The relationship between mother and daughter develops in the process of caring for and caring for the girl. The relationship between father and daughter develops during their play. It is believed that fathers are less protective of the child than mothers. Therefore, under the influence of the father, self-discipline, self-control, and relationships with the outside world are formed.

So, what is the impact of the father's role on the development of a girl's personality? To do this, we will divide the spheres of a girl’s life and determine what influence the father has on the formation of one or another behavior of his daughter in these areas.

We have identified social personal life and professional life. At the end of the article you will find practical recommendations on how to get rid of your father’s negative attitudes.

Father's influence on a girl's social life

On social life Girls have the lion's share of influence from their mother. It teaches you how to interact with others, helps you learn the unknown, and talks about good and bad behavior. But full-fledged relationships with the outside world are formed through a positive relationship not only with the mother, but also with the father.

The primary role of the father in understanding the girl’s world is the destruction of the symbiotic relationship between mother and daughter. If this does not happen on time, the mother’s excessive love can have a detrimental effect on the formation of a girl’s healthy personality.

Lifestyle

Girls with friendly, caring, and emotionally stable fathers tend to take care of healthy eating and sports lifestyle. They take care of their physical and psychological health. Experience less stress and are less prone to depression and anxiety.

These girls have more high levels intellectual development. This is due to the fact that fathers spend a lot of time with girls, monitor their upbringing and development: they go to the theater, museum, exhibitions, etc.

Father wanted a son

It is not a rare situation when a father really wanted a son, and a daughter is born. In such a situation, fathers need to be very careful. Because unconsciously, they will try to make a son out of their daughter. This is where the names for girls come from: Yaroslava, Sasha, Zhenya, Vladislava, etc.

Often men, due to lack of knowledge and fear of “what to do with a girl,” simply don’t know how to find an approach to her. In such a situation, men can encourage and stimulate masculine behavior in girls. In this situation, mothers need to ensure that the father does not get carried away with encouraging masculine behavior in his daughter. This may be due to the ban on showing girlish emotions, playing only men's games with a child, watching men's films, stories and fairy tales on a man's theme.

A critical situation is when a girl, in order to earn her father’s attention and love, begins to unconsciously copy male behavior. This may cause some difficulties. So in adolescence the girl will experience difficulties in gender identification.

A son-loving father may completely ignore his daughter as a person. Such a father is never interested in her successes, does not stand up when she cries, shouts at her mother and dumps all the responsibility for raising her daughter on her. Most often, such girls will look in men for that fatherly love that they did not receive in childhood. This may manifest itself in the fact that girls will look for men much older than themselves.

2 types of girls

1. "Girls-dolls." A powerful, authoritarian type of father, who in every possible way prohibited the manifestation of any emotional experiences, criticized any initiatives, etc., can form the image of a “doll girl.” Such girls are very beautiful, graceful, but at the same time they are not at all independent, childish and dependent on a man. Such a girl will look for a “daddy” in men, who would take care of her, provide her with everything she needs, and she continued to demonstrate her beauty on the pages of social networks.
2. "Amazons". Weak-willed fathers who suffer from alcoholism, who do not work and who only cause misfortune and suffering to their family, become the reason why girls take on the role of father on themselves. Such girls try to compensate for the moral trauma inflicted on them by their father; they place the burden of responsibility for supporting the family on themselves. They can start earning money early to provide for their family. Such a girl will look for men whom she will take care of, whom she will patronize.

The father's influence on the girl's personal life

How the relationship between father and daughter develops in the first 5 years of a girl’s life will affect her entire life, including relationships with men. It is the father who shows his daughter that the world of men is not so scary, that in many ways women and men are similar.

Trust in men

According to numerous surveys, it was revealed that women who had a warm, friendly, affectionate, open, emotionally close relationship with their father rate their marriage as excellent, considering it successful in all areas (spiritual, sexual, emotional).

Gender identification

It is the father who forms the idea of ​​gender-role relationships between a man and a woman. By about 3 years old, girls begin to distinguish between masculine and feminine behavior. Even in the sandbox, they try to copy the behavior of their gender. And also at this age, an attitude begins to form towards dad as a man, and towards mother as a woman. For girls who grew up without a father, these ideas are formed much later, if there was no person replacing the father (grandfather, brother).

The role of the father in adolescence is no less important. The girl begins to feel dissatisfied with her rapidly changing body, she is also not happy with her appearance and style. In this situation, it is her father who will help her if he compliments her more often, hugs and kisses her. If a girl doesn't get this, she may start looking for early sexual contact.

Self-esteem

A father has a huge influence on a girl’s self-esteem! You could say her father shapes her.

Children are growing organisms. They take a step - they make a mistake, fall, get up, take a step again and again they are nowhere. This is a normal state of a growing person. Therefore, you need to be patient with their method of understanding the world. Therefore, avoid insulting children. As for girls, for her you are the prototype of her future husband. Imagine if her husband would also insult her?! To prevent this, avoid insulting your growing daughter yourself.

A man should praise his daughter more often, admire her, love her and hug her, only in this way will she feel that someone needs her, that she is attractive and other people can like her for who she is. This will give her confidence in relationships with the opposite sex.

Feeling of security

It is important to form a relationship with your daughter in such a way that it is deposited in her subcortex, on an unconscious level, that her father is a friend who will always protect her, even if she is wrong. That her father is the person to whom she can always turn for help, in any life situation so that it doesn't happen.

Girls from families where fathers did not show emotional interest or were practically removed from upbringing are more likely than others to enter into relationships with men who are prone to aggression, emotionally cold and emotionally unstable. This is due to the fact that for such women, care, affection, respect from men seem to be something not normal, abnormal, not natural. Many people even think that they do not deserve a gentle and caring attitude from a man.

