Subject: Summer Morning Sex With My Dad (mF, mast, incest, oral)
Diary Date: June 1, 2004
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
Every family has traditions that make them unique and mine is no different.
This summer our family started a new tradition, one that I doubt many families
have in common but maybe if they did they would be a lot more happy.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 � The First Time
Chapter 2 � The Second Time
Chapter 3 � Ready and Waiting
Chapter 4 � Talking It Over With My Mom
Chapter 5 � A Tradition is Started
Chapter 1 � The First Time
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When I was sixteen I came home early from a party and secretly watched from my
bedroom window as my parents made love in the hot tub on our deck. Although I�d
lost my virginity two years earlier and been sexually active ever since, �sex�
and �my parents� were not words I typically used in the same sentence.
Surprisingly, I found myself turned on by the experience so afterwards I flirted
and teased my dad terribly to see if he was interested in me in ways I hadn�t
considered before. It didn�t take long before he responded and made his way to
my bedroom where he fucked me for the first time. From that day onward, sex
with my dad has been a regular part of my daily routine and even though incest
in my family has come to include my mother, her sister and my cousin, my dad is
the one I never turn down no matter when or where we were. Submitting myself to
him, satisfying him as best I can, are things I love to do more than anything.
I especially love it when he cums inside of me, leaving me with a piece of him
in me along with precious memories I will always treasure. Only a father who
truly loves and respects his daughter would ever do such a thing.
Family traditions can start in many ways. This particular �tradition� began the
summer I returned home after my first year away at college. Although I loved
school, being away from my dad for so long had been a tough adjustment for both
of us. What I didn�t know was that he�d started fucking my younger cousin
Kristi shortly after I left for school so he hadn�t been as bad off as I thought
he had been. Even so, I know he missed having his own daughter sit on his lap
with his stiff cock pushing deep in her teenage pussy. If there was one
advantage I held over everyone else in the world, I was the only one who could
say, �Fuck me daddy� and really mean it!
It all started a couple of weeks into my summer break. One morning I was sound
asleep when I felt something tickling my nose and cheeks. My mind was cloudy
with sleep and I didn't even want to open my eyes so I tried to brush whatever
it was away with my hand. Well, you can imagine my surprise when I realized it
wasn't just an itch or pesky insect but instead it was my dad�s hard cock
rubbing up against my face. Surprised, to say the least, I tried to open my
eyes but all I could see through the slits was the vague form of my father
standing next to my bed. He evidently hadn�t gotten dressed yet as he was till
nude from being in bed (neither my parents or me wore anything to bed normally)
and he was sporting an incredible hard-on!
�Open your mouth baby,� he said softly to me, �I want you to take it.�
Obediently, I did as my father told me and I felt his dick slip between my lips
and soon the head moved into my mouth. At that point natural Instinct took
over and I began to suck on his cock like a hungry baby on a full bottle. I
don�t know how long he�d been standing there stroking himself as he looked down
at me sleeping, but it must have been quite a while at least as he was already
on the verge of cumming. In fact, apparently all he needed was the additional
coaxing of my wet tongue on him to set him off and almost as soon as he was in
my mouth he unloaded and his warm cum burst from his dick into my mouth. Laying
on my side, the cum collected in my cheek but the first two shots ht the back of
my throat and were threatening to make me choke or gag. As soon as he finished
I let his cock from my mouth and leaned up on one arm to make it easier to
swallow. It took a few gulps but finally it was clear of my mouth and once I
felt better I dropped my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes, a
satisfied grin on my face. My dad ran his fingers through my hair gently,
something he knew I loved.
�Mmmmm Kelly... now that�s the way a good daughter SHOULD say goodbye to her dad
in the morning,� he whispered to me as he kissed me on the cheek. Despite being
suddenly super horny, I was so tired still that I just nodded back off again and
when I awoke later, if it hadn�t been for the distinct aftertaste of cum in my
mouth I would�ve sworn that the entire thing had been nothing more than a
wonderful dream.
My dad didn't say anything about our morning time when he came home later that
night, not even a wink to me. I figured it must�ve been just him being extra
horny that morning and he needed someone to take care of him so who better to do
so than his loving daughter? Actually it worked out pretty well as my mom was
NOT a morning person whatsoever and of all the times I had hear them making
love, I can't hardly remember any being first thing in the morning.
