Caregiver

“You can’t get too crazy here with your busted up old Dad, have a beer if you want.” he said.

He wants to fuck me, he just said as much, without actually saying it.

I returned with two beers, and then looked at the space next to him on the bed, and then asked with my eyes.

“Plenty of room, you can protect me if any crazed killers escape from the movie and come for me.”

I climbed into his weird hospital bed that was arranged a bit like a chair, and prayed my pussy scent wasn’t as strong as I imagined it was. I snuggled up next to him, and we finished our beers, and the popcorn, nothing had happened, he still hadn’t fucked me, and I started wondering about it all.

“One more beer for the night?” he asked.

I got up, and brought us back two beers, the movie ended a few minutes later, and we started talking.

“You don’t have to stay Carly, Mom’s taking good care of me. I’m sure your boyfriend misses you by now.”

“No boyfriend, not since the last one, and that ended months ago.” I confessed.

“You’ve gotta be beating them off with a stick.” he grinned.

“Guys are different there.” I shrugged.

“Guys are worse there?” he asked.

“Just different, they don’t seem to have the same.. Courage, I suppose.”

He chuckled and sipped his beer.

“When you asked Mom out for that first date, where were you scared?” I asked.

“Nope.” he said simply.

“You knew she’d go out with you?”

“Something like that.”

‘Cause of your big dick Dad?’ I wondered to myself.

“Tell me.” I laughed, and nudged his arm.

“I used to date her best friend, and girls talk.” he laughed.

“DAD!” I yelled, faking embarrassment.

“I just mean that her friend told her that I was a gentleman, and that she felt safe around me, why? What did you think I meant?” he asked.

I imagined Mom’s friend telling her what a big, thick cock Dad had, and Mom had to have been curious.

Is that why I was curious? I could explain some of my depraved thinking because I hadn’t had sex for several months, and now, I was further depriving myself of the kind of wonderful orgasms I typically had because I was afraid my parents would hear my vibrator, or my moaning.

But having regular thoughts of my Father fucking me, that was okay I supposed.

Yep, I was definitely going to hell for this.

“Sorry Dad, I guess I thought the friend told Mom you were huge or something, ugh, I can’t believe I just said that.”

Dad chuckled but said nothing.

“How long do those real-estate dinners go on for?” I asked, looking at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 11:00 pm

“It usually depends on how much fun Mom’s having, she’s been home before now in the past, but sometimes it’s after midnight before she gets home,” he said.

“She looked really nice when she left. I could picture her dressing like that if you two were going out dancing or something.” I said and sipped my beer.

“Maybe she’ll find a guy that’s not all busted up to twirl her around the dance floor a few times till I heal up.”

That sounded strange, in my aroused state, I imagined Mom dancing with some stranger, pulled against him, and their mouths pressed against each others.

“Wouldn’t you get jealous?” I asked.

“I’m kind of laid up Carly, not like I could do much till I was back on my feet,” he said, and rolled his shoulders.

It was feeding into my need to take care of him, it didn’t matter if Mom did go dancing, or even if she ended up doing more. I’d take care of Dad.

The lock to the front door clicked, then opened and Mom walked in, seeing us on Dad’s bed and laughing “You two were watching scary movies!”

“Guilty as charged.” Dad confessed.

Mom laughed and came over, bent over, gave Dad a kiss on his forehead, and pulled the bottle of beer from his hand, taking a swig, and then handed it back to him.

“Carly here was worried that you’d found a boyfriend, dressed so sexy, and me all busted up here in bed.” Dad said grinning.

“Guilty as charged.” Mom said, repeating what Dad had said moments before. “He was tall, dark, and handsome. He bought me a drink, introduced himself as the top seller in his region, he didn’t even need to ask when a slow song came on, he just pulled me onto the dance-floor, the only reason I’m home so soon is that his wife called and made him promise to be home before midnight, something about him turning into a pumpkin I think.”

I shook my head, surprised at Mom’s phony story, and as I looked at Dad my eyes couldn’t miss his obvious erection, pushing up the thin blanket he was under.

“Okay, well I’m beat, I’m headed to bed.” I said, and gave Dad a kiss on the cheek, then pulled myself out of his bed, kissed Mom on the cheek, and headed up the stairs to masturbate.

I pictured Mom twisting her fist around Dad’s cock, and nibbling on his nipples. His cock would be standing proud, and reddened. I imagined standing on the opposite side of the bed, watching them, and then Mom reaching for my hand, and wrapping it around my Dad’s cock, moving it the way she had, showing me how he liked it.

