Christ was my life a mess, there I was, forty years old, my wife had
buggered off with my best friend and his wife blamed me for it, my
Company had made me redundant and though the redundancy money was more
than generous it did not make up for over twenty years of loyalty that
I had given the Company. Just to add insult to injury every job I
applied for turned me down seemingly in favour of younger men less
qualified than myself and the labour exchange, sorry Job Centre, didn’t
seem hopeful of finding me a job in my field, about all I had going for
me was my home, my redundancy money and my Eighteen year old daughter
June. In fact about the only thing going for me was my daughter, there
was a chance I could lose my home when my divorce went to court and an
equal chance that my wife would try to get her hands on what money I
had. All in all I was feeling very depressed and when June decided that
she was going to abroad for a year I felt a wave of loneliness hit me
like a solid blow only a week after she had gone.
I struggled along for a couple of months with solicitors and Job Centre
staff as my only human contacts, by some miracle the courts bumped my
case right to the top of the list and after a long and sordid ordeal I
at least kept my house, though half my money was gone. I felt really
depressed at the thought that I was having to pay for my wife to have
her pleasure, but there it was and there was nothing that I could do
about it no matter how much it galled me. The house seemed so empty and
a few days after becoming a ‘free’ man again I was so depressed that I
was seriously contemplating topping myself.
Sitting there alone in the dark one night I decided to do it, I had no
gun so shooting myself was out, I never could manage tablets so taking
an overdose was out, I thought about cutting my wrists in the bath, but
the thought of the pain of cutting myself put me off that idea. In the
end I decided that tossing myself off a tall building was the answer
and I knew the very one not a mile away, writing out my farewell note I
stuck it on the mantel, put my coat on and left the house, the building
I wanted loomed on the skyline and I headed towards it with a weary
tread. The next thing I knew was I was flying through the air and
landing with one hell of a thump.
Waking I groaned as every inch of my body ached, warily opening my eyes
I looked around me, I was in a hospital bed, one arm and both legs
encased in plaster.
“What the hell?” I muttered, “What happened?”
Over the course of the next few days I found out what happened, some
idiot, pissed out of his tiny mind, had driven up onto the curb and hit
me and the lamppost I was standing by, ironically the lamppost saved my
life. I’m afraid they had to sedate me when I learnt how I had
survived. A little later, when I was more or less back to normal I was
told that my ex-wife had been informed of the accident, the hospital
seemed surprised that she hadn’t bothered to even call, but they also
told me that the consulate in Italy had finally contacted my daughter
and she had called to see how I was. Well at least I had one person who
cared about me, but she was hundreds of miles away in a foreign land
and as soon as I was out of this place I was going to finish what I had
started out to do.
“What the hell have you been up to dad?” my daughter’s voice cut across
my dark thoughts.
In surprise I looked up to see my luscious daughter settling herself in
the visitor’s chair by the bed.
“June,” I gasped “but you’re in Italy!”
“I was,” she smiled “but you don’t think I’m going to stay out there
when you needed me do you.”
“I’m all right.” I sighed, “Just a bit banged up is all.”
“All,” she laughed sarcastically “two broken legs, a broken arm,
cracked ribs, concussion and internal bleeding, all. Jesus dad you need
“Have you been home yet?” I asked trying to calm her by changing the
Then I remembered my suicide note sitting on the mantle, June was going
to hit the roof when she read that and I prayed that she hadn’t seen it
“Not yet,” she sighed, “I came straight here from the airport.”
“They tell me I can get out of here in a few more days.” I commented as
I tried to figure out some way of getting at the note before she did.
“Hmm, I know.” she responded “I’ve arranged to stay with a friend of
mine who lives just round the corner from here, we can go home
I breathed a sigh of relief, there was still a chance that I’d get to
the note before my daughter did. For the rest of the visit my daughter
tried to perk me up, but I had to fake it and I think she sensed this.
Four days later I was packed off home with June hovering over me in the
ambulance like a mother hen, she was a lovely girl, but she had two
major faults, she tended to fuss a lot and she had a temper equal to
the explosive force of an atomic bomb. I was wheeled indoors and parked
in the living room while my daughter saw the ambulance men out, I
looked at the mantelpiece and there was the envelope containing my
suicide note, rubbing my mental hands I went to rise from the chair,
could I get out of the damned thing, could I hell!
“Right then dad,” June said striding back into the room “let’s get you
sorted out shall we. I’ll make up the couch bed and you can slide
straight into it.”
