The stories by HeavenlyAngel26 steered me in this direction.
Growing Up

My name is Samantha. My friends call me Sam. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I’ve been told I’m very pretty. My dad says beautiful, but that’s my Dad, he’s supposed to say that. I’m 22 now and pretty short; only 5’1”. I barely weigh over 100Lbs. My tits are pretty small but they look big on my small frame.

My story really starts a while back:
Well-ya-see…One Sunday morning when I was 16, I was coming home from my girlfriend’s house; I’d slept over the night before. They were going to an early Mass and I didn’t feel like going to church so I had them drop me off at my house. I got home a lot earlier than I’d planed.
Well, when I went in the house and walked into the living room, my Dad was sitting on the couch with his pants around his ankles and he was watching some porn on the TV and playing with himself.

My Dad was about 34 I think. He’s 5’8’ or 5’9’, I guess he was about 170 pounds or so. A couple of my girlfriends think he’s cute; including my best friend Angel.

Anyway… I guess he was too preoccupied to hear me come in. I remember standing there at the bottom of the steps, watching. I couldn’t believe it… I mean… There it was,
‘’My Dad’s dick!’’
I’d never seen one before. I’d seen pictures on the Inter-Net and stuff. Some of my girlfriends had done stuff and shared the experience with me whenever we hung out, but that was the first time I’d ever SEEN one… …and it was my Dad’s. I remember my stomach dropped like a stone then filled with butterflies. ‘’Wow!’’ I thought. I thought it was the coolest thing ever.

I must-a made some kind of noise or something, {A gasp, a moan, an Oops, I might’ve even said, Holy shit, I don’t remember.} but my dad swung his head around and saw me standing there.
He sprang up off the couch grabbing for his pants. He pulled them up quick as he could. When he stood up I got a pretty good look at his dick sticking out in front of him. I stood there like a dope staring at him with my hand over my mouth. It was pretty darn big.
While he was buttoning up I glanced at the TV and saw some woman giving a guy a blowjob. My Dad fumbled red faced for the remote and turned the TV off.

‘’Umm, Sam… …you’re home kinda early… …I …um…I was…’’
I just looked at him. There was no doubt about what he was doing, it was pretty obvious, but he was struggling with an explanation anyway
‘’Uh…Well…There was…That is…I mean…’’
Flustered, he just gave up trying, ‘’Shit’’ he mumbled as he grabbed the porn movie from the VCR, hung his head, and headed for the stairs.

‘’Sorry.’’ He whispered just above his breath as he slipped past me, assumingly on his way to his room. He had to practically squeeze past me to get up the steps. I just stood there processing everything.
‘’It’s…It’s OK Dad.’’ I told him. I didn’t know what else to say. I mean, what do you say in a situation like that? What?---‘’Better luck next time.’’…’’You’ll get-em next time Tiger.’’.. ..’’Good try Buddy, good try.’’ and slap him on the ass as he goes by, ‘’Ya gave it a good run for the money.’’

I was wide-eyed and dumbfounded after he’d brushed past me. He’d looked like a Freshman that had just been told, in the last class of the day, that his fly was open.
‘’Wow…’’ I whispered after my Dad was safely out of ear shot. It made me feel like the time Billy Martin felt me up when we were in his basement. Billy turned out to be such an asshole. He went and told everybody that I let him do it.

I remembered thinking that I was a little sorry Dad had noticed me so quickly.
[Looking back on it, I can only shake my head. I was 16 and I was disappointed I didn’t get to watch my Dad jerk off.]

Now would be a good time to explain something:
It’s been just me and Dad since my mother left us when I was 7. I’ve asked my Dad why she left a number of times. He always gives me the same answer, “To be honest honey, I’m not totally sure myself.”
All I know is, except for a few birthday cards when I was younger, I haven’t heard shit from her. I just figured she didn’t love us. Cut and dry.

I’d seen my Dad go out on a handful of dates over the years but nothing serious. He did have a ‘Girlfriend’ that he saw for four or five months, when I was 11. But that ended kind of abruptly.
Sometimes at night I could hear them in my Dad’s room. She would make all these stupid noises. I hated thinking Dad was in there with her. I just hated it.

Dad never knew but I used to spy on them. I would sneak up to his bedroom door and peek through the small crack where the hinges were. I couldn’t see much, but I saw and heard enough to know what they were doing.
When they were downstairs in the living room, I spied from the top of the steps. I used to watch them kiss and stuff. A couple of nights, when they were on the couch and they thought I was sleeping, I actually saw Dad feeling her up and even putting his mouth on her titties.
I remember rubbing my own titties and wondering if they would get as big as hers. [They never did]

I’d even seen her put her hand down the front of dad’s pants and play with him.
I remember Dad leaning his head back and telling her how great it felt. One night I actually saw her kneeling down on the floor between his legs. Her head was moving up and down but her back was to me so I couldn’t see any more than that.
I was 11, but I wasn’t stupid. I was pretty sure I knew… Even at 11… what she was doing to my Dad. I may not have known the word for it, but I knew what she was doing. I thought it was kinda gross. That picture stuck in my head for a really long time.
I remember, I snuck back to my room, opened and then shut my door real loud and walked heavy footed down the hall and to the top of the steps. By the time I’d walked down the first few steps, I saw Dad and ‘’Barbara’’ sitting on opposite sides of the couch.

I remember clearly thinking that I didn’t like her kissing and touching and doing stuff to my Dad. She wasn’t part of OUR family. Daddy didn’t need her.
That was the first time I got it in my head that if Daddy really wanted someone to do stuff for him, then I should be the one doing it … not her.

I really didn't think there was anything wrong with that. I remember it making me feel kinda ‘Funny’ [Good funny. As a-matter-of-fact, I liked the way it made me feel}, but I didn't think it was something bad. I still don’t. I didn't know anything about incest or molesting back then. I just thought that if I were to do it, then he wouldn't need to spend so much time with HER . It seemed pretty simple.

‘’I’m thirsty.’’I told my Dad. Dad smiled an uneasy smile while his girlfriend just gave me a snotty look. I didn't like her one bit. I stared right back at her.
One night I heard her bitching at Dad about the fact that I was always around, interrupting them and giving her dirty looks. ‘’We can never do anything when she’s here.’’ she’d said to him in a tone that neither me OR my Dad cared for. That was the last time I saw her.
Sometimes I used to feel bad because I thought that if it wasn't for me, Dad probably would have found someone to be with.

From then on, when me and my Dad would lay on the couch together watching TV, I became very conscious of our bodies touching. Sometimes I’d think about the times I’d seen Barbara rubbing my dad’s dick or her kneeling on the floor in front of him and I’d think about maybe asking him if he might like me to do stuff like that for him, but I was never quite sure how to bring something like that up.
At 11, I knew very little about sex; almost nothing as a matter-of-fact. I knew I shouldn't let boys touch me ‘’Like that’’. Dad had told me that a hundred times, but for some reason it just didn't seem wrong to wanna touch him.
It’s kinda funny, I had never thought about my Dad touching me. It was always the other way around.

I became very ‘Aware’ around that time. I would sneak glances at the front of his pants a lot or accidentally brush up against him when I was getting up or moving around to get comfortable on the couch.
I wasn't a dope. I knew what was in his pants. That is to say; I knew
what guys had and what girls had. Or maybe a little more accurately would be, what guys had and girls didn't. But that’s all I really knew, I mean…I’d never seen one or anything. I really didn't think of it as bad or gross or anything like that. I just wanted to make my Dad happy, that’s all. I love him. And it looked like my Dad was pretty happy when his girlfriend had her hand in his pants.

Anyway…Me and Dad have made it just fine on our own. Back then he worked six days a week and every other Sunday and had a part-time job three nights a week as well. I kept the house straightened up and chipped in with the laundry and the cooking. We were a team and all and all…It worked pretty well for us.

Anyway, back to my story:
It was kinda quiet through dinner; very little eye contact. A few times he looked like he wanted to say something but never quite got it out. I figured he was still embarrassed. It took a lot of years before I could appreciate his predicament.

