On the 16th of July, a mere week after I celebrated my eighteenth birthday, I revelled in the warm embrace of the summer sun. I am Valerie, currently residing with my father in anticipation of moving in with my boyfriend, Tom. By my side sat my dearest friend, Jodie, as I lounged in my bikini, seeking to acquire a golden tan. The tantalizing scent of sizzling burgers in the air was a clear sign that Dad was tending to the barbecue.
Jodie, ever the playful one, adjusted her sunglasses and turned to me. “Valerie, can you believe we’re now officially adults?”
A chuckle escaped my lips as I met her gaze. “It does feel a bit surreal, Jodie. This summer promises to be unforgettable.”
As we chatted, my father, sporting an apron and holding a spatula, approached us, bearing a plate heaped with freshly grilled burgers. “Ladies, are you ready for some barbecue delights? Are you both ravenous?”
I eagerly accepted a burger from the plate he offered. “Thanks, Dad. These look absolutely amazing.”
Jodie seized the opportunity to add a dash of flirtation, a devilish look gracing her face. She smiled at my father and said, “Mr. Collins, you’re not just the master of the grill, but also quite the charming man, if I may say so.”
My father, his eyes twinkling with amusement, chuckled in response. “Well, thank you, Jodie. I’ll have to take your word for it.”
As we continued to enjoy the sunny day, savouring Dad’s culinary skills and the promise of the future, which was as alluring as the scent of the barbecue, Dad occasionally cast glances in our direction. His eyes would briefly linger on Jodie and me in our bikinis, an appreciative smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t help but notice that we were growing into young women, and I was no longer his little girl.
As we chuckled and enjoyed the food, my dad finally interrupted, his voice tinged with affectionate authority. “Right, girls, I’m going to head upstairs to clean up, okay?”
We both nodded in unison, our mouths still partially filled with burgers. “Sure, Dad, we’ll handle things down here,” I replied.
With a nod and a warm smile, my father made his way inside the house, leaving Jodie and me to continue our day of laughter, playful banter, and the simple pleasure of a summer day well spent.
With Dad’s departure, Valerie and Jodie exchanged a knowing glance. “Let’s cool off in the pool,” Valerie suggested.
Jodie eagerly agreed, “Perfect idea on a hot day like this.”
The two friends hurried to the pool, their laughter echoing as they jumped into the inviting water. “It’s so refreshing,” Valerie exclaimed.
Jodie nodded, “Yeah, and it feels like time’s slowed down. I love it.”
As the day waned, Jodie sighed. “I should head home, Valerie. It’s getting late.”
Valerie understood, “No worries, Jodie. We’ll meet up soon.”
Jodie smiled, “I’m off to see my mom. Take care, Valerie.”
Valerie waved, “You too, Jodie.”
Valerie watched her friend leave, a happy smile on Jodie’s face. “She looked so content,” she whispered to herself.
As the sun dipped lower, Valerie climbed out of the pool and reached for her towel. “Time to dry off and get dressed.”
I walked towards the house, the warm breeze caressing my damp skin, as I headed upstairs to my room. The image of my father grilling burgers and his playful interactions with Jodie still lingered in my mind. A sense of contentment washed over me, knowing that I was surrounded by love and laughter.
But as I reached the top of the stairs, a faint sound caught my attention. It was a low, rhythmic hum, accompanied by the occasional grunt. Curiosity piqued, I followed the sound, my steps careful and silent. The closer I got to my father’s bedroom, the louder the noise became.
With trepidation and a mix of curiosity, I gently pushed the door open, revealing a sight that made my heart skip a beat. There, sitting on the edge of his bed, was my father, his pants pulled down, his hand wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock. He was lost in his own world of pleasure, his eyes closed, his face contorted with desire.
I should have turned away, closed the door, and pretended I hadn’t seen anything. But something held me in place, my eyes fixated on the sight before me. My heart raced, my breath quickened, and a strange heat spread through my body. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the sight of my father pleasuring himself.
My body throbbed with an unfamiliar ache, a yearning that I couldn’t ignore.
I knew I should leave, that this was wrong on so many levels. But I couldn’t tear myself away. I watched as my father’s hand moved up and down his shaft, his breath hitching with each stroke. The sight of his hard, pulsating cock was both mesmerizing and intimidating, its size and girth leaving me breathless.
I could feel myself getting wet with desire, my own arousal overwhelming me. The forbidden nature of the situation heightened the intensity of my feelings. I wanted to touch myself, to join in the pleasure that consumed my father.