For the moment she was too busy ‘sorting’ me out to notice the damned
envelope, but eventually I was all tucked up and she was glancing round
the room to see if it had changed since she’d gone away. Her eyes fell
on the envelope and I cringed as she crossed the room to the mantle,
took down the envelope, opened it and read the contents. All I had
written was ‘my life’s so fucked up I can’t take it any more’, but it
was damnation enough, June hit the roof.
“YOU STUPID BLOODY FOOL!” my daughter roared while I tried
unsuccessfully to hide under the covers “Christ you can’t be left alone
for a moment can you. Just tell me why, come why?”
She was crying, big drops that trickled down her face onto her
quivering chin; I couldn’t bring myself to answer her.
“Was it something I did?” she asked in a voice so low I could barely
Well that was the last thing I wanted her to think, she was the one
reason I would consider living and in one long burst I told her
everything that had got me down and I mean everything, I held nothing
“So you see honey,” I finished “it’s nothing you’ve done at all. You’re
the only good thing left in my failure of a life.”
Oddly I felt better for having got it all off my chest, perhaps suicide
wasn’t the way to go, it certainly didn’t sound quite so appealing all
of a sudden.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me all this before I left?” she asked as
she sat on the edge of the bed.
“Because I knew you’d want to stay and look after me.” I sighed “You’ve
got your own life to lead and looking after an idiot like me wouldn’t
make that a very pleasant life now would it?”
“Oh dad,” she laughed, “idiot is right. Well you’re stuck with me now.”
She stood up and went out to the kitchen to prepare lunch while I
pondered on the new situation, I felt guilty at the price my daughter
was willing to pay just for me, I was loath to let her make the
sacrifice, but short of bodily throwing her out, which I was in no fit
state to do, there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. I could hear my
daughter rattling around in the kitchen, sighing I looked around the
room, with my legs and arm encased in plaster I felt so helpless, like
a little babe and just like a little babe I suddenly wanted to go ‘do-
do’. One attempt told me that there was no way I would be able to get
out of bed by myself and I was damned if I was going to use the bedpan
the hospital had happily handed over to my daughter.
“June.” I called out.
A few moments later she was standing at the living room door wiping her
hands, I gave her a sickly grin and fought down my embarrassment.
“I need the bathroom.” I said flatly.
“I’ll get the bedpan.” she replied turning.
“Don’t you dare!” I bleated, “The thought of that thing makes me
shudder. Just give me a hand to get out of bed.”
She laughed and shook her head, but came over to the bed, threw back
the covers and slid my legs around to the side, pushing the wheelchair
over to the side of the bed my daughter helped me to get into the
damned thing then pushed me towards the downstairs toilet with my legs
sticking out in front of me like battering rams. The next problem came
at the toilet, June managed to get me to my feet where I stood wincing
and puffing, and with her help I turned around, backed towards the loo,
and stopped hovering over the thing. My problem was that I had only one
hand that I could use and I was using it to support myself against the
wall, if I moved it to open my pyjamas I’d topple over, but I had to
get the damn things open before I sat on the loo, I tried a quick grab
and felt myself going so rushed my hand back to the loo.
My daughter laughed and came to my rescue yet again, blushing with
embarrassment I let her open and push down my pyjama bottoms then
plonked onto the loo with my legs stuck straight out in front of me,
June stood in the open door and grinned down at me as I went. There was
one point that hadn’t occurred to me, how the hell was I supposed to
clean myself up after I’d been, all too soon this problem was right at
the head of the list, I was damned if I was going to let my daughter do
it, but I was equally damned as to how I was going to manage the job.
“Poor daddy,” June grinned at my dilemma “shall I do it for you?”
“NO!” I snapped feeling my face go red “I mean no, I’ll find a way to
“Do it the way we girls do,” June laughed, “stick your hand under you
where you’re sitting and wipe, simple.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed men aren’t designed quite the same.” I
I gave it a try though and after a lot of wriggling and near crushing
my balls I finally managed to clean myself, with June’s help I got back
to my feet, my pyjamas were pulled up and tied and I was guided into
the chair, June flushed the loo then wheeled me back to the living
room, as soon as I was back in bed June went back out to the kitchen. A
little later she brought me a tray bearing my meal, it looked great,
but as she went back to the kitchen to get her own tray I found myself
with a problem, how to eat my food. Okay, the potatoes and peas were no
problem, but with one hand I could not manage the steak, the damned
thing slid around the plate when I tried to cut it and I was resigned
to picking up the whole thing on my fork and biting chunks out of it
when my daughter once more came to my rescue. Smiling as though amused
at something June cut my steak up into small pieces then settled
herself in an armchair to eat her own meal, there may have been some
who would have revelled in this type of attention, I’m afraid I’m not
one of them, I felt embarrassment tightening my throat as I picked at
my meal. A little while later June took my empty plate and her own out
to the kitchen to do the washing up while I sat fuming at my
This went on for a few days, the routine of going to the toilet was an
embarrassment every time, I fumed at having to have my food cut up for
me and the way June hovered over me like a mother hen fussing and
clucking was driving me slowly nuts. I prayed for the day the damned
plaster would come off, at least I’d be able to do something for
myself. One morning June walked into the living room with a bowl of
warm soapy water, a flannel and a towel, I stared at her as it dawned
on me what she was planning, I thought I’d escaped this particular
torture when I had left hospital.