Have your own opinion

A good father teaches his daughter to stand up for herself. This is formed thanks to the words and games that the father speaks and plays with his daughter:

• teaches her to climb trees or swim in different styles,
• drive,
• fix a bike,
• glue broken things,
• protect yourself from boys who fight, etc.

If the family did not have a father figure (grandfather or older brother), the girl may fall under the yoke of her future husband, will be completely subordinate to his opinion, his power, will be afraid to leave him, and accordingly will endure his bullying.

Early marriage

Girls who grew up in a family where their father abandoned them are more likely than other girls their age to get married very early. This is due to the fear that they will not have time, that they will be abandoned and that no one will need them.

In addition, the quality of a daughter's marriage is influenced by the relationship between father and mother. Girls unconsciously copy the interpersonal relationships between their parents. Be prepared if you often make scandals, swear, are rude to each other, make fun of each other, and your daughter will marry a man who will criticize and offend her. In families where the father shares housework with the mother, kisses her, takes care of her, shows gentlemanly manners, everything is exactly the opposite.

Remember! We all copy, although not consciously, the behavior of our parents.

Have you ever caught yourself thinking, “Oh my God! I react to this like my mother” or “He behaves exactly like my father! He even says the same words!” Here it is! And how many other things we don’t notice about ourselves.

Everything comes from childhood!

The father's influence on the girl's professional life

It is the father’s attitude towards his daughter’s childhood successes that influences the formation of her professional self-determination. So, if a father admires even the small achievements of his daughter, helps her with her homework, praises her, goes to all her competitions, says how proud he is of her, the daughter develops the feeling that she can cope with any tasks, that she is strong and worthy of success that she can do more and will achieve more. And such girls achieve it!

It is the father who develops in the girl logical thinking, arithmetic abilities, as well as moral qualities of the individual.

It is the father who is at the source of the girl’s choice of profession.

If the father is a self-sufficient man, satisfied with his social status, then his daughter will strive to achieve a decent position in society.

Courageous or weak and oppressive

It is the father who rewards his daughter with displays of muscularity. It shows that masculine strength is in every girl. This is strength: to strive, achieve, get what you want, be independent, authoritarian and independent. Thanks to the positive influence of their father, girls move up the career ladder, strive to occupy high positions, become an effective employee, a competent professional.

It is the masculinity brought up by the father that helps the girl cope with difficulties in life, be it sporting achievements, professional or personal.

Absence of a father in a girl's life

The absence of a father in a girl’s life does not pass without a trace. A father in a girl’s life can be replaced by another male person (an older brother or grandfather), but not by a mother. Of course, a mother must take into account the peculiarities of her daughter’s personality development without a father, but she cannot completely replace him.

Consequences of father absence:

• The girl loses social activity. She becomes unsure of herself, some girls suffer from a lack of self-discipline and self-control.
• Girls who grew up without a father are more likely than others to experience frequent nervous breakdowns, stress, anxiety, and depression.
• Such girls are less intellectually developed. It is more difficult for them to study and decide on a profession. They are less focused on getting higher education and career growth.
• Girls who grew up without a father get married earlier than other girls their age.
• Protracted identification of gender identity. Usually a girl compares a potential partner with the image of her father. If he was not there, then she creates an ideal image of her father in her head. This image is created from her environment: brothers, friends, relatives, movie heroes, etc. This image is not always real.
• Lack of behavior model marriage and family relations has a detrimental effect on the formation of a girl’s relationship with her husband and men in general. She simply does not know what a marriage relationship should be like. Those. she has no one to copy.
• A girl who grew up without a father constantly tries to find him in a potential partner. Those. she is looking for a person who would surround her with care and affection, as a father should have done.
• High femininity. Refusal of any contact with men, isolation of oneself from communication with them, fear of talking to them. Or building relationships with men purely to achieve your goals (sexual, professional, etc.).

conclusions

1. A father should surround his daughter with fatherly love as much as possible. Admire her achievements, even if they are small and insignificant.
2. Take part in her social life: go to her performances, exhibitions, competitions, etc.
3. Introduce the girl to the world around her: go on mini-dates with her daughter, invite her to a cafe, give her a coat, open car doors, etc.
4. Depending on the existing relationship between father and daughter (positive or negative), the girl’s requirements for men will be built:

• “he does not correspond to the image of my father” - sifting men through a sieve of a positive father image;
• “just not like my father” - a search for the antipode of my father. This may be due to negative experiences with his father: he was inattentive, cold, distant, aggressive.

1. It is a mistaken opinion that “while the daughter is little, let her mother take care of her, when she grows up...”. The period up to 5 years is very important, and if the father during this period does not show himself as a father (he is cold and indifferent in raising his daughter), then this time will be irretrievably lost.

For a girl, her father’s opinion and attention are very important. This is the first assessment of her appearance, skills and abilities by a man. How the father manifests himself in this will leave a huge imprint on the formation of her personality. Thanks to this attention, her self-esteem, her academic performance, determination, the desire to explore the world, to go through life boldly or beware of corners are formed.

Also, when analyzing the influence of the father on the development of the girl’s personality, it is necessary to take into account the race and nationality of families.

How to get rid of negative attitudes from your father

If you are a daughter whose father was not an exemplary dad, or you grew up without a father at all, then you may have encountered a situation where a voice in your head told you “You can’t handle it!”, “You won’t succeed,” “Don’t take risks.” , you will never be able to get out of poverty!”, “You are not that beautiful” and the like. You may be over 40, but you just can’t get rid of the parental voice in your head. The following technique will help you deal with this voice and overcome these negative programs in your head.

