I was asleep when he came into my room. It took me several minutes to realize what was happening. By then, my father had already undone his belt, dropped his jeans to the floor, and taken off his shirt. By the time he crawled into my bed and under the covers, I could smell the hint of his cologne emanating from him and was awake enough to understand that this was not a dream. My dad had just stripped down to his underwear in my bedroom and gotten into my bed in the middle of the night.
It wasn’t entirely his fault. For starters, he had been drinking more after my mom was diagnosed. It wasn’t a problem at first, but then, when the bad news came after the second round of chemo, the drinking intensified. He hadn’t been drinking tonight, but he might have been drunk when we swapped rooms a few days ago. This brings us to the next reason. The second reason why it wasn’t his fault was I had just swapped bedrooms with my parents the week before. The cancer was spreading fast in my mother, and their bedroom at the top of the stairs was becoming difficult to get to and from. Last week, my step-daddy and I spent the day swapping the bed and dressers from my room at the foot of the stairs with Mom’s things. After all, I was an 18-year-old woman, soon-to-be high school graduate and college student. I could climb some stairs.
The decorating stayed the same since… well… the doctors… they didn’t think… the bedroom swap wasn’t expected to be permanent.
And to top it all off, I was lying in bed facing away from my father, so how could he have known in his state that he was in the wrong bed?
If anything, it was my fault; I should have spoken up. I should have warned him. I should have said something. To this day, I don’t know why I didn’t say something. Maybe it was because I loved my dad so much. Even though he wasn’t my biological father, he had always been there for me as far back as I could remember. And soon… he would be all that I have left.
I felt the bed shift from his weight, and it was pulling me backward like the mattress wanted us together. Fighting gravity, I remained on my side as I felt Daddy’s warm body scooch closer to me until I was his little spoon to his big spoon. He kissed the blade of my bare shoulder, and I felt the scruff of his well-groomed short beard. My night light was behind him, so there was not enough light to see me. That and my long brunette hair was draped over my shoulder and cheek.
“I love you, Tracy,” he whispered my mom’s name into what he thought was his wife’s ear.
I looked a lot like my mother, my only biological relative. We both were shorter at 5 foot 4 and had matching hair. While my mom had always had more weight on her love handles, she had become skinnier since chemo. On my darkest of nights, I often wondered what would come of me after she… It was revolting to think of such a thing like it was an inevitability, despite the doctors saying it was. It didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel okay.
Will I be alone in this world? I will become an orphan. After all, I was just a stray pup brought into my father’s life. I was just a child my mother had from a previous relationship. What does he owe me? Nothing. I’m 18 now. If my mother was gone, he could wipe his hands clean of me.
I imagined myself alone in a cool desert in the middle of the night. The predators howled and stalked in the distance. Sand and blackness stretched as far as I could see.
Alone.
But I wasn’t alone now. The kiss on my shoulder turned into a kiss on my neck. Shivers shot down my spine and back up again as his hot breath panted on the back of my neck. Daddy had never kissed me there. His hand palmed my upper thigh over the blanket and rubbed over my butt cheek. My lips parted as I gasped. When he squeezed my bubble butt, I clenched, holding my breath.
This, along with many other moments, would have been an excellent time to ‘wake up’ and stop my daddy, but I didn’t. The covers moved slightly, and I realized he had moved his arm under them. Daddy’s rough palm was so warm when he cupped my butt; it felt as though he had a furnace inside him. Even though the boy’s boxers I wore to bed, his hand instantly permeated heat through my body.
Slipping around to my front, Daddy’s hand worked its way under my tank top and slid up to my chest. If it wasn’t for his intoxication, my dad would have definitely realized I wasn’t his wife at this point. My breasts were easily twice the size of my mother’s rather flat chest. They had grown so much recently that it had actually become rather uncomfortable for me. I traded going to the gym three times a week for workouts in our basement in my dad’s gym. Clothes had become layered and thicker, at least while at school. The attention from the boys was fun at first, but the snotty attitude from other girls and ‘friends’ turned it into a hindrance.
And yet, the moment my daddy’s hand cupped my breast, I no longer cared about their size or what others thought. All I thought about was the groan Daddy made when his palm cupped my right breast and squeezed it. My eyes flirted with rolling backward, and a small squeak escaped my mouth. Quickly shutting my mouth, I froze to see if I had outed myself, but my dad’s hand continued to rub circles over my bare breast. Within seconds, my nipples were hard and cutting into his palm. The rawness of the constant friction sent pop rocks through my veins. I tried not to move, but I couldn’t help it, I was too aroused. My hips worked in circles like it was beckoning attention to it. By the time my father was pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I wondered if I was about to have my first nipple orgasm and if I could keep quiet, but then I felt it.
What began as a bump became a hard rod prodding my thick butt cheek. My mouth opened again as I pressed my butt back against Daddy’s penis, and I had to force myself to swallow my moans. I had always been a horny girl, but I had been able to stem my desires from the world by using my hand and various toys I had carefully (and secretly) acquired, but the sudden situation I found myself in felt like giving heroin to an alcoholic. I wasn’t prepared for it, and I no longer knew if I could control myself.
“Mmmm…” I hummed a moan. My breathing through my nose quickened. That was when Daddy slid his hand down from my breasts, and I felt his strong palm rub back and forth on my tummy as he worked his fingertips inside the waistband of my boxers. “Ohmmm…”
I fought to keep my mouth closed. I really did, but I was breathing too heavily for that now, and the anticipation was too much. His hand was so gentle as it covered my crotch that it drove me insane. In my mind, I was a rabid animal, wanting him to use me like I used my own toys on myself, but Daddy was careful and slow. His middle finger dipped into the gooey middle of my vagina lips and ran up to my pulsating clitoris. The pad of his finger circled a tender kiss around my clitoris that threatened to send me into an orgasmic seizure.
