Chapter 1
How did my father and I unexpectedly end up in the shower together? Let me give you a brief history and you’ll see.
I’d just finished my first year away at college and had come home for the summer on an early Saturday morning, one day earlier than what I’d told my parents. I’d planned to spend Saturday night with my girlfriends, but I’d been homesick and woke up at the crack of dawn Saturday and just decided to drive home.
I really wanted to see my father, who I still called “daddy,” because it had been torture to be away from him for ten months with only a two-week visit at Christmas. We didn’t even get to spend that much time together over the holiday because my mom, who was jealous of me, made sure to always be around, plus we had extended family staying with us.
I looked just like my mom, except firmer, sexier, and youthful, so I’m sure she felt threatened. I was jealous of my mom, too, because she got to sleep with Daddy every night and they still had an active (and loud) sex life.
I was a total daddy’s girl and to be honest, I loved my father way more than a daughter should. He was tall, dark, and handsome and still had six-pack abs. All my friends wanted to fuck him because he was just that hot. My parents had me young, so he was only in his mid-thirties and didn’t even have any gray hair yet.
I had tried dating and having sex with a couple of guys at college, but they were inexperienced and couldn’t even make me cum. We had to use condoms because I was allergic to the hormones in other birth control methods, and the IUD was too painful, so maybe that had some impact. But I also think that the guys not lasting past five minutes even after a lot of sex for the two to three months I dated each of them was obviously a huge part of the problem.
Were all college guys pre-ejaculators or did I just have bad luck? Based on my mom’s screams and moans, their bed squeaking for sometimes up to an hour at a time, and the headboard banging for what seemed half the night, I knew my dad had to be an awesome lover (with stamina) and I wanted him, even though I didn’t think he’d ever go for it.
I mean, I knew he was interested at some level because I caught him looking me up and down and we flirted a lot right out in the open, which was why Mom deliberately tried to not leave us alone. But he never made a move past the flirting, even though I thought I’d given a pretty clear signal that I was open to it and I was eighteen, so a legal adult. Little did I know my wish was about to come true, although not like I’d ever envisioned it.
Chapter 2
When I got home Saturday morning, it was still early, although Mom had already left for work. She was a nurse and typically worked a twelve-hour shift at the hospital Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Daddy telecommuted Mondays through Wednesdays and worked in the office Thursdays and Fridays and was off weekends, which was when he slept in.
I knew Daddy would still be asleep, so I decided to grab a quick shower to freshen up and surprise him with breakfast in bed. I knew he slept nude, so I was hoping to catch him with morning wood and at least flirt with him and maybe get a look at his penis before I’d have to go finger myself to completion.
I stripped and turned on the water. Like what had happened after my first semester, no one had used the shower for months and some valve or something had frozen and there was no hot water. I wrapped my towel around me and quietly stepped into my parent’s room to use their shower. I stopped briefly in front of their bed to stare at my father’s erection tenting the sheet that barely covered his waist. He was on his back, lightly snoring, with his dick standing straight up. He must be huge! I thought as I took in his muscular body and the sheet-covered appendage that was at least eight to ten inches tall.
I gasped then froze when he suddenly stirred, his legs kicking the sheet off and revealing his hard cock, protruding from a nest of black pubic hair, to me for the first time. I watched as he spread his legs and grasped his erection with his right hand. I looked up at his face and his eyes were still closed but I couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not. He scratched his balls then stroked himself a couple of times before his right arm fell to the side and he began snoring again.
I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding as I carefully studied his body from head to toe and memorized everything. But I paid the closest attention to what was between his legs. His erection had subsided just a little, and his still long and thick dick now rested against his stomach, reaching his belly button. His hairy balls hung big and heavy and his sac almost touched the bed. I couldn’t see his asshole, but I imagined it was just as hairy. By this time, I was dripping wet and dying to climb on the bed and take his cock into my mouth, but I managed to control myself.