I cleared the table, did the dishes, then asked Dad if maybe he wanted to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie with me.
{I have to admit, when I mentioned cuddling on the couch, I pictured my Dad leaping up off that very couch, pulling his pants up.}

‘’Fist ‘Full of Dollars’ is on channel 20’’ I told him.
My intention was to try and show him that the episode that morning was forgotten, no big deal, it didn't bother me, but that wasn't really true. Well, it DIDN'T bother me but it was by-no-means forgotten.
‘’If ya want to, come get me. It stars at 7:00.’’ I told him before he had the chance to say no.

It was a few minutes before 7:00 when my Dad came up to my room. I was glad that he’d decided to take me up on my offer.
‘’Ready to watch Clint Eastwood shoot some bad guys?’’
He had a humbled but serious look on his face. Even at 16, it was easy enough to see that he was struggling.

‘’…I was hoping to have a word with you first. If you still want to after, well, sure. You can never see Eastwood kill enough bad guys.’’ He forced an uneasy smile.
I sat on my bed with my hands in my lap. Dad stood in the middle of the room. I wasn't sure what to expect. I was wondering if he was going to try and give me “The Sex Talk”, it was unlikely.

It was really strange. A couple of times while he was standing there in front of me, I got a mental picture of him standing in the living room with his pants down. I just couldn't seem to help it. I glanced at the front of his pants each time the picture popped in my head. I just did it without thinking. Each time I looked at the front of his pants, I felt kinda funny; a little embarrassed, but almost giddy at the same time. I wonder if I blushed.

My Dad tried as best he could to apologize for that morning.
‘’Dad, it’s OK.’’ I tried as best I could to assure him.
‘’It’s no big deal, I mean it. I mean, I heard. . . .Don’t all guys do that?’’ I told him, hoping that would somehow make him feel better.
Not this time…He looked a pretty shocked.
‘’I don’t know about ‘all guys’ and where do you hear stuff like that?’’ He asked, pushing his humility a side for a few seconds and getting back to being a father.

‘’You’re kidding right? I’m 16 Dad; almost 17!’’
‘’Last time I looked, 16 wasn't that old.’’
‘’Dad, it’s old enough to watch TV and get on the Inter-Net.’’
‘’Should I be concerned?’’
‘’Dad, There’s a whole world of information out there…’’
‘’Out where?’’
‘’Out there…’’ I waved my arms sporadically over my head. ‘’Everywhere! If anyone wants to know something the answer’s just floating around in the air. You can’t keep me sheltered forever.’’
“I know Sam. I wasn't shooting for forever, I was just hoping for just a few more years.’’

I rolled my big brown eyes.
‘’Look, I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry you had to… …well… …you know.’’ He fumbled around some more.

I’d never seen him like that; at a loss for words I mean. He usually said what he meant and meant what he said…without hesitation.

‘’You mean saw you? ‘’
He confirmed with a nod.
‘’Dad… It’s OK…‘’
I stopped for a second and thought about what I was gunna say next. I figured that I’d just say what I mean. I took a deep breath.
‘’Dad. . . . you’re a guy. You’re always at work or home here with me. As far as I know, you don’t meet women in motels and you never date. I don’t have a problem with it, I understand if you wanna do…that. ‘’ I nodded towards the front of his pants. ‘’For God’s sake, I’m almost 17. ‘’

His face got beat red. He shuffled his feet around nervously. I think I might have stared at the front of his pants a little longer when I nodded then I‘d meant to and he might have noticed.

Now masturbation was relatively new to me at that point in my life. I mean REAL masturbation. Now I’d been rubbing and touching myself for some time [Since sometime shortly after I’d seen my dad and that bitch] but Angel had turned me on to “real masturbating” as she called it…with “Stuff”.

Angel…On one of our sleepovers some months back… had told me that she’d been doing it, really doing it, since she was 12. She’d gone from her fingers to the handle of her hair brush and then moved onto things like bananas and small squash; very small squash. She’d told me she’d even used one of the candles off the fireplace mantel. She said she was gunna get a vibrator as soon as she could figure out how to get it and where she could hide it.

Angel was resourceful if nothing else.

She told me it was great and made it sound pretty awesome.
I kinda experimented the very next night before I went to sleep. I rubbed myself a little until I was pretty moist, then I began to work my middle finger in my little pee hole. I realized almost immediately that she was right. It was pretty great.
I was a virgin so I didn't get my finger in there very far before I was pushing up against my hymen. I wasn't sure what to do.

I furrowed my brow and cocked my head a little to one side like I was staring down that fat bitch Brenda….Brenda something, the beast of a girl in third grade that used to block the bathroom door when I really needed to get in there. To this day, I think she was 18 or 19 but got left back a lot.

Anyway, Angel had explained to me what I needed to do, but I was afraid to push hard enough to go through it. I pushed a little and rubbed the tip of my finger over it lightly, testing and probing but in the end, it was just feeling way too good to go and ruin it by braking my cherry. {That didn't come til a few weeks later}

Angel was right, it WAS awesome. I did it more and more until I got pretty good at it. I’d even done it a few times with a small banana. I did it almost every night before I went to sleep. I loved it. I’m surprised my Dad never walked in and caught me. I’m also kinda surprised he didn't ask me why I ate so many bananas.

‘’Jesus Sam…‘’ He was totally embarrassed again. ‘’We shouldn't even be talking about something like that. ‘’
‘’Well, why is that? ‘’
‘’It’s just not something you’re supposed to talk about and it’s certainly not something you’re supposed to see your father doing. ‘’
‘’Why? ‘’
‘’Why!?! Why what?‘’
‘’Well, why can’t we talk about it? I don’t see anything wrong with it. I don’t see what the big deal is. Is it bad or something? ‘’
“Well… …No… …It’s not. It’s just…”
“Well then, I don’t see anything wrong with talking about it. As a matter of fact, I don’t see what’s so wrong about walking in on you and ‘watching’ either”

I hadn't meant to say ‘’Watching ‘’.
‘’You were… ‘watching’? ‘’ Dad asked in a low, flat tone.
I didn't know what to say.
‘’Well…Yeah…Kinda. For a few seconds. ‘’ I admitted. ‘’What’s wrong with that? ‘’ I asked biting on my bottom lip.

We stared at each other for what seemed like a long time; him in shock and me just waiting nervously for an answer.
{I have to admit, I got kinda bold there.}

‘’You’re my daughter Sam…‘’ He finally said.
‘’You’re my ‘16-year-old’ daughter. ‘’
‘’I know. But I don’t see why that matters or what the big deal is. What should I have done, run away screaming, ‘Oh- ma- god! Oh- ma- god! Take me to therapy? ‘’
He didn't find my dramatics very amusing. He had no answer. He was visibly uncomfortable.

‘’Sam…‘’ He took a deep breath. ‘’…I just don’t feel comfortable talking about… …That…. ...With you. ‘’
‘’Well who should I talk to about stuff like that, Angel? Who’s gunna know what we talk about anyway Dad, or what we see or what we do for that matter? It’s just us Dad. ‘’ I reminded him with a little bit of attitude as I remember.

Dad looked dazed. He looked almost sad. I don’t think he liked being reminded my mother left us. My intention wasn't to make him feel bad. I was trying to show him that it was OK. I didn't care that I’d walked in on him. As a-matter-of-fact, it was just the opposite really. After all this time of thinking about him and his girlfriend and thinking about doing it for him and then actually seeing it, Well…I just couldn't seem to get it out of my mind.

‘’Dad? Can I tell you something without you getting all mad at me? ‘’
‘’Well yeah. I’d like to think you can tell me anything. ‘’
‘’Good…” I took a deep breath. “…What would you say if I told you that I do that sometimes too? ‘’

I wasn't sure if my Dad could take too much more of this.

