I stare at the lacy black knickers in my hands, my mind reeling. These are definitely mine – I remember wearing this pair last week. But how the hell did they end up under Dad’s pillow?!
My stomach churns with revulsion and a confusing flicker of something else I don’t want to acknowledge. I think of all the times I’ve seen Dad staring at me, his eyes lingering on my tits and arse. The way he ‘accidentally’ brushes against me in the kitchen, ‘mistaking’ my bum for the counter. I feel sick. Has he been sniffing my dirty knickers when I’m not around? The pervy old bastard! Using my unwashed panties to wank his shrivelled cock, no doubt.
I ball the cotton fabric in my fist, fighting the urge to gag. I should be disgusted. I am disgusted. So why is my pussy clenching at the thought of Dad touching himself to my scent? Shit, I can’t think about this now. I’ll just have to keep it to myself for now. I quickly stuff the knickers in my pocket before continuing to tidy up, my hands shaking slightly.
I sighed, fuck it. I put them back under his pillow, he’s a lonely older man and if it helps him then he can have them.
The next morning, I wake to the delicious smell of bacon sizzling downstairs. My stomach growls hungrily as I pull on my silk robe, padding down to the kitchen. I find Dad at the stove, spatula in hand, his back to me.
“Morning love,” he says gruffly, as he always does. But there’s an odd tension in the air, a weight to his words. Slowly, he turns and I see his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. His gaze drags over my barely-clothed body and I feel a shameful flush heat my skin. I cinch my robe tighter.
“Sleep well, did we Alice?” he asks, voice low. I nod mutely, throat suddenly dry. He takes a step towards me and I fight not to flinch.
“Found something interesting under me pillow this morning’. Care to explain?” I finally confronted him about my dirty knickers. “Before you do as well dad, I… I am not mad ok well not if you don’t tell me the truth.”
“I… I don’t know what you are on about Alice,” he said looking so embarrassed and nervous.
I shift uncomfortably under Dad’s penetrating gaze, my face burning. “Don’t play dumb,” I snap, trying to sound stern and not at all turned on by the bulge I just noticed in his pants.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. My knickers. The ones I found under your pillow yesterday.
“Dad flushes bright red but holds my eyes. “I…I can explain love…” he starts, voice rough. “I was just…curious. You’ve turned into such a beautiful young woman and I…” He swallows hard.
“Then do not lie to me, I am not mad but… Do not lie, glad you owned up to it,” I said as he sat down looking sad next to me.
“I failed you honey,” he said with his face in his hands. “Just since your mom…” I place a comforting hand on his shoulder, my voice softening. “It’s okay Dad, I get it. You’re lonely. It’s not right but…I understand. You can keep them if it helps.”
With a shuddering sigh, I notice Dad’s eyes widen in relief mixed with an unmistakable flicker of something darker behind the veneer of his usual fatherly gaze. “Alice, you…don’t hate me for this?” His voice is thick with emotion as he dares to hope.
“Of course not, Dad. To be fair, it’s messed up, but at least you’re honest now,” I tell him gently.
“You should be mad honey, I shouldn’t have took them out of the dirty washing,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
I squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay, Dad. Really.” I say it like I mean it, even though my heart is pounding in my chest and my stomach is doing flips.
Later that night I sat on my bed with my laptop open, I am trying to find a gift for dad. I scroll through sex toys for men. I come across a fleshlight, it looks weird like a model of some girls vagina in like a tube thingy. ‘Do guys really put there dicks in these and fuck it’ I looked through a few and reviews.
I came across on called, fleshlight Riley Reid. Wasn’t she that skinny porn star, hey I only knew as my boyfriend Dylan loved watching her. Fuck it I ordered it and some water based lube to go with it. Next day delivery awesome.
Before going to bed I walked past my dads room and I slowly opened it without him noticing me. He was panting sat on the edge of the bed with my knickers wrapped around his dick as he was pumping away.
I left him to it and went to bed.
The following day around about afternoon the door bell went and it was the items I ordered.
The excitement is almost unbearable as the deliveryman hands over the nondescript parcel and I quickly sign for it, a wicked smile tugging at my lips. I dash upstairs to wrap the gift before sneaking downstairs to place it discreetly on Dad’s side table, a mischievous glint in my eye. The lube and Riley Reid fleshlight are tucked inside a gift bag with a note that reads: “A little something to help you out – from your understanding daughter.”
By dinner time, curiosity eats away at me, and I feel bad about keeping him waiting any longer. “Dad,” I call out casually while setting the plates on the dining table. “Got something for ya.” His puzzled gaze flits between me and the gift as he shuffles in, suspicion written all over his face.
“What’s this then?” he asks cautiously, picking up the bag.