Chapter 2 � The Second Time
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The next morning I was having the strangest dream about a stranger fucking me
from behind in the middle of a crowded mall. When I woke up with my eyes
tightly shut, it was like I was awake but the dream hadn�t stopped � or was I
still sleeping with some surreal dream still playing? As the fog lifted from my
mind, I realized that I really WAS being fucked from behind and that indeed, it
was no dream at all! Someone was nestled up behind me as I lay on my side and
had lifted my leg up enough and over theirs to get his dick inside of me! I�d
gone to bed late the night before thanks to a movie I wanted to finish but I
hadn�t thought I�d be so tired the next morning that I wouldn't know it when a
guy started fucking me! There was no doubt who it was. After all, who else
would be in my bed in the morning fucking me? Turning my head, I looked over my
shoulder to see my loving father.
�Morning baby,� he said cheerfully, never missing a beat as he stroked his dick
in and out of me slowly but deliberately. It was if he was greeting me for
breakfast or something, as if this was the most natural way for a girl to wake.
�Daddy, what are you doing?� I whined just little. It wasn't that he was
hurting me or anything � quite the opposite if anything. It was just that I
still hadn�t quite woken up enough to fully comprehend all that was happening.
It was like I was still half in my dream except now I realized much of it hadn�t
been a dream in the first place.
�Sorry baby, I just couldn't help myself,� my dad replied, �You looked so damn
sexy laying there I just had to fuck you. I was really trying not to wake you.�
Was he serious? Did he really think he could fuck me and then leave without
ever waking me? Admittedly, it would have been erotic as hell to wake up and
feel his sperm dripping from me and not remember any of it, but that�s not what
happened nor was it reasonable to expect it. Instead, I awoke to find my own
father drilling my pussy with his own personal oil rig. For the moment all I
could do was lay there like a wet rag � well, at least I was wet at one
particular location!
All the while my dad never stopped fucking me and I was finally beginning to
wake up enough to enjoy what he was doing to me when I heard him groan and then
he came in me. My heart skipped a beat, as it always does when my dad cums in
me, when I felt him releasing himself deep inside of me. When a boyfriend or
anyone else cums inside of me, for me it is all about the pleasurable feeling it
gives me, not to mention avoiding the mess that would�ve been created had he
squirting it all over me instead. When my dad cums in me it�s an entirely
different experience for me. Of course it feels good, physically it is no
different being fucked by him than anyone else, but an entirely different
emotional element is also present. It�s really hard to describe but in a way,
it�s like my father is mating with me. Before you get the wrong idea, I don't
mean anything kinky like he was trying to get me pregnant (I would NEVER want to
get pregnant with my dad), it�s the symbolism of the act that I�m referring to,
where the male dominates the female and leaves his seed behind inside of her.
Another way of looking at it is that for me, when anyone else cums inside of me,
from my perspective it�s done out of his own selfishness. Face it, it�s not
like we�re married trying for a child, it�s just another horny guy getting off
using my pussy. The only reason I allow him to do it in the first place is that
I love it myself so in essence, we are both using the other for our personal
pleasure. I don�t buy the crap that some guys expect me to believe where they
claim to want to please the girl more than himself. As I said, if people are
truly honest they admit that the truth � that we are both are doing it to
satisfy our own needs, not the other�s.
Such is NOT the case when I�m with my dad; it�s entirely different. When I�m
with him, sex becomes an expression of the love and respect between a father and
his daughter where their bodies join as one and he gives her the most intimate
gift. Again, don�t get ahead of me and start thinking anything too weird here.
I�m NOT trying to imply that I�m my father�s lover nor would I ever say that we
make love together (making is love is something he only does with my mom, he
fucks me). I don�t know how to describe it any better than that as it�s
something special that only a father and daughter can truly understand. When I
give myself to my dad, it is an act of submission that I have never, and will
never, give to anyone else, not even my husband (I expect to be an equal partner
with him unless we are role playing!). I guess you could say I�m sacrificing
myself in an emotional way to him, giving him the satisfaction and joy that
comes from taking his daughter completely in body and spirit, from me allowing
him to totally dominate me and have his way with me.
Well, enough of that. Just suffice to say that I can never get enough of my dad
cumming in me! No sooner than he was finished, though, he said that he had to
get ready for work, leaving me alone and terribly horny in my bed. There was no
way I could go back to sleep now, not with his fresh cum draining out of me and
my pussy throbbing like it had a heartbeat of it�s own! As I heard him taking a
shower I laid on my back and played with my clit, enjoying the slipperiness
created by his cum that he�d so graciously left behind. I masturbated furiously
until I finally came and then turned back on my side and cupped my warm crotch
in my hand, feeling it pulsing underneath my palm. Not long afterwards, my dad
came out of the bathroom and entered my room again where he leaned over and
kissed me gently on my cheek.
