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First Published: 15 October 2014

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Father Sitting
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, Father/daughter, Incest, Webcam-chat, masturbation, Under Age Sex

My elderly father had a fall and broke his ankle in a fall in the snow and because of the snow and ice around the streets he just couldn't get out and about so I had to leave my husband temporarily to move in with my father and help him with his needs. We lived just a little too far away from my father for me to nip back and forth every day and my husband was at a very busy period in his work so we would just have to put up with a phone and internet relationship until my dad was back on his feet.

On the first day I cleaned everything that could possibly be cleaned, washed all of his dirty clothes and dried them all. In the afternoon I organised his kitchen cupboards and made a list of things I needed to shop for. I left my father in the living room, sitting in his favourite chair with his foot up on a stool and his library book at his side while I went shopping.

Okay, so I had lived away from the town of my birth for quite a few years, lived in a big city with twenty-four hour culture and shopping and had forgotten all about 'Early Closing Wednesday'. I drove into town and there were literally tumble-weeds blowing down the middle of High Street, not a car in sight, not a person in sight and every shop door had a bright red sign saying 'Closed'. I spun the car round and headed back to my father's house, I was back on his drive within thirty minutes of leaving.

I opened the car door and just as I was about to get out of the car a snap of wind caught the shopping list from the top of my handbag and sent it flying out across my dad's lawn. I ran after it and caught up with the slip of paper just as it landed momentarily under his living room window. As I snatched the paper up off of the grass I just happened to look in through the window and couldn't believe what I was seeing, my dad, sitting in his favourite chair, reading his library book and masturbating.

I dropped out of sight as quickly as I could and slinked back to my car, I used my mobile phone to call my father and told him that everything was closed, I asked him if he knew of any shops that might still be open, I already knew the answer but I was giving my father the head's up that I would be home soon.

Because I knew what was happening I could actually see the shadow on the wall of the living room of his hand rubbing up and down his cock, it took him fifteen minutes to finish himself off, I couldn't see him shooting, just his body jerking and twitching. His body jerked so much that he could have seen me sitting outside in my car if he had been looking so I had to make my move. As I walked into the living room he had only just managed to fasten his zipper on his trousers, the book was lying face down on the floor and at the side of his book was a pile of tissues.

I made my father a cup of tea, just to keep out of the living room long enough for the blush covering my face and chest to die down, I took him in a tray with his tea and a plate of biscuits and set the tray at the side of his chair. I picked up his book and placed it at the side of his tea, it was the first time that I had the chance to look at the book's cover. The front cover of the book had no picture, just the title in old English cursive script and the author's name, it was quite difficult to read the title because of the script used, I read it as 'Jnceftuouf Relationf'. Didn't make any sense to me and my mind was working overtime to decipher the title as I bent down and grabbed the handful of tissues from the floor without thinking. As the cold, slimy feeling made it through my brain I had to fight my revulsion so that I didn't let on to my dad that I knew what was covering the tissues.

I walked quickly through to the kitchen and dumped the tissues in the bin before scrubbing my hands clean, 'in old English script the S's often looked like F's popped into my head and I tried to remember what I'd read from the cover if the book and substituted the F's for S's, 'Jnestuous Relations. I couldn't think of any words that actually started with 'Jn' but then I realised that a capital 'J' could look a little like a capital 'I' when hand written so that would make it, 'Incestuous Relations'. On that realisation I felt my face blush all over again.

"Are you coming in Jenny, the game show is about to start!"

"I'll be there in a minute dad, just doing myself a coffee," I replied, I was actually fanning my face to try and cool my skin down a little to get rid of the bright red flush. I had to take several deep breaths before I could go back into the living room. I sat on the sofa opposite my dad, my feet tucked up under my bottom the way I used to sit when I was a teenager. After the quiz, each time a program came on that didn't interest my father he would read a little of his book, each time he turned a page he would look over at me, sometimes at my face, sometimes at my chest and other times at the point where my legs disappeared under my dress. I for my part would look over towards my dad and every time my eyes were drawn to his trousers, to the bulge that grew every time he looked in my direction.

At six thirty I did dinner and we ate on trays in front of the TV and after dinner we went back to a mixture of watching TV and my father reading his book and looking at my chest and legs as his trousers filled and emptied like the chest of someone breathing in and out. At nine o'clock my dad said that it was time he got ready for bed. It seemed a little early to me but as my father couldn't walk up the stairs he would need about thirty minutes to get up the stairs on his bottom.

