u/Thin-Ad860

Incest lover here

Hi, I'm a 25 year old mtf trans girl, I and my father (48m) have been in an incestuous relationship since I came out to him when I was 19.

My mom is aware but isn't exactly supportive or against it, she just doesn't want to be involved

Hi, I'm a 25 year old mtf trans girl, I and my father (48m) have been in an incestuous relationship since I came out to him when I was 19.

My mom is aware but isn't exactly supportive or against it, she just doesn't want to be involved

I am a 25 year old transgender woman who has been playing with my daddy since I was 19, we are above legal age and consensual

The wooden floor was cool against my bare knees as I settled between his spread legs. I was already dressed exactly the way he liked: the black-and-purple cat-ear headband snug against my long black pigtails, the thin black-framed glasses perched on my nose, the matching fluffy tail plug seated deep inside me so the soft fur brushed the backs of my thighs every time I shifted. Black thigh-highs climbed up my legs, and the metal cage locked around my cock rested heavy and tight between them, a constant reminder that nothing was going to happen for me unless he decided it would.

Daddy looked down at me from the armchair, already half-hard in his open jeans. He didn’t say anything at first—just reached out and rested one hand on the top of my head, fingers sliding into my hair.

“There’s my little incestuous daughter,” he murmured. “Mouth open. Show Daddy what good little girls are for.”

I leaned in and took him between my lips. The taste of him filled my mouth immediately—warm, clean, slightly salty. I didn’t rush. I never did when he wanted me like this. I let the head rest on my tongue, lips sealed just past the ridge, and breathed through my nose while he slowly thickened against the roof of my mouth.

His other hand came down and stroked the outer curve of my ear, tracing the soft fur of the headband. “Pretty little cat. My own daughter, sitting on the floor with a plug in her ass and a cage on her cock, sucking her daddy like she was born for it. You know that everone says its wrong, don’t you? And you still crawl over here every time I tell you to.”

I hummed around him in answer and began to move. Shallow at first—just the first few inches, wet and deliberate—then deeper, until my nose brushed the soft hair at the base of his stomach. The tail plug shifted inside me with every bob of my head. My caged cock twitched uselessly against the metal, leaking a little into the small space it was allowed.

Daddy’s fingers tightened in my hair. He didn’t force me down, but the pressure was there—enough to tell me he wanted me to stay deep for a few long seconds. I held still, throat working around him, eyes watering behind the glasses, until he finally eased the pressure and let me pull back for air.

A thin string of spit connected my lower lip to the head of his cock. I looked up at him through my lashes, waiting.

He smiled the way he always did when I was like this—soft and proprietary. “Again. Slower this time. I want to feel every inch of my daughter’s throat. That’s it… take your daddy’s cock like the dirty little incest slut you are.”

I obeyed. Lips sliding down the shaft, tongue pressing along the underside, cheeks hollowing as I sucked. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Every time the plug shifted inside me, a quiet little sound escaped around his cock—half moan, half whimper—and each one made his hand stroke my hair more gently.

“Listen to those noises,” he said, voice low and rough. “My own flesh and blood, gagging on me with a tail up her ass. You love being Daddy’s little whore, don’t you? Sitting between my legs dressed like a pet, locked up so you can’t even touch yourself while you service me. Such a good incestuous daughter.”

He paused, then added, voice darker, “I want you telling people. I want you looking them in the eye and saying how much you love having incest with your father. How you drop to your knees for me. How you swallow my cum and beg for more. You’re going to tell them, aren’t you?”

I moaned around him in answer and kept sucking.

“That’s right. My little girl is going to brag about it. Tell them how wet you get when Daddy calls you his incestuous daughter. Tell them about the cage and the plug and the way you sit on the floor between my legs with my cock in your mouth. I want everyone to know what a proud little daddy’s whore you are.”

Minutes stretched. My jaw started to ache in the familiar, welcome way. My knees pressed harder into the floor. The cage felt heavier the longer I stayed hard inside it, trapped and ignored.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was rougher. “Look at me while you do it. Look at your daddy while you suck his cock.”

