Author's Note: (The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people and places are coincidental.)


Love and lust are strange things. Most teenage girls develop carnal attraction and fall in love in the usual way: Meet a nice boy, get to know each other, build trust, seal the deal with a kiss, and consummate the deal with sex, then get married and live happily ever after. My love and lust story however is quite different the norm, and to many, may seem immoral and socially unacceptable. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and I will not let the social norm deter my love for him. The following is my true story of love and sex with someone whom I never thought would fall for so strongly in love with.

I am the only child of my mother and father, and they have raised me to be a calm and accepting teenage girl of 18 years who keeps an open mind in life. My Mom dotes on me like any caring mother but still manages to be a close friend to me. My Dad is somewhat more distant but unlike most fathers he treats me like an adult rather than a child which I appreciate from him. If the thin walls of my house are any indication, Mom and Dad are still in a very sexually active relationship with each other doing it almost every other night despite being the parents of a daughter old enough to "do it" as well. Even after Dad got his vasectomy it did not curb his or Mom's sex drive. On the contrary, with the risk of pregnancy no longer an issue, the two of them were going at it like a young teenage couple throwing all caution to the wind.

As for my own sex life, despite being a cute and sexy girl of 18 I had yet to start dating someone, much less lose my virginity. But unlike most high school sluts, I actually did not mind keeping my purity as a woman and took pride in saving myself for the man I truly loved and felt a magnetic attraction to. Despite this I kept a fairly normal social life and made friends like any other teenager.

Because of issues with my Mom's work she had to work abroad in Europe for a period of no shorter than 6 months. My Dad and I understood that she had an obligation to fulfill so we saw her off at the airport and wished her the best of luck overseas and prepared ourselves for being short a motherly figure in our household. Much like any responsible daughter, I took over most of Mom's domestic duties at home and my Dad and I learned to live without her around.

However, there was one role of Mom's that I couldn't fill which soon became apparent to me. Out of the blue while I was cleaning the household about a week after Mom left, Dad asked me a very weird question. He asked if I would let him tie me up for a while. Any normal teenage girl probably would have screamed pervert and called the police, but I actually understood where Dad was coming from. With Mom gone he had no outlet for his libido and no means to satisfy his sexual needs, and given how frequently Mom and Dad went at it in the past, it was no surprise he was going through sex withdrawal. I take it he chose me of all people because I just so happened to be the closest other woman in his life. I didn't hold it against him for suggesting something so perverted, but I said no all the same. He seemed to drop the topic once I refused.

But about a week later Dad asked me again if I would let him tie me up. Once again I wrote off his request as just another product of sex suppression so I turned him down once again and we both went about our daily lives. However he got into the habit of asking his bondage question more than once a week, and no matter how many times I said no he just kept on asking me. Why I didn't call the police even once shocks me to this day.

I knew Dad wasn't going to stop asking me this question until I said yes, so one day out of sympathy, and perhaps out of suppressed horniness, I agreed to let him tie me up so that he could vent his sexual impulses. We went down to the basement so that we could perform the bondage out of sight. I may have agreed to be Dad's substitute erotic muse but I still set some moral ground rules for our bondage sessions:

1. That I remain clothed during bondage. No nudity.

2. He could look at me all he wanted but he was not allowed to touch me in any way.

3. He could take pictures only if he kept them private and did not distribute them to other people.

With those rules set, my first bondage experience began. Dad got out a chair which I would sit on and be tied to during our sessions. Using rope he tied my wrists behind the back of the chair and then proceeded to tie my legs to the chair legs until they were nice and secure. With my legs bound he then wound some more rope above and below my breasts constricting my arms in the process. Finally he took out a large bandanna, folded it into a long strip and then tied it over my mouth really tightly, gagging me.

With me completely bound, gagged, and helpless, Dad then took a seat himself and began examining me like I was some kind of work of living art. I could tell he was hard. After staring at me for what felt like forever he took out his camera and snapped a couple dozen photographs for his own personal use. It felt so embarrassing to be shaped into some kind of sex object for my Dad.

But even more embarrassing, as flustered as I was, I actually liked the feeling of being tied up! The feelings of helplessness, my inability to move of my own free, and the sound of my own muffled voice actually gave me butterflies in my stomach and aroused me. It was kind of an awkward moment to realize that I had a latent bondage fetish while my own Dad is sizing me up like a piece of meat.

After about half an hour he finally untied me having been satisfied with our session. Having awakened my own erotic desires, I worked up the courage to tell him that he was free to tie me up again any time he felt like it, and he was happy to hear it. I initially told myself that I was allowing Dad to do those things to me so that he had a safe and healthy outlet for his libido, but in reality I was enjoying these bondage sessions as much as he was.

On an almost daily basis Dad would tie me up in many different ways and in many different positions, all of which were chronicled with his pictures. I looked forward to each new day with an erotic sense of eagerness and fell in love with BDSM subculture, but I was also falling in love with something even naughtier, my Dad. At first our bondage relationship was strictly professional where I satisfied his desire for a bondage model and he satisfied my desire to be tied up. But as the months passed our relationship evolved into a master/slave affair, and somewhere in between that transition, my feelings for him grew far beyond that of a fatherly figure or a master. Before I even realized it, I had fallen madly in love with my own father.

Despite my powerful feelings for him, I couldn't work up the courage to confess to him. However, as our bondage sessions continued, I gradually began breaking two of my three moral rules. Initially I only allowed Dad to tie me up fully clothed, but as I grew more comfortable with our sessions I gradually began showing more skin. I went from sweaters, to exercise shorts, to underwear over the course of just a few months. Eventually I even got to the point where I felt perfectly comfortable being completely nude while in bondage with my father staring at my sultry body.