“What do you think you are going to do with that lot?” I asked already
knowing the answer.
“Give you a bed-bath daddy dear.” June grinned, “In case you hadn’t
noticed you whiff more than a little.”
“You’re doing no such thing,” I said firmly “get me near a sink I’ll do
“That would be a good trick,” she laughed “I can just picture it, grab,
wipe, grab, wipe, tumble, thump. Now stop being silly and let me get on
Well I tried to argue, but a broadside from her fiery temper scuppered
me and I lay there blushing as she removed my pyjama top, slopped the
wet flannel on my chest and washed me like a baby. She dried my chest
then helped me to roll onto my side so that she could wash my back, I
muttered darkly to myself throughout the whole process then yelped as I
felt her pushing down my pyjama bottoms.
“Oh don’t be so silly dad.” June said firmly.
Surrendering before I saw another flash of her temper I muttered away
while she pulled my pyjama bottoms off, naked except for three plaster
casts and some bruises I lay there while my daughter washed my backside
and the backs of my legs. This really was the part I hated the most as
it was the most embarrassing, every time the nurses had reached this
stage at the hospital my cock had got hard, but they were used to it
and never even batted an eyelid, but this was my daughter, not a
professional nurse and my face went redder than a beetroot as the
inevitable happened. June dried me off then rolled me onto my back, I’d
closed my eyes, but I heard her gasp at the sight of my stiff prick yet
a moment later she was washing my legs and every point around my
erection. In surprise I opened my eyes and stared at my daughter’s
moving hand then at her face, she was grinning as her hands moved up
and down my legs rinsing away the soap before drying me, she sensed me
watching her and looked at me.
“They warned me this might happen.” she grinned impishly giving my cock
Wide eyed I watched her soap the flannel, wrap it around my cock and
begin to clean it slowly, the way she rubbed the soapy cloth up and
down my shaft was almost as though she were wanking me; whether she was
or not the effect was the same, I got even more excited. Then she was
rinsing it and once again her movements were slow and arousing, the
last stage was the drying and I bit back a groan of pleasure as the
towel rubbed up and down my cock guided by her hand, but at last the
job was done, all that was needed was to get me back into my pyjamas.
Only my daughter was showing no signs of performing this task, I looked
up at her as she sorted out the bowl, flannel and towel, with a glance
at my cock and a grin she left me there to take the things out to the
kitchen, I was tempted to get rid of my erection while she was gone,
but I had no way of catching the mess when I came and June was back too
quickly for that anyway. I groaned when I saw what she was carrying
when she returned, it was a pot of talcum powder and I was none too
happy about having my backside and groin dusted to supposedly prevent
sores. Putting the pot aside my daughter looked down at me with my cock
pointing straight up at the ceiling.
“June,” I protested weakly “this is embarrassing.”
“I think it’s nice.” June laughed reaching for the buttons of her
“What are you doing?” I gasped as she started to undo her buttons.
She made no reply, but I quickly closed my eyes as she opened her
blouse and pushed it off, I could hear the rustle of her clothing for a
few more moments then silence, thinking she had given up her teasing
and left the room I opened my eyes with a sigh then gasped as I found
myself staring at my daughter’s naked body. With the true blindness of
a parent I had never considered my daughter as anything else but
my ‘little’ girl, as I gazed at her body I suddenly realised that June
was a woman, a very gorgeous woman, a well endowed very gorgeous woman
and my thoughts as I stared at her were anything but fatherly. Feeling
ashamed of myself for having such thoughts I finally managed to tear my
eyes away from her, June laughed as I closed my eyes and blushed even
“I think daddy likes what he saw,” she said in a low seductive voice
that sent a shiver of excitement and guilt down my
spine “Daddies ‘little’ girl definitely likes what she sees.”
