r/u_Riley_Rose_Writer

[*This used to be an e-book available on Amazon until it was removed for incest content. I shopped it around but this story was too lewd and too hot to be carried by any publisher, so onto Reddit it goes. Enjoy.*]

“Not again.” Lori muttered sadly as she plucked the empty tequila bottle out from the sink and tossed it into the recycling. She set her backpack down on the old kitchen table that the family seemed to have had for as long as she could remember.

 

“Daddy?” she called out as she walked through the kitchen with alternating streams of sunshine filtering in through the window striking her skin causing it to glow in near luminescence as she passed through it. Her eyes darted about intelligently as she looked for any other clues as to the whereabouts of her father. She scrunched her small nose lightly at the fridge as she passed it. Sealed to the fridge by a magnet sat a piece of Lori’s grade school artwork of thick crayon drawn on construction paper. It showed one small figure between two bigger figures standing in front of a box-drawn house under a shining yellow sun. Of the big figures, one wore a necktie and the other wore a dress. Sometime later, Lori had slashed angry, black, ‘X’ over the figure in the dress, an act that earned her a tearful rebuke by her father. She couldn’t imagine why on earth he would keep that picture. It bore nothing for Lori except painful memories.

 

“Up here.” Grunted a deep voice from upstairs.

 

Lori turned heel and quickly mounted the stairs. Smiling pictures of a family of three at the base of the stairs gave way to pictures of just the two of them, her dad and herself steadily growing older in each picture that she passed until she reached the final one. This picture showed them standing in front of a large state university stone archway as she waved an acceptance letter in her hand. 

 

“Daddy?” She asked as she reached the upstairs. James stepped out from the master bedroom looking like a train had hit him. His disheveled button-down shirt sat only half tucked into his slacks while his frazzled pepper-grey hair stuck out at odd angles. Red rims burned around his eyes and an obvious look of shame marked his face. Lori’s heart sank in pain as she beheld her father in such a wretched condition. He looked nothing like the man she trusted and loved.

 

“Sorry, I was just…” he trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.

 

Lori sighed and asked, “Sheila?”

 

A visible look of pain crossed James’ eyes, but he tried to conceal it.

 

“Left me.”

 

“Dad, that’s the fifth girlfriend to dump you this year.” Lori said firmly.

 

James drooped his head in shame in the carpeted hallway saying, “I know. I know. I thought Sheila was the one too, but she met a younger man and tossed me like I was yesterday’s garbage.”

 

His body shook as he cried saying “She even kept the ring I gave her. I spent two thousand on that thing. Why? Why?”

 

“Why did she keep it?” Lori prompted.

 

“No. Why did I give it to her at all. It was our third date, we hadn’t even kissed, and she was barely interested. What the hell was I thinking?”

 

James stared across the seeming abysmal gulf of the darkened hallway at his daughter. He knew he shouldn’t think of her in such a wretched way, but the curves of her hips pressed outward against the skin-tight black and white striped stretchy yoga capri-length pants. She wore a spaghetti-strapped tank-top styled blouse under which her bra peeked through clearly cradling her smooth, firm breasts. Dark eyeliner feathered outward from both her eyes giving her the distinctly sultry and yet innocent, wide-eyed appearance. Her shoulder length brown hair cascaded out behind her face beneath a black ball-cap bearing the single word “daddy” on it. Obviously, college had given her a more worldly view on attire and yet James could not even begin to muster any will to scold her for such provocative attire, especially since his own cock grew firm in vaguely disgusting hope at the sight of the sensual girl before him mindless of the fact that she was also his daughter.

 

Lori sighed sadly. She hated seeing her father, the man that had raised her all on his own ever since her mother ran off, the man that had sacrificed so much for her suffer like this. Anger burned in Lori's heart at the women who would torment and use her father, but she now knew how to make it stop once and for all. Lori stepped down the dismal hallway and wrapped her arms around her daddy's shoulders. Even crumpled and heartbroken as he was, she could still feel the firmness in his broad, strong chest. As she hugged him close, she felt another firmness pressing against her hip lightly from between his legs. His unrequited erection stood hard and desperate, despite so many rejections from the bitter old women who constituted the sickly thin and putrid dating pool available to a man in his late forties. Lori solace from his agonizing sexual frustrations.

