No Pretending With Daddy, pt2

The tension and awkwardness between my father and I was basically gone after that night. I couldn’t get it out of my mind all the next day, and I knew he was thinking about how he glazed his daughter’s face the night before. We didn’t talk about it, of course, not with mom around, but there was a new tension.

Every time he groped my mom’s ass, he looked at me. I knew where he wanted his hand to be, and I could practically feel his fingers groping me. Despite never actually having felt him squeezing my butt, I could imagine how it must feel.

The weekend was drawing to a close, and winter break was fast approaching. I was trying to plan my life around weekends and week nights, hoping I could hold out long enough for mom to go to sleep so daddy could be all mine. Minutes dragged on like never before, but we put on a good show. Pretending like nothing was out of the ordinary, pretending like I didn’t have a shirt stained with my father’s cum.

Part of me wondered if I should put my actual room to good use. It would be easier to enjoy our affair if we weren’t all sharing the same bed, but there was something I couldn’t deny. The risk of getting caught added to the excitement, whether I wanted to admit it or not. I wouldn’t have thought I’d be that kind of girl…

I spent most of the day horny. My clit was stiff, delivering agitating throbs throughout the day while my panties did their best to collect my wetness. Arousal still managed to glide down my thighs, but the loose leggings absorbed most of the stray droplets without clinging to me. It was pretty easy to blame the light chill of late fall for my stiff nipples, but I knew dad wouldn’t fall for that little lie.

We all spent time in the living room after dinner, watching Stranger Things, getting a little refresher before the next season came out. Ordinarily, I’d be locked onto what was happening, but I’d already seen the older seasons. And… I was a little distracted. I kept stealing glances of my father, his arm draped across my mother’s shoulders as they snuggled in together on the couch. The couch that had tasted my climax last night. How he managed to clean it up so well I may never know, but mom was none the wiser as the events unfolded on the screen.

He was glancing at me, as well. I didn’t know what was going through his mind as he looked at me, all alone on the armchair that completely dwarfed me. Shivering under my soft, cozy blanket. I had some ideas, though.

Being ‘by myself’ allowed me to think. I couldn’t wrap my head all the way around what was happening between us. Whether or not I wanted him to be my first was still a mystery, or maybe I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I still knew our taboo affair was wrong, I knew I shouldn’t want him like this, but I still couldn’t resist. Honestly, if he had walked to where I sat, ripped his pants away and presented his dick to me, I might very well have sucked it then and there with mom watching.

Admitting that much to myself made me shiver, and I smothered a light moan with my blanket. It wasn’t enough to be completely silent, and my mom asked if I was ok. I assured her I was, blaming the TV show and pretending to be far more into it than I really was. Waiting wasn’t working out for me, so I decided to give myself a little appetizer while thinking about what daddy and I might get up to later.

It shouldn’t be any surprise that my fingers had to swim across my pussy after entering my pants. I sighed into the blanket, eyes fixated on the TV to avoid suspicion as I gave myself that first blissful rub. Feeling the slick texture of my lips, the stiffness of my erect clit under my fingers was all too familiar, and I pulled my feet up onto the chair as I found pleasure. The blanket covered my full body, creating a kind of tent on the chair as I rubbed and rubbed, daring to lightly slap my fingers against my soggy cunt.

The slap was a little louder than I had intended, and it caught the attention of my father. My eyes flashed over to him, seeing that he was looking at me as I dipped my middle finger into myself. Shallowly, hardly more than halfway, fighting the snugness of my inexperienced folds. I was forced to remember how big daddy’s cock was, and tried to compare it to my individual digit as it sunk a little deeper. How was something like that ever supposed to fit in there?

Thinking of him stuffing me brought me close, and I had to back away so I wouldn’t cum on the chair. The last thing I needed was to scream my bliss for them both to hear, or to make a mess on the chair while mom was nearby. Something told me that daddy wouldn’t mind too much, but I would have a heck of a time explaining it away to mom.

I had gotten right to the edge, frustrated myself, and admitted that I would need to wait. Not a good combination as we started the next episode. Mom showed no signs of slowing down, but I had an idea. Not one that would speed anything along, but one that might help me train myself a little.

Slowly, gently, I began rubbing myself again. My eyes fluttered as I raced to the edge, and I stopped again before I got there. I rested my hand on my pubic mound, my fingers covering the drooling mess between my trembling thighs, basking in the heat radiating out of me. No more touching until my body calmed down, and then I started again. Another episode flew by while I rode the edge, my toes clenching and gripping the edge of the chair as I tried not to cum.