Realising what she was referring to I tried to cover my hard cock with
my one good hand, I wasn’t very successful as it was a two-hand job and
I could feel my face burning so hot that an egg could have been fried
on it at contact. Then I felt the bed settle as weight came down on the
side of my good hand, I gulped at the thought of June sitting right
beside me with her luscious body within reach of my good hand and my
thoughts went unfatherly yet again. Forcing those thoughts aside I bit
my lip then jumped an inch when I felt her warm hand stroke my chest
softly, I’d barely got over this shock when her lips were suddenly on
mine, my eyes flew open in surprise and I found myself staring at my
daughter’s closed eyes. Her eyes opened for a moment and I saw nothing
but desire in them, then they were closed again as I lay tense and
shocked at my daughter’s actions, but the human body is a complicated
device over which we have little true control, despite all my shock,
shame and guilt I felt myself becoming excited by the pressure of my
daughter’s lips on mine and the rubbing of her hand on my chest.
Before long I felt the tension drain from my body and my lips returning
her kiss, closing my eyes only made my excitement grow faster and I
felt confusion filling me as mixed emotions of shame and pleasure ran
through me, but as the time passed it was my pleasure that grew. Oddly
one of the many sayings attributed to Confucius ran through my mind ‘
if rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy’, helpless as I was I suppose
what my daughter was doing could classify as ‘rape’ and I was certainly
starting to enjoy what she was doing, sighing I gave up resisting the
pleasure mounting in me. As though sensing this June parted out lips
and sat up, her hand still caressed my chest as she smiled down at me
so sweetly and so damned seductively.
“You can touch me you know,” she said softly “that’s why I sat on this
It had been all too tempting to run my one good hand over my daughter’s
naked body, up to that point I had managed to resist that temptation,
now I gave way to it and raised my hand to her large, heavy tits, her
flesh felt warm and soft under my hand and yet her nipples felt so
hard. Licking my lips I teased one of her nipples with my fingers, June
sighed and took one of my nipples in her fingers and mimicked what I
was doing to her, no-one had ever done this to me before and I felt a
surprising thrill run through me as she teased and tweaked my tiny bud.
The need to suck at her nipples filled me and I tried to lean up
unsuccessfully, but June must have sensed what I was trying to do
because she leant forward, her ripe tits hanging over my face and with
a sudden glee I sucked one of her hard buds into my mouth.
“That’s nice.” June said drawing in a deep breath.
Almost with a will of its own my hand slid down her body, my fingers
ploughed their way through her thick pubic bush then slid across her
pussy making her sigh, how well I remembered cleaning and powdering
that pussy when June had been a baby, but now her flesh felt moist and
warm and so inviting. It took but a heartbeat to find her clit and as
my finger pressed, rubbed and circled it my daughter gave a low groan
then a shudder.
“Ooh that feels so good.” she gasped “You’ll make me cum if you keep
Which was the whole idea, grinning around her nipple I moved my finger
more firmly and June gave another shudder, suddenly her nipple was
pulled from my mouth, leaning over my chest my daughter circled my
nipple with her tongue making me gasp at the pleasure this gave me. She
groaned loudly as I moved my finger faster on her clit then she was
shaking, her mouth pressing against my chest as she sucked hard at my
nipple sending a burst of excitement through me, a few moments later
her shudders eased and I slid my fingers down to her wet hole. As I
pushed two fingers into her pussy June sat up and let out a cry of
sheer joy, I felt her push down on my fingers as her pussy clenched and
her body shook, her tits bounced just out of my reach as her orgasm
peaked then faded and then it was my turn to groan as I felt her soft
hand close around my cock.
“Oh God!” I groaned as her hand started to slide up and down on me.
Burying my fingers in my daughter’s pussy I stretched out my thumb to
press at her clit, with a wild cry June was climaxing, her hand
squeezing my cock as her body shook. Then her hand left my cock, the
couch-bed bounced as June swivelled around, her leg flashed across my
face to come to rest on the pillow beside my head as she straddled me,
mere inches away I found myself gazing at her pink pussy and I tried to
raise my head to lick at her. Feeling my movements June lowered her
pussy to my mouth and I sighed as her juices flowed onto my tongue.
Then I was gasping as her soft lips slid down my shaft, my cock sinking
into her mouth as she lowered her head, her tongue flicking over my
hard flesh coating it with her saliva and sending messages of ecstasy
rushing over me. Groaning I lapped at my daughter’s pussy like a man
dying of thirst, the taste of her filled my mouth and drove me on, the
feel of her mouth sliding up and down on me drove me nearer and nearer
to a climax, yet it was June that came first, her pussy clenching as
her body shook.
