I just turned 18 fucked in the toilets by my dad at Birthday party

“You okay, Dad?” I asked with concern, seeing him looking and feeling so down.

“Yeah, I am okay, darling. There are just things on my mind with me and your mom,” Dad said.

They have been so distant; I hope everything is okay with them.

“Sweetie, never mind me; it’s your birthday tomorrow. You will be 18. Look at you, princess; you’ve grown so fast; you’re a woman. Anyway, it’s late. Your mom will be asleep; get changed, as those jeans look tight. Relax and change for bed, and I will see you in the morning.”

He kissed me good night and went to bed. I went upstairs to my room, where I got changed for bed, took off my jeans and top, and went into my nightie.

It was now morning, and the light came through my bedroom curtains. I stretched and yawned in my bed as I got up.

I headed straight for the shower and locked the bathroom door as I took off my nightie and knickers. I never wear bras to bed; I like to feel relaxed. I got in the shower, and the hot water spraying down on me felt good as it started to wake me up. I shampooed my hair as I massaged my scalp, ensuring I got to every part of my hair. I then rinsed it out and washed my body, soaping my naked body up.

After washing my body, I rinsed off all the soap and dried my skin. I then headed to my room to get changed. As it was my birthday, I wanted to look good, so I wore pretty pink knickers and a matching bra. I also found a low-cut summer dress, as I like to show cleavage.

After putting it on and looking into the mirror, I could see it was too short, but I thought nothing of it. I made my way downstairs.

“Morning Jane, birthday girl,” Dad said, not lifting his head but stirring his coffee.

“Never mind your dad. He’s just miserable. Happy birthday, honey,” Mom said as I looked at Dad. He always seems so sad lately.

I decided to change the subject and focus on my birthday. “Well, it’s my big day,” I smile. I’m eighteen years old, can you believe it?”

Dad managed a small smile while looking at my cleavage, which felt weird. “Yeah, I can’t believe how fast time has flown,” he says. “You’ve grown up so quickly, and I’m so proud of you.”

I sat across from my dad while Mom brought me a coffee. As I started sipping my coffee, I tried to ignore the tension in the room and enjoy my breakfast.

As the day went on, we had lunch and went shopping. Getting spoiled by my dad was always great.

As we were walking around the shopping mall, I couldn’t help but notice how my dad’s eyes kept wandering to my cleavage. It felt weird and uncomfortable, but I didn’t say anything.

Later that day, while blowing up a few balloons, Mom baked treats and a cake for my party. Dad was getting the beers, spirits and a few party snacks together.

As the evening approached and the sun began to set, the house started to fill with guests. Music played, and laughter filled the air. I was dressed in a tight red dress that hugged my curves and showed off my cleavage. I wore matching red high heels, making my legs look long and toned.

As the night went on, I danced with different guys, feeling their hands on my hips and waist. I felt a rush of excitement as I let loose and enjoyed myself.

I looked at Dad and saw him stumbling as if he were talking with Mom. I decided to sneak over, and my ears dropped to what they were discussing.

I heard Mom say, “Derek, I… I don’t think of you in that way anymore,” Dad cut her off, “Tracey, we haven’t had sex for four years. We share a bed, but I am not allowed to touch you. I have needs, too.”

I left them to it and had a drink with my friends while I occasionally looked over at my parents. Moments later, my dad stumbled past me and went upstairs. He looked so sad, I decided to follow him. I saw him go into the toilet, shut the door behind him, and lock it.

I knocked on the toilet door.

“Dad, are you okay? Can I come in?” I asked, feeling concerned for him.

There was no answer, so I knocked again, a little louder this time.

“Dad, please let me in. I want to talk to you,” I said, my voice filled with worry.

Finally, I heard a faint “Come in” from the other side of the door. He unlocked the door, and I turned the handle and pushed it open. I found my dad sitting on the toilet seat, his head in his hands. I locked the toilet door again so we could have privacy.

