Daughter discovers a new desire -- and acts on it.
The moment I caught my father masturbating was the moment I knew I would fuck him. Or at least try.
It was April 11, exactly two days after I turned 18. I had only about six weeks left in high school, and was staying with Dad on a lazy, sunny Saturday. The day was unusually warm, allowing me to get a head start on my summer tan.
Dad had been mowing his lawn, and I watched him while I sunned and listened to my iPod. He was wearing gym shorts and a loose tank top, and I remember vaguely thinking that my 41-year-old father was aging well. He ate sensibly, and left for work early three days a week so he could hit the gym. He was nicely built, and barely broke a sweat pushing the mower around in 80-degree heat.
A couple of my girlfriends called him a DILF. Megan, my best friend since elementary school, was the most blatant about it. She told me straight up that she wondered what it would be like to get it on with my dad.
"Older guys like Alex are supposed to be the best," she told me matter-of-factly. "They last a lot longer, and they're mature and experienced enough to give us more pleasure."
My father was a veteran television reporter who worked for one of our local network affiliates. Megan was a self-professed groupie who lusted after him whenever she saw him on TV.
"I'd like to surprise him during one of his live reports, drop to my knees and give him a blow job," she joked one time. "Do you think he'd stay professional on camera during that?"
I chastised her for being so rude and dirty, though I was strangely proud that Dad had such a hot young secret admirer. But even after that revelation, I didn't really think of him in a sexual way.
Anyway, I had the music pretty loud, and was not aware of my father's presence until he intentionally blocked the late afternoon sun from my face.
"Jessica!" he barked, apparently having to repeat himself. He waited until I removed the earphones. "I'm finished with the grass. As soon as I get cleaned up, I'll start on dinner."
"Cool, Dad, thanks." My father was not much of a cook, but I appreciated the fact that he tried. He and Mom divorced years ago, so I usually only saw Dad every other weekend and for several weeks in the summer. Despite living an hour apart, we had a great relationship. He made it to nearly all of my basketball and volleyball games, and called me every couple of days just to chat.
I'm a sucker for old heavy metal, and was listening to AC/DC's "Back in Black." When that album finished up, I decided to head inside. On the way in, I had a craving for pizza, so I figured I'd ask Dad if we could get some delivered.
I yelled up the stairs but he didn't answer. As I approached his room I could hear the shower. I figured I'd just stand outside the bathroom door and ask him my question.
But the door was open halfway and angled so I could see Dad in the full-length mirror. The rippled glass of the shower doors afforded little privacy, and I clearly saw him jerking off.
I jumped back in surprise and shock, standing with my back against the wall like I was hiding from a crazed killer. But it was mere seconds before my curiosity lured me back. I slowly positioned myself to get a view of my naked, obviously horny father.
He was turned sideways and leaning toward the wall of the shower, with his weight on his left arm. His right hand was gripping his rigid cock, slowly sliding up and down the soapy shaft. His was only the third penis I'd seen in my life, but I felt reasonably sure it was about seven inches long and quite thick.
It was in fact his girth that made me want that cock. I curled my fingers as if holding his erection, and I wondered if I'd be able to reach all the way around it. I felt my skin flush with excitement. My pussy instantly warmed and sent a small tingle of electricity up my spine. My nipples began to harden to stiff little peaks.
I was so conflicted! Here I was peeping in on my father like some kind of back-alley pervert. This was a total invasion of privacy. And he was my father!
But I couldn't help my body's reaction. As I watched him leisurely stroke his flesh, I ran a hand down and pressed against my mound. I was quickly getting very hot, and could feel my juices beginning to flow.
Then I reached up to rub my erect nipples through the thin orange fabric of my bikini.
My bikini! Dad was beating off with thoughts of me! After all, I had just been lying out in front of him, clad only in a skimpy swimsuit and smoothing lotion all over my bronzing skin. I pictured him walking back and forth behind the lawnmower, allowing his eyes to wander across my firm flesh with each pass.