 

James arched his back slightly pulling his hips and cock away, sheepishly, from his daughter.  A younger her would have been terrified to have touched her father’s cock even in a glancing brush but a semester or two of university biology had given Lori a broader, more scientific view of such a natural part of a man's body

 

 She pulled her father in close, pressing his cock firmly against her body. She knew it was likely the first time any woman had touched his cock, even tangentially, since mom ran away. He accepted this with a shudder and whispered into her ear, "I can't keep living like this."

 

"I know, daddy." Lori whispered back. "Remember how you always worked so hard and sacrificed so much to take care of me when I was little?"

 

"I wouldn't say that ‘I sacrificed,’ I did everything that I did because I love you." He replied.

 

"And I love you too. I want to take care of you, daddy. I hate seeing these women abuse you like this. They just show a little cleavage and prance around then collect a bunch of gifts and attention from you before running off."

 

James shuddered as his little girl described his sad and wretched love life. She continued, "we've been learning about biological needs in class, Daddy. It's not fair." She released the hug and reached up to cup a smooth, small hand against her father's stubble covered cheek. He sighed as she brushed his cheek with a smile "it's not fair for you to feel these desires and not be able to do anything about them." James nodded lightly feeling his daughter's warm touch. He desperately tried to not 'enjoy' the touch too much, given she was his daughter and that would be wrong. This was difficult as the woman holding him now felt so much more mature than the awkward teenager that he had dropped off on campus just a few years prior.

 

"I want to take care of you. Will you let me take care of you, daddy?" Lori pleaded desperately with her father. "You shouldn't have to." James said with a sigh. "I shouldn't make my problems your problems, you should be able to just relax and enjoy your summer break from classes." Lori smiled and replies "I will enjoy a break from classes, but I won't be able to relax knowing you're in such agony."

 

James swallowed hard and said "I uhh… well… there's not much I can do about it. I'm sorry to say that my best years are behind me, and I never was much of a lady’s man even in my prime."

 

"How long have you been trying to get a steady girlfriend or wife?" Lori asked.

 

James frowned and whispered back “too long.”

 

Lori continued “and what is it you want from her?”

 

James gritted his teeth and said “I… I shouldn’t talk about that with you. You’re my daughter.”

Lori turned his face to stare into her own. She looked up into his eyes with a wide, empathetic stare.

 

“Is it just sexual release, or something else?” James shivered slightly in embarrassment.

 

“It’s okay, daddy, I have a solution to your problem, but I want to make sure it’s the right one first. Is the reason you keep trying to get these girlfriends just sexual release? Or are you looking for companionship?” James replied quietly still feeling his daughter’s warm body pressed up intimately against his cock, squeezing it between them and tantalizing it with pleasure with her every subtle movement. “I have enough friends and such for companionship. It’s just…” He shook his head.

“If I made it so you didn’t feel sexual desire, would your life be easier?” Lori asked. James blinked at her in surprise. He began to pull away, but she stayed with him saying “you wouldn’t have bad breakups, drinking binges, painful frustrations, right? If your sexual desire was gone, you could live free from all of this.” James hung his head in shame but then nodded.

 

James said “yes, my life would be better without sexual frustration. I just…” He shook his head and said, “I just don’t know what to do.” Lori smiled and said “I do. Let’s go downstairs and I’ll tell you about it.”

 

James felt strangely dependent as he let his daughter lead him by the hand back down to his kitchen. A twinge of guilt entered his heart as he beheld sunlight glinting off the dirty dishes still in the sink and filtering through the empty bottles of booze. He had meant to clean up the place before Lori came home for Summer break, but that intention had occurred before Sheila broke his heart. He took a seat at the wooden kitchen table, long since accustomed to having places set for three and only used by two, as Lori began unpacking her backpack onto it. James shivered lightly and squinted in fear at the bizarre items she produced from her pack. He watched in confusion as his little girl, still dressed in provocatively sensual attire, removed syringes and bottles of lidocaine from her bag followed by a small leather pouch which she opened via zipper to reveal a series of clamps, scissors, and forceps resting in red velvet held down by elastic straps. Finally, she removed a few flat, foil-wrapped cards marked ‘suture’ and pulled out a slender, glittering scalpel. It looked so small and beautiful glinting in her thin little fingers, and she seemed to smile at it as she whispered, “you’re going to help rescue my father.”

