Dad ploughed me hard to tire me out

The drive to the cabin felt endless, but maybe that was just because of the weight on my chest. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window as the trees passed, blurring into green smudges. The breakup was all I could think about, looping over and over. It felt like I was stuck in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

“Almost there, Sally,” Dad said softly, his eyes flicking toward me as he drove. He tried to help without pushing me to talk, but our silence felt heavy.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. The sweater I wore felt too big—an old one I’d stolen from my ex. His familiar scent still lingered faintly in the fabric, driving me crazy. I tugged at the collar, trying to loosen it from my neck as I leaned my forehead against the window, the cool glass soothing against my skin.

The cabin came into view, nestled deep in the woods, surrounded by tall trees and thick silence. It looked exactly how I remembered it—small, cosy, like a place where nothing wrong could happen. Dad parked the car, stretching his arms over his head as he stepped out. I followed slowly, my legs stiff from sitting for so long.

When I exited the car, the fresh mountain air hit me, crisp and cool against my skin. My long, brown hair spilt over my shoulders, brushing against the low neckline of my shirt. I shivered slightly, hugging my arms to my chest, feeling the cold bite at me.

“Let’s get inside, sweetie,” Dad said, patting my back gently. His warmth seeped into me for a second, and I followed him into the cabin, feeling a little less lost for just a moment.

The inside of the cabin smelled like pine and old wood, just like it always had. Dad went straight to the fireplace, lighting it up, the crackle of flames filling the quiet room. I kicked off my boots and headed straight for the couch, curling up beneath a thick blanket, hoping it would chase away the cold that seemed to live inside me now.

Dad sat across from me in the old armchair, looking at me with that worried expression. “You don’t have to talk about it,” he said, his voice calm and steady. “But I’m here if you want to.”

I looked at him, my chest tightening with the weight of everything I hadn’t said. “I just don’t understand, Dad,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. “How could he just… leave like that?”

He didn’t rush to answer. He just leaned back in his chair, thinking for a moment. “Sometimes, people make mistakes, Sally. Big ones. And it hurts like hell.” He shook his head, his eyes soft with understanding. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t heal. You will. It just takes time.”

I nodded, biting my lip as the tears finally spilt over. “I don’t know how to feel normal again,” I admitted, my voice breaking.

Dad stood up and crossed the room, sitting beside me on the couch. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug, and I leaned into him, resting my head on his chest. His embrace was warm and safe, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel like I was drowning.

“You will feel normal again,” he murmured, gently rubbing my back. “One day at a time, okay? You’re stronger than you think.”

I nodded again, letting myself relax in his arms. The fire crackled beside us, casting soft shadows across the room, and for a few minutes, the world felt a little quieter—a little safer.

After a while, Dad got up and headed to bed, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sat by the fire for a bit longer, but the exhaustion from the day was starting to catch up with me. I dragged myself up from the couch and headed to my room.

I got undressed, got into my nightie, and got into bed. The bed was soft and warm, but as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I knew sleep wouldn’t come quickly.

I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but every time I closed my eyes, my mind kept racing back to him. The way he left, the things he said, and the space where he used to be. I rolled over, pulling the blanket to my chin, but it didn’t help. The ache in my chest wouldn’t go away.

After an hour of tossing and turning, I finally gave up. With a frustrated sigh, I climbed out of bed and padded down the hallway. I felt like a kid again as I stood outside Dad’s door, hesitant, but I couldn’t stand the loneliness any longer. I gently pushed the door open, peeking inside.

“Dad,” I whispered, stepping into his room. “I can’t sleep.”

He stirred in the bed, blinking at me in the low light of the moon shining through the window. “Can I sleep in here with you tonight?” I asked quietly, feeling a little embarrassed.

He sat up slightly, rubbing his face as he looked at me. “Of course, Sally,” he said softly, scooting over to make room. “Come on in.”

I climbed into his bed, the familiar smell of his cologne and the soft blankets welcoming me in. He slept in just a pair of briefs. His bed was huge, and I lay on my side, facing away from him, feeling the warmth of the covers, but still unable to fully relax. I lay on my side with my back facing my dad, trying to go to sleep.

“Dad, can you… hold me?” I whispered after a moment, my voice almost breaking. “I’m freezing.”

There was a brief pause; then I felt him shift beside me. His strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me gently into his side. The warmth of his body was immediate, and I melted into it, feeling the tension in my muscles start to ease.

“Better?” he asked softly, his breath warm against my head.

