My mother and father have grown apart over the years. Both had their affairs but kept the unit together "for the kids". I remember being 17, desperately trying to keep my father's attention and watching him flirt with many young women, wondering, what do they have that I don't have?
Those kind of "daddy issues" got me into a hot and heavy relationship with my college advisor who was 27 years my senior.
I needed to go back "home," heal and handle my business. I needed to mature and detach from my neediness. I wasn't sure how, but I knew my father was the key.
My father was out washing the car in his usual bathrobe with nothing underneath, when I drove up the driveway. He greeted me with a big smile.
For some reason, seeing him turned me on. I got a little tingle between my legs.
This is so vile. He would be disgusted if he ever knew these thoughts. Detach.
"PAPI!" I was so happy to see him.
He pecked me on the lips. Usual.
I hugged him, he squeezed my body against his and I felt an erection. Unusual.
"How's my beautiful baby girl?" He said with a big smile.
"I'm good," I was taken aback by the sudden need to climb up on top of him and feel the tip of his cock against the wetness on my panties.
DETACH.
"I'm going to take a shower before dinner, can I help you with anything" I say, but hoping he says no?. I need to go take care of my "business" behind closed doors.
"No baby, go relax, I'll be in in a little while." And he went back to washing the car.
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I could't lock my old bedroom's door fast enough. It has become a guest room of sorts. A hodgepodge of books, mismatched sheets, some of my father's things (as I guess they tend now to sleep separately) and a BETA deck? I haven't seen one of those since I was a kid.
I opened my bag and got out my trusty "pocket rocket", pulled down my pants and splayed out onto the mattress. I didn't even close the blinds. Something about seeing daddy in the distance, unaware what I was doing, was sending me over the edge.
I finger-fucked myself and used that vibrator. I thought about my father's cock pushed up inside of me. I came in 10 seconds flat.
Is this the way I would get over my daddy issues? Creating real daddy issues.
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While waiting for the shower to heat up, I just HAD TO look at the movies on BETA. "Smokey & The Bandit" (A classic), "A Clockwork Orange," (creepy), "DD" (hmmm).
Yup, had to put it into the machine and press PLAY. There I saw a grown "daddy" showering with his grown "daughter", and he kept saying "I need to make sure you are clean inside and out". And then he washed her very hairy 70's bush with his hands. He soaped up his dick. He foamed them both up well and demands "now open up and let daddy in." And with that, he placed his cock deep into her pussy. She kept moaning, and he kept fucking her until they both came in the shower.
I didn't notice my fingers all up in my pussy, the shower steaming the room or the knock on the bedroom door.
"Honey, your mom isn't going to be back for dinner, so I'm going to get in the hot tub and we can eat later," dad declared.
Did he hear the porn? FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I really need to get my head together.
I quickly shower and find my own bathrobe.
I put on a bikini and wrap myself up.
I walk out to the hot tub.
My dad is so cool. He is a Latin Lover. From Argentina. He is tall, he is built and he is suave with his words and his presence. I cannot imagine my mother cheating on him, but if the old saying rings true: "show me a beautiful woman and I'll show you a man who's tired of fucking her," the same must be in reverse. I just cannot imagine anyone getting tired of this Adonis. I have been having wet dreams about him since I can remember.
But it doesn't seem like he cares about rejection. There is always an endless supply of women willing to throw themselves at him. (Me included).
He is in the hot tub, sipping on his wine and enjoying his quiet time. I stare at him from a distance. He sniffs the wine like a predator sniffs out his prey, just before he's ready to pounce. I watch as his lips touch the rim of the glass. His tongue edges out of his mouth and into the red liquid. And all I can think of is his tongue on me, his hands all over my body, his cock in my mouth and how he would feel if he was cleaning me deep inside my own pussy.
I am dripping wet and I haven't even touched the water.
He catches my eyes and lifts a glass to indicate I should come over and join him.
I am wearing his oversized bathrobe. I am 5'6", long wavy brown hair, sultry brown eyes, perky C-cup breasts and an extremely high and tight ass thanks to my years of playing soccer.
I sit on the edge of the tub across from my Papi. I have no idea why I am nervous. For God's sake, I have known this man my entire life and I have never been intimidated. But right now, without my mother present, after everything I have been feeling and what I just saw, I think no one will ever be good enough for my daddy, except for me.
And no one will ever measure up to my first love or the way I feel in his arms, or on his lap.
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He hands me a glass of wine and says "Sweetheart, why don't you relax with your Papi. Come on in."
I remove my bathrobe and it almost seems he is disappointed I am wearing a string bikini. Maybe it is wishful thinking.
He glides over to me and sits between my legs with his naked ass on my feet. It sends a chill to my core. Hi hands move up and down on my legs. Just a small gesture to make me feel loved like he's always done. But this time I get a little bolder.
"Papi has missed you baby girl" he says as he continues to stroke my legs.
