I’ve always been a curious and adventurous person, especially when it comes to sex. My name is Rachael, and I’m 18 years old, navigating life’s twists with my dad, John, a cheerful yet concerned 61-year-old. Since my mom left us when I was a toddler, it’s been just us. Dad’s world revolves around his accounting job and an enduring love for classic rock and musty books – his special way of filling the quiet of our home, aside from me.
He’s the kind of guy who’s made an office sanctuary amid piles of paperwork and a computer that sounds like it’s on its last legs. He insists his work is about helping people, his eyes sparkling with sincerity behind his glasses whenever he talks about it.
Our weekends are sacred, a time when spreadsheets give way to spontaneous road trips or kitchen experiments gone wrong. Yet, beneath our laughter and shared moments, Dad’s concern for me, particularly about my social life, has always lingered.
One morning, as he attempted to master the art of pancake flipping – a task more comical than culinary – he broached the subject. “Rachael, I know you’re out a lot, meeting different people… I used to tell my parents I was ‘just hanging out’ when I was your age, too. I’m not stupid; I remember what it’s like.”
I paused, a lump forming in my throat as I watched him. It was rare for Dad to speak so openly about his youth.
“Look, I trust you,” he continued, catching a wayward pancake with a flick of the wrist, a small victory smile crossing his face. “Just, please be careful. I know ‘just hanging out’ can mean a lot of things. Just remember who you are, and don’t make compromises that you’ll regret.”
His words, simple and earnest, struck a chord. It wasn’t just a lecture but a plea from someone who’d navigated these waters himself. “I understand, Dad,” I responded, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. “I’ll be more careful. Promise.”
Then, a thought struck me, a concern for his happiness as much as he fretted over mine. “But what about you, Dad? Maybe it’s time you thought about getting back out there and finding someone special. You have your own needs and desires, too,” I pointed out, aware of the loneliness that occasionally shadowed his face.
“Well, Rachael,” John started, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink, “I suppose you’re right. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone. I just don’t know where to start or how to go about it.”
He let out a deep sigh, his gaze drifting towards the window, where the morning sun was casting a warm glow on the kitchen table.
“You know, your mom and I met at a concert, back when I was in my twenties. It was a Fleetwood Mac show, and she was standing right in front of me, singing along to every word. I couldn’t help but notice her,” he reminisced, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.
“Also, I am sorry for meeting different boys, I just love sex too much and yes am on the pill.” I couldn’t believe I shared that.
“Well, Rachael,” Dad responded, a bit taken aback but trying to keep his composure, “I appreciate your honesty, and I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself. As for meeting someone, I suppose I could start by getting back into the local music scene. Maybe I’ll attend a concert or two and see where it takes me.”
“Dad, I have to ask you something,” I said, my voice a little shaky. “When was the last time you, you know… had sex?”
Dad’s eyes widened in shock, and he looked at me like I’d just asked him to perform a magic trick. I watched as he hesitated, clearly unsure of how to respond.
“I… I can’t talk about that with you, Rachael,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I felt a pang of disappointment, but I quickly pushed it aside. I knew I was probably asking too much, too soon. But I couldn’t help but feel a little curious about this part of his life.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” I said, reaching across the table to take his hand.
He gave me a small, reassuring smile and squeezed my hand gently. “It’s okay, Rachael. I just… I’m not used to talking about this sort of thing with you.”
I nodded, understanding his hesitation. “I get it. But just know that I’m here for you, and I want you to be happy. And if finding someone special is a part of that, then I’ll support you all the way.”
Dad looked at me, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Rachael. That means a lot to me.”
Then, just as I thought the conversation had come to a close, John spoke up again, his voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s been a long time, Rachael. Your mom was the last one, all those years ago.”
I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I knew my mom had left us when I was young, but I’d never really given much thought to my dad’s love life after that.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, my mind reeling from the revelation. “I had no idea, Dad. I’m so sorry.”
John shook his head, a small smile on his lips. “It’s okay, Rachael. It’s just part of life, you know? People come and go, and sometimes, we’re left with just memories.”
I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of sadness at his words. I knew my mom had left us under difficult circumstances, but I’d never really considered the impact it must have had on my dad.
“Aww, Dad,” I said, my voice filled with empathy. “I had no idea. I’m sorry for bringing it up.” I noticed he quickly covered his crotch and he was embarrassed, he was getting hard.
I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted, and I felt a strange, electric energy between us.
Dad cleared his throat, and the bulge in his pants grew more pronounced. “Rachael, I… I need to take care of something,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Before I could respond, he stood up from his chair and walked out of the room, his movements quick and determined.
My heart raced as I sat there, alone in the kitchen. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Was my dad really turned on by our conversation?