I raised my eyes and kept sucking, never breaking the rhythm. His gaze moved over my face, the glasses, the cat ears, the way my lips stretched around him, the faint wet shine on my chin.

“That’s my favorite view,” he said quietly. “My daughter on the floor, dressed like a pet, sucking Daddy’s cock like it’s the only thing she’s good for. You’re mine, little girl. Always have been. And now I want the world to know it. I want you telling people how much you love fucking your own father.”

I took him deeper in answer, letting the head push into my throat until my eyes watered again. He groaned and held me there a moment longer this time, hips giving the smallest upward roll, then released me so I could gasp and go right back to work.

The plug flexed inside me with every movement. My caged cock throbbed. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the wooden floor between his feet. I didn’t wipe it away. He liked the mess.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered. “My pretty incest daughter, making a mess all over the floor just from having her daddy’s cock in her mouth. Keep going. Don’t you dare stop until I fill that throat. And later you’re going to tell everyone how much you love this. How you live for incest with your father.”

Eventually his breathing changed. The hand in my hair tightened. “Don’t stop. Stay right there and take it. Swallow every drop your daddy gives you.”

I sealed my lips tighter and kept the steady rhythm he preferred—deep, wet, unhurried. When he came, it was with a low, satisfied sound, flooding my mouth in thick pulses. I swallowed around him, throat working, not spilling a drop until he finally softened enough to let me pull off.

A last strand of come connected my lip to the head of his cock. I sat back on my heels, still between his legs, glasses slightly fogged, ears crooked from his fingers, tail plug still seated deep, cage still locked and leaking, mouth still tasting him.

Daddy reached down and wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, then pushed the thumb between my lips so I could clean it.

“Good girl,” he said, voice still rough. “My perfect little incestuous daughter just swallowed her first load. But Daddy’s not done with you yet.”

He stayed in the chair, stroking himself slowly back to full hardness while I stayed on my knees, watching. The plug shifted inside me every time I breathed. My caged cock ached, ignored and dripping.

When he was hard again he reached for my hair and pulled me forward. “Open. Clean me off, then get ready. This next one isn’t going in your mouth.”

I licked him clean, slow and thorough, tasting the last traces of his first orgasm. Then he pulled me off and kept a firm grip on my pigtails, angling my face up toward him.

“Stay still,” he ordered. “Daddy’s going to mark his little girl. Right on that pretty face so everyone would know who you belong to if they saw you. And you’re going to tell them yourself. You’re going to look people in the eye and say, ‘I love having incest with my father. I love when he cums on my face and calls me his dirty little daughter.’”

He stroked himself faster, the wet sound of his hand loud in the quiet room. I kept my eyes open and my mouth slightly parted, glasses still on, cat ears tilted, looking up at the man who raised me while he used me as his target.

“That’s it… look at me while I paint my daughter’s face. My incestuous little pet, plugged and locked and waiting for her daddy’s second load. You’re mine. Every drop of this is going to mark you as Daddy’s. And tomorrow you’re going to tell everyone how much you love it.”

His breathing turned sharp. He aimed carefully and came hard, thick ropes of come striping across my cheeks, my glasses, my forehead, the bridge of my nose, and into my open mouth. Some of it landed on my lips and chin; more dripped down onto the tops of my breasts and the metal of the cage. He kept stroking through it, making sure I was thoroughly covered, groaning the whole time.

“Fuck… look at you. Covered in your daddy’s cum. My good little daughter, marked and claimed. Now say it.”

I swallowed what had landed in my mouth and, voice hoarse, obeyed.

“I love having incest with my father.”

He smiled, still smearing the last of his release across my cheek with the head of his cock.

“Again. Louder.”

“I love having incest with my father. I love sucking his cock. I love when he cums on my face and calls me his dirty little daughter.”

“Good girl.” He pushed the tip back into my mouth one more time so I could clean him. “Stay right there for a while. I like looking at what’s mine—used, marked, and ready to tell the whole world how much she loves fucking her daddy.”

