When daddy fucked Anna

I think, looking back, the lockdowns did strange things to families. It was the first time families were forced into close proximity with each other, and not allowed out. The summer was a very hot one, and there was, literally, nowhere to go. I suspect every family everywhere had a touch of cabin fever.

We were fortunate in having a very large estate. Not only did it mean we could have some alone time and not get on each other’s nerves, but we could indulge in a little Al-fresco sexual activity. I masturbated myself to a standstill virtually everywhere! So did Ali, and, of course, when masturbation wasn’t enough, Ali and I did each other. 

But what of mum and dad? Well, they too had sex everywhere, but there was more going on in their sex lives. I knew - and Alison knew that mum and dad had a wide variety of role plays that they used in the bedroom. Schoolgirl-teacher, two strangers meeting and fucking, but also, they sometimes discussed us, and it clearly got them aroused knowing Ali and I were fooling around and that led to times when mum would pretend to be one of us while dad pretended to fuck us. Believe me, it was wildly erotic listening to it, and I am 99% sure that mum ‘borrowed’ our undies from time to time to add realism. 

The lockdown also brought out sexual conversations between me and mum. No so much Ali, but mainly me. During these, I told mum I knew about their role plays, but that I was not only ok with it, but I also found it wildly erotic. Mum, in return, suggested that should ‘something happen’, she would find that erotic as well. 

Remember, we hung out naked pretty much all that summer, and I was used to seeing dad at least a semi, and sometimes fully hard. And yes, before you ask, sometimes I would play up to him and deliberately try to cause an erection. Lying on a sun lounger, eyes closed, legs open and idly playing with myself, well, I hope not many men could resist! 

So, the day it happened. 

Dad and I were knocking balls around on the tennis court. It was far too hot to attempt a game, and to be honest, watching a man’s cock and balls as he runs across a court is funny rather than horny. But all good things, as they say…. We ended up just standing where we were knocking the ball over the net. Finally, we’d both had enough. We walked from our respective sides to the store where we keep tubes of tennis balls and other stuff, and where I had left a towel on the floor. I was covered in sweat, and like many girls, when I exercise, I get wet ‘there’ too. Honestly, you should see inside the panties of girls when they’ve been running. I’m no different. 

I bent to get my towel, and I felt dad behind me. There was a little movement, and then I felt his hands on my hips. I felt a rapidly hardening cock too! I should perhaps say that when I bend over, the way I’m built means that my vulva is clearly visible, rather cheekily if I may say so, between my thighs. Perhaps invitingly might be a better word. 

Anyway, I thought I might be in for a little gentle rubbing together. That would have been quite enough to get filed in my ‘wank bank’ for use later. To begin with, that’s what I got. I felt his hard penis rubbing against my bum and his balls against my upper thighs. I remember thinking “Hmm…mum’s going to get fucked raw after this.” Except I was wrong. I got fucked raw instead. 

I felt a hand move from my hip and the next thing I knew was his cock head nudging against my willing and very slippery lips. Taking him inside me was a bit of a squeeze, but holy shit….easily and by far the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Ever! I felt a hesitation as if he was thinking twice about what he was doing, but I soon quelled that by pushing back against him and saying those two words all men love. “Fuck me.” 

He did. Savagely. Punctuated with more than a few “Oh Anna!’s and me responding with “Fuck me, daddy.” I felt him explode inside me and better still, for the first time ever, I felt someone cum so much in me that it squished down the side of his cock and ran down my thighs. My dad is a very heavy cummer. I reached for my clit and rubbed it enough for me to cum, telling him “Oh daddy, let me cum on your cock.” 

Now, the post mortem.

Regrets? A couple, actually. I would have loved him to have me face-to-face. My legs spread and him between them fucking me bloody. Second, I wish Alison and I had done it immediately afterward. 

I told mum that ‘it’ had happened. She hugged me and kissed the top of my head. I remember she told me “Always remember sweetie, if a relationship can’t stand a little fun out of school, it’s a weak relationship. Variety is the spice of life.” 

A while later, still in that glorious hot summer, mum and I were naked by the pool and I asked her if she had a) fooled around with someone else and b) fooled around in her family. She poured us a couple of Margaritas and told me the full story. 

