El Diario de un Padre Enamorado

Hello, my name is Jimena, I'm 58 years old and have two children, my daughter Marifer who is 24 years old and José Francisco who is 32, both of whom are currently married with family. It's been 8 years since my husband passed away and out of fear of being alone in my old age, I remarried a man of the same age who was also a widower for 6 years. Not long ago while cleaning the trunk of memories I found a small locked box with a key. I felt curious about what it could be holding that mysterious box that I had never seen before in my life. After looking at it from all sides and moving it back and forth, I decided to force its lock. The lock never yielded and after 1,000 failed attempts, I ended up asking for help from a locksmith. The locksmith managed to open the mysterious box after several attempts, and after paying him for his work, I went home and locked myself in my room determined to see what was inside the box. Inside the box, I found a diary that seemed to have been owned by my late husband based on the name and signature at the beginning of the diary.

-Never imagine that you were writing a diary. I said it out loud to surprise myself, as if my husband had written a diary and never told me.

Flip through the diary quickly and the diary was completely finished. Each of the daughters had writing. None in blank, all with written letters.

I'm intrigued by the fact that my husband never told me he was writing a diary and even more so by the fact that the diary was found in a locked box, as if he didn't want it to be seen by anyone, not even his own wife. I thought there were no secrets between my husband and me, but now I see that wasn't the case. In the end, filled with bitterness at the memory of him, I began reading the diary. What I read, I never could have imagined, in fact, I don't think I would have forgiven it if I had read it before, it's something so hard to understand that no one would have imagined it, not even someone who seemed as sincere, respectful and honest... at least on the surface.

Now I understand what a diary is, it's the place where you can note down the most secret secrets, things that only one knows, things that one could take to the grave if not because they remain imprinted on a pile of pages...

Without saying more. I'm leaving here my husband's diary. The diary contains over 100 pages but I'm leaving a summary of 20 pages that will be taken as chapters each one of the most important from my husband's diary:

Dedicated to you, my forbidden love, my obsession, my reason for being and living. You are everything that others would call a rare love... I prefer to call it a special love.

For you, my forbidden fruit.

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Today I start writing my first diary. Something surprising for me that never imagined I could write one. Far from imagining it but here I am, filling these empty sheets with letters that will keep my most intimate secrets.

I just arrived from the office. Just at 9 am like every day. I see my agenda and found out that tomorrow I have an interview with a client who will be in charge of providing my company with usual materials, construction materials, tools... etc. etc. This will happen tomorrow at noon, so I must ensure the bank deposit.

Today I have a lot of work to do, but so far I haven't done anything because I've spent the whole day thinking about one thing only. Her.

Today the client came and left the materials. I have been loading boxes with materials to the warehouse all morning. Where are the loaders who work at my company? I went back up to the floor and found them chatting.

Can someone come down to help me with the boxes? There are twelve more left, if no one helps me I'll have to make at least three trips.

They should also be lowering and loading: it's the company's rules. Let's put aside the company's rules. I'm the boss! I shouldn't be loading boxes...

Still, I don't dare call my workers, I'm afraid of disappointing them. They already know I'm here, they heard me come down with the client and saw me come down, apparently they dislike carrying a load. That's their job but it seems they don't like sweating, they prefer to take advantage of my lack of authority, of this damn flaw that I've always had since childhood which people usually take advantage of.

Today Friday after the tremendous effort I made at work, I've arrived home and found out that my wife isn't here. She went to her parents' house, my kids' grandparents according to the note stuck on the refrigerator tells me.

I'm going to my parents' house and I'll be arriving a bit late so there's food in the refrigerator that you can heat up in the oven, you know how to do it.

I love you a lot.

PS. Let the girl go to school, I won't be able to catch up with her.

Look at the clock and it was marking 2:30, I had to leave if I wanted to arrive on time to my daughter's school that gets out at 3 o'clock sharp. I take the keys of the pickup truck and go get my daughter.

I arrived at school five minutes before three, it seems that the two tall guys I passed served for something.

Ten minutes pass and my daughter doesn't come out. After 15 minutes I see her leaving. Firm legs and long, round buttocks well lifted, wavy hair, coffee-colored eyes, seductive lips, and a pair of infarcting breasts. That's her. That's my daughter.

What tits daughter, what tits my God!.- I repeat in a low voice while seeing her coming smiling to the truck.

Come up and after a loud kiss on the cheek he tells me:

Hey daddy, I didn't expect you here. Where's mom?

-Your mom went with the grandparents because she asked to come for you, she'll take you home and give you something to eat.

-Ah ok kitty.

