Continue the story in first person as Kelly, the daughter go into very detailed scenes:
I sat on the old porch swing, letting it creak under my weight. The summer air was thick, almost sticky, and the sun had already started to dip behind the hills. My dad sat beside me, staring off into the distance, lost in his thoughts. Ever since Mom left, things have been different. She cheated on him, and it broke his heart.
“Kelly, are you okay?” Dad’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, Dad. I’m just thinking about school starting soon,” I lied. The truth was, I was worried about him. He’d been so lonely.
He nodded, giving me a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I missed how he laughed and how his eyes crinkled at the corners. Now, they were always sad, always distant.
After dinner, I helped with the dishes. Dad went to his room early, saying he was tired. I knew better. He didn’t want me to see him sad. I finished up in the kitchen and headed to my room. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how things used to be. Before Mom left, we were a happy family. It was just the two of us, and I didn’t know how to improve it.
I fell asleep with those thoughts swirling in my head. My dreams were restless, filled with shadows and whispers. I woke up with a start, my body still humming from a restless night. I padded towards the bathroom, my muscles aching for a hot shower. As I pushed open the door, I froze in shock.
OMG, there, in all his glory, was my dad. Naked. But what caught my eye was his enormous cock. It hung and swung left to right heavy and thick between his legs, contrasting his lean physique.
“Sorry,” I stammered, my face burning with embarrassment. Why hadn’t he locked the door? I quickly retreated, my mind racing with questions and confusion.
I stayed in my room most of that day and eventually got a shower. As I washed my tits and soaped up my pussy I started to daydream.
I couldn’t get the image of my dad’s cock out of my head. It was huge, thick, and intimidating. I couldn’t believe I had seen it. I tried to focus on other things, but my mind drifted back.
After cleaning myself and washing my hair, I went to my room to dry off and get dressed. I put on my tiny jean shorts and blouse, which had a few missing buttons from the top. Great, but I couldn’t be arsed changing again; not like I was going anywhere. It was Sunday.
I went downstairs, where my father was cooking dinner in the kitchen. He glanced at me, his gaze lingering on my chest where my cleavage was on full display.
“What’s up, Kelly?” he asked, his eyes dropping to my chest. He would often look at my chest; he had done it a few times. I get it. He’s a guy with needs. It just feels weird that I am his daughter.
“Nothing,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly.
“You sure?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah,” I said, sounding more confident than I felt.
“Alright,” he said, still looking at my chest.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Sure,” he replied, finally meeting my gaze.
“Did you mean to leave the bathroom door open earlier?” I asked, my heart beating faster in my chest.
“No, I’m sorry you had to see that,” he replied, his eyes darkening with embarrassment.
He looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise. “Kelly, I didn’t mean for you to see that,” he said, his voice shaking.
“I know, but I did,” I said, eyes locked on his.
He looked away, his cheeks turning red. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely audible.
I could see his embarrassment and didn’t want him to feel that way. “It’s okay, Dad. I’m not upset or anything. It was just a surprise, that’s all,” I said, giving him a small smile.
He nodded, looking relieved. “Okay. I’m glad you’re not upset. I’ll be more careful next time,” he said, his eyes meeting mine.
We stood there silently for a moment, both of us feeling awkward. I decided to break the silence.
“So, what’s for dinner? I’m starving,” I said, changing the subject.
He looked at me and smiled. “I’m making your favorite. Spaghetti and meatballs,” he said, his eyes twinkling with happiness.
My heart swelled with love for my dad. Even though things had been hard since Mom left, he still tried to make me happy.
“That sounds amazing. I can’t wait,” I said, returning his smile.
We sat down to dinner, and the conversation flowed easily. We talked about school and my friends, and I could see the sadness in his eyes slowly fade away.
As we finished dinner, I helped him clean up. We worked together silently, and I could feel our tension slowly disappear.
When we were done, I hugged him. “Thanks for dinner, Dad. I love you,” I said, my voice filled with emotion.
He hugged me back, holding me tightly. My tits squashed against his chest. “I love you too, Kelly. You’re the light of my life,” he said, his voice choked with emotion.
Later that night, I took off my panties and bra, put my short black nightie on, and got into bed. I lay there for a while. I couldn’t sleep. Why can’t I get my dads cock out my mind, I was started to feel wet down below.
I slipped out of bed, tiptoeing to his room. I stood outside his door and pushed it open. He was sitting in bed reading a book.
“Daddy, I can’t sleep,” I whispered, standing in the doorway of his room. He looked up from his book, surprised to see me there.
“What’s wrong, Kelly?” he asked, setting his book aside.
“I just can’t sleep. Can I get in with you?” I said to him as he smiled.
He patted the space beside him, and I climbed into bed, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through the sheets.
I got into his bed and snuggled up to him, resting my head on his chest as he picked his book back up and continued to read. My hand rested just above the waistband of his boxers. Sneaking my hand further down, omg, I touched his long shaft through his boxers.
“Erm, sweetheart… what… what are you doing?” he said angrily.
I move my hand away, “I am sorry, Dad, I am just horny.”
He sighed. “Oh, Kelly. I miss that, too. But we can’t… we can’t do this. It’s not right; you’re my daughter,” he said, his voice filled with regret.