�Kelly... I just want you to know that I loved fucking you this morning,� he
whispered in my ear, �You�re the best daughter a father could ask for.�
He kissed me again and then left me with a warm glow inside. It made me feel so
special to know that my daddy loved fucking me and to hear him say it to me was
music to my ears. What greater compliment could a father give to his daughter?
He could tell me I was pretty, talented, or whatever but that was easy since it
didn't directly affect him. Saying that he loved fucking me meant so much to me
since it required HIM to feel good as well.
So now that made it two mornings in a row, two morning where my dad surprised me
with the most wonderful wake-up call. Later that night when I was tired and
ready for bed, I kissed my parents goodnight and as my lips touched my dad�s and
our tongues touched, I wondered if he was going to wake me again in the morning.
Chapter 3 � Ready and Waiting
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Fortunately I wasn't disappointed only this time I was already awake when he
entered my room. I�d already been playing with myself so I was warm and wet,
all ready for him. He grinned when he realized what I�d been doing � and WHY.
He wasted no time in climbing up on top of me and I could tell he wanted me
badly. Then I felt his already hard dick pressing against my pussy, anxious to
enter me like a dog straining against its leash.
�Tell me what you want,� he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck and ran his
tongue around my neck and ear, �Tell me what you want your daddy to do to you.�
�I want you to fuck me daddy,� I softly replied, �I want you to show me how much
you love me.�
�God I love hearing you say that,� he groaned as he pushed himself into me and
started fucking me missionary style.
As he started to fuck me in earnest, I sighed at the feeling of him entering me
and my heart was filled with love for my father. No matter how many times he
fucks me, each time it�s like it�s our first time all over again. It�s as if
the previous times were all just a dream and now my dream was coming true again
as I give myself totally to him.
�Hmmmm... I think somebody likes her daddy waking her up this way in the
morning,� he teased me as his rigid dick moved in and out of me in a continuous
rhythm.
�Oh daddy, don�t be so silly!� I giggled like a little schoolgirl, �You know you
can do anything to me ANYTIME you want.�
My dad was panting as he kept fucking me but he still managed to say, �I
know��that�s what makes you such a great daughter!�
His strokes were now long and at a steady pace, like a marathon runner who had
established his rhythm. Each time he would pull out until only his head was in
me where he would hesitate just long enough to tease me and then push it back
into me with a steady, deliberate motion. When our bodies met and he was
completely engulfed by my pussy, he would again hold himself there for just a
moment, grinding his hairy crotch against my bare pussy in a circular motion,
and then just as deliberately pull back out of me again. It was enough to drive
me crazy with desire. God I loved to be fucked this way!
He needed to be in me deeper so I pulled my legs in until my feet were flat on
the bed with my knees up and then I spread my legs apart as far as I could so he
could push himself in between them more easily. My entire bed rocked slightly
when we met, pushing me up onto the bed just a little more each time each time
until after a while he would lean back on his knees and pull me back down again,
then leaning over me again and resume fucking me again.
�Damn your fucking pussy feels so good,� he whispered hoarsely to me, �Oh
Kelly... I can�t hold back much longer.�
�Cum in me daddy,� I pleaded, �Ph daddy, PLEASE cum in me.�
As I mentioned, I loved it when he came in me any time but this was my favorite
position � missionary style, at least when I�m with my dad. With other guys I
enjoy being on top as well as it gives me more control over how I�m getting
fucked. However, when I�m with my dad I love it best when he pins me down on
the bed beneath him, driving his incestuous cock in and out of my pussy however
he wishes, holding my arms down behind my head as I submit to his will. It
wasn't that he was forcing me to do anything or even worse, raping me, not by
ANY means do I mean to infer THAT. Even so, I did like to feel dominated by him
where I�m powerless to do anything to stop him, even if I had wanted to (which I
never did!).
Never in my wildest dreams could I even imagine allowing myself to submit to any
other man like this. He was my father, the man I trusted more than anyone else
in the world, and it was a like a public demonstration of that trust when I gave
myself to him.
