Life Imitates Art

I would like to thank my editor, OnlyByMoonlight, for taking the time to read this story and provide valuable feedback.

This story is fiction.

I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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I was in my sophomore year at college. I lived quite a way from home, so I stayed in the dorm. I would visit my parents during hiatus and extended breaks. My studies, a part-time job, and a current boyfriend took up all of my time.

My boyfriend and I had been going together almost a year. I thought we were becoming very serious. We did everything together and were very rarely seen without one another. I was expecting him to propose. That is until I stopped by one day and found him with another girl in his room. They were in the middle of having sex. I was so angry I couldn't speak. I turned to walk out of the room.

"Janice, please, wait," he called out to me. I did not answer and did not speak to him. I was fuming. How could he betray me like that? I was very hurt. I went back to my dorm, fell on my bed, and cried myself to sleep.

When I awoke, my head was splitting. It felt like someone had hit me with a mallet. I felt very empty and didn't know what I wanted. All I knew was that I didn't want to be at school. Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice.

It was mid-semester, so my studies and my job left me little time to dwell on my ex-boyfriend. Even when I did see him, it didn't seem to bother me anymore. I was starting to feel good about myself again. I was also starting to feel horny. I missed having sex.

One of the things Larry had introduced me to was pornography in its many forms. We both enjoyed the films and videos. Being an avid reader, I liked reading erotic stories. I found a site that provided plenty of variety.

I noticed they added a new section dealing with stories about incest. This intrigued me. I never had thoughts about any family members. I wanted to read about it.

I picked a story and read it through. It was about a mother and son who were stranded in their home during a storm and how they overcame both the storm and each other. Reading it made me hornier than I already was, so I broke out the old vibrator and began building myself to a wonderful orgasm.

After I was done, I decided to read another story. I selected a different one and began reading it. This one was about a father/daughter relationship and how it started, developed, and lasted through the years.

There was something remotely familiar about this story. I couldn't place my finger on it and it wasn't something that stood out. Maybe it was in the way the story was told, some of the characters or the setting, I don't know. There was just something familiar about it.

I noted the author's pen name and looked for more stories by that author. It turned out that the author had written many different stories. Most were in the same category. There were a few mother/son and sibling stories. But the focus seemed to be on father/daughter relationships.

I looked at the author's profile and found he was a male and very close in age to my own father. I decided to read one more story and shut it down for a while. I finished that story and the feeling of familiarity had become even stronger.

Over the course of the semester, I would return to the site and read more stories. Most of what I read was written by the author I had discovered. His stories were always very well written.

Then came the night I logged on and found a new story. I read it and then, for the first time, I knew why the feelings of familiarity were so strong. The settings and characters were familiar. Even the story itself had a familiarity to it as he described certain things and events throughout.

Not all his stories contained actual events. He did well enough to separate reality and make the settings and events fictitional. But there was no mistaking it. This author was my father! I couldn't believe it.

There was no way my mother could have known about this. She was pretty conservative when it came to sex and pornography was definitely out of the question. "Why that dirty old bastard," I chided with myself.

The following day I couldn't stop thinking of my discovery. Another thought had entered my mind. What if I was wrong and this author wasn't my father? Last night, I had been so sure. I don't know why I was having second thoughts. There are many authors who write erotic stories. Some of them have something in them that could be familiar. None of them had affected me like this author.

I had to know. The only way to find out would be to confront my father. If I was right, then I'd know. However, if I was wrong, I would wind up hurting someone who I loved very dearly. I didn't know how I would ever be able to face him again after wrongly accusing him of writing erotic fiction.

I decided to come home for spring break. I am not much into partying anyway. Daytona Beach or any other spring break destinations just seemed silly. Besides, I've seen what these kids look like coming back from spring break. I called my parents to tell them the news. My mother answered the phone.

"This is wonderful news, honey! I'm so excited. Paul! Guess what? Janice is coming home for spring break!"

I heard my father running into the kitchen and he took the phone from my mother. "Is that right? You're coming home? Why the big change?"

