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First Published: 19 October 2014

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Father Sitting pt 2
Father Sitting pt 2 by Isabella

In the morning I took my father a cup of tea into his bedroom to wake him up and had a little bit of an accident. It wasn't my fault, well, it was but it was only partially my fault. The accident actually started many years earlier, when my father was a young man and he wasn't sure that he'd be stopping in the house for the rest of his life. He had bought a fitted bedroom suite but instead of having it fitted properly, he had built it in himself. Had it all been fitted properly, the bottoms of the wardrobes and bedside cabinets would have been sculptured to fit around the skirting boards, my dad had just butted them up to the front of the skirting boards and then bolted everything together. The bridging unit over the bed was flush against the wall and was the only part actually screwed into the wall, the wardrobes were screwed against the bridge and the bedside cabinet and the bed was bolted between the two cabinets so the whole thing was very riged and immovable but there was a gap between the back of the bedside cabinets and the wall that was almost an inch wide.

I walked into my father's bedroom, the curtains were drawn, leaving the room in total darkness, I had my father's library book in one hand and his cup of tea in the other so I couldn't turn the light on or open the curtains before I had put the cup and/or the book down. I walked over to his bedside cabinet and put the cup down, sliding my father's book down at the side of his cup before opening the curtains. When I turned to look at my father he was dabbing his hand around on the bedside cabinet with a pained expression on his face.

"What's up? Have you burnt yourself?"

"No, I can't find my glasses, I'm sure that I put them down here last night."

"They're not there now; they couldn't have fallen down the back could they?"

"Well, they're thin enough to fit down, that's why I leave the arms open a little so I can't brush them down accidentally in the night."

Then it dawned on me, I had placed the cup down flat but I had slid the book in between the cup and the side of the wardrobe, sliding the book in could just have closed his glasses and pushed them over the edge in the darkness. I had to kneel on my dad's bed to get my head close enough to the wall to look down the back of the cabinet. I was dressed in my nighty with knickers and bra under it and as I squinted into the darkness I felt my father's hand on my bottom through my nighty and knickers.

"I can see them, jammed in about half way down, looks like a ton of other stuff down there as well!"

"Yes, I've lost six ball point pens down there, a notepad and some small change and a few other things as well."

"Can't we pull the cabinet out between us?"

"No, it's all bolted together and into the wall and after so long I'm worried if someone takes it apart they'll never get it to go back together again."

"I'll call Johnny, ask him to bring some tools and wood and stuff with him when he comes down at the weekend, he'll soon fish it all out and he'll be able to put it together again."

My dad had run his hand up to my hip, it felt to me like he was trying to find out where the waistband of my knickers came to and when he reached the top of my knickers he said, "Doesn't Johnny complain about you wearing these passion killers?"

"He's never said anything to me about not liking them."

"Come on, no man would or could ever like big knickers like those. Your mother always wore sexy lingerie and never wore anything at all in bed."

"You're wearing pyjamas!"

"I had to get them while I was in hospital, a neighbour got me three pairs when I had my accident and it looked like I would be in hospital for a long while, until you agreed to come over to look after me."

"Wouldn't you usually wear them at home?"

"I hate the fucking things, in the summer I walked around the house and garden totally nude most of the time and I've slept in the nude since I first married your mum."

"God, I'll bet that gave old Mrs Benson next door something to talk about down at the church busybodies group. Why are you still wearing your pyjamas if you hate wearing them?"

My dad picked up his book and looked at the cover, "This has to go back on Friday, I'll never be able to read it now. I'm only wearing them because you're here and I didn't want to freak you out helping me in and out of bed."

I thought back to the story I had read the evening before to Johnny and the memories that it had brought out of the darkest corners of my mind, memories that I had suppressed because I thought they were so bad but Johnny's reaction to what I had read out to him made me think that I had made too much of them when I was younger, locking them away for no reason. I realised that there was a long silence in the room as I was thinking so I blurted out, "I could ring the library; get them to extend the loan for two more weeks!"

"I didn't get it from the council library, I borrowed it from a friend, he charges two quid a fortnight to lend out books that aren't published in England, this book has a very long waiting list of people who want to borrow it."

