It was summer 2006 and I was away from college and staying back with mum and dad. I climbed out my bed in my short nightie and getting get changed right away I wanted a lazy weekend. I went to go to the toilet as I approached it was open slightly and heard panting. Wtf is that noise, as I looked through the gap… it was dad standing over the toilet really tugging on his cock.
My heart hammered against my ribs. I froze, every muscle in my body tense. The panting continued, ragged and desperate. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, a mixture of disgust and morbid fascination holding me captive. I knew I should leave, that I shouldn’t be witnessing this, but my feet felt rooted to the spot.
He was facing away from me, his back to the door, so he couldn’t see me. His movements were frantic, jerky. I felt a wave of nausea rise in my throat. This was my dad, the man who always seemed so reserved, so proper. Seeing him like this felt like a violation, a shattering of the image I held of him. I found my self rubbing my crotch through my nightie.
“Unnnghh, fuck… I need pussy,” he grunted as his hand went faster. “Damn Alison, why don’t you… give me sex anymore.”
Alison was my mum, I knew they were on a rocky path but I didn’t realise it was this bad. He grunted hard one last time and cumshot hard against the back of the toilet seat what was up.
I retreated to my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I leaned against it, my body shaking uncontrollably. What had I just seen? What did it mean? My dad, masturbating, complaining about my mum not giving him sex… it felt like my entire world had tilted on its axis.
The rubbing through my nightie had left my clit throbbing. I looked in my mirror seeing my messy blonde long hair. I was inspecting my body like my tits, beautiful cleavage. May I should help dad, I feel sorry for him. Mum as bingo tonight about 10pm with the girls. May I should dress slutty and see if he looks at me in any other way.
Later that evening as soon as mum left I had a hot shower and looked for revealing clothing. One that would show my legs and also a lot of cleavage.
I rummaged through my closet and finally found the perfect outfit: a short denim skirt and a low-cut top that accentuated my ample cleavage. I paired it with a pair of high heels that made my legs look long and toned. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. I had never deliberately tried to seduce my dad before, and I wasn’t sure how he would react. I also didn’t out bra and knickers on.
As I made my way downstairs, I could hear the sound of the TV coming from the living room. I took a deep breath and walked in, trying to act casual. My dad was sitting on the couch, wearing his usual slacks and button-down shirt. He looked up as I entered, and his eyes widened when he saw what I was wearing.
“Wow, uh, hey there, Emily,” he stammered, looking slightly flustered. “You look, uh, different.”
I feigned innocence, batting my eyelashes. “Different good, or different bad, Dad?” I purred, deliberately drawing out the word ‘Dad’ to have a suggestive sound. I walked towards the kitchen, swivelling my hips a little more than usual, making sure he had a full view of my exposed legs. “Just heading to the kitchen for a drink. Can I get you anything?”
He cleared his throat, his eyes darting nervously between my face and my chest. “Uh, no, I’m alright. Just… staying in, tonight?”
“Yep,” I chirped, popping the ‘p’. “Mum’s at bingo, so it’s just you and me. Fancy a movie?” I knew he liked action films, something Mum never had any interest in. Maybe I could cuddle up next to him on the couch…
As I reached for a glass, I turned slightly and leaned against the counter, giving him another clear view of my cleavage. “So, how was your day, Dad?” I asked casually, as if I hadn’t seen him earlier, wrestling with himself in the bathroom.
He shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “It was… fine. Just work stuff. You know.”
I took a sip of my water, holding his gaze. “Mum seemed a little down when she left. Everything okay between you two?” I knew I was treading dangerous ground, but the need to know, the desire to see his reaction, was overwhelming.
He sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. “It’s… complicated, Emily. Your mother and I… we’ve been having some difficulties lately.”
“Difficulties?” I pressed, pretending to be genuinely concerned. “Like what kind of difficulties?”
He hesitated, looking away and I noticed the hard on. “Just… we’re not as close as we used to be. We don’t… connect the way we used to.”
I accidentally on purpose knocked the remote off the couch, “oops sorry dad.” I got up and bent over right in front of him to pick up. Knowing I had no knickers on and in a short skirt.
His breath hitched as he watched me bend over, the denim skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of my exposed backside and rear view of my clean shaven pussy.