"Dad, it's not a big change. It's only for a week while school is out for spring break. I thought it would be nice to be home with everyone since it has been a while."

"Make sure you let us know what flight you'll be on so we can meet you. Janice, your mom and I are so proud of you and we love you very much."

"I love you, too, Dad."

He handed the phone back to my mother. "Honey, I cannot wait to see you and catch up on everything that's going on. Your brother and sister are going to be excited as well."

"I know, mom. I can't wait to see Jim and Suzie, too. I have to go now. I have some studying to do. I'll see you soon. Love ya."

"Love you, too."

It was done. I made my plans. I turned to my computer and made my flight reservations. I then went to the website and printed the latest story from my now favorite author.

The two weeks to the end of the semester seemed to drag on and on. Finally, it was here.

My flight was comfortable but my thoughts were on finding my parents as I was stepping off of the jet way into the terminal. I knew they wouldn't be too hard to find. My mother saw me first and rushed to greet and hug me as I stepped beyond the security gates.

"Oh, Janice! It is so good to see you again." I was just as excited and hugged her back.

"Hi, mom! It's great to see you, too."

"Am I going to get a turn," my father interjected.

"Of course," I replied, smiling back at him. Mom stepped aside and let my father greet me. "Hi dad, how have you been?"

"Great! And even better now that you're here." He grabbed me and we hugged each other for a good while.

"Hey, I have to get my suitcase. And I'm starving. Can we stop somewhere and get something to eat?"

"I'll have no such thing," mom responded. "I worked all day preparing a pot roast and you'll have dinner at home."

Mom never misses a beat. Her pot roast is absolutely my favorite meal.

Mom stayed with me and we made girl-talk as we waited at the baggage carousel for my suitcase. When I finally retrieved it, we walked outside and caught up with dad who left us to pull the car around. We got in and headed home. It was so good to be here.

I set my suitcase in my room as mom made the final dinner preparations. Jim and Suzie were helping her out and dad turned the game on while he waited. I looked forward to a nice, quiet evening just catching up with everything and seeing everyone. Of course, little did he know, my dad had a surprise coming. A very big surprise.

Dinner was delicious and the conversation was light and breezy. I didn't realize how much I had missed my brother and sister until then.

Jim was in his senior year at high school and had developed into a strapping young man. His involvement with sports ensured he was slim and athletic. He also inherited dad's good looks.

Suzy was in her sophomore year at high school and was beginning to come into her own. She was turning into a beautiful young woman. It wouldn't be long until dad had his hands full with the boys. It reminded me of when I was her age. I just hope she doesn't give dad the gray hairs I did when I was in high school.

Mom was a former prom queen. After 20 years of marriage and 3 children, she could still turn a head or two. Her reddish-auburn hair reflected sunlight. She passed that on to both Suzie and I.

Dad was a former high school and college athlete as well. He still worked out a couple of times a week just to maintain his weight and health.

Following dinner, we all pitched in to clean up and give mom a much needed break. Then we adjourned to the living room where we talked until the late hours.

Mom was the first to get up. "It's getting late and I have to be up and out tomorrow. I was called in to work to substitute for another volunteer who can not show up at the hospital. Good night, all." She worked her way around to give everyone a good night kiss. "It is so good to have you home, even if it is for a week," she said after kissing me good night.

Jim followed suit not too long afterwards. He had a game tomorrow and needed to be at school early so he could catch the bus. His team was playing another team and the drive there would take a couple of hours.

I was exhausted from the day of traveling, so I wound up heading to my room to turn in. I imagine dad and Suzie followed suit not too long afterwards.

The following morning, I woke up and it was about 9:30. I never sleep that late. I made my way downstairs and found the house empty.

"Where is everyone?" I thought to myself.

Someone was good enough to leave the coffee pot on and a few cups left, so I poured myself a cup, turned the pot off, sat down and took a sip. Not too long afterwards, dad came strolling in from behind. He must have been in his study. Probably writing another story. The thought of that made me smile. It also made my pussy start tingling.

"Well, good morning, sleepy head. How are you today?"