So, sit back, relax. It is best for you to be alone in a room or at home.

1. Decide what negative attitude you will work with.
2. Feel your body. In what part of your body are you experiencing discomfort? What does this negativity look like? What image does he take? How does this make you feel? What emotions does this installation evoke?

1. We check the reality of the image and strengthen it.

For example: The mask fuses with the body, the rivets are compressed more tightly. There is a feeling of hopelessness, panic and you want to cry.

Conclusion: you have chosen the very attitude that prevents you from living. If you have not experienced strong emotions in relation to this installation, then this is not it. So you are simply wishful thinking. Start over, look for a different image to which you will react emotionally!

1. Imagine how you take this image out of your body and place it in front of you.
2. Confidently, loudly, consciously and clearly pronounce the counterargument!

For example: I'm beautiful! I have cute features! I look better than some! My beauty is admired xx.

1. Now imagine how your negative attitude becomes smaller, then crumbles into small particles, and those into even smaller ones, and so on until they disappear from view.

For example: the mask becomes smaller and more transparent, then it splits into pieces, crumbles and flows away like water.

1. Listen to yourself, to how you feel. How do you feel?

For example: there was freedom in movement, relief, confidence.

1. Think about how your life will change? What will you do now? What positive effect will this have on you?
2. At the end of the procedure, thank yourself for the work done. Think again about the positive effect to prevent the return of a negative attitude.

Do this exercise again after some time. In a day, two, a month or a year. The more often you work on your attitudes, the more comfortable, confident and happy you will feel.

That's all. If you have a personal example of the influence of a father on your life or on the life of your daughter, we will be glad if you share it with us in the comments to this article. Perhaps your experience will help others cope with a difficult life situation.

Lecture on the relationship between daughters and fathers. Analysis of situations on personal examples girls present.

my friend's father died. This happened a couple of years ago. Since then she has lived with her stepfather. Lately we have begun to notice strange things; we, like all teenagers, have a place where we sit. This place is an old construction site, we call this place Labiki. One day we were sitting on the benches, and this friend (let’s say her name was Lena) started crying, screaming and ran upstairs. The whole group of us rushed to catch up with her. Having caught up, they asked what was the matter, she replied that she allegedly saw her dead father under the labs, he called her. We took it as a joke, but Lena did not want to calm down. Such cases continued for 2 weeks. After 2 weeks the case took a new turn. I told Lena that I was tired of this, that the boys go to the river and wait for us there, and we girls (me, Lena and Kristina) go to my house, drink 50 grams of vodka for courage and go to church.

When I came to my house, I sat the girls down in the kitchen, and I went into the room to get some vodka. Coming back, I saw that Christina was standing in the kitchen, waving her hands in front of Lena’s eyes and saying something like “wake up,aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalena nowlnaaa or another, is wakk up, in the kitchen I felt even more uneasy, suddenly the dog began barking in the corner where Lena’s cold gaze was directed. This went on for several minutes. I finally dared to go into the kitchen. I took the cheese and began to cut it, when suddenly Lena “came to life”, bent down, screamed and ran out of the apartment, followed by a screaming Christina, and then me with the cheese in my hand. As I ran out, I looked in the mirror and saw a white silhouette there, I abruptly grabbed the dog and ran out into the entrance. We asked why Lena screamed, it turns out she saw her father with a knife in the corner where the dog was barking. I was scared to go into the apartment, but I still decided. I put away the still unopened vodka and cheese, took the leash and immediately left there. Everyone was scared, Lena decided that it was better for her to go to church alone, and Christina and I would rather wait around for her. When Lena left, Christina and I began to talk about what had happened, our hearts pounding in fear.

Finally Lena returned and we decided to go to the boys on the river. To get to the river in our city, you need to cross a road bridge, that’s where we met our boys. With joy and tears in my eyes, I ran to Zheka, told him everything and he began to hug me and calm me down. Christina and I are smokers, and when we came to the river we smoked 3 cigarettes. The tense situation and Lena's sudden squealing and crying. Everyone turned back and ran towards her. She said that she saw her father in the window of the burnt house. Christina and I went into hysterics, because we also noticed something in the window later! and the boys decided to calm us down, started yelling obscenities at this ghost and went into this house, not finding anyone, they left from there. But this didn't help us. Then Lena ran to the river and almost jumped off the hill into it; the boys caught her in time. Then she tried to run away, but the boys grabbed her tightly, Kristina and I were hysterical, Lika sat without blinking, in a stupor. Lyosha (that was the name of one boy) was seriously scared. and suddenly I clearly began to hear someone’s whisper, and each of us in turn had someone breathing down our backs. From this whisper, I understood only three words: Lena, offend, kill. Then Lesha also began to hear something, but he did not understand anything except: kill. Lena came out of her stupor and we began to ask: “Where is your dad?” She she pointed, pointing her finger at one of us. And indeed, the one she was pointing at felt someone’s breath on the back of his neck. then we all abruptly packed up our things and left. It turns out that Lena also dreamed about her father.

It was a holiday, spring day. In the morning the church bells rang, sang and joyfully echoed, but in the house of one noble and wealthy nobleman there was an unspring and unholy sadness. It was quiet, the curtains covered the windows, and a ray of light could not penetrate their thickness, only sometimes, finding a small gap in them, it made its way through it and joyfully illuminated the gloomy abode. And this ray of sunshine gave the room a charming impression, giving hope that soon the whole room would be flooded with warm light. However, evening came, the Sun went below the horizon, and the house again plunged into the darkness of the night. No candles were lit in it, no fireplace was lit, and even the stove did not always give off its warmth to people, because the owner, as a rule, dined at a party.