When he let out a loud snore, I jumped, then tip-toed into the master bath and left the door open a crack. I folded my towel on the rack and stepped over the low floor lip and into the luxurious shower. The shower enclosure was probably eight feet long and six feet wide with multiple showerheads on each of the three walls and there was no door. There was a built-in bench that spanned the three walls and higher shelves for shampoo, soap, and whatever was needed. I turned the shower on and relaxed under the massaging spray for a few minutes before I soaped up and then washed and conditioned my hair.
Chapter 3
I was under one of the showerheads rinsing off when I heard my dad groan. I turned my head to the left and watched as he held his semi-erect dick with his right hand and urinated. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, and his legs wide apart. He looked so incredibly sexy and manly that I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I needed to let him know I was in the bathroom with him, but I wasn’t ready to stop observing him.
He brought his head up and began running his hand up and down his dick as he peed, then he stopped the flow abruptly, turned, and stepped into the shower with me! I quickly turned my head to face the wall as he came up behind me. I knew I should have said something then, but I didn’t.
“Don’t worry, hon, I saved some for you,” he said, interrupting my thoughts, and then I felt a warm liquid spray up and down my legs and all over my ass and back. Oh my god, he’s peeing on me and he thinks I’m Mom!
I hung my head down, needing to think about how to get out of this with as little embarrassment for both of us as possible, but all I could think about was how hot it was that my father was pissing on me and could I get him to do it again. But as soon as he finished, he was suddenly right behind me. His arms came around my waist as his chest pressed against my back and his erection pressed up into my butt crack.
My one coherent thought was that I needed him to know it was me and not my mom he was about to fuck. I couldn’t bear the thought of him being inside me thinking he was with Mom. If it was going to happen, or not happen, it would need to be a conscious decision on his part.
His right hand snaked down my stomach to between my legs at the same time his left hand cupped my breast. “Sorry, hon, this is gonna be quick and dirty. I’m horny as hell,” he said into my ear before biting my neck, making me shiver with need.
“That feels so good, Daddy,” I moaned as I felt his hips rotating and his knees bending so that he could penetrate me. But just as he got into position and pressed the head of his dick against my opening, it registered with him that I was his daughter and he froze.
“Sarah?” he asked, not moving.
“Yes, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
“No, baby, we can’t,” he told me as he backed up and I quickly turned to face him.
“Yes, we can, Daddy! We both want it,” I said as I reached down to stroke his hard dick. He closed his eyes but didn’t stop me or pull away. It was obvious he wanted me. I got on my toes and leaned into his neck. “Mom never has to know. I won’t tell anyone,” I whispered into his ear before I licked his ear lobe and started sucking on his neck. His arms wrapped around me, then I felt him squeeze my ass cheeks as he pulled me against him. His erection dug into my tummy.
“You sure this is what you want, baby?” he asked, one of his fingers sliding down through my crack and stopping to press against my asshole. “Once we start, we can never go back.”
“I want this-“ I started, then squealed when his finger pushed into my ass up to his first knuckle. It was painful, but for some reason, it aroused me even more. I liked the discomfort.
“If you say yes, I’m going to fuck all your holes, Sarah. Any time and any place I want, and I expect you to drop whatever you’re doing and take what I give you and not question me. Even if,” he began, and pushed his finger all the way in, making me gasp. “Even if I want to fuck you in front of your mother.”
“Oh, Daddy, yes, please!” I screamed, on the verge of an orgasm, just from his finger in my ass. His other hand slid down my stomach to my pussy and I lifted my leg up to the bench so he could reach me more easily. He began pumping fingers into both of my holes and I trembled all over and clutched his shoulders to hold on.
“I won’t use protection and I won’t pull out, Sarah. You could get pregnant. I know you’re not on birth control. Last chance to back out,” he said and pulled his fingers out and swung me around by my hips so that my back was against the shower wall. “Tell me now, Sarah,” he demanded as our eyes locked. His left hand slid down my butt to clutch the back of my thigh as he waited for my answer.