I lean against the kitchen counter, trying to look nonchalant but practically buzzing with anticipation. “Just open it.”
“Dad, it’s nothing big, really,” I reply with a sly grin, gauging his reaction. “Just a little present for you. Thought it might… help ease the loneliness.”
His eyes widen as he pulls out the fleshlight and lube, mouth dropping open in shock. “Alice…” he says breathlessly, and for a moment we lock gazes – mine mischievous, his filled with disbelief and desire.
“Go on then,” I urge softly, stirring the pot on the stove while watching him. “Open it up.”
He cautiously opens the box containing Riley Reid’s imitation pussy, fingers trembling slightly as he runs them over the silicone folds. “You… got this for me?” Dad asks incredulously.
“Mm-hm,” I nod with an impish grin. “Consider it an early birthday gift or something.” A faint blush creeps up my cheeks as I note his gaze flickering between me and the obscene toy – excitement warring with guilt in those dark eyes.
“This is embarrassing, I can’t you know with this…” he was embarrassed that his daughter bought him a sex toy.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Dad,” I reassure him, stepping closer. “I get it, okay? It’s not like… you’ve got anyone else to take care of those needs. And honestly, seeing how much happier you’ll be is all that matters to me.” My voice softens, trying to soothe his discomfort. “Now go on, give it a try.”
He looks at me for a moment longer before an unspoken understanding passes between us. He retreats to his room with the gift in hand. I pretend not to listen, but strain my ears for any sound of him enjoying his new toy while I serve up dinner.
Later that evening, as we sit down for our meal together, it’s clear he’s been thinking about the implications – and benefits – of our newfound arrangement. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife.
“So… thanks for this,” Dad begins hesitantly after a long pause. “It’s just… well, I never thought my daughter would…” He trails off into silence.
“I know it’s unusual,” I interject gently. “But hey, there’s no shame in that kind of help when you need it.” His eyes meet mine and they’re fiery now – arousal mingling with gratitude.
“Can’t thank you enough,” he rumbles quietly. “And honestly? It helps….a lot.”
“This is weird me asking, but… did it, you know. Feel like the real thing,” I said as I was so curious.
A sly smirk plays on my lips as Dad clears his throat, hesitation flickering across his rugged features before he answers, “Well, love, to be fair, it’s bloody close. That Riley Reid… she really knows how to design a toy that feels like the real deal. Every ridge and every curve of her pussy is there – and oh damn, does it grab your cock tight. Shit sorry I shouldn’t be saying that. You not seen Dylan for the past few days, you both ok.”
“Glad it helps your, you know needs. And yes, Dylan and I are… taking a break for now.” His eyes glitter with a spark that has nothing to do with gratitude. Deep down all this dirty talk just showed me how much my pussy misses cock. I had an idea!
Later that day I heard moans coming from dad’s bedroom, he was at it with his fleshlight again. I put my hand up my nightie and slid off my knickers and threw them to the bathroom. I slowly pushed his bedroom door open. I sneaked inside his room and startled him, “Jeez Alice.”
“Seemed like you were enjoying your gift,” I remark casually, though my pulse races at the sight of him all tousled and turned on. “Can I hold the fleshlight and use it on you, just lay back and close your eyes and pretend Riley Reid his riding you.”
Dad’s eyes widen in disbelief and he hesitates, but the unmistakable hunger in his gaze wins out. “Alice, love… Are you sure about this?” His voice drops to a husky whisper.
“Absolutely,” I respond, my voice dripping with bold desire. “Just lay back and let your daughter show you a good time.” A wicked smile curves across my lips as he obeys, settling back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I saunter over, plucking the fleshlight from his grasp before kneeling between his sprawled legs. With deliberate slowness, I slick some lube onto its entrance, watching Dad’s adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard. “Let’s make this more… authentic for you,” I murmur huskily. My fingers then trail teasingly down the length of his throbbing cock, smearing it with the clear liquid – drawing a guttural groan from him.
With a devilish grin, I position the toy at his tip before sinking it down gradually onto his shaft. Dad lets out a strangled gasp; eyes rolling back into his head as I begin to pump it slowly up and down in a rhythmic movement. His hips buck towards me involuntarily while his hands grip the sheets like a lifeline.
I pull it off of his cock, “one minute dad I am adding more lube to it ok.”
That was a lie as I sat it down and get some lube as I lifted my nightie off, “keep your eyes closed Mr.”
I lube my clit up and slightly inside my entrance, so he wouldn’t notice a difference. I straddled him as I slowly lowered myself down onto his cock as his head of his cock parted my lips as I sunk down on to his cock.
“Oh sweetie, whatever you are doing with that fleshlight, oh wow it feels even more real.” He said as I slowly moved up and down on his dick.