The comment about the book being unavailable in England reverberated through my head, if the book wasn't even English then how come it had my story in it almost word for word as I remembered the event happening? I felt my face blushing, I was now sitting next to my father on his bed, my bum just inches away from his face because of how close I had to get to the wall to see down the back of the cabinet and I could feel his hot breath through my nighty on my ribs as he propped himself up on his pillows.

"So, I don't need to bother then?"

"Sorry, bother with what?"

"Bother wearing my pyjamas in bed."

"No, of course not."

"So you'll be okay helping me in and out of bed when I'm totally naked?"

"Of course I will, we're both adults after all."

"So, if you're going to be okay with helping me when I'm naked can I ask a big favour?"

I remembered watching my father masturbating the day before and I felt my face blush a little deeper red, "Depends on what it is."

"Well, I'm starting to smell and I can't take a shower or a bath with this pot on my leg, I was wondering if you'd help me out with a bed-bath?"

"Well, okay but you have to wash your own privates, I'll help with all the rest."

My dad's face turned from a broad grin to a look of disappointment, "Okay, that's fair enough I suppose!"

"When do you want your bed-bath?"

"Well, I was thinking of having it as soon as I've finished my cup of tea."

"Right, I'll go and get dressed, drink my tea and get things ready; will you be able to get undressed by yourself?"

"Well, I can just about do it but it would be far quicker if you helped me."

"Okay, I'll be back up in thirty minutes."

I checked the time, Johnny would just about be getting in his office, he was a creature of habit, he'd check the post and his emails first, there would be no meetings until at least ten o'clock so I unplugged my tablet and called him on Skype. I told him about losing my dad's glasses down the back of the built in units in his bedroom and that no matter how busy he was he would have to bring some tools with him at the weekend to take the bedroom apart and retrieve my father's glasses for him. I told him that the book wasn't from a public library and that my dad had to hand it back on Friday because there was a long waiting list for the book.

"Well, that settles it then, I'll come down at the weekend for at least one day but you'll have to read the rest of the book to your father before Friday."

"It's worse than that, when I finish talking to you I've got to go and give him a bed-bath."

"Wow! Are you going to wash his cock and balls?"

"No! I told him that he has to wash his privates himself, he seemed okay with that."

"Really?"

"Well, probably not, he said that was okay but he really looked disappointed."

"You should definitely wash all of him."

"I can't do that."

"What would a professional nurse do?"

"She'd probably wash all of him."

"Before you go into his bedroom, just think of yourself as his nurse and not his daughter and if it really brothers you just give him a very quick wipe over any bits that make you uncomfortable."

I had spent longer chatting to Johnny than I had expected too and I have to say that I was very turned on by our long conversation especially Johnny's detailed description of how I should wash carefully under my father's foreskin, he had told me that because my father masturbated the day before there could well be a build up of semen that dries into a cheese like substance that collects around the thin bridge of skin just beneath his cock's little eye and that's what caused soreness in lots of men if they don't wash properly.

I had been chatting to Johnny for so long that by the time I had gathered a bowl of warm water, soap and towel and taken them to my father's bedroom he had managed to undress himself. He was under the sheets but I could see his pyjamas, vest and underpants lying on the floor at the side of his bed.

I took a deep breath and then got a bright idea to help ease myself into my task gently, I peeled back the bedding at the side of my father and spread out a bath-sheet at the side of him, then I said "Roll onto your stomach on the towel for me, please dad."

I breathed a sigh of relief as my father rolled onto his front, I'd put off the 'confrontation of the cock' for a little while at least. I covered my right hand with a face cloth and soaked it in the warm water, then I rubbed soap into the wet flannel and bit the bullet and started washing around the back of my father's neck and shoulders. I was washing close to his head but my eyes were fixed to his buttocks. I found it funny that my dad's body was covered in hair like a gorilla, a veritable forest of hair all over his back and shoulders and all down his legs, well, the one leg I could actually see but I guessed that under the plaster cast his other leg would be just as hairy but his bum cheeks were totally hairless.

