So yeah, that happened. As I lay in bed the next morning, dreading getting up and going to school, I reflected on what had occurred last night. Of course, this made me horny, and I had to relieve myself before I could get on with the day.
I honestly don’t remember school that day. I was in such a daze, daydreaming about my dad. My mind just kept flip-flopping between “Did you really do that?” and fantasizing about things I wanted to try.
We hadn’t had time to talk about last night because Mom was in one of her moods and took all of his attention. I mean, yeah, she’s his wife, but I really wanted to play some more!
When I got home, I was flushed with excitement about having some alone time with Dad. Sadly, he wasn’t there. Thomas was home, playing his video games like always. He barely acknowledged me when I stopped by his room to say hi.
So, I locked myself in my room and returned to the daydreaming I’d been doing all day. My cock was aching by this point as I hadn’t been paying any attention to it. I absentmindedly ran my fingers across it while it was still tucked away, teasing myself.
A knock at my door roused me from my sleep. I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep at some point.
I guess I hadn’t locked my door after all as Dad cracked it open and stuck his head in.
“You decent?” he asked.
“Would it matter?” I said softly enough so that Thomas wouldn’t hear me from his room across the hall.
“Everyone’s downstairs already, you coming?”
I started to grin at my father’s words but stopped, not sure how he meant it. His grin was answer enough for me.
“Dad, can we talk?” I asked.
“Sure honey, but not right now. Everyone’s waiting.”
I sighed and nodded before rising from my bed.
“You might want to…” My dad pointed at the large wet spot on my jeans from where my cock had been leaking.
“Oh!” I said in uncharacteristic embarrassment and immediately grabbed a pair of shorts from my dresser to change into. When I turned around, my dad still had his head around the door watching me.
I bit my lower lip and slowly began to peel my jeans off in front of him. This, of course, sent a lightning bolt down my cock and it stiffened as I pulled my underwear off.
Dad glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was there before turning back to the impromptu striptease I was giving him.
His eyes were glued to my cock and never wavered, “Incredible,” he murmured.
I smiled and slowly pulled my shorts on sans underwear. I took my time slowly moving and adjusting my still-hard cock until I had it safely tucked away. With a sudden thought, I moved it until just the tip was poking out the leg hole of my shorts.
“OK, I’m ready,” I said as I approached him.
For just a second, I thought he was going to come in and close the door, but then he growled slightly and tore himself away from the sight of me.
I smiled as he disappeared back into the hallway. Seems I could affect him after all. Sadly, he had more control, which was a good thing. Otherwise, we’d probably be going at it right now.
Dinner was quick, as Dad had brought something in. Mom was in a foul mood. Apparently, something had happened at work, and she’d had to do some honest work for a change. Dad did his best to console her, and Thomas just sat there eating, occasionally mumbling a response to a direct question.
Afterwards, we vegged in front of the TV. I sat across from my dad, where he could see me but I was hidden from everyone else. I did everything I could to catch his eye. Every time I did, I’d make a lude gesture or touch myself to get a reaction. He was a rock, only smiling and nodding at my attention. When I finally broke down and flashed a boob, all it got out of him was a cough.
I wasn’t sure what was up with him. Maybe he was having a bout of morality or second thoughts or something. He didn’t seem to want to play with me, and it frustrated me to no end.
After two hours of this aggravation, I excused myself and went upstairs to take a shower. I was so frustrated I didn’t even get myself off. I just finished up and went to bed.
Later, when I heard Dad open the door to say goodnight before he went to bed, I pretended to be asleep. If he didn’t want to play, fine. Then I didn’t want to play either. I was still frustrated and a little hurt that he wouldn’t play.
The click of him shutting the door as he left was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.
A moment later, a hand was shaking me gently awake.
“Ash?” Dad’s voice was a whisper.
I rolled over and found his silhouette standing over me. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was like two a. m.
“Dad?” I started before he shooshed me.
“Everyone’s still asleep. Follow me quietly.” Then he helped me to my still groggy feet and led me downstairs to the basement, where his “office” and a small den were.
He pulled me into the office and locked the door behind us. I plopped down onto the small couch as he turned his desk light on low.
“Dad?” I asked, yawning.
“You said you wanted to talk,” he said as he sat beside me.