Half an hour later we're home alone. I'm going to the kitchen to warm up the food while I watch her sit in the living room (in the same armchair where I masturbate from Monday to Sunday while watching some porn and thinking about her), turns on the TV and curls up on the armchair like a kitten that's cold to watch TV.

After eating I'm going straight to the shower because I'm full of sweat from carrying those damn boxes at work.

I had barely been in the shower for 5 minutes when:

Hurry up dad I want to pee - I hear my daughter is rushing towards me from outside the bathroom.

I think about making him pass with the excuse that I need to take a slow bath because I have a very important appointment with a client in the afternoon and I must go well-presented. Yes, that could be a good move to try to seduce her, by doing so I would take advantage of the fact that the bathroom doesn't have curtains and show accidentally my sex as it often happens in stories I read on the Internet.

But he can't see me like this, with my penis asleep and flaccid as if it were a baby's penis, in this way I would cause more harm than desire, which is what I'm trying to put into my daughter.

I look at my wristwatch and calculate, there's less than an hour for the possible return of my son Francisco, I take a cold shower, rubbing my testicles with both hands, I have to wake up, so that blood circulation flows perfectly throughout my body, I need to get an erection immediately. My daughter should see her father's erect penis when she enters the bathroom...

I can't delay because if I do my daughter will end up getting desperate and leaving without having entered to take a bath and see my erect penis. It's the only way for me to approach my daughter in the manner I desire, making her feel the same way about me. Sowing in her the seed of desire towards her father, that seed which would flourish giving divine fruits in a relationship I've been dreaming of for some years now.

Since I saw my daughter grow and turn into the woman she is today.

When I least expect it, my penis is more than ready pointing towards the sky as if it were a drawn sword. I put soap all over my face covering especially my eyes and say: -Go ahead, daughter, the door is open, just do it without looking where I am...

It's not wise to know that when someone tells you not to look or not to do something, it creates curiosity in them that always ends up making them look or do it, and this is what happened to my daughter.

-It's okay, Dad, I'll pass without looking...

My daughter went into the bathroom taking more time than she should have. The mere thought of my daughter looking at me made me want to masturbate thinking about it. With one eye half-foam-covered, I could see from the side how my daughter sat down on the toilet and, seeing that I had a totally foamy face, ended up daring to look at my huge cock while she was peeing and wiping herself clean. Too late for my foamy face not to lose value and dare to look at my cock with full confidence thinking I wasn't aware of it. When I thought it was time, I started washing off my face and that's when my daughter diverted her gaze and left the bathroom without saying a word.

I got excited and with some irresistible desires, I had managed to get my daughter to notice my cock. Even more so it seemed she had gotten nervous because she left without saying anything. As I could grab my cock with my hand and masturbate thinking about what had just happened and what could happen with my daughter.

And it's that it is that desire to have you that still keeps my sky alive.

Since that day I can't sleep. I spend it thinking about her, my daughter. Two or three times we've crossed glances while her brother and mother eat or watch TV in family. Something has changed in her gaze, now she seems to look at me differently, as if she felt sorry for having seen dad's cock when he was showering. But how can I know more about her feelings, as if my daughter barely says hello and goodbye to me before going to school. How will I know if we've never been confidants, if I approach her surely she'll notice the change in my attitude and end up figuring out my intentions. No, this can't happen. It can't be discovered yet or everything will fall apart, but then how will I know more about her? What should I do next?

Today while discussing families with a client, a ray of light came to me. My client was telling me that one of his teenage daughters is glued to the computer, chatting with her friends and even has a best friend online. From here I got the idea of seducing my daughter online. To create an appropriate character for the circumstances and make my daughter fall into my trap. Now what's left is getting her email and knowing when she connects to the internet.

I finally managed to get my daughter's email address. I also found out that my daughter usually logs in every day after 8pm. As for me, I've already created my email account and plan to start my plan in a few days, which seems quite promising. I'm expecting my wife to go out on Friday for the baby shower she was invited to, so I can be with her online using the laptop.

At last the day arrived and after hours of uncertainty about whether my wife was going or not to her friends' reunion, she ended up leaving and giving me the opportunity to start my plan. Around 8 pm I connected with Mimosa's nickname. After waiting more than half an hour to the point where I thought my daughter wouldn't connect or hadn't accepted me, she finally connected and said:

Marifer says: Who are you?

After inventing half the story of how I got her email, who I was, my age, and all sorts of personal data, we started getting along pretty well to the point where we gave each other a good night's sleep and agreed that the next day we would connect at the same time to keep talking.