It took me about ten minutes to wash down to his bum and as my cloth covered hand rubbed over his gluteus maximus he parted his legs and I caught my first view if his balls through his parted legs. I dropped the cloth into the bowl of water and then rubbed soap between my hands before washing down between his legs, as my fingers rubbed over his anal muscle his whole body shivered and he gasped a little extra air into his lungs. I rinsed my hands in the water and re-soaped them before returning to washing between my father's legs and I washed all the way down to his bollocks. As I soaped his plumbs he rolled his back, driving his cock into his mattress, I guess I spent two or three times longer washing over his balls than was really necessary but his reactions told me that he was appreciating that little extra attention in that area.

I finished off his back by washing his good leg and both feet, that didn't take overly long to do but by that point the water was looking pretty disgusting and, well, it felt very cold as well, not that it started out overly hot in the first place. After handling my father's balls for so long I really needed to think about, 'Washing part two - the front area,' and I thought that a change of water would be a good excuse for me to do a little thinking before starting on my father's front.

As I dried my father's back I said, "I'm going to change the water, while I'm gone try and turn over and get in the middle of the towel again, back in a minute."

I carried the bowl of dirty water through to the bathroom and tipped it away and then I started to fill the bowl again with hot water. Standing at the side of the bed wasn't too bad but as soon as I started to walk I realised just how wet the crotch of my knickers were and as soon as I reached the bathroom, the third thing I did was drop my panties to the floor and try and dry my inner body with a course towel obtaining the strange result of an instant and earth-shattering climax whilst just trying to dry between my legs.

I was going to put clean knickers on before returning to my father's bedroom but I knew full well that they would, like the first pair, be soaking wet again before I'd finished giving my father his bed-bath. I hesitated momentarily before entering his room again; the towel had taken the edge off of my excitement slightly, my climax, albeit a fleeting one had made me think about what I was willing to do next. 'I'm definitely going to make him wash between his own legs.' I promised myself as I pushed his bedroom door open.

I had thought that while my dad was waiting for me to return he would have covered himself with the top sheet at least but as the door swung open, there he was dead centre of the towel, flat on his back, totally naked with an erection that reached past his belly button. I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock as I walked towards him, 'How the hell did he get that monster in me when I was so young!' ran through my mind as I realised that it was actually slightly longer and fatter than my husband's cock, I doubted that there would be many English men who would have had bigger cocks than my father even men half his age.

I placed the bowl on the stool at the side of the bed, I was making a determined attempt not to look back at his cock and my father had a faint trace of a smile on his face because of my obvious difficulty in self-control. I wet the face cloth and rubbed soap into it, then I gently washed my father's face, "You need a shave, do you use electric or a wet shave?""

"Wet shave."

I'd have to try and work out how to shave my father if he'd trust me to try it. I washed down his neck and over his shoulders before rinsing the cloth and re-soaping it, I reached across his body to wash his left arm and hand and as I did his right hand slipped onto the back of my thigh and as I rubbed the soapy cloth down his left arm he slid his right hand up my thigh and over my bottom on the outside of my dress. It was obvious that he was feeling for the elastic of my knickers again but this time, there was nothing to find under my dress, I wasn't even wearing an underskirt or chemise under it, just a bra.

"That's much better than wearing passion-killers, let the air get at your bits."

I had reached my father's left hand and washed that and now I was backing away from him, fighting the temptation to look down at his cock and losing, I saw it jump and bounce off of his belly and a dribble of pre-cum leaked from his cock's eye and joined a small puddle of slime trapped by the hairs on his belly. As his hand slipped off of my wrist I caught it and began washing his right arm, under his armpit and down to his hand before swirling the cloth in the bowl of water again.

I rubbed fresh soap into the cloth and began washing his upper chest, as I reached his nipples they reacted a lot to the friction of the rough flannel rubbing across them, his areola puckered up and his nipple grew just as mine would if Johnny was paying them attention, just as they were, from my rubbing across my father's nipples. "They always react that way, ever since your mother developed a fantasy to have sex with another woman and she played that fantasy out with me, it was difficult as hell to keep my cock trapped between my legs to make it look like I had a fanny instead of a dick. She used to suck on my nipples for hours before she let me fuck her."

