I couldn’t believe this is what I have been missing! His tongue was caressing my pussy in a way that made me feel so loved, so adored. And at the same time, he devoured me like a starving man who only had one need and that was to use me. Every bit of this experience was unbelievable!
He licked and sucked on my needy clit. His hands kneading my ass like that was all he could do to stop himself from throwing me on the floor and fucking me right then and there.
My body began to tense and I felt my pussy dripping to my ass. The pleasure was building and I was aching to cum.
“So close… Daddyyy… Ohh fuckkk.. So goooooddd..”
My hips lifted and I felt him suck my clit between his teeth and it was all over.
My body erupted in a flood of pleasure. I moaned deep and loud as my body wriggled and twitched. My head felt light and my body spasmed. He moved his face away and began trailing kisses over my stomach before standing up straight once more. His hands slid out from under my ass, and I was left with the cold countertop touching my skin.
He reached out and helped me down, holding my waist until he was sure I had my balance. I smiled up at him and blushed.
I had just felt my Dad’s tongue on my pussy. He made me cum! Hard! And here he was, holding me again, like I was still his little girl.
We stayed like this for several minutes. Just quiet and enjoying the moment.
The oven sounded its alert that it was preheated, and our moment was over.
He began preparing the food and I went to my room to change into something that was, well, not covered in my cum.
What had just happened?! What would happen now?
Are we going to do it again? Does he want anything else? Do I want anything else? Do we want more?
There were so many thoughts flooding my mind. I stopped and took a deep breath.
I looked in the mirror and found myself.
“I am a beautiful woman. He is a very attractive man. There is nothing wrong with what happened. But it does not need to continue. It’s inappropriate.”
My voice trailed off as my mind began to wander. Thinking about the night I spent at my parents house. In the guest room with my dad. When I woke up early.
I had blocked so much of that morning from my mind, because I didn’t understand.
—-I remember feeling… pleasure… No.. not feeling pleasure. WANTING pleasure. The mood in the room was like being in a fog. Not quite sure what was happening. I remember the bed shaking slightly from his motions. His hand was working at a steady pace. But what was that feeling?
I remember feeling something on my leg. It was his other hand, now that I think about it. His hand was rubbing on my thigh. I was tired and drifting in and out of sleep. His fingers tracing the crease of my skin between my thigh and ass.
I was on my back and remember having one knee bent up, my foot flat on the bed. His finger was tracing the outline of my ass. I remember feeling horny and sleepy. I wanted to moan but dozed off again. I heard him breathing hard and trying not to groan too loud. The light from the window was blocked as he stood in front of it. I remember making a soft whimper when something warm touched my thigh. Was it wet?
It was a damp cloth. He was gently rubbing my thigh with it. When I fully woke up later, he was watching tv and drinking coffee. My shirt was twisted and pulled up from my constant tossing and turning. One breast was fully exposed, my hard nipple taunting me with the tingle from the cool air. It took me a minute to realize the extent of the exposure. And I fixed it, not understanding why he had a grin on his face. —-
I staggered back as the memory came rushing back to my mind. How come I didn’t remember all of this before?! How could I only remember this now?
I wanted to think this over. But he called from the kitchen that dinner was ready.
He always cooked such good food! I was excited for the steak and roasted veggies.
The smell of food filled the air. Aromas of pepper and garlic were enough to make me audibly moan. He looked up and smiled.
“I hope you always make that sound around me”
I didn’t understand, so I smiled and commented on the amazing food in front of me.
He brought the food to the table and we sat across from each other. It was a small table and occasionally our feet would touch.
The food was amazing, as I expected. The company… was leaving electricity in the air.
I couldn’t look up at him the way I did before today. I couldn’t see him as my dad. He was this sexy man who had just made me cum so hard in his tongue. And until a moment ago, I didn’t even realize that several years ago, he stroked his cock while touching me.
I looked over at him and saw his dark eyes just sinking into me.
I smiled as I took a piece of steak into my mouth.
The entire meal was wonderful and completely filled with sexual tension that I had never felt with him before.
Does this mean he wanted more? But what would happen if I gave in? Would he only want it one time?
“Dad,” I began. “I need to know what you want. I don’t know what is happening, and I need to know so I can understand what comes next.”