In one of holidays, early in the morning, when the city was still sleeping, a carriage stopped in front of the house, and a beautiful and young woman got out of it. A little girl jumped out of the carriage behind her; she looked about five or six years old. She was all in anticipation of something unusual and surprising. The lady took her hand and moved towards the house. I called. The door was not opened for a long time, the servants, like the owner, slept long and got up late. Finally, the door was opened. The lady asked to wake up the owner and introduced herself as the girl's governess. The servant escorted the lady and the child into the living room and went to wake up the owner. He was gone for a long time, but the wait did not seem painful to them. The girl looked around the room, touched things in plain sight, and she was all full of childish, healthy curiosity. The lady also looked at the living room, but, unlike the child, she was not touched by the luxury of the house. She felt the bleakness of this home and felt a little scared; she anxiously awaited the meeting with the owner of the house.

And here is the owner himself. A man of about forty entered the living room. Slender, tall, he would even be handsome if not for the sadness that lay on his face. The eyes were also sad, and the lady saw neither surprise nor curiosity in them - they were polite, but indifferent. “Who do I have the honor of talking to?” - he asked. The lady introduced herself and handed him a letter, saying that he would find the answer to all his questions in this letter. The man took the envelope, opened it and skimmed a few lines with his eyes. Suddenly his face became pale, he staggered and almost fell, but quickly regaining control of himself, with the lady’s permission, he sat down on the sofa. He read the letter for a long time, slowly, as if he did not understand what was written there. Finally, he finished reading and looked up at the lady. And she saw the change the letter made. From a gloomy and indifferent person, he turned into a suffering, but very kind person. His eyes remained sad, but this was already the sadness of a living person, suffering, but having hope for healing, having hope for joy and happiness.

That's her? - he asked, pointing with his eyes at the girl.

Yes,” the governess answered quietly.

Come to me, child,” he asked.

The girl obediently approached him and, when she stood next to him, their similarity immediately caught the eye; no one could deny their relationship. These were father and daughter - two dear creatures, thrown far from each other by life.

You know who I am? - he asked the girl quietly.

Yes, you are my dad. Mom told me about you.

And what did she tell about me?

That you are very kind and very beautiful. That you love me and I love you.

And having said this, she suddenly pressed herself close to him, hugging his neck with her thin arms. The man did not expect such an outburst of love and tenderness and did not have time to control his feelings. Tears appeared in his eyes and rolled down his cheek. He hugged the only dear creature left in his life, pressed her tightly and held her in his arms for a long, long time. Thus arose, the love of two was born. Love for life, two lonely, suffering people who yearned for love and tenderness. Years passed. The girl was turning into a girl. The house turned from gloomy and dull to bright and cozy. It was always fun, there was music and laughter. Children, and later young people, loved to be here. They were greeted with joy in the house, given a hearty meal and allowed to do things that were not allowed in other houses. And the father of the mistress of the house was always the life of the party. They loved him, he was an authority for everyone. The praise of the owner of the house, his approval of their behavior or action was the highest assessment.

And then the day came when the daughter had to leave; she wanted to study singing and drawing. Her path lay to Italy. Both suffered from the upcoming separation, but neither of them spoke about their feelings. The father did not want to interfere with his daughter’s desire to explore the unknown, enrich herself with knowledge and learn the craft of an artist. He felt the talent in her and did not want to prevent her from realizing her plans. “Everyone has their own destiny, their own path. And let her go her own way,” he thought, but sadness fell on his heart. Parting scared him. He was no longer young; he could not count on everything returning to the way it was, because he knew and understood that this could not happen. Nothing stands still, everything moves, life also has its own speed and does not stand still.

The daughter was happy and sad at the same time. She sang, then suddenly burst into tears. But youth and thirst for life took their toll. The day of departure was approaching.

It was a warm summer day. The doors of the house were open, and the wind flowed freely through all the rooms. Confusion reigned. Everyone was fussing and talking loudly. Only the father was silent, he sat in the yard and watched the preparations. No feelings were reflected on his face.

The carriage arrived. The servants began to take things out and put them away, but the daughter still did not appear. Finally, she appeared. She looked unusually pretty that day. Excitement gave her face an inexpressible charm, a pink blush colored her cheeks, her eyes sparkled, ready to cry, and her lips tried to smile. The father stood up and approached his daughter. They hugged. And again, as on the first day of their meeting, he held her in his arms for a long time, and she repeated without ceasing that she loved him. Finally, he opened his arms and looked at his daughter. How similar they were - a father and his child. He blessed her and said:

Wherever you are, no matter what happens to you, remember and know that you have a home where your father and his love are waiting for you. In sorrow and joy, remember this. And know that you are not alone, for my love is always with you. Goodbye, child.

With these words, he kissed her and, turning his back, quickly walked towards the house. The crew drove off.

Days, weeks, months passed. A year passed, a second, a fifth. The daughter wrote regularly, wrote about her studies, new friends and her impressions. But I never wrote about love for a man. And her father believed that love had not yet touched her heart. And so, when the fifth year of separation had already begun, the letters changed - sadness and melancholy appeared in them, and they began to arrive less and less often. The father, loving his daughter, immediately understood the reason for the sadness and felt, felt in his heart that his daughter fell in love and that her love was unhappy. He and his daughter suffered and suffered, and finally, unable to bear the uncertainty, they set off on their journey. The path was not easy, the road was long. But every road comes to an end, and here it is for my daughter. The daughter has changed. She became even more beautiful, but she was no longer a girl - standing in front of him was a young beautiful woman, who has known love and suffering from love.

Child, why are you running away from your home? Have you forgotten farewell words my? Why do you suffer alone? Can’t I share your sadness with you?