“You do . . .What. . .sometimes?”
I could tell by his face that he wasn't looking forward to the answer.
‘’Touch myself…‘’ I told him sheepishly.
His mouth dropped open again.
‘’Sam! ‘’
He just stood there in front of me with this weird look on his face.
‘’Dad! ‘’ I mocked him trying to lighten the moment.
‘’Aren't you kinda young for that? ‘’ he eventually asked.
‘’Angel started doing it when she was 12. ‘’ I blurted out.
He asked me, “Why?” The question almost made me laugh.
“Why?… I guess for the same reason anybody does it.” I told him honestly. “It feels good.”

There was a long silence. I was afraid I’d said too much but it was nice to be able to finally talk about this stuff, so I kept going.
‘’There’s something else. ‘’ I told him after a few long seconds.
‘’Something else! You’re not having sex, are you Sam? ‘’
‘’No Dad. ‘’ This time I did laugh.
He waited nervously.
“It’s just that I thought walking in on you and seeing you doing it… …was kinda cool.”

He walked over to my desk, sat down in the chair and ran his fingers through his hair. I think it was probably a good thing the chair was so close by; he looked wobbly on his feet. I waited a few seconds before I continued.
“I mean, I felt a little funny at first but then, I thought it was. . . . cool.”
“Sam!” Dad got a little louder.
“You said you wouldn't get mad.”
“I’m….. I’m not mad… …I’m… …in shock. I don’t know why but I never really anticipated having a talk like this with you Honey.”
“I know, right?” I giggled.

Now Dad was pretty concerned about all this but I was somewhat happy to get the chance to finely talk about it.

“It’s just that…”
He sat there rubbing his brow waiting for me to finish while I figured out how to tell him.
“…Well, I've never really seen one before… … and this morning… … I got to!”
“You got to! What’s that mean, ‘You GOT to’?”
“I mean that I finally got to see one.”
Dad’s face went dark red. “You sound like you've wanted to. . .‘See One’. . .”
“What ? You don’t think I think about stuff like that, that I’m not curious about it?”

I could tell by the look on my Dad’s face that he was trying hard to process it all; trying to understand, not only what his 16 year-old daughter was saying to him, but why she was saying it.

“Does it bother you that I think about stuff like that, Daddy?”
He thought for a second then drug his fingers slowly over his face,
“Well yeah Sam, I mean, I don’t know, kinda, you’re 14. I have to admit, I’m more than a little concerned about you’re… …enthusiasm… …I guess. I suppose I’m kinda relieved you haven’t seen one… …Well …Until today that is.” He rolled his eyes. “Shit Sam, I had no idea. . .”
“What? No idea what?”
“That you… …Thought about stuff like that… That you were. . .”
“Growing up so fast?” I finished his sentence.

I told him I was glad I walked in on him and decided to tell him that ever since I’d seen his girlfriend with her hand in his pants that I was pretty curious about what was in there and how all that stuff worked.
Dad looked so lost at that point. He was past stunned and embarrassed I think. I think we were both a little surprised that the conversation had taken that kind of turn. I can’t tell you what possessed me to say what I said next.

“Dad…” I said real softly. “…Don’t freak out OK?”
“I think I might be past that already.”
“I guess we’ll see huh?”
We both shared a shaky smile.
“I've been kinda thinking about this for a while now. . . and then I saw you this morning…. I bet that if it wasn't for me you’d probably have a girlfriend by now, you know, someone to do that for you.”
“What would make you think something like that Sam? And just for the record, I don’t NEED anybody to do that for me.” “ Obviously.” He added with a frown and a shake of his head.

I told him how I’d spied on him and his girlfriend and how I thought he’d stopped seeing her because of me.
“All I’m saying is maybe…I don’t know…” I was losing momentum. I remember that I was having a hard time getting it out.
“Maybe what Sam?” Dad coaxed me along. I guess he figured, he was in to the waist…might as well jump the rest of the way in.
“Well, that if you wanted… …Maybe I could do it for you. I mean…”

He stared at me for so long, I thought he was going to blow up, send me away to Catholic school, drag me to counseling or therapy or something. I thought for a second that he’d stopped breathing. I sat there biting my fingernail, waiting for some kind of a response; hoping he wasn't gunna freak out on me….Or just die.

“No one would know.” I added in a low voice as if that might make it OK.
“Sam…” He finally said, barely above a whisper, like he was afraid someone might overhear how sensitive the conversation had become.
“You can’t. . . You shouldn't even be thinking of doing something like that; not at your age and especially not with me Sam.”
He really looked worried, but I’d gone that far.
“How come?” I asked bluntly, as if I’m asking why I can’t stay out a little past my curfew.
“How come?” Turmoil filled his eyes. “ Jesus Sam. You’re 16 and I’m your father…”
“So?” I whispered nervously. I was obviously just not understanding.
Looking back; I was a tenacious little bitch.

He looked like he might be on the verge of passing out. He took a second, took a deep breath, and as he shook his head side to side, he said,
“I just don’t understand.” His body language screamed and cried for a way out.
“Why would you even want to Sam…”
Without hesitation, I told him. “Cuz I love you and you don’t have anyone to do it for you. I thought you might like it. Besides…” I added, “I kinda wanna try it.”

I remember vividly how awkward he looked sitting in that chair looking at me. I wasn't sure which concerned him more; me wanting to do something like that at my age or wanting to do it to HIM. I sat on my bed waiting for some kind of response.

“Wow Sam…” He said, “I’m ah… I…Jeezzz. . .” He shook his head trying to get a handle on the moment. “I think I need a beer.” He says and starts to get out of the chair.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” I said softly.
He stopped, “Sorry? For what Honey?”
“I don’t know, bringing it up I guess, saying what I said. It’s just that I've thought about it for such a long time, that’s all. I just wanted to talk to someone about it.”
“You've got nothing to be sorry about Sam. Matter-of-fact, I’m the one that should be sorry. I should have been more…discreet.”
“That wouldn't have changed how I feel.” I told him softly.
“Maybe not. . .”

He looked so pale and fragile.
“Sam…” He whispered. “You can always talk to me.”
With that said, he forced a smile and left my room. I felt an overwhelming love for him as I watched him walk away, shoulders draw down, rubbing his temples with a heavy hand. I sat on my bed replaying everything in my head.

A little while later, I walked into the living room and found Dad sitting on the couch with three empty beer bottles on the coffee table in front of him and a forth in his hand. There was a baseball game on the TV but he didn’t look like he was really watching it.

“No Eastwood?”
“You can change it Honey.” He says as he holds up the remote without looking at me.
“You OK?” I asked him as I sat down at the other end of the couch.
He looked up, “No,Yeah, I’m fine. Yeah, I’m good. I’m just thinkings all.” He told me as he tipped his beer and swallowed.

“Are you mad?
“Mad? No!No Honey. I’m just a little…displaced…I think.”
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
“Yeah-No, it’s OK.”
He sipped his beer, sat there staring past the TV and then asked me if he could ask me a question.
“Considering everything…Yeah sure. I think that’d be OK” I told him.

I remember thinking how sweet he was. Most other fathers would have been yelling and beating by now, and he was asking my permission to ask me a question.

I was relieved he was still willing to talk to me.
Dad stared at his beer bottle for a few seconds, “How long have you been thinking about stuff like that?”
“Just doing stuff, or doing stuff to you?”
“Well…Both I guess.” He shook his head slowly.
“I don’t know, for a pretty long time I guess.”
“What brought all this on?” He asked bluntly.
“I don’t know. I guess it’s just that a lot of my girlfriends have done stuff and they make a pretty big deal out of it.”

I told him that they made it sound pretty awesome actually and that I just wanted to try it.
“They do stuff with their FATHERS?” He asked shocked.
“Well, no. . .” I smiled. “. . .Not their Dads, at least not that I know of.” I giggled. “I mean boys from school, except for Angel…” I told him. “…She told me she did that to some older guy for giving her a ride home from school once. She said it was pretty cool.”
“Did what?”
“You know…” I made an “O” with my hand and moved it up and down a few times. Dad dropped his head and shook it side to side.

