In Nigeria Incest is becoming common but not reported in widely. I am a 18 year old girl named Fumi. I am slim and light brown in color. I’d seen myself in a mirror often enough, and knew it seemed desirable. My father Juwon is 38 but looks younger as he dye his hairs. My parents had me when my mom Oluchi was 18 and dad was 19— they met in high school and fell in love. Sadly their love lasted only a year. They broke up while my mom was still pregnant with me. It was a fault of my Mom to spoil that relationship. Due to her psychological problems the relationship never really worked out. She has bipolar disorder and some other mental health issues.
After I was born she had a nervous breakdown and couldn’t take care of me, so I lived with her parents until I was about 4. Meanwhile she got married to another man but it was again a bad marriage. My real
Dad briefly came back into my life when I was about 5. I saw him on weekends until I was about 8. He bought me a lot of Barbie dolls and other toys and took me to zoo. My parents constantly argued about his visitation and then stopped it. Three years later he
e-mailed my mom saying he’d like to see me. When mom told me about it I said I wouldn’t mind seeing him. She stopped me by saying how I could miss someone I hadn’t been with for such a long time. But what I missed was a fatherly figure. My mom’s always picked the wrong guy out of the crowd. I was not really close with my stepfather. My mom had a son who was 8 years younger then me. I finally met my father when I turned 17. At that time My mom divorced my step dad and married again and that gave me the opportunity to meet my real father. I searched him on FB and sent him a friend request, which he accepted. In chitchat with him I said that I thought he was dead and asked why it took him so long to contact me. He said he’d been adding me on Facebook but I’d always decline his requests. But that was my mom controlling my account. After we reunited, he showed me emails he’d sent trying to contact me. In few days we found out that we were similar in many things. We shared the same favorite TV shows and we both love to draw. He came to see me about a month later.
He came and I hung out all day with him. He’s so good-looking! I saw him as my dad but then a part of me was like, I’m meeting this guy who I have been talking to over the internet and really connecting with and I find him attractive. He asked me to come spend a week with him — he lived in a small town about 30 minutes away. I think my mom knew I was going to move out and it really was getting to the point where I needed to escape. Mom controlled my life. I didn’t really have a social life. I stayed home a lot because my mom didn’t trust me, and most of the kids my age were hooked on heroin, so it was hard to find friends. I was touched by a few boys but that’s all. My only sexual experience was with a girlfriend in middle school. She was very religious and every time we were intimate she would sob and read me verses out of the Bible.
When I went to live with dad I found that he was living with a girlfriend. But she was wise enough to leave us alone for few days. On the first night dad slept on the couch and I slept on the floor. It was because I wanted him to stay close in case I had one of the terrible nightmares I usually experienced. The second night I had him sleep on the couch again but the third night I fell asleep with him on the floor lying on his chest, in his arms. The fourth night rolled around and we ended up on the floor again. This time we actually cuddled. When he woke up, we were spooning. I didn’t know this at the time but later, after we admitted our feelings, he told me he had had “a erection” and had gone to fix it.
Later that day, we went shopping because I had grown out of all my shorts, so I asked him if he could buy me some new ones. On return, I was trying them on and asked him how I looked and he said I looked beautiful and I felt like I was picking up on something more, but I pushed it out of my head.
In the night we saw wrestling on TV and started to play ourseleves. Intially I was upon him but then he overpowered me. He brushed my labia with his manhood: very massive. That moment I felt a very warm sensation and the hardness of the cock all over my body. To get myself free I bit him on his arm. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top and after I bit him I could see goose bumps pop up from his toes to his shoulders. Then he pinched my inner thigh and I got goose bumps. I like the feeling and said within myself I want his rod to rampage my lustful cunt. The more he pushed me off, the more I hold him closer.
We stopped and said that we didn’t know what was going on but admitted that we had strong feelings for each other. We discussed whether it was wrong and then we kissed. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my right breast. He tried to push me away but I hold him so firm that he could feel the strength of my desire to have sex with him.
Perherps, he could feel the pulse of my breath and how hard it was for me to achualise my desire. Gradually his energy was depleting and the warm sensation of his manhood keep getting harder, he was about to yield because I could feel his left hand moving around my lower abdomen.
I lowered my shorts and let him touch inside my thighs. Suddenly, his manhood began to dangle and this time I could not only feel the sensation but the continue thrusting on my labia gave me earth-shaking desire. An uncontrollable desire and lust for my handsome dad. I felt at that point I was in in control and my hope to get fucked soar higer. Nothing would stop me, not even my mom because I was ready for anything that night.
I know many moral prudes out there will judge and placed me in a negative sides of their thinking but it doesn’t matter to me anymore and I felt no guilt. I am a wowan, full of desires and sex and lustful feelings are natural feelings wether you express these feelings secretly or openly like I did mean the same thing. To me i felt it was the right time to get it from my dad.
I moved my right hand closer to his waist downwardly and grabbed his cock lightly to see how he could react. He seemed to love it so I held it more firmly and it was rock hard already. After some minutes he held my hand and was guiding me by moving it up and down on his dick. As I keep doing it, I felt a drip down from my vagina, slippry in nature. For the first time my pussy got wet from stimulation and I love the experience.
There, I got my father’s heart beating very fastly and the beat sounded like someone’s punch. He grabbed my right breast more compassionately and squeezed it so hard that my unshaved pussy had soaked my thigh.
I pulled down his shorts and beheld his massive cock with huge balls, so big that only my right hand could not hold it. This was the most pleasurable thing I ever seen in my life. There the cock stood erected like the size of a baseball bat and with a burning desire, I imagined how it will sink deeply inside my horny pussy. I could not wait for him to undress me so I took my dress off and felt a fresh smell of my pussy like lavender flower. My beloved dad looked down and saw my clitoris erecting and ready to be devoured by his monster cock.
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