Holidaying With Dad

My life was very ordinary, very simple and very quiet until I was thirty. I had left school, 'gone away' to university and by away, I mean like one hundred and fifty miles away from home. Like many other university students, I settled into the town that I had studied in, so I remained a hundred and fifty miles away from home, my parents and all of my old friends.

I went through several boyfriends in the twelve years from leaving home but none of them ever lasted long enough for me to want to take them home. My friends all said that I was too busy looking for a man that was the image of my father or a man who could replace my father. I didn't see it myself but several of my friends pointed out that each man I hooked up with looked like they could be my father's twin brother.

I made a point of returning home for special days, my birthday, naturally, my parent's birthdays and Christmas but apart from that, I was very happy to be living that far away from my old home. Things changed slightly just after my thirtieth birthday, my mother passed away suddenly, she was only forty-eight years old, fit and well one day and dead with just a week's warning. I had taken the call from my father while I was at work, my mother had taken herself off to the doctors because she felt under the weather and the doctor phoned my father as well as an ambulance to take my mother into hospital.

My boss was great; I was given immediate leave on compassionate grounds and headed straight for the hospital. Even after a three hour drive I was still in the hospital before my mother had finished going through the admission process, she was still laying in a passageway on a trolley bed waiting for a bed on a wad to be found for her.

Something was definitely out of place, I had never been in my parent's company without them holding hands, kissing and cuddling, in fact, as I sat there, tears streaming down my face, watching my father pacing up and down as my mother lay almost comatose on the trolley, I rationalised that the reason that I wanted to live so far away was because my parents were far too loving as I was growing up.

Memories came flooding back to me of the sights and sounds of my childhood, the days where they sat on the sofa cuddling and kissing while I watched the TV or did my homework from school and at night, I heard them having sex together almost every night of my life up to the point that I left home. I have to say that I had been successful over the years in hiding the memories from myself, my friends who had done the 'trick cyclists' training at university would have said that I was suffering from a classic Oedipus complex and running away from my parents' house so that I wouldn't see my mother making love to my father (in the non-fucking way of course) and I could erase their lovemaking from my mind as I looked for men over and over again that would measure up to my father.

I stayed around for the week until after my mother passed away and then I helped my father to arrange the funeral, one last act of love from my father towards my mother. My dad held it together until after the funeral and then he aged twenty years overnight. He was definitely suffering from depression but I had work commitments and had to return to my own life.

I promised myself that I would pop down to see my father in a few weeks to see how he was coping on his own. I sadly missed that planned visit and before I knew it, it was Christmas and I had to take extra holidays to sort out his Christmas, just the way my mother always did it for us before she passed away.

I didn't enjoy Christmas, for the first time in my life I had to work and work hard to make Christmas happen, for the most part my father was grateful that I had gone to all that trouble but he was still seriously depressed, he looked more like a seventy year old man than a fifty year old.

I have to say that I was really glad to be back at work in the New Year, I was given a surprise job swap at work, from selling manuscripts and books to shops and suppliers, putting authors biographies out in the right places, like newspapers and the movers and shakers in the publishing world and the new job I was given was E-publishing. I needed a similar range of skills, did the same kind of work but in my new job I could sit anywhere in the world, the raw manuscript would come to me electronically and I'd convert it into an E-book and not just one format, there were at least six different formats for E-publications.

I had broken up with my last boyfriend in November just before Christmas and was once again making the rounds of all the places that I had picked up men in the past, by February, I had three disastrous one night stands and was about to allow a fourth man to fuck me when I saw him imitate one of my father's little quirks. The guy must have been totally confused, there I was a dead cert, a confused and vulnerable woman who three of his friends had already fucked and just as he took his trousers off, I bolted for the door.

The end of February brought me another surprise, an email from my father, he had joined in a computer course, 'Computing for the terrified' run by the local library service and adult education, I have no idea where he got my email address from so it really did come out of the blue. The message was simple, "Forcing myself to get off of my arse and out of the house, trying to get my shit together one step at a time."