"I can't believe I slept that long. I never sleep late like that."

"You must have been really knocked out from traveling all day."

"Yea, I guess I was. Hey, where is everyone?"

"You know where your mother is. Jim had his basketball game, and Suzie is spending the day and night with her friends. It's something they had been planning for a month now. She was concerned you might be upset since this is your first full day home."

"No, I'm not upset. She'll have a great time. So what about you? What have you got on your agenda today?"

"Nothing much. I just thought I'd catch up on some work that I needed to get done. I was coming in for another cup of coffee."

Dad's a business consultant. He contracts himself out to corporations. It's nice because he can pick and choose when he wants to work and when he doesn't. He always finds time for his family which is ideal for him.

"I think I'm going to finish this, grab a shower, get dressed, and then hang out with you for a while."

"Are you sure you want to hang out with your old dad? Don't you have friends you haven't seen for a while who you would like to look up?" It was obvious he was politely trying to get rid of me.

"I have plenty of time for that. Today is my lazy day, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get cleaned up."

I headed upstairs to take my shower. The hot water pouring over my body was good and felt refreshing. I took my time soaping myself down, paying particular attention to my large breasts and my pussy.

I was extremely horny this morning and masturbating inside the shower was not going to get it done. I finished washing, rinsed, and dried off. I wrapped the towel around myself and headed to my room.

I closed the door and locked it. I retrieved my trusty old vibrator from my suitcase. I began rubbing it up and down my slit. My other hand went to my breasts and started tweaking and twisting my nipples. They were hard in no time. I lifted my breast and began tonguing it. My vibrator was now sending wonderful, pulsing sensations through to my clit. My hips started rocking as I continued rubbing it up and down.

"Uh, uh, uh!" I couldn't believe how wet I was getting. I started fantasizing. It was about an older man and a much younger woman. It didn't take me long to realize I was recalling a scene from a story my father had written. I was fantasizing about having sex with my father. I couldn't believe it. The thought got me wetter and wetter. I slid the vibrator into my love hole while my other hand took over on my clit.

My orgasm washed over me like a dozen tidal waves. Every part of my body was alive with sensations. As it subsided, I just lay where I was and basked in the afterglow.

Once I was completely finished, I got up and got dressed. I decided to put on a pair of the tightest fitting jeans I had and a skimpy tank top. I was going to give my father a show. I also took the manuscript with me. I figured with the house empty, it would be the perfect time to talk to him.

I had butterflies in my stomach as I headed down the stairs. I could not shake this feeling that I could be wrong. This was something I had to find out. I didn't want to hurt or anger my father but I just had to find out.

I headed into the study to find my father working away on the computer. He looked up and his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Couldn't you find something a little less revealing?"

"Probably," I replied, "but I didn't think it would be appropriate for the conversation we are about to have."

He looked at me quizzically at first, then apprehensively. "And what would the topic of this conversation be?"

"Your little hobby that mom doesn't know about."

I could tell he was starting to get nervous. I didn't want him feeling that way or feeling threatened, so I showed him the manuscript I printed off. He recognized it immediately.

"How did you find out?"

I explained everything to him. I told him how I liked to watch porn and I especially loved reading it. I told him how his characters and settings, while fictional, were close enough to things that had occurred and people we knew that I could put it all together. I could also see the concern on his face.

"You don't intend on showing this to your mother and telling her, do you?"

"First, I'd have to explain to her why her daughter was reading pornographic literature on a website. I don't think that's going to sit very well with her."

We both got a good laugh out of the obvious.

"Let me ask you," I continued. "Why incest? And why father and daughter stuff? Who did you have in mind? Me? Suzie? Both of us?"

"I don't know. I don't think I had anyone in particular in mind. The thoughts just came into my mind and I wrote the stories."

I wasn't sold on that. He must have had some deep-rooted feelings for either Suzie or me. He was mature and responsible enough to not act on those feelings, but they must have been there to begin with.