“You’re kidding?”
“Just for giving her a ride?”
“Little Angel?”
“Dad, she’s 16.”
“Oh, right . . . . . 16. You guys talk about that kinda stuff a lot, do ya?” He asked softly.
“I listen mostly.” I told him.
“Wow. . .” He mumbled as he shook his head some more. It seemed that that’s all he’d been doing since this morning…Shaking his head I mean.
“So this is all about Peer Pressure?”
“No, not at all.”

I reminded him that I’d been thinking about stuff like that for quite some time.
I told Dad some of the things that Angel and I talked about and that Angel had admitted to me that she’d jerked-off six or seven different guys; one being a friend of her fathers. He nearly fell off the couch when I told him that.
Then I mentioned that Angel had told me if I wanted to try it for myself that she’d talk to her brother for me.
“She said that he’d probably love that.”
“Yeah, I bet he would.” Dad whispered under his breath.
He didn’t ask for details. He just sat and listened mostly shaking his head, rubbing his forehead, sipping his beer.

Looking back on it, I was really lucky I had a dad I could talk to, literally about anything.

I hesitated, wondering if I should tell him the rest of what she said then figured, ‘What the hell, I’ve gone this far.

“ Angel said that if I did it to her brother , she wanted to watch.”
“To watch?”
“You’re kidding?”
“I know. She’s crazy.” I told him. “Wanna know what else she said?” I asked, feeling much more comfortable with everything.
“Dear God!” Dad said sarcastically, “I’m not sure as I do.”
He held up one finger and finished off his beer. “Go-head.”

I remember the gesture made me smile. I felt good, more at ease, knowing that he was taking it so much better now. I’m sure the four beers had a lot to do with that.

Anyway, I told him what Angel said:
“She told me that if she let me give her brother one then I should let her give You one.”
“Give ME one what?” Dad’s head tilted down a little while his eyebrows went up.
“ A. . . . . .a hand-job Daddy.” I told him with a little smirk.
Dad’s eyes got big.
“You’re kidding?”
“No, really, that’s what she said. She has this ‘Thing’ for you.”

He turned his head and stared into the room. I’m not sure if he was figuring out a way to keep me away from Angel or picturing Angel giving him a hand job. I started to get a little worried. I was afraid I’d said too much. And I doubted if Angel would ever be allowed in my house again.

“Sam… …You shouldn’t be. . .” Dad started but I cut him off for fear he was gunna forbid me to ever see Angel again.
“Dad, would you be mad if I did that?”
“Did what Sam?”
“. . .To Angel’s brother?”
His eyebrows went up again and he looked me over like maybe there was some kind of defect, some malfunction.

“Are you serious?”
“I think I am.”
“Jeez Sam, I don’t think you should be doing that kind of stuff at all, to anybody…Especially to Angel’s brother. What’s he, 29?”
“He’s 17 Dad.”

Dad paused for a few seconds. His next words were more serious, more concerning.
“Listen Sam, if you were to do something like that with him, or any kid for that matter; everyone in school would know about it the next day. That’s just the way we are when we’re …17.”
“I know.” I told him.
“Is that what you want?”
“No. That’s kinda why I said what I said.”
“You lost me.”
“About. . . . . . You know. . .”
“I know what?”
“About doing it to you.” I shyly reminded him.

I thought I’d try to reason with him. I mean, I’d already come this far.
I tried to explain to him that If I did that with him then no one would ever know, so I wouldn’t get some kind of reputation and I wouldn’t be doing it to some guy just because I was curious and risk him trying to make me do stuff I wasn’t ready to do or didn’t want to do. I thought I had a pretty good argument. Dad looked a little surprised that I had thought it out so well.

He was handling it pretty good so far. He wasn’t freaking out and he didn’t seem mad. In hind-site, I’ sure the four beers he’d had made him a lot more receptive.
It wasn’t something I had indented to do {None of this was} but I scooted over close to my Dad before he could say anything.
He looked uneasy but he didn’t run away. I took that as a good sign and got a little bolder.

“Well. . .” I said softly. “What do ya think?”
“About what?”
“About me doing it . . . . . . to you.”
“… No one would find out Dad.”
“Sam, I just can’t let. . .”
“Just one time Dad… …Just to see what it’s like. Maybe then I wouldn’t think about it so much anymore.”

I looked up at him, right into his eyes with the same look that I gave him when I wanted to get a pair of jeans or an outfit that was way too expensive or I wanted to stay up late on a school night to finish watching a movie. He didn’t say anything.
“Well?” I tried to hurry a reply.
“Sam?” The word caught in his throat. There was a strange look in his eyes but I wasn’t sure what it meant.
“What?” I answered as I reached out kinda nervously and laid my hand on his thigh. I think he was finally freaked out. He scooted back a tiny bit, just out of my reach. I slid over closer and quietly rested my hand on his thigh again. He froze.

Normally I’m not very pushy. I guess that all this time thinking about this had gotten the best of me. We sat like that for a few long seconds. I couldn’t believe how bold I was. Finally Dad jumped up off the couch. I remember thinking that maybe I was in big trouble.
“You shouldn’t.” His voice was squeaky and unsure. I remember how disappointed I was.
He looked at me for a long time then told me that he had to go to the store real quick.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes Hun.”
“OK.” I muttered from the couch.
“You need anything?” He asked nervously as he hurried to the door.
“No Daddy, thanks.” And he was out the door just that fast.

I was flushed and a bit shocked as I thought about what I’d just done. I couldn’t believe…Still can’t… that I was that brash. At first, it seemed like he was gunna maybe let me and he didn’t seem mad when he left. I thought that I still had a chance to convince him to let me do what I’d been thinking about for such a long time.

When Dad got back from the store {He’d gotten a bunch of stuff that we didn’t need} It was almost 8:30. I asked him if he wanted to watch the last of the Clint Eastwood movie with me but he told me he was gunna hop in the shower.

That night when I went to bed, I played with myself and all I could think about was touching my Dad and what it would feel like in my hand and stuff. I fantasized about giving him a hand-job on the couch. It really got me excited. It never felt so good to slide my fingers into my coochie. __________________________________________

The next week or so was uneventful, although I found myself staring at Dad’s crotch a lot more than usual. A few times I even put my ear to his bedroom door wondering if he might be jerking off. I don’t know what I expected to hear.
All considered, Dad seemed to have loosened up quite a bit after a while. For the first few days after I’d almost attacked him on the couch, he’d get all tense whenever I jumped up on the couch to sit with him. But that seemed to go away after a while. And now instead of cutting his eyes at me with this concerned look when I’d say certain things, he was a lot more easygoing with it. Like when I told him that I’d seen Angel’s brother at school; instead of giving me that uneasy look, he asked me,
“How much did you see?”
I giggled, “Not all of him Daddy.”

I think alcohol had something to do with that. I’d noticed that Dad was drinking a little more than usual. Normally he’d have one or maybe two beers after dinner while we watched TV or maybe even six on a weekend watching a base ball game. Now he had a beer or two before dinner and three or four after. I think he was suppressing something.

I was getting bold and more daring as time went on. One Saturday morning I slipped into his bedroom without knocking, hoping to catch him doing something or to see something. He was still asleep. I wanted to climb up onto the bed and snuggle up with him but knew if I did that I’d end up trying to do something and I didn’t want to freak him out again.

I walked up to the edge of the bed. Dad was covered to the waist with only a sheet. He was on his side facing me. I wondered what he’d do if he woke up and I was trying to play with his dick.
Before long I was standing there fantasizing about giving my Dad a hand-job. I pictured it in my head, me moving my hand up and down. I really wanted to know what it would feel like.

Well---I got kinda excited and decided to go for it. I reached over him and slowly, gently, began to slide the thin sheet down past his waist. As soon as his boxers were exposed, I stopped. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck. I took one final look to make sure he was still asleep and then slowly reached for the front of his boxers. I stopped breathing. My hand was literally shaking. I know I should have been scared to death but I wasn’t…not really. I remember feeling all pins and needles and my stomach was all jittery but I felt kinda like I was opening a huge present on Christmas and I couldn’t wait to the wrapping paper off.