“Oh, sweetie. Do you think you and Ali are the only siblings ever to have goofed around? Your uncle Allan and I did from about 16 onwards for a couple of years until we got serious boyfriends and girlfriends. It started with curiosity about how each other pleasured ourselves, and for a time, we watched each other, but it quickly led to us doing each other. And then, one day, we were horsing around, being cheeky the way only siblings can and we ended up wrestling. We were both naked of course since we were going to masturbate, but then, well, it happened. He got me on my back and I felt his cock between my legs. Even though it was my first time, all I wanted in the world was his cock in me right there and then. I was on the pill because of my awful periods, so no harm, no foul. That thought flashed through my mind in a nanosecond and I felt him just push. Oh it hurt, of course, and I bled, but the feelings of sex way overpowered any discomfort, so that was it. From then on we became friends with benefits, as they say.”

She took a deep slug of her drink and then continued. 

“As for fooling around now I’m married. Well, Anna, listen to this because it’s important. Just because you get a ring on your finger doesn’t mean that your attraction radar gets decommissioned. Marriages are commitments, yes, but they can also become routine, and that’s awful. If the relationship is rock solid, as ours is, you can take enormous pleasure in your partner’s pleasure. In fact, that’s what good sex is. For example, I bet you and Alison are far more interested in each other’s orgasms than your own, right?” 

I must admit, right now, my clit was screaming for attention as I listened to mum talk. I nodded, and she carried on.

“So, let me ask you. Suppose the next time you went to bed with her, she told you she had been laid? What’s your response.” I felt an immediate surge of excitement and that’s what I told mum. “There! You see? That’s how it is. Now, how about if every time you two went to bed she told you she had been laid?” Hmmm, that was different. “I guess I’d think maybe our time had run its course.”

“You are absolutely right. When dad has an affair, it’s rarely more than one or two nights, or maybe two weeks at the outside, and it’s happened four times in our marriage. I’ve had slightly more. The point is, we always tell the other. And we tell each other before it’s happened. This is very important. Dad might tell me about a girl he fancies….we will probably role play it in bed a few times, and then he may or may not actually have sex with her. Believe me, it leads to some wild sex together afterward as well.  There are things we both want to do and haven’t as yet. Dad wants to watch me with another man. I want to watch him with another woman. I don’t mean on video, I want to actually watch. There are lots of things. As I told you, variety is the spice of life.”

“Mum, I know you’ve role played me. I have to ask, have you….er….used my panties as well?” I don’t know, but this suddenly seemed really important to me. 

“Hmm…ok. First, let me say that girls growing into young women is wildly exciting. Watching you both develop into sexual beings, well, it’s made me so excited for you both…and proud too. No, I’m not avoiding the question. Dad and I would talk, in bed, about how you were both developing, and sometimes he would get an erection. At first, I’d just masturbate him but it grew. I decided to….develop the idea. I took either your or Ali’s panties from the laundry and got your dad to inhale you, or simply to cum into the panties. That led to me wearing them and him having me, calling me either of your names. So yes, we do use panties.” 

By now I was literally aching to finish myself off. 

“And it doesn’t bother you, dad thinking about him fu….er…having sex with one or other of your daughters?”

Mum giggled. She has an infectious giggle. “Anna, you’re grown up now. It’s ok to say the word ‘fucking’. Let me ask you this. Are either of you ugly? Dirty? Unclean?” I shook my head. “Are you both actually incredibly attractive, sexual entities in your own rights?” A vigorous nod. “Then of course he finds you attractive.”

Something in me made me ask. ‘“Mum, how about other girls….have you…?”

“Oh yes. I had my lesbian phase…and a fling or two as well. My favourite thing was a sleepover where I could…um…’have a bath’. I’d find whoever I was sleeping over with panties, and just lie on the bathroom floor, smelling her and wanking myself silly. Oh, the number of times I’ve cum just doing that. I still enjoy the scent of a girl to this day.” 

“Oh really? Whose panties do you use?”

Mum got off her lounger and kissed my forehead. “Anna, sweetie, you can be really dense sometimes. Now, finish yourself off before you explode. When your clit’s on fire, your brain stops working!”

She’s right. It does. It actually took me a couple of minutes to realise my panties were shared by more than my dad.

So, for those who have asked, that’s the tale of THE day IT happened. 

Hope you enjoyed it….and oh….to the nice man who sent me a vile private message accusing me, among other things of being “…a fucking whore”. Yes, I am. And I’m fiercely proud of it. Thank you for the compliment.