Camping with a Tensed Daddy

I’m Claire, and I just turned 18. Today, I’m taking my dad on a camping trip. He’s been really stressed lately because things with Mom aren’t great. He needs a break, and some fresh air, and I think camping is perfect for that.

I put on my black blouse and short skirt, even though a few buttons were missing from my blouse which showed off my cleavage. I was getting ready for our trip, I couldn’t help but feel a bit excited. Dad always says I look beautiful in this outfit, and it makes me happy to see him smile. He’s 51 now, but he’s still strong and kind, the best dad anyone could ask for.

We drive to the campsite, chatting about little things, avoiding the big, heavy topic of Mom. The sky is clear, the air fresh, and I can see Dad beginning to relax. Setting up the tent is a bit of a struggle, but we laugh it off. It’s nice to see Dad laughing.

As the evening settles in, we light a campfire. The warm glow feels comforting. Dad and I sit close, roasting marshmallows. Then, out of nowhere, he starts to cry. It’s quiet at first, but soon, he’s sobbing. I’ve never seen him like this.

He talks to me about Mom and how their relationship has worsened. It’s been clear for years that Mom doesn’t want to have an intimate relationship with him. Even though he is married, he talks of feeling lonely, and his voice breaks. It’s devastating.

I wrapped my arm around him so he could rest on me. “Dad, it’s okay to feel this way,” I respond. “You’re not by yourself. I’m always here for you.”

We converse under the skies for hours. Dad opens out to me, and I listen and offer consolation. Although it’s a difficult task, it feels like we’re dismantling barriers that have stood for far too long.

Dad seems a little lighter by the time we go to bed, as though something has been taken off his shoulders. I understand that the purpose of this break is healing and finding solace in one another, not just escaping from stress. We both dressed for bed and when I put on my nightgown, I was surprised by how short it was.

I silently swear to be there for my dad no matter what as I fall asleep and allow him to cuddle up to me. It’s my turn to support him now that he has always supported me.

The only sound I heard when I woke up during the early hours of the morning was heavy breathing beside me. I turned to face him and said, “Dad, what are you doing? Oh, I’m sorry.” I had just caught him stroking his cock omg. I turned around, pretending to go back to sleep.

He said, “I… am truly sorry, am so embarrassed, I was feeling somewhat uncomfortable it has been quite a while since I’ve had any form of relief”.

I felt sad for him, but it was strange that he was wanking off so close to his daughter, ME. At the same moment, I began to notice dampness forming between my legs for no apparent reason. I couldn’t possibly be turned on by my DAD jerking off, could I? What is wrong with my body?

My heart pounded as I said to him, “Dad, listen you don’t have to stop, I mean you know, if you have to do it, then do it.” I turned around to face him, and I could barely see him out in the dim lighting of the tent with the moonlight coming through.

“Sweetie, I can’t, and I shouldn’t have done it right here next to you.” It’s wrong, and I just assumed you were fast asleep and wouldn’t hear me. I apologize.” He remarked this as he tucked his privates inside his boxer shorts.

“Please don’t be embarrassed, Dad, you do have needs to, and Mom doesn’t seem to want to know any more. If you need to, you know what to do. Listen, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but do you want me to assist you? We’re out here alone with no one around.” I just said it, and I’m amazed at how easily the words came out of my mouth.

What the heck was I thinking when I said that? Am I truly willing to relieve my Dad?

“NO princess, that is so wrong, I am your dad,” he said angrily.

“Sorry, I… I just wanted to help, I could… never mind, am sorry” shit I just wanted to assist, I was only offering to satisfy him. “I mean, I would have just used my hand and nothing more, I want to help you Daddy, I am 18 now, a big girl” Maybe I was just digging a hole for myself as I went on.

“Listen, Daddy, I love you and I want to help,” I said softly as I moved closer to him. “You can stop me at any time, but I know you need it and the tension has to go.” I grabbed at his boxers.

“What are you doing, you’re my daughter?” he asked, but he didn’t stop me or push me away. My fingers reached into his boxers and extracted his rock-solid cock. Wow, he was BIG, larger than my boyfriend, what am I doing, my dad’s cock is in my hand? He didn’t stop me, so I began to rub his dick as my hand glided up and down his big shaft.

As I jerked him quicker, my hand began to work on his cock and I asked, “Do you want me to stop, Dad?” He groaned and murmured, “You… oh… you shouldn’t be doing this to me, it feels so good,” and continued to moan, but still he didn’t tell me to stop so I kept going.

I quickened my speed as he throbbed in my palm, his big, thick cock getting me quite wet by this point. I know it’s bad, but I needed him inside of me. “Dad your cock feels so big, bigger than Daves” Dave is my boyfriend and yes I am cheating, but he’s my dad he needs my help and he comes first.

“My sweetheart, I am shocked by your filthy mouth and also shocked by what you are doing to me because fuck it feels so good”. He stated that when I wanked him quicker, he made me smile since I was genuinely helping him.

I begged him, “Do you want to have sex with me, Dad, I honestly want to feel you inside me, please let me do this for you.” I was desperate for him to feel what I was feeling, the aching and longing that was only for him. My hand trembled as I reached up my nightie and slid off my panties, exposing myself to him.

My dad was hesitant, but I could see the desire in his eyes. He slowly moved closer to me, the anticipation growing in both of us. I felt a thrill as his hard cock brushed against me, and I opened up to him, letting him slide inside of me.

The pleasure was incredible, and I moaned out loud as I felt him filling me up. He moved slowly, caressing my body with his hands as he thrust into me. His cock felt so good that I thought I was going to faint from the pleasure.

We moved together in a perfect rhythm, and I clung to him as I felt my orgasm build within me. I screamed out in pleasure as the waves of pleasure coursed through my body, and I could feel him cumin too.

He started to pound into my pussy faster “Oh fucking hell Dad, Mmmmm fuck me hard”. It felt so good I can’t believe he was fucking me, I can’t believe my dad’s dick was in my pussy. His balls slapped against me as his dick just slid in and out of me so fast and hard.

The feeling of his hard cock sliding inside my pussy was insane but yet a turn-on. His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, but as his desires were aroused he started to pound into me faster and faster. I felt the pleasure building within me, and I let out a loud moan of delight.

He responded with a deep growl of pleasure as he felt me gripping him tightly, my walls contracting around him and pulling him in deeper with each thrust. His pleasure was palpable in the air, and I could feel his cum beginning to build up inside of me.

His breathing was becoming more and more faster and heavy as he continued to thrust into me, and I felt a tightness in my stomach as his cum started to surge inside of me. He was pushing deeper and deeper, and I could feel his cum dripping down my inner walls. I felt my muscles begin to relax as the pleasure of his cum filled me up.

His hips thrust even harder now, and I could feel his cum pulsing and shooting inside me, each spurt more intense than the last. He shivered in pleasure and I felt his cum spilling out of me, coating my inner walls.

When it was all over, he pulled out of me and we lay close and whispered in my ear, “Thank you for helping me, sweetheart. We really shouldn’t have done this,” I smiled and replied, “I love you, Dad, and I’m glad I could help. It will be our secret and I bet you feel better for it.”

I felt an incredible sense of satisfaction and fulfilment as I lay in his arms, both of us exhausted from the intensity of our lovemaking. I knew that this was an experience I would never forget.