“She’s your daughter Roger, you sort it out!” my mother was saying loudly.
“She is our daughter,” my father responded just as loudly, “why don’t you sort it out for a change?”
Mum and dad were arguing yet again, as usual the topic was me, though for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what it was I had done this time. I’d heard them arguing from upstairs, but I couldn’t make out their words so I’d snuck down to listen outside the living room door.
“I’ve washed my hands with her,” mum snapped, “she’s almost eighteen and doesn’t listen to a bloody word I say and it’s your fault.”
“Mine?” dad protested, “How is it all my fault?”
“If you hadn’t spoilt her rotten we wouldn’t be having all these problems.” mum responded, “You let her get away with murder and I have to be the heavy that dishes out the punishment, well not any more, from now on you can try and knock some sense into her. Right outside the front door, I ask you!”
“We don’t know what happened…” dad said.
“You know damned well what she was doing!” mum interrupted, “What she’s always doing. One of these days she’ll end up pregnant and not knowing who the father is!”
Aha, the argument was about my sex life, mind you it usually was. Okay, so I liked sex, but this time I was innocent of whatever it was I was supposed to have done, I’d not had sex for over a week, ever since I had bust up with my last boyfriend.
“I don’t know what she was doing,” dad retorted, “I only know what that damned interfering old biddy claims happened”
Yet another piece of the puzzle fell into place, whatever the reason for the argument it had been supplied by the old fogey that lived across the way. She was a nosy old cow that hated to see anyone else enjoying themselves.
“That is no way to talk about Mrs. Carey,” mum snapped back, “she’s just concerned is all.”
“Yeah, with everyone else’s business.” dad retorted, “I tell you that woman is a menace, every other word that comes out of her mouth is malicious gossip about someone and I really don’t believe a quarter of what she says is actually true. Mrs. Carey is a mean, bitter old woman!”
“She’s just lonely.” mum muttered.
“Is it any wonder!” dad commented.
I decided that it was time to find out what the problem was, whether I found out now or later made no difference so the sooner it was out of the way the better. Taking a breath I walked into the living room and smiled at my parents, mum glowered at me, but my father smiled back. My mother was standing there with her coat on and her handbag hanging from her wrist, obviously she was going out, she looked at my father meaningfully.
“Sort it out!” she said sharply, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Where’s mum going?” I asked as she left.
“Her father’s ill, she going over to help keep an eye on him.” dad replied, “Martina, we need to talk, but let’s sit down.”
We sat on the couch and my father shuffled his feet for a moment before looking at me and starting in on the problem.
“Marty,” he said slowly, “we’ve been told that you were having sex with a man right at the front door last night. Is it true?”
“No it isn’t!” I said stiffly.
I almost wished I had been, but as I’ve already said, it had been a week since I had been fucked and though I felt as horny as hell I wouldn’t let anyone screw me on the doorstep. Out of sight in behind the hedge maybe, but definitely not on the doorstep.
“I didn’t think it was.” dad sighed, “Just to satisfy my curiosity, what did you do last night?”
“I went to Rhonda’s,” I replied truthfully, “we spent the evening crying on each other’s shoulder and getting pissed. If you don’t believe me then ask Rhonda’s parents, they were there too.”
“I believe you,” dad smiled, “I knew you had more sense than to do it on your own doorstep.”
I suppose my mother was right, dad did spoil me, he always had, when I was a lot younger he always used to call me his ‘girl’, I wondered why he didn’t call me that any more before turning my mind back to the problem at hand. Mrs. ‘Nosy-Parker’ Carey was claiming to have seen me having it away on the doorstep, either she was making it up or she saw a couple snogging on our doorstep and assumed I was the female. I really didn’t think it likely that anyone would stand on a stranger’s doorstep to get their jollies though. I looked at my father ready to tell him my thoughts in the matter and I saw him gazing off into the distance grinning, whatever it was he was thinking about pleased him and I wondered what it was.
“Penny for your thoughts.” I grinned.
“Eh, oh, I was just thinking back to my youth.” dad grinned, “Back to the days when your mother wasn’t quite so sharp-tongued.”
He gave a sigh then patted my leg.
“Anyway,” he laughed, “now that we’ve sorted out that little misunderstanding what shall we do next?”
“Dad I don’t think there was any misunderstanding at all.” I said quietly, “I think that old cow has it in for me, though I don’t know why, I barely know her.”
“Which ‘old cow’.” dad asked.
“Mrs. Carey,” I smiled, “the one that told you I was being fucked on the doorstep.”
“Language Martina.” dad said firmly, “Anyway who said it was her.”
“Who else would it be?” I grinned.
