Unknown: Daddy_s darlings: sweet young things

In the following collection of case histories you will be reading transcribed interviews with real girls.

These young ladies, all teenagers, have one thing in common, they have had sexual relations with their fathers.

All too often we think that incidents of incest occur only in ghetto areas where ignorance so abounds.

As the following cases reveal, incest knows no bounds. It is just as likely to occur in a rich family as in one that is poor.

Some girl's were raped.

Other's seduced their Daddy.

But in all cases, their trauma and guilt following the incestuous relationship completely outweighed any physical pleasure they might have felt.

SUBJECT: Monica M.

AGE: Sixteen Monica is a cute, petite redhead with a youthful manner of enthusiasm. As I interviewed her I was amazed at how well she handles the trauma of her incestuous experience.

I had my first experience with incest about four weeks ago. I'll never forget it for as long as I live. I want to tell you all about it in vivid detail.

It was a Saturday morning and I had gotten up early so I could watch cartoons on the color television set downstairs, I live alone with my Daddy.

I am an only child and my Mommy died about three years ago. From that point on it was Daddy and me against the whole world. We always loved each other very much. I guess that the physical part of our relationship was just an extension of the affection that was already there.

I always felt sorry for my Daddy after Mommy died. He was so lonely. Up until that fateful Saturday morning Daddy had not been with another woman since her death.

It wasn't that he couldn't get women. No, no, no. Nothing like that. I suppose that he could have had any of the single women in town if he had wanted them. But I think that Daddy still felt like he was cheating on Mommy when he felt desires for other women. Thank God, I put an end to all of that.

I was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV munching on some dry Raisin Bran when Daddy stumbled down the stairs in his pajamas. I smiled happily at him and gave him a cheerful greeting. I was feeling very horny that morning and I found myself looking at him as a man. I usually try to push thoughts like that into the back of my consciousness but they make their way back up to the front anyway.

He must weigh more than twice as much as me. As you can see I am just a little girl. I stand only a fraction of an inch over five-feet tall and I have never weighed more than ninety-five pounds in my entire life. Daddy stands well over six feet and must weigh close to two hundred. He is very handsome. I'll never forget how he looked that morning, all sleepy and cute. His hair was down in his eyes. Daddy his brown hair that is starting to gray at the temples. But I don't mind the salt and pepper effect in his hair at all. I think that it makes him look distinguished. His eyes are dark brown like mine and his nose is straight and slim. His lips are always a little puffy, which gives him an aura of intrinsic sensuality. The jaw is firm and his chin is strong. There is a dimple right smack in the center of Daddy's chin. He had not shaved and his whiskers made his smooth cheeks look rough. He was starting to get some gray in his beard as well, but I kind of liked the way that looked too. Daddy has very broad shoulders. His chest and back are covered with thick slabs of muscle. He has a hairy chest — which I could see because the top two buttons of his pajama tops were unbuttoned. In spite of the girth of his upper torso, Daddy's waist and hips are very slim. His stomach is still flat and hard, in spite of the fact that he is approaching forty. He is built like a triangle with its point down. I can remember thinking, with shame, that Daddy was built by God especially for fucking.

His thighs are thick and his hands and feet are very large. I was to learn that the same was true of other parts of his anatomy as well. I should mention that I was a virgin. I knew what orgasms felt like from playing with myself, but my cherry was intact. I had never known the womanly joy of vaginal penetration.

"Good morning, pumpkin," Daddy said. He scratched his belly and yawned as he got to the bottom of the stairs. He walked as if he were a somnombulist toward the edge of the sofa, where he plopped.

"Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" I asked. I strained my neck to look at my handsome father back over my shoulder. I could feel myself beginning to flush. I was having naughty thoughts. As fate would have it, Daddy's thought-waves were headed in the exact same direction. It's difficult to say how we realized our incestuous urges were mutual. It was never really verbalized.

"No, thank you," Daddy said. "You finish eating and come over and sit here with me on the couch." I set my unfinished bowl of Raisin Bran on the coffee table between us so I could join him immediately.

We sat next to each other on the green over-stuffed davenport with our eyes glued to the boob tube. We were watching a New York rabbit being chased by a bald guy who talked funny. Violent stuff, but Daddy and I have always been into that kind of humor.

"I was having the strangest dream when I woke up," Daddy said. His voice sounded far away for a second, as if he had drifted back into that dream.

Daddy's eyes were still on the television but I could tell that he was seeing his dream rather than the animated action featured on the cathode.

"What was it about, Daddy?" I asked. I moved closer to him on the couch. I pressed the side of my leg against him. I had my robe on over a flannel nightgown. I guess I wasn't exactly in my sexiest outfit that morning. But I knew that Daddy wouldn't care. After all, our toothbrushes had been hanging next to one another for almost sixteen years.

"It's all kind of vague. I was on a desert island with a woman, naked, and we were…" His voice cut off. He was editing himself, having decided that the subject matter was inappropriate for his teenage daughter to hear.

"You had a wet dream?"

"Well, no. I woke up," he said. He spoke quickly and winced when he heard his own confession.

"You poor man."

"Why do you say that?"

"You must be very horny. Imagine having a fling on an island and having your gas shut off even before you got a chance to — you know."

"I guess I am."

Then came the non-verbal part. Daddy and I no longer paid any attention to the television set. We were looking at each other — deep into each other's eyes. Our faces moved closer as if we were in slow motion. I could feel my lips tingling when I realized that he was going to kiss me. It was incredible. I could feel my nipples getting hard and erect and I could feel my pussy start to ache. The blood was beginning to pump downward in my body toward the delta between my thighs. I could tell that both my inner and outer cunt lips were swelling with the blood of my arousal. I knew that it wouldn't be long before all of my pussy flesh was fully engorged from my incestuous horniness. I saw Daddy's lips part and he quickly licked them with the tip of his wet pink tongue to moisten them. I could feel his hot moist breath on my lower lip a fraction of a second before the intimate contact was made. I shivered and I could feel the little hairs at the back of my neck standing on end. Every square inch of my tiny form was covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh. We pressed our lips together softly and smacked, releasing right away. Daddy then sipped and sucked at my lower lip a little before we became uncontrollably passionate. Suddenly Daddy's mouth was on mine hungrily and I could feel my lips being pushed against my white teeth.