Once he was up the stairs he called me and I went up with his crutches and helped him up onto his feet. He needed a wash and I went into the bathroom with him, he couldn't stand at the sink so the only way he could have a wash would be to sit on the toilet and let me wash his face and upper body with a soapy face cloth. I left my father to change into his pyjamas and then helped him into bed. He was grumbling that he really needed a bath as he had got very sweaty from sitting around in his chair all day but he knew that he couldn't get his plaster cast wet in the bath or shower.

As soon as I got back down into the living room I kicked my tablet into life and checked to see if my husband was on-line. We linked up on Skype and I told him all about what I had seen my father doing when I came back from the shops early and he burst out laughing as I told him about picking up the semen filled tissues absentmindedly.

"Why were you distracted?"

"I'd seen the cover of his book and was trying to work out what the title was."

"Shouldn't have been that difficult surely?"

I picked up the book and held it in front of the camera on my tablet, "What do you think it says?"

"Looks like 'Jnceftuouf Relationf' to me!"

"Well, the J is actually an I, and the F's are actually S's."

I watched as my husband's eyebrows rose as he substituted the letters and worked out what the book's title was.

"Wow, so what kind of incest is the book about?"

"I can't read my father's book!"

"Go on, if you don't I'll just have to google the title and find out for myself as soon as we close down."

I made sure that my father's bookmark was held firmly in place so I didn't lose his place in the book and opened the front cover.

"Oh, it's ten short stories, not just one."

"Okay, what's the first one about?"

I read for a few seconds, "Looks like a father and daughter story."

"The dirty old sod, what about the second story?"

I flicked through the pages and found the start of the second story; I read a few paragraphs, "The second story is also a father and daughter story."

"What about the third story?"

I flicked through again and found the start of the third story and then I pulled a face that made my husband ask me what was wrong.

"I think I found the part of the story where my dad climaxed, the pages here are a little wet and sticky."

"Okay but what was the story about?"

I read a little of the beginning of the story and a wry smile crossed my lips.

"What? What is it?"

"Guess!"

"Another daddy/daughter story?"

"Yep!"

"Can you see where he was reading when he climaxed?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Read it to me."

"I can't do that."

"Come on, it's going to be lonely over here without you until your dad's well enough for you to come home."

I felt my face heat up all over again as I blushed at my husband's suggestion that I read out the passage that my father had masturbated too, but he insisted that I either read him the passage or tell him the page numbers so he could find a copy of the book and read it for himself.

"...I heard my wife tell Jenny to use her bathwater while it was still hot, it wasn't very dirty anyway, then Pauline told Jenny that she should go straight to bed after her bath as she had to get up early for school the next day. I waited...

My husband interrupted me, "Hey Jenny, your mother's name was Paula, this is a little close to home isn't it?"

I closed the book and put it on the arm of the sofa, "Hey, what are you doing? Don't stop now, I want to hear what your dad was reading when he shot his load."

I looked at my husband on the small screen of my tablet, I also had a smaller picture of myself, my face very red because I had read a little ahead in the story and there was something very familiar about the story, very familiar indeed."

"Come on Jenny, read the section that you dad was reading please!"

"...waited at the bottom of the stairs for Paula to come down, she was dressed to the nines, little red dress, black stockings and black dancing shoes. She had done her face, done her hair in a kind of Bee-hive, or rather her interpretation of what a sixty's Bee-hive hair style would have looked like. I told her not to worry about catching the last bus home, told her to enjoy herself and even gave her the cash for her taxi home.

I kissed her as she left the house to walk the few yards to the bus stop and then went to the living room window to watch her as she wobbled to the corner where the bus would pick her up. I had to watch her because if she had missed the bus or if the bus failed to turn up, she would return to the house and I didn't want to get caught!

As Paula climbed up onto the bus's platform I waved, just in case she happened to look back and as soon as the bus pulled away from the stop I closed the curtains and stripped off as quickly as I could. I pulled on my dressing gown. I ran up the stairs and stopped outside Jenny's bedroom door, had she left the bathroom already, was she drying herself in her bedroom. I would have difficulty in explaining why I had walked into her bedroom; there was the sound of flesh vibrating under water against the bathtub, Jenny was still in the bath.