This is how my daughter's friendly relationship with the 'mimosa' began.

The days when we would chat turned into weeks and the weeks into months. There wasn't a day that my daughter and I wouldn't chat on the internet. As time went by, my daughter started to gain confidence in her online friend and when I felt it was the most appropriate moment, I dropped the bomb.

Mimosa says: Have you had sexual relations?

My daughter took long to write like that, so I thought she had been offended and tried to remedy the situation. Mimosa says: I'm really sorry if I was impertinent.

Marifer says: No, don't worry about it. What's happening is that I've been thinking about your question. No, I haven't had sexual relations. And you?

Mimosa says: Yes. I have had sexual relationships.

I thought my daughter was going to change the subject but quite the opposite, this time she showed up quite interested in the topic.

Marifer says: And when was your first time?

Mimosa says: My first time was when I was 16 years old.

Marifer says: Did it hurt you? Some friends and I were talking recently about sexual relationships and one of them, who has already had sexual relationships, told us that it hurts a lot the first time.

Mimosa says: Hmm, to be honest if it does hurt. But it doesn't hurt as much as your friend says. What happens is that it depends a lot on the person you're with for it to hurt or not, I for example was with a man who knew how to take me slowly and make me enjoy like you have no idea.

Marifer says: What a pity for my friend, on the other hand what luck is yours.

Mimosa says: All women have luck, it's just that you have to know where to find that man. Marifer says: Yes, you're right about that, although I don't think all of us have the luck you had. Generally, all men our age are immature and don't know how to treat us women.

Mimosa says: Yes, that's why I choose a mature man.

Marifer says: Do you mean that the first time you had sex was with an older man?

Mimosa says: Yes, I did it with an older man for the first and only time I've had relations.

Marifer says: The first and only time? Does she mean that since then you haven't had any relationships?

Mimosa says: No, quite the opposite. I daily enjoy the best sex that life can offer.

Marifer says: Seriously?

Mimosa says: Yes, you don't know how tasty it is to have sex...

Marifer says: Oh, well it seems like you're doing very well. How envious I am, I'd love to meet a man like yours who makes me vibrate and takes care of me carefully on my first time.

Mimosa: All women have that man. What happens is that many don't realize it and don't know where to look. But he's very close to all of us.

Marifer says: You say it like we all were born with a man like that.

Mimosa: Maybe that's how...

Marifer says: Tell me where you found it?

Mimosa: Hmm let's say she has always been very close to me.

Marifer: Well, envy. I haven't even had the opportunity to kiss a man.

Mimosa: Come on don't come at me with that stuff. Do you mean it?

Marifer: Yes!! Don't laugh...

Mimosa: Sorry. Have you ever had a boyfriend?

Marifer: No, I attend an all-girls college. All contact with men is strictly prohibited for us, and besides, I've always been a homemaker so I don't even eat out.

Mimosa: Oh yeah I see...

It was at that moment when I felt like sending a letter.

Mimosa: I suppose you've never seen a man's penis or am I mistaken?

Marifer: No, I've never seen one. Well, there was once but I don't think that counts...

I hit the nail right on the head with my question. I was reading exactly what I wanted.

Mimosa: Why shouldn't she count?

Marifer: Well what happens is that... forget it.

Mimosa: Come on Marifer tell me... let's make a deal if you tell me I'll tell you one of my secrets.

Marifer: Good that...

Mimosa: Walk without worries, we don't know each other physically, I don't know anyone from your friends or family so who am I going to tell...

Marifer: It's fine I'm going to tell you.

Marifer: Once while my father was taking a bath, I went in to do the bathroom and saw his naked penis...

Mimosa: Wow. And what did you think?

Marifer: Hmm I couldn't see it for a long time because it scared me that it would discover me but it became very funny to me. It was big like a sausage, just as fat and long, seemed to be quite hard and had a head like the end of the sausage.

Mimosa: And don't you get excited?

Marifer: Noooo!!! How do you think?! It's my dad!

Mimosa: It wouldn't be bad at all. I'm already excited just from the description you're giving me.

Marifer: No but that's not good for me.

Mimosa: Did they not give you a mind to touch it, Marifer?

Marifer: No way! I repeat, it's my father...

Mimosa: Yes but it's also a man and because of what you're saying it must have a pretty tasty penis... if I were you...

Marifer: What if you were me that...

Mimosa: Never forget...

Marifer: Don't tell.

Mimosa: It's fine. If I were you, I'd do everything possible to touch it...

Marifer: Are you crazy?

Mimosa: You see, that's why I didn't want to tell you.

