The next morning we woke and hurried out of the hotel to get on the road. Stopping at a drive-thru for breakfast. My father was unusually quite. Listening to Bob Dylan and occasionally singing along. I had to break the ice.
“How did you sleep, daddy?” I asked randomly
“Okay I guess” he quipped back.
Silence again. I decided to quicken my plan.
“I slept amazingly. Nice to be in bed with a big strong man” I boldly stated.
My father almost wrecked the car, he whipped his head in my direction so fast.
“Uhhh… Honey” he stammered.
“Did you notice anything unusual last night?” he asked
Feeling bold again I quickly responded “Oh, you mean when you were rubbing my breast?”
My father swallowed worriedly.
“Uh yeah” he managed to get out.
“I did and I must say for being asleep you really know how to work your hand” I responded ever so sly.
“Yeah well I’m sorry for that. I guess I’m just used to your mother in bed with me.” he apologized.
“It’s no big deal daddy. Made me feel pretty good.” I replied. Then the awkward silence again.
Finally we arrived and checked in again to a hotel. Quickly prepped for the calling hours and were off. My father remained rather quite all day. After the calling hours he dropped me back to the hotel and said he would be meeting up with some old friends for a drink. Gave me some money for a pizza and was off. I had dinner in the room. Showered and made sure to shave very well before climbing in bed. I slept in one of my fathers t-shirts that barely covered my ass and helped expose my erect nipples. I was a hunter now. Just waiting on my prey. My father finally stumbled in around 1:30. Finally I thought.
“Hey honey. You still up?” my father asked rhetorically.
“Yeah dad, I was waiting for you” I shot back.
“You’re drunk aren’t you?” I asked in a very motherly fashion
“No dear, I’m fine!” he replied. Almost falling down in an attempt to take off his shoe.
“Whoa there partner!” I sarcastically replied.
“Let me help you. I’ll do your shoes. You just lay on the bed.” no response just a simple nod of compliance. Shoes and socks off. Now onto the more intriguing articles of clothing. First I undid his button down shirt. Revealing his tan and rather tone chest. I could feel my pulse begin to race. Next I slowly loosened his belt and worked on his button and zipper. My father just laying there attempting to watch the television. I pulled him up and removed the shirt and returned to my area of focus. I began pulling down his pants and purposely grabbed hold of his boxer short waisteband. I gave a forceful tug as he lifted himself to accommodate. I barely made it down before he realized I had his boxers and grabbed hold of them. Minor setback. My father got up and staggered to the bathroom. I heard the toilet lid go up and jumped up to watch. There he stood relieving himself as I rubbed my little swollen clit watching. I decided it was now or never. He finished and turned while I just stood there still rubbing my wet womanhood. My father stood for a long moment trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing. His boxers still at his knees.
“Sara honey. Is everything okay?” he asked quizzically.
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