“Oh my… God…” I mouthed, barely giving sound to the words.
Daddy slid his hand lower and worked between my lips. I could feel him press his fingertip inside my tight, dripping hole, and my hands clenched the side of the mattress. The walls of my vagina squeezed so hard on my daddy’s middle finger that I couldn’t imagine how he would fit his hard shaft inside me. Slowly but firmly, he slid his long finger in and out of me. I bit my lips together so hard that my mouth hurt. This stifled the moans I wanted to scream but accentuated my whimpers and staggered breaths I forced in and out of my nose.
A tremor went through my hips, and jiggled my bubble butt on Daddy’s hard penis, which only intensified things for me. My hands made fists on my mattress, and I turned my face into my pillow to mute my high-pitched whines. Daddy picked up the pace with his fingering, but only slightly. When I came, I wanted more and harder and faster, but his methodical thrusting stayed constant and prolonged my orgasm.
The insides of my thighs became slick, and I heard the squishing of my daddy’s hand fingering my tight virgin hole. This was my first realization that I was squirting—something I had never, ever done before. Had the pleasure not been so intense I would have panicked, but I couldn’t. My brain dripped with pleasure as my sex squeezed and pulsed around my father’s finger.
“Mmmmmmgahhmm…” I cried into my pillow. My teeth tore at the padding like an animal. The bed shook as my body trembled. The tremor was made only worse by Daddy’s thumb brushing up and down on my clitoris like it was guitar strings. Within seconds, he played me right into a second toe-curling orgasm. I moaned for Daddy, but the pillow muted the words into a muffled whine.
Had he not stopped perfect touches of my vagina, I think I would have come all night to my daddy’s touch. Thankfully, he relented and allowed me to catch my breath and clear my mind after the second orgasm. I panted, delirious and drunk from the moment. His hand retreated to my hips and rubbed my thigh as he leaned forward to kiss my shoulder again.
I knew from how gentle he was with me that he did not plan to use his penis at all tonight. It might have been hard and jabbing into my rear, but he was too good of a man to try and have sex with my mother when she was sick. He was just trying to give her some joy, and I wanted to give him joy in return.
Moving for the first time out of conscious thought and intent, I reached behind me with my hand and palmed his crotch. He froze, probably surprised by my ‘mother’s’ desire. The fabric was stretched to its limits. His poor penis was forced to bend and arch as it tried desperately to escape its confines. I didn’t help the situation by rubbing my hand over his boxers several times. When I tried to release his cock there wasn’t enough room in his waistband to get it over the head. after failing twice, Daddy pulled down his boxers for me, and I instantly felt myself get wet again. Imagining his hard cock being naked behind my bare rear end was almost tempting enough to turn around, but luckily I had the mental fortitude to stop myself.
Gripping his shaft, I palpated his length and girth from the base to its tip, gasping the entire way. Daddy was far bigger than anything I could have imagined. My hand felt tiny compared to him, and I could barely fit around it. the first strokes I made of his penis behind my back were playful as I scooted backward to him to get a better grip. The veins of his shaft swelled, and he flexed in my palm. My tongue ran along the top row of my teeth as I panted with every stroke of my daddy’s hard rod.
When Daddy began to breathe heavily on my back and neck, I leaned back into him. He buried his lips into the crook of my neck like a vampire about to feast, and I became lost in a limbo between pleasure and orgasm. Listening to my father groan in my ear only made me stroke his meat harder and faster. Drips of his pre-ejaculate spilled down my fingers, and I had to swallow the saliva I salivated.
Daddy’s hand returned to my chest, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. I could feel his hips thrusting into my hand, and my hips rocked back and forth as I fantasized about Daddy’s bare penis entering my vagina.
“Ugh, honey…” my father grunted into my throat, and I felt myself reach the precipice of another orgasm as he plucked my nipples.
Suddenly, Daddy’s grip on my body tightened, and his breathing turned into a sprint. His penis became an iron rod in my delicate hand, and I felt it seize and my lower back become splattered with Daddy’s warm, milky seed. I pressed my head back against Daddy’s chest as I came as well. In that moment, I never wanted to release his cock. I wanted him to be inside me forever.
I want Daddy’s seed inside me…
My other hand clapped to my sex and circled my clit twice before my orgasm released an even larger squirt of juices that spilled over my thighs and soaked my sheets.
“Mmmmmmmgah—da—mmmm,” I moaned before shoving my face back into my pillow. I had hoped my father didn’t hear me since the final strings of his cum were dribbling down my hand and dripping to my bed.
When our orgasms finally passed, I reluctantly released his cock. Daddy gained control of his breathing for several minutes before he leaned forward and kissed my shoulder again. I was so high from my multiple orgasms that I thought nothing of it when he combed my hair out of my face to kiss his wife’s lips. His reaction told me he finally realized something was wrong.
Immediately, he dropped my hair and scooted away. we both froze as the moment of realization struck us both for different reasons
Oh, my God! What did I just let my daddy do!? This was so wrong.
Without saying a word, he exploded to his feet. I didn’t dare to move and anticipated a rare but harsh lecture from my dad. Instead, I heard him gather his clothes and quickly but quietly leave my bedroom. Going down the stairs, I listened to him all the way until he entered and closed his bedroom door downstairs. That was when I finally allowed myself to exhale. I sat up in the messy bed of my juices and Daddy’s cum and began to hyperventilate. A hundred random thoughts struck me at once.
I have to wake up in four hours… Tomorrow is a school day. What if he tells his Mother? What will she say? I have to change my underwear… I have to hide my sheets!
But more than any other thought, the one that pulsed in the front of my mind was, what’s Daddy going to do when I see him tomorrow?
