I questioned reasons I should remain with my family as I planned to leave the comfort of my childhood home and head off to college. It’s a difficult decision given the circumstances.
One of the things I learned later in life was that my dad wasn’t my middle sister’s biological father. despite the fact it was a startling discovery, he forgave her. That he could still accept her is amazing, especially considering that I entered the picture around six years later.
My dad loved my mom completely, despite her horrible behaviour. My heart ached when my mother filed for divorce to wed her new partner. In the end, dad had to admit that he was losing her.
There had been a lot of booze throughout the party. I watched as my friends, family, and parents got shit-faced with alcohol. There were friends and family members crowded into every available room who were too drunk to drive home after drinking.
Alcohol was supposed to induce slumber, so I figured that mom would pass out after a few too many. When I found her, she was sleeping in a guest room. I was aware that my dad and his pals were down in the basement because I heard them shouting from there. They all appeared to be as intoxicated as Dad was with his friends and relatives.
I was sorely in need of some sleep. Knowing Dad would be up all night, so I figured I would sleep in my parent’s bed. I changed into a T-shirt and shorts and fell asleep right away in my parent’s bed.
I was awoken by Dad’s footsteps in the the hallway outside the room. My dad was under the influence, and there was a lot of noise. I made an effort not to notice him.
I fell fast asleep soon after that. I was startled out of sleep when I felt my dad get into the bed. He hunkered down beside me. I had the immediate feeling that something wasn’t quite right. I felt something touch in my legs as his penis rubbed against my lower leg. I noticed that he was quite underdressed. He was curled up like a spoon against me. His face touched my neck, and I could smell the mouthwash and alcohol on his breath. Gently, he put his arms around me grabbed hold of my left breast and gave it a little squeeze.
Dad squeezed my tit again, but I pushed his arm away. I managed to decipher what he was saying even though he was whispering something about one last time or something similar.
He put his hand gently over my left breast like he had done before. He ran a gentle finger-rubbing stroke over my swollen nip. I felt a weird tingling feeling in my pussy and now hard nipples.
He softly mumbled something, mentioning about my tits. I could feel my heart racing and that I was breathing deeply. He gave me a tit stroke and told me how beautiful I was. My body fell slack as I felt my dad’s dick rock solid against my hip. He moved behind me, OMG and I could feel him grinding his hard cock against my ass, which was covered in just my small pj shorts.
HI felt him slide his fingers under my shirt. He complimented me on my toned abs and mentioned how beautiful and fit I still looked, despite having three children. Even though the alcohol made my head feel fuzzy, I realized right away that my dad thought I was my mom. Even though I knew I should escape the situation, I decided not to. I couldn’t move.
My mother and I share many preferences. Although our characteristics are opposed, our bodies are essentially the very same shape and size, with the exception that my mom’s hip bones and ass are slightly heavier and she is more endowed. My b cups are tiny in comparison to my mother’s bigger C-cups, and her nipples are twice as big. My drunken daddy couldn’t tell us apart in the darkness.
I knew letting his hands caress my tits and play with my hard nipples was wrong, but I also knew he needed a woman who loved him in his life. I knew I loved him and figured it was the right moment to demonstrate to him how much. My crotch became soggy as my dad humped his rigid cock against my crotch. He adjusted himself, aligned his dick to near the opening of my vagina, and starts fucking humping and starting to move his hips.
My hips started to move in rhythm with his after I had made some changes to make things easier for him. I was giddy with anticipation. I felt his hairy balls rub against the backs of my thighs as he humped me. I reached back and grasped my dad’s huge cock with my hand and slowly started to wank him. I heard him groan.
My dad’s cock was hard for me to put my hand around. His cock turned me on it was meaty and twice as thick and at least 2.5 inches longer than the cock of my boyfriend’s.
I softly massaged and held his large balls. I heard him groan. I felt a strange power over him as I caressed them underneath his hard cock. The big egg-shaped globes inside the hairy sack were twice as big as my boyfriend’s.
He gripped my top and pulled it off then reached his right hand inside my shorts. I was trembling. “You’re no longer waxing, huh? Also no panties on, naughty” I’ve always found something appealing about a small bush.”
I began to moan at his soft touch, as I found myself wanting him because I was enjoying it. My dad, what the fuck was wrong with me? He slowly started rubbing my clit, and I moaned immediately. Though I didn’t stop him, I ought to have. His fingers moved between my legs, feeling their way through the moisture in my pussy. I was wet, I was stunned at how drenched I was, and overwhelmed by my sexual state.
I wasn’t a virgin I just hadn’t experienced sex that much, I loved sex. The guy I had was not experienced with sex, even though we had been together for just a few months. I was generally frustrated since we had only had sex once, twice, or maybe three times the charm, which was awful. It was true that I overheard my friends discuss enjoying sex with their boyfriends, and their experiences sounded far better than mine.
