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Alone With Dad

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Whilst mum is away Dad and I get to spend the weeking alone

I let Mum’s back massager fall gently to the floor. Eyes rolling, mouth open, I am slightly breathless from a delicious long orgasm. The room is in total darkness because it’s only 3am. I reach down and turn my electric blanket off, and drift off into a happy sensual sleep. I’m woken by Mum the next morning in my room. It is 7:30am already, and time to get up for sixth form college. I’m not too sad because at least it’s Friday. She kisses me goodbye, and glances down at the massager with a knowing smile that says “I know you masturbated during the night!” It doesn’t bother me that she knows; in fact it’s kind of nice that I don’t need to hide the fact. She tells me to take care, and that she’ll see me on Sunday, She’s going away for two nights with a couple of friends for some pampering at a spa hotel about fifty miles away.

As she walks out of my room, I get up and begin my day. The day at college really drags. It seems to take an eternity to end, but at last it does, the bell sounds, and I begin the short walk home to start the weekend. Whilst I am walking, my mind is racing, thinking about the pleasure the weekend will bring. I always masturbate more during the weekend when I am more relaxed, and can spend more time in bed during the day. You know Dad, I love it when you and Mum go shopping on a Saturday morning and leave me home alone. For a seventeen year old to have the whole house to masturbate in is so relaxing. However, Mum is away this weekend, so you’ll not be going shopping.

I finally get home and head for the shower. I’m bleeding heavily, as it’s the third day of my period. I throw my clothes in the wash basket and enjoy a hot shower. It’s not long before I’m on top of my bed, fresh knickers on and panty pad, enjoying a little back massager fun. I’ve got an hour before you get home from work. I don’t orgasm, but just balance on the edge. I keep getting ever so close, and the temptation to let myself come is mind-blowing, but my will power prevails and I just float around on a cloud of pleasure till it’s time to get myself dressed.

I greet you at the door with a kiss and a hug. You ask me, “Would you like to go out for dinner as Mum’s away?” which is just an excuse, since you hate cooking. I immediately reply, “Yes please, it’ll be fun to go out together.” We both change and off we go, dressed up for the occasion, and looking like a father and daughter out of a glam magazine. We enjoy dinner and you have a few glasses of wine, after which we return home and put on a DVD. It’s so nice spending time alone with you. I fantasise that we’re a couple spending a night in together by the fire.

Cuddled up on the sofa, you watching TV, me staring into the fire. Lost in the flames, my arousal level goes through the roof. I make the excuse of needing the toilet, and go upstairs to turn my electric blanket on. I put Mum’s back massager under the duvet, and turn the infra-red on. I badly need to finish what I started earlier. I go to toilet and change the pad in my knickers, longing to go back down without knickers on, but bleeding too heavily to do so. When I get back to the living room, you’ve got yourself another wine, and poured me a small glass too. “Don’t tell Mum!” you say. I smile and lie on the floor by the fire with my glass. You get comfy on the sofa, kick your shoes off and unbuckle your belt – too much food is your excuse. The fire is dying down, just a red glow, reminding me of the massager upstairs and waiting for me. I get closer and closer to the fire. You have learned to read my signs of arousal by now, my hips bucking slowly in my eagerness, pulling the seam of my jeans tight against my pubic mound. You ask me if l need to go to bed. “You look so tired!” you say, trying to make it easy for me to go and masturbate. “I am Dad” I reply, “I think I’ll turn in for the night.” I get up and give you a big kiss and hug, thank you for a great night and go off to my room. You stare at my bottom as I leave the room, and I know you’re having the same urges as me, but both of us are too scared to say anything.

You give me half an hour to get settled and finish your wine. I change into my pyjamas and quietly sneak into your bedroom to find one of your magazines. I’ve looked through them many times. They are full of such sensual pictures and stories. I find them in the usual place, together with a pair of my panties with a blood covered pad still stuck to them. I’m taken aback. I had no idea you’ve ever done that. The blood is still sticky and fresh, so they must be the ones I wore to college today. This panics me a little, but in a good way. I rush from your room and go and get into bed. Within minutes I’m masturbating, the massager and blankets are so nice and warm. You make your own way to bed. You can’t stop yourself from listening outside my bedroom door. You hear the familiar sounds of Mum’s massager, the very massager you’ve been using on her for all these years. It makes you so hard to imagine your little girl using it between her legs. You go to bed and masturbate yourself, and it doesn’t take too long for you to come, you are so aroused. You then clean yourself up and soon drift off to sleep.

