I Can See Into Dad’s Bedroom

All characters are 18+ in this story.

Goodnight dad.

Goodnight love.

She got up from the couch where herself and dad had been watching some movie she'd grown annoyed with as it was filled with sex scenes and mild erotica that the presence of her father made impossible to enjoy. She'd pretend to stare at her phone waiting for enough time to pass and sneaking rapid looks to check if he'd noticed how innocent she was acting. She would never know if he ever looked to her and if he did she never caught it. She eventually gave up and wished Dad a good night and excused herself. It was late and the whole thing was silly. The movie was about three quarter of the way to the end.

As she walked up the stairs she wondered if her dad had felt the same shame as hers but reckoned that his age must have given him some detachment to what others might think of him since he never let much emotion transpire. She admired him for that as well as a lot of other things, and she had felt that way since a very young age. Her dad was everything to her and she had been sharing all her secrets with him since a very young age except for that which a young teenage girl does not share with a parent.

He's been in charge of the remote the whole time though, she said to herself after reaching her room and closing the door. She felt silly. What she saw in her abundant porn habit was of another scale entirely and so it had been her father, not the movie she'd been ashamed of being exposed to. It was a problem. She needed a good and complete relationship with him or she wouldn't have much of any relationships left. They had made her repeat last year of high school and her already few friends had all left town to attend different colleges so that even their online group chats had grown quieter with the growing distance and business of their members. She had struggled to form new friendships with her younger classmates as they had already coalesced in solid ensembles over years of frequenting each other and she had spent all but two months of her young life single a fact she attributed to her generous curves that she misinterpreted as disgraceful though many boys would have disagreed had she dared to put the question up to them.

She went for the bed but tripped on a loose angle of carpet which the old house produced plenty and heard it flap and hit itself with a soft lash. Fuck, she muttered, this one is getting bigger. Yet she decided against fixing it and crashed on the bed instead and immediately set to masturbate. She picked a POV blowjob video she knew herself to particularly like and went with her free hand to her pussy but finding the light bothersome she fixed that instead so that only the reduced light of the phone would shine in the room and none of it would reach under the door and make it known she was awake.

Anyone who could have been in the room with her might have questioned the needless amount of discretion she put into pleasuring herself as she was the only soul on this floor of the house. She had established a routine at a young age back when she had felt conflict between the intense addictive pleasure of rubbing herself and the unshakable feeling that her father's innocent little girl was so doing some terrible sin which might get her into trouble. The feeling of wrongness had gone away with repetition but she had only built upon the routine so that today it involved shutting off lights, completely covering herself even in summer and keep religiously silent throughout. She was completely absorbed in the video and rubbing rhythmically in sync with the energic bobbing of the girl's head in the video. The sound of course was muted but her mind resonated with moans she must have heard herself make once as she'd always shied away from such sounds in media. As she felt her orgasm close she put down the phone and with her freed hand grabbed instead a chunk of flesh of the bottom of her left breast and squeezed. Her breathing accelerated and sighs came out until finally she felt her pleasure climax and her fingers wet and she now tugged harder at her teat and heat radiating everywhere so that now the cover came off. It felt good.

She lay at rest for a moment, enjoying the slightly cooler air of the room on her upper body but her hand stayed between her legs the whole time. Turning her head towards the door she noticed a small circle of light on the floor, without being able to see from which source in the room it could have been shining from. She stared perplexed for a while and she grabbed tighter at her crotch in expectation of something unusual which could be trouble, as whatever was emitting that light must have been privy to what had just happened, and her mind in a paranoid state immediately went to that thought. She leaned out of bed so that she could see that dim circle from slightly higher and noticed it had volume, or rather an absence of volume that she had mistaken for the reflection rather than the source of the light. It was a small hole, an interstice in the floorboards which the loose carpet had revealed and gave into the room below.

She slipped out of bed still naked, upper body first in a fashion of laziness which did not reflect her curious state but happened anyway and she reached the hole on all fours and lowered her head to look. It was a careless move of the man who had installed the hanging ceiling lamp of the room below and had drilled deep and in the wrong place so that whoever would be looking up would be blinded by the bulb and not notice or care to take notice of the small hole yet the above observer would be shielded from the light of the bulb by the angle of the bore and gaze thus protected in the room below which was Dad's bedroom.

But when she gazed in the hole and her eye had adjusted to the newly revealed brightness, she froze as the hole gave directly above the left side of her father's bed which was the side on which he slept and where he was currently sitting naked, and grasping at his erect penis from one hand and a magazine in the other. Her mouth opened in shock immediately but she did not move and her gaze went from the top of his head to his member as if she had to make sure that one indeed belonged to the same body as the other and there couldn't have been some fooling trick of perspective. Dad then made the whole situation clearer by laying down on the bed still rubbing the end of his penis just below the head so that his legs were still hanging off of the bed but his face was just out of her view owing to the small diameter of the hole. His chest and abs contracted in effort and with an exhale he ejaculated in a quick but rather large blob on the open page of the magazine. This all happened under a dozen seconds which was the time it took for her to look away but the image of the thick streams of white sperm eructing from her father's dick stayed unshaken in her mind as if it was still happening right there in front of her. She was still on all fours and still on the floor and she had rested her torso on the carpet and stayed there a moment with her eyes closed tightly not finding it in her imagination to picture anything else. She had breathed as fast as her father in his ultimate stretch and was trying to calm down and quiet her breathing. In a decision she would always tell was in hope that the whole thing might have been a dream, she looked quickly once again through the hole to find an empty bed and the magazine on the floor closed and the noise of the shower running. She was still wet from having masturbated so recently and it took unusually long for her to feel dry again.