 

“What is all this?” James asked poking through the medical equipment.

 

“We learned in class that male sexual desire is driven exclusively by testosterone and your testes use specialized Leydig cells to produce about six milligrams per day which goes directly into your bloodstream.” Lori replied. She looked from the scalpel to her father and continued “I worked with the med-school students and learned surgical techniques from them. I also reviewed videos and practiced on some of the medical dummies at night when no one was around. I have all the equipment here to perform a bilateral orchiectomy.”

 

“A what?” James asked.

 

Lori looked down at him gently and replied, “surgical removal of your testicles.”

 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… I don’t know if I’m ready for that. Sounds like it would hurt like hell.” James protested.

 

Lori set the scalpel down and picked up the lidocaine saying “That’s why I have local anesthetic to block the pain. I also have antibiotics for afterwards, degradable sutures, everything for this. The med school should probably do a better job of locking up their supplies at night, but lucky for us, they didn’t. I’ve been watching videos and practicing in between classes for months.”

 

She gently set the lidocaine back down saying, “ever since Barb dumped you last Fall, I’ve been trying to find a way that I can help you. It struck me in class learning how simple male biology is and it broke my heart to know that such mechanisms were the root cause of all the problems for my daddy.”

 

She sat down across from him and leaned forward. One spaghetti strap of her top flopped gently down across her upper arm and she did not move to correct it rather leaving her bra plainly visible as it cupped up the beautifully smooth cleavage of her body. James looked across the table at her and could not resist his eyes trailing along the supple, soft curves of her breasts descending into the darkness between them.  She continued emphatically “six milligrams a day, that’s all it is, less that the weight of salt in a teardrop, Daddy, all of your pain and agony is caused by six milligrams of testosterone a day. I can fix it for you, Daddy. I want to fix it for you. I want…” She trailed off and pursed her lips bitterly as she continued “I want my old father back. The one from before all these wretched women teased and tormented you mercilessly driving you as mad as a leashed dog chasing voluptuous rabbits about the yard. Six milligrams, daddy, that’s all it is. It’s simple biology and I know how to fix it.”

 

James shuddered. He couldn’t deny she was right. Every date that ended with him painfully blue-balled. Every gift, dinner, sitting through a boring story that went nowhere, pretending to laugh at unfunny jokes, enduring criticisms, answering awkward questions about himself… and the inevitable disappointment of rejection…all the worst parts of dating crashed into his mind. Still, fear lingered across a multitude of directions.

 

With a few simple words, his sweet daughter had destroyed his worldview. He wanted to shout, run, scream, something but…

 

To where?

 

To what?

 

From what?

 

Run away from a daughter who wants to help?

 

James looked down at his hands. They trembled lightly as he contemplated what she was saying to him. As he stared at them, a small, lithe hand entered his view and wrapped warm, slender fingers over his own calloused old hands. He looked up to see his daughter’s wide-eyed, empathetic stare.

Lori’s other strap fell down her shoulder onto her upper arm laying like thin strands splayed open seemingly to point inward towards her breasts.

 

“I understand you want to help but I…  well… I don’t know if I’m ready to say goodbye to my sex life.”

 

She smiled sweetly and said “It’s a big decision and something that’s probably very scary. I just want you to know I’ll be with you every step of the way from the surgery through recovery.”

James stared off deep in thought for a while. His aching erection reminded him that his poor, blue balls hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in so many years that he yearned for the embrace of his daughter once more just so he could feel her body, smell her soft hair…

 

slide off her top…

 

He gritted his teeth as a shudder passed through his body as brutal recognition passed through his mind at the starved and despicable state of his body. No matter how much anguish, pain, and hatred he felt towards his ex-wife, a part of him wished she was here to tell him what to do. Dissonance passed through his mind, but Lori wrapped her fingers even more firmly around his hand stabilizing his world view.