The more I considered it, the more I was sure. He went inside probably 20 minutes before I did, and could have been gazing down on me from the bedroom window. Maybe he fantasized about coming back outside, ripping off my swimsuit and slamming his big cock into my tight young cunt.
All at once I was shocked, embarrassed -- and more than a little turned on by that thought. I scolded myself. Surely my father was not jerking off to thoughts of incest. He was my flesh and blood. The man who helped bring me into this world, kissed my scraped-up knees, saved money for college.
But what if he was? Was that so wrong? And was it so wrong that I suddenly wanted to make his fantasy a reality? We're both adults now.
I wanted to keep watching him, keep lusting after his gorgeous cock until it blasted cum onto the shower floor. But I knew that Dad could easily see me if he simply turned his head. So I snuck back to my room and grabbed a towel before heading to the other shower.
As the scalding water pulsed over my skin, I slowly ran my hands across my breasts, teasing and pulling at my nipples. I imagined that those fingers belonged to my father. His hands were rough and strong, but he squeezed my tits ever so gently and told me I looked so beautiful. He slid those hands down around my ass, gripping the cheeks as he worked his thick penis inside me. As my orgasm approached I dropped my head onto his shoulder, urging him to pound his little girl harder and harder.
I opened my eyes and pulled two fingers from my sopping-wet pussy. I had cum very hard, but was not satisfied. I needed to be fucked, and it had to be Daddy.
With only a few days alone with him each month, seduction would be quite a challenge. But my father didn't stand a chance. I was convinced that no man would.
I'm a tall, athletic brunette with perfectly straight hair that falls to my shoulders. My breasts are barely a C-cup but just the right size for my body. My two previous boyfriends were fascinated with my nipples. They get very pointy and very hard when I'm excited, and they're surrounded large, dark pink areolas. But I'm most proud of my body from the waist down. My legs are long, sleek and toned, and they tan easily. My ass is full and round and looks great in a thong.
I decided my healthy collection of thongs would be a nice weapon to use on Dad. From the moment I got out of the shower that afternoon, I vowed to wear nothing under my clothes except those skimpy strings. I'd go braless whenever possible.
My father is the smartest guy I know so I didn't want to be too overt. But I just had to find out if my suspicions were true, and at the same time tease him mercilessly.
Dad did double-take when I came downstairs wearing only a long light blue t-shirt. But his glance was subtle and he didn't say anything. All that evening and again Sunday I tried to keep a sideways eye on him, hoping to catch him sneaking a peak at the sexy teenaged body on display. But I never did. Was I wrong about all this?
The weeks dragged on as I went back and forth to school, back and forth between Mom's house and Dad's. It wasn't until the middle of May that I realized my teasing was noticed. I went straight from school to my father's house on Friday afternoon and took advantage of the late-spring sun. Once again, I wiggled into my orange bikini and stretched out on the chaise.
Dad said he had some research to finish on the computer, so he stayed inside. I suspected he might watch me through the window, so I put on a show. I took extra time and care applying the sunscreen, making sure I didn't miss an inch of my warm skin. I started out lying on my stomach, unhooking the straps of my top and tugging the bikini bottoms slightly into the crack of my ass.
When I flipped over, I "accidentally" lost my grip on the top and allowed my tits to jiggle free for just a moment. As I settled back into the chaise I realized just how horny I was making myself. My nipples were easily visible through the thin swimsuit, and I had the urge to rub my pussy mound.
Now that I was turned over, my eyes searched the windows of the house from behind my sunglasses. I didn't see anything for a moment. But then I thought I could make out a faint silhouette, a few feet back from Dad's bedroom window.
I didn't really need any more lotion, but put some on anyway. Again, I slowly ran my oily hands over my tight little body, hopefully teasing my father and definitely teasing myself. Every few seconds I checked the window, and sure enough was able to make out some subtle movement.