I stayed. Knees on the floor, face sticky and glistening, glasses fogged and streaked, ears crooked, tail plug still deep inside me, cage heavy and leaking. Exactly the way he liked his incestuous daughter—claimed, marked, and proud of it.

The wooden floor was cool against my bare knees as I settled between his spread legs. I was already dressed exactly the way he liked: the black-and-purple cat-ear headband snug against my long black pigtails, the thin black-framed glasses perched on my nose, the matching fluffy tail plug seated deep inside me so the soft fur brushed the backs of my thighs every time I shifted. Black thigh-highs climbed up my legs, and the metal cage locked around my cock rested heavy and tight between them, a constant reminder that nothing was going to happen for me unless he decided it would.

Daddy looked down at me from the armchair, already half-hard in his open jeans. He didn’t say anything at first—just reached out and rested one hand on the top of my head, fingers sliding into my hair.

“There’s my little incestuous daughter,” he murmured. “Mouth open. Show Daddy what good little girls are for.”

I leaned in and took him between my lips. The taste of him filled my mouth immediately—warm, clean, slightly salty. I didn’t rush. I never did when he wanted me like this. I let the head rest on my tongue, lips sealed just past the ridge, and breathed through my nose while he slowly thickened against the roof of my mouth.

His other hand came down and stroked the outer curve of my ear, tracing the soft fur of the headband. “Pretty little cat. My own daughter, sitting on the floor with a plug in her ass and a cage on her cock, sucking her daddy like she was born for it. You know that everone says its wrong, don’t you? And you still crawl over here every time I tell you to.”

I hummed around him in answer and began to move. Shallow at first—just the first few inches, wet and deliberate—then deeper, until my nose brushed the soft hair at the base of his stomach. The tail plug shifted inside me with every bob of my head. My caged cock twitched uselessly against the metal, leaking a little into the small space it was allowed.

Daddy’s fingers tightened in my hair. He didn’t force me down, but the pressure was there—enough to tell me he wanted me to stay deep for a few long seconds. I held still, throat working around him, eyes watering behind the glasses, until he finally eased the pressure and let me pull back for air.

A thin string of spit connected my lower lip to the head of his cock. I looked up at him through my lashes, waiting.

He smiled the way he always did when I was like this—soft and proprietary. “Again. Slower this time. I want to feel every inch of my daughter’s throat. That’s it… take your daddy’s cock like the dirty little incest slut you are.”

I obeyed. Lips sliding down the shaft, tongue pressing along the underside, cheeks hollowing as I sucked. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Every time the plug shifted inside me, a quiet little sound escaped around his cock—half moan, half whimper—and each one made his hand stroke my hair more gently.

“Listen to those noises,” he said, voice low and rough. “My own flesh and blood, gagging on me with a tail up her ass. You love being Daddy’s little whore, don’t you? Sitting between my legs dressed like a pet, locked up so you can’t even touch yourself while you service me. Such a good incestuous daughter.”

He paused, then added, voice darker, “I want you telling people. I want you looking them in the eye and saying how much you love having incest with your father. How you drop to your knees for me. How you swallow my cum and beg for more. You’re going to tell them, aren’t you?”

I moaned around him in answer and kept sucking.

“That’s right. My little girl is going to brag about it. Tell them how wet you get when Daddy calls you his incestuous daughter. Tell them about the cage and the plug and the way you sit on the floor between my legs with my cock in your mouth. I want everyone to know what a proud little daddy’s whore you are.”

Minutes stretched. My jaw started to ache in the familiar, welcome way. My knees pressed harder into the floor. The cage felt heavier the longer I stayed hard inside it, trapped and ignored.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was rougher. “Look at me while you do it. Look at your daddy while you suck his cock.”

I raised my eyes and kept sucking, never breaking the rhythm. His gaze moved over my face, the glasses, the cat ears, the way my lips stretched around him, the faint wet shine on my chin.