"C'mon, Dad. I'm not a child. Inspiration comes from somewhere, and something must have inspired you to write about one of us. Knowing the kind of man you are, and the fact that you would not intentionally hurt any of us, I am guessing you had me in mind because Suzie is still too young."

Dad was becoming uncomfortable. His face turned red. I needed to calm him down.

"Relax. I'm not upset. I just want to know what inspires you. To be honest, it was turning me on, too. I'm just as guilty for reading. Your stories are so good, I found I couldn't put them down. I also found I couldn't stop reading them."

"I'm glad my daughter approves of my work," he replied.

I smiled. It was nice to know I could have this conversation with my father. "So, where do we go from here?"

He thought about that for a second. He then got up, came over, pulled me close, and engaged me in a long, passionate kiss. Now I was the one taken by surprise. I never thought my father would do this.

I didn't fight back or pull away. Somewhere deep inside of me, I wanted it just as badly as he did. I could feel myself getting all weak and tingly. My nipples started hardening and my pussy began getting wet with desire. I moved closer and felt my father's hard-on through his jeans. His cock felt monstrous. His hand moved over my breast as he continued the kiss. His tongue was probing the inside of my mouth.

My head was spinning. I felt like I had lost all control and my father was now in command. He continued squeezing and manipulating my breast through my tank top. I had to break the kiss or I might never breathe again.

"I think we should move this somewhere else, don't you?"

My father swooped me up and carried me to the guest bedroom adjacent to his study. He laid me down on the bed and then lay down half on me and half off. His hand reached under the tank top where he began tweaking my nipple. The sensation sent chills down my spine and throughout my body.

My left hand was trying to get a feel for his swollen cock. He lifted my tank top over my head and threw it to the side. I continued trying to reach his cock.

"In time, my dear, sweet, young daughter. All in due time," he said as he continued to work on me.

He began kissing my breasts and took turns sucking each one. My nipples were so hard. I was breathing deeply and raggedly. "Oh, d-d-daddy, this feels so g-g-o-o-o-d!"

I was finally able to reach and pull his polo shirt off him. I reached down and tried undoing his belt but it was difficult.

My young body was writhing in ecstasy as he continued moving down, kissing every single spot on my abdomen. I don't think he missed a spot. He got to my jeans and unbuttoned them, pulled the zipper down and slid them down over my hips. I raised my hips to allow him greater freedom. His hand made direct contact with my pussy through my panties. I was so wet, it was seeping through. He rubbed up and down my snatch a few times and I appreciatively bucked in rhythm to his hand.

"M-m-m-m-m-m, this feels wonderful," was all I could muster.

"I'm going to make my daughter feel like no one else could make her feel," he said in between kisses.

Finally, he could not wait any longer. He removed my panties and paused to take a look.

"How beautiful you are," he said as he took time to appreciate my pussy. He moved his mouth closer and began kissing my outer lips. He was taking his time and it was driving me out of my mind. All I wanted was for him to eat me and bring me to an orgasm. What a tease he was. But I also knew that I would appreciate it more when I did climax.

Finally, his tongue made its way along my slit. I gasped so loudly I thought the neighbors would hear. He continued licking up and down, each time going a little deeper until he had his tongue deep into my love hole. Now he was fucking me with his tongue.

"Unh, unh, deeper, faster! Daddy, please!" I encouraged him. My hips were rocking back and forth to try and increase both pressure and pace. My orgasm was building and I knew I wouldn't be long. "Oh, my god. My clit! Suck my clit! Please!" Dad moved from my love hole to my clit. He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers.

"Oh, oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh!" I was on the verge. I grabbed the bed as if I was holding on for dear life. My hips were bucking wildly. Dad grabbed them to try to hold me down but it was no use. He moved them to play with my tits and nipples. That drove me over the edge.

"Oh, m-y-y-y g-o-o-o-o-d!" I yelled as my orgasm washed over me. I was quivering and shaking all over as my body felt the release it so desperately needed. My juices flowed from my pussy and drenched my dad. He tried drinking in as much as he could but I'm sure some escaped somewhere. I finally calmed down after about 5 minutes.