As my father’s moans grew louder, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and longing, he began to whisper my name and Jodie’s. “Fucking hell mmmm, I shouldn’t think about her that way she’s my daughter. Her tits in that bikini, and I noticed her sweet cameltoe in her bikini bottoms.” The words escaped his lips in a hushed, desperate tone, fueling the fire of my desires. The thought that he found us both irresistible, that he fantasized about us together, gave me an awkward feeling a little bit weird. My own dad thinking of me in any other way just sounds so wrong, but here I am no better just watching him.
Even though it made me feel perverted to see him, I couldn’t help but notice how huge and attractive his dick was. That I’m even considering my own dad’s cock is shocking. My dad has never occurred to me in this way.
I watched as the intensity of his breathing increased and his hand pumped his cock more vigorously. I felt out of place due to the strange whispering of my name. Seeing two girls in bikinis can’t be easy for him, considering it’s been years since he’s had a girlfriend. Despite the fact that “me” (one of the girls) is his own daughter.
My dad’s body writhed in ecstasy as he reached his peak, cum bursting forth in mighty bursts. As he finally let go of every last bit of himself, a deep grunting growl escaped his lips. I tried to picture the relief and joy he was experiencing at that moment.
I dashed back downstairs to grab a cold drink from the fridge just as my dad walked in. A small sigh, followed by “Hey, Val, are you ok, my honey?”
“Yes Dad, just needed a cool drink, sounds like you need one your out of breath,” I smirked.
I brought him a beer from the fridge and he responded, “Oh I could use one sweetie, just had an intense workout.” I replied, “Oh I bet Dad.”
Having Daddy on my mind
My boyfriend sent me a dick pic later that night, and while I would typically be thrilled, I found that it failed to satisfy me for some reason. I kept picturing my dad’s cock in my mind, and while knowing it was wrong, a part of me wanted it.
I tried to ignore how wet I was down there. After deciding to get ready for bed, I heard my dad in the bathroom and decided to test him. A little mirror was placed on my bed because he would have to pass it on his way to his own room. After cracking my door open, I walked to the centre of my bedroom and began to undress. As he emerged from the bathroom, I heard the floorboards creak.
I was entirely undressed when I saw a pair of eyes on me as I saw through the mirror while I fondled my nightgown. I finally put it on and I turned to look and he was gone, I wondered what was going through his mind I was intrigued. So I decided to move the mirror and put it back on my dresser.
Looking at myself in the mirror and could see my nipples through my nightgown. I didn’t wear underwear tonight as I wanted easy access to myself. I slowly crept toward my dad’s room and pushed the door open just slightly. He was, you guessed it, messing with himself while watching naughty movies on his phone.
I made my way back to my room and got into bed. Gently touching my clit as my hand went up my nightgown. Slowly I sunk two fingers inside me and slowly thrust them in and out letting out a quiet pleasurable moan.
I didn’t care if he heard me as I finger fucked my pussy and said, “Mmm, fucking hell.” I moved my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, and all I could think about was his cock. The lips on my pussy were wet and shiny, and it needed something bigger. I needed my daddy, I wanted him inside me, there I said it.
So I quickly stopped and took out my phone. Widening my legs, I lifted my nightgown a bit. I took a picture of my pussy. This is what I wrote: “Mmm you like Tom, bet you want to fuck me hard, baby.” While going through my contacts and choosing Dad, I sent it to him instead of Tom. “Oops,” I said as I smiled and started to finger myself again.
I silently heard Dad’s voice in the other room “What the…” his door opened. I kept fingering myself under the covers. He entered my room, “Hey sweetie, embarrassing but I think you accidentally sent me something” he said while looking at me as I have an awkward expression as my fingers under the covers are pounding my pussy.
Breaking Daddy and his the temptation
He asked me, “Are you okay under there?” because the covers were moving around a lot. I took a chance, and I hope this didn’t go wrong, but I really needed cock.
“I need… Mmmm fuck, I need your help, Daddy,” I mumbled as I uncovered myself and masturbated in front of my dad.
His face turned red as he said, “I… We cannot do this, sweetie, you are my princess,” but he did not turn away.
As I continued to engage in self-gratification in front of my dad, his inner conflict was evident on his countenance. He was aware that what we were doing was unethical and that we were crossing lines that should never be crossed. But the desire in his gaze and the quickening of his breath revealed his internal struggle.