I started to groan as soon as my dad’s fingers discovered my pussy lips and his middle finger sank deep inside it.
“I just need to have sex with you again. You feel so incredibly wonderful. Don’t leave, please.” He said which shocked me, he thought I was mom, is he about to fuck me.
I thought it was weird that my dad’s finger was in my pussy and he finger-fucked me. I played with his hairy balls and gave his cock a massage. I started to consider the possibility that he could fit within my pussy, just the thought of dad inside me felt weird.
He pushed down my shorts fully now then started softly kissing my tits and sucking on my nipples. I was perplexed as to why he didn’t realise I was just not my mom. My titties were a full cup size smaller and considerably firmer than my mother’s. I knew I wasn’t acting like an honourable daughter as he sucked on my breasts. To be honest, I felt weird. I suppose I was going to wait for him to notice but holding out hope he didn’t. I was expecting him to come to a halt and inform me to get clothed and leave.
He grabbed and squeezed my ass. He quietly expressed his gratitude for my firm ass. I swear I saw him poke my anus with his finger. I yelped and started feeling my heart race faster.
My dad’s nude body felt weird against mine as I lay there naked. His dick is big with more hair than my boyfriend. I couldn’t believe where I was and how it came to this, and my mind was racing. My dad is attractive, I had always thought so, but having him naked and feeling his skin pressed against my own was even better.
I tried to regain control over my emotions. What the hell am I doing? He’s my fucking dad for fuck sake, and I knew he thought that I was my mom. I told myself that. How could I accept it? Was he really that drunk? Was I really that drunk? Was he acting as though he didn’t recognize me?
“You feel more youthful than you did before we had our kids, and you have dropped a ton of weight. It’s been a long time since our last fuck.
Is my plan to lay down and allow him to fuck me? It’s unbelievable that I’d allow my dad to fuck me. I was curious if he could squeeze into my pussy. I started to question whether he thought I was Mom. Would I like to have his meaty cock inside of me?
As the weight of my dad pressed down on me, a low moan escaped my lips. I could feel his body on top of mine, and without hesitation, I parted my thighs, inviting him closer. The sensation of his shaft against my wet pussy sent shivers down my spine.
My dad positioned himself between my legs. I couldn’t believe what was happening, my own dad was about to penetrate me with his long, thick, and curved penis. My body tensed up with anticipation, my muscles trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
I felt his penis head push against the lips of my pussy, and I tried to relax as he applied more pressure. A gasp escaped my lips as he slowly entered me, stretching me open with his size. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved inside me, and I couldn’t help but gasp and tense up even more.
My father moaned and leaned in to kiss me. “God, you’re always so tight, even after you gave birth” he whispered, his voice filled with desire.
As I relaxed a bit, I could feel his cock slide deeper into me, his broad head stretching me even further. He slowly raised his hips before lowering them again, his dick sliding in and out of me with each movement. I couldn’t believe how full I felt, and I could feel the pressure building inside me.
My dad’s hips began to move more forcefully, his long, thick erection working its way deeper into my tight pussy. I thought I might burst from the intense pleasure, and I couldn’t help but moan and gasp with each thrust. As time passed, he picked up the pace, fucking me harder and faster.
The sound of the mattress squeaking beneath us only added to the intensity of the moment. I couldn’t help but hope that no one would hear us.
His thrusts accelerated and grew irregular. He began to groan, and then he moaned. He moved quickly, then very slowly. He could penetrate me more easily as I let go of the tension. I felt his hairy balls smack against my ass as he pushed harder. I was in awe of how thoroughly he was inside of me. He pressed first deeply, then shallowly. My pussy twitched, and I orgasmed once more.
My pussy pounded and I shivered as my dad peered down at me. He moaned as he dug further, “Oh you feel fantastic.” You are so drenched.
He backed away a little bit before pushing his dick deep into me once more. I heard his dick’s head make contact with my pussy’s back wall. I shrieked. The bed’s headboard repeatedly striking the wall was audible to me. He was slamming himself into me while I was groaning.
Dad then began to groan around the same time I gasped. He hit bottom once more after pushing his cock down far. His muscular muscles tensed. His mouth opened, and I noticed his countenance change. I overheard him moaning. “I’m fucking cumin shit am cumming. I am, indeed, cumming.”
His cock began to pulsate deep inside my pussy as I drew him closer to me and kept him there. He was genuinely cumming in me, my god. While he continued to dump his warm load into my pussy, there was a weird warm tickle and a sensation of being full. I could feel the quiver and pulse of his cock. My dad’s spunk was oozing into my pussy.
