First off (again). A HUGE thank you to my editor, Kenjisato who made this story readable.... And even enjoyable.
This two-part story is about how I developed an indescribable urge to have sex with my Dad.
NOTE: All characters are over eighteen and exist only in my head; any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
NOTE 2: I am Swedish and I am doing my best. Please be nice to me and understand that it will NOT be grammatically correct, and some small misspellings are to be expected; instead, please look at the whole picture.
AND, PLEASE rate and comment; I seriously want to know what you think.
Steve
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Main character.
Me, Jules, 19 years old.
Steve, my dad, 39 years old
Eve, my Mom, 39 years old
Amanda, Dad's secretary, 40 years old
Lisa, 20 years old, one of my dad's clients
Emma, around 20, one of my dad's clients
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I know that it is wrong, a girl shouldn't want to have sex with her father... I know, but, when you've read the reasons why, then you'll understand.
It started one day when I woke up really early; I was half awake, and trying to work out where I was.
My door was open, and somewhere in between reality and the dream world, I heard a door squeak; seconds later, I saw Daddy walk past my room, stark naked - his semi-erect cock, leading the way.
I closed my eyes quickly in shock.
After he visited the bathroom, he walked back to his room, and for some reason that I can't explain, I got up and followed him. Dad had left his door ajar, I tiptoed to it and peeked in.
There was a glow coming from my father's phone. I glanced down to where his crotch would be, but there didn't seem to be anything happening. I waited, awake enough to keep me watching out of curiosity. After perhaps two minutes, I noticed movement beneath the bed cover.
I couldn't see what was on the phone, but I could sure make out the shape of his hand working up and down the length of a quite impressive penis.
Another minute passed, and then Dad moved the covers aside, revealing his erection as he held it vertically toward the ceiling, stroking it up and down. Occasionally, he changed hands, swapping the phone that he held just above his chest, and working his dick with the other.
I was entranced... I kind of forgot about the fact that it was my father after a while; it was just a hard cock being stroked.
I started getting horny... I wondered what he was masturbating to, with Mom right beside him, but soon realized he was watching porn.
The head of his cock was glistening with pre-cum. Dad's fist slipped over the top and started twisting around the head. Listening closely, I could hear the slick movement of his fist on his dick. I slipped a hand into my panties, my fingers found my wet slit, then I slipped them in between my lips and back up over my clit.
I watched, feeling guilty, and yet oddly excited at the same time; right up until the time Mom stirred in her sleep. Dad dropped his phone to his chest to hide the light from the screen as he kept jerking hard.
I was horny as fuck. I hadn't quite cum, but I knew I was getting close. My mind was all over the place and many of those places weren't socially acceptable.
His large hand grabbed Mom's left buttock firmly, squeezing.
Soon, his fingers started to delve into the cleft of her buttocks and the aching need in my pussy had me wiggling my fingers around, watching Dad trying to wake up Mom...
In her sleep, she parted her legs for him, happily giving him the access he sought. I watched his fingers slide gently over Mom's hairy pussy, as she started moaning. Dad put the phone down, pulled Mom's panties off, separated her legs, and moved his head in between her legs. My God, was
I actually gonna watch Daddy eat Mom's pussy?
His head dipped between her legs, and I watched his tongue caress Mom in the most intimate way. It slid along her lips and then back up between them, probing within. I sighed in bliss, as he sent pleasure coursing through Mom with his tongue, I furiously rubbed my aching pussy.
He was attentive and delightful in his application. He teased, stroked, probed, and licked, building Mom's pleasure closer and closer to orgasm with every passing moment. God, I wanted his mouth. And cock.
He wasn't giving it to me, though, but Mom... I felt a strep of jealousy flow through me. He kept licking Mom until she came with a squeal, her body shook and shuddered in joy. His fingers caressed her gently, as wave after wave of pure heaven washed through her body.
"Oh, God..." Mom cried out, grabbing his erect, slippery cock, and she slid her small hand down over him, squeezing firmly, entranced by the feel of his erection within her grasp.