I got at least one email a week from my father, each time he was in his computing lesson, probably more contact than we had in the whole of the ten years before. In June he asked me what I was doing for my summer holiday. I hadn't actually taken my summer holiday in four years, my colouring made summer sun holidays a painful and risky business, I burned so easily, had all the pain and within days my skin was back to being its usual alabaster colour.

"I need to get away, please come with me, let me take you on holiday like I did when you were a child."

I wanted to reply that my mother did most of the planning, booking and organising for our family holidays but my dad seemed to be trying really hard, fighting to get over the death of the woman he had loved since he was fourteen and she was twelve years old.

"Okay, you book the holiday but give me as much notice of dates as you can so I can arrange things with work."

Mid July, he had booked everything; he even remembered to check that I had a passport that had at least six months to run and that I had the E111 card as we would be holidaying in Europe. I didn't ask too many questions about the holiday, I knew that I had to turn up at Gatwick Airport on the Monday before eight o'clock; my father would be waiting by the airport chapel, a good focal point in such a huge airport.

The flight was to Athens, that was a little bit of a shock, Athens in July would fry me in seconds but I'd just have to learn to smile and deal with it, I'd have to wear long sleeves and long skirts throughout the day. At Athens we transferred to a huge ocean going cruise ship, check-in was manic, over three thousand people were joining the ship over a three hour period, we all had to have our photograph taken and an electronic key card manufactured, that would be used as the door key as well as the boarding pass / passport at each of the ports we were due to stop in.

"I'm in two fifty-two, what cabin are you in dad?"

He suddenly got a very worried look on his face, "Two fifty-two as well, don't worry, I'll sort it out, as soon as the queue goes down I'll go and ask for another cabin, an extra cabin."

The long and the short of it was that the ship was totally full, my dad had fucked up the booking when he did the holiday online, he had used our first and last names and his address for both of us so we looked like husband and wife rather than father and daughter, we would have to share the cabin for a fortnight. I suppose that we could have left the ship but Athens isn't the kind of place anyone in their right mind would want to go for a fortnight's holiday, well, no one under fifty at any rate. We'd just have to work something out, check out the cabin and hope to Christ that it had twin beds that could be pushed a long way apart.

The cabin was lovely, it was very hot though, the large glass doors out onto the balcony did nothing to keep the almost forty degree centigrade heat out of the cabin, the air conditioner was running flat out but it could only knock five or six degrees off of the temperature in the room. There was a lovely bathroom, very clean, very spacious but the big downside of the cabin for me was that the bed was a double. Not even a king sized, just a standard four foot six inch wide bed.

My father and I looked at each other, just looked, nothing was said, my dad had made a mistake, a genuine mistake and he had tried to rectify it but the ship was totally full. The ship had left port and we were in the dining room eating dinner when another thought popped into my head causing me to exclaim out loud, "Fucking hell!" My dad asked what was wrong; he thought there was a problem with the food. "I need to find a shop in the first port, I need a couple of nighties, I don't actually own a night dress, I haven't worn anything to bed since I was seventeen.

My father's face turned a little pink, "No, your mother and I never wore anything in bed either cut that's been thirty-five years so far, not just fourteen years like you!"

I used the bathroom first, I kept my bra and knickers on, then I chickened out and pulled a long t-shirt on as well. I felt hot in the bathroom before I even got into the bed. While I was in the bedroom my dad pulled the duvet out of its case and folded it up and left it on the chair in the corner of the cabin. I slipped under the thin cotton cover while my father did his toilet and I turned out the lights in the cabin before he came out of the bathroom. He had to open the door to be able to turn the light off as the switch was outside the bathroom door. I didn't want to look, in fact, I tried to look away but too late, I saw him standing in the doorway wearing just his boxer shorts, a pair of pink and white candy stripped underpants.