“That was before you ignored me,” I huffed.
“Is that what you’re upset about? Sweetie, I was being cautious.”
“Cautious?” I asked.
“Yes. We still hadn’t talked and I didn’t want to misread anything.”
“What was there to misread?” I asked. “I was literally showing you my boobs.”
“Yes, and they’re beautiful. But, I had to make sure.”
“Make sure?” I asked.
“Yes baby. What we’ve done… what we’re doing, isn’t acceptable behavior.”
“Acceptable behavior?” I scoffed.
“Would you rather I say it was wrong?” He looked at me and waited. When I finally shook my head no, he continued. “Trust me, I know how to be daring and sneaky better than most. I know exactly when someone is heading to our basement stairs and when they’re coming down, so I know how long I have to get myself decent.”
“What, do you have motion sensors or something?” I asked.
“No, I just know the sounds of the house and can watch the shadows on the stairs.”
“Why?” I asked. “You keep talking about being sneaky like you’ve been doing this a while now.”
“I have,” he nodded. “Ash, I’m a horny guy. A VERY horny guy. Some have told me I’m the most sexual person they’ve ever met. I’ll try anything, usually twice, in case I screwed it up the first time.”
I laughed slightly.
“I’m pretty horny myself… sometimes a bit too horny,” I sighed. This is how it was with my dad. We could be honest with each other and blunt when we needed to be. We had a pretty special relationship before we started fooling around.
“There is nothing wrong with it, as long as you don’t let it control you or get you into trouble,” Dad said.
“Like on the couch tonight while watching TV,” I said.
He nodded. “There are ways to do what you wanted tonight, but you can easily get caught if you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Or if you’re so horny you’re not thinking straight,” I grumbled.
“You got it,” he said as he booped me on the nose, making me giggle.
“Now, you might not know this about me, but I’m a bit of a slut,” he said.
“With how well you were sucking my cock, I figured you had some experience,” I grinned.
“Yes,” he sighed. I’ve been with guys, girls, both, you name it. Your mom, on the other hand, she’s different. She was a pretty straight-laced girl back in the day. I sorta… corrupted her on a lot of things.”
“Is that why y’all got married? You had her wrapped around your finger?” I asked.
“Not as such. She was popular and had to keep up appearances. But she wanted to test the waters and explore sex, safely, before she went off to college. So, she figured no one would believe a geek like me if I said anything, and we started having ‘study dates.’ I’m not going to say I was some perfect Romeo in bed or anything. I was only 18 at the time, your mom was a hair older than me. But I was perverted. I read and watched A LOT and then tried most of it out on your mom. After a while, it became more than just screwing around,” he said.
“Huh,” I said, digesting the information.
“What about you?”
“Me?” I asked.
“Are you a pervert too?” He grinned at me.
“I went after and sucked my own dad’s cock; what do you think?” I grinned back. When he just kept grinning at me, I continued.
“Yes,” I sighed. “I’m horny all the time too. I have been for a while now.”
“So, it wasn’t your addition down there that did it?” he asked.
“My cock? Oh hell no. I was a slut long before this,” I laughed.
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Yes, and before you ask, I’m careful.” I rolled my eyes.
“You’re a smart girl,” he said.
I frowned. “I’ve tried a lot.”
“And your friend Terri?”
“Oh, she and I have known each other biblically since my 18th birthday. She was actually my first,” I shrugged.
“Really? Y’all have had a lot of sleepovers since then,” he started.
“Yes Dad, we’ve fucked on some of them,” I shook my head.
“Maybe I should get some more security cameras?” he said, mostly to himself.
“Yeah, you do that,” I said sarcastically.
“What about me?” he asked, turning back to me.
“What about you?” I asked.
“When did you take an interest?” he asked.
“It was the websites,” I nodded with him. “I’d never heard of futa before and really liked the idea. The problem was–”
“All the videos you’d seen included a dad,” he finished for me.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Sorta came with the package, pun intended. Even when I watched videos without a dad, I still thought about you. Then I started stalking you, trying to catch a peek whenever I could.”
“I remember you walking in on me in the shower a few times,” he said.
“Hey! You started it!” I glared at him. “Was that on purpose? That first time you walked in on me? Were you trying to see me naked?”
He was quiet for a minute.