He looked at me with a serious expression on his face and said, “I don’t know. I know you want to think I know everything, but I don’t.”
“Dad I…”
He interrupted, “I couldn’t help myself. I don’t know what is happening and I don’t know what comes next. I don’t want to pressure you. So just say the word, and we can spend our time on opposite ends of the cabin.”
“Daddy… I trust you. You always take care of me. And even if neither of us understand what is happening, I know you would never try to harm me.”
I stood and took the dishes to the sink. As I began washing them, he walked into the other room.
That night, we sat on the front porch and played a game of checkers. I was wearing pajama shorts that looked more like underwear, and a tank top. It was warm out, but there was still a soft breeze that teased at my nipples.
I think he pretended not to notice. But I knew if I had made an attempt to hide them, it would have drawn more attention to that very thing. So we played checkers and sipped on some wine. We talked about a new house he might buy and a new job I might take.
It was late, and I decided it was time for bed. He agreed. We headed back inside and down the hallway to our separate rooms. That night, I couldn’t sleep at all. I was sure he would have come to visit me before morning. But he didn’t. I don’t know exactly what happened between us.
But I do know, my dad made me cum with his mouth. And now all I want is more. I want to feel his hands on me. I want to feel the pleasure his mouth can give me. I want to know what his cock feels like. What it looks like! I want to feel him inside me. Owning my body.
*****
I fell asleep to these thoughts. I woke up to the sun shining on my face. The gentle warmth kissing my skin as I lay on top of the covers. I could hear the birds chirping as the light continued to brighten the room.
I decided that maybe it was just a one time thing, between me and Dad. Maybe he just needed to get it out of his system. And I would be okay with that. I wanted my dad to feel better. He hasn’t had a lot of happy days in the last several years, and I really wanted to make him smile again. If yesterday made him happy, I can live with it. I wouldn’t beg him for more. I wouldn’t make him feel bad for that. We are both consenting adults. It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it.
I put on a long t-shirt and shorts. Tied my hair up in a high ponytail, and headed to the kitchen. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled food. Bacon and coffee were the main course today. And probably every day, if I could wish it true!
Dad was sitting down at the table, doing a crossword puzzle. He looked up at me and smiled when I walked in.
I wanted to be casual and not push anything.
“Hey Dad. Good morning. I hope the bed in your room was comfy. MIne was a bit on the lumpy side.”
He took a sip of his coffee and said, “Well tonight you can sleep in my bed.”
I must have had a stunned look on my face because he chuckled and said, “Don’t look so shocked. I would love to press my body up against you all night, sweetheart. Now come here and help me with this puzzle.”
He moved his chair back and patted his lap, looking up at me with that familiar smile he always gave me. There was a time when I would sit on his lap and help him with the crossword. And apparently today would be no different.
I poured my coffee and brought it over to the table. I looked at him a little unsure and he just smiled, waiting patiently. I stopped overthinking things and brought myself to him. I gently sat down on his lap, not letting go of my full weight or relaxing much. The same way you would if you were just stooping over to see something for a moment.
I glanced at the book and tried to find an easy answer.
He took a deep breath and brought his hands to my waist, tugging me all the way down to him. My balance was lost and my body pressed against him. His hands stayed at my waist and I laughed as I heard him blowing my hair from his face.
“Dad!” I laughed more. “I’m a bit too heavy to share a chair with you these days.”
“Don’t be ridiculous honey, you fit just fine here on my lap.”
His hands rubbed my sides and up to my shoulders. Eventually he began moving my hair to one side, combing it slightly with his fingers. I decided that the only thing I could do at this point is relax and get used to the moment. It’s just breakfast.
I took a piece of bacon from his plate and munched on it while I looked at the puzzle.
I made a joke about a word he misspelled, and he laughed. It was the first moment I felt his skin on mine. I hadn’t realized he was in a bathrobe, until just then. My bare legs were wrapped around his, skin to skin. No big deal I guess. It’s not like we were naked. Except… he might have been. I felt pressure against my ass every time we laughed or moved a little.
I took another sip of coffee and let my body rest against him, leaning my head back.
“Dad… about last night…”
He took a deep breath and held it. I was sure he must have felt bad. I started to wonder if I made him do that… Did I? I sat on the counter… in shorts! I must have been right there, tempting him!
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