A shiver ran through my body at the image of my mum and dad role-playing sexual acts like that, Johnny had often asked if I'd play out a few scenes with him, he'd often suggested that we could take it in turns, play out one of my fantasies one Friday evening and one of his the following Friday. Just to see if I liked doing it but in all honesty, I never really had any fantasies, sexual or otherwise, and I was now certain that my suppression of what my father and I did when I was younger was probably at the root of my inability to fantasise about sex.

I had opened up a huge amount of what had happened in the bath that night with my father but I still hadn't remembered all the way to the end of the memory or story, whatever it was that was really happening, Johnny had climaxed at the crucial moment and the memory had slipped out of my head completely. I started to wash down over my dad's ribs towards the crucial point, whatever point that was that I was planning on stopping and letting my father take over, now I was facing down my father's body, there was no option but to look at his cock and with every inch that my hand got closer to his cock it jumped more and pumped out even more pre-cum over his belly.

If I stopped washing him short of his cock as I had originally planned that would leave quite a large area of his abdomen for him to wash for himself and so I stopped a half an inch short of the pool of semen on his belly I changed my mind and jumped to his feet and started to wash the tops of both feet before washing up the length of his good leg. Again, I was facing his cock only this time he could see exactly where my eyes were fixed as I washed up towards his hip.

I dropped the face cloth into the bowl, part of me wanted to rub soap into the cloth and hand it to my father and help him to finish the rest of his body himself but without really thinking about it I rolled the soap around between my hands until I'd built up a rich lather and I stood against his hip just wiggling my fingers in the air the way I'd remembered my father doing all those years ago.

Part of me wanted my father to take over, the way that he expected me to do back then when I was a very young girl and part of me wanted all of that to have been a made up account of my pre-pubescent mind and that as I wriggled my soapy fingers in the air above his body my father wouldn't understand what I meant by the action.

My dad dug his right elbow into his mattress and lifted his body up before taking my right wrist with his left hand and pulling my hand down over his cock, placing my palm down on the length of his dick before lying down again. I started to wash his cock with long slow soapy strokes and then I started washing his balls with my left hand. My dad's breathing started to increase and his hips started lifting off of the bed in an involuntary reaction to my washing of his cock and then he reached down with his left hand and pushed my left hand down between his legs under his balls as his right hand slipped on to the back of my leg just below the hem of my dress and started to rub upwards under my dress.

I was just rubbing soap in between his legs as I was wanking him off and he was rubbing ever closer to my bum, then he sought out my left hand with his left hand again and he pressed my middle finger against his anus, I got the picture and as he reached his orgasm I pushed my soapy middle finger up his bum, he gasped and a jet of semen fired off and hit his upper chest, just below his chin. As his second jet left his cock his middle finger found my soaking wet cunt and he jabbed it up inside. I raced to a climax and reached it before his third jet of spunk shot up his body. My dad was swearing a lot, telling me how good I had been at wanking him off, he told me that I did a far better job than my mother had ever done.

His verbalisation did turn me off slightly and so, even though I was slap bang in the middle of a delicious orgasm I shook my hips and dislodged his fingers from my twat before washing his spunk off of my right hand and wrist in the bowl of rapidly cooling water. Then, I had to wash from his neck down to his hips all over again before drying him and before I had finished drying him off his cock was rock hard all over again.

"My God Jenny, that was the best wank I've had in my whole life and I can't believe how fast I've come back to life."

I dried my father off before taking the wash stuff away, it crossed my mind that he still needed his shave but I would cross that bridge another time. For now, I had the task of helping my father to get down the stairs and get him his breakfast. I looked down at my right hand, remembering how just moments earlier it was covered in a liberal coating of his semen and as I looked down at my now dry hand I got a flashback to when I was younger, far younger than the memory from reading my father's story to Johnny the night before. The flashback was me waking up, I was in my bed but there were no covers on me and my nighty was pulled up over my face.

I suddenly remembered pushing my nighty down and saw my dad turning his back on me, he was breathing heavily and then I realised that I was covered in liquid. As my dad wiped the liquid away from my body he told me that I'd had a bad dream and had woken in a cold sweat but the stickiness of the liquid back then reminded me a little of honey but that was because honey was the only thing I knew that was that viscous and clear.

