Rachel’s First Time with Daddy [Incest][Trans][MTF]

I was in my office, working on a new project that had taken up much of my free time when I heard drawers slam and then stomping coming from the master suite in the home I shared with my wife of 20 years and our only child, a beautiful daughter.

I rushed down the hall only to be met with my wife, red faced, hair going wild, dragging a huge suitcase. “Honey, what’s going on? Are you ok?” I asked.

“I’m done, so fucking absolutely done! I can’t pretend like we’re a normal family, it’s just sick!” she raged while struggling to descend the large staircase to the first floor. I heard a soft click and saw my daughter peering out of her bedroom door, her silken blonde hair and baby blue eyes filled with tears making my stomach clench for a moment before I hurried down the stairs after my wife.

I caught her by the front door, keys in hand. I grabbed her arms to make her stop for a moment and begged her to just “please tell me what’s going on!” She spit in my face, “our son is a sick pervert and you are too! I can’t enable this behavior any longer, it’s him or me!” Her red rimmed eyes stared defiantly into mine.

A muffled sob caused us both to turn and there was my daughter, tears streaming down her face. My heart ached, thinking about the choice I would have to make.

I should back up and explain. We don’t have a son, rather…we did. He was a beautiful baby, so sweet and small. Growing up, he was never quite like the other boys. Always more sensitive, preferred sitting alone and reading to rough housing with other boys. He hated masculine clothes and many a fight was had between him and his mother over his preferences for a feminine look.

We were still surprised when at 15, he came to us and said he was not our son, but our daughter. Rachel was the name she picked. She always took after her mother but after starting her transition it was all the more obvious that she was meant to be a woman. She barely brushed 5’2”, with a petite frame and a little bubble butt. Pale blonde hair that she grew down her back and always wore loose. I felt so hulking next to her, at 6’2” with dark hair and stubble that never seemed to disappear no matter how many times a day I shaved.

I had never met someone who was trans, at least as far as I knew. I did research that night alone in my office while my wife laid in bed loudly sobbing. After reading about surgeries and hormones and clothing to aid in “passing” I stumbled upon a darker side….porn with trans women. Dating sites for what they call “chasers.” Tops. Bottoms. Switching. Every link led to something more. I was intrigued but never thought I would start to be turned on by these images. Quickly though, it was all I could get off to. My sex life with my wife no longer interested me and when I did manage to get it up for her, I could only cum fucking her from behind while imagining she had a cock.

I fully supported Rachel’s choices and over the years, while my secret obsession grew, she too grew into a beautiful woman. Over time I realized that I was watching her, not as a proud father, but as a man with a crush. It wasn’t a sudden moment where it all changed but a gradual process. I saw how her hair flicked across her lower back while walking around the house, how her soft, shiny lips moved when she talked to me, how her eyes lit up when I brought her special presents back from my business trips.

Anytime I saw her in a tiny crop top, her puffy nipples pushing against the fabric, or in a swimsuit, her small soft bulge gently outlined in fabric, I would count down the minutes until I could escape to my office and release the pent up feelings. I would masturbate, thinking of her lips tracing the line of my cock, kissing her neck, hands wrapped around her thin waist. I knew it was wrong, to want to fuck your own child. But to me, she was the ultimate perfect woman. Even just saying her name felt good in my mouth.

My wife never accepted Rachel, even after 4 years had gone by. She tried to put a stop to every moment of transition. If she spotted any girl clothes in the laundry, into the trash they went. I got my daughter a lock for her room to keep her mother from trashing anything in there. I corrected her every time she misgendered Rachel or used her deadname. Eventually she stopped referring to Rachel at all and then they completely avoided each other. They were never in the same room at the same time. We were at a stalemate or so I thought but now I knew better. She was making an ultimatum. Her or our child, who yes I absolutely wanted to fuck. But beyond that, I loved Rachel. I loved her as a man and as her father both, I could never abandon her.

My decision was quick. Easier than my wife expected I’m sure. She probably thought right up until the end that I would choose her but it was never going to happen.

“Her.”

The light faded from my wife’s eyes and she went limp, like all the air had gone out of her. “I see. You’ll be hearing from my divorce lawyer,” she said as she opened the front door and stepped out with the heavy suitcase. She tossed over her shoulder at Rachel, “I hope you’re happy. This is all your fault, you ruined my life.” With that last jab, I slammed the door shut behind her.