�Oh yeah baby, here it comes,� my dad groaned, �I�m cumming inside of you... can
you feel it Kelly?�
Indeed I could! How could I NOT feel his cock as it shot out stream after
stream of hot cum into me, spewing his seed into my pussy? Each time he erupted
I could feel this sensation... like a warm blossom of heat in me that quickly
died away, only to be followed by another and yet another. Each time I could
picture his cock deep inside of me, pumping its load of sperm deep inside of me.
It may have been a futile attempt to mate me as I was on the pill, but as they
say, it�s the thought that counts.
�Yes daddy... yes, I can feel you cumming in me,� I moaned, �Tell me you love me
daddy... Tell me how much you love me!�
�Oh baby, you know I love you,� he said softly, as if he was caressing me with
his words, �I could never do this to you if I didn�t.�
�I know daddy... I understand... I really do,� I replied in a voice that barely
could be heard.
For the next couple of minutes we just stayed together, neither of us saying
anything, just a father and daughter enjoying being together � in more ways than
one! Then he kissed me, long and passionately. Finally he was done and he
pulled what remained of his limp cock from me. For just a moment I felt this
incredible sense of emptiness and loneliness, as if a part of me had been
amputated. At that moment I would�ve given anything for him to change his mind
and pushed his cock back into me again, even if just to leave it still in me.
Even if he was mostly soft it would still be better than this horrible feeling
of emptiness I felt between my legs and in my heart. It wasn't to be so as he
carefully got off of me and climbed out of my bed and went off to shower.
As much as I�d loved him fucking me, it was over so quick I didn't orgasm. It�s
not like I was disappointed or upset as that often happened even when I�m
incredibly horny and loving what is happening to me. It�s as if I am
concentrating so hard on him and what he is doing to me that I don�t allow
myself to get off was well. This left it up to me to finish myself off but that
was fine with me. It wasn't my dad�s fault; I knew he had to get to work and so
he couldn't stay with me any longer. Besides, there was always the evening when
he usually made sure I was satisfied before he left me.
As my fingers played over my clit and pushed into my pussy, I dreamed of joining
him in the shower, sucking his wet dick as the water streamed over me. I knew
he needed to get to work or I might have been tempted to make that dream come
true! It wouldn't have been fair of me to do that. If I went into the shower
now I knew that he would never refuse me; but then he would have been late to
work and I didn't want to cause him any trouble. He WAS the senior partner but
that also meant he had to set an example for the associates and other partners.
It didn't take much to bring myself to orgasm after the incredible fucking my
dad had given me. I cried out softly as I felt the fire erupt inside me as my
back arched and legs tensed in response to the wonderful feelings of pleasure
that passed all over my body. It was like my pussy was a volcano, spewing out
lava that covered my entire body except instead of molten rock, it was the heat
of lust and passion that consumed me. I imagined my father being in me know, my
pussy clamping down on his cock as my orgasm surged and threatened to overwhelm
me. As it slowly died down, I heard my dad open the bathroom door and I looked
up to see him enter my room once again.
�Well, well�.I see you managed to take care of yourself,� he said with a grin,
�I promise to make up for it later � OK?�
I just nodded and smiled, knowing he always kept these type of promises! Once
again, he kissed me and left to leave but at the door he turned around and
smiled at me once again.
�Did I ever tell you that you were the most wonderful daughter in the world?� he
asked, his grin telling me he already knew the answer. I just blushed and
smiled at him as he left to get dressed.
Chapter 4 � Talking It Over With My Mom
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Later that morning my mom was home as she had started working a new shift that
day. As we were eating breakfast, she gave me an odd look.
�So Kelly, tell me�..did your dad fuck you this morning before he went to work?�
she asked.
�Ummm, yeah,� I replied, uncertain as to where this was going so I tried to
downplay it as much as possible. �It was pretty quick though, he had to catch
the �T�.�
�I see... well, I just thought I heard something this morning,� she mused. She
took a another drink from her coffee cup and seemed to be thinking hard about
something before she finally looked back at me and asked, �And just how long has
THIS been going on?�
Now I was really curious as to what she was leading up to. I knew my mom pretty
well and I knew when she was setting up the pins. The question was, when would
she roll the ball and try to knock them down? I chose my words carefully for my
reply.
�It�s only been the last few days. I don�t know for sure whether he�s going to
do it every morning from now on or not. You know how he is sometimes, it may
just be a phase he�s going through.�
The way my mom rolled her eyes made me wonder whether I�d helped or just made
things worse. Actually, I had a pretty good feeling that my dad was enjoying
his morning wake-up calls so my expectations were that he would be doing it
again soon.