A shiver ran through my body at the thought that even way back then, my dad could have been looking at my naked body and masturbating over me. Once again I couldn't be sure exactly what it was that had happened way back then, if it had really happened the way my dad said, happened the way that I was now interpreting it or even if the whole thing had just been a fantasy or figment of my imagination.

I was brought back to the real world by a crashing sound from my father's bedroom; I dropped all thoughts from my head and rushed in to see what had happened to him. Fortunately he had just dropped one of his crutches on the floor as he was trying to get out of bed. He had reached his dressing gown and had slipped that on but that was all he was planning on wearing all day.

I helped him to get up off of the bed and to get to the stairs, he sat on the top step and I took his crutches down with me while he lowered himself, one step at a time on his bottom down to about the third step from the bottom where he stopped and called me. I had been grilling sausages in the kitchen while he took his time descending the stairs; I turned the sausages once again and then helped him up onto his feet and crutches. I walked just behind him until he reached his favourite seat, just in case he faltered or slipped on his journey.

As he sat he picked up his book, "Shall I put the TV on for you dad?"

"No point, I can't see the screen."

"Well, there should be news on about now; you'll get the gist of the news."

"No, if I can't see it I don't want it on. I'd still like to finish my book before it has to be dropped off on Friday afternoon."

I moved his crutches out of the way and returned to the kitchen to finish off the sausage sandwiches that I had been making for our breakfast. I took him in a tray with his breakfast and another cup of tea on it. His dressing gown had fallen open a little and his cock was once again standing to attention, I looked at the window, "Dad, what if someone walks past the window?"

"I won't see them so I won't care and if they are walking past my window they deserve to see something they shouldn't."

We ate breakfast in silence and we both had another cup of tea and when that was finished my dad said, "Well, are you going to read the rest of my book to me or are you going to go all shy again like you did when you were a little girl?"

"It's not the kind of book I'd usually read and certainly not out loud."

"It's just a series of incest stories; you've just tossed me off not thirty minutes ago so reading about incest shouldn't bother you too much!"

He was right of course, and the thing he didn't know was that I had read one of the stories to my husband about twelve hours earlier and my husband had masturbated as I read it and then, to get to sleep after reading the erotic story, I had also masturbated, just not on camera for my husband to watch me.

I picked up his book and went back to the sofa to sit and read, my dad stopped me and asked if I'd sit on his foot stool in front of him so that he could watch me as I read the story. He swung his bad leg down off of the stool, I thought about protesting that he'd been told to keep his leg elevated a little but I realised instantly that the reason he wanted me sitting on that very low stool was because he knew that I had no panties on and that sitting on the stool my knees would be higher than my bum and he'd be able to see up under my dress.

I sat at my father's feet and started to read from the position that he'd left his book mark the day before. The story wasn't close to being as sexually exciting for me as the story that I'd read to my husband but the fact that my dad was staring up my dress and making no secret of doing it tipped me over the edge again and I knew that my juices were flowing right before my father's eyes.

I read for thirty minutes, my dad had his hand on his cock and he was just rubbing gently but not seriously trying to masturbate himself. He stopped me about half way through that particular short story, "Take your dress and bra off for me."

I gasped, then I looked towards the window, 'Why did I look to see if anyone was looking in instead of just saying no like I should have done?' I had no idea why, well, I think I did, I was turned on all over again. My mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish taking in food but no words were coming out, suddenly there was a burble from my tablet on the other side of the room, the sound dragged me back to my senses. "Bet that's Johnny, be about lunchtime for him, I'll take it in the kitchen and make us a snack if you like."

"Just a cup of tea please."

I picked up my tablet and went into the kitchen; I popped the kettle on while I opened Skype to chat to Johnny. He jumped straight in, "How did the bed bath go?"

"Okay I guess."

Did you force him to wash his own cock?"

"No, in the end I gave in and washed it for him."

"Did you get him off?"

I felt my face colour up, it took me a while to answer but eventually I said, "Yes!"

"And since?"

"I've been reading some of his book to him."

"Has he got hard again yet?"

"Took him about two minutes to get hard after he climaxed."

"Wow, that's not bad for a man of his age."

"I've never seen you get hard that fast after climaxing!"

"So what are you doing now?"