“Hmm, who else indeed.” dad frowned, “Are you suggesting she made up the story out of spite?”
“Yes.” I smiled.
“Well there’s not much I can do about it today, the old…Mrs. Carey has gone away for the day,” dad sighed, “but I’ll certainly be having words with her when she gets back.”
“Did you really believe I’d been having sex on the doorstep?” I asked him.
“Lord no.” dad laughed, “I know you too well to believe that. Behind the hedge maybe or even up the side alley, but not on the doorstep, too big a risk that either your mother or I would open the door and catch you.”
His reply made me laugh, but he was right, he did know me and whereas my mother objected to my antics my father just shrugged them off.
“Don’t you mind me sleeping around dad?” I asked out of curiosity, “I know mum does.”
“Why should I?” he smiled, “Anyway, your mother has become a bit of a hypocrite in her old age, she was nearly as bad as you when she was younger.”
“So what changed her?” I asked in surprise.
“Getting knocked up and having to marry me!” dad roared with laughter, “If it hadn’t been for me getting her in the family way your mother would never have married me. She didn’t want to even after she found out she had a bun in the oven, but her father put his foot down and looked meaningfully at a shotgun; I didn’t have a lot of say in the matter and neither did she and that’s what galls her. We’ve sort of grown used to each other over the years so its not so bad really.”
“Don’t you love mum then?” I asked quietly.
“Once, a long time ago, but not any more.” he sighed.
“What about me?” I asked feeling a little worried.
I was worried in case he felt the same about me as he did about my mother, I loved my father, I loved him a lot, so the idea that he might not love me really hurt.
“You?” he laughed, “Oh yes, I love you Martina, more than I probably should.”
Wondering what he meant by that I breathed a sigh of relief and grinned at him, my father smiled back then sat back in his seat with his hands behind his head. Something was nagging at me though, what had my father meant by ‘more than he probably should’? At first I thought it might mean that he loved me so much he spoilt me, but that didn’t make sense, he had always spoilt me rotten and we both knew it. So what the hell did he mean? I thought about it and thought about it, but nothing came to me and I eventually asked my father just what he had meant. To my surprise he blushed and looked guilty, but he didn’t answer my question. So I thought about it some more and was about ready to give up on it when the answer popped into my head making me sit up and gasp aloud. Staring at my father I saw him wince and blush even more and I knew that I was right.
“Oh my God!” I breathed.
“Sorry.” dad said with a weak grin.
How the hell I had missed it in the first place was beyond me, I was a randy cow at the best of times and something like that should have been the first thing that I thought of; maybe I just didn’t want to believe it. My father’s reactions left me in no doubt though, he not only loved me he lusted after me as well!
“Jesus dad, that’s sick!” I blurted.
My father looked upset at my words, getting to his feet he sighed and left the room while I sat there feeling shocked at my discovery. But after a few minutes I began to wonder why I was feeling disgusted about it, my response had been sheer automatic reflex and realising that I really thought about the subject. First off dad was a man, whether he was my father or not he was still a man. Second he loved me no matter what I did. Third I loved him. Fourth, well fourth was a surprise, my cunt was as wet as hell. The longer I sat there thinking the more it dawned on me that I was actually getting turned on by the idea of having sex with my father. More than that, I realised that all my ‘instinctive’ reactions to incest weren’t instinctive at all they were instilled by the society in which I lived, and I had always rebelled against some of societies rules, especially where sex was concerned.
“Damn, but I feel randy.” I muttered to myself.
In the end I came to a decision that made my stomach flutter and my juices flow freely, I was going to let my father fuck me. I could see no reason not to let him have me and if the idea of him doing me got me all excited the reality just had to be better. How to approach the matter though, that was the problem, tact and subtlety weren’t strong points with me, when I wanted sex I usually came right out and said so.
“Why should I change that?” I asked the empty room, “I’ll just go right up there and tell him to screw me.”
Then again maybe I wouldn’t, my father would probable say no, but what if I gave him some temptation at the same time, I grinned to myself as I thought of just the temptation that would get him going. Going up to my room I quickly stripped off and rummaged in my wardrobe until I had found my basque, I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. My boobs were fully exposed and raised by the quarter cups and the ‘V’ shaped bottom of the basque framed my cunt nicely. Grinning I went over to my dresser and dug out a pair of black stockings. From the wardrobe I got my highest pair of black high-heels and put them on then looked at myself in the mirror again. I looked good, but it still wasn’t quite right, my shoulder length brown hair was a mess so I gave it a brushing then tied it in a pony tail. Then I added the finishing touch, make-up, by the time I had finished I looked like the most expensive of high class whores, but God did I look yummy. I looked so good that I even fancied myself as I gazed at my image in the mirror, if my father managed to turn me down looking the way I did I would join a convent. Laughing to myself I left my room and went down the hall to my parents’ bedroom. Without knocking I opened the door and walked in, dad was sitting on the bed looking glum and he looked up in surprise at my sudden entry. When he saw the way I was dressed his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide.