I turned to Rachel who was sobbing quietly into her hands. She looked so small and fragile, standing in the foyer in an oversized sweatshirt and shorts that barely peeked out from underneath it. She was so beautiful, my angel. I walked over and gathered her in my arms while gently making consoling sounds.

After a moment, she looked up at me and said, “Daddy, did I ruin your life? Is she right?”

My breath hitched a moment looking into her eyes, closer to her than I’d been in years. I had avoided hugs for so long, worried my body would betray my lust for my daughter. I reassured her, “No. You have always been the greatest thing that happened to me. I love you more than anything, your mom is just angry and doesn’t understand. But it’s ok, from now on it’s you and me. You’ll never have to worry about me choosing anyone over you.”

She buried her face in my chest and wrapped her arms around me while I kissed the top of her head. “Thank you daddy, I love you too…so much.”

We stood like that for a moment when I felt it, a warmth in my belly and the stirrings of my cock. She didn’t let go however, in fact it seemed like she held me tighter. I brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes, which held a look like I’ve never seen in them before. I kissed each of her cheeks before brushing my lips across hers. She parted them and let out a tiny sigh while closing her eyes. I pressed my lips to hers harder until I couldn’t breathe. I broke the kiss and said while brushing my thumb across her lips, “I love you Rachel…I can’t keep it in anymore. I want you, like how a man wants a woman. I’ve wanted you for years.”

A small, shy grin spread across Rachel’s face. “I’ve wanted you for years too Daddy…when I touch myself I imagine it’s you…always….”

I kissed her for real then, taking her face in my heads, burying my hands in her hair. She moaned low in her throat as I swirled my tongue against her’s. I broke the kiss to trail my tongue along her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone while she said softly, “I want you, I want you, I want you”

I suddenly scooped her in my arms and carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom. She was so small, it felt like I was carrying air. I gently set her on the bed and briefly paused to admire how she looked in the bed I once shared with my wife. I hoped that Rachel would be the one to share it with me now and forever. I knelt over her, pressing my lips to her more insistently as I ran my hands all over her body, exploring every inch I could get my hands on. She clung to me, returning my kisses with sighs of contentment and soft moans. I slipped my hands under her sweatshirt and lifted it over her head, desperate for more access to her body.

She had on a lacy bra, covering her small breasts and rising slightly over her puffy nipples. She pushed my shirt off as well, the contrast of my hard hairy chest against her pale, soft flesh making me even more excited. She frantically kissed me and wrapped her legs against my waist, grinding into my hard cock through my pants.

Kissing her chest, I unhooked her bra and admired how pale her areolas were. I brought my mouth to her left nipple while gently caressing her left with my finger tips.

She moaned, “Oh Daddy, oh Daddy please…”

I switched breasts, my fingers playing over her now wet nipple, rubbing my spit around and around then pinching gently while I relished in the feel of her small breast in my mouth. I flicked my tongue harder in response to her breathing getting heavier.

My cock was aching, I could feel the precum soaking the front of my briefs and I needed to let it be free. I broke contact and stood up. Rachel looked at me, so alluring and innocent at the same time.

“Daddy, where are you going?”

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting more comfortable baby,” I said as I slipped my pants off and dropped my briefs at the same time.

She gasped taking in my not-to-shabby 7.5” cock and large, heavy balls. I leaned over and slipped her tiny shorts off, revealing lacy underwear that barely hid her soft, small cock and the wet spot on the front like a spotlight.

Rachel froze and I asked, “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

She looked at me nervously. “I…just have never had sex and…and I am scared you’re disgusted I’m not a real woman….”

I laid next to her, taking her in my arms and looking deep into her eyes and reassured her, “I will take it as slow as you need and you never, ever have to worry about me being disgusted by you. Not only are you a real woman, to me you are the perfect woman. I love everything about your body.”

She relaxed into me and pressed her lips to mine again as we melted together. I felt her rubbing her cock against mine and I broke our kiss to moan into her hair. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, every touch was like a lightning bolt to my cock. I needed her so badly, I couldn’t take it any longer.