The thin grasp I had on my mind was threatening to fall apart when the next episode ended. I had no idea what episode or season we were on, or how long I had been teasing myself. All I knew was that I had built myself up way too much, and would need to find relief before going to bed. Fortunately, mom sat up with a stretch and put an end to our evening, pushing a button on the remote to bring the TV back to the homepage.

She said she was tired and heading to bed, then got off the couch. Her hand reached back, and my father took it. He got to his feet as well, pulling my mother to him and giving her a kiss on her lips. I bit my lower lip before I could catch myself, and watched as he groped her through her sweatpants not far from where I sat. Envy nagged at me, and when I looked to his face, I saw he was looking right at me.

Mom began walking back to their room, blissfully unaware of the tension between my father and me. He followed her, but slowly enough to remain in the living room when she was partially down the hallway. I didn’t even see that he was holding the blanket they’d been sharing, and he waited until mom was in their room before tossing it back onto the couch. His cock was rock hard, and there was a dark spot on his shorts where only his tip could reach.

“You don’t get to make yourself cum,” he told me, his voice stern as he pulled his shorts down far enough for his erection to roll free. “And you’re going to take care of this before going to sleep.”

With that, he pulled his shorts back up and chased my mother to their room. The fresh image of his arousal was burned into my memory as I began rubbing myself again, daring myself to defy his command. Though, what would happen if I did? Would he actually be mad at me? Would he… spank me?

Fuck, that thought almost pushed me over the edge. I managed to hold on and get myself to stop, holding my bare pussy under my pants and panties as I watched the screen fade into its screen saver. Flowers spread across the screen as I regained control of my breathing, and I had the idea to get out of my clothes before daddy came back. Assuming he would. My fingers were pruned from basking in my wetness for so long, and the simple sensation of feeling my shirt dragging across my flesh was a fresh torment.

I had to stop midway through removing my shirt to keep myself from cuming, and was panting when the pesky shirt was finally off. It rested beside my hip under the blanket, and I ducked into my little tent to wrestle with my pants. Inch after inch, slowly and patiently, I wriggled out of them. My body had mostly recovered to something resembling normal by the time they fell off my ankles, leaving me in just my drenched panties. I sat there, covered in my blanket, sweating from the arousal and exertion, panting as I tried to anchor myself enough to remove that last article of clothing.

How long? Long enough for mom to fall asleep, apparently. My father came back into the living room before I had the fortitude to strip all the way, and the expression he was wearing was almost silly. He was never good at being stern or serious, and it was always so obvious when he was faking. The meat in his shorts was anything but faked, and he stood beside the chair while gazing down at me.

“Well?” he asked expectantly, not giving any direction or guidance tonight.

I knew what he was after, though. That much was obvious. A smile crossed my face when I tossed the blanket away, but the cool air was too much on my heated skin. I fell back onto the couch with a whimpered moan, convulsing as I tried to cover whatever I could with my arms. His eyes were wide, clearly not expecting to see me nearly naked so suddenly. He stepped to the front of the chair, getting onto his knees as my curled toes hovered over his head on shaky feet.

There was concern in his eyes as he looked me over. I was so fucking close, mindlessly teetering over the edge after the blast of cold, but managed to register what he was saying as he took me in his hands. His large hands corralled my legs, pulling them down and pinning them to the chair, but holding them open as he spoke.

“I still don’t know how I feel about all of this, but I’ve needed to taste you,” he whispered.

I had just enough time to slap my hands over my mouth before his tongue touched me. My panties were so soaked they might as well have not even been there when he licked me that first time. The pleasure hit me like a bomb, sending me to heaven as his lips touched mine through the panties. Lick after lick sent jolts through me as I came on his face, gushing into my panties and drenching myself even further. The chair absorbed my mess this time, and I did my best not to scream too loud into my hands as he kept licking and teasing me.

Satisfied that I had enough, he pulled back and let me begin the lengthy climb down. My body was unbearable, a fleshy cage of overstimulation that made every spasm a new horror, but I fucking loved it. I wanted him to go back down, to pull my panties away so I could feel him without any obstruction. I wanted him inside me, fucking me raw and merciless, or gentle and passionate. I really just wanted him, answering my own questions in a state of delusion.