“Dad, what’s wrong? Why are you so upset?” I asked, taking a seat next to him on the bath mat.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears. “Jane, I… I don’t know what to do. I love your mom, but I can’t keep living like this. We haven’t had sex for so long, and I have needs. I can’t keep ignoring them,” he said, trembling.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that you don’t need to know about our sex life,” Dad said.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to pry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I had no idea things were so bad between you and Mom,” I say, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“It’s been building up for years, Jane. I’ve tried to talk to her about it, but she shuts me down. I feel like I’m living with a stranger, not the woman I married and had a child with,” he says, his voice cracking with emotion.

“Dad, I had no idea. I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe I can talk to Mom and see if I can get her to open up,” I offer, hoping to find a way to ease his pain.

“No, Jane. It would be best if you didn’t get involved. This is between your mother and me. I just needed to talk to someone about it, and you were the only one I could trust,” he says, looking up at me with gratitude.

“Dad, I understand. But if there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know. I love you, and I want you to be happy,” I say, my voice filled with sincerity.

“Just… I… I have this pent-up frustration if you know what I mean, and oh god, I miss it.” I blushed as I knew what he meant.

“I mean, not to be rude, Dad, but you could always relieve yourself.” Omg, I couldn’t believe I was having this discussion with my dad.

“Yeah, Jane, sweetie, but it just isn’t the same, you know,” he said, slurring as I could see he was drunk.

“I know, Dad, but it’s better than nothing, right?” I suggest trying to be helpful.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, Jane,” he agrees, looking at me with gratitude and embarrassment.

“Dad, I’m going to leave you alone now. I think you need some time to yourself. But if you need to talk, I’m here for you, okay?” I say, standing up and hugging him. As our bodies pressed together, I could feel something hard probing my pubic bone.

“This is embarrassing; so sorry, darling,” he said red-faced. I couldn’t blame him as he’s not had sex in years. It doesn’t help with flaunting my cleavage around the house. I wanted to help him, and I did, but what could I do? It’s not like I could help him sexually, which he needed. Or could I? Nope, he’s my dad; I can’t. Now, I was fighting the idea in my mind.

I sigh, “Listen, Dad, the doors are locked, and everyone is partying downstairs. Erm, do… I mean, would you like me to help relieve some of your tension.”

I couldn’t believe what I had just suggested to my Dad. But I could see his longing and desperation for physical touch. I knew that I couldn’t just leave him like this, not when he was clearly in such distress.

“Jane, I can’t ask you to do that,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion.

“Dad, you didn’t ask. I offered. And I want to help you. I can see how much you’re hurting, and I want to improve it,” I said, my voice firm and determined.

I dropped to my knees. He blurted out, “No, I am your dad,” but he needed it. Mom was sure as hell not bothered about his needs anymore.

I reached for his belt, undoing it slowly as I looked up at him. He didn’t stop me; I took that as a sign to continue. I unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, already hard and pointing straight up. I couldn’t help but stare at it, taking in its size and girth.

“Jane, this is wrong,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction. I could see the desire in his eyes, and I knew he wanted this.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. He let out a low moan, and I knew I had him. I started stroking his cock, using my saliva as lubricant. He closed his eyes, “Oh shit, ah… we shouldn’t be doing this sweetheart, this is ugh fuck, this is so wrong.” He said as I kept jerking his cock, looking at the precum leak.

I continued to stroke his cock, feeling it grow harder and larger in my hand. He let out a low moan as I picked up the pace, my hand moving faster and faster.

“Jane, this is so wrong. But it feels so good,” he said, his voice shaky as I bobbed my head up and down his dick.

I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. He let out a loud moan as I started to suck him, taking him deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck, Jane, your mouth feels so good,” he said, his hands tangling in my hair as I sucked him harder and faster.