Finally the silhouette disappeared, and the open windows allowed me to hear the shower start up. Dad couldn't take any more. He had to release his pent-up lust.
I dashed into the house, tiptoed up the stairs and entered his bedroom again. This time the bathroom door was closed, but I was too horny and too desperate to see my father’s big dick again. So I slowly turned the knob and opened the door just enough to peek into the shower.
Dad was at it again. This time he was leaning back against the right side of the stall, underneath the shower spray where it wouldn’t rinse the soap off his cock. I was mesmerized as I watched him slowly, patiently work his hand over the long thick shaft.
I started to reach for my burning snatch, thinking I might bring myself to orgasm at the same time as my father. But then I made a snap decision. I quickly stripped off my bikini and slipped in through the barely open door.
Dad jumped in shock and nearly fell as I jerked open the shower door and hopped in with him. He seemed to turn himself inside out as he attempted to hide his erection and cover his wet nakedness, all the while yelling and sputtering.
"What the --! Shit! Jessie! What are you --! Get out! You can't be here! You can't see me like this!" He seemed to shout all of these words at the same time. His face was screwed up with panic. I suddenly had doubts about what I’d just done, but I couldn’t stop now. I had to have him.
"Dad - it's okay," I told him in a voice that tried to sound both soothing and seductive. "I want to be here. I want to be with you."
He stopped struggling but covered his erection with both hands as he stared at me in disbelief.
"You can't be in here! We can't --"
"We can!" I interrupted. "I'm an adult now, Dad, and I'm allowed to make my own decisions. And I've decided I want you. Can you honestly tell me that you don't want me too? Wasn't it me you were just thinking about?"
I was moving toward him now, a mischievous smile on my face. He seemed to shrink against the side of the shower. But he didn't try to leave, and he was starting to steal glances downward at my wet, naked form.
"That’s it, Dad, take a nice look. I know you’ve been watching me from the window, and it turns me on to know that you're hot for your little girl."
I was inches away from him now, and I started running my hands over his strong shoulders and arms. The poor man was being tortured! Here was his only child, naked before him, practically begging to be fucked. Dad was as still as a statue, every muscle rigid, his eyes unable to look into mine.
I ran my hands across his chest and around to his back, delighting at the feel of his skin, bemused at his inner struggle.
"Tell me, Daddy. Tell me the truth. You want me as much as I want you. Maybe more," I cooed as my hands slid down his slippery back toward his hard little butt. I leaned in to him and started kissing his neck and upper chest while pressing my teenage flesh against him.
"Ohhhhh, Jessie," he moaned. "I can’t believe this is happening. I swear I never would have --"
"But you wanted to, didn’t you Dad?"
"Oh my God, yes. I couldn’t help but look at you. I've been trying not to, but you’re so beautiful. I can hardly keep my eyes off you."
"You don’t have to any more," I answered in a near whisper. Looking him straight in the eyes, I moved my hands around to his crotch. I gently grasped his hands and moved them away from his cock.
Finally, after a month of fantasizing about this moment, I took my father’s sex into my hands. My left hand cupped and stroked his heavy balls. The palm of my right hand began sliding along the underside of his shaft. He had lost part of his erection in shock, panic and embarrassment. But I could feel it getting longer and harder in my hands now, and it was everything I wanted.
Dad and I both looked down at the same time to watch my hands feeling his cock and balls. He sighed with contentment and began to stroke my hair.
"Jessica, honey, that feels so good. I can’t believe you’re touching me this way."
"This is just the beginning, Dad. I’m gonna make you cum so hard you’ll pass out."
"Where did you get that potty mouth, little girl?" he asked with a laugh. "I thought I taught you better manners than that."
"I do have good manners, Daddy. I promise I won’t talk with my mouth full."
My father’s eyes widened and mouth gaped at my words, knowing what was about to happen. He watched in awe as I dropped to my knees in front of him.