The daughter began to cry, she cried for so long and so bitterly, as if she wanted all the suffering of her soul to go away along with her tears. Her father stroked her head, as he stroked her when she was still a child, and calmed her down. with gentle words, instilling peace in her soul that brought peace. My father's love warmed my soul. She became quiet and fell asleep. I slept for a long time, the way only children can sleep - serenely and peacefully. He sat next to her and looked at her lovingly.

Today we will leave,” she said decisively, “you’re right, I have a home, and I have a father.”

Six months have passed. And a little creature appeared in the house, so helpless and beautiful that everyone adored him. It brought so much joy and so much happiness that the house came to life again, laughter began again, and music flowed. The father became a grandfather, and the daughter became a mother. A small creature, and it was a girl, became the foundation of this house. Everything was spinning and spinning around her. Love was in the air, you could breathe it in, feel it, feel it.

So another two years passed. The little girl was alive and very much resembled her mother in childhood. Grandfather adored her and spent all his time free time while playing with her. His daughter came to life, motherhood added more beauty to her, and suffering softened her soul. She led a reclusive life, spending all her time at home.

One day, when the gardens began to bloom, the daughter was drawn to nature, she took paints and brushes and went out of town; the desire to paint had not arisen for more than four years. She chose a place and settled down to paint. It was a wonderful morning. The sun gently warmed the earth, birds sang wedding songs, and the meadow was strewn with flowers. The scent of spring was in the air. She was so engrossed in her work that she did not even notice how a stranger approached her. He stopped behind her and watched her for a long time. And only when she was about to leave, he came out from behind and, apologizing, introduced himself. That's how they met. Spring gave them love, mutual and happy. The daughter blossomed with happiness. Now she had everything - home, family, love. Her household blossomed along with her. The father looked younger, his eyes shone, they shone with love and joy. The granddaughter found her father and was also happy. Love settled in the house forever.

