My story begins with me growing up as the only child of a single dad. My mother died when I was young, leaving my father and I alone. Unfortunately, my dad grew up in a house with 5 brothers and no sisters, so the mysteries of raising a girl was a daily challenge.
As for me, I have always adored my dad. He is a sweet and gentle man who has always caught the eyes of women, even some of my own friends. In fact, it was because of my friends' constant comments about how cute and sexy my dad was that first lead me to look at him as more than just a father. Of course I never admitted that to my friends, but once the idea was in my head it stuck.
I turned 18 the spring I graduated from high school. I was off to college that fall and, at my dad's suggestion, was using the summer to relax and enjoy myself before moving on to my next phase of life. That basically involved me hanging out with my friends in our backyard pool, eating out and shopping at the mall. Such is the life of a suburban teen princess!
During the summer, my dad's job allowed him to work from home a lot. Often he would do work from his laptop out back while my friends and I would swim or sun ourselves. My friends usually wore their skimpiest bikinis around my dad. In a way I felt sorry for him. He really didn't date so being around two or three teenage girls in thong bikinis must have been pretty frustrating. But on the other hand, it was a situation many men dreamt of. But as much as my friends tried to give my dad a good show, it was me I always caught him looking at.
One day it was just the two of us by the pool. My dad was working on some project and I was swimming. As I got out of the pool and dried myself, I asked my dad to help put sun screen on my back. He smiled as I handed him the bottle, and lay face down on my lounger. My dad started applying the lotion gently at first, but it soon turned into a full fledged back rub and was it ever great! I was so relaxed I fell asleep as my dad's strong hands worked every tension out of me.
A couple hours later he woke me up for dinner. I got up and threw a t-shirt over my bikini. Dinner was quieter than usual. I can't speak for my father, but the spontaneous backrub earlier left me feeling a bit awkward but incredibly horny. After dinner, I cleaned up and dad went upstairs to shower.
After cleaning up from dinner, I went upstairs and heard my father in the shower. I decided to peak inside and quietly opened the door. Through the frosted glass door I saw shadows of my dad jerking off. His cock was hard and soapy and his hand was massaging it lovingly. I couldn't move. I was so turned on. I had never seen a man masturbate before, much less my dad, and thought it was so sexy. I also wished it was my hand stroking his cock, that it was me making him moan with pleasure.
My trance was broken when he suddenly stopped, sensing someone in the bathroom.
"Ali, is that you?"
"Sorry dad - I was just getting toothpaste. I'm out of it in my bathroom."
"Ok hon, but please bring it back."
"Ok dad."
I quickly left and went to my room to compose myself. I was flushed and my pussy was on fire. After my dad was done, I got in my shower and treated myself to a good orgasm with my special showerhead. But it wasn't enough. I needed more. That would wait until bedtime.
I threw on a t-short and shorts and watched TV with my dad. Other than an occasional comment about the show, little was said. The room was charged and things between us seemed different, tense. Finally, my dad announced he was going to bed.
I watched TV for a while longer, eventually watching some steamy erotic film on cable. This didn't help matters. By now I was so horny I needed more than a masturbation session. I needed a cock - my daddy's cock.
Then and there I decided I would seduce my father.
I went upstairs to my room and changed into my shortest, sexiest white cotton babydoll and thong. I then snuck into my dad's room, and snuggled next to him in bed, throwing my arm around him. He was half-asleep.
"Ali?"
"Sorry dad, but I just need to sleep in your bed tonight. Bad dreams."
He mumbled something and drifted off to sleep. I, however, lay there snuggling against my daddy's bare back trying to figure out what to do next. An idea occurred to me: I turned with my back to him and mustered the best fake tears whimpering I could.
"Ali? Are you ok?" He lightly stroked my back through the filmy nightie.