 

It had always been the two of them.

 

All those years of care and struggle, helping Lori to grow up while doing the best he could for her as a father, James pondered if this, here and now, was the pay-off for all that investment. Despite her coquettish attire, James knew his daughter was now a full-grown woman, one who loved him and someone he could trust.

 

“Do you honestly think this is what’s best for me?” James whispered to her.

 

“Yes.” She replied earnestly.

 

James nodded slightly and said “I’m getting more and more desperate. I…” He shivered and said, “I can feel that I can’t trust myself so I’m going to trust you.” He looked up at her. She smiled warmly at him, and her eyes sparkled as she said “thank you, daddy. I’m going to take care of you. Okay?” James nodded. As his eyes trailed along the supple smooth curves of her breasts descending into her top, he chastised himself and said, “probably the sooner the better.”

 

“Agreed. We need to clean up first. We need to make things as sterile as we can including ourselves. Also, I’ll need to get you shaved.”

 

James blew out a sigh and said, “probably best if I just do that myself.” Lori shook her head and said “I can reach all parts and see it better. Besides, you’ll need to get used to me touching you down there. Obviously, I’ll have to do that to perform the surgery.”

 

“I… uhh…” James stammered.

 

“Do you trust me?” Lori asked pertinently.

 

James nodded.

 

“Then come upstairs with me. We need to get both of us cleaned up.”

 

James’s heart pounded in his chest as his gorgeously sensual daughter casually slid her shoulder straps back up and took him by the hand and lead him upstairs. As he ascended the stairs silently behind her, he stared at her voluptuous hips and buttocks swaying enticingly back and forth beneath the thinnest veneer of cloth that constituted her stretch capris. She was truly a woman now, full grown and mature. A desire ached within James’s groins, but it rose to even reach into his heart. If he could go back in time, do it all over again, find a woman truly worthy of his love…

 

It was then that he noticed her looking over her shoulder at him and smiling. She had caught him staring at her ass, however instead of the angry glare most women give at such a revelation she only smiled warmly at him with a glow of love on her face. As they reached the top landing, she turned to face him.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Yes?”

 

Lori bit nervously at her lower lip. They stood awkwardly close together in the narrow hallway. James could feel the heat of her body as midmorning sun cascaded in through the hallway window cutting a sharp square of light across her upper chest making her cleavage seem to glow luminescent.

“Since we both need to get cleaned up and I need to shave you, can we just shower together?”

James’s face blanched pale but his cock surged forward against the cloth of his pants. He swallowed hard as his manhood grew even harder. She leaned in close to him saying “it’s okay if you’re swollen. I know how painful it must have been to have no woman take you for so long. You won’t offend or anger me, understand? It’s okay. It’s just us. Ever since mom left…” She sighed and said, “it’s always been just us.”

James nodded weakly, and Lori gleamed like a little girl who just received a pet on Christmas morning. She grabbed hold of his hand but, in truth, it felt to James like she was holding onto his cock as she sensually sashayed her way down the hall with her sex-starved father pulled along absentmindedly in tow.

 

The flicker of white fluorescent glinted dully off the frosted glass shower door and chrome-framed medicine cabinet window. The same old bland bathroom still bearing the dated wallpaper James had promised his wife that he would remove next week some twenty years ago glowed into view. New life stepped within as Lori hushed her breath into a tone of reverence as they entered. James too felt the weight of what they were about to do. Sitting around the table and speaking in abstracts about surgery and sexuality was one thing. If anything, the serene setting lent an air of palpable banality to their discussion. Now standing next to the young woman, who had once been his little girl, with full knowledge that they would soon be naked together as she delicately cleansed and shaved his scrotum prior to removing his nuts, James came to appreciate fresh gravity to the situation. It felt so heavy that the next steps almost seemed to proceed as if they were underwater.