I took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom, the door had no lock and in the past I had often walked in on Jenny or her mum while they were in the bath but that was when Jenny was much younger and much less well developed. Her left arm flashed up to her chest to hide her thirty-two 'B' cup breasts. Her right hand slipped between her legs to cover the first few dark hairs that were starting to show over her pussy mound.

"I said I was sorry, that I didn't realise that she was in the bathroom but that I was desperate to use the toilet, she relaxed a little, I sat on the toilet seat and allowed my dressing gown to slip open a little, I saw her peeking at my cock, I was fighting to keep my cock flaccid and failing, as my cock woke up and rose, Jenny's eyebrows rose and her mouth dropped open.

I didn't try to cover myself up, I just allowed Jenny a good look at my cock and as she got used to looking at my cock her left arm slowly fell from covering her breasts and her right had slipped away from covering her cunt..."

"Why did you stop there?"

"I think that was the point that he, well... you know, that's where the wettest page in the book is."

"Keep going, I'm getting turned on here."

"But I'm not there, why would you want to be turned on?"

"I want to wank myself off and have you watch me do it on your screen."

A shiver ran through my body, not only because of what I was reading but because of the memories that reading the stories had evoked in me, memories that I had convinced myself were just a rude dream, a very vivid fantasy that I had criticised myself over and over again for having but my dream was exactly as the story in my father's book had described.

"You really want me to carry on?"

"Yes, but I want you to watch me wank as you read."

My husband tilted his camera down a little to show his cock on my screen, he took a firm grip on his cock, he could see my face on his screen so he knew if I was looking at him or looking at the book. I didn't really need to read the book; I had actually lived through this story in my head a thousand times and if the story had been written, there was a chance that it had really happened and if I had never told anyone about it, then my father must have told someone all about it and that person had written the story.

My husband was slowly rubbing his hand up and down his cock, "Come on darling, just read a little more until I can get off."

"...I waited until Jenny looked comfortable with being naked in the bath with me sitting there with my flagpole standing tall, its little eye staring at the ceiling. I asked Jenny if she remembered when we used to take our baths together, she tipped her head to one side, the way she often does when she is thinking and then she nodded her head but being careful not to take her eyes off of my cock.

I asked her if she thought it would be okay to share a bath again now that she was so much older. She tilted her head a little further to the side; she was thinking about it, I started to worry that she might just say no, even if she did say no I'd seen her fresh developed body, seen her all naked and soaking wet in her bath, if she said no I'd head straight for my bedroom and jerk off while the image of her nubile young body with its perfectly pert breasts and sparsely covered mound, I saw her tiny nipples grow and harden almost imperceptibly as she mulled it over in her head.

She started to look a little uncomfortable and started to shift her position in the bath, she was wriggling around and then I realised that the area between her legs, that place that I had focussed on as I masturbated a thousand times since Jenny was born was now on display to me and it was slowly turning from white to coral pink, and, holy cow, her little clitty wasn't so little anymore, she was growing like she had a baby cock down there and it had actually grown so much that it had forced its way past its hood..."

"Shit Jenny, that's a perfect description of how your clitoris grows when you're really excited" my husband gasped as he rubbed himself closer to his climax.

"Do you want me to carry on reading this rubbish?"

"Oh God yes, yes please, keep reading!"

"...Jenny nodded her head, again she kept her eyes firmly fixed on my cock standing to attention for her, my heart did summersaults in my chest and a million butterflies took flight in my stomach. I stood up and unfastened the belt around my waist, allowing my dressing gown to fall open and reveal a narrow band of my stomach and chest as well as all of my thick, black pubic hair, massive cock and full, hairy balls hanging down.

I told her that if we did have a bath together it would be better if she didn't mention to anyone that we had, especially not to tell her mother, she nodded her agreement. I made her slip forward in the bath so I could slip in behind her just like I did when she was a toddler.

I dropped my dressing gown and climbed into the bath behind my daughter, slipping my legs, one either side of her hips, just like we had done in the past, before my wife decided that Jenny was getting too old to bathe with me, I don't really think that she thought that at all, I think she has noticed my swimmers in the bathwater one time when she came in early to fetch Jenny out before I had the chance to empty the bath.

I asked Jenny if she'd like me to help wash her and she looked over her shoulder, she looked in my eyes, she smiled and then her eyes flashed down her back to where my cock was pressing against her lower back, I wondered how much she could remember of our bath times together before her mother stopped us, I wondered if she had felt my cock rubbing against her back as I masturbated while she played in the water with her back to me way back then.