However, I masturbate well into the night, thinking of you in your room, fantasising about you playing alone, wanting to join you. I balance for hours, till I’m red and sore, just me and the massager in the darkness. I finally let myself climax, after more than a day of teasing myself my orgasm comes in waves, multi orgasms really that each last for over a minute, after which I turn the massager off and let it fall to the floor. When I wake, there’s still a tingle between my legs, a mixture of pain and pleasure. I reach under the elastic of my knickers, and I can feel my swollen lips. It’s becoming light, just enough to see the time on the clock by my bed, 6:20am. I’m soaked with sweat, and I realise that the electric blanket is still on. I lie there thinking about you once more, slipping a finger into my tutu. I need to see you, so I get out of bed, and put my bathrobe on because the house is so cold on winter mornings. I enter your bedroom, there is just enough light to see you lying on your side totally naked, the covers thrown off. My breath quickens with desire at the sight of you. I sit on the bed next to you, unsure of what to do now I’m here. I reach out and touch your thigh. Your skin is warm in the cold morning air. I get braver and begin to stroke you, your thighs, legs, feet, back, and after building up the courage, your bottom. You feel so lovely and warm. You scare me when you moan, and then l realise you’re no longer sleeping soundly. Then you half open your eyes, look at me and smile, before closing them again. Your moans of approval give me confidence to stay, to maybe explore your body more. I’d never do this in total daylight, but the near darkness gives me a little privacy. I can’t see your penis because it’s too dark around that side of the bed, so I venture in that direction, holding my breath, too scared even to breathe. When I get there, the skin is so soft, like velvet. Still soft and flaccid it feels hot, hotter than the rest of you. I gently trace my thumb and finger along its length. Getting braver by the second I build up some rhythm and you begin to expand. Faster and faster you grow along with my breathing, the head swelling like a mushroom. You open your eyes again, and then shift onto your back. It’s only then that I see you for the first time. The sight is glorious. I sit there staring, mouth open, unable to comprehend what is happening, but too engrossed to leave.

I get off the bed, and remove my bathrobe, totally warmed up by the proceedings. I walk over to Mum’s dressing table and take the bottle of baby oil that I’ve used so much lately. When I return to the bed your change of position allows me to lie beside you. I coat my hands with a generous amount of oil, then pour the same amount onto your penis. You jerk at the cold, but settle back, and whisper “That’s nice, susan (my mothers name).” My two tiny hands surround you and begin their mission. Building speed slowly, but with a firmness that clearly shows their intentions. You’re in dreamland. Hard as a rock. Bulbous head. With no warning you erupt, white fluid that I know nothing of jets onto your tummy and chest, you’re moaning, almost whimpering baby-like. It’s over in seconds. “Mmmmmm” is all you say before turning over and going back to sleep. Suddenly reality hits me, and I feel the need to leave right now. As I let go of your penis it hits your tummy to bathe in a puddle of its own juices. I return the baby oil to its place, and in a flash remove my pyjama bottoms, followed by my knickers. I put them on your bedside table as proof of the event, and take my pyjama bottoms with me. Back in my bedroom I’m not sure of what will happen in a few hours time. Will you say nothing, or will you question me, and tonight go on to the next step? Proud of my actions I go to sleep as fast as my racing mind will let me.

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5 Comments

  • Reply Bob ID:1drm94i5cc15

    Dear Debbie,
    Great memory!! How far did you go with your dad that weekend. Did you blow him? Did he eat you out? Did you have a wonderful time spreading your naked thighs and letting his hard daddy cock penetrate your daughter pussy? I’d love to hear more. Let’s email, honey.
    Love, sucks and fucks,
    Bob

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  • Reply Joe ID:1bfepuyz6i9

    I hope you continue playing with your dad and eventually let him fuck you , especially when you are on your period .

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    This is boring

  • Reply Best ID:2x0gwlybv9b

    What is wrong with all of you.
    Don’t you have brain
    Instead of you to be working you are here reading stupid story

  • Reply Smarter than most ID:1kxv7r8l

    Thats a nice story