I touched the front of his boxers and then jerked my hand back real fast. I did that a few more times, each time leaving my hand there for a split second longer. After a minute or so, I softly laid my hand right down on the bulge in his shorts. I had no trouble feeling the shape of his dick through the thin material of his boxers. My stomach was rolling and I had a hard time swallowing. I thought I was gunna chew my lower lips off. I practically slammed my other hand against my mouth to stop me from knowing on my lips and to keep myself from giggling at the same time.

I had no Idea what to do so I just kept it like that; my hand on the front of his shorts, glancing every few seconds up at his face to make sure he was a sleep. Then I started to run my fingers along the front of his shorts. When I determined exactly how his dick was orientated, I slowly closed my fingers around its shape and squeezed lightly. I could feel how thick it was. I swallowed hard and my heart was beating pretty fast. Then I felt it move a tiny bit as I lightly squeezed it again. I was startled when I felt Dad move. Then he kinda moaned. I pulled my hand away and watched him turn over. I was afraid my playtime was over {Just as well, I thought miserably...Before I get caught anyways} but then Dad flopped over onto his back and appeared to settle back down. I stared at him but he seemed to still be asleep.

I remember thinking that maybe he was really awake. I figured that if he was, then he must be OK with all this. Seems more like wishful thinking now.
I let a minute go by wondering what I should do before I slowly, carefully, climbed on the bed and knelt next to him. I reached out and started to lightly pet the bulge in his boxers again, just barely touching the material with my fingertips. Little by little, I applied more pressure and I could feel his dick moving a tiny bit. That kinda scared me at first, but I guess it didn’t scare me enough to stop. I don’t think the smoke detectors going off would have stopped me. I believe I still would have tried to get into his boxers before the firemen got there. I was pretty revved up.

It was getting bigger in his shorts. I slid my fingers over it as I watched with fascination as the size and shape became more evident. I was in awe. I knelt there watching myself doing this as it continued to grow. I think I’d lost all concern about my Dad waking up.

I was mustering enough courage to reach into the fly of his boxers when I thought I heard Dad whisper something. Before I had a chance to react he called my name out loud and sat up real quick. I pulled my hand back but didn’t have time to do anything else. I was frozen there on my knees next to him. I was so embarrassed and scared. I wasn’t sure what to do.

Dad leaped out of bed before I could even move.
“Sam, what are doing?”
“I…I don’t know. I didn’t mean to do it, I just came in to see you and. . .
. . .I couldn’t help it.” I told him honestly.
“Well, you have to help it Sam. You have to.”

What Daddy didn’t realize was that he was standing next to his bed in nothing but his boxers and he had what I thought was a huge erection. I could plainly see the tip of his dick peeking out over the top of his waistband and it was pushing his underwear away from his belly a little bit as it tried to break the confines.

He saw me staring and looked down. He quickly covered it with his hands.
“Dad…Are you sure you don’t want me to?” I asked him softly with that ‘Please can I have it’ look. “cuz you look pretty excited.” I stated the obvious.
Dad stared at me. He really looked like he was thinking about it. It took him a couple seconds to start looking for a pair of pants. They were draped over his chair. He practically ran over there and put em on.

I swung around and sat on the edge of the bed; my legs hanging over the side.
I thought I was in big trouble. I couldn’t believe that it had come to that. I’m sure my Dad couldn’t either. I was now trying to touch my Dad’s dick while he was asleep. I thought for sure that he was going to suggest, at the very least, a psychiatrist.

“I’ll tell ya Sam, you’re tenacious, I’ll give you that.” My Dad told me as he zipped up his pants.
I just bit my lip and waited for him to scold me.
“What am I gunna do with you Sam? Are you trying to tell me that you want to do this so badly that you’re willing to. . .to pursue this even while I’m sleeping in my own bed?”

I didn’t know what to say. When he put it that way it made me feel like I was some kinda stalker or something.
“I’m sorry Daddy, I…I just wanted to see what it was like.”
“Sam. . .“ Dad stepped a little closer to the bed. “. . .Let me tell you something. I’ve given this a great deal of thought, as a matter of fact, it’s been hard not to, ya know what I mean?”

I just shook my head. I sure as hell knew what he meant.
“There’re some things you don’t understand. . .”
I sat back on the bed and crossed my legs. “Like what?” I asked, ready to be educated.
“Well … If I thought for one second that it would be just the one time, I’d be tempted…TEMPTED I said… to consider having a few beers, like maybe 30, and letting you go about it, but I’m sure that wouldn’t be the case. It just wouldn’t be that way Honey.”

“Yes it would.” I blurted out, every word drenched with hope and excitement, thinking that was my foot-in-the-door. All I could think about was that he was gunna let me. “I’ll just do it the one time…” I told him, fully meaning it at the time, “… and then… I wouldn’t have to wonder about it anymore, right?.”
“You don’t understand Honey.”
I watched Dad fidget around by his chair as he tried to figure out how to explain.

“That kind of stuff, sex I mean, it’s like opening Pandora’s Box Honey. It’s not something you can just do and undo. Now I realize that this is probably just the ‘Guy” prospective, but once you mess with it. . . .Well, it’s kinda like potato- chips” He tells me.
“Yeah, you can’t eat just one.”
“Are you saying I’ll want to do it again?”
“Well …Would that be so bad?”
“Sam, you just said it would be the one time. You haven’t even done it yet and you’re talking about doing it again.“

He was quiet for a few seconds. “Have you even considered my feelings about all this?”

He was right. I hadn’t. I was so immature that I figured he was like any other guy; he’d just want it and he’d like it. I never once figured how he might feel after.

“You know Sam, I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. . .”
“I know, that’s kinda why I thought you might like it.”
“That’s exactly right. It’s not a question of me liking it or not. Sweetheart, you’re a beautiful girl …I mean that … any boy would love to be with you. Any man, any man shy on moral footing that is, would love it, dream about it even, but that. . .”
“Have you ever?” I interrupted.
“Ever what?”
“Dreamed about it?”
“Sam, what I’m. . .”
“You have, haven’t you?”
“Sam, what I’m trying to tell you is… that doing something like that could lead to other things, then before you know it. . .”

He stopped talking when I got off the bed and walked up to him.
“Before I know it, what?” I asked as I stood right in front of him and waited for him to answer.
“Well, stuff happens. . .” He whispered nervously.
Then I went out on a limb…Another limb. It would seem I’d been climbing in this tree for quite some time.
“You’ve thought about me doing it, haven’t you?” I asked him with a small smile on my lips.

Looking back, I think that was the very moment that I knew I was going to get what I wanted.

He didn’t answer for a long time. When he finally looked me in the eye, he looked almost sad.
“To be honest with you Sam, since the first day you brought it up, I’ve thought about little else. I mean, how could I not think about it? I kept telling myself not to, but the fact is. . . .It’s hard not to think about. You’re growing up so fast and you’re really quite beautiful.”

I thought that was so sweet. I lunged at him, threw my arms around him, and hugged him.
“So can I do it?” I whispered up to him, hope lighting up my face, pleading in my eyes.
He pulled back a little and stared at me. He looked confused, conflicted, just plain lost.
“Come on Dad. No one will know.” I whispered and squeezed him a little tighter.

When he didn’t answer right away, I let one hand slide down to his hip and let the other slide down even further. We just stood there staring at each other. He didn’t say anything to stop me, so I just did it. I touched the front of his pants. When my fingertips actually touched the lump between us, and he didn’t stop me, I felt weak in the knees. “He’s not stopping me.” I thought. I wasn’t sure if I was going to faint, giggle or pee my pants.

“Oh my God!” I screamed in my head as a shiver ran up my spine and exploded in my head. I just couldn’t believe it.
I wasn’t sure what to do next but that didn’t stop me. I looked down and watched my fingers make small circles over the front of his pants. I looked up at him, “Just let me.” I told him and looked down at my hand again; still not believing what was happening, not even sure if I was awake or sleeping, or even breathing.