He got back up to his feet, looking down the hallway at the bedroom. I certainly didn’t hear anything over my own breathing and heartbeat, but couldn’t have been bothered to care even if I had all my faculties. Pleasure continued to burn in me as I gasped and gulped for air, gripping the armrests at my sides as I struggled to fall back into reality.

Was this reality? Had my father really just done that to me? The answers were obvious, but I still couldn’t accept it. Even as I reached for him, grasping his forbidden cock through his shorts, pulling myself up by my grip on his concealed dick, I couldn’t believe that it was real. I still can’t, if I’m being honest with myself. It just felt… right, for lack of a better word.

This time, it was me who pulled his shorts down. I exposed my father to myself, humming with excitement as his cock sprung up and bobbed so close to my face. The scent was like before, immediately recognized in my mind, and my mouth was salivating from it. I can’t say for sure, but I swear I remember my stomach growling as his head hovered over my nose, and I held his legs while watching the precum build on his tip.

He stepped out of his shorts and took my wrist in his hand. Whatever patience he had was apparently gone, and he brought my hand to his cock and started guiding my hand up and down his length. My mouth opened around a breathless giggle as he used me, and I rose up on the chair to follow my thumb with my tongue. I licked him from the base of his underside up to his head, catching his spongy head on my lips as my hand released and found his base again.

The rounded end of my father’s cock. Settled on my partially opened lips. Wrong, wrong, wrong, but fuck I wanted it. I let my lips part further, my tongue lashing at the underside of his head, feeling and tasting his flesh as I opened more. Light suckling, heavy lust, ravenous desire, and my lips spread across the smooth, mushroomed surface. I had the head of my father’s cock in my mouth, and I didn’t know who was more surprised.

His mouth was opened in a silent moan, and he placed a hand on my head as his head tipped back. I suckled him, drawing his tip further into my mouth until his dickhead was pinning my tongue down. Feeling his fingers glide into my hair, shaping to my scalp was enough to stir my arousal all over again, and I adjusted myself on the chair as I sucked him deeper into my mouth. My toes touched the carpet, feeling a cool dampness on the floor as my hand moved along his exposed shaft. I tasted his cum, the dull, almost flavorless warmth spreading over my trapped tongue gradually turning into that salted, savory taste.

I pulled back, making his cock emerge with a satisfying ‘pop,’ and ran my hand up and down his length. The wetness of my pussy joined the saliva coating his member, and it was much easier to pleasure him with a wet cock. I smiled up at him, and he muttered some expletives when I opened my mouth for him again.

It was warmer this time. His cock was almost hot as it pressed my tongue to the floor of my mouth, and I moaned around him as I suckled and slurped. He tasted so good, better than I could have imagined, and there was something oddly soothing about having him in my mouth. Not pleasurable necessarily, but… satisfying in a way. I found a few ways to make him moan, and to make him shake, like rolling my head and stirring him in my mouth, focusing on the very top of his dick, trapping his tip in my mouth and flicking my tongue against it. There was so much more I wanted to do, but he grunted my name and tugged me back by my hair.

I followed his lead, letting his cock ‘pop’ from my lips again as he pulled me away. My hand kept moving, and I hadn’t even gotten two more strokes in before feeling his dick kick in my hand. That almost scalding heat from last night hit my face again, but I felt a large strand of it fall into my hair. A startled moan shook out of me when another strand hit my eye, my eyelid closing just in time to keep his semen out. My mouth was still open though, and I caught a pair of spurts on my outstretched tongue to taste the good stuff. The fresh nectar, more savory than bitter, and sooo warm.

Was it wrong? It had to be, right? To be tasting my dad’s cum, the semen that made me, and enjoying it? Feeling him throb in my hands as I drained his balls, fighting the urge to take him into my mouth again and suck the rest out? It sounded so hot in my head, but he was holding me back, so I didn’t fight him. Not that night, at least.

Once again, he huffed until he recovered, and told me to go get cleaned up. Instead of tending to me again, like my body had hoped he would. I obediently went to the bathroom and into the shower, washing the evidence away while he did whatever it is he does to clean the furniture. He came into the bathroom while I was still in the shower and collected my soiled panties, leaving some clean clothes for me to change into. After that, it was back to normal – or whatever passed for normal between us. Tucked in, forehead kissed, and quickly to sleep. Another deep, wonderfully restful sleep, and then school…