“That’s my favorite view,” he said quietly. “My daughter on the floor, dressed like a pet, sucking Daddy’s cock like it’s the only thing she’s good for. You’re mine, little girl. Always have been. And now I want the world to know it. I want you telling people how much you love fucking your own father.”

I took him deeper in answer, letting the head push into my throat until my eyes watered again. He groaned and held me there a moment longer this time, hips giving the smallest upward roll, then released me so I could gasp and go right back to work.

The plug flexed inside me with every movement. My caged cock throbbed. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the wooden floor between his feet. I didn’t wipe it away. He liked the mess.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered. “My pretty incest daughter, making a mess all over the floor just from having her daddy’s cock in her mouth. Keep going. Don’t you dare stop until I fill that throat. And later you’re going to tell everyone how much you love this. How you live for incest with your father.”

Eventually his breathing changed. The hand in my hair tightened. “Don’t stop. Stay right there and take it. Swallow every drop your daddy gives you.”

I sealed my lips tighter and kept the steady rhythm he preferred—deep, wet, unhurried. When he came, it was with a low, satisfied sound, flooding my mouth in thick pulses. I swallowed around him, throat working, not spilling a drop until he finally softened enough to let me pull off.

A last strand of come connected my lip to the head of his cock. I sat back on my heels, still between his legs, glasses slightly fogged, ears crooked from his fingers, tail plug still seated deep, cage still locked and leaking, mouth still tasting him.

Daddy reached down and wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, then pushed the thumb between my lips so I could clean it.

“Good girl,” he said, voice still rough. “My perfect little incestuous daughter just swallowed her first load. But Daddy’s not done with you yet.”

He stayed in the chair, stroking himself slowly back to full hardness while I stayed on my knees, watching. The plug shifted inside me every time I breathed. My caged cock ached, ignored and dripping.

When he was hard again he reached for my hair and pulled me forward. “Open. Clean me off, then get ready. This next one isn’t going in your mouth.”

I licked him clean, slow and thorough, tasting the last traces of his first orgasm. Then he pulled me off and kept a firm grip on my pigtails, angling my face up toward him.

“Stay still,” he ordered. “Daddy’s going to mark his little girl. Right on that pretty face so everyone would know who you belong to if they saw you. And you’re going to tell them yourself. You’re going to look people in the eye and say, ‘I love having incest with my father. I love when he cums on my face and calls me his dirty little daughter.’”

He stroked himself faster, the wet sound of his hand loud in the quiet room. I kept my eyes open and my mouth slightly parted, glasses still on, cat ears tilted, looking up at the man who raised me while he used me as his target.

“That’s it… look at me while I paint my daughter’s face. My incestuous little pet, plugged and locked and waiting for her daddy’s second load. You’re mine. Every drop of this is going to mark you as Daddy’s. And tomorrow you’re going to tell everyone how much you love it.”

His breathing turned sharp. He aimed carefully and came hard, thick ropes of come striping across my cheeks, my glasses, my forehead, the bridge of my nose, and into my open mouth. Some of it landed on my lips and chin; more dripped down onto the tops of my breasts and the metal of the cage. He kept stroking through it, making sure I was thoroughly covered, groaning the whole time.

“Fuck… look at you. Covered in your daddy’s cum. My good little daughter, marked and claimed. Now say it.”

I swallowed what had landed in my mouth and, voice hoarse, obeyed.

“I love having incest with my father.”

He smiled, still smearing the last of his release across my cheek with the head of his cock.

“Again. Louder.”

“I love having incest with my father. I love sucking his cock. I love when he cums on my face and calls me his dirty little daughter.”

“Good girl.” He pushed the tip back into my mouth one more time so I could clean him. “Stay right there for a while. I like looking at what’s mine—used, marked, and ready to tell the whole world how much she loves fucking her daddy.”

I stayed. Knees on the floor, face sticky and glistening, glasses fogged and streaked, ears crooked, tail plug still deep inside me, cage heavy and leaking. Exactly the way he liked his incestuous daughter—claimed, marked, and proud of it.