Hello everyone, I would just like to tell you my story, whether I’ve been thinking about writing it for a long time or not.. But I’ll be glad to know what you think.. and forgive me in advance for any mistakes!
I’ll tell you how it all started, I’m Chechen, I was 17 years old, I went to school, I was very shy, I considered myself very small, probably because my parents always told me this) we live very well, we all have parents, I was very spoiled as a child, even and now) and then one day I was going to school and my friend came up to me and said that someone had come to our class new guy (Chechen) I somehow wasn’t interested in this, when I entered the class I saw him next to my chair, I walked up normally and told him that I was sitting here alone, to which he smiled and said and now I’m sitting next to you, and that’s every day We sat in the same desk, he constantly talked to me, I didn’t really listen to him.. Then one day he didn’t come to school, which I was very happy about) but I saw on the desk it was written “please give me your phone number,” to which I I was surprised, of course it seemed strange to me.. And when I went home that day I thought about it, I had never given my number to more than one guy, I was a home girl, I always went straight home after school, my parents are very strict... And one day he was not at school again and I was walking home after school, I saw a fight not far from the house and when I was walking closer I saw how this guy was being beaten up by 3 guys somewhere, he was lying and couldn’t even stand up, I thought about not approaching and still decided and went up and screamed to leave him, then they all came up to me and started asking who I was to him, this guy told me to leave, but I couldn’t leave him alone, I felt sorry for him, I told them that I would call my father, then they They left for a couple of minutes.. I went up to him and told him to bring something, he said I didn’t need it, I still gave him water and napkins, and said that I would go, he told me you calculated what I wrote on the desk, I said no, he smiled and said okay, thank you very much, I went home.. And as I entered my room, I constantly thought about him, something happened to me, but I didn’t understand that it was like I had fallen in love, but I didn’t want to let it happen,( I didn’t believe it (then when I went to school he wasn’t there again, that’s when I realized that I felt something for him, oddly enough I missed him... And the next day he came, when I saw him in my heart I was so happy , he sat down next to me and wrote a letter to me, and immediately gave it to me. I was surprised again, but I felt better when he smiled and said don’t be afraid, there’s nothing there) it was written, “I beg you, give me your number, I’m giving you my word that there’s no one.” I won’t give it to you, I really want to get to know you better, I won’t offend you.” I thought for a long time whether to give it to him or not, I was afraid my parents would find out, but I still decided to give it to him, when after school he came up to me, I said that not now, I just couldn’t) he said okay, I’ll wait, then I wrote him a letter with the number and wrote “keep your word and don’t call more than once a day”) and so he started texting me that he really likes me and when he doesn’t see me he becomes sad, I didn’t answer him such SMS, he wrote to me that he shouldn’t answer me and he doesn’t expect reciprocity, he says that he’s lucky to have me, and that this is the first time he’s met a girl like me, I already realized for myself that I was already beginning to love him, but I knew that my parents would never allow this, and one day when my class and I went to one place for the day, we talked there for a long time, he told me about himself about his parents, I understood that his mother died when he was 5 years old, and his father remarried and they have two more children, but he has no siblings, and he has no stepmothers good attitude , and he now lives in a rented apartment, he himself barely earns money after school, he goes straight to work, as I understand it, his work is hard, he says that he needs to earn money somehow so that at least there is something, and when I asked who they were these guys he answered from work, they say that they don’t know that he goes to school, if they find out, they’ll fire him from work, but he says when he came to school for the first time, he wasn’t going to come anymore, but he comes just to see me, I was shocked I thought a little about whether he was telling the truth, but then when I asked him if I change schools, you want to say that you will leave there, to which he said yes, I’ll sign myself up there too, where you are, I realized that his life is not very easy, he told me I’m not asking for much from you, just please let’s always stay in touch and see each other when I was leaving he wrote me an SMS “I think I fell in love with you very much” I couldn’t even turn to look at him because I was his I already fell in love, but what will my parents say, knowing their timbre, he will never let me marry a man who has no education and even if he is almost rich, I wrote to him that my parents are very strict in my mind and will not allow me to communicate with you, he told me right away replied, “What do you want? Do you want to be with me"? I didn’t answer him, but I sent him an emoticon where he was sad.. He told me that if he did that, he would steal me, but that still scared me, I wrote “noooo”, I decided to talk to my mom, that’s all I told her about us, she was of course in shock, but she said that my father wouldn’t agree, you know that yourself, but that’s what I thought, and I decided to break up with him, and that’s it. Kazala, he told me for a long time, come on, please give me you steal, I promise, I will make you as happy as I can, give me at least the confidence that if I steal that you will stay with me, I answered, I’m not confident in myself, I don’t want to offend my father, he loves me very much, to which he says but he he will be happy when you and you are happy, of course I don’t have a lot of money, but everything that is in my hands I will do, I believe him and I know that he loves me, but what will happen then I’m afraid, I never loved anyone, he is my first boyfriend who I love so much I love you very much, my mother told her to talk to her father, then when I came home from school, my father didn’t even look at me, I realized that he was not happy, then my mother came to see me and said that she shouldn’t have said it to her father because he said that we would go to my grandmother and leave me there for a couple of months... I couldn’t even cry, I realized that I had really offended my father, but I also realized that I couldn’t leave him either, and I immediately told him about it, he said that he wouldn’t let me leave and take me away (steal me), but at that moment I didn’t even know what to do, either break up with him or leave. ........
But I decided to break up with him when we met, I just wanted to say this, he said, if you came to break up with me, then I’ll steal you, I said wait, let me say, “I’m very grateful to you for everything and I apologize for the fact that I have to make such a choice, but my parents are more important to me,” he asked me very much not to do this, that he sincerely loved me and that this was all his first time, then he asked me a question, “the answer to me honestly is it all because my life is like this? " I said no he said last question" Do you love me?" I never answered this question directly to him, but then I wanted to tell him yes, and they answered, “even if I love you, what will change?” He told me that’s enough... And half a year passed, he left school and didn’t call or write to me anymore... I left my number but I also never wrote to him... I didn’t stop thinking about him for a second , I really missed you.. Half a year later I saw him near the school, he stood and waited for me until I came out, everyone was surprised and immediately looked at me, I was afraid to even approach, I didn’t believe that he was standing there, and stood there for about 7 minutes, he himself he came up and smiled and said that he came for me, I said don’t joke, what are you doing here, he said and I wasn’t joking, I seriously came for you, he says what he has now good job and changed the apartment to another) he says, “you see, in half a year, how much I’ve done) but what I myself definitely noticed was his clothes) he was always in these clothes, I felt so sorry for him that I just wanted to hug him,) he told me that he was talking he agreed with his father, and everyone is happy to see me there) he said if I tell him definitely not, he still won’t let me leave.. He said either you yourself or I’ll have to do it myself,) as you know, it’s not customary for the races to touch while she is not his wife,) I was very scared, I remembered that this half a year was the most terrible for me, as if it had been 5 years and not half a year.. And so I left with him, you won’t believe it, but he was like this all the way we were driving, he sat all the time with such a smile on his face, I have never seen him happy) his friend was sitting behind the wheel and he was next to him in the front, I was sitting alone in the back, and for an hour as we were driving I thought that we would definitely be happy ... When we arrived at their home where his father and stepmother live, everyone greeted me very well, there were many more guests.. And the moment came when they informed my parents about this, I talked to my mother on the phone, my mother cried a lot and said why at least I told her didn’t say ((and the father at all ((I didn’t hear him, but they gave consent, they said since the daughter wants it.. And my mother was very happy because I was happy) and my husband) I’ll say now HUSBAND)) wrote me a text message how I found out that they gave their consent “I’ve never been so happy as I am now, I can’t believe that my Wife is not far from me”) and that same day I stayed with his parents, but on the second day he arrived and we went to his apartment ) we didn’t approach each other for a long time) I couldn’t, I was very embarrassed by him) and apparently he waited until I was ready) he didn’t want to scare me.) but then I hugged him anyway) to which he and me strongly) he promised me that he would never offend me.. We have been married for almost a year, I was visiting my family, but my father has not spoken to me all this time;((this makes me very sick (almost a year has passed, we live well, the main thing is We love each other, he sees how happy I am with him.. Why he doesn’t understand this, I don’t know...

At the end of October, my eighteen-year-old daughter Natasha and I went to the regional center to visit my wife who was lying in the maternity hospital. She had already given birth to her second girl, and things were getting better after the birth complications. We returned home in the evening. The weather was cold and cloudy, black thunderclouds filled with leaden weight were gathering in the sky.

The bus took us to the dirt turn to Bolshoi Klyuch, dropped us off and moved on to Varvarovka. My daughter and I were left alone on the highway. Cars rarely passed here, and you couldn’t even dream of one turning onto Bolshaya Klyuch. We always covered the distance from the profile to our village on foot: and this is more than seven kilometers.

My daughter and I set out on the road as usual, but we hadn’t walked even a kilometer when a terrible downpour hit us. In a matter of minutes we found ourselves soaking wet. A cold, cold-like shiver pierced our bodies like needles. The dirt road turned into a muddy, sticky mess, and we were forced to wade through the grass that grew thickly on the side of the road. A peck of mud stuck to our shoes, so we had great difficulty moving our feet. The clothes stuck tightly to the body. Natasha, in her impossibly short, fitted chintz dress, looked completely naked. All parts of the body were imprinted so openly that I felt embarrassed to look at her.