“Martina!” he gasped.
“Is this what you want daddy?” I asked quietly knowing damned well that it was.
“God forgive me,” he groaned with his eyes riveted to my body, “yes.”
He stood up and while his eyes roved all over me his hands started working at his clothes, I just stood there and smiled with growing nervousness as he undressed, but my nerves quickly vanished when his prick sprang into view.
“What a monster!” I breathed as I stared at it.
There was no way I was going to miss out on that prick, it was long, fat and definitely ready for action and I couldn’t wait to get my cunt around it, what doubts I had melted in my lust for my father’s prick. Crossing the room I bounced onto the bed and sat waiting for my father to join me, he hesitated for a moment so I smiled at him as seductively as I could and that did the trick; the bed bounced as he sat down beside me.
One moment we were sitting there like nervous first timers the next he was kissing me feverishly while his hands ran over my body delightfully. I reached down as he started to play with my tits and grabbed hold of his prick, he sighed into my mouth as I started to wank him slowly and I sighed back as his fingers teased my nipples. A few minutes later one of his hands slid down to my cunt, straight off he hit my clit and I felt a delicious bursts of ecstasy running through me. Minutes later I was shaking as he made me climax, my breath coming in sharp pants as I threw my head back, the boys called me ‘the gasper’ and that was just what I was doing then. My father’s prick felt as though it was throbbing in my hand and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he shot his juices all over my hand, only dad wasn’t about to let that happen, I yelped as I felt myself pushed back on the bed. With a firm grip my father removed my hand from his prick then came between my legs, his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs.
Seconds later I was panting again as his head dropped and his tongue speared into my cunt, I loved having my cunt licked and Christ was he good at it! His tongue dug into me then lapped at my juices sending me crashing into a stupendous orgasm that had me groaning quietly as I writhed on the bed. Some glorious time later I felt him raise his head then slide further up my body, his weight settled on top of me and I groaned as I felt his prick pushing into me. That entry seemed to go on forever, but at last his full length was filling me to capacity and then some, I felt my cunt being stretched by his sheer size and gasped my way into another climax. Then he began moving, his pace slow at first, but growing faster and harder with each minute that passed, the thrill of my father fucking me made my next orgasm a belter. Surging up against him I gasped out my excitement as my body shuddered, and then he was pushing into me, his groin crushing down on my cunt as he groaned then quivered.
In a burst of heat my father shot his seed into my shaking body giving me an orgasm on top of the one I was already having. For the first time ever I gave a cry, low and weak, but still a cry as I felt the heat of his juices spreading inside me. After a while dad began to fuck me again, I felt elated as his prick surged in and out of me at a hard, fast pace, it was as though he were in a race and the sensations he sent crashing through me made my mind a haze. It seemed like ages before he was ramming into me again and filling me with his seed, as the heat spread inside me I gave a gasped moan and shook like a leaf. A few minutes later, with his prick just starting to shrink, my father pulled out of me and moved to sit at my side while I shuddered through another climax.
“Christ you are good!” I gasped as soon as I had enough breath to talk.
“You’re damned hot yourself.” dad replied with a happy smile on his face.
“Dad,” I said as I sat up, “can I be your little girl again, like in the old days, but better?”
“I’d like that.” he grinned, “Especially as you are so quiet when you cum.”
“I can’t help that,” I grinned, “I can’t scream and climax at the same time, I’m too busy concentrating on my climax to scream. That’s why they call me ‘the gasper’.”
“Suits you.” he laughed, “Well I’m ready if you are.”
In disbelief I stared down at his prick, it was already hard and ready for action yet only a few minutes had gone by. Kids half my father’s age didn’t recover that fast, but I smiled at the thought of getting laid by my father again.
“Only if I can be on top this time.” I laughed.
Dad was on his back so fast I nearly missed it by blinking, I took a moment to gaze hungrily at his hard prick pointing at the ceiling then threw myself across him and thrust down on his erection.
“When we’ve finished,” I sighed as I moved on my father’s prick, “I’m going to suck that prick of yours until you beg for mercy.”
“Do that and I’ll be forced to fuck you until I make you scream.” he laughed breathlessly.
“I can’t wait!” I laughed as I got down to some serious fucking.
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