Dad Eats My Cream

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

Mum was downstairs doing laundry, I was on my bed kicking my heels, just in my knickers. The house was warm, and I hadn't yet decided what I was going to wear, so after my shower I simply shoved some knickers on. Dad had gone to get some compost for his seedlings and then get some fuel for his car.

Our car was a petrol hybrid. Dad could plug it in at home and get about seventy miles of electric, and also put petrol in for around another five hundred miles range. Excellent, he said, me? It's dad's taxi. I don't care what it runs on. I have finished Uni, now I just need a job so that I can pay off my Uni debts, but I have no idea what I want to do. At the moment I work in a burger place, not the famous one, but it gives me money for makeup and stuff.

"Alright sweetheart?" Dad asked from my doorway, it seems he was back.

I half turned, and smiled, "yes thank you dad," I answered giving Dad a view of my boob and probably a tight knickers view of my crotch too. I hadn't heard Dad come home, otherwise I may have been better prepared, as it was, a quick view of a nipple was all I could manage. I hadn't done much better seeing Dad, just a glimpse of his half hard cock through his partially open bedroom door a few days before.

That glimpse had been enough though, even half hard Dad's cock looked better than any of the cocks I had experienced whilst at Uni, and whilst they had been good, I just knew Dad's cock would be better, I just had to find a way to get it inside me. Preferably without Mum finding out.

I had been back home from Uni for just three weeks, and I still hadn't heard Mum and Dad shagging, and the half hard cock Dad had sported told me there was still life in the old man yet. Perhaps Mum wasn't interested, who knew? Not something you can really ask though, is it? "Hey Mum, have you gone off shagging Dad?"

Did I really want to try and seduce my Dad? The issue was that if it all went Pete Tong, then I could find myself chucked out, and no one can afford to rent somewhere and live on a burger flippers wage. If I were to do this, I had to find a way to make it Dad's idea, but how? I could wear skimpy clothes of course, and that was Plan A, but the rest of it?

I had to be careful not to let Mum notice what I was up to, being a woman, she was likely to detect what I was doing before Dad, Dad probably would not realise in his conscious mind, but subconsciously he should notice and it should bear on his mind, be in his dreams. But not Mum, she would likely see through my scheme.

I would do things like leave my bedroom door partially open and lay on my bed in my underwear, Dad had a habit of looking into my room if the door was open. If I thought it was Mum coming upstairs, I could cover myself in my robe, but not for Dad. And tight knickers, tight over my crotch, that would help anytime he caught a glimpse.

Same for when I used the shower, I would leave the bathroom door partially open, if Dad cared to glance in, he would see me through the glass screen door in the shower, washing my fanny, or even shaving my fanny, which I had decided I would do much more often. I was saving up for a laser depilator, but it would be a few weeks more yet before I would have the funds.

But what else? I would raise the hems on my dresses and skirts. I would wear lower cut tops. I couldn't wear sheer tops at home, Mum would sus that straight away, but perhaps when I was going out, Dad would get a glimpse before I left, or perhaps when I got back if he was still up.

Could I get away with brushing my boobs against Dad? I wasn't sure if I could, I might try it a few times. The old trick of sitting opposite Dad and letting him see up my skirt wouldn't work, as Mum nearly always sat next to him on the sofa and would find a way to 'have a word' with me about decorum and decency.

I would have to do most of my actions when Mum was out, and thing is, she didn't leave the house that much. The supermarket a couple of times a week, Gran's once a week and that was about it. I might suggest that the Gym might be an idea, there was a Ladies Only Gym that was doing a special offer, I might just point it out to her. That might get her out of the house more.

I was still laying half naked on my bed, my legs apart and facing the door as I mused ways to seduce my Dad. What could I wear today I wondered.

"I am going to town to the post office," Dad said from my doorway, "do you want to come, we can get a coffee in the precinct."

I turned to face him, my one boob clearly on show, "can I get a pastry too?" I asked, wishing I could get my nipple to wiggle.

"Of course you can, now get dressed, you can't really go to town like that."

I looked down and threw a hand over my boob in horror, shock horror of course. "Daddy" I squealed. Hopefully the first battle in the war had been won. Hopefully I would appear unbidden in his dreams. Did he remember his dreams I wondered. I had discovered that dreams only stayed without until you moved part of your body.