He swallowed hard, his face flushed. “Emily, please…” he managed to choke out, his voice strained.
I straightened up slowly, a mischievous glint in my eyes. I had to do this subtly. “Please what, I was picking the remote up.”
“Please… be careful,” he finished lamely, his eyes glued to my legs. “You’ll catch a cold dressed like that.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. He was trying to maintain his composure, to be the concerned father, but I could see the desire simmering beneath the surface. I sat back down next to him his hand hiding his crotch.
“A cold?” I said, chuckling softly. “I’m not cold, Dad. Are you?” I reached over and placed my hand on his forehead, lingering just a little longer than necessary, letting my fingers brush against his hair. “You seem a little flushed.”
He jumped slightly at my touch, his eyes widening. “I’m fine,” he insisted, pulling away. “Just… maybe we should watch that movie now.” He fumbled for the remote, his hands trembling slightly as he turned on the television.
I leaned back against the couch, trying to appear nonchalant, but my heart was racing. I had definitely gotten his attention. The question was, what was I going to do with it? Did I really want to go through with this? The idea of crossing that line, of betraying my mother in such a profound way, made me feel a little sick. But there was also a part of me, a dark, rebellious part, that was thrilled by the danger, by the taboo.
As the movie started, I edged closer to him on the couch, letting my leg brush against his. He didn’t move away. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in his muscles. He was definitely aware of me.
The movie played, a loud action flick filled with explosions and gunfire, but neither of us seemed to be paying much attention. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension. I could feel his gaze on me, stealing glances when he thought I wasn’t looking.
After about thirty minutes, I yawned dramatically, stretching my arms above my head, subtly lifting my top even higher. “This movie’s kind of boring,” I said, feigning boredom. “I’m going to get a blanket, it’s starting to get cold.”
I stood up, using the opportunity to saunter towards the hallway, giving him another full view of my barely-covered backside. I returned with a soft, fluffy blanket and draped it over both of us.
“Better,” I said, snuggling closer to him. “So much cosier.”
I made sure the blanket was positioned in such a way that our legs were pressed tightly together. He didn’t pull away, and I could feel the heat of his thigh against mine. He was stiff, like a coiled spring.
The movie continued to play, a meaningless backdrop to the game we were playing. I decided to escalate.
“Dad?” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the movie’s soundtrack.
“Yeah?” he replied, his voice hoarse. He still wasn’t looking at me, his eyes fixed on the screen.
“I’ve been feeling kind of stressed lately,” I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. “College is tough, and… well, you know.”
“Stressed?” he repeated, his voice tight. “How so?”
“Oh, you know,” I said, being purposely vague. “Just… overwhelmed. I wish I had someone to talk to, someone who understood.” I waited for him to take the bait.
He hesitated, then slowly reached out and placed his hand on my arm. His touch was tentative, hesitant. “You can talk to me, Emily,” he said softly. “You know that, right? I’m always here for you.”
“I know,” I murmured, tilting my head back to look into his eyes. “But sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes I feel like… like no one really understands what I’m going through.” I batted my eyelashes again, channeling my inner femme fatale.
He took a deep breath, his gaze locking with mine. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire and his sense of right and wrong. Desire was winning. “What is it, Emily?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
I let my gaze drift down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. “Sometimes,” I said, my voice husky, “I just need a hug.”
I leaned in and wrapped my arms around him, pressing myself against his chest. I could feel his heart pounding against my ribs. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly, reluctantly, wrapped his arms around me in return.
The hug lingered, longer than it should have. I could feel the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms. I let my hand drift down his back, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.
“Thanks, Dad,” I whispered, pulling away slightly. “I needed that.”
I leaned back against the couch, leaving enough space between us to tease him without being overtly suggestive. The silence was thick and heavy, punctuated only by the sounds of the movie.
He cleared his throat, his eyes darting nervously around the room. “So,” he said, his voice strained. “What do you want to do after this?”
I shrugged, feigning indifference and secretly playing with the edge of the blanket. “I don’t know. What would you like me to do. Sucks that I am not at Jamie’s tonight I am so horny.”
He looked nervous, “I… I can go drop you off if you… like.”
“No way, Jamie is too busy, I can’t impose. I just need something to…take the edge off,” I said, letting the words hang in the air. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, gauging his reaction. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white where he gripped the armrest.
