"You shouldn't do that."
"Why?"
"Don't you think you're a little old to be sitting on your father's lap?" My mother asked, annoyance thick in her voice.
"It's movie night, we always cuddle on movie night," I replied.
"You're 18 years old. You ought to be able to sit in your own seat," Mom huffed.
"For God's sake, Barbara. We're not bothering anyone. You prefer her to come over to cuddle with you?" My dad said with teasing in his voice.
"Ha! I think not," My Mother laughed and leaned the recliner back so her feet went up. My Mom never sat on the couch because then she would have to be near us. She was never one for hugs, cuddling, or affection. In fact, since I was old enough to understand sex, I never knew my parents to have sex. Really, I have no idea how they made me at all or why my father married her, since affection seemed to be an allergy of hers. I always felt sad for my dad because of that. Maybe that was why our Friday night cuddling began.
"Fine, I guess there's just more cuddles for Annie and I," my dad said and I felt his fingertips move like spiders up and down my ribs and under my arms.
I yelped and giggled uncontrollably as I squirmed and hopped on my dad's lap. "Dad! Stop!" I screamed between laughter, tears filling my eyes, "Daddy!"
"Oh, would you two hush up. I can't hear the movie!" Mom complained and Dad's fingers stopped.
"Sorry, mom," I said, catching my breath.
"Sorry, Mom," my Dad repeated. I looked over my shoulder and shared a goofy face that made us both giggle before I adjusted the covers on us and returned to watching the action movie my Mom picked out.
It was only moments later that I noticed a bulge prodding my tailbone and making it quite impossible to get comfortable. I adjusted in my father's lap until the hard object was pushed down between my legs. It was at the exact moment I felt the bump rub down my ass crack that I realized the object I was adjusting was my Daddy penis. His hard, erect penis.
I froze. My cheeks turned hot and went pale at the same time. Worried I did something wrong, I shrank where I sat, waiting to be scolded. My Dad was a good dad and he was quick to reassure me. I jumped when his palms returned to my ribs, startled by the touch so soon after his tickling but he wasn't tickling this time.
His palms were warm, and I felt them pull me back, urging me to relax my back against his chest. Licking my lips, I did so and felt the heat radiating from my Daddy's chest. Slowly, his hands wrapped around my belly, underneath my arms. I felt his fingers brush over my breasts through my shirt. They cupped my breasts, and I gasped. I might have been 18, but I was still a virgin. I hadn't even ever had a boyfriend, yet.
No... No one has ever touched me like that before,
I thought as his hands squeezed my chest gently, and I squinted and clenched my thighs together. Just then, the hard bulge flexed, and I felt it press just below my sex. I gasped and quickly concealed the sound with a cough. I glanced at my Mom, who sat to our left and was still enthralled with her movie.
After minutes, but what felt like hours, of daddy's fingers circling my nipples and groping my chest, I was beginning to pant without realizing it. I wasn't sure what was happening. It was like I had lost control of my body. My cheeks were flushed, my breathing increased, my nipples ached, and suddenly my inner thighs felt slippery. If any other man had this effect on me, I would stop it at once, but I trusted my Daddy.
He knows what he's doing.
That was when his hands slid down my body. I wore a simple pink tank top with matching pink short shorts that were a little baggy even around my thick thighs. When Daddy's hands pushed between my thighs, I felt my belly do a somersault like I was riding a rollercoaster. Hesitantly, I spread my legs, letting my knees hang to the side. Biting my lower lip, I felt his hands rub my inner thighs. They were starting to get sweaty and clammy beneath the blanket but we couldn't do anything about that while my mother was only feet away.
My eyes wandered up from the TV as Daddy's hands wandered down my thighs. By the time his hand rested on my crotch, and while I didn't know why, my mind begged for him to rub me. Daddy, being so kind, obliged. I felt his middle finger pressed down on my tiny slit and rubbed up and down slowly. My hips raised slightly to meet his touch and encourage him to press harder, but I was already struggling to keep quiet. I could feel the crotch of my shorts turn wet--I must have been leaking or something--but God, I didn't care. I just didn't want this feeling to stop.
I wanted Daddy's touch to be faster, I wanted it harder, I... I wanted Daddy inside me, but I couldn't. Minutes went by as Mommy watched her movie and I struggled to keep from moving, to keep from crying out, to keep from giving away what was happening between Daddy and his Daughter beneath these covers.
By the time the movie was climaxing, I was feeling the same thing happening to me. At least I think I was? I had never orgasmed before, and I didn't know if I liked it. My arms and legs were trembling, my heart was racing, and something inside me was bubbling over. It felt like my bones were trying to crawl out of my skin. Daddy's fingers rubbed on my crotch in the perfect spot, and my toes curled as the orgasm peaked. It was only by luck that we were not caught. The epic gunfight in the movie was loud and happened at the same time that squeaks of moans slipped between my pinched lips. My eyes rolled backward just as I felt a squirt of moisture completely soak my shorts.
When I finally recovered and realized what had happened, my first instinct was to check on my Mom--
still watching the ending of the movie.
My next instinct was to hop off my Dad's lap before my mess stained his pants, but Daddy's hands gripped my hips tightly and kept me on his lap. His hands slid over my legs and side as I calmed down. My breathing finally slowed when the movie ended and my Mother stood.
"I'm going to bed. Are you coming?" My mother asked my father.
"I think we'll start another movie. What do you say, baby girl?" he asked me. I nodded and smiled, not trusting my voice to speak.