I heard her groan around my flesh filling her mouth then she pushed
down on me and sucked hard with her tongue pressed tight to the
sensitive spot behind the cap, I let out a yell as a burst of bliss hit
me, in a surge of hot sensation my seed jetted into her mouth. June
groaned then began to swallow my juices as fast as they flowed, even
when the flow ended she continued to suck on me, her lips sliding up
and down my skin sending such waves of pleasure through me that my cock
stayed hard, at the same time her pussy pressed down against my mouth
as she shook in climax with my tongue plunging into her to suck out her
“Oh Jesus!” June panted as she suddenly moved off me “God you’ve made
me so hot dad!”
Her words had barely escaped her lips when she was mounting me again,
this time I felt my cock press at her pussy, her heavy tits bounced
above me and I raised my good hand to them as she pushed down on my
erection. The pleasure I felt as her pussy engulfed my cock was
unbelievable and God was she tight, I felt as though my cock would be
crushed inside her, but when her pussy clenched even tighter as my
daughter had an orgasm I gave a loud groan of pure ecstasy.
“God June,” I gasped out “you’re so tight!”
“And you’re so big!” she gasped back “Oh that feels wonderful!”
I totally agreed with her it did feel wonderful, she had taken my whole
length into her pussy and was sitting shuddering on top of me, she
didn’t need to move, the tightness and the rippling of her pussy
muscles would have made me climax sooner or later, but June was not
content to lie still. Her first movement had me gasping and her crying
out, when she pushed down again it was heavenly and I let out another
loud groan of enjoyment, then with slow firm movements my daughter was
riding me, her pussy sliding deliciously up and down on my skin sending
wave after wave of delight washing over me as she shuddered, shook and
yelled. Being unable to move with her only seemed to add to the
pleasure I felt and before my mind was scrambled completely I wondered
if this was anything like bondage, if it was I could understand the
pleasure it gave people, then my mind was overcome with pure sensations
as June started to move faster and harder on me.
Time after time her voice filled the room as her body shook
uncontrollably on top of me, each time she climaxed her pussy would
grasp my cock tightly until at last I felt my own climax rushing over
me. Crying out as my seed rose like fire in my cock I tried to push up
into June’s hot pussy, my cry merged with hers as she pushed down hard
on me, grinding her pussy on my groin and my seed erupted like lava
into her depths. Minutes or hours later my daughter was moving on me
again, her body shaking continuously as she rose up and down and even
though my cock was going limp her tightness and position kept it lodged
inside her for ages, but eventually she rose high and my now flaccid
cock slipped wetly from her pussy. With a groan June flopped onto my
chest, her hard nipples pressing against my skin as her heavy tits
squashed against my chest.
We lay like this for some time, her body trembling and jerking less and
less as the time passed until with a sigh of contentment she sat up on
me, I could feel my limp cock resting in the crack of her pussy as she
smiled down at me.
“God I feel well and truly fucked.” June sighed happily.
Reluctantly she climbed off me then sat grinning down at me, her eyes
seemed to sparkle and I smiled up at her feeling both contented and
“You need another bath.” June laughed.
“We need to talk.” I sighed.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” June grinned “I wanted it, you wanted
it and don’t deny it. I don’t give a damn about all the old arguments
about the law and so on.”
“But…” I began.
“But me no buts,” June said with a flash of her temper showing “call it
what you like, hell call it rape if you want, but I refuse to accept
that something so wonderful is bad. Stick that in your pipe daddy
I still felt guilty, but her forceful argument was a powerful
temptation to give in to her way of thinking, my eyes roved over my
daughter’s body as I remembered how her pussy had felt around my cock
and the taste of her juices in my mouth. Sighing I gave in, I knew I
would never completely lose my feeling of guilt, but I also knew that I
could not resist my daughter if she offered to have sex with me again
and it looked as though that was what was on her mind. There would be
risks of course; the risk of discovery being the greatest of them, but
these seemed to add to the excitement of having sex with her.
“Okay June,” I sighed, “you win.”
“I thought I would.” she laughed “Besides, there’s not a lot you can do
about it until those casts come off. Ooh I’m getting all wet just
thinking of the power I have over you.”
“And I’m getting hard again!” I laughed.
“So you are.” June grinned reaching out to take my growing cock in her
hand “I think the bed-bath will have to wait for a while, I’ve got
something better to do.”
Her moving hand had got me hard and my daughter laughed as she
straddled me again, as my cock sank into her tight pussy I was praying
that the casts would not be on too long, the first thing I planned to
do when they were off was to throw my daughter down and fuck her with
me on top!