Fucking by my dad

“Ya alright in there big guy?”

The response… “Fine… Smart ass!” and then… “Oh shit! Sara can you bring in my body wash for me? It’s in my travel bag.”
“Sure daddy” I reply. That’s when it happened. I walk into the bathroom and it was like I was hit by a bolt of lightning! My father, standing in the shower washing his hair had just given me quite the profile view of him courtesy of the glass shower door. I stood there mesmerized by him. My eyes transfixed on his wet cock. I felt a stir in my pussy. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity before I was snapped back to reality by my fathers voice.

“Hey. Thanks sugar.”
“Ugh… No problem dad” was all I managed to spit out of my tongue tied mouth.
I darted out of the bathroom and back to bed feeling a little embarrassed but a lot more turned on. Under the covers I began to rub slowly on my shaved little mound. While my other hand probed my nipple that sat on top of my tan little B cup breast. God! What was going on? I’m rubbing my pussy and thinking of… My Father!!!

I felt kinda confused but a whole lot more aroused. I imagined sucking his soft cock till it was a rock and slowly sliding him in between my tight wet lips. Feeling him sink all the way in until his balls rested on my asshole. God I bet he can fuck like an ani…
“Umm Sara… Is it okay if I come to bed now? Or do you need a few minutes?” Came my fathers voice. Holy shit! Busted finger fucking myself by my dad… In the bed we were about to share!

I stumble to find words… “No it’s okay” I blurted out.
My father climbs on his side of the bed quickly and turns his back. That was extremely awkward but I was soo damn horny I didn’t really care. What I did care about was getting myself off. I waited until I heard my fathers breathing become heavy before sneaking into the bathroom for another play session. What was going on with me? Where did these thoughts come from? I felt kind of twisted but more and more I felt myself becoming obsessed with my father’s cock. I finished my quick finger bang session with a rather disappointing orgasm and climbed back into bed.

I was sleeping rather restlessly when I felt my rather close to me. His back was no longer turned and I could feel the heat from his body next to me. I slowly inched closer to him as slowly and methodically as I could. I had plans for him. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I felt my fathers hand on my thigh. We were ( for lack of a better term) in a spooning position. I cant describe the feelings I felt as his hand caressed my upper thigh. He was slowly pressing himself against my ass. I could feel his semi-erect cock between the cheeks of my ass. I knew all of this was from a subconscious state on his part, but I didn’t care. I felt my vaginal juices begin to flow. I began pressing my ass back onto him in desperation of feeling every bit of him that I could. I slid his hand up onto my breast manual forcing him to squeeze it. God he felt good. We stayed this way for some time. Him rubbing my breast and me grinding my ass against his now swollen member. It seemed like we were in this position forever until my father jerked and awoke. I froze. I heard him slowly mutter “shit” to himself as he quickly removed his hand. That was all for the night as he moved as far from me as he could. I fell asleep dejected but not defeated.