I might start that conversation with Dad, and Mum if she was there, did they remember their dreams, did they know that the part of the brain that manages dreaming is also the part that manages movement, and it can't multitask. I might suggest that they stay still when they wake up and see if they can remember their dreams. Hopefully Dad will remember his half naked daughter.

I put a strappy top on, no bra, and threw my pleated skirt on, Birkenstocks on my feet completed my look. I went down to the kitchen, Mum was in the garden hanging out the washing, I went out to her, taking the next item form the laundry and handing it to her.

"I'm going into town with Dad," I said doing a twirl, "hopefully might see some boys worth a second look, what d'ya think?"

"Fine sweetheart, you'll certainly catch an eye or two."

Part one of my deceiving Mum by being open in front of her, was working. Misdirection was the key, she would not know that the 'boy' in my sights was my Dad. I went back in the house and followed Dad to the car. I opened the front passenger door and sat down, oops, my skirt had ridden up, and of course I didn't notice. Not much I didn't.

We parked in the car park just to the side of the precinct, always a tight squeeze, and I am sure Dad, standing at the back of the car waiting for me, would have had quite an eyeful as I tried to get out of the car. I smoothed my skirt down.

"Gosh Dad," I said trying to sound exasperated, although in reality I was exhilarated, "these parking spaces are so small, such a tight squeeze."

"Yes baby, indeed they are."

I went back and linked my arm through Dad's and we went off to the post office where Dad handed over a letter that he needed to go recorded delivery. It took only a moment for the woman behind the counter to process the transaction and we were done. As we walked through the precinct, I pulled Dad's arm.

"I want to go in here Dad, only be a minute."

I pulled Dad into Ann Summers, a local saucy lingerie shop. I had no plans to buy anything, but I did want to look, and I knew that they sold Basques, and I wanted to price them, see how much I would have to save. And of course, it would get Dad into a shop full of sexy underwear. I picked up and handled a few items, mostly knickers and then looked at the Basques, holding one up in front of me.

Dad, bless him, was trying to look the other way, but in the other direction was the stand full of vibrators, love eggs and various other toys. I put the Basque back and turned to Dad.

"Right then, you owe me a coffee and a pastry, I can't afford anything in here, no matter how much I might want it."

I pulled Dad from the store and back into the precinct and we went to Hot Java the coffee shop. I looked at the pastries, "I think that Icing covered bun please, and a Mocha," I said to Dad, "I'll go and find a table."

I picked a table near the window and sat facing the counter where Dad stood. He turned to see where I was sitting. I was sitting with my legs apart, he would see my knickers. When he turned around to speak to the server I closed my legs, I wasn't especially keen on other people seeing my knickers, that was reserved for Dad.

Dad came back with the coffees, "the server will bring the pastries," he said as he sat down.

"What especially did you want in that shop?" Dad asked, not quite catching my eye.

"Oh, what Ann Summers? I really wanted the Basque and they had my size too."

"Perhaps I could give you the money to buy it," Dad said.

"Oh wow Dad, that would be fantastic," I said with as big a smile on my face as I could muster.

At that point the server arrived with our pastry, Dad had gone for a vanilla slice, not my favourite, my iced bun lay gleaming before me, I licked my lips and picked it up. Oh, it was so delicious, and it lasted only a few minutes. Dad reached forward with a napkin and wiped my lips.

"They were all shiny with sugar," he said.

"Thanks Dad, no one wants shiny lips." I said, he could take it how he wanted.

Dad finished his vanilla slice and then wiped his own lips, "I could have returned that favour Dad," I said smiling. He just gave me a look.

"Right, if you are done, we can go back to that shop." Dad said, pushing his cup and plate to the centre of the table.

"Yes Dad, I am ready." I got up and followed Dad from the coffee shop and back to Ann Summers. In the store I went to the display that had the Basque and held it up against me facing Dad. "This is the one I want Dad," I said.

"Er, yes, quite, well, best not tell your Mum that you showed it to me," Dad said, a concerned look on his face.