The rain poured and poured like buckets, and we had no choice but to wander further under the tight cold streams of rain. Because the only place to hide was in a forest plantation, and the nearest one was still about half a kilometer away.

– Aren’t you tired, Natasha? – I asked my daughter with alarm and looked at her small, frail body, involuntarily noticing with my eyes all her girlish bulges: back and front.

- No, daddy, I'm not tired. Let’s go faster,” Natasha urged me.

Finally we got to the forest plantation, went into the very depths, found a fallen tree, it was an old acacia, and with relief we sat down on it. The rain didn't penetrate here as much. So we were able to even wring out our hair and catch our breath from fast walking.

Soon Natasha began to chatter her teeth from the cold.

-Are you feeling bad, daughter? – I asked with concern.

“H-ho-l-lod-bottom,” Natasha said, stuttering, with a trembling voice.

I was afraid that she might catch a cold and get sick, and I decisively demanded:

“Natasha, I’ll turn away, and you take off your dress right now and squeeze it out.” Otherwise you will get sick.

- No, you definitely need to wring out your clothes and dry them a little. Let me help you.

I almost forcibly pulled off her wet dress and began to carefully twist it. The rain had somewhat weakened its pressure and almost no longer penetrated into the thicket. I gave my daughter’s dress a good squeeze, shook it and hung it on the branches to dry. Natasha, wearing tiny red lace thong panties, like those worn by adults, and a tiny size zero bra, was shaking, huddled on a log.

- Daughter, are you completely cold? – I continued to carefully persuade Natasha. – Take off your panties and bra, let me squeeze them out.

She, not embarrassed by me, undressed, left without the last scraps of clothing. She gave tiny girlish intimacy into my trembling hands. Taking them, I glanced at her naked body with undisguised interest. He noted the weak, barely visible mounds of the breasts with brown pimples of the nipples, the smooth, hairless, shaved girl's pubis with a visible line of the upper part of her vagina. Sunken, tiny tummy.

“Hurry up, dad, I’m cold,” she said, sitting down again on the log and clasping her shoulders with her arms.

I quickly squeezed out her panties and bra and threw them on the branches near her dress. Trembling as if with a fever, he sat down next to his daughter.

“You, too, squeeze yourself out,” she said in an orderly tone.

I didn’t have to beg myself for long, and soon I was standing next to Natasha, as naked as she was, and carefully twisting my shirt and trousers.

“Let me help you,” Natasha suggested.

Together we quickly wrung out my things and also hung them on the branches to dry. I noticed that Natasha was always looking at my penis with interest. I was shy, but from this shyness my penis began to harden and rise. The situation was quite unusual: I had never stripped naked in front of Natasha. By concentrating mentally on this, I involuntarily fueled my excitement. The penis grew and filled with juice before our eyes. Natasha noticed this and shyly turned away. I didn’t know what to do.

It was too early to get dressed, the clothes weren’t dry, covering yourself with your hands was stupid. And I just stood there, shaking with severe chills, covered with blue goose bumps. And my penis grew and grew until it finally acquired a strictly vertical position. Natasha was shaking on the log, her face turned to the side. Concern and fear for the health of my loved one overpowered my shame. I approached her with a treacherously large penis sticking out, sat down next to her and hugged her tightly.

“Don’t be afraid, daughter, I’ll just warm you up.” You may get sick, and this is not very good. How will I treat you then?

- Aren’t you going to get sick, dad? – Natasha asked in turn, and timidly looked first into my eyes, then at my penis.

“I’m not affected by any cold, daughter,” I reassured Natasha and began rubbing her back and chest with my palms.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, dad...” my daughter hesitated.

- What about?

– Well, about this very thing... don’t you understand?.. I heard that if it happens like it’s happening to you – now – then you can die.

I immediately understood what she was hinting at and decided to play along with her.

- Yes, you can die, daughter... There have been deaths.

– What cases?

- Lethal. Fatal.

– Do you really... want to? – Natasha squeezed out, finding her words with difficulty.

- I want it, daughter... Very, very...

- And if this... doesn’t happen now, will you die?

- Without you, yes, my dear! – for some reason I hinted unambiguously. Although no, I knew for sure why I was saying this and what I was getting at.

- Well then do it, dear! “Natasha, suddenly deciding on something, in turn stuck tightly to me with her entire small body of an unformed teenage girl, grabbed the thick shaft of my erect penis with her cold thin fingers and began to quickly slide her hand up and down. Her movements were so swift and skillful that I soon felt dizzyingly light and pleasant. A kind of languid indifference to everything in the world came over me, except for the movements of her musical fingers on my organ. I spread my legs wide apart and completely surrendered to the power of the little minx.

-Are you okay, daddy? – Natasha whispered with a breath, like an adult, continuing to bring me with her sweet massage to wild delight and frenzy.

- Okay, Natasha, continue, please!

- Why, dad? This is not what you want...

- Yes, daughter... But you still can’t... You’re too small for... him!

- And I'm careful.

Natasha stood up from the log and, continuing to manipulate

with my dick, sat on my lap, facing my face. I stretched out my hands, shaking with lust, and touched her soft, tiny labia with my fingers - already open and moistened. Natasha groaned and trembled even more strongly all over, but now not from the cold, but from pleasure. She moved her crotch along my hand.

I felt the small button on her clitoris and gently pressed it. Natasha screamed louder, wrapped her thin arms around my powerful, heroic neck and climbed with her blue lips towards my mouth. I immediately responded with fervor to her hot and greedy, sucking kiss. He drowned his tongue in her hot throat. At the same time, he rubbed his huge rearing phallus against her elastic tummy.

