Introducing Our Daughter to Porn

by Lisa Smiles

Book Cover: Introducing Our Daughter to Porn

His older daughters weren't really his type. They've been better suited to lesbian action with his wife Sonya. It's Joseph's youngest daughter Zoe who gets his pulse racing and who he can't wait to get to his basement to start showing her porn. Sonya's not impressed though. Zoe's their baby. She might accept Joseph's deal though, to hold Zoe's hand while Joseph enjoys his true dream girl.

A 4800 word story.

Joseph and Sonya are unashamed helicopter parents. They never missed a dance performance or school debating competition. They've also been there for the sexual development of each of their daughters. With the older two that was from the girls' early twenties. With the youngest one Zoe, Joseph wants to get started right now, just one day after she turned eighteen. Zoe is the type that he longs for: small and petite. But the very things about Zoe that make her dad twitch are the things that make Sonya protective. She wants Joseph to wait, like they did for their other two daughters, at least until she has been allowed to have her own fun with boys when she leaves school and goes to college. Can Joseph wait though? More to the point, once she has been allowed to watch porn with her parents, will Zoe have that kind of patience?

“Lay on your back with your legs nice apart,” Sonya instructs her. “And hold mommy’s hand.”

Being thrust face-to-face in this hold with my daughter is a little intense. “Hi Zo,” I say, smiling. She must see the irony too. Through her teen years we’ve been all but estranged, barely making time to grunt at each other when wanting the other one out of our way. We’ve skipped polite conversation and gone straight to a full frontal bare naked embrace.

“I guess we don’t see each other much nowadays,” she says. Yep, she can see it.

Suddenly this is even more awkward for her. I mean it’s one thing to fondle a girl from behind, or come from the side for a pash, but quite another to take them in waltz hold, spread their legs, press your cock onto their sweet spot, then look them straight in the eye.

“You’ve been too busy with other things.”

Sonya suggest, “Maybe you two can use this as a way to spend more time together than you both have been.”

“I might fall in love with him mommy”.

I must admit the sincerely in her tone and the way she is now gazing into my eyes is a little off-putting. Somewhere in this world, but not here tonight, there is a sexual encounter without all the the love and attachment. Women! Gotta love ’em, I guess.

“I would encourage you Zoe,” Sonya tells her. “You could do a lot worse than this man.”

“Look, enough of this gushy talk you two,” I say. “We’re all wet enough aren’t we, without adding tears?”

Figuring there’s no way out of having Zoe love me, if she is so inclined, then later cry and blame me for whatever she may happen to feel when she’s low, I give in to the kissing she’s reaching for with her chin. She’s good at it, wow! I know I was kissing her before, but not while in this embrace, and not with all this love and arousal. She smells like concentrated saliva. During her marathon porn session I really should have brought her some water. Still, I’m not complaining. These are triple strength teenager saliva scents I’m enjoying with the characteristic enthusiasm of school social French kisses. She’s licking my teeth as though she thinks she’s the first girl since Eve who ever thought you could do that.

Pornography is such a wonderful invention and always advancing. Telling her where to search for real incest was my smartest trick ever. I don’t have the heart to tell Sonya that was an actual family that Zoe watched fucking. All the way with blood incest! Nothing comes near it!

I can’t believe I’m having no trouble at all with Zoe’s organs. Her slit looked so small, but it’s expanding like latex. But then why should vaginas not explode size wise, when plainly a penis can do it? No, it’s all just jibbly wet stuff down here. Soft girl vaginas and hard daddy man bits, doing their magic. My goodness! I’m sliding right in!

About the Author

In their physical details, taboo acts can sometimes be no different from boring old honeymoon love scenes, but that's not my main focus. What fascinates me are relational details, or the way girls do their makeup, or the way incest is bass jumping compared to other sex that's just cricket. Why is that? It's precisely because of the fear. In the arts that fear is called The Sublime. You might feel it in your chest when you read me.

Please, reach out to me however you can. I want to work with you to provide unique reading experiences and valuable products that you will store and return to again and again.


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