He stared down at me with this kinda scared, dazed look in his eyes. He was rigid, like a statue as we stood there so close together, me touching him, ever-so-lightly…but still touching him.
I know my mouth dropped open as I realized that I could actually feel it through his pants. I felt it move behind the thin material and I smiled up at Dad,
“It moved.” I whispered my delight.

I felt lightheaded when I realized that he wasn’t going to stop me. I was shivering, hot and cold at the same time, rubbing my lips together and scrapping my teeth over them. I could feel the heat coming off of my face. I could feel the outline of my Daddy’s dick and it felt like it was getting even bigger.

“Oh my God! I can feel it getting bigger.” I softly giggled as I looked up at him in disbelief. He looked nervous, very nervous. I was afraid he was gunna come to his senses at any moment and put a stop to it, but I kept doing it anyway.
“It’s OK, right?” I asked, hoping to hear the words but he couldn’t say anything. He just stood there and watched me. After a little bit, I could see and feel that I’d made it grow considerably. Just by running my fingers over it, I’d made him harder and I loved the feeling.

“Can I take it out?” I asked, looking up at him again with my big brown eyes. I wanted so badly to hear him say yes, to hear him say it was all right.
He swallowed hard. “Sam…” I could barely hear him. His voice was scratchy, hoarse.
“No one will know Daddy, I promise.” I assured him.

I looked back down and kept sliding my fingers over the bulge in his pants and squeezing it every once in a while. I could feel how long it was. The more I stood there in front of him, touching him, running my fingers over the shape of it, the more I needed to see it. My heart was pounding; literally pounding in my chest; my whole body was hot.

“Do you want me to?”
He just stood there, unwilling to encourage me but unable to stop me either.
I took it upon myself, “I wanna see it.” I whispered. “OK?”
“Sam? I… …Um…”

I didn’t really wait for him to finish before I started to undo his pants. My hands were shaking horribly. I was so nervous and so excited at the same time.
I heard him whisper my name but I didn’t acknowledge him. I was too focused on what I was doing; what I was about to do. I was pretty sure he wanted me to do this. I think that he was having a hard time admitting to both of us that he thought this was as exciting as I did. Crazy maybe. . . .But exciting.

I finally unbuttoned his slacks and slowly started to pull the zipper down. I saw the swelling in his boxers as his pants fell open. It looked bigger now that I had freed it from the boundaries of his slacks.
I know my eyes must’ve been huge as I anticipated what I was about to see up close. I was really gunna see it this time. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

I wasn’t exactly sure how it had come to this, but I knew unless he stopped me, after all the times that I’d thought about it; I was finally gunna touch my Dad’s dick.

I looked up into his eyes again, “OK?”
“I…I don’t know Sam. . . .I mean I guess. Are you sure… …You sure you want to do this?” He struggled with the words. I could tell that it was hard for him to give up, to give in, but but I quess I was just too excited and too selfish to care.

I bit my bottom lip and shook my head; tiny little shakes up and down as I stood in front of my Daddy holding on to his open pants.
I kept saying over and over in my head, “He said it’s OK. . . He said it’s OK. . . He said it’s OK. .”
He didn’t say anything else so I began pulling his pants down real slow, squatting in front of him as I pulled them down past his knees.
I looked up. I could plainly see the pinkish tip of his dick sticking out past his boxers again. It looked big to me, like a plum. I stood up and stared at it.
It was stretching the thin waistband of his boxers. I wanted to touch it so badly and there it was, but I was nervous, scared, unsure of what to do.

I slowly reached out with my finger and touched the very tip of it. It was like I was hit with a bolt of lightning. My mouth just hung open. “I’m touching it…I’m touching it…I’m touching it!!!” It was soft and hot to the touch. I twirled my fingertip around the tip; all over it, amazed, in awe.

For a second I thought about what the woman on the television had been doing to that guy when I’d caught Dad playing with himself. I wondered what it would be like, how it would feel to do something like that. What it would taste like, what it would feel like to put my lips on someone’s dick; my father’s dick. My whole body went numb and then hot with the idea.

Looking back now, it’s easy to see what was to come. I had barely even touched his dick and already I was thinking about giving him a blow-job.

I don’t know how long I stayed there doing that. I never took my eyes off it. I thought it was amazing how it stuck all the way up past his waist band; like it was trying to climb over and get out, a puppy in a cardboard box, jumping on the sides, begging for attention, just wanting to be picked up.

I cut my eyes up at Dad and smiled. “It’s really warm.” I whispered.
He still had that “Deer in the headlights” look.
I felt like it was all happening in slow motion. “Angel would flip out if I told her this.” I thought to myself. I shot a quick look up at Dad again. He was watching my finger.

I made a few more small circles around the head and then reached for the waistband of his boxers. Still, he was silent. He didn’t say a thing, he just stood there. I hooked my fingers in the waistband a few inches to either side of his dick and started to pull it. I pulled them out a little more and then slowly down.
“Holy shit!!!” I whispered.

To this day I’m not sure if I said it out loud or not.

“Sam?” Dad whispered roughly as I revealed more of his dick.
I thought he was going to finally stop me. I didn’t want him to. I remember saying in my head, “Don’t stop me! Don’t stop me! Not when I’m this close.” I kept pulling at his underwear.
“Sam?” He said again and pulled back from me a tiny bit. My fingertips were still in the waistband of his boxers as I looked up into Daddy’s eyes.

“You shouldn’t…”
“But Dad. . . . . .I really want to. Just this once” I promised with my eyes.
He didn’t say another word. Like before, I slowly squatted down as I tugged on his boxers. Every few seconds I glanced up at my Dad as I did it. Inch at a time I pulled them down.
Although I had nothing to compare it to, I remember thinking how thick it looked to me. I wondered how in the world it could ever fit inside a woman. My eyes were glued to it.

I chewed nervously on my lower lip as more and more of it came into view. I exposed his dick a little at a time until it fell free of his underwear and pointed straight out at me, only a foot or so from my face. It looked pretty big and long.
Dad automatically pulled back a little bit. I guess so he wouldn’t poke me in the face with it.
Except for the quick peek I’d got more than a week ago, I’d never seen a real dick before, and now here was one right in front of my face. I realized I’d forgotten how to breathe again. I sucked in a quick breath.

Oddly enough, I can remember that Angel kept popping up in my head. It bothered me that I wasn’t going to be able to tell my best friend about this.

I thought about the woman on TV again. I kinda wanted to see what it would be like to do that. I could have just leaned forward and put my lips on it, I mean it was right there, but I was afraid I’d freak my Dad out so much that he’d make me stop.
It seemed like it took a long time for me to finally stand up. I tilted my head up to my Dad as I rubbed the palms of my hands on my thighs nervously.

I was so excited and I wanted so badly for him to tell me what to do next.
Surprisingly, Dad answered me this time, “Ga-head.” he said almost under his breath.
Hearing him say that made my heart skip a beat…and then another one.

I was glad to see that he’d given in. I looked down at it as I stood there; studied it. I’d wanted to do this for such a long time and now I just stood there looking at it. It’s so thick I thought, with bluish-green veins snaking all around it. If dicks were people, his was Sylvester Stallone; built, shout and strong or maybe Robert De’Nero; intimidating and but in a cool way… A dick to be reckoned with.

“OK.” I reached for it slowly.
I couldn’t believe I was about to see what a real dick felt like. I couldn’t believe Dad was gunna finally let me do this to him. I had worn him down.

My fingers moved all over it. It felt smooth and soft but firm at the same time; like hot rubber over a firm banana. I liked it and I told my Dad so.
I noticed his legs were shaking.
“You OK?” I asked him.
He shook his head slowly but I could tell he wasn’t really sure.
“Do you want to sit down?”
He just shook his head again.