The bed bounced as my father got in next to me and wriggled down under the empty duvet case. The sun had gone down two hours earlier and the air conditioner was working flat out but the cabin was still thirty degrees centigrade. As I expected, within seconds I was tugging at the bottom of my t-shirt trying to straighten it out, it had twisted around my body like a boa constrictor, strangling my lower body, trying to suffocate me. I was spinning like a Catherine Wheel within minutes and my father put up with it for thirty minutes before he placed his hand on my shoulder to stop me.

"Why don't we just admit defeat, I'm uncomfortable and can't sleep, you're uncomfortable and can't sleep, so, why can't we just be adult about things? Let's just get comfortable, it's too hot in here to be fighting our clothes as well the heat."

The bed bounced a little as my father wriggled out of his underpants and then lay at my side totally naked. I waited a minute or two and then slipped out of my t-shirt, ten minutes later I removed my bra and then my panties and I lay there in bed totally naked too.

It still took a while to fall asleep and after about an hour I felt my father's hand slip over my waist and his palm rested on my abdomen, I was slightly groggy from sleep and the fact that it was either very late at night or very early in the morning but I suddenly realised that my father and I were spooning together, I could feel the heat of his cock against my buttocks. I froze momentarily, held my breath as I listened to my father, he was sleeping but a very disturbed sleep, he was talking to my mother in his sleep, obviously dreaming about her when she was alive.

I began to breathe again, then his hips twitched and he pulled me against him slightly by pressing on my abdomen, he mumbled, "It's been a long time, so long, I've been so lonely for so long." His hips twitched again and then the heat against my bottom increased, I felt his cock move, it must have been coiled up like a snake as it lay sleeping like the rest of him. It seemed to take an age but eventually his cock stood to attention against my lower back, his balls were lower than my bottom but the head of his cock was way, way up my back.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine just how big my father's cock was, certainly double the size of any of my boyfriends or my one night stands. I was pulled back against my father harder and he rolled his hips slightly, rubbing his cock further up my back. "Please Debby, please; you've never made me go so long before." My father mumbled in his sleep.

I felt my dad draw his hips away from my bottom and his cockhead slipped down my spine until it reached the soft flesh of my buttocks, then he, kind of, probed me, tentatively pressing his cockhead and then moving slightly and pressing again and again as he mumbled, "Help me Debby, please help me."

I don't know what I was thinking of but my hand slipped behind my back and I reached down for his cockhead, his cock must have been absolutely huge, it totally filled my palm as I grasped at it. I rolled my hand around his cockhead before allowing my hand to slip down his cock's shaft, as I rubbed down to his balls I tried to estimate its length, ten inches, perhaps even longer, I had never taken such a monster in me in my life before, no wonder no man had ever measured up to my father before, he was a monster, super human in fact.

My dad mumbled for help again, I lifted my leg and then tilted my hips slightly as I pushed his cock down, rubbing his massive cockhead along the valley between my buttocks and over my anal opening before pushing it past my perineum. I held my father's cock against my cunt's opening, my body had taken on a life of its own, my lubricant was flowing like it had never flowed before.

I had his cock at my opening for what seemed like an age, I was trying to push him into my body but trying not to be too aggressive, I didn't want him to wake up and pull away from me, he would be so mortified if he woke and found us in that position, "Please Debby, please!" Suddenly and without warning my father bucked his hips against me and boy was I glad that I was holding his cock against my vagina and not the other hole that lived down there.

I cried out in pain as his cock head forced past my labia and I could hear an audible 'Pop!' as he burst into me. "Shh! Shush Debby, you'll wake Victoria." My father raised his upper body and turned my face towards his over my shoulder and he kissed me on the lips, not to kiss me so much as to stop me crying out in pain as he pushed another inch of his cock up me.

He broke our kiss to let me pant through the pain of having such a monster cock in my cunt and then he pressed his lips against mine as he thrust again, two inched more of his cock forced its way into me and I was just about as full as I could be, I could feel his cockhead pressing up into the floor of my womb or the roof of my vagina, either way, I had never felt anything like it before in my life.

