For as long as I can remember, my parents and I have spent Thanksgiving together with my dad's side of the family and Christmas with my mom's side. One advantage of having such a tradition is that it avoided those nasty family conflicts where people get upset thinking one family was getting more attention than the other. Usually these were rather boring affairs but nowadays the potential was there for more "interesting" things.
My first time being a part of incest was when I was an eighteen year-old freshman in college. I'd lost my virginity just before by then so it wasn't like I wasn't already sexually active. It's sort of interesting that incest was actually the last thing on my mind. Sure I knew my dad enjoyed watching me when I came home and played with myself and sometimes he would even get an erection while we were in the hot tub together and I'd tell him about school. After all, he might be my dad but he was still a man so those sort of things are bound to happen. The thought that he might actually want to DO anything with me, or even the very concept of having sex with my parents, never even crossed my mind. Since my parents didn't make sex a taboo subject, I just assumed that he was reacting no differently than any man would around any college girl like me. It didn't mean he wanted to fuck me though.
Well, all that changed when I witnessed my parents having sex for the first time from my window overlooking the hot tub. Although they didn't mind me seeing them masturbate, actual sex was always something they kept private between the two of them and now I realized why. As I watched them I thought about how I could please my father the way my mom did and about how close it could bring us together. No, not in some perverted way where I was his lover or something ridiculous like that; but as a normal father and daughter. Once we started I never looked back and over the past few years my dad and I have developed a wonderful new relationship. Of course my mom has given her stamp of approval and we sometimes get together as well, but only rarely. It's my dad I want to please the most and he is the one who seems to need it more than my mom.
At first my incestual relationships were restricted to my mom's side of the family which included my Aunt Linda. My dad quickly convinced me to do it with his younger brother, AKA my Uncle Jim. Thus I went from incest "abstinence" to being with three members of my dad's side of the family in the space of less than two weeks!
Another thing about my parents - they take their marriage vows VERY seriously. To them adultery is a violation of the Ten Commandments, not to be done under ANY circumstances, even with your spouse's "permission". Of course, sex within your own family is NOT cheating. Thus my dad does my Aunt Linda at times, especially when I'm not around. While this works out great for my dad, my Aunt Linda is divorced and has no sons meaning there was nobody for my mom in our family other than my dad. Of course, she loves him totally and he satisfies her sexually, but I'm sure she wouldn't have minded a little diversity back then.
Needless to say, my dad was thrilled to see me home again from college for Thanksgiving break. At least he hadn't wasted any time showing me how much he missed me! Let's just say the erection poking through his shorts when I walked in the door was a clue. There was one thing I could count on from my dad when I was home - my morning wakeup call. There was no alarm clock involved, but rather an alarm COCK. Our little "tradition" was now so ingrained that it seemed if I didn't get fucked first thing in the morning I walked around wanting it for the rest of the day!
Given the marvelous consistency of which my dad kept up his side of our tradition, you can imagine my surprise when I woke up Thanksgiving morning and realized something was missing - my dad's cock! I rubbed my eyes and as my bedroom slowly came into focus I verified that I was indeed all alone. Hmmmm, what could had happened that was more important to my dad than his own daughter, especially on Thanksgiving morning when not even he went to work?
As I sat up in bed, I started to scratch an itch on my cheek when my fingers felt something a bit sticky. Looking down at my boobs, which were also itching a little, I grinned as I realized what had already happened this morning. My dad must have come in earlier and as exhausted as I was from the past week, I must have been hard to wake up so he let me sleep. As horny as he probably was by then, he must have jerked off looking at my nude body and then cum all over me. Normally, I get more than a little perturbed when guy makes a mess on me. Guys, the porn movies don't show what happens AFTER the whore gets covered in cum. Trust me, cleaning cum off of you is not the easiest thing in the world, especially when it's in your hair or dried on your skin. Of course in my father's case I was ready to make an exception. God what I would have given for a video of him jerking off over me, looking at me, seeing in his eyes how badly he wanted to fuck me. It thrilled me to know he found me desirable in this way, that he could fulfill his lust and needs just by looking down at me as I slept without even touching me.
The more I thought about it the hornier I got until my pussy suddenly turned on like a light switch had been thrown. I an instant I simply HAD to touch it and so my hand slipped down between my legs and at first I just cupped my shaved pussy in my hand, pressing up against my crotch like a bikini bottom pulling up against me. Damn, it felt like I was on fire down there! Even without pressing my fingers inside if me I could already feel the wetness as I imagined my dad brushing the head of his stiff cock over my face as I slept. Slowly, ever so slowly, I traced the tip of my finger in little circles around my clit. Now and then I would drop down and pull some more wetness up from my pussy hole to keep it slippery. It was like I was teasing myself, playing with my clit just enough to make me feel good but not enough to drive me to an orgasm. In my mind, it wasn't my finger on my pussy but my dad's tongue, licking me up and down my pussy slit and rubbing it up against my clit.
"Yes daddy, lick me," I whispered to myself, wishing he was there to hear me.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I put two fingers just outside my pussy hole.
"Fuck me daddy," I whispered to my imaginary father.
"He" responded by pushing his cock into me and my two fingers worked their way in as I pretended that it was his dick that was violating my tight pussy. While I fucked myself with one hand, the other was fondling my boobs, just as he would be doing if he was drilling me.
"Make me cum... oh god make me cum daddy," I cried out, a bit louder this time but there was nobody upstairs to hear me anyway. With both hand on my pussy now, I used the one to push its fingers into me while the other worked full time on my clit. God it felt so good!
"OH MY GOD! FUCK ME DADDY" I cried out to the empty room as my orgasm struck me. like a sudden summer storm. My hips rose up off the bed as my back arched and it felt like every inch of my skin was sweating fire. All I could think about was his hard cock in me, his wonderful erect dick that he would give me when I was a good girl, that he rewarded me with when I had earned it. Mmmmmmm, if only he could see me now, his only daughter making herself cum on her bed thinking of nothing else but her desire to have her father fuck her and release his love inside of her.
My pussy was gushing cum and I knew my bed must be getting soaked under me but it didn't matter to me a bit. They say practice makes perfect and when it comes to masturbation, I had tons of practice! I knew just how to keep myself on the sharp edge of an orgasm, to twiddle my clit just right that I didn't go so far to where I had to quit because it overwhelmed me, but just enough to keep me peaking, to keep the incredible sensations alive in me. I have no idea how long this went on as I tend to lose all track of time when this happens to me. Sometimes I get so exhausted I simply am forced to quit but when I catch my breath, it's back to the races and to that mountain peak once again. Poor guys, it's like a few quick shots and its over but I could keep myself going like this forever. Who knows how long I might have gone on this way when my mom appeared at the door to my room. Really, I had no idea how long she had been watching me but when she spoke I couldn't mistake her presence.
"Hey lazybones, how about you stop playing with yourself for once and get down here and help me?"
On the one hand, I knew she wanted me to help her but I also knew she was teasing me a bit too. When I was younger and first starting to learn about my body, I use to constantly touch myself - and I mean constantly. Well, I mean, can you blame me? Sometimes I would forget about where I was and Mom would poke me in church or wherever and hiss at me to "stop it". More than once, she threatened me that my clit would "fall off" if I played with it too much! She still likes to tease me about how often I masturbate, even though I knew she does it a lot herself. On average, I probably do it two or three times a day, not a record I'm sure by any means but respectable.
Throwing on just a tight tank top, I hurried downstairs to help her with the chores of getting ready for dinner. As I stood there in the kitchen, I couldn't keep still as my pussy was still acting up something fierce and even just walking was enough to stimulate it.