 

Lori reached into the shower and turned on the water letting it warm up. She cast her hat off to the side and stripped off her revealing top presenting James a sweet view of her lace-trimmed bra encasing her delicately smooth breasts. He couldn’t focus on these the way that he wanted as his eyes kept flitting along her smooth yet muscular arms and slender-fingered yet agile hands. It would be her hands that would end his manhood and this knowledge gave him a strange sense of ease.

It should be her hands to end his manhood. It was only fitting and right that the girl he raised to be a woman would be the one to make him no longer a man.

 

“You will need to take your clothes off for this.” Lori said with a soft, chuckling lilt to her voice.

 

“Uhh… yes… of course.” James said as he sheepishly. He slowly began unbuttoning his shirt as Lori slid off her yoga pants revealing thin, black panties pressed against gorgeously rounded flesh of her buttocks. She stepped over to the sink and rose onto her tiptoes opening the medicine cabinet. Seeing her long, beautiful legs and her sensual womanhood leaning against the sink, it took every ounce of James’s control to not give into his desire and rip her panties off so he could fuck her bent over the cabinet right then and there. She grabbed out a bottle of make-up remover and a bag of cotton balls that she had left behind her freshman year and gave it a shake before using them to wipe away the eyeshadow.

 

James looked away to focus on the task at hand as he slid off his shirt, the same one he had fallen asleep in the night before. Seeing the tearstains on his sleeve and smelling the old, useless cologne on his body gave him fresh resolve to go through with the operation. His desire could not be contained nor controlled, and it was clear that it was ruining his life and his happiness.

He kept his eyes lowered as he continued taking off his clothes. In short order he stood there doing the pathetic dance of kicking off his pants and socks for which there is no good or easy way to accomplish such things. This left him with nothing but a pair of boxer shorts bearing a very prominent and obvious bulge. As he reached for them, a pair of small, lithe hands burst into view from above. He looked up along a pair of lovely arms as thin, warm thumbs hooked into either side of his elastic band. The soft glow of living limbs rose to a wide set of gorgeous hips between which a thin patch of well-manicured pubic hair sat in a neat little triangle. As his eyes raised, he bore witness to her slender waist which expanded once more to her smooth breasts with sweet little nipples peeking out from both and finally across her shoulders and to her face. As his eyes went up, his shorts went down, and he caught site of his sweet daughter licking her lips hungrily as the elastic band of the last piece of cloth between them slid down the length of his erect shaft before passing beyond the swollen, purple tip of his cock which immediately sprung free no longer bound to the hateful captivity of cloth.

 

James stared at Lori’s face as she stared at his cock. Her eyes, now freshly cleaned of all artificial decorations, grew wide and her breath grew shallow at the sight of his manhood. She pressed his shorts down until they reached his knees at which point, they fell on their own accord, and she whispered, “hold onto me for balance.”

 

James’s hands trembled as he carefully placed them on the warm shoulders of his daughter. Whatever fear of heightening the sexuality of the situation, he might have sense became instantly trumped by her small lithe hands springing forth. The beautiful, warm fingers of her right hand wrapped firmly around his cock while her left cradled underneath cupping his balls in her palm. He gasped but she whispered “Shhh… it’s okay. Just kick your underwear off.”

 

The slightest motion of her thumb stroking lovingly along the sensitive frenulum of his cock forced all intelligent thought out of his mind as inhuman moaning came to his lips.

 

“Before I take your balls off you…” Lori paused and blew out a breath as she stood on the precipice of a question that she seemed afraid to ask.

 

“Can I experience what mom experienced?” Lori asked. She looked up into her father’s face as her thumb continued giving him delicious pleasure all of its own accord.

 

James protested lightly, “I…uh…I shouldn’t do that with my little girl.”

 

“Just this once and then, well, you’ll be done with sex anyhow, so it won’t matter. I just want to...” She pursed her lips and continued “experience sex with you. I mean, mom got to, but she didn’t really love you, at least not the way I do.” She looked down at his cock as she continued “it’s always been you and me. Thick as thieves. I just want to experience your sexuality at least once.”

James shivered under the conflicting forces of sexual pleasure and forbidden relations.