�Yeah, he�s something else, isn�t he,� she said, shaking her head slowly, �I
mean, he�s always been the type that wakes up horny�must be where you get it
from, certainly not me! I just don�t get off doing it that early in the day �
never have. I need two cups of coffee before I do ANYTHING in the morning, let
alone sex.�
She paused to take another sip from her cup. I still wasn't sure what to say as
it seemed everything I had said so far just made things worse. Then she
chuckled softly, as if a funny thought had come to her mind.
�Sorry, I guess I just don�t understand him sometimes. Since we�ve been married
he�s jerked off in the bathroom in the morning, usually after he shaves and
before he showers. You guys have been fooling around for years now so what took
him so long to come up with this idea? Why now?�
�You don�t mind, do you mom?� I asked, worried that she might be upset or
something for some reason. I was totally confused as normally she never said
much of anything about my dad and me, even when we did it right in front of her.
Why this was any different, especially since she was sleeping at the time
anyway?�
�Oh no, sweetie�don�t worry,� she assured me, putting her hand on mine, �I guess
I just wish sometimes he would discuss things with me before he just goes off
and does it, especially when it involves sex with you�
That was all she said about the matter for the rest of the day and I figured she
was over with it, that is, until my dad came home and we were seated around the
table eating supper. In the middle of the meal, right out of the blue my mom
looked at my dad and gave him a bit of a smirk, the kind someone gives when they
know a secret and someone else doesn�t.
�So John, anything new you want to tell me?� she asked. My dad looked at her
with a puzzled look and then at me. I just shrugged and I could tell from the
look on his face that he knew what my mom was referring to but he still played
it dumb.
�Umm, not anything I know of dear,� he replied, �A little help maybe?�
My mom huffed in mock exasperation. I�d seen them play out this little game
before when my mom knew something about my dad and he wouldn't admit it until he
was faced with indisputable evidence. My mom evidently wasn�t in the mood to
play, though, so she pointed a finger at me and confronted him.
�Give me a break, John, I know you�ve been fucking Kelly every morning lately,�
she declared.
My dad looked at me with a �what have you been telling her look� but wasn't
ready to give in yet as he shrugged his shoulders and replied, �Yeah... so is
that a problem or something?�
My mom let out a deep breath in exasperation. �Well, you could have at least
TOLD me. I AM your wife you know.�
My dad put down his fork and looked at her solemnly. �Now Mary, you know I love
you and you�ve never had an issue with me and Kelly before. What�s the big deal
this time?�
�Nothing really, you know I�ve never been concerned about that, so long as we
always discussed it and were up front with it,� she said softly, �I just wish
you�d talked about it first rather than hiding it from me.�
�Mary, I wasn�t hiding anything!� my dad protested, �You were sound asleep and I
just didn't want to wake you. Besides, since when do I have to tell you every
time I do Kelly?�
My mom closed her eyes as if to concentrate her thoughts and then she smiled and
perked up a bit.
�I guess you�re right, I didn't mean to overreact or anything,� she said
apologetically. She leaned over the table and kissed my dad. Thank god that
was over!
�So tell me one thing,� she continued, just as I thought the conversation was
over. Usually whenever they reached the �kiss and makeup stage�, that ended
whatever they were arguing over. �So is this going to a new morning tradition
for you two?�
My dad looked at me and I smiled back at him. I certainly was up for it if he
was! I was sitting next to him wearing just my usual t-shirt when I felt his
hand on my leg and then he slid it between my legs and tickled my pussy.
�Dad!� I exclaimed in mock protest.
�John!� my mom joined in, �You know better, not at the table!�
We all laughed and the rest of the meal was uneventful. I guess all the talk
about our mornings had my dad going because he kept trying to grope me, acting
like some hormonal teenager in a movie theater. I didn't mind, especially since
I knew what usually happened after supper when he acted this way!
Chapter 5 � A Tradition is Started
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As it turned out, a �tradition� is exactly what it became. For the rest of the
summer my dad would come into my bedroom before he left for the office where he
would have some form of sex with me. We usually only had ten to fifteen
minutes, sometimes even less, so it didn't leave a lot of time to get TOO
creative.