I slipped my fingers along the edge of her panties and pulled them off as I moved down her body until my mouth found her cock. I gently licked and kissed her all over as I spread her legs while finding her hole with my fingers. I carefully circled her, not wanting to scare her or even worse, cause her any pain.

Rachel moaned and writhed as I reached up and pinched each of her nipples. She begged me, “Daddy please, please I need you…I need you to fuck me. I need your cock..please please please!”

I grinned as I lowered my face down to her hole and said in between licks, “Don’t worry, we will get there…” I alternated between licking and gently slipping my fingers inside her to prep for my cock. I was desperate to fuck her but knew I would have to take it slow, making sure she was ready for me.

Once I was sure she could handle my cock, I rose up and kissed her while I lined up my achingly hard cock with her hole. I said, “Are you ready for Daddy’s cock? I want you to be sure because once I take you, you’ll always be mine. No one else will be able to have you…everything will change.”

Rachel wrapped her legs around me and said, “I’m sure Daddy. Fuck your little girl’s pussy, I’m yours!”

I pushed into her, slowly as I watched her face change and her breath catch. I bottomed out after what felt like an hour and closed my eyes to relish in the feeling. She was so tight I felt like I could cum immediately. I wanted this to be good for her though, not just for me. If she was to be mine, I wanted to be hers as well.

I lowered myself close to her body as I began to pump in and out so I could feel her cock rubbing against me. She moaned in my ear, “Yes Daddy fuck me…yes…cum inside my pussy…fill me up…”

We felt electric, our rhythm perfect as I fucked her and she raised her body up to fuck me back. I wrapped my hands around her neck admiring how large they looked compared to her delicate body, then traced down to her cock.

“Do you love Daddy’s cock?” I asked as I slowly stroked her in time to my own thrusts.

“Yes Daddy! Please never stop…fuck me whenever you want! Fill me with your cum every day…my pussy is yours….” She gasped as I slammed into her harder, “Breed me Daddy, I want to be pregnant…and have your babies…Oh! Oh!”

I lifted her body up and moved into a sitting position with her still firmly on my cock. She wrapped her arms around my neck and began to bounce up and down in a frenzy. I felt her still soft cock rubbing against my belly with every movement and I moaned “I want you to cum for Daddy first, then Daddy is going to give you all his cum.”

She began to rock back and forth, her mouth opened and eyes closed. Her breathing got heavier as I pulled her close, her cock leaking more and more. Rachel threw her head back and screamed “Yes! Yes! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck!”

She shuddered a few times, then fell forward onto my chest gasping for air. I held her for a moment, stroking her hair. After a moment she brought her eyes to mine. I saw so much love there, I knew that we were bound together forever. I kissed her gently and said, “Daddy is going to cum now but I’m going to fuck you extra hard, ok?”

She softly said, “Daddy, you can take me however you want.”

With that, I stood up off the bed and turned to throw her down. She giggled as I flipped her over, then moaned as I ran my hands along her ass. I spread her cheeks and spit hard on her hole, before plunging in. I felt her tight ass clenching my cock, which seemed harder than it ever had been. She felt like she was made for me, my beautiful daughter. I wrapped my hands around her tiny waist and thrusted hard. The air in the room was heavy, the smell of sweat and sex leaving me gasping for more as the sound of my balls slapping against her encouraged me to go faster, faster, faster.

Then I felt it, a warmth in my balls. It built up, then spread through my whole body as I roared and came harder than I have in my life. It felt like I was emptying years of cum into my daughter’s ass. She jerked with each shot of cum, like she could feel the splatter inside of her. After several minutes of being frozen, I collapsed on top of her. Wrapping my hands around her, I turned Rachel’s head to mine and kissed her.

“That was the best orgasm of my life”

“Mine too Daddy,” she replied with heavy lids.

I rolled off her and then gathered her into my arms saying, “now, you’ll have to lay down for a bit so my sperm can impregnate you.”

Rachel giggled and buried her face into my neck. “Oh Daddy, I know you can’t get me pregnant! It’s just a fun fantasy to think about.”

I smiled down at her and tipped her chin up, “I know I can’t but it’s certainly not going to stop me from trying…every day….multiple times a day.”

As I pressed my lips to my gorgeous trans daughter’s, I knew I was making a promise I would always keep. She was mine, I was hers. Forever.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o4gcms/rachels_first_time_with_daddy_incesttransmtf