His cock was inches from my face, throbbing and twitching with excitement. I brushed my hair aside and looked up at him, remembering that guys of all ages love that. I grasped the base of his cock and realized that my fingers couldn’t quite reach all the way around the thick meat. Then I slowly, teasingly dragged my tongue against the sensitive underside of his shaft, all the way from the base to the head.
Dad gasped and groaned with delight as I kept licking his prick like a popsicle. His hands gently stroked my hair as he watched me taste his cock for the first time. My tongue danced its way up to the swollen head and swirled around it for a few moments.
I had never been so fucking hot in all my life. I was acting out my forbidden fantasy, the one that kept me awake and stroking my clit at night for the past several weeks. My nipples were almost painfully erect, and I used my left hand to squeeze and pull at them. The sensation was like lightning bolts of pleasure, racing from my tits down to my pussy. I was so ready to be fucked, but willing to wait and show Dad how much I could please him.
Looking up at him once more, I parted my lips and eased the head of his cock into my mouth. I began bobbing my head up and down, taking a little more of his shaft inside me each time. His thick prick stretched the lips of my mouth and I wasn't sure I could get it all in. But I was horny and determined.
Little by little, I forced more of his meat inside my mouth until I nearly gagged. I was proud of myself for nearly deep-throating him, and Dad was obviously in fucking heaven.
Ever the gentleman, he never pushed my head down on his cock. But he couldn’t keep his hips from thrusting against my eager mouth, and it turned me on even more to feel him losing control of his lust. I started to hear it too.
"That’s it, baby. That’s my girl," he groaned. "Suck Daddy’s cock. Take it all it. Suck it! Oh fuck! I can’t believe you’re sucking my cock."
I loved hearing Dad’s dirty talk, and I would have joined him. But I couldn’t bear to take my lips away from his amazing dick, and I couldn’t wait to make him explode. So I just kept moaning in pleasure and smiling as much as my stretched lips would allow.
I don’t know how Dad lasted as long as he did, but his cock impossibly swelled even thicker. I realized just as he warned me, "Baby, oh God, I can’t hold off any more. I'm gonna cum!"
My naughty fantasies always had me swallowing every drop of my Dad’s cum. But I suddenly had the urge to watch him blow his load and feel it splashing on my body. I pulled his cock from my lips and began squeezing and jacking it with my hand. It was literally dripping with my saliva and his pre-cum as I stroked it.
"I want to see it, Daddy," I hissed. "I want you to cum all over me! Come on, give it to me!"
My hand was pumping furiously as Dad was cussing and groaning and calling my name. Finally his whole body tensed, and a second later the first stream of cum shot out of his swollen prick-head.
The first one was a thin strand that landed on the base of my neck. I adjusted his cock and tilted my head back as he kept ejaculating. The second, third and fourth blasts were thick ropes of cum that landed against my cheek, nose and hair. I opened my mouth and caught some of his incestuous seed on my tongue.
I instantly loved the taste of his sperm, and again sank my head down on his spasming cock. Several more loads shot into my mouth and down my throat, and I happily swallowed every bit.
"Fuck, yes!" Dad grunted. "Jessica, you little slut! Swallow my cum. Oh God! You are so fucking hot!"
I literally sucked him dry, and Dad’s entire body slumped. He didn’t pass out as I promised, but his knees buckled and he had to catch himself on the wall of the shower.
"You like?" I asked with a grin, then licked my lips. "That was amazing, Dad! I can’t believe how much cum you made for me. That must have been a quart!"
"I can’t believe it either, honey. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. It was all you, baby."
I shivered hard, and we both realized that the shower was quickly getting cold. Without another word, Dad helped me rinse the sperm off my face and out of my hair.
My body was still shaking as he wrapped me in a large, soft towel. I shook partly with excitement, partly with cold. But I knew Dad would soon take care of both.