Jenny nodded her head, took another look at my cock and giggled before looking back into my eyes. I asked if she could remember how we did it before, she nodded her head and faced forwards again and wiggled her bottom a little as she got a little closer to me, the little wiggle of her bottom made my cock jump violently and she must have felt that because she giggled again.

I picked up the bar of soap, rolled it between my hands a few times to build up a lather and then I leaned against her back and pushed my arms past her sides and wiggled my fingers in front of her, I asked if she could remember what she had to do next. Her head tilted to one side and she reached for my wrists and pulled my hands on to her neck and collarbone on both sides of her body. I spent five minutes rubbing my soapy hands around her neck, her shoulders, and her upper chest.

I swished my hands in the bathwater and rolled the soap around between my hands again and again I leaned my chest against her back and wriggled my soapy fingers in front of her again, this time she took a hold of my wrists and pulled my hands down onto her upper chest and she pulled my hands down to the tops of her breasts. I spent ten minutes massaging soap into her chest and breasts down to just above her areola.

I repeated the rinse and soap and wriggling my fingers to invite my daughter to choose where she wanted me to wash her, she took my hands and carefully placed my hands under her breasts and pulled them up so that I was cupping her breasts and as I massaged soap all over her breasts for fifteen minutes I could feel her breathing getting more and more laboured, I added a little pinch and roll of her nipples as I rubbed my hands all over her breasts and she gave a deep sigh, her head tilted back so that the back of her head was against my chest and then she turned her head slightly and she kissed my cheek.

I swished my hands in the bathwater again but I didn't pick up the soap, I said, "Well, that's everything washed that's above the water, are you all clean or is there somewhere else that needs washing?"

I held my breath as Jenny thought about it, then she wriggled again and stood up before kneeling down in the water, she had raised herself so that the water didn't quite cover her pussy mound anymore. I took the bar of soap and rolled it in my hands again, then I wriggled my fingers in front of her again, she took my left hand and placed it on her thighs, then my right hand was placed firmly on top of her little pussy mound with its dozen or so dark brown hairs..."

I was distracted from my story reading buy my husband whispering over and over again, "Oh my God!" I watched as his body jerked on the screen, so much so that he almost disappeared from in front of the camera a few times and I thought that he had finished himself off out of my view. My own body was reacting to my memories and the effect was amplified because I was reliving them for my husband to masturbate to.

"Did you finish?"

"No, why did you stop reading?"

"I thought that you had finished, you were bouncing about like a demented punk rocker, kept disappearing from the computer screen."

"I got close but now I'm off the boil again, keep reading please."

"...I washed over her pussy mound for a few minutes but I couldn't get my fingers between her legs because she was kneeling between my legs and couldn't open her legs because she was so trapped between my thighs. "Do you want me to wash you more?" She nodded her head, "Can you remember what to do next?"

Jenny's face lit up as she remembered what to do from six years earlier and she stood up, my fingers never left her pussy mound, she lifted her right leg and I moved my right leg so that her leg could go back down on the outside of it, then she lifted her left leg so I could slip my leg under it, closing my legs tightly. Once Jenny was standing with her legs wide open she looked back at me, looked me straight in the eyes, "You can clean me properly now!"

I began to move my fingers further round under my daughters legs, massaging soapy fingers over her pussy lips, careful to let my fingers brush over her clitoris a few times to remind her of how much pleasure bathing with daddy could be. I managed to bring her to a little climax, she almost fell over, she had the bend forward and grasp the bath taps to steady herself and as she did I got a wonderful view of her cunt from behind. As Jenny shuddered through another little climax I watched her anal muscle clench and pucker and her pussy lips parted, her vaginal flower opened a little, just like an innocent smile.

"Have you ever put anything inside of you?"

Jenny moved her hips slightly and looked back, her head upside down and looking at my face between her arm and her hip so she could see my face, she looked like she hadn't understood my question. I let my finger slip from her labia and into her vaginal valley, resting momentarily over her hole as I said, "In here?"

"Just fingers."

"One finger?"

"Two!"

"Do you think that if you can get two of your little fingers in side that I could get one of my fat fingers in?"

Jenny gave an upside down shrug of her shoulders.

"Would you like me to try?"