“Dad, I want to go there...” the heated Natasha whispered, looking away from my mouth. She raised her ass from my knees, grabbed the veiny shaft of my penis in her hand and began to carefully move the head, which had opened like a flower, over her tiny “pussy.” I felt so good that I almost came and involuntarily removed her hand with my penis from my vagina.

- Wait, daughter, otherwise everything will start flowing...

- Out of him? – Natasha asked with interest.

- Yes... And you won’t experience... pleasure.

We continued to greedily suck each other's mouths, and I imagined how great it would be if Natasha caressed the head of my erect penis with her small, nimble tongue, like a lizard's sting. Such thoughts made my head go blank, and I, almost not realizing what I was doing, moistened the fingers of my right hand with saliva and began to carefully spread my girl’s tiny labia with them. She froze in agonizing anticipation, hovering over my dick. I developed the entrance to her hot cave sufficiently, so that in the end I could stick three fingers into her. My daughter was breathing rapidly, moaning muffledly, and pressing my wet head tighter and tighter to her non-existent chest.

Finally, I made up my mind, and, thinking that I had brought her to ecstasy, I began to slowly and carefully push my priceless treasure onto the huge penis sticking out between her spread thighs. At first, the mushroom-shaped head of the penis entered her narrow, tight hole, with effort, but still, and then the shaft sank. The walls of her undeveloped, girlish vagina squeezed my weapon so tightly that it even seemed to me that I had entered the wrong place... into the wrong hole... Natasha screamed in pain in a sharp, piercing voice, rushed upward, from this terrible stake, but I did not let her go, and handed the enraged phallus after him.

Something hot instantly poured over the head of my penis, I, frightened, pulled it out for a second, and Natasha’s virgin blood poured onto me from above. The girl got scared and, screaming, grabbed her slit with both hands, stretched out by my huge tool, thinking that I had torn something there and something needed to be done urgently. But I knew that I had only pierced her virginity, and there was no need to do anything. Or rather, you need to do one thing - continue to fuck your beloved daughter.

“Don’t be afraid, dear, nothing happened,” I began to calm her down, trying to put her on top of my bloody penis again, but Natasha resisted.

-What is this, dad? Why blood? What have you done to me!

- It’s okay, honey, it happens to everyone... It’s just that you stopped being... a girl!

-Who am I now?

- My wife! – I blurted out in a passion and finally impaled her on my dick again. Now I was no longer afraid of anything, and at breakneck speed I rammed my phallus into her hole.

Natasha screamed as if she had been cut, twitched on my dick, truly cumming for the first time in her life. She quickly rubbed her tiny clitoris with her fingers, squeezed my powerful, elastic buttock with her other hand, sucked my mouth and tongue in it. I also felt the approach of orgasm, and I drove my stick into the girl at full length. For some reason I wanted to bury the phallus as deeply as possible, and I was surprised how it fit there, in such a small, unstretched vagina.

After a few more rapid, crazy pumping, my sperm, boiling in a love battle, burst out of the phallus, filled her vagina and splashed out as soon as I pulled my penis out of Natasha. She hung on my neck in exhaustion. I picked her up in my arms, as I carried her as a child, rocking her, under her butt, and froze in this position.

– Am I your wife now, dear daddy? – Natasha finally spoke.

“Yes, dear,” I nodded.

- What about mom?

“And we won’t tell her anything.”

- And when she leaves the hospital, will you still fuck me?

– Did you like it, daughter? – I answered the question with joy, a question.

– It was something!.. Foamy sensations! Terrible cruelty! Wow Wow! – she said several phrases common among modern youth, expressing the highest degree of delight and approval.

“Give me a blowjob, daddy,” my daughter suddenly said in the voice of an experienced adult whore, and I couldn’t believe my ears. But from her words such a deep wave of sweet languor came over me that I immediately obeyed, fell to my knees in front of my daughter, spread her thin, frog-like legs wide apart and with animal greed fell to the open bud of her “pussy.” I first licked all the folds of her outer labia from her blood and my own sperm, then began to actively suck on the inner ones. Natasha moaned and writhed in my arms, pressing my head with her little hands to her swollen hot womb.

– Do you like licking her, honey? – she asked, closing her eyes in pleasure and vibrating to the rhythm of my tongue with her entire thin body.

– Yes, Natasha, I really like your pussy. She's so small and sweet that I just stick out. “I’m flying away from the buzz,” I moaned in turn, answering her questions, and licked, licked, licked.
Natasha began to struggle again, cumming, and I began to suck everything into my mouth. I loved that she was cumming inside me. Before that, I came inside her, and now it was her turn. The girl was screaming in a voice that was not her own, and her whole body was twitching in terrible convulsions, as if she was being paralyzed.

- Oh, dad, move away quickly! – the daughter suddenly shouted.

I didn’t understand anything and didn’t remove my face. And at that same moment, a yellow hot stream of urine from my daughter’s vagina rushed into my mouth. Natasha was unable to restrain herself and only tried to pull away to the side, but I held her tightly in my arms and enjoyed this hot, salty-tasting shower.

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” Natasha babbled embarrassedly after peeing on my face. She was completely at a loss from the embarrassment that had happened to her and did not know what to do or how to make amends.

Well, I felt an equally acute urge to empty my fluid-filled bladder. Standing in front of her guilty face, I took the limp penis in my right hand and immediately splashed a full-flowing stream of my urine into Natasha’s face. My girl, experiencing genuine pleasure, opened her mouth and placed it under the yellow fountain. A minute later she was wet from head to toe. Warm urine warmed her for a moment and she, half-closing her eyes, was silently blissful...