I suggested he sit on the bed. He scooted across the floor with his pants around his knees; little tiny steps. It made me laugh.
“Here.” I said to him, as I bent down to grab his pants and pull them the rest of the way down. He stepped out of them and sat down on his bed. I remember standing in front of him thinking, “Wow!”
“I can’t believe this is happening.” Dad whispered.
“I can’t believe you’re letting me.”
“Me either…”
He looked troubled again.
“I’m really glad you are though.” I told him. “I love you.”
I remember hoping that would make him feel a little better about what we were doing.
“I…I love you too Sam.”

I bent over a little, I could see that his dick was bouncing; throbbing a little with each beat of his heart. I could see that there was some stuff leaking out of the bright red tip.
“What’s that?” I asked looking down at his dick.
“Cum… …It’s called ‘Pre-cum.”
“Oh. . .” I told him.

Angel had told me more than once about the guys she’d given hand-jobs to. I knew that Dad would cum by the time I was finished. At least if I did it right he would. But I wasn’t sure how everything worked.
“It comes out when you’re excited.” Daddy explained.

The thought that my Dad was excited kinda gave me a rush. Well, I guess it was really the fact that I was getting him excited is what really gave me the rush.

I looked at him; we were almost eye to eye now.
“You OK?”
He just shook his head ‘yes’.
I ran my fingertip threw the clear liquid. It was slippery. I liked the way it felt. I kept doing it. I ran first one then two fingers back and forth over the little slit as Daddy’s dick throbbed freely. Dad just sat there and watched me.

“That OK?”
He shook his head again, so I kept doing it.
“It’s really slippery.”
Dad was slowly giving up.
“Spread it around the head.” He says quietly.
“Like this?” I circled my fingertip around the head of his dick some more.
I smiled my delight and shook my head a little in disbelief. I couldn’t help it. I kept expecting to wake up at any moment.

“What?” He asked concerned.
“I just can’t believe this. I’ve thought about doing this a lot. I’m just glad that you like it.” I stopped. “You DO like it… …Don’t you?” I asked him.
He raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
I went back to spreading Daddy’s pre-cum all around the tip of his dick.
“It keeps moving around.” I whispered.
“Hold it with your other hand while you do it”
“Oh, duhhh” I giggled.

I pinched it carefully with two fingers, like it might bite me or something.
“That OK?”
“You can put your whole hand around it.” He said with a light smile. I suppose he found my inexperience amusing. I kinda thought my naïveté would somehow comfort him.
I closed my hand around it and held it.
I remember my little fingers didn’t go all the way around.

“Oh wow…” It was like holding a cucumber, but a lot hotter. “Like this?”
“Yeah, like that.”
“It’s really stiff.”
“I know.”
“Big too…” I told him.

I stood there, bent over a little bit at the waist holding it with one hand as I smearing more of that pre-cum around with the other. More and more seeped out as I held it and the tip got redder and redder. I could feel Dad’s pulse. It felt like the darn thing just wanted to get up and go someplace.

Dad laid back propping himself up on his elbows and watched me. I liked that.
I took it upon myself to spread the pre-cum down the sides of his dick. I moved my other hand all the way down to the bottom until my hand rested in his pubic hair. That way I could smear it over most of his dick.
I can still remember how soft his pubic hair was.

My fingers were all slippery now. I slid them around all over my new toy for a long time, getting used to the feeling of having my Daddy’s dick in my hand. I was really liking it; especially when I heard my Dad moan. I’d heard him do that before, when I was spying on him and his old girlfriend. I knew he liked it, it felt good.
“That OK?” I asked every couple of minutes or so.
“Yeah Honey. It feels really good.”

I remember being pretty pleased with myself and Dad seemed to really like what I was doing to him. I felt so…grown-up. I noticed that I was warm between my legs too and kinda surprised when the thought of playing with myself, popped into my head.

Dad’s reluctance…His moral footing…was slowly crumbling. H’d started to direct me now.
“Now, the hand you’re holding it with…Move it up and down.”
“Angel tried to described how to do this, what it would be like.” I told him as I slid my hand to the middle of his dick and started to move it up and down real slow.
“But this is way better then she described.”
“Angel huh?”
“You can squeeze it a little harder…”
“…Yeah, like that.”

Daddy watched me as I started to give him a hand job. I did it real slow and easy at first. I liked touching it and looking at it and watching my hand go up and down on it. I liked everything about it.
When I glanced at my Dad again, his head had fallen back, and his eyes were closed. I took the opportunity to bring my slippery finger tips to my nose and quickly sniffed them.

Don’t ask ‘Why’. I just wanted to see what it smelled like. I had remembered when Angel told me about the guy she jerked off for giving her a ride, she told me when he came, he came all over her hand, and that she could still smell it on her fingers when she got home.
In hindsight, I think that I really wanted to taste it but was afraid to at that point.

He was very slippery; pre-cum seemed to pour out of that little slit. My hand slid loosely, easily up and down on it.
“A little tighter…” Dad whispered.
I tightened my grip a little. I had a hold of it pretty good. I remember being afraid I might hurt him.
“How’s that?”
“That’s great Sweetie…”
“I’m gunna kneel down, OK Daddy?”
Dad sat up on his hands, “Kneel down?” He asked kinda nervously.
“Yeah…So I don’t have to bend over.” I told him.

I didn’t realize his concern at that moment. I just wanted to kneel down. It wasn’t until sometime later that I realized what was going through his head.

“Oh, OK.”
Dad spread his legs a little more and I slipped right in between them without stopping what I was doing to him.
“That’s nice.” He says. “Now I can see your face better while you do it.” He added with a little smile.
I stopped moving my hand for a second,
“See my face?”
“Yeah…I get to look at your pretty face AND your hands while you do it. That makes it a lot better.”

He explained to me how it was just somehow better having a pretty face to look at, how for him, it was a visual thing too.
I felt myself blush. He made me feel really good. He always did.

I smiled at him and started to move my hand up and down again.
“Do you like it?” I whispered.
“Me too.”

After a few minutes Dad asked me if I knew what was going to happen if I kept doing it.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’re gunna make me cum if you keep doing this. You know that, right?”

I wasn’t 100% sure of what he was getting at. I mean, Angel had told me what happened when you jerk a guy off but I didn’t really KNOW what happened. I knew stuff came out and that was about it.

“Do you know what that means?”
“Not really.” I said naively. I kept pumping my hand up and down while he told me.
“When I cum, my sperm will start coming out of the tip of my…my…”
I giggled a little. “Out of here?” I touched the tip of his dick with my other finger and twirled it around the newly formed droplets of pre-cum that had oozed out.

I knew from the stories that Angel had told me, that a lot of cum would come out and then we would be finished.
“Then we’re done?” I droned. It was hard to conceal the fact that I didn’t want it to be over.
“Not necessarily.”
“Good.” I said happily.
“When that starts to happen, when the cum starts coming out, don’t stop, OK?” He says. “Just keep moving your hand up and down until it stops coming out.”
I looked at my hand, “OK. I won’t stop.”

I switched hands. I could see his balls clearly now that he’d spread his legs more. I watched them bounce around while I gave my Dad my first hand job.

“It feels good Sam.”
“I like doing this.”
“To be honest with you sweetie, I have to admit, I like it pretty much too.”
“So I can do it again then, right?” I asked with a big smile as I watched my hand on him. He didn’t say anything.
“More stuff is coming out.”
“I know.”
“That means I’m doing it good. . . right?”
“A- huh.”
“Tighten your hand around it a little more Sam.”
“How’s that?”
He shook his head with quick little shakes. “Yeah, yeah that’s good.”

I knelt there, in silence between his legs for a while giving him a hand job. We were both just watching my hand.
Dad started to move his butt around on the bed a little and groan.
“Is it OK?”
“Um-huh… …It’s starting to feel really good…” He says. “…Do it a little faster Babe.”

He’d never called me Babe before. I liked it. I pumped my hand faster. He really seemed to like that a lot. I was glad, I wanted badly to please him. I knew the more he liked it…the better my chances were he’d let me do it again.