My father's tongue snaked into my mouth and I accepted it, welcomed it even, he eased his hips back slightly relieving the pressure on my womb slightly as his cock slipped out about a half of an inch, then he slowly pressed forwards again. After four or five thrusts I was gasping for a very different reason, gasping through the most powerful orgasm of my life.

'No wonder my mother loved this man!' Went through my head as I began to clamber down the slopes if Mount Climax. I was rolled onto my face and my father moved his body over mine, "I'm sorry Vicky, I know I'm weak!" was whispered into my ear and then my dad began to pound the living daylights out of me, fucking me to the point that I thought I could easily die with the pain and the pleasure of it all.

I'm certain sure, absolutely positive that when my dad started to fuck me he was fast asleep but he had obviously woken up and now he was determined to have the first climax in just under a year. And when I say climax, I mean a volcanic eruption of red hot seminal lava and he climaxed and shot off with so much force and power that I felt that I was being pushed off of his cock from the inside.

"I'm sorry darling, this isn't what I wanted to happen, you have every right to hate me now for doing that to you!"

I didn't know what he was going on about, he had given me the fuck of a lifetime, well, to that point in my life but I was already picturing how much more of his cock he could get in me if we were face to face, doing me from behind like that, at least half of his length was outside, making the journey passed my buttocks.

I was lying in a pool of sweat on a soaking wet sheet; I took my dad by the hand and led him into the bathroom. I turned the light on and even flaccid, his cock hung down almost to his knees, I gave a low whistle of appreciation at the sheer size of him. We showered together and then dragged the mattress out onto the balcony. I covered the mattress in a bath sheet and we lay out in the cool pre-dawn might, we slept and we fucked again as the dawn broke, my dad insisted in taking me from behind again though as he didn't want to hurt me too much by going too far too fast.

After another short sleep we fucked again around eight o'clock in the morning before showering again and heading off to breakfast. I eves-dropped in on a conversation between two couples in the buffet line collecting their food, one couple were in three fifty-two, the cabin directly above the one my father and I were in. "Did you hear that newlywed couple in the night, they were at it all night long, we got no sleep at all because of them. We asked for a move but the ship is totally full, so I guess we're just expected to put up with it."

We docked in the port of a small island while we ate breakfast, there was one advantage of that particular stop, we were on the shady side of the ship rather than in the full sun as we had been in Athens. There was a disadvantage though; our balcony was looking out over some kind of office block or hotel block. My dad wanted an after breakfast fuck and even though he had fucked me from behind and he had been very gentle during the second and third fucks, I was still too sore to take a third fuck so soon.

My dad had the look of a scalded little puppy on his face when I told him that I was too sore for sex again so soon and anyway, we couldn't fuck out on the balcony with an office block or hotel looking down into our cabin. In the end, I took pity on him and gave him hand relief, he persuaded me that the building was too far away from us for anyone to actually see into our cabin and simply hanging a towel over the balustrade of our balcony gave us all the privacy we needed. I even stripped off totally to give my dad hand relief so that he could look at my body as I did it to him.

We spent an hour in the pool, we seemed to be totally alone on the ship, everyone was out on the island doing tours or shopping or just soaking up the Greek cafe culture around the docks and the beach. Before the ship departed my dad popped into town and brought some cream to use to help rid me of my sore pussy.

We fucked at least twice a day, every day of the holiday and on those occasions that my dad wanted sex and I was a little sore, I used my hands, my mouth, my tits and my inner thighs to get him off, I couldn't believe just how much sex he needed in a day, every day and how the hell did he survive for almost a year without sex after my mother passed away?

We agreed right from the off that I would stop calling him dad, if anyone asked we'd say we were husband and wife, that was even believable too after a few fucks my dad was back to his youthful looks and the spring in his step.