 
robe had fallen over the armrest and her thigh and 
reddened crotch were exposed. 

Once I noticed it I realised that Helen was shaved and 
aware of my attention. No move was made to change her 
posture. Seconds passed as she watched my behaviour as I 
sipped the wine and nibbled the crackers. Finally she 
asked: “Dad when was the last time you had sex? Can you 
still get an erection?” 

I was still trying to look at her face but kept glancing 
at he crotch. It was so extraordinary. I look at 
pornography and knew women shaved but had never seen a 
woman, who actually shaved. Obviously, she was teasing 
me as she took her hand and pulled her knee up tighter 
towards her breast. It caused her labia to slip by each 
other then spread open to show me a moist shinny pink 
vagina. She never stopped looking at me. “Does my pussy 
appeal to you”? She asked. I was still unable to answer 
her first question. 

Helen understood the shock I was in. She leant forward 
and cut more cheese slowly placed them on crackers 
knowing that by doing this she was not looking at me 
directly yet allowing me the freedom to examine her 
without her examining me. She lifted the board for me to 
grab the crackers breaking the trance I was in. 

I accepted the crackers and sat back. To ensure that I 
stayed engaged, Helen stood up and removed her robe, 
slowly placing it on the floor then sitting back down in 
the chair re-establishing her open and inviting posture. 
“Well Dad, what do you think about having her daughter 
seduce you?” I was still unable to respond yet knew 
inside that I was more excited then ever before. “You do 
understand that I am trying to seduce you tonight don’t 
you?”

Finally I was able to answer with a “Yes” that got stuck 
halfway up my throat. “Oh good” she commented. “Let me 
explain the situation to you.” she followed. Then 
looking carefully at me she began; “Dad, I have not had 
an orgasm for about a month now. I have masturbated 
enough to know that I need a man’s penis inside me to 
achieve an acceptable orgasm. I have been so desperate I 
have actually explored the web to see how to hire a 
prostitute”. She got up and refilled my glass then did 
the same for herself and sat down again insuring that 
her vagina stayed open for my viewing.

“Well I found a local place near work but when I went to 
inspect it I could not bring myself to go in. I have 
been really frustrated since and cannot stop beating 
off. I was using my toys just before I collected your 
dirty clothes. When I saw your penis I was immediately 
aware that I wanted you to put your penis inside me and 
let me have an orgasm. Would you do that for me? 

I had to admit, I was tittering between panic and 
curiosity. “I think you will like it too. What do you 
think? Isn’t it about time that we try a sex together? 
It should be fun and besides I really like the 
naughtiness of it. One of my friends always raves about 
the sex she has with her son. So I thought maybe you and 
I could try some good old-fashion dad and daughter sex. 
It would certainly make me feel a lot better!”

“Helen, isn’t that incest you are suggesting and surely 
you can do better than a 62 year old man?” I was pleased 
and able to say. I felt rather good about the proposal 
but never expecting to receive such a request. I was 
surprisingly ambivalent about incest and more concerned 
with my ability to perform after so long. 

“Listen Dad, I am 38 and I can tell you that if your 
penis is as good erect as it looks soft I will be more 
than happy to have it inside me. I like the perverse 
pleasure from just thinking about having my father 
helping me achieve an orgasm. Please, wouldn’t you enjoy 
having a pussy massaging her penis – I’m sure I can make 
you orgasm too – please.” she quickly followed. 

Speechless again I watched as Helen contracted her 
abdomen and caused a shinny stream of vaginal cream to 
seep from her vagina on to the cushion of the chair. 
Noticing my attention she looked down and saw the 
stream. She quickly put her fingers to capture the thick 
fluid then placed her fingers into her mouth before 
attempting to collect some more. Looking up at me she 
said; “See Dad, I need you to make love to me or I’ll go 
crazy.” 

With that she got up and opened my robe. We noticed that 
I was erect. This situation both made me ashamed and 
excited. Once she saw I was erect and she knew it was 
due to her behaviour, it became clear to both of us that 
I would satisfy Helen’s immediate request.

I'd had no sexual activity in several years except for 
occasional beat-off sessions. I was scared, not of the 
incest again surprisingly but of failing to please my 
daughter desire to be fucked – there I said it. I wanted 
to fuck my daughter as ardently as she wished to fuck 
me. Waiting for a further stimulus I remained paralysed 
in the chair.

Helen recognised my dilemma and said; “Dad lie down on 
the rug and I’ll fuck you first then you can fuck me 
later, okay?” She grabbed my hands and pulled me up from 
my chair removed my robe and guided me to the rug in 
front of the fireplace. She had me lie down on my back, 
which allowed my penis to stand straight up. 

Without any delay Helen stepped over me and squatted 
down over my hips. Looking n the eye she carefully 
gasped my penis and positioned its tip against her open 
vagina sliding it back and forth along her vaginal slit 
before squatted down further. She moaned and looked up 
as she settled down on my hips. I watched as my penis 
slipped out of view and inside her. 

“Oh Dad this feels good. I can feel you pushing hard 
against my insides. Push up right there. This is so 
amazing. We fit together perfectly. This going to be 
perfect.” With Helen and I well fitted together she 
simply moans and began to lift up then settle down again 
and again until a rhythm was to her liking. This carried 
on for some minutes before she began to shake breaking 
our rhythm. She stopped to re-establish it but just when 
the pace was smooth it went chaotic again. 

After several attempts she just seemed to give up with 
an “Oh shit, Dad you need to squirt in me right now, 
please sperm me now!” 

She put her entire weight on me so I could feel the tip 
of my penis pushing against a firm surface. “Yes that’s 
it, that’s it, squirt right there – right there – now!” 
Where she began to shake again but never released her 
pressure on my hips or penis. I instantly felt my sperm 
leave my penis and enter Helen’s vagina. I gasped only 
after my ejaculate ceased to squirt. I was absolutely 
exhausted.

Helen’s body relaxed and seemed to slump down on top of 
me. She was panting so hard that I feared that she was 
going to faint. “Are you alright?” I asked. No reply was 
given but she nodded her head into my shoulder and then 
lay still. Some five minute later she said; “Dad, you 
are the first man to ever squirted sperm directly into 
my womb, the first one. It was just as I have always 
hoped it would happen. I’m really tired. I need to lie 
down and rest.” 

With that she slowly lifted off me and lay down on her 
back beside me with the exception that she placed the 
chair cushion under her back and her feet up on the 
chair arm. She looked over at me and said, “It is just 
in case we are both fertile right now. Wouldn’t it be 
amazing and to conceive with my Dad no less! Dad you are 
wonderful!” 

I was left to consider the situation after Helen 
appeared to fall asleep next to me. An hour ago I was a 
father, trying to help his daughter get through a 
difficult period in her life. Now I was a father who 
helped his daughter commit incest, perhaps impregnating 
her at the same time. It was a new life-changing 
experience, even it fulfilled both our emotional desires 
and to her desire to procreate. 

I listened to Helen breathe deeply and snuggle up 
against me. She was warm, soft and content. As I thought 
through the consequences of our behaviour I realised 
that the world was a pretty good place and when 
something pleasant happens you should welcome it and not 
regret it. If Helen and I actually conceived we would 
just have to deal with it. If we did not conceive and 
this was just a spontaneous pleasurable romantic and 
sexual event between a father and daughter, so be it. 

We would see if Helen’s attitude changed when she awoke. 
I realised my attitudes had changed and I was okay with 
either circumstance. 

END

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