“Am I gunna make you cum?” I had a little smirk on my lips. I didn’t look away from his dick as I asked. I was afraid I’d miss something.
He shook his head ‘Yes’, “Don’t. . . . don’t stop Honey. . .Don’t stop!”
I promised him I wouldn’t stop until he told me to.
“Oh Jesus Sam.”
I slowed down a little
I thought something was wrong.
“Don’t stop Baby! Faster!”
I resumed stroking his dick faster, “Are you gunna cum?”
I felt Dad squirming around. He spread his legs wider and threw his head back.
“Oh my God!” he moaned. “You’re gunna make me cum… a lot!” He warned me.

I was just too inexperienced then to understand what he was warning me about. I pointed his dick straight up towards the ceiling and kept pumping it. I had no idea what A LOT was.
I knew what it felt like sometimes when I played with my pussy; like I was gunna pee the bed and I figured that was the way he was feeling right then. I really liked making him feel like that. I liked the fact that he had someone to do this for him now. I loved that it was me. It seemed to me that it was a good deal all the way around.

“Faster Baby.”
“ That’s it, just like that. I’m gunna cum. You’re making me cum Sam!”

It sounded awesome hearing my Dad say that and I could feel his dick actually getting thicker too. My eyes were big and my mouth hung open as I watched in awe as my hand moved, up/ down/ up/ down/up/down pretty fast.
I heard my Dad tell me not to stop again. I had no intentions of stopping. I noticed he was holding tight onto the edge of the bed...

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” he groaned, then a long thick string of cum shot straight up out of his dick into the air. And I mean shot out! I heard Dad gasp and I heard myself whisper with delight and amazement, “Oh my god, I’m doing it Daddy!”
It went up in the air and landed right on my wrist. It was really warm and thick. I didn’t stop. Another line shot out and then another as Dad laid there with his legs wide open; watching me jerk him off. One landed on Dad’s thigh. More shot out and I felt it land in my hair and drip down onto my forehead as I knelt there. I still didn’t stop. I was pumping it pretty fast. I could feel the stuff coming right up through his dick past my fingers and then shoot out with every other stroke or so.

“Oh my God!” I kept saying.
“That’s it Sam, that’s it! Don’t stop Honey!”
“I won’t…I won’t stop……There’s so much.”

More shot out and I felt it hit my neck, just above my pajamas. I still didn’t stop. It was getting everywhere but I just kept doing it to him. I bit my lip. My eyes were as big as golf balls as I took it all in.
Angel was right about two things; Cum had a very strong odor and doing this was so awesome.

It’s really hard to describe the feeling as I knelt there pumping my Dad’s dick and watching his cum shoot out all over the place. A lot of different feelings were going through me but I can say one thing for sure. I was hooked. I really loved doing it and I knew I wanted to do it some more. A lot more.

A few smaller spurts came out and ran down over my fingers and into his pubic hair.
“Slow down, slow down Sam!”
“That’s it, that’s good.”
“That’s a lot of stuff…A lot of cum.” I giggled.

I just watched my hand sliding up and down over his dick; a lot slower now, gliding up and down through the mess I’d made. It was making this squishy sound. It felt a little different now too. {His dick.}
“It’s not as hard now.”
“I know, because you made me cum so much.”
“Does that mean I have to stop?”
“I guess that means we’re done, but you don’t have to stop, I guess…Not yet…Not if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t want to.” I whispered and smiled thankfully.

I kept moving my hand up and down, slower than before. I slide my hand all over my Dad’s dick. I rubbed and spread his cum around. The feeling was amazing and watching my own hands…Well…I can’t describe the feeling.

I loved the feel of it and the way it smelled too. I remember thinking, it looked kinda like Tapioca pudding.

I felt my Daddy’s dick get even softer. I was fascinated with the whole thing; the whole process. Soon, it was really soft, flaccid. It kinda flopped over the top of my hand a little when my fingers slid all the way down to the bottom. I thought that was {Of all things} cute. It was smaller now but it still looked and felt pretty big in my small hand.
“Is that it?” I asked disappointingly.
“I think so.”

I stayed there, kneeling between his legs for a little while longer. Eventually, I let his dick slip out of my hand and flop down between his legs; cum dripped off the tip as it hung pointing down towards the carpet. I traced my fingers over it lightly, along its length and back up again, studying it as it laid there resting on his balls.

I was fascinated by it; everything about it. I still had cum dripping off my fingers and already I wanted to do it again.
I remember I imagined what it would be like to put it in my mouth right then; what it would taste like and feel like.
I’d heard of girls giving guys blowjobs and letting them cum in their mouths. Evidently that was a pretty big deal; even bigger when the girl swallowed it. I’d always wondered what they were swallowing. Now I knew. I looked at all the cum and wondered how anyone could swallow all of that. I wondered if my Dad would want me to do something like that.

I can still remember the way my pussy felt. It was really hot and had gotten pretty moist from doing all this. I remember vividly, that was the first time I’d thought about playing with myself in the middle of the day. Normally I waited for the comfort and privacy of my own bed before I went to sleep. But that day, I figured that when I went into the bathroom to clean up. . . . . .I’d play with myself right then and there.

That thought got me to thinking…wondering…what it would feel like with something as big as my Dad’s dick instead of my finger. I looked at it hanging there between his legs. I wondered if something like that could even fit in my little pussy.
I certainly didn’t think it would fit inside my little pussy when it was hard.

I remember imagining what that would be like as I scrutinize Dad’s soft pale dick.

Dad’s voice pulled me back to reality.
“I can’t believe this happened.” Dad sounded kinda sorry now.
“I know. Me either.”
I was still as happy as I was when I started this whole thing.
I reluctantly stood up. I wiped the cum off my forehead with my forearm. My fingers and hands were all wet and slippery with the stuff.
Dad didn’t sound as happy about it as I was.
I asked him if he was sorry he let me.

“Well, Nnnnnno, not exactly… …but that doesn’t change the fact that we shouldn’t be doing it.”
“Are you saying you don’t want me to do this again?”
“It’s not a matter of me WANTING you to do it again. Believe me, it was amazing. I would have never imagined… …I would have never thought it could be like that… …It was just amazing Sam.”

Dad looked at me standing in front of him in my pajamas; traces of cum on my forehead and in my hair. He reached over with his hand, I actually thought he was gunna touch my boob. I sucked a breath in hard and held it. It was alright with me if he wanted to touch my tits.
I watched him gently scoop up a big glob of his cum off my neck.

“I got it all over you.” He says almost like he was apologizing for it.

I remember that when he said that, my whole body flushed and quivered. I guess I really liked hearing him say that. I had my Dad’s cum on me and I guess I was pretty excited about it. “Angel would flip out if she could see me now.” I thought.

He looked at the cum everywhere and quietly covered his privates with his hands. He looked down at my feet and shook his head slowly, remorsefully. He had looked and sounded like he’d really liked it but now it seemed like he was sorry or maybe even ashamed that he had.
“It’s just that… …It’s so wrong.”He finally said softly.
“So we shouldn’t have done it…We shouldn’t do it again Sam.”
“But I really liked doing it.”
“Yeah, I know. I liked it too Honey. Ya see? That’s part of the problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s like I said, if we get comfortable with this…Who knows what might happen.”

I understood what he meant. I had given him one hand job and already I had thought about putting it in my mouth, swallowing cum and what it would feel like inside me.
“No one has to know except us.” I said softly.
Dad looked up at me, “Why don’t you get cleaned up and get dressed, and I’ll take you out for some brunch, K?”
I looked at my messy hands and smiled, “OK.”
I turned around quickly and headed for the bathroom.

Anonymous readerReport

2016-10-30 23:16:59
A great believable incest story. He couldn't resist her. Loved it!

Anonymous readerReport

2016-09-25 12:48:48
please write another one or three to this one. you are a great writer!

Anonymous readerReport

2016-09-20 03:23:00
please write a second part!

Anonymous readerReport

2016-09-20 03:19:55
I would have stay hard and come second time.

Anonymous readerReport

2016-08-12 22:41:04
cant wait forthe part 2!!!

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