"I'll show you properly Dad when Mum goes out," I said and before Dad could respond, I headed to the pay till. Dad got some cash out of his wallet and handed it over, looking very uncomfortable when the till assistant looked at me and then him, and then back at me. I smiled and then said sweetly, "thank you Daddy."

Again, as I got in the car my skirt seemed to ride up, oh dear. Dad was quiet on the journey home, looking across and down at me a few times, I only saw out of the corner of my eye, I didn't want it to be obvious that I was watching him watching me.

Back home I took my purchase upstairs and left my Birkenstocks in my bedroom before going down to see Mum. Hello Mum," I greeted her as she was peeling potatoes in the kitchen. "Laundry all done?" I asked.

"Yes, perhaps you might consider helping whilst you are at home, there just seems to be so much."

"Of course I will Mum, you only had to ask, I don't want to intrude. Jessica's mum got quite upset when she offered to help, so that is why I didn't say anything."

"Well goodness, fancy getting out of sorts over something like a household chore. And it might be a good idea if you help me with the meals, learn how to prepare them for when you move into your own place."

"Good idea Mum, yes. I know the basics having watched you, but it is the finesse I am missing, knowing how much to prepare for example."

"That comes with experience, but I will help you as we go along."

Dad came in, his face a little red, no idea what he had been doing to make his face go red. He put the kettle on and asked us if we wanted a cup of tea. I said yes, Mum shook her head.

"Not a pot then," Dad said, getting down two mugs off the mug tree and popping a tea bag into each one. When the kettle had boiled he added the boiling water to the mugs, stirring each one before adding the milk. You can definitely put the milk in too soon, no one in this house would make that mistake.

I sat at the kitchen table cradling my tea, holding it to my chest, resting it between my boobs, causing their roundness to be more pronounced. Dad, of course looked and then looked away, looking back every time I took a sip and returned my mug to my chest. "Nice to get something hot in my mouth," I said, "I really needed something."

I carefully did not look Dad in the eyes when I said it, he would have known that I was playing him, no, my game was to let Dad think it was all his idea, all in his mind, not that his darling daughter was leading him along.

"Gemma," Mum said, "don't drip tea on your top, it can be awful to get out."

"What?" I said, "oh, my mug, yes Mum, I wasn't thinking."

Dad was of course staring at my chest; Mum having directed his attention that way. I pressed the mug in harder before pulling it back away, my top only slowly relaxing and easing away from my boobs. Mum could not have done that more perfectly if she had been scripted.

In the morning Mum announced that she was going to Grans, and that she would call in at the supermarket on her way home, so that she would be gone a couple of hours. After she had left I stripped and put on my Basque and the skimpiest pair of knickers I owned and pulled them up tight, my valley showing.

"Dad," I called, "I promised you I would show you, do you want to see?"

Dad came into my room and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Jesus Gemma, I mean, well, that is more suited to a boyfriend that your Dad," he said not taking his eyes off me as I turned before him, showing my profile, the built in lift up bra doing its job, and then my back, my knickers tight into my bum, before turning around, facing Dad, my cleavage on full display, my knickers riding into my crease.

"What do you think Dad, it isn't wrong for me is it? I really want to wear it when I go out on a date. I mean you are not getting the full effect here Dad, I am not wearing stockings. I could put some on for you if you lime," I said, sitting on the edge of my bed and lifting a leg up ready to roll a stocking up my leg.

Dad just nodded. I was facing him, my knickers very tight across my crotch, and I put my left foot into a stocking, slowly rolling it up, clipping it into the Basque suspenders, before letting my leg down and repeating with my right leg.

"Wait there" I said, bending over in front of him and getting my heel shoes from the bottom of my wardrobe, giving Dad an eyeful of my skimpy knickers covered fanny bulge from the rear. Turning back around my cleavage on full display as I stepped into my heels and then stood up.

"Well Dad, what do you think?"

"Very nice," he said, his face a little red and his trousers somewhat tighter than when he came in. "Your Mum used to wear those sorts of things when we were dating and first married."

"Well, it obviously worked for her, she got her man," I said my eyes on his crotch and then lifting my head to look at his face, his eyes seemingly focussed on my own crotch.

"What?" he said, he had been distracted.

"Dad, I said that this sort of clothes worked for Mum, she got you."