I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth as he got closer to cumming. I reached down and put my hand up my dress and started to rub my clit through my pink, now damp panties, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter. Here I am, kneeling on our bathroom floor, sucking my dad’s dick.

His eyes fixated on my hand, rubbing myself as my mouth slid up and down his fat cock. I pull his cock out of my mouth as I look at him, “You ok dad, bet you miss pussy too, don’t you.”

“If only you knew just how much I could bang a pussy right now,” hearing Dad talk like this turned me on; omg, my own dad was getting me wet.

I reach for my dress and hike it up, and I grab the hem of my panties and pull them to the side, revealing my already wet pussy. I lay down on the floor. I take his cock and guide it towards my opening, feeling the head of his cock press against my labia.

“We can’t do this…” he said with a lustful look on his face, trying to fight temptation, as he looked down at the head of his engorged cock pressed against my slit.

I look up at him, “Dad, it’s okay. I want this. I want to help you. I know you need it, and I’m here for you.”

With that, he pushes it into my labia, and the head of his cock slips inside me. We both let out a low moan as he sinks deep inside my pussy. He starts to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me.

“Oh god, Jane, you feel so good,” he says, shaking with pleasure.

I start to meet his thrusts, grinding my hips against his. I reach up and grab his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. He begins to fuck me harder and faster, his balls slapping against my ass.

“Yes, fuck me, Daddy. I’m your little girl, and I want you to fuck me, ugh… ugh… yes… oh… Mmmm,” he was pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. “I bet you missed sex, didn’t you? Mmmmm, you are so good at it.”

“I’m going to cum, Jane, oh god, I’m going to cum; Argh fuck, I am trying to hold back, but ungh, your pussy is too tight,” Dad moans, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

I feel a wave of pleasure building inside me as Dad’s cock continues to thrust deep inside my pussy. I can feel every ridge and vein as it slides in and out, and my clit is throbbing with every movement. I reach up and grab my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples.

“Daddy, I’m close too. Don’t hold back. Ungh, give it to me,” I moan, feeling myself on the verge of orgasm.

Dad grunts and lets out a loud moan as he pumps his cock faster and harder, his balls slapping against my ass. I feel his cock swell and twitch inside me as he reaches the point of no return.

“Oh god, Jane, I’m cumming!” he moans, burying his cock deep inside me as he explodes, filling me with his hot, sticky cum. I feel each spurt deep inside my pussy as he empties himself into me.

I let out a loud moan as my orgasm crashed over me. I feel my pussy clenching and spasming around Dad’s cock as I ride out my wave of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, that was amazing, Jane,” Dad pants as he pulls out of me, his cock still hard and glistening with our combined juices.

We lay there on the bathroom floor, panting and trying to catch our breath. I can feel the warmth spreading inside me, and my pussy is still throbbing with pleasure.

“Do you feel better for that dad,” I said, panting.

“Yes, Jane, I do. I can’t believe we did that, but it felt so good. I haven’t felt that in years. I’m sorry, but I needed it, and you were there for me. Thank you, sweetheart.”

Dad pulled me in for a hug, holding me close as we both tried to catch our breath. I could feel the guilt and shame creeping in, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure and satisfaction I felt from pleasing my dad.

“It’s okay, Dad. I wanted to help you. And I could see how much you needed it. We don’t have to tell anyone about this. It can be our little secret. Also, if you ever want to do it again, then fuck it; Mom doesn’t give a shit, so you can use me whenever you want.”

Dad looked at me with a mixture of shock and admiration. He knew that I was right, and he knew that he would never be able to resist the temptation of my body again.

“I am curious, whos the best fuck, me or mom,” I said as I straightened my panties and dress.

His hand rubbed between my legs, “you feel ten times better than your mom, trust me, baby.”

The next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened between my dad and me. I felt guilty and ashamed, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure and satisfaction I had felt from pleasing him.

Days turned into weeks, and my dad and I would often fuck when we were alone.