The next morning I wondered if I'd made a terrible mistake. I'd had sex with my own dad, and whilst it had felt phenomenal, it was still incredibly wrong. And incredibly illegal. My mind kept replaying what had happened. His hand on my breast. My hand on his cock. His huge daddy cock stretching me out and filling with cum as I splurged all over it.
Without even realizing it, I found my hand between my legs and pulled it away in shame. I jumped out of bed before I could let myself fall into another fantasy and hopped in the shower.
Even as I stood scrubbing myself in the shower I found my mind wandering back to last night, and my pussy filling with heat at the memory. I resisted the urge to pleasure myself and finished washing. I got dressed in a pair of black tights and a T-shirt. I rarely bothered with a bra when I was slumming it around the house, and today I had no intention of going anywhere. I was staying home and figuring out what was going on in my head.
When I got to the kitchen I was surprised to find my dad had not gone to work. He was sitting at the kitchen table, an almost empty cup of coffee in one hand, and a newspaper in the other.
"Morning, Baby Girl," he said, looking up and smiling. He didn't seem at all abashed about last night's activities.
"Morning, Dad," I said meekly as I grabbed a cup and began pouring a coffee for myself. "No work today?" I asked, as I grabbed a slice of bread and dropped it into the toaster. I looked out the window and saw Mr. Baxter watering his garden next door. He looked over at me and waved.
"No, I thought I'd stay home," Dad said. He stood up and I heard him approaching me. "You know, I've always wanted to tell you what a magnificent ass you've got, Baby."
I felt my skin begin to heat up as my dad's hands traveled down my back and cupped my ass. I felt my nipples harden as he squeezed me and then gripped my hips, pulling me into him. I felt his hardness against my rear and squirmed.
"You like that, don't you, Angel?" he whispered in my ear, his voice deep and sensual.
"Daddy, Mr. Baxter is right there," I said in a hushed tone. All our neighbor had to do was look over and he'd see us.
"I know." Dad wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tighter, his hands sliding up to cup and massage my breasts through my t-shirt.
My sex quivered and I let out a moan. I felt myself melting in his arms and my head swam with pleasure. I turned around and looked up into his eyes. He smiled, leaned down, and kissed me softly, his tongue exploring my mouth and causing my heart to race.
"I bet Mr. Baxter would be jealous," he said. Then he grabbed my waist and lifted me, dropping me on the kitchen top. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since last night." He grabbed my tights and yanked them straight down my legs, pulling them off in one clean motion, before tossing them over his shoulders. His strength was a turn-on I hadn't been expecting.