"Yes, well, there was more to it than that," he said.

"Well, I better get these off now, Mum will be back in about two to three hours and that time will go so soon." I sat on the edge of the bed and unclipped my stockings and then rolled them down one at a time, again giving Dad a close up of my knickers.

"Are you alright Dad?"

"What? Yes." He said, his eyes again at my crotch.

I looked pointedly at his bulge in his groin. "Are you sure Dad, only, well, it may appear otherwise."

"Your Mum doesn't wear those things anymore."

"Oh, that is a shame, I can see how much you appreciate them, perhaps I could wear them for you if you wanted, if that would help you, you know feel good."

"I don't know that you should." Dad said softly, "I'm not sure I could..."

I stood up and closed the gap to Dad, my breasts almost touching his chest.

"I would like to make you feel good Dad," I said looking up at his eyes.

"We shouldn't do that," he said, his eyes looking down at me, my cleavage on full display to him. I stood a little closer and could feel his hard cock jutting out, Dad gasped as we touched.

"No one would know Dad," I said pressing myself harder against his groin.

His hand moved slightly and cupped my left breast, I gasped with pleasure as a finger and thumb found my nipple under the lace of the Basque.

"Oh Gemma," he gasped as my hand gripped his cock through his trousers. He had made the first move, all I could do was respond.

"Is that what you want Dad, me to make you feel good?"

Dad gulped, swallowing hard, "God yes," he whispered. I undid the belt on his trousers, and then the catch and then slowly I undid his zip. I reached into his underpants and gripped his cock, squeezing it, pushing down his foreskin. Dad grabbed the waist of his trousers and his underpants and pushed them down as far as his knees, I used my right foot to push them down further, he stepped out of them, standing only in his shirt, his cock in my hand.

I began a slow hand wank, moving his foreskin up and down his shaft, squeezing his cock hard as I did so. I sank slowly to my knees and looking up at Dad's face I pushed his cock into my mouth. I thought Dad was going to collapse, his eyes rolled in his head and his knees sagged. I closed my mouth and licked his glans.

"Oh fuck Gem," Dad said, his voice soft and almost gone. I held his balls in my free hand, rolling them inside his sack as my tongue ran around the rim of his cock, sucking a little as I worked his glans. I released his foreskin and mentally smiled as it rolled back over his rim and closed over his glans. I bobbed my head back and forth using my mouth to wank him as my hand lightly squeezed his balls.

I knew what some men liked, and slipped my hand back from his balls, my fingernail grazing along his perineum until I found his crinkle, and I pressed. His knees sagged again, a cry came from his lips as my finger penetrated and I wiggled inside him. Dad made mewling noises as I moved my finger and re-held his balls with my other hand.

I eased my finger out, once more grazing his perineum with my fingernail and let his cock fall from my mouth. I stood up and back from Dad and began undoing the hooks and eyes on my Basque, starting from the bottom working up. When I undid the top one my Basque fell to the floor and my boobs sprang back to their normal shape, no longer squashed and lifted up.

I put my hands on my knickers and slowly pushed them down, lifting my feet one at a time until I was stood naked. I began to undo Dad's shirt buttons and then eased it off him until he too was naked.

"Do you want to put your hard cock inside my hot wet fanny Dad, do you? Do you want to shag me?"

I stepped back until the backs of my knees came upon my bed. I sat and shimmied up the mattress and lay down, my legs apart, my fanny on full display to my Dad. He looked at me, our eyes momentarily locking and then his eyes went south, he looked at my boobs laying on my chest, and then down, passed my navel and then to my crease, his eyes seemed to shine as he saw my sex.

Dad knelt on the bed and then moved my legs further apart with his hands and settled himself between them and leant forward, supporting himself with his hands, his mouth brushed mine and he kissed me. As my eyes closed with the pleasures I felt his cock on my crease. I reached down, grabbed his cock and rubbed it between my wet lips, lubricating him with my juices.

I pressed his cock into my entrance, and with my eyes still closed I put my hands on his buttocks and pushed. He flexed his pelvis and his cock began its journey, passed my entrance, through my opening, widening my fanny, stretching me as he plumbed my depth, I sighed with pleasure, finally my Dad was filling my fanny.