Even so, the fun part for me was that I never knew exactly what he wanted each
morning. Usually he would simply wake me and we would just have a quick fuck,
typically missionary style if I was lying on my back already, or doggie style if
I was on my stomach. If we had some extra time I would let him climb on my bed
and I would ride his hard cock until he came.
Like my dad, waking up in the morning was the most naturally horny time of day
for me. Despite my mom�s earlier protests, you could say it worked out for all
three of us as it relieved her of having to deal with my dad in the mornings. I
think it also was good for my dad�s stress levels as when he would cum and pump
my pussy full of his sperm, it seemed to take a huge load off of him �
physically and mentally, which put him in a better frame of mind to go to the
office and work all day. My only regret was that our time was usually much too
short and most of the time I was left to masturbate afterwards to finish myself
off. I guess it was a small price for me to play considering how much I was
pleasing my dad.
On a positive note, there WERE times, though, when he would get creative. More
than once I awoke to the feeling of his cock violating my pussy, which for me
was a super turn-on. I loved thinking about him entering my room while I was
sound asleep and carefully getting into bed with me, pulling back the covers to
reveal my nude body laying there just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted
to with it. I trusted my father completely and I felt so secure knowing that I
could offer myself to him in that way, letting him use me for his pleasure in
any way he desired while I was totally at his mercy.
Sometimes when I masturbated I would think of him reaching between my thighs to
spread them apart, revealing my bare pussy as I slept. Climbing over me, he
guides his cock while spreading my pussy lips apart with the same hand. Ever
so slowly he enters me, pushing himself into me as slowly as he could, trying
not to wake me. Sometimes I would moan as even in my sleep my body reacted to
his cock. Usually this is when I would wake up and as the haze of sleep lifted
I would realize what he was doing and inevitably he would see a big smile on my
face since it was impossible for me to do anything else when he was fucking me.
If he managed to get his cock completely in me until his crotch was pushing up
tight against mine without his cock in between us without waking me, odds were
pretty good he could then fuck me without waking me, which was a huge turn on
for him. Later I would wake and feel my pussy all wet with his cum draining
from me and grin as I knew he had managed to do something few fathers ever get
to experience, fucking his daughter in her sleep. He told me once how much that
turned him on and how he would have to masturbate in his office later that day
thinking about it.
Instead of fucking my pussy when I was asleep, sometimes he would try to get his
cock in my mouth instead. This was a bit trickier (not to mention dangerous) in
that he had to get my mouth open wide enough for his erect cock to fit in
without my teeth hurting him. To be honest, he was only successful a few times
as usually the touch of him on my lips was enough to wake me. Not that he would
be disappointed because I would still suck him off but the challenge was to get
his cock in my mouth without waking me. Even the few times he was able to do
so, the touch of his head against the back of my throat woke me every time
except once. That one time I was very tired from having been out to late the
night before and waking me was not going to happen very easily. He told me
later how thrilling it was for him to fuck my mouth while I was sound asleep,
seeing himself moving in and out of me while I just laid there completely at his
mercy. He didn�t cum in my mouth because he didn�t want me to choke so instead
he came all over my face. I awoke a while later after his cum had dried on my
face. Although I was happy he had cum on me in my sleep, I didn�t realize that
he had also fucked my mouth for the first time until he came home that night so
horny he took me in the hallway as soon as he got in the door! He said he had
thought all day about it and when he told me what he had done, I just hugged him
and told him I loved him and was so happy to please him.
As you might expect, my dad didn�t fuck me every morning; sometimes he didn�t
even touch me. There were those times when he would uncover me and just watch me
as I slept, admiring my tanned nineteen year-old body. Then he would masturbate
as he stood over me, eventually cumming on my face or other parts of my body so
that when I woke up later I was greeting with his cum as a calling card of his
visit. Feeling his dried cum on me, I would know what had happened and my
thoughts that day would be of him stroking his cock while he stared at me. What
girl wouldn't be thrilled knowing that just looking at her was enough to make
her dad cum!
NOTE: Our �tradition� has lived on ever since although over time it has became
less regular. Maybe It�s because I�m getting older and the naughty thrill of
fucking a 21 year-old as she sleeps isn�t the same as it was when I was a
nineteen year-old teenager but somehow I doubt this is the reason. More likely,
I think, is that it is just part of the natural evolution of our sexual
relationship (including the fact he is getting into his forties). For that
matter, who knows and really, does it matter? I can only hope that our little
�tradition� continues in some form for a long time!
THE END