Marifer: It's not right, it's my dad. Besides what would my mom and my brother say if they found out?

Mimosa: Do they have a reason to find out or not? Besides, don't lie to me, you probably got the urge to touch it or not?

Marifer: Hmm well the truth is that if a little... but still I wouldn't do it because this is bad. I can't think about that because this is bad, I'm not like that.

Mimosa: Well and if I told you that you're not the only person who has felt like touching their father's penis?

Marifer: What do you mean by that?

Just when the best moment of the conversation was happening, my wife arrived to ask me to put aside my laptop and go to sleep. It was the least I could do to send my wife to hell but she would probably suspect something was wrong and could discover everything, so without further ado I gave in and had to leave the conversation with my daughter.

Mimosa: Look, for the moment I have to go but I'm going to give you a page of erotic stories that I want you to read. There many girls show their desire for their parents. Give it a read and we'll keep talking tomorrow?

Marifer: It's fine.

After passing the link to my daughter I left the conversation and came to write these letters for you to tell you in my diary that you are becoming what is most precious to me, what happened today with my daughter.

Hello friend of the blank pages that I have to fill, I'll tell you that today I got together with my daughter to talk like a 'mimosa' and everything seems to be as I expected. Here's the conversation I had a few minutes ago with my daughter.

Mimosa says: Hello, how are you. Have you thought about yesterday?

Marifer says: Yes, you have no idea how much I've thought about it.

Mimosa says: And what do you say?

Marifer says: I read your stories, the ones from the page you sent me yesterday and they seemed quite entertaining.

Mimosa says: I knew they would be to your liking. However, that was not the intention. The intention was for you to see that you're not the only one who feels that desire to be with her father.

Marifer says: But I don't feel that desire... Well...

Mimosa says: Are you going to deny again that you didn't feel like touching your father's penis the other day?

Marifer says: It's not what happens that I was watching dad closely today. Seeing him so happy with mom made me feel the worst for thinking about these bad things.

Mimosa says: You don't have to feel that way, besides your father and mother may not get along as well as it seems. You haven't thought that maybe your father needs a woman who can give him what your mother probably hasn't given him?

Marifer says: I don't believe, mom and dad seem pretty attached. I don't think their relationship is going through that.

Mimosa says: Well, but if that were the case, don't you think your father might somehow end up in your bed and make it his own?

Marifer says: No, what are you saying. You don't know dad, he's not like that. My father is a man who wouldn't dare to yell at a slut.

I felt horrible, it seemed my daughter also saw me as a man without value...

Mimosa says: Like someone who lacks courage.

Marifer says: Hmm I wouldn't see it that way. I like him the way he is. He's very tender. It's like a teddy bear that needs to be hugged and kissed.

My love, you don't know how much I love you.

Mimosa says: Well, it doesn't seem like you totally dislike your father Marifer.

Marifer says: No, I love the opposite of that quite a bit. But not enough to do what you're hinting at.

Mimosa says: But why not? Look, I'm going to tell you the secret that I didn't reveal to you yesterday because of lack of time.

Marifer says: OK

Mimosa says: Do you remember that man I told you about yesterday? The one with whom I had my first time?

Marifer says: If

Mimosa says: Well, he is my father...

My daughter stopped writing for a few minutes, it seems she took me by surprise with all this.

Mimosa says: Are you there?

Marifer says: If...

Mimosa says: Why don't you say anything?

Marifer says: I don't know, I didn't expect it to be like this...

Mimosa: Believe me, I'm telling you with my heart on my sleeve. Making love with an older man is incredible, he knows how to treat a woman something that men of our age don't know. And it's even better if that older man is your own father, you don't know the delicious sensation of having Dad inside you...

My daughter didn't respond, two minutes later I saw her disconnect without writing another word.

I hope to reconnect tomorrow.

It's been more than a week and the conversations between me and my daughter seem to be history. I don't know if she has blocked me from her contacts or if she simply doesn't want to talk to me anymore. I'm desperate and don't know what to do. Today, Saturday morning, I did the unthinkable, the unexpected, one of my characteristics is that I'm very impulsive. So much so that I went to tell 'the truth' to my daughter who was in her room.

When I entered without knocking on the door, my daughter immediately turned off the PC. From what I could see, she was reading the stories from the page that 'mimosa' had sent her.

My daughter got quite nervous when she saw me entering her room that way (without knocking on the door), it was noticeable in her breathing and flushed cheeks.

After sitting beside him and admiring his beauty I said.

We have to talk daughter.

Tell me daddy...

-Daughter I don't know how to tell you that... I'm dying.

I'm leaving you the link for the last part.