 

“I’m a woman now.  I’m on birth control, so it’s not like you’ll get me pregnant. Think of this as me helping you say goodbye to your manhood.” Lori let go of his cock and braced her hand against his thigh as James leaned back against the wall. She slowly knelt down falling sweetly onto her knees being eye-level view with his cock. She raised it with her hand and ran her fingers lovingly across his balls. They tensed and flexed in the strange way the muscular scrotum seems to move when a woman is nearby. Lori continued “Half of my DNA. Half of my existence came from these small things. But now they are hurting you. Look how swollen they are, pulsating with pent up desire. It’s only fair that I give the pleasures of my body as a final gift to your testicles. Would you accept it?”

James could no longer bring himself to deny her.

 

He nodded.

 

Lori’s chest raised and fell as she panted in hot desire. She whispered up to her father

 

“Don’t hold back. Take me like a woman. I want to experience everything, and I want to give you every pleasure.”

 

No sooner had the words left her lips than Lori felt her father’s firm, muscular fingers wrap behind her head. Her heart swooned as he pulled her face into his cock.  She opened her mouth wide feeling his smooth head slide smoothly into her wet, salivating mouth. Already the taste of manly saltiness presented itself and she savored it as she cupped along his soft, playful frenulum with her tongue and felt his hot, firm tip swelled ripe against the roof of her mouth. She didn’t need to worry too much about bobbing her head as her father’s hands did this for her and she soon felt him thrusting in and out of her mouth as he pulled her in close and released letting gravity drop her body back down away from him again before pulling her in again. Her poor knees ached on the tile floor, but her mind swam with delight at the thought of looking down at them later to marvel at the bruises and reminisce about the beautiful act which brought them to her. More important than all these experiences of touch, taste and the jarring sight of her father’s furry abdomen swinging close to view before pulling away again was how she felt emotionally. For years she stood by the side of her dad as bitches, and Lori felt quite justified in using such a word, abused his love. For years she dreamed of the day that he would accept from her the very thing all those angry strangers, people who bore no further qualifications to have her dad save for being female, trampled on him every day. Now, as she felt his cock filling her mouth and heard a panting, appreciative groan rise within his mouth the desires of her life seemed to be coming to fruition. Soon he would finally get the release he deserved from the one and only woman who truly loved him. Who cares if she was his daughter, if anything that meant she was even more justified to partake in these pleasures than all those angry strangers who used and abused him. His cock was now hers, as it was always meant to be, and based on the tightness in his balls and the swelling of his tip it was only a matter of time before…

 

James doubled over and moaned loudly in a near shout as he let go of his daughter’s head and grabbed instead onto her shoulders to steady himself. His weight compressed down painfully on her knees forcing a whimper to her voice. Still, dutifully, she pulled him in deep ignoring every natural instinct to let go and clear her mouth of his cock. Somewhere deep inside, across the magic of his manhood, a pulsing which was not his heartbeat sprung to life. Soon a torrent of salty-sweet cum filled her mouth. Forced open by his cock, such as it was, she could not bring herself to swallow in the moment rather holding still and letting him finish blowing his first and impressively massive load into her sweet mouth.

 

Lori pulled back just long enough to swallow and then plunged her head down once more letting James enjoy the beautiful sensation of wet, warm place to finish up cumming inside. She sweetly lapped at his frenulum feeling him shiver and groan with her every lick until his groans turned to giggles and his cock softened.

 

He leaned back and panted in the after tide of incredible pleasure as Lori released his cock. She stared right at the tight, smooth tip still dripping the last few drops of cum. The pain in her legs felt immense but also seemed more trophy than punishment as she whisper-sang to her father’s cock “bruises on both my knees for you.”

 

James reached down his hands and she grabbed hold rising slowly to her feet. She looked up with glistening eyes at her father’s face just as starved for validation as he had been for sexual release. “That was… incredible.” He panted out. Lori shivered and felt as if she might jump out of her skin. She had made a man experience paradise, not just any man, her beloved daddy. It was then that faint flow of cloud-like shadow crossed over them and she remembered the water as the room filled with steam.

 

She quickly reached into the shower and twisted the handle turning it off. Before they could get clean, they were about to get really dirty together.