I lay in my bed running over what had just happened. While my parents were both out of town I had tried to lure over my useless boyfriend Josh for a naughty night of passion. The plan was to get him home and into my parent's bedroom then have him make love to me while I called him "Daddy". It was a kink of mine that I at last wanted to explore. What ended up happening was SO much better than that. Josh blew me off to hang out with his college mates. I ended up falling asleep on my parent's bed where in the dark of night my Dad, who had come home early from his business trip, found me. Mistaking me for my mother he did things to me, forbidden things, until he discovered the truth. I could have stopped it at any time but I didn't. He got angry, he kicked me out of the room, he said we would never ever speak of it.
We might not speak of it but he couldn't erase what happened.
What a night! I had lived a blessed life thus far but this was easily the best night of my young life.
For the rest of that night I get very little sleep. I lay in the dark of my room staring up into the darkness with a silly grin on my face. All I could think about was my father. His strong arms and his manly scent, his big hands and his thick cock, his deep voice and his powerful kiss. Ohhhh, the way he held me...it was heaven. I now knew what it meant to be with a man. A real man. Ridiculous little boys like Josh would never turn my head again.
My pussy still sang with joy. It felt raw and used and wonderfully well fucked. I could still remember that magical moment and the deep powerful throb as he came inside of me. I could still feel his seed in my pussy and I silently thank him for that special gift. I told him I was on the pill to make him feel better. It was a lie but I knew I wasn't ovulating...I was pretty sure anyway. And if I lay very still and concentrate I could still feel his rough hands groping my tits and his arms holding me tight.
The longer I lay there the more and more outrageous my thoughts became. An ugly knot of jealousy began to grow inside me. What was so wrong about what we did? Why should Mom get him all to herself? She wasn't the only one who loved him. She wasn't the only one to yearn for his touch. Why shouldn't Daddy enjoy his hot 19 year old daughter anytime he wanted? Why shouldn't I...
"Gah!" I let out a sigh and shake my head. These thoughts were crazy. Literally insane. What had gotten into me? My wicked smile returns. Daddy had gotten into me. Deep and hard into me. Ohhhh, that moment when he came inside of me...ohhhhh it was heaven!
I shake my head again and bring myself back down to Earth. No Fawn, this wasn't right. This was seriously fucked up! What happened happened. It was a memory I knew I would always cherish but it wasn't something that would ever happen again. My priority now had to be making amends. I needed to make things right with my father again. He was my Daddy and I was his little girl, he meant the absolute world to me. He had been so angry when he sent me from his room, angrier than he'd ever been, and understandably so! I had been a terrible daughter to allow that to happen. I prayed I hadn't messed things up with him beyond the point of repair.
I make a resolution that tomorrow I would do everything I could to mend our father-daughter relationship...right after I got my ass to a clinic for a morning after pill! Jesus I'd been irresponsible this night. The fantasy was over and it was time to get back to reality.
I manage to get a couple more hours sleep before I finally roll out of bed. I slip into a long oversized t shirt I used as a nightie then slip across the hall to clean up. I still had the dried love sweat and other secretions on my body from the night before. The hallway is quiet and my parent's door was still closed at the end of the hall. I take a very quick and very hot shower. As I scrub and rub my naked body of the smell of the taboo sex I had experienced I once more feel that glow of happiness all through me. All I could think about was my father's big strong hands handling and fondling me and holding me.
"Mmmmm." I hum happily as I grab my breast as he had the night before. If I had more time I would have put the hand held shower nozzle to good use but I wanted to be sure to talk to Dad before he left for the day.
I rinse off, dry off, brush my long blonde hair, and pull my nightie on. When I step back out into the hall I could hear the low bass of my father's voice in his room. He was talking on the phone to someone. I pause a moment, wondering if it was my mother he was talking to, before turning to head downstairs. I consciously tamp down the irrational feelings of jealousy toward my mom as I go.
I go straight to the kitchen and immediately start pulling out food from the fridge. Eggs, bacon, various fruit and berries, etc. I dance and spin across the kitchen, the cold tile against my bare feet doesn't bother me a bit. I had that morning after buzz, drifting gleefully about on cloud 9. I get a pot of coffee going then busy myself with fixing the best damned breakfast I could make. I knew my father would be angry no matter what I did but I also knew some coffee and a good freshly made breakfast in his belly couldn't hurt my cause. He was a man of large appetites and I wanted to be the one to quell those hungers.
As I fix breakfast I look out over our expansive back yard to the the trees beyond. My eyes drift upward. The sun was bright, the sky was a lovely Cerulean blue, and a few fluffy white clouds drifted lazily by. Everything just seemed...better. The colors were richer, the light was warmer, everything just shone with natural beauty. It was such a wonderful day. I truly couldn't remember such a nice day as this.
I begin to hum a cheerful little song and wiggle my tush in a little dance as I slice into a cantaloupe to start a fruit salad.
***
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
I hear my father's slow heavy footfalls as he comes down the stairs. His stride was plodding and even hesitant. He was surely dreading this first, sure to be excruciatingly awkward, encounter between us since our nighttime adventure.
My heart was beating and my breath caught in my throat. I honestly had no idea what to expect. I didn't know what I would say or what he would say. I can only pray for the best.
Thump, thump, thump.
His foot steps go quiet as he hits floor level. I wait anxiously, checking over the plate I had made for him a third time to make sure everything was picture perfect.
He appears in the hallway, standing just outside the kitchen. His large form fills the entry and I am immediately struck with a bolt of powerful arousal. He looked good! Real good. The morning light reflecting up off the white tile floor gave his handsome bearded face a warm radiance. The little bit of gray in his beard and hair made him look so dashing and distinguished. He was already dressed and ready to go out. He wore slate black trousers and a nice cobalt blue collared shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows revealing his thick hairy forearms. The top button of the shirt was undone allowing a little glimpse of his upper chest. God he filled out those clothes so damn well.
I could see right away that the anger from the night before was long gone. In its place was shame and resentment. It killed me seeing him like this. I never meant to hurt him.
It also bothered me that I wasn't feeling the same. Where was my shame? Where was my regret? It stung that I'd hurt my father, but for the taboo act itself...nothing. No guilt or remorse. Quite the opposite. I LOVED the fact that it had happened! What the hell was wrong with me? I push those those thoughts from my mind.
There is a moment of tense silence before he says. "I'm going out." His piercing blue eyes were focused on a random spot on the wall off to my right. He didn't even want to look at me and that broke my heart. He turns to go.
"Wait!" I say. "Wait...I, uh, I made you breakfast."
He peers back over his wide shoulder. I motion towards the perfectly arranged plate I had so painstakingly put together. He thinks about it then shakes his head and turns away. "I gotta go."
"Dad, I made it for you."
He takes a step toward the front door.
"Daddy...please." I say softly. "I need us to be normal again. I'm sorry. Please stay."
