Wrong? Maybe, but I loved it.
I live with my dad. My mum and he divorced years ago, and I don't have a boyfriend. I don't have time for one thing. I work in education and there seems to be little or no time for me.
Sexually, I masturbate when I feel the need and sometimes just to relax. I had never really thought about my dads needs though until this happened.
Dad and I are really good friends and I am much closer to him than to my mum. We holiday together and all in all life is good. Two weeks ago, I was at home in my room and feeling horny. I had found this site and had been reading a few things and all in all I needed to take care of myself. I lay back on my bed and lifted my skirt up. I like to masturbate fully clothed just as much as naked. I pulled my panties up tight and just enjoyed the sensation of feeling my pussy tight against the material. Soon enough, I got my hand in them and got into my rhythm. When I could feel I was really wet I pulled them to one side and started to finger myself. I was getting very close when the door opened and dad walked in. He was dreadfully embarrassed and left immediately, closing the door behind him.
I stopped what I was doing and went to find him. I should have locked the door and I felt bad. I found him in his bedroom, trousers around his ankles and a huge hard cock in his hand. This time, it was me who nearly walked out. Instead, I said to him. 'I'm sorry, dad. I should have locked the door.' He said ' Oh Alison. No. It's my fault... and so is this.' He looked down at his hard-on. Suddenly I realised how lonely he has been these last years and I really wanted to help him out. I walked to him and hugged him and said. 'It's ok. Maybe it's something we both need.' I reached down and held his cock. Yes, I know it was bad, but then it also felt really hot too. I started to jack him slowly at first, then getting faster. I felt him relax against me and I quickened my action on his cock. His hand was brushing my thigh and I thought 'What the hell.' so I took it and pressed it between my legs. I knew I was hot and very wet from what I was doing. I got him to push his hand in my knickers and then I felt him press a finger inside me. At this exact point, he shot a load of sperm half way across the damn room. He must really have needed it! I kept milking his cock until the last drop and told him to keep doing exactly what he was doing to me. I turned to face him and pulled him to me, having his wet semi hard cock against me brought me over the edge and I had a lovely orgasm into his hand.
We cleaned up and spent a very awkward evening together. That night, I lay in bed thinking about what we had done. Incest? Some may say, but all I know is that we helped each other out when we both really needed it. Thing is, I got to wondering about the whole thing. Would I do it again? Yes. Absolutely. Ah, but would I go further? In the time since, I have masturbated a hell of a lot and sometimes, yes, I have imagined him fucking me. Would I do it for real? The thing is, I can't say for sure that I wouldn't.
Three days after that incident happened, dad wanted to talk about it and I found out that he felt exactly the same as I did. As we chatted, he became aroused again and this time, I suggested we went to his room. Once there, we stripped each other and got into bed. (Well, almost stripped, I kept my knickers on.) This time he dry humped me and came onto my tummy and breasts. My orgasm when it hit was really huge. Far and away the best cum I have ever had.
Now, several days after that I know for a fact that if circumstances were right I would go all the way.
Well, there is my deep dark and no doubt very sinful secret. But you know, I wonder if there are any other girls out there who have had similar experiences?