She nodded her head and as soon as she did that I started to push my finger up inside her tight little cunt. I started slowly, spending fifteen minutes getting to the point where I had the whole of my index finger up inside her body, careful not to hurt her, careful to keep contact with her clit so she got the maximum pleasure possible out of the experience. Once my finger was all the way up I started to pull and push my hand, stretching her hole and then pulling my hand in a circular motion to stretch her in all directions.

"Is that nice?"

Her answer came in the form of a deep breath, a shudder and a gasp and as she breathed out a "Yes" in a mixture of a breath and a whisper.

"Can I try and get two of my fingers up you?"

Jenny didn't even think about it, she just nodded her head and I started to try and push my middle finger in her cunt alongside my index finger. It took an age to get both fingers all the way in her cunt and although she winced a few times with the pain, because I was keeping up the massage action on her clit she didn't ask me to stop.

I left her ages to get used to the feeling of two of my fingers up her cunt and let her rock and roll through three little climaxes before I started the stretching of her vagina all over again, far easier to stretch her out with two fingers though, I started to spread my fingers, separating them a fraction and then I started to twist my hand from side to side to stretch her evenly. I noticed that during her orgasms her eyes were clamped tightly closed but in between she would look back at my erection and every time she looked at my cock I smiled inwardly.

"Are you wondering if I could get my cock in your pussy?"

Jenny tipped her head to one side, she was thinking about it but was she thinking 'Could his cock fit in me?' Or was she thinking, 'Do I want him to try and put his cock in me?' We had gone so much further than I could ever have planned to go in just one evening so I was more than happy, if she had shook her head I would have left her bathtub a very happy man. I held my breath for a moment and she nodded her head, I was still unsure what she was saying yes too though.

"What, yes you were wondering if it would fit or yes you'd like to try to see if it will fit?"

There was a slow and very long whispered, "See!"

I placed my left hand on her stomach and pulled her backwards, pulled her until her cunt was directly above my cock, my little cock-eye looking straight up into her cunt hole. As I pulled her down I allowed my fingers to slip out of her cunt and placed one finger on each of her pussy lips, opening her as wide as possible as she lowered down over my cockhead..."

I heard my husband gasp as he fired off all over his naked belly, my hand slipped over my own cunt, one slight flick of my fingers over my clitoris and I shuddered through a silent climax.

We just sat there looking at each other in silence for a few minutes while he got his breath back, then he said, "Remember where you got up too, I'd love to hear more tomorrow."

I just shook my head, I couldn't possibly carry on reading the story as I had stopped reading from the book almost an hour earlier, I was just reliving through something that had happened to me in my past, reliving it and narrating it to my husband for his pleasure. Seeing the massive pool of semen covering my husband's belly from my tale made me think slightly differently about what had happened to me, I had thought that I'd done something very wrong with my father, so much so that I'd forced it to the very darkest corner of my brain and I had built up a wall to stop the memory of it ever coming back to me.

"How long do you think your dad has had these fantasies about incest?"

"I have no idea, not the kind of thing that I could talk to him about is it?"

"Why not? Do you think he's had sex since your mother passed away?"

"I doubt it."

"Well, that's a shame, I got the feeling that him and your mum were at it all the time, right up until the day she died, no wonder the poor old sod has to wank himself off."

He was right, my dad was a very sexual man, more so that my husband would ever know, he seemed to need sex at least once or even twice a day, well, every day that I was living at home, I didn't know for sure if he still had sex that often after I left home to marry.

"Do you think he was fantasising about you when you were that age?"

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Strange though that the girl in the story was Jenny and her description was you to a tee and her mother had the same name as your mother."

"Yes."

"You should ask him."

"What?"

"You know, ask him if he ever fantasised about you when you were younger, if he still fantasises about you. While you're there with him, who knows, you could help him with more than just his food, cleaning and shopping."

"What are you saying?"

"Well, I'm not there to look after you in bed, I might not be able to get down there for a few weeks even at the weekends because of the stack of work I've got, you could help each other out a little, even if it's only masturbation."

I felt my face blush again and fortunately my 'Low battery warning buzzer' sounded.

"My battery is flat, I need to put my tablet on charge, I'll chat to you again tomorrow night after my dad goes to bed."

We did air-kisses and I switched my tablet off and struggled off up to bed, remembering to put my tablet on charge once I got up there.

5,369 Words.

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