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It didn’t matter, I supposed. What mattered was that my dad had opened up to me, and I felt closer to him than ever before.
As I sat there, I couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of excitement and curiosity. I wondered what would happen next, and I knew that whatever it was, it would be a new and exciting chapter in our lives.
I heard moans from upstairs as I went to investigate. I stood outside the bathroom door as I put my head to the door I could hear heavy breathing and what shook me is what he said next as he whispered to himself, “Oh yes, Rachael baby mmmm take daddy’s cock argh” That was it, it went quiet. I quickly went to my room.
Later that night I slipped into my bed, my heart still racing from the encounter with my dad. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of arousal that had taken over my body.
I lifted my nightgown, feeling the cool air on my skin as I exposed my bare legs. I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my panties, my fingers finding their way to my wet and eager pussy.
I closed my eyes, imagining my dad’s hard cock sliding in and out of me, his moans and groans filling my ears. I thought about the way he had looked at me, his eyes filled with desire and longing.
I began to rub my clit, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles as I imagined the feeling of his cock against my pussy lips. I let out a soft moan, my breath quickening as the pleasure built inside me.
I thought about the way he had touched himself in the bathroom, the way he had whispered my name as he came. It was wrong, I knew it, but I couldn’t help the way it made me feel.
I slid a finger inside myself, feeling the slick wetness of my pussy as I began to fuck myself. I thought about the way my dad’s cock would feel inside me, the way it would stretch and fill me up.
I moved my fingers faster, my moans growing louder as the pleasure consumed me. I thought about the way my dad’s cum would feel inside me, the way it would mix with my wetness.
I stopped by the sound of a sexual moan, did my dad have a woman over at this time of night? Curious I straightened my panties and nightie and went to go downstairs.
I quietly walked towards the living room to see what was happening. As I got closer, I could hear some moaning and heavy breathing. I peeked through the door and saw my dad sitting on the couch, watching a porn DVD and jerking off. I was initially shocked and embarrassed, but then I felt sorry for him. He must have been so lonely and stressed with a lot of frustration and pent-up tension, he’s not had a real pussy in years.
I walked into the living room, trying to make some noise to let him know I was there. “Oh yes fuck her hard” he was saying to the guy in the porn movie. He was so lost in his world that he didn’t notice me until I was standing right next to him. He quickly paused the DVD and tried to hide it from me. I could see the tension and embarrassment on his face. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
“Hey, Dad. What are you watching?” I asked, trying to ease the tension.
“Uh, it’s nothing. Just some silly movie,” he replied, trying to brush it off.
I walked closer to him and saw the DVD cover. I was shocked to see that it was called ‘Stepdaddy Dinner Date’ featuring Molly Little. I couldn’t believe my dad had a taboo fetish. I looked at him with a smirk and said, “So Dad, you have a thing for stepdaughters or daughters?”
His face turned red with embarrassment and he looked away as he put his cock back into his pants. I couldn’t help but feel a little turned on by the whole situation. I walked towards the TV and saw an intense scene playing. I could see my dad’s reflection on the screen, and he was just staring at me, shocked that I was still there.
“Wow, this looks intense, seems like you paused on a good part,” I said, trying to initiate a conversation.
He just nodded, not knowing what to say. I could tell he was feeling guilty and ashamed for watching this kind of movie. But I couldn’t help but feel a little curious and turned on by it.
“Can I watch it with you, Dad?” I asked, trying to push him out of his comfort zone.
He looked at me with wide eyes and said, “No, Rachael. This is not appropriate for you to watch. Besides I can’t watch porn with my daughter.
“But I’m 18 now, dad. I think I can handle it,” I replied with a sly smile.
He hesitated for a moment before finally giving in. He knew I was a curious and adventurous person, and he didn’t want to deny me the experience. I sat down next to him on the couch, and we continued watching the movie.
As the scenes got more and more intense, I could feel my body getting hot and my panties getting wet. I couldn’t believe I was watching this with my father, but it was also a huge turn-on. I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer.
“Dad, do you want to do this with me?” I asked, looking at him with a seductive gaze.
He was shocked and appalled, “What? No, Rachael. This is not right. I can’t do that with my own daughter.”
“It also wasn’t right you saying my name while you were knocking one out in the bathroom either but I don’t have a problem with that. Yes, I heard you say my name and take Daddy’s cock, baby,” his face was red with embarrassment.
But I could see the desire in his eyes, and I knew he wanted it just as much as I did. I slowly moved closer to him, running my hand up and down his thigh.
He tried to resist, but his body was betraying him. I could feel his erection growing under my touch.