The tension was palpable. I knew I was pushing him, testing his limits. The thrill of the game was intoxicating, but a sliver of doubt still lingered in the back of my mind. Was this really what I wanted?
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I… can help with that honey, god knows I am so pent up.”
I smirked and went under the blanket and got this cock out. I put my mouth around the throbbing head. “That… that feels good ahh Em..”
I continued to work my mouth, enjoying the taste of him, the way he felt throbbing in my mouth. He was moaning softly, his hands tangled in my hair. He never knew I could do this.
I had him right where I wanted him. The taste of him, the power in my hands, was intoxicating. It had started as a desperate act, a misguided attempt to fill a void I wasn’t even sure existed. But now, it was something else entirely. Control. Dominance. A twisted sense of intimacy.
He bucked slightly, his moans growing louder. “Emily… oh, God, Emily…”
After a long hard sucking I straddled him as I hovered over his cock as I fed it into my pussy as I sat down slowly.
He groaned as I took him deep inside me, his hands gripping my hips. I began to grind against him, relishing the sensation, the friction, the power I held over him.
“Ahh… Emily… fuck,” he groaned, his eyes closed, his head thrown back against the couch.
I continued to move, faster now, harder, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. The guilt, the doubt, the confusion, all seemed to melt away in the heat of the moment. There was only this, this raw, primal connection, this forbidden pleasure. His was so huge his balls slapped against my rear.
“Dad… oh, Dad…” I moaned, my voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. “You feel so good…”
He opened his eyes, his gaze intense, almost desperate as they locked on mine. “You feel so good, too, Emily.”
The room swam around me, the sounds of the movie fading into the background. There was only him, only me, only this moment. I rode him hard, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He could not stop me now, nor did he want to.
He was close now, I could feel it, hear it in his ragged breaths. I pushed myself harder, faster, until the pleasure became almost unbearable.
“Emily, I’m going to…” he gasped, his body tensing as he held my hips tighter as my ass slapped against his thighs as he pumped me up and down faster.
“Yes…yes…cum for me dad…”I moaned loudly as I felt his hot seed pumping deep inside me as I continued to grind against him. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he filled me with his cum. I collapsed against his chest, panting heavily.
“Wow…that was intense.” I said, looking up at him with a satisfied smile. “Did you like that, Dad?” I asked teasingly, still sitting on his lap with his softening cock inside me.
“Honey that felt so good,” he said as I climbed off of him and his cock just fell out limp.
He looked a bit dazed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. I could see the mix of pleasure and guilt in his eyes. We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of what we’d just done hanging heavily in the air.
“I should get cleaned up,” I said finally, standing up and making my way to the bathroom. As I walked, I could feel his gaze on me, burning into my skin.
I took a long, hot shower, washing away the evidence of our transgression. As I towelled off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my cheeks flushed, my eyes bright with a strange, exhilarating energy. What had I just done?
When I returned to the living room, Dad was sitting on the couch, looking lost in thought. I perched beside him, close enough that our thighs touched. “I never meant for that to happen,” he said quietly, not meeting my eyes.
I turned to face him, my expression softening. “I know, Dad. It just… felt right, in the moment.” I reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We both needed it, didn’t we?”
He nodded slowly, his gaze finally meeting mine. “Yes. But we can’t let it happen again. It’s not right.” I understood his words, but the memory of what we’d shared lingered, a forbidden spark that refused to be extinguished.
“I know,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to take the edge off for you. I hope it helped.”
Dad nodded, still holding my hand. “It did, more than you know. But we need to be careful, Emily. This can’t become a habit.” I squeezed his hand reassuringly.
“I know, Dad. It was just a one-time thing. A mistake, really. I promise it won’t happen again.” But even as I said the words, a part of me wondered if I was telling the truth. The thrill of our secret, the forbidden nature of our encounter, it was intoxicating.
He sighed, rubbing his temples. “I just hope your mother doesn’t find out about this. It would destroy her trust in me.” I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. Mum deserved better than to be cheated on, even if it was by her own daughter.
“She won’t, Dad. Your secret’s safe with me.” We sat in silence for a moment, the tension between us palpable. Finally, I stood up, breaking the spell.