I could see that he was torn between his affection for me as his daughter and the allure of our forbidden desires. “Valerie, we can’t… we shouldn’t be doing this,” he said with a trembling voice. It is not right.”
But my desire for him, my insatiable hunger, compelled me to press further, to test his limits. As I gazed at him with lust in my eyes and murmured, “Daddy, I need you. I need you to make me feel better and relieve this aching urge and I need to cum, p… mmmm please.”
I whimpered, “Daddy, please,” with a desperate tone. “I’m after you. I need you.”
As he heard my pleading, his resolve weakened further, and his gaze became fixated on my nude body, where I was still self-pleasing. There was a noticeable electricity in the room that seemed to envelop us both.
He approached the bed with desire weighing heavily on his steps.
My father stripped off his clothes with a swift motion, revealing his magnificent, pulsating cock, the sight of which made my pulse race. He positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes locked on mine as he sought authorization and confirmation.
My eyes were filled with a mixture of anticipation and desire as I nodded. And with that unspoken permission, he entered me, his cock gliding effortlessly into my wetness. A mixture of ecstasy and forbidden sensation sent shivers down my spine.
He started to move, his hips thrusting continuously, each stroke bringing us both closer to the precipice. The sounds of our moans and slapping bodies filled the room, creating an atmosphere of prohibited pleasure that drove out any lingering doubts or remorse.
He hammered into me with unrelenting fury, his cock completely filling me with each deep plunge. I curled my thighs around his, drawing him closer as I yearned for more of him and this sinful ecstasy.
With each thrust, he performed a symphony of pleasure, his cock gliding in and out to the beat of our pulses.
The room was filled with moans, a symphony of delight and desire that reverberated off the walls. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I gasped, my voice filled with pleasure. “Harder… deeper… fuck my pussy Mmm dad fuck.”
As he groaned, his voice was filled with a mixture of pleasure and remorse. “Valerie, your pussy is so fucking tight. I can’t believe I’m fucking you, I’m sorry.” He struggled to speak as he continued to pound me severely.
I arched my back and dug my nails into his back as I gave in to the pleasure that consumed me. My body was on the verge of a mind-shattering climax as the sensations overtook me. I felt the familiar tightening in my pelvic region, the telltale symptoms of an impending orgasm.
My dad groaned, “Fuck, Valerie, Baby, you feel so extremely wonderful. I cannot believe that I am doing this to you still. Mmmm Arghh fuck, you sure I… mmm should continue.”
“Yes Daddy, fuck me keep going, mmmm” I was having the greatest dick ever.
As my dad’s thrusts became more urgent, the bed beneath us squeaked and rattled as he pounded, unable to contain the intensity of our passion. The room was filled with a symphony of our groans as our bodies collided in a desperate dance of delight.
“Oh, Dad you’re… mmmm your cock feels good, fuck me, mmm please harder Daddy” I had determination in my voice. As I watched him pick up more speed as he pounded into me.
I felt my climax building with each deep penetration, my body teetering on the brink of ecstasy. I wailed out, unable to contain the overwhelming feelings that flooded my body. “Oh, Daddy, I’m near,” I moaned with a mixture of hunger and hopelessness in my voice.
As he pursued his own orgasm, he increased his speed and became increasingly erratic in his thrusts. The tension in the room was palpable, and the air was dense with the enticing aroma of lust and desire.
I gushed as my pussy contracted and my pussy walls contracted around my dad’s cock. As he fucked me during my own orgasm, my dad’s dick throbbed within me, his hot sperm seeping deep into my pussy. As he held down my pelvis and pounded into me until he was fully empty. The combination of the sensation of his release and the intense contractions of my orgasm sent ripples of ecstasy through my veins.
We fell onto the bed with heavy breaths. There was a short moment of silence as we attempted to recover our breath and as the reality of what we had just done began to sink in.
As he glanced into my eyes, my dad’s expression was a mixture of desire, guilt, and confusion. “Valerie, I… I cannot believe this just happened. It is wrong, we should not have…”
His gaze was filled with a mixture of fear and affection. “I adore you more than anything, Valerie. However, we cannot proceed along this path. We must put an end to this for both of our sakes.”
I nodded as tears formed in my eyes. “I understand that Daddy. Our love is stronger than any prohibited desire. We cannot allow this to damage our relationship.”
We never spoke of our prohibited encounter again after that day. Focusing on reconstructing our relationship, we nurtured the unadulterated love that had always been at its core. We were able to heal the fractures caused by our momentary lapse in judgment with the help of time, forgiveness, and clear communication.