The second rule that I not only broke but outright destroyed, was my look but don't touch policy. Having fallen in love with my biological father, I gradually allowed him to stroke my body while I was tied. I eventually let him get as handy as he wanted with me, even allowing him to caress my naked breasts and even go so far as to let him finger my pussy until I came.

But I finally got a chance to express my true feelings to him about five months after our bondage relationship began. During a particularly hefty and restrictive bondage session Dad asked me something I had previously only dreamed about. He asked if it was okay if he could have sex with me. I was on cloud nine at the very thought of the suggestion. I was heavily gagged at the time so I could not say yes, so instead I eagerly nodded my head giving him the okay to make me a true woman.

The sex was incredible and the bondage only heightened the pleasure even further. At that moment I knew, Dad was the man I had been waiting for all my life. My true love who could satisfy my body, heart, and soul. The man who I never wanted to leave my side. After the sex was over and I was untied I finally told him that I loved him not solely as a father or as a master, but as a man. I was so happy when Dad told me he felt the same way about me. With our unified feelings, we finally became a proper romantic couple held together by a bond of lust and love stronger than the sturdiest of chains.

There was still one glaring problem however, Mom. After six months of overseas work she finally came home, oblivious to illicit things my Dad and I did together and the romance that budded because of it. She said she missed me and that she missed Dad "very" much. With her back home, the two of them went back to banging each other as if she had never left. Dad was still very much in love with Mom, but he still loved me just as much. Whenever Mom was out or asleep we still had our bondage sessions and sex, but we knew we had to keep our relationship a secret from Mom.

However, our secret did not last very long. About two months after Mom got back home, she caught us in the act with me in full bondage and Dad inside me. Rather calmly she broke up our session and asked me to wait in my room until she was done "talking" to Dad. I feared for the worst. That Mom was going to file criminal charges against Dad, that they were going to get a divorce, and that I was going to lose not only my father, but also my master and lover. I tried to hear what they were talking about from my room, but I couldn't hear a word.

After what felt like an eternity my Mom came up to my room and sat beside me on my bed. She asked me calmly to be honest about what Dad did to me while she was gone. She asked for honesty, and honestly is what I gave her. I told her that I had engaged in months of bondage play with Dad completely of my own free will and that we had sex multiple times because I loved him with all my heart and soul.

I expected Mom to either tell me that Dad had brainwashed me or to slap me across the face for having a sexual relationship with my own father, but instead she responded completely unexpectedly. She was relieved! She thought Dad was raping me and forcing me to do perverted things against my own will, but was relieved to hear I had consented to everything Dad and I had done together. I was shocked by Mom's acceptance to the whole ordeal. I even asked her if it was really okay for me to engage in BDSM and sex with Dad, and she said it was fine with her since I was old enough to have sex, I had consented to everything, and there was no risk of me getting pregnant because of Dad's vasectomy.

The bondage didn't even faze her! In fact she admitted to me that Dad and her had been engaging in BDSM bondage play since before I was even born! She even said that most what I was hearing on the other side of our house's thin walls was bondage play between the two of them. Apparently she knew how much of a sex hound Dad was, and that she actually expected Dad to cheat on her when she was away. She was however surprised that Dad's mistress happened to be her own daughter! Still in denial of Mom's acceptance of my relationship with Dad, I asked her again if it was really okay for me to have an illicit sexual relationship with my Dad. She told me that she was not only okay with it, but that the entire idea of Dad cheating on her with a young mistress who also happened to be her biological daughter actually got her wet just from thinking about it and that it was a major turn on for her!

My relationship with my Mom and Dad changed from that point on. Mom became my bondage mentor of sorts showing me the ropes of the trade so to speak. She taught me how to achieve better orgasms during sex, submissive mannerisms that would really arouse Dad, and even tied me up as practice for the real thing. As for Dad, I still love him immensely and now Mom actually supports my relationship with him. Mom and I to this day still engage in bondage play and sex with Dad. Whenever Dad's horny for youth and energy, he calls on me to wear the ropes and ball gag, and whenever Dad's lusting for someone more experienced, Mom is always there to submit to his every whim. Some days Dad even calls on both of us to the bedroom with him, and I have to admit we have had some pretty freaky and sexy three-ways. I realize this family model may seem immoral and profane, but I still very much love my family, and I love our way of bonding even more.

Having posted my story on other erotic sites, I get my fair share of comments and questions about my relationship with my Mom and Dad, so I might as well answer a few frequent questions I've been asked.

Have you ever had sex with your mother?

I have. Multiple times in fact. Mom and I are always willing to try new and sexy things during our sessions with Dad. One day Dad requested that Mom and I have sex with each other while in bondage. We agreed simply as a means to change things up. So Dad tied us breast to breast with duct tape, gagged us with several strips of silk cloth, and put a double-ended dildo in between the both of us. Admittedly neither Mom nor I are into girls, nor did we find having sex with each other very erotic, but it was however tons and tons of fun! Yeah, fun is a pretty good way of describing it, and having sex with my Mom is a nice way to break up the monotony of our bondage sessions.


Isn't there an issue with jealousy between you and your Mom given that you both love your Dad?

You would think so, but that's actually not the case. It's true that we both love Dad and that neither of us want to give him up, but my Mom and I both recognize that we satisfy Dad in ways the other cannot replicate. Like I said before, whenever Dad wants someone young and energetic he calls on me because even Mom can't withstand the test of time and can't regain her lost youth. In the same sense, Mom can offer Dad years of sexual experience that I will always be two decades behind in. We both love Dad, but we are each happy with our designated roles in the bedroom. It's true that Mom will always be Dad's wife, but I'm happy that I will always be his mistress.