"I'm making us a cup of tea."

"And then?"

"He wants me to take my dress and bra off and read to him some more."

"What, so you'll just be wearing knickers then?"

"No, I took them off earlier when they got soaked."

"Did your dad get you off too?"

I blushed but didn't answer.

"Can you switch to the back camera and leave Skype connected so I can watch and hear you reading to him in the nude."

"What! You actually want me to strip off and read to my dad while you watch?"

"Well, I'm hoping that your dad will want more than to just look at you reading to him and hopefully I can watch before I have to go back to work at one thirty, so try and get him revved up as quickly as you can."

I shook my head in disbelief at what both my husband and my father were expecting me to do."

"Go on, please, I've locked my office door so that I can have a wank as I watch you with your dad!"

I was still feeling a little reluctant as well as very turned on, earlier, when my father had asked me to strip off for him, I had looked towards the window to make sure no one could see in so I knew that I was half way to agreeing to my father's request but now Johnny was asking me to do it too and he wanted to watch for as long as he could before having to return to work after lunch.

"Vicky, strip off in here and leave your tablet standing up on the tray but turn your volume and the brightness right off so it looks like you've turned your computer off and your dad won't be able to hear me wanking off." As I stripped off my screen went blank and I folded the cover so that it was propped up as if I were reading an e-book.

I walked back into the living room and my dad's face lit up when he saw that I was totally naked. I put the tea tray down on the side table very carefully; I had to make a best guess at what Johnny would be able to see from the better of the two cameras built into my tablet pc. I picked up the book and began to read it again, I read for ten minutes, I could see that my dad's cock seemed to be growing ever fatter and longer as he looked at my naked body, then he leaned forward and started to fondle my bare breasts, then his right hand reached out for the back of my head and he pulled me towards his cock.

I dropped the book as I started to suck his cock, I didn't know how much Johnny would be able to see because I was hunched over my father's lap and he continued to fondle my breasts with his left hand as his right hand was encouraging me to suck harder, faster and deeper. I for my part was trying to get my dad off in my mouth so that Johnny would see the end-game before he had to go back to work.

Suddenly my father's hand moved from the back of my head to my forehead and he pushed my mouth off of his cock, "Fucking hell girl, no wonder Johnny doesn't care what kind of knickers you wear if you suck cock like that!"

I was a little disappointed that my father didn't want to orgasm at that point, I had no idea just how long Johnny would have left to watch, if my dad wanted another reading of his story before he finished off, okay, Johnny would get a kick out of hearing me reading the sex story while totally naked with my dad but still, I was a little disappointed,.

I reached down to pick up his book again but he stopped me, his hands were now under my armpits, he was encouraging me to move up his body, okay, no big issue, he probably wants to kiss me. I followed my father's guidance and slithered my body up his, 'I bloody hope that you're watching this Johnny, I'm not doing it for my own good!' as I slithered up my dad's body he leaned back in his chair causing it to recline slightly but moving his face a little further away from me, eventually I had slithered far enough to kiss him and as I did he slipped his hand between my legs and eased them open and then I realised that he was lining his cock up with my cunt and I started to try and push my body off of his.

I was far too slow and far too weak; my dad had clamped his other arm over my shoulders to hold my upper body in place while he connected his cock with my cunt. It didn't take him very long, just a few seconds really, my struggling and fighting must have added to his excitement because he fired off in my cunt in just thirty seconds flat. I was coughing and spluttering when I realised that he had fired his load into my belly without even checking that I wasn't at my dangerous point of my monthly cycle and I wanted to give him a bollocking for doing something so reckless as risking impregnating me especially as he was my father.

Then dad did something unusual, he pulled his cock out of my cunt and he turned my body so that I was bent over his lap in the typical spanking position and he pulled my arse cheeks apart, "God look at all that spunk running out of your cunt, I can't believe that I can make that much juice so soon after you wanked me off this morning."

I couldn't tell for sure but it was almost as if my father knew that I had been performing more for Johnny than for him and he was proving to Johnny that he had filled my belly with his seed. I was held in place for ages before my dad finally let my arse cheeks go and he slapped my bottom for good measure.

"You'd better go and get a towel to sit on, I need more of my story now!"

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