Daddy Time
[This story follows on from Mum's Day Out. Jean and her father have found they have more time alone on weekends now her mother and a neighbour go shopping, but mostly to meet two men for sex. Jean, whom her father calls Pet, discusses various topics with daddy, where sex is usually foremost in her mind. She knows what her mother is doing and what her dad is missing in his marriage, so she is trying to fill that gap in his lonely life.]
I heard some voices outside and recognised them as Mum and Irene talking. I was awake enough to pull the bedcovers off my face. Irene is our neighbour and Mum's best friend. I realised that it was late, the sun was shining into my bedroom.
I didn't get home until very late last night, as I was at a meeting at the university. I am a member of the Students' Community Council, a group of students working on projects to assist the community. It is more commonly known as the SCC. We hold meetings four times a year.
After each meeting there is a meal and, of course, drinks. When I arrived home, my parents were asleep and I may have had a drink too many, which is why I was still in bed now.
I heard Mum and Irene drive off as they do most Saturday mornings, either to go swimming or shopping at the big shopping centre in a nearby town. I started to think back about the evening and all that happened. I know that Professor Arnold offered to drive me and three others home. He is a non-drinker, and a kind man.
As I lay there, thinking, I had a strange feeling that I was being watched. I turned my head to see if anybody was there. "Hello daddy, what are you doing in my room," I asked, in a slightly startled tone.
"Good morning, Pet, I just wanted to know you are all right. You were home late last night. I heard a car outside and your voice, quite late," he told me.
"Sorry daddy, I tried to be quiet," I replied.
"It's all right. Mum and I worry about you ... and we probably always will, that's what parents do."
"Oh Daddy, you don't have to worry, I'm a big girl now, but I do like to know that you both care about me," I told him.
I focussed on daddy and realised he was wearing only his bed shorts. I also noticed a bulge at the front. "Oh daddy, look at that bulge, does that mean you love me?" I smiled at him, but I could clearly see I had embarrassed him with my question, so I told him, "It's all right, you did say you cared about me, but I didn't know it was that much. I love you too daddy," I admitted truthfully.
"Mum went out with Irene a while ago, so I was wondering if I could get into your bed with you so we could chat. You know, like we did on that hot day, but with the covers on this time, it is not that hot now," he explained in unnecessary detail.
"OK. That would be nice, I have nothing planned. But first I need to pee. I think I drank too much last night, so I will run to the bathroom and you can get into my bed and wait for me," I told him. I hurried to the bathroom. I know daddy would have seen me wearing my cotton T-shirt and the cotton briefs. I think he would be pleased with that image.
As I sat down to pee, I wondered what mum and Irene were doing now; did they go shopping or swimming, or will they be with Ian and Chris again. Either way, I get to be with daddy. I win! When I finished, I took a few seconds to freshen up my lower region for daddy and add splashes of fresh scent on my body. I wondered if he will notice I had trimmed the rough curly ends of my pubic hair. I won't tell him, but I did it for him after our last wonderful time together.
When I returned to my bedroom, dad was sitting on the bed waiting for me.
"Why didn't you get into the bed to keep warm?" I asked him. He answered,
"I wanted you to be in bed when I got in beside you. I think it would be a nicer approach."
"OK. Now I am in bed, you come in too." As I spoke, I held the covers up in a gesture of welcome. I was hoping my girly facial expression told the story. I watched as he slipped in and made himself comfortable lying on his back. I let the covers fall over us and reached my arm across his manly chest and whispered in his ear, "Do you have any plans about what we will talk about?"
Without looking at me he said, "Mostly, I just wanted to be with you. The house is so quiet now."
I kissed him softly on the cheek and told him I loved him. For a while he was silent and neither of us moved. "What was the function about last night?" he asked, still looking up at the ceiling. I was now looking at his face and said it was our SCC meeting and that it ends with a dinner and plenty of liquid refreshment. Silence resumed.
Shortly after, I felt his hand move down my belly and his fingers slipped into my cotton undies and his finger touched my clit. "You're are a very naughty daddy, aren't you?" It was a rhetorical question.
"I have to confess that I have enjoyed our times together and I was hoping your mother would go out with Irene today, so I could be with you," he told me.
"I suppose that explains the erection I saw earlier, doesn't it?" I suggested.
"Probably, but I am embarrassed my feelings showed so much. It seemed to suggest that I had evil intentions."
I kissed him with a lingering kiss on the cheek and asked him in a soft sensuous voice, "Would you like me to remedy that for you, and it will please you at the same time. You know I can." He nodded. I moved down the bed and pulled his shorts down over his knees then off him. He offered no resistance. I had the sensation of doing something really bad; there is something sensuous about having sex under the covers. Not like those times when we were uncovered on those hot days.
I positioned myself, I could feel his hardness. I stroked it a few times to make it very rigid and put my mouth over the tip. My tongue was licking up and down the underside of it, my lips gently pulling at his foreskin, while my thumb and forefinger were making gentle squeezes on its base. I wanted to see if I could get the full length of his cock in my mouth without gagging. After a few tries I did, and I felt daddy's legs quiver as I reached that point when my deep sucking on his penis started.
There was soft moaning coming from him, he squirmed a little to give me more space. His legs stiffened, he called out, "Oh god, I'm going to cum!" and then I felt the blast of his hot custard right at the back of my throat. It tasted slightly salty, with a strong hint of man. So that's what babies are made from, I thought, as I waited until his cock pulses stopped. I swallowed what was left in my mouth and licked the tip of his cock clean. So that is what my daddy tastes like. I then wondered if mum had tasted daddy's cum, or is it only me. I smiled inwardly; I really hoped I was the only one.
I came up to the top of the bed for air and saw the look on daddy's face. "Geez Pet, I tried to warn you I was coming, but you kept going," he said as if he had done something wrong.