“Come on, dad. I know you want it, listen you’re watching a dad and daughter fucking porn movie, and you probably were pretending you were fucking me in the bathroom earlier today. It’s so obvious that is a fantasy of yours. So you can have that fantasy right here and now,” I whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
He hesitated, but I could see the tension and desire building up inside him. He had been so stressed out and lonely since my mom left us, and I knew he needed a release. I continued running my hand up and down his thigh, slowly inching closer to his crotch.
“Okay, Rachael. But this stays between us. We can never speak of this again,” he said, with a serious tone.
I nodded, excited for what was about to happen. He leaned in closer to me, and I could feel his warm breath on my face. He gently brushed my hair back and looked deep into my eyes.
As I started to unbutton my blouse, my dad’s eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He kept trying to protest and tell me that it was wrong, but I could see the desire in his eyes.
I slowly removed my blouse, revealing my lacy bra and my perky breasts. I could see his eyes glued to my body. I then removed my skirt, revealing my lacy panties.
I then removed my bra, revealing my perky breasts. My dad’s breathing became heavier, and I could see his hands trembling. I then removed my panties, revealing my wet and ready pussy. I could feel his eyes on me, and it only turned me on even more.
My dad’s eyes widened even more, I moved to his crotch and undid his pants and took out his cock and I could feel his erection getting harder under my touch.
“Just relax dad, you can stop me or you can just let me do this for you,” I said as I started stroking his cock.
I could feel his body tensing up as I stroked his cock, his breathing getting heavier with each stroke. He was trying to resist, but I could see the desire in his eyes. I leaned in closer to him, pressing my breasts against his chest. He let out a soft moan as I continued stroking his cock. He looked at me with a mix of shock and desire, but he didn’t stop me.
He let out a low groan as I started sucking him off. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I started sucking him harder and faster, feeling his body tensing up even more.
He grabbed the back of my head, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, making me gag a little. But I didn’t stop, I kept sucking him off, feeling his balls tightening up.
I knew he was holding back, trying not to come too quickly. He had been building up tension for so long, and I wanted to help him release it.
I greedily sucked his thick shaft, my mouth eagerly devouring his meaty tool. My head bobbed furiously up and down, my lips stretched wide around his girth. I could feel his cock swelling and pulsing against my tongue, his pre-cum leaking out and mixing with my saliva. I was on the verge of gagging, but I didn’t care – I wanted to taste every inch of him.
But just as I thought he was about to explode, he pulled out of my mouth with a loud pop. I looked up at him with a mixture of disappointment and anticipation. He was a chubby, sweaty mess, his chest heaving with exertion. He spread my legs wide open and I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine.
“Oh shit, this is really happening,” I thought to myself as I felt his thick cock slide into my wet, eager pussy. I was soaking wet, my juices dripping down my thighs as he started to shag me.
He started fucking me with long, deep strokes, his balls slapping against my arse with each thrust. I could feel every inch of him inside me, his cock hitting my cervix with each powerful thrust. I moaned and screamed in pleasure, my body writhing beneath him.
As he rammed his cock in and out of me, I started to buck my hips up and down to meet his thrusts. His hard cock thrust deep into my pussy, making me scream in pleasure.
“Ah, Daddy, harder,” I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure. I could see the desire in his eyes, as he didn’t slow down in fucking my pussy.
“Arghh fuck darling, oh god this feels so good,” he said as he struggled to get the words out.
He was grunting and groaning, trying to hold back. But I could see in his eyes he needed this, and I knew he needed to let go. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me.
He took the hint and started fucking me harder and faster, his hips slamming into mine with reckless abandon. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside me, his balls tightening as he approached his climax. I looked up at him with a seductive gaze, biting my lower lip and moaning with pleasure.
I wanted him to come inside me, I wanted to feel him fill me up with his warm cum.
And that’s exactly what he did. With one final, powerful thrust, he exploded inside me, his cum filling me up completely. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing as he emptied himself inside me, his load coating my insides.
He collapsed on top of me, panting heavily and sweating profusely. I could feel his body pressed against mine, his weight pinning me down. I could smell his sweat and his musky scent, his breath hot against my neck.
I looked up at him with a satisfied smile. He looked at me with a mix of shock and pleasure. I knew I had just fulfilled his fantasy.
We lay there for a while, catching our breath and enjoying the afterglow. I could feel his cum sliding out of me, making me wet.
I looked at him, and he looked at me. We had just shared an intimate moment, something I never thought would happen with my dad.
But it did, and it was amazing. I couldn’t wait to do it again, and I knew he felt the same way.
“That was amazing, Dad. I can’t believe we just did that,” I said, looking at him with a seductive gaze.
He looked at me with a smile, “Neither can I, Rachael. But I’m glad we did. You’re a very special girl.”
I smiled, feeling happy and satisfied. I knew I had just formed a new bond with my dad, something we would both cherish forever.
