I walked downstairs around midnight in just a t shirt which barely covered my pink knickers. I wanted to get a class of water. I was shocked to see dad laid on the couch with a duvet and watching tv looking sad. Why was he not in bed with mum?
My heart gave a little lurch. This was completely out of character. Dad was always the one who insisted on early nights, always in bed by ten, usually reading or chatting quietly with Mum. He was staring blankly at the screen, and I felt embarrassed he was watching Babestation channel.
I froze, suddenly acutely aware of how little I was wearing. The soft, arousing voices from the television filled the quiet living room, making my cheeks burn. Babestation? Dad? It was so utterly unlike him, not just the channel itself, but the way he was watching it – glazed over, not with interest, but with a vacant, almost desolate expression. His eyes were fixed on the screen, fixed on the women’s topless boobs. His blanket was moving a lot near is crotch, was he jerking off under there.
I quietly backed away, not wanting to disturb him or invade his privacy. As I tiptoed upstairs, my mind raced with questions. Why was my dad watching this kind of channel? Was everything okay between him and Mum?
I tried to shake off the unease that had settled in my chest and climbed into bed, but sleep eluded me. My thoughts kept drifting back to my dad, alone on the couch, looking so sad and lost. I couldn’t imagine what could have caused such a change in him. And seeing the blanket move as I can 100% tell you he was wanking under there to the girls on screen. I unknowingly started to rub my pussy through my knickers.
I tried to push away the thoughts of my dad and focus on something else, but my hand had a mind of its own as it continued to rub my pussy through the fabric of my knickers. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of confusion and arousal. I had never seen my dad in this light before, and it was disturbing, yet exciting at the same time.
I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to release the tension building up inside of me. I slipped my hand into my knickers and started to touch myself. I imagined it was me on the screen, the centre of attention, with my dad watching and getting turned on by me. The thought was wrong, but it felt so right.
For a moment a disgusting thought entered my mind, ‘what if I go back down and instead of him jerking, he can have me.’ A real woman and not just some tart on tv.
I shook my head, trying to dislodge the thought. It was wrong, twisted, and disrespectful to my mother. I couldn’t let myself entertain such an idea, no matter how much the forbidden nature of it aroused me. Fuck it, I took off my knickers and I got out of bed and checked my mum who was snoring. I sneaked back down stairs.
As I approached the living room, my heart pounded in my chest. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t resist the urge to see my dad one more time, to try and understand what was going on with him.
I peeked into the room and saw that he was still in the same position, staring blankly at the television. The Babestation channel was still on, and the women on screen were still topless, their breasts on full display. I could see my dad’s blanket moving rhythmically, and I knew he was still pleasuring himself.
I took a deep breath and stepped into the room. “Dad?” I said softly, not wanting to startle him.
He turned to look at me, and I was shocked to see that his eyes glazed he looked turned on and the movements under the blanket stopped. “Ahh… oh erm… Hey, sweetie,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. He then noticed I had no knickers on as my t shirt barely covered my pussy.
He looked away quickly, his cheeks reddening. I felt a pang of guilt for intruding on his privacy, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Dad, why are you watching this channel? Is everything okay between you and Mum?”
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s a long story, sweetie. I don’t want to burden you with it. Let’s just say that your mum and I are going through a rough patch right now, and I was feeling lonely.”
I took a deep breath, “Are you still hard under there.”
I couldn’t believe the words had come out of my mouth, but I couldn’t take them back now. My dad looked at me, surprise etched on his face. I could see him struggling to find the right words.
“Sweetie, I-” he started, but I interrupted him.
“I know it’s weird, and I shouldn’t have asked. But I just want to know if you’re okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He sighed and looked down at his lap. “Yes, I’m still aroused. I didn’t mean to involve you in this, sweetie. I just… Your mother never wants to… You know. And I felt lonely.”
I nodded, understanding his words. I couldn’t imagine how hard it must be for him to go through this. “Dad, can I… can I help you?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He looked up at me, shock written all over his face. “What? No, sweetie. I can’t ask you to do that.”
I took a deep breath, feeling more confident. “You didn’t ask, Dad. I offered. I want to help you. I want to make you feel better.”
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, sweetie. If you’re sure. We should be quiet though, don’t wanna wake your grumpy mum.”
I walked over to the couch and opened is blanket, omg his cock was rock hard. First time seeing my dads cock wow. I straddled him and I spat on my hand and rubbed my pussy to lube it up. I grabbed his cock and pressed it against my labia.
I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling him enter me inch by inch. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, but at the same time, there was something incredibly intimate about it. I looked into my dad’s eyes, and I could see the relief and gratitude in them. We started to move together, slowly at first, but gradually building up a rhythm. I pulled off my shirt and unclasped my bra.
I started to ride my dad, feeling his hardness fill me up. It was wrong, but it also felt so right. I leaned down and pressed my breasts against his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath them. His hands tightly cupping each of my ass cheeks as he pumped me with his hard dick.
“Arghh honey,” he moaned and it sounded like he needed this. All of a sudden he rolled us over with out is dick coming out he was now pressed down on me and started to fuck me hard as he started to suck my tits.
I let out a gasp as my dad took control, his body moving with a newfound urgency. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of me. The feeling of him inside of me, filling me up completely, was overwhelming. I had never felt anything like this before.
“Mmmppf… ah dad,” his cock felt so good and he knew how to fuck. Not like any guy I have dated.
I looked down between us and watched as my dad’s cock slid in and out of me. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt.
“Oh, sweetie, you feel so good,” my dad moaned, his breath hot against my skin. He sucked and bit my nipples, making me squirm beneath him. His hips moved faster, driving himself deeper inside of me.
“Don’t stop, dad, don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. The heels of my feet digging into his ass as he continued.
My dad’s eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of lust and adoration. He started to thrust harder, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of me with each stroke. I felt my body responding, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over me.
“Mmm, daddy, yes… just like that,” I moaned, my voice thick with desire. I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to my chest. He obliged, burying his face in my cleavage and suckling on my nipples with renewed enthusiasm.
The sensation of his hot mouth on my sensitive skin, combined with the feeling of his hard cock pistoning in and out of me, was almost too much to handle. I threw my head back, arching my body to meet his every thrust. “Dad, I’m close… I’m gonna cum,” I warned, my words punctuated by gasps and moans. Suddenly my breath was taken away as my pussy was like a fountain and soaked his dick and the couch but omg he was still going. Fucking me even harder into the couch as I was squirting.
“Oh God, sweetie, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his voice strained.
“Ahhhh dad… harder… I am on the pill… it’s… it’s ok.” I gave him consent to cum inside of me.
As my dad’s body tensed above me, his thrusts becoming erratic and powerful, I felt his cock swell inside of me. The sensation of him cumming, filling me up with his hot seed, was intense. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, drawing him even deeper as he emptied himself inside of me.
“Dad… oh my god,” I moaned, feeling his cum coating my inner walls. He collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the couch as he caught his breath.
For a long moment, we just lay there, his softening cock still buried inside of me, our bodies entwined. I could feel the warmth of his seed inside me, a strange yet thrilling sensation. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as if he never wanted to let go.
Eventually, he lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions – guilt, love, and a hint of shame.
I gently stroked his hair, trying to soothe him. “It’s okay, Dad. We didn’t mean to make this complicated. But it felt so good, and I wanted to make you feel better. You better pull it out, I should get to bed.”
He slowly pulled out of me, and I could feel his cum dripping out of my pussy and down my thighs. I felt a little embarrassed but also strangely proud of what we had just done.