She could not focus the next day at school. She'd had the fastest breakfast ever and had avoided both talk and eye contact the entire ride to High School. Every pen suddenly evoked her father's penis and her mind ceaselessly made her glimpse the imprint it had left on her retinas in the patterns of paint on the walls. She daydreamed constantly and would suddenly straighten herself in her chair and try to dismiss the thought, yet it creeped back as the professors inevitably bored her. She tried to fight it but couldn't deny it the guilty entertainment of the night's memory in contrast with the drudge her masters seemed to have conspired to create that day. She felt warmth radiating between her legs through the English lesson and it continued through the philosophy lesson and that of mathematics. None of it stuck to memory and instead she kept trying to rationalize what had happened and what she had seen.

That evening when they met at the dinner table she inevitably had to see his face again but strangely the feelings that inhabited her all day did not come back. She felt no shame at all and it seemed to her as the man eating in front of her was completely disassociated from the body which she had witnessed ejaculating on the magazine. She wondered if he always used the one or if he had many.

Did you have a good day at school?

Yeah, I think so. Did you like the movie last night?

It's not exactly Citizen Kane. It was alright.

She had felt intensely the rush and the risk of the question, but her father seemed to think nothing of it. They had a normal evening beyond that. She played on her phone and he watched TV. Then it was time for bed. She saw the bit of carpet she'd put back in place and felt a tingling sensation which she ignored. After turning off the light and setting to masturbate as usual, she scrolled through videos but none felt right and after nearly half an hour of browsing she removed the last boundaries she'd set herself and searched for voyeur and male masturbation videos and rubbed herself to the first three each one bringing her to orgasm so strong a rather large wet spot formed on her bed below the cover and she was awake at 1am. She felt good.

For about two weeks her life continued with an added focus to it until she had seen a decent fraction of the supply and for sure the best of such videos available for free and thus one evening after failing for an hour to reach gratification she stood having to choose one of two options: spend money for tailored content or look further for it than the internet. It's not Dad, she told herself, it's the situation that gets me. She figured her vigorous efforts of masturbation and the videos had made a decent ersatz of the forbidden thoughts of her father laying in self-satisfaction though in truth it had only exacerbated her hunger for it and now in her excited state was convinced that seeing a little more might not hurt either and so she decided against the expense and went to the square of carpet beneath which lied the hole.

She got on all fours and waited trembling with the excitement of the child at play as well as the palpable excitation of her previous attempts at release and when she heard the door of dad's bedroom close she revealed the hole and put her eye to it. He was already taking off his clothes sitting on the bed and she finally allowed herself to take notice of her father's body which was quite lean yet muscular and whose underwear bulged as he must too have had the habit of masturbating before going to bed. Finally he was naked and as if it was a necessary order of things immediately started to take his penis in his hands where it grew to larger proportions than she remembered. At this instant the organ seemed to her like a great powerful thing of awe and she felt as her crotch physically blossoming open in hungry desire. She quickly reached down aiming to give it the attention it so desperately called for but reconsidered and turned quickly shifting between different positions, trying to lay on her side or belly but the necessity of keeping her eye aligned with the hole made the doggy position necessary. Her breast squeezed against the carpet and keeping her breathing low, biting her lips, she reached between her legs and inserted two fingers in the hole there and rubbed in an inviting motion. Her father below would stay near motionless in a posture of focus and she felt the need to mimic this immobility safe for her hand which tended to her burning pussy. She'd never felt this hot. Fluid ran halfway down her thighs and she was in heaven. Her fingers now penetrated in and out of her faster than videos had ever prompted them to and she was fought a loosing battle to quiet all whimpers. A short amount of time elapsed until Dad erupted and the blob of white cum landed on the magazine and soon after he stood up which cued her to finally sit on the floor and rub herself frantically, picturing that moment where the white liquid came out of that throbbing head with force and she felt as if she could smell it though in truth it was only her scent which had taken the room. She came hard on the carpet and it was fortunate Dad had reached and started the shower otherwise he might have heard. She felt much better.

She stopped watching porn after that. Every night she would get on all fours by the hole and watch and if Dad did not deliver a spectacle at every occasion he did so quite often but she would regardless abandon her carefully manufactured rituals and now only masturbated laying her face and torso against the carpet, raising her butt in the air with her legs spread and her hand reaching for the whole of her vagina and rubbing and penetrating with a new kind of energy that lead her to new a new kind of pleasure. She learned that Dad was too a creature of intriguing habits who kept a steady supply of erotic magazines stashed in the nightstand which he would renew often and rarely use more than once since the page would inevitably sponge up his ejaculate except on the evenings he would not masturbate.

The one who would put to the girl that she had in truth violated her father would have shocked her greatly for she soon realized she had too long battled her feelings and now that she had abandoned all mental boundaries their relation actually improved. A renewed adoration sprung deep from her to him and healed the estrangement which teenage troubles had inevitably established between the two souls. The great effect could be physically measured in the increased amount of hugging and general attention which she now supplied and he took notice of it and indeed was earnestly grateful for she mattered to him as much as he to her. He told her a few times how relieved he was that he no longer feared his little girl had been taken away from him by all her recent worries. Then he grew accustomed to the new dynamic and they both settled in that normality she aware and him oblivious to the unspeakable source of the improvement.