“Yeah,” I whispered, closing my eyes as I snuggled into him. “Thank you.”

I let out a deep sigh, finally starting to relax. But then, I felt something else that stirred beneath the fabric of his briefs. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what it was.

My father’s cock was hard against my ass. I froze, not sure what to do or say. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and his breathing had become shallow and quick. I bit my lower lip, unsure whether to pull away or stay still.

I pressed my bum back into his crotch; I knew I shouldn’t, and I was not sure why I did it.

He didn’t move or say anything for what felt like an eternity. I could hear my breath quickening as I waited for him to react. Finally, he shifted slightly, his arm tightening around my waist. “Sally, we shouldn’t…,” he began, but his voice trailed off as I pressed my ass back into him again, feeling the length of his cock against me.

“Sorry, I was trying to get comfy,” I whispered, my heart beating faster as I tried to play it off casually. I could feel him hesitating, unsure of what to do next.

“Don’t be sorry,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I just don’t want to do anything you might regret later.”

I lifted my nightie a little and slid my panties to my thighs while still in the spooning position.

I let out a slow breath as I rubbed my pussy, my heart pounding as I prepared to take this risk. “Dad,” I whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear the desperation in my voice. “I just want to feel something other than this pain.”

“Sally,” he began, but I didn’t allow him to say anything else. I reached behind me and slid my hand down between us, and reached for his hard cock through his briefs.

He sucked in a sharp breath as I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the warmth of it pulsing in my hand. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, but he didn’t push me away or tell me to stop. Instead, he let out a low groan as I began to stroke him slowly up and down.

I held it near my pussy as I pushed back against him until he was inside of my pussy.

“Ah… Mmm, Sally… we shouldn’t be,” I cut him off by moving back and forth as his cock slid in and out.

“Dad, please,” I begged quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need this.”

His cock was sliding in and out of my pussy with ease; it felt so good having him inside of me like this. My heart was pounding in my chest as I reached down between us and started rubbing my clit while moving back and forth on his cock even harder now.

“Oh yeah, my pussy feels so good, yes, Daddy,” I moaned softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I continued to move back and forth on his cock. “I need you inside of me like this.”

He let out a low groan as he thrust his hips up into me, driving his cock even deeper into my pussy. “Oh God, Sally,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough with lust. “You feel so fucking good, but maybe we should stop; this is a god, this is so wrong.”

“No, no, please,” I moaned softly, pressing my ass back into him even harder now. “I want this, Daddy. I need you.”

I felt him hesitate, his hips stilling for a moment before he let out a low groan, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move again. This time, there was no holding back.

“Mmmmm daddy, yes, yes, that is it Ahhh ahhh fuck me, harder,” I moaned loudly as the loud slapping noises of his hips as hit slammed my ass. His cock is pumping my cunt hard from behind.

“Daddy, please, don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need this so bad.”

He grunted in response, his hips moving faster as he drove himself deeper into me. I could feel my orgasm building, every nerve in my body singing with pleasure.

“Oh God, Sally,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

His cock was hitting that sweet spot inside me, and I couldn’t help but cry out, “Yes, right there! Don’t stop, Daddy!”

He squeezed me tighter as he pumped into me harder with force as he sunk his head into my neck.

“UNGH…. Ahh, fuck sweetie, I am, Cumming inside you, Sally,” he groaned, his cock twitching as he emptied himself deep inside me. I could feel the heat of his release spreading through me, filling me up.

We lay there, panting and sweaty, for a moment, neither of us speaking. I could feel the weight of what we’d just done settling over us, but there was no regret, no guilt. Just a sense of relief and release that I hadn’t felt in weeks.

“I’m sorry, Sally,” he murmured after a while, his voice soft and hesitant. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t be sorry, Dad,” I whispered, turning in his arms to face him. “That was exactly what I needed.”

I smiled at him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “I needed to feel close to someone again, and you’re the only one I trust.”

He looked at me, his eyes soft and understanding. “I’m glad I could be there for you, Sally,” he said, wrapping his arms around me again. “But we should probably get some sleep now.”

I nodded, snuggling back into his arms. My heart was still racing, but I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. I knew what we’d just done was wrong on so many levels, but it felt right in that moment.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for my dad’s understanding and support. I knew that the road ahead would be long and complicated, but for the first time in a while, I felt like I wasn’t alone.

And as I slept, I dreamed of the warmth of my dad’s arms and the feeling of his hard cock inside me, filling me up and chasing away the pain. It was a dream I knew I would never forget.