Up until he came deep inside my vulva, I thought I was in charge, but after that, I understood I had no control. I also had a clear understanding that I was not protected. I couldn’t believe he continued cumming in me. My pussy was overwhelmed by streams of my dad’s cum. Damn, where the fuck did it all come from, he sure has been storing it up. In a way am glad he thought I was mom. He got the relief he needed.
We were both lying motionless after he crashed into me. His dick twitched in my pussy as both of our bodies continued to spasm. That was both intimate and sexy. He and I felt very close. I was hesitant to talk for fear that he would realize I wasn’t my mother. I was unsure of how to respond. He had a hold on me even though I knew I had to leave. I was worried. Shit, I hope he doesn’t find out that it’s me. That he fucked me, he fucked his daughter’s pussy.
As my dad drew his slimy, wet dick out of me, my concerns grew. I sensed his warm sperm oozing from my just-fucked puss. He turned to face my pussy and grinned, as I saw. He gazed at me, and I wondered what he was contemplating. He rose from the bed. I first turned to face him while looking down at his muscular, cum-covered cock. I was expecting him to glance at me and tell me to go, but he said nothing. My dad gave me a slow, passionate kiss before turning and heading for the bathroom. I gave a nice ass grin.
My dad took a piss while I quickly got out of bed and sought my clothes. He returned to the bedroom, and I saw that he was still staggering. I tried to move my head away so he wouldn’t be able to see me clearly in the shadows. I intended for him to think I was his mother. He seemed anxious.
“I suppose it’s just too much to ask you to stay,” he said in an odd tone that scared me. He collapsed back onto the bed. “I just would want one more night with you, you were always a cold bitch. I suppose I should be grateful that you came and allowed me to spend one last moment with you. I never cheated regardless of how many times you cheated. Not even once. I’ve had opportunities, yet I’ve never screwed anyone else.”
As I put on my underwear and shirt, tears welled up in my eyes. I was embarrassed. As I stood there staring at him, my dad’s huge load of cum had already begun to soak the crotch of my panties. My knees were trembling. I quickly exited the room and proceeded to the basement stairs. As it leaked out of me, his cum felt strange.
As I lay on the couch, I sobbed. I was attempting to comprehend what I’d just done. I hoped I hadn’t hurt the one man I loved and admired more than anyone else in the world. I was afraid my dad or another person might find out what had happened and that I had sex with him rather than my mother.
I thought I had failed him. I now knew how wonderful sex could be because of the beautiful sex we had, but I also knew that my dad fucked and pounded me because he loved my mom and thought he was dunking his cock in my mom. If it ever came up in conversation, my mom might realize that it was me, but why would it? I instantly felt afraid that I had allowed him to fire his cum up my pussy.
The following day, I went to a clinic. I felt sick and queasy from the medicines they gave me for a few days. When people questioned why I was feeling ill, I said that I had the flu.
After my family had left, I went back to my room and spent the lonely days staring intently into the pink canopy. It had been incredible to feel my dad in me and to feel his cum in me. Even though I had gone to the clinic, I hoped I was just not pregnant and that nobody would ever find out what I had done. I was afraid to disappoint or hurt my dad.
My dad appeared more distant. I hoped it was just my mom leaving, but I realized it was more. His cuddles were shorter and weaker. I had the impression he was aware. I was relieved when my period arrived.
My dad came into my room late one night, holding a pair of my pj shorts. I just thanked him at first, and then the horror of what he was carrying settled in. I realized those were the shorts I’d been wearing that night I had sex with him. My dad remained silent, standing in the middle of the room, holding my pj shorts in front of him and staring down at them.
“Your mom seemed unconcerned about my apology. I initially assumed she was just being herself, but after further consideration, I discovered these on the foot of my bed earlier this week while she was packing.”
I was horrified, and tears streamed down my cheeks. My dad was trembling. He approached, placed the clothing on my dresser, and glanced at me. He was also in tears.
“I’m loss for words,” he admitted as he looked at me. “I assumed you were your mom.”
He stood motionless for a moment, just staring at me. He lowered his gaze. “It was partially my doing?”
He paused and returned his gaze to me. “I would have given up. I would have done it. You did not attempt to stop me.”
I raised my eyes at him. I was in tears. “I understand Dad.”
My tear was wiped away by him. “Are you all right? I mean, are you okay after what we did? Did I ever hurt you? I mean, I’m sure I did something more for you. Are you protected?”.
I attempted to smile. “I’m all right. I mean, I’m fine. I’m not protected, but I’m not pregnant either. Yes, you cum inside me. It kind of felt weird and am sorry. I didn’t push you off of me I let you fill me up with your stuff.”
My dad managed to wipe a tear from his cheek. “Yeah, you’re fine!”