My parents got divorced this winter right after I turned 18, and my mother moved out. I had always had fantasies about having sex with my parents (especially my father), but was never brave enough to act on them until the divorce. The following is the true story of what happened when my dad and I finally lived alone together. Note: It has been 4 months since this first encounter, and my father and I now have sex on a regular basis. As for my mother, we had never had sex until this past weekend when I finally made love to her for the first time. I will make that my next story : )
I have always been a daddy's girl. I am the only child, and therefore was quite spoiled by both parents, but especially by my father. Growing up, he gave me everything I ever wanted. He and I were inseparable, and we always had a special kind of bond. Ever since I was young, I felt like my dad had feelings for me that went beyond just father-daughter feelings. I remember from the time I was 5 on, I would get out of bed in the morning to go eat breakfast and my father would walk through the living room after his shower wearing only his skin-tight briefs, exposing his massive penis. As a young child, my mother thought nothing of this, but as I got older and into my early teen years, my mother confronted him and told him she felt it was inappropriate. He always smirked at her, and would walk past me with a wink as he watched me stare at his package. When he would leave for work and kiss me goodbye, he always gave me intensely long kisses, another sign to me that he had special feelings for me. At the time, I knew it was wrong, but I too began developing feelings for my father. Throughout my teenage years, I would hear my parents having sex and fantasize about joining them, but of course I never had the courage. That all changed 4 months ago when my parents got divorced.
I decided to live with my dad, and my mom moved to an apartment down the street. From the get go, there was instant sexual tension between my dad and I, but neither of us knew what to do with it. One night when he came home from work, he found me doing laundry in our cramped laundry room. He came in and began running his fingers through my hair and asking how my day was. He said he had been thinking about me all day, and then he leaned down to kiss me. At first, it was just a regular kiss, but soon he began pressing his tongue into my mouth. A shockwave went through me, and I was instantly turned on. I began kissing him passionately, and we made out for several minutes. He finally stepped back and said "What are we doing, baby girl?"
"I know you want me, daddy. You always have" I replied.
"And do you want me?" he asked.
I nodded my head and began kissing him again. We stumbled into his bedroom that he used to share with my mother and fell onto the bed. I got on top of him and began gently moving my hips as we continued to kiss.
"I have wanted this for a long time," he said between kisses.
"I know," I said. "This is finally our chance."
He reached under my shirt and unhooked my bra. He ripped them both off of me and began massaging my breasts. I leaned down and placed my erect nipple in his mouth, and he sucked on it as I continued to sway my hips.
"Mmmmmm, that feels so good" I moaned. He ran his hands up and down my sides as he sucked my breast in his mouth and teased my nipple with his tongue. I could feel his hardness beneath his pants, and so I slid down and began unfastening his belt and taking off his pants.
"I am so hard for you, baby. But are you sure you want to do th--?"
Before he could finish his sentence, I was struggling to get his briefs off over his massive erection. Once they were off, I instantly began licking my father's penis from it's head all the way down it's shaft.