I imagined slowly masturbating Dad, as Mom went back to sucking on his nipples, and then she pulled my head to his chest, and sucking as Mom had done. A moan had escaped and for a fraction of a second, I panicked, but then, I stopped caring.

I imagined lifting my head, and realizing that Mom was no longer with us, she was walking up the stairs to her room, so I went back to taking care of my Dad.

“Carly, that’s incredible Baby.” Dad would gasp, and then my mouth would stretch over the shiny, pre-cum soaked head of his cock, and a long, low moan would escape his lips.

Even in my fantasizing, I couldn’t imagine taking all of Dad’s cock in my mouth, but what would fit, would be very happy with what I’d be doing to it.

My three fingers were stretching me open, so that when I’d straddle Dad, his cock would more easily fit, I imagined my fingers as his cock, and sinking slowly down until he was fully inside of me. I’d rock gently, getting used to the full feeling, and just as I began speeding up, I’d hear another moan, from the stairs. Mom was watching as I’d fuck Dad, and she had her hand under her skirt. I’d smile, and go back to fucking Dad, and just as the waves of warmth filled my body, I’d imagine Dad cumming inside of me.

I’m pretty sure this new moan was as loud as the last one. But I didn’t care.

—

The next day, I came downstairs in the morning, fixed myself a light breakfast quietly as Dad was still sleeping. I watched his chest slowly rising as he slept, and an idea began forming in my head. It wasn’t fully planned out yet, but I was confident things would work out.

That evening, when Mom returned from work, I told her that I was going shopping, that I’d be back later that night and off I went to the mall to buy a number of sexy outfits that I decided I’d use to wear Dad down, until he couldn’t take it anymore, and I’d finally have him. It’d been a while since I had worn heels, but I went a bit crazy, and bought a pair of open-toe pumps with the hidden platform soles, the heels had to have been easily 5 inches. I picked up a few new bras from VS that did wonders for my very average B-cup chest. While in the store I played with the idea of purchasing a garter belt and seamed nylons, and while I’d never actually worn those garments before, it just seemed like too much.

That in itself seemed a ridiculous thought. I was buying these clothes to more easily seduce my Father, but somehow, buying a garter belt and stockings was over the top?

I settled for a few pairs of stay-ups.

I picked up something to eat on the way home, and thought about the next part of my plan. Mom was curious about the bags I brought home, and so I laid everything out on my bed, and she shook her head, and whistled saying ‘Someone must have met someone.’ then gave me a grin.

“Working from here, it’s tooo easy to spend the day in shorts and a giant t-shirt. I dressed more like this back home when I went into the office. Dressing nice makes me feel better.” I answered.

“Sweetheart, if this is what you wore back home to work, I’m amazed you haven’t been promoted to a VP role yet!” she said, shaking her head.

“Think Dad would like these outfits?” I asked almost innocently. “Afterall, you were dressed up for your real-estate dinner like this.”

“Your Father would… I was going to say he’d love to see these outfits on someone other than his Daughter, but I think you should model them for him, see what he thinks.” she nodded.

I grinned, and hung up the clothes in my closet, telling Mom I’d wear one of the outfits the next day ‘for work’

An hour later, I was in the shower, doing my normal routine, and then deciding to switch from my typical, neatly groomed mound, to what I felt was a more risque look, leaving a thin landing strip above my vagina, and shaving everything else away. My fingers found themselves back inside of me, and it took just a bit of time before I reached an orgasm. I wanted more than my fingers.

The following morning I called into work, and explained I wasn’t feeling well, and needed the day off. After that, I checked the local area for salon reviews, and made an appointment for that same morning for a mani-pedi. I checked with Dad, asked if he’d be okay for a few hours alone, and he laughed, and sent me on my way.

I was back home before noon, and as soon as I came through the door, stopped only long enough to tell Dad I bought a few outfits, and wanted his opinion, before racing up the stairs and steeling myself for what I planned to do next.

I stripped naked, slipped on the beige stay-ups, then put on my flesh-colored VS push-up bra. And matching thong, I decided on a long-sleeved white blouse, and the black pencil skirt to complete the outfit. I sat in front of my vanity, and put on a quick, but sexy look in the mirror. A pair of pearl earrings, and necklace, then slipping on the new heels, I stood and gathered up my courage. The clicking of my heels as I descended the stairs drew Dad’s attention, and as he saw me, his eyes went wider than I’d ever seen. I watched him, as I swayed my hips and walked into the kitchen, pulling a beer from the fridge, and then slowly approaching him, the sound of the clicking heels all but filled the house.