I ignored him, and then I pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. It was even bigger than I had remembered, and I couldn’t help but stare at it. I reached out, wrapping my hand around it. It was hot and hard, and I could feel the veins pulsing beneath my touch.
“Kelly, we can’t do this,” he said again, but his voice was softer now, almost pleading.
I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “I know, Dad. But I want to; my pussy is such a wet, Dad,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
I put his cock into my mouth, and I placed his hand between my legs as I sucked down on his cock.
“Omg, Kelly, where are your knickers,” he sounded shocked; I ignored him and started to suck fast on his huge cock.
As I continued to pleasure my father with my mouth, his hips began to move in rhythm with my movements. His hand, which was resting between my legs, began to explore my wet folds. He teased my clit with his fingers, making me moan even louder around his cock.
“Oh fuck, Kelly, we shouldn’t be. It’s so wrong… oh, but feels so good, oh fuck.” he moaned and slipped two fingers into my cunt.
As his fingers slid in and out of me, I moaned louder around his cock, Sending vibrations through his thick shaft. My head bobbed up and down faster as his fingers were now finger fucking my tight pussy.
“I have missed pussy so much,” him saying as I pulled my mouth off his cock. I lay on my back, “well, Daddy, you can fuck mine.”
“Are you sure about this, Kelly?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, Daddy. I want this. I want you,” I said, my voice steady and confident.
He got in between my legs, and his cock was so big I wasn’t sure it would fit inside me.
“Kelly, your pussy looks so tight. Are you sure?” he said as his hard cock rested on my mound.
“I’m sure, Dad,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider. I could feel my wetness coating my labia, making them slick and slippery. “Please, just fuck me.”
He positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance, teasing me with it. I could feel the heat radiating from his cock, making me even more wet with desire. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with need. “Please, Dad. I want to feel you inside me.”
With that, he pushed himself inside me. I let out a long, low moan as he filled me up. He felt huge like he was stretching me to my limits. But it was also the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced.
He started to move slowly at first, drawing back before pushing back into me. I could feel every inch of him as he moved inside me. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.
“Fuck, Kelly, you’re so tight. You feel so good,” he moaned, his voice heavy with pleasure. The bed rocked, and the headboard rattled off the wall.
He pumped his cock in and out, picking up speed; he lifted my nightie more as he watched my tits bounce on every thrust.
He leaned down to my tits as he kept on fucking me. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it hard as he continued to fuck me. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, my pussy clenching around his cock as he moved in and out of me.
I didn’t want to orgasm yet. Instead, I tried to hold it back. His cock fired in and out at high speeds and felt fucking great.
“Ugh… that’s it, Daddy fuck my pussy,” I was loving it. He then stopped for a second as, omg, he got me in the piledriver position.
In the piledriver position, my father had full access to my pussy. He fucked me with long, deep strokes, making me moan and gasp with pleasure. I could feel every inch of him as he moved inside me, his cock hitting every nerve ending in my body.
“OH MY, FUCK, Daddy, you feel so good inside me. I never knew it could feel like this; OOOH FUCK MY PUSSY,” I moaned, loudly seeing him violently fuck my wet soggy pussy hole.
As the pleasure built inside me, I could feel my orgasm approaching. I tightened my muscles around his cock, trying to hold back.
He continued to fuck me, his movements becoming faster and more erratic. “Unngh,” he grunted, “Unngh,” he grunted again, pumped his thick cock into my aching snatch. Oh fuck, this was so intense and felt so fucking good.
“Damn, your pussy, oh fuck,” he said as he pulled out and put me on all fours as he entered my pussy from behind. I was sweaty as hell.
I moaned as he filled me up again, his cock hitting my G-spot with every thrust. He reached around and started to play with my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing as he fucked me harder and faster. “Oh fuck, Daddy, I’m going to cum,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t slow down. He fucked me even harder. “Cum for me, Kelly. Cum for Daddy,” he said, his voice strained with pleasure.
With that, I let go. I felt my orgasm wash over me, my muscles clenching around his cock as he continued to fuck me. I moaned and gasped, my body shaking with pleasure.
He didn’t stop. Instead, he kept fucking me, drawing out my orgasm as long as possible. I could feel another one building inside me, my muscles tensing as he moved in and out of me.
“Oh fuck, Kelly, you feel so good. I’m going to cum,” he moaned, his voice strained with pleasure.
And with that, he let out a low groan as he filled me up with his hot, thick load. I could feel his cum filling me up, coating my insides. It was the most intimate moment I had ever shared with my father, and I knew I would never forget it.
“I’m sorry, Kelly,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “We shouldn’t have done this.”
I reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m not sorry, Dad. I wanted it just as much as you did,” I said, my voice steady and sure.
He sighed, pulling out of me and rolling away. I could feel the loss of him inside me, and I missed it already. I didn’t know what to say or do. I just knew that I wanted more.
“I love you, Daddy,” I said, my voice filled with emotion.
“I love you too, Kelly,” he replied, his voice soft. “But we can’t do this again. It’s not right.”
I nodded, understanding what he was saying. But I also knew that I wanted more. I didn’t know how to make that happen, but I knew I would find a way. I would find a way to be with him again, to feel his cock inside me, to feel his love and passion. I would find a way to make this right, even if it were wrong.
“Goodnight, Daddy,” I said, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
“Goodnight, Kelly,” he replied, pulling me into a tight hug.