I’ve had more questions about the one and only time my dad and I fucked. I’m no psychologist, and I can only tell you how it felt for me and what thoughts were in my head.
I’ll try and explain it more, but honestly, there’s not much more to say.
There’s a few other bits and pieces at the end too.
I think there comes a time when you wake up sexually. Dad is no longer that safe, all-knowing source of warm cuddles and soft, mellifluous voice. A girl realises her existence relies on the fact that her dad had sex, or she wouldn’t be there. She will usually figure this out just as she herself is becoming a sexual entity.
I began to be conscious of the sounds of sex coming from my parent’s room. Especially when mum would say things like “…fuck me with your huge cock.”
I began to be aware of my dad’s cock. Oh not directly of course….not at that point. I was just aware that it was…there. Front and centre, hiding behind a couple of layers of material. A cock….a penis…my dad’s cock….the cock that helped make me!
During the stiflingly hot days of the summers that followed, things became way more relaxed at home. Nudity became a commonplace thing, and I actually saw it. Sometimes flaccid, but sometimes semi erect and a few times, fully hard. The first erect cock I saw was my dad’s.
As Ali and I progressed through 15, 16, 17, mum and dad discussed more and more how we were developing and changing. The need for new clothes became the need for bras. (Only just, in my case!). Like most pubescent girls we went through a ‘secretive’ phase, but it wasn’t that long before I realised my parents would stare at me more and more when I wandered around the place in just my underwear. And I got a distinct tingle when it was my dad doing the looking, although he tried hard not to make it obvious.
Fast forward now to the time I caught him quietly masturbating by the old pool. He was simply standing there, naked, leaning back against the machinery house and….well….wanking. His eyes were tightly shut, and who knows what he was thinking?
I watched, scarcely daring to breathe as he reached his climax and shot his cum over the flower beds. Watching that white stuff arc from his dick was thrilling. There was a savagery to it that appealed to me, and also, it was a sexual act I had witnessed. It made me wet, and I had to find somewhere to masturbate. I’d just seen the cock that made me shoot semen. I felt funny inside my vagina. I couldn’t imagine anything that big ever being inside me.
Fast forward again to that day….that tennis game….that precise moment when I felt the very tip of his cock push inside me. I remember Miss Brain screaming with excitement that “It’s your dad! This is by far the sexiest, dirtiest, most perverted thing you’ve ever done.” As he slipped inside me, stretching me wide open I pushed back against him, partly to indicate my compliance in this, but also so I could take him in at my pace.
The moment he came in me triggered the image of his cock spurting by the pool, except now, it was inside me.
I loved every sexy, perverse second of it. Even walking back to the house with his semen running down my legs was an absolute joy.
Since then? Well, there have been countless masturbatory sessions replaying and enhancing it. In my mind, I’ve had him orally, and anally. The best one was when Miss Brain (or is it Mrs. Brain now?) cooked up a fantasy of him having Emily, and me eating her out afterwards.
Sex can be slow, gentle and delicate, but it seems to me, and correct me if I’m wrong, but guys seem to need it fast and furious sometimes. That high-speed banging seems important, especially if the girl is screaming “fuck me….fuck me…fuck me!” I suppose there’s a place for both.
So, there it is. A perverse, utterly wonderful act that is frowned upon by society, yet happens, I suspect, a lot more frequently than shall ever be known. Brother/sister, brother/brother, sister/sister, daughter/dad, son/mother? Pick a combination, and I bet it’s happened.
And my mum? That summer was a weird one. Lockdown, cabin fever, they had been fucking in every room in the house and in the grounds. They simply didn’t care if Ali or I saw them. In fact, I’d go further, I think they deliberately did it where we would see them. I know for a fact their more kinky role plays in the bedroom at night involved us…and our panties. I remember one where mum was talking dirty to dad. She had been talking about me. “Imagine she’s in here watching you jack off. She’s standing there, next to the bed. Oh, look. She’s touching herself. I think she wants your cock. (Pause) she’s got her hand inside her panties now. (Pause) she’s taken them off. Maybe I should invite her to join in? Anna, come and sit on dad’s cock. That’s right, take it inside you. Now fuck him. Yes, I know it hurts at first. Breath deeply. I bet she’s tight, isn’t she? It’s ok….now…cum inside her…..go on…don’t hold it back….cum up her.” That’s all I heard, but it was horny as fuck.
Mum had let me know something might happen, and she’d let me know it was ok with her. She genuinely didn’t mind. In fact, it felt more like closing the circle between fantasy and reality. I know, for example, that she has role-played being me. Yes, I know. Perverse much, but isn’t that the stuff kinky fantasies are made of? I fantasise about some very weird things. Some of them I can say I would definitely never do in real life, others, well, I’m not so sure.
I now know that mum and dad swing from time to time. They aren’t regulars by any means, but now and then, when the sex life gets a bit hum-drum, dad might go out and have sex with another woman, which mum finds wildly intoxicating, or she may go out and have sex with another man, I’ve heard her telling him about it. “……he pulled my panties to one side and had me, right there in the back of the car.” (Muffled question from dad that I couldn’t make out) “No, in fact I told him to do it inside me.” There then followed the sounds of what I can only describe as savage fucking.
On that point, I could go out tonight, and I guarantee I could get laid. It’s so much easier for girls, I think. Guys? Well, these days I think it’s become unfair. If you approach a girl there’s a 50/50 chance she will complain about sexual harassment. I think guys have become, or are becoming reluctant to make the approaches.
My dad is film star good looking though. He’s what some of my friends have described as a ‘panty-wetter’. I know for a fact that more than one of my friends have masturbated thinking about him. He also carries with him an air of confidence but presents it in a totally non-threatening way. Women seem to flock round him and he has no difficulty in attracting a bedmate.
Mum is good looking too. I think they have been to swingers parties so they can actually watch each other getting laid.
Strange, isn’t it? To some couples, infidelity would be the end of the relationship, yet Emily, myself, mum and dad have another word for infidelity. We call it possessiveness. When you marry, you don’t own someone body and soul. Emily has had sex with another girl outside of our relationship. I was thrilled to hear about it. Every raunchy, salacious detail got me wetter and wetter until I damn near did something I thought was Impossible and came in my panties. I think, and I know others will disagree with this, that true love isn’t confining. I can rejoice in the pleasure Emily gets, no matter it’s source. I know she loves me from the bottom of her heart, and that our relationship is as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar. Mum and dad’s is the same.
Emily knows I’m bi. I must admit, I did try to convince myself that I was 100% lesbian, but what’s that old saying? “Unto thine own self be true”. I am bisexual. I need cock from time to time. I enjoy cock from time to time. Emily knows this and accepts this. Better still, Em is interested in this. I know there was something in her past that alienated her from cocks, and one day, she may tell me what it was. For now, she can enjoy the pleasure I get. And she does. When I tell her about what The Lovely Chris and I do together, her panties get in a mess too….and it’s partly because of the pleasure I got, but also, she has told me, she thinks “….about that stiff rod of meat plunging in and out of you, then spurting over your cervix.”
So, wetness then. Cunt cream. Panty-pudding, or whatever else you call it. An ever-present aspect of being female.
Oh, and before i finish (gosh, this one turned out to be longer than I intended…sorry) Have you heard of ‘vabbing’? Apparently it’s quite a craze. No more perfume, girls. Instead, you push a couple of fingers inside yourself, then dab them behind your ears, on your neck and wrists - everywhere you would place perfume. It’s supposed to attract guys. Makes sense to me. Has anyone tried it? I think I’m going to give it a go and see what happens!
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