“I… I straddled you and added more lube to the fleshlight. You like it dad,” but what he didn’t know, he was actually inside my pussy.
“This… so much better than any toy,” he grunts, hips bucking beneath me.
“Seems you’re enjoying your gift even more now, huh?” I tease, as I bounce on top of him. The dirtiest thoughts dance on the tip of my tongue; it takes all my restraint not to moan aloud or let slip what’s really happening. But I couldn’t help it.
“Ahh Dad,” I moaned loudly.
“Oh yes… wait why you moaning. He suddenly opened his eyes to see me riding his cock.
with a wicked gleam in my eye. “Surprise, Dad,” I taunt breathlessly, “it’s the real deal this time ah fuck your big.”
Dad’s eyes fly open, shock and lust warring on his face as he grits out, “Alice… what are you doing to your old man?” His fingers grip my hips possessively now, slamming me down on his thick cock.
with a force that makes me cry out.
“You asked for it,” I pant, my nails digging into his chest as I grind down harder. “And honestly, can’t deny how good your cock feels stretching my tight pussy.” A thrill runs through me at the raw admission.
“God, Alice…you’re…so fucking tight and wet,” he groans, his voice hoarse with want. “I should be stopping this, but honestly, I can’t resist your hot little cunt wrapped around me.”
“Ah fuck, Dad,” I moan shamelessly, his dirty words fueling my desire as our hips crash together. “I need it so bad… hammer me with that hard cock!”
He obliges with a primal growl, grabbing my tits roughly while slamming me down onto his pounding shaft. “You asked for it, you filthy girl!” His fingers dig into my skin as he thrusts deeper, stirring up my slit and driving relentlessly against my cervix.
The room fills with obscene sounds of skin slapping and our combined grunts of pleasure. Dad’s cock churning up my guts as I ride him ruthlessly – lost in the depraved ecstasy.
“Like that, huh?” he snarls through gritted teeth. “Take all your old man’s dick deep in your cunt!”
“Yes! Fuck yes! Harder!” I scream, tossing my head back in pure bliss.
With a final vicious thrust, we both shatter on the edge – crying out together in climax. My pussy clenches around him like a vice as he fills me with cum; spurting hot seed against my insides.
Collapsing onto his chest, we’re panting and trembling in the afterglow – still tangled intimately together.
As sanity slowly returns between us amidst heavy breaths: “I’m sorry love… but this time was fucking amazing,” he pants out.
“Don’t apologize,” I murmur against his sweaty neck. “We both needed this… Just saying, we try a different position next time.”
“Wait honey… what, what do you mean next time,” he looked confused.
“Exactly what I said, Dad,” I grin, mischief sparkling in my eyes. “You are a man with needs, so when ever you need a bit let me know.”
His eyes widen, a mixture of shock and hunger swirling in their depths as I shift to sit up, feeling his softening length still buried within me. “You’re not serious?” he challenges breathlessly, though the bulge in his eyes speaks volumes about his body’s reaction.
“Hell yes, Dad,” I grin wickedly. “I’ve been craving cock too – no boyfriend to satisfy me lately…and can’t resist your thick one now.” I wiggle my hips, drawing out a guttural groan from him.
“Fuck, you’re playing with fire here…” His voice is gruff with need even as rationality battles lust. But the decision is clear in his expression when he rolls us over – pinning me beneath him on the bed now.
“Shit love, alright then,” Dad growls, already hard again as he drags my legs around his waist. “Brace yourself.”
With renewed urgency, he plunges into my slick cunt once more – an animalistic growl tearing from his throat at the sensation. Our bodies collide in desperate frenzy; every punishing thrust eliciting filthy moans and curses from both our lips.
“That’s it…take Daddy’s cock deep!” he snarls against my neck before sucking a harsh mark below my jawline. “Pound this greedy pussy like you mean it!”
My nails rake down his back as we fuck recklessly, searching for that sweet release once more. My tits bounce obscenely with each powerful drive of his hips – dad catching a nipple between teeth to tug mercilessly.
“Harder…AH FUCKING HELL!” I scream out my wanton needs shamelessly.
Dad complies eagerly; hammering my cervix till stars dance behind closed eyelids and orgasm tears through me like wildfire. I feel him tense above me; flooding my womb with hot spurts of cum just as waves of pleasure crest over us both anew.
We lie entwined – sweat-slicked skin glistening under soft bedroom lighting while we catch our ragged breaths together. “I swear,” Dad pants hoarsely against the curve of my shoulder where he’d marked me earlier. “You’ll be the death of me one day.”
“Nah,” comes my hazy reply through satisfied smirks. “Just keeping it real between us.”