I know I should focus and listen carefully, but it is the same damn thing every week. He doesn't do anything I ask him to do.
Oh well, it's his $,1000 for an hour.
I drifted off while my patient droned on and on about his mother's diet problems.
Last night's vivid dream haunting me again this morning. Like I tell my patient's, replay it their mind looking for the commonalities with other dreams.
Take notes if you can when you wake up so that we can review.
I dare not take notes on my dreams especially the last few nights...
*
Fighting again. This is the third night this week.
They scream at each other. Disagreeing on the same thing. Neither one moving from their position.
I don't understand why they remarried.
Especially when she found out he was caught fucking a bunch of teen girls in in an orgy that included his stepdaughter.
Dad says he is bored with their sex life. He wants to do other things.
He rattled off his list. Mom would responds with no's never saying yes to anything on the list.
Because of the screaming by Mom, I couldn't hear clearly what was on his list.
Maybe five or six demands on the list?
If they fight again, I will record it to see if I could assemble the entire list.
I did make out 'blowjob' and 'threesome'.
The door was opening, last shout from Dad, 'Fine, I will sleep on the couch.'
I scurried down the hall back to my room.
I peaked out of my door.
He slammed their bedroom door.
He was carrying a pillow and blanket.
Oh my god, he was naked.
Or so I thought.
He turned sideways to throw the pillow and blanket down to the first floor.
A string on his hip.
He turned towards me.
A thong, a white thong was all he had on.
Clearly he was ready for Mom if she said yes to anything.
Fuck!
He pulled his thong down, his cock there, right there.
Never seen one so big on porn videos.
He re-arranged his package, pulled it back up and stuffed that huge thing into the tiny thong.
My hand inside my panties, the other squeezing a breast.
Dad turned to walk to the staircase.
The thong string across the back, resting above the prominent, muscular cheeks.
The string between his cheeks buried out of sight.
Damn!
A finger now inside my pussy, while I squeezed and pulled on my nipples.
Suddenly, I realized what I was doing and retracted my hands.
I thought, 'What am I doing? He is my Dad!'
He made it downstairs.
The couch was too small for his long frame. His legs hung over one side.
I inherited my sister's room. She and her husband lived with us until they had money to buy their own place.
They left the king size bed which was just fine with me.
Maybe I should offer it to Dad and I will sleep on the couch.
Or maybe...
I should change out of my tiny white panties, cut-off t-shirt barely covering my breasts before I talk to him.
Very comfortable to sleep in. But not a good choice to wear in bed with Dad.... or is it?
Fuck that! He is wearing a thong! I will look fully dressed in comparison.
I won't change. Nothing is going to happen nor should there be.
Just exciting to think about his big package.
Walking down the stairs, I had second thoughts.
Bouncing down the stairs, my breasts snuck out the bottom of my t-shirt.
I pulled my shirt back down when I reached the bottom of the stairs.
Dad was still working to get comfortable.
Fitting the huge frame on the small couch was not going to work.
'Daddy.'
Moving to a sitting position, he looked at me.
A big smile spread across his handsome face.
'Brennan. Oh my god, is that what you wear to bed?'
He spread his legs, the tiny white thong bulging with his large cock.
I could see the outline of the head.
'Yes.'
Purposefully, he placed his hands on the inside of his thighs, drawing my attention to the bulge.
'What can I do for you?' he asked.
He looked down at his bulge.
I could plainly see the outline of most of his cock..
Tingling all over.
I made my mind up. I want to see it. That's all. no more.
I was shocked to see him rub his cock then pulled the thong down a little bit, creating room for his growing erection.
'Daddy, you look uncomfortable. Would you like to sleep with me in my bed?'
That didn't come out right.
But maybe it did.
Seeing it in my bed would be a forever memory every time I was in bed.
He was wide-eyed and grinning ear to ear playing with his thong again.
I wish he would stop that.
Just a thought...
Would he be willing to do with me what he did with his stepdaughter?
Maybe...
He stood up and walked towards me.
'Honey, I would love to sleep with you. Let's go.'
I didn't get a chance to rephrase. Fuck it, it doesn't matter.
He took my hand and led the way back to my room.
He let me in first, then closed the door and locked it.
I sat on the edge of the bed. He stood right in front of me. His tiny thong right at eye level.
I felt my nipples hardening, poking out against my t-shirt.
'Daddy, to be clear. I am willing to let you sleep in my bed while I sleep on the couch.'
'Oh, OK. But this bed is big enough for both of us. No need for you to sleep on the couch. Wouldn't you agree?'
'Well yes, but it is not right for us to sleep in the same bed.'
'Who says that? I don't understand.' he said.
'It is just an acceptable norm. The optics of a grown daughter in the same bed with her Dad, gives the impression that it is sexual.'
'Brennan, are you still a virgin?'
What????
'Daddy, what does that have to do with anything?'
'A virgin should have her first sexual relationship with someone she trusts, someone she loves, someone who has given her anything she asked for.'
I just nodded. Like me.
Have no idea where this is going.
'The sexual partner should be gentle, starting slow. Like maybe mutual masturbation, moving onto oral sex and eventually sexual intercourse. Always making sure his daughter, I mean his virgin partner is comfortable with anything they are doing.'
Can't believe what I am hearing. Is he describing how we would have sex? How he would take my virginity?
Of course he is. In that girl scout orgy he was in, three maybe four were virgins.
One of the girls, I think her name was Caroline, testified in the divorce. She said she loved losing her virginity to him. She said every girl should.
The courtroom broke out in laughter.
Dad kept talking.
'He should let her touch his penis, help him achieve an erection, let her feel how long and thick his hard penis feels like.'
I wish he would stop talking that way.
'Then, when she is comfortable, take his big erection in her mouth. Let her practice moving up and down on it, seeing how much she can take in, seeing whether she can bring Daddy, I mean partner, to an orgasm with her lips and tongue.'
I wanted to touch my pussy. I sat on my hands.
I want him to stop, but my bad voice begging to keep going, pull his thong down, take it in your mouth, do what he just described to him.
That's a problem as I have never had a cock in my mouth.
Have to stop this.
'Daddy, fine, I will sleep with you.'
Another bad choice of words. I meant nobody has to take the couch. Not have sex with him.
'I am ready for bed, I will take the left side,'' I declared.
He looked disappointed. He was revved up with his own talk.
'OK, I need to pee' was his reply.
He left the door open. He pulled up the lid and let his thong drop to the floor.
He was hard, he worked at getting the pee going by stroking it.
Fuck!
Something about seeing the stream of pee aroused me. It was pee not cum I said to myself.
I rolled onto my back. I didn't want to see anymore, but I couldn't resist, back to my side.
He was done, he shook his cock.
He didn't pull the thong up. He kicked it out of the way.
Jeez, is he going to sleep naked?
'Brennan, in case you are wondering, I sleep naked. You are OK with that, right?'
I nodded.
Right then and there, I should have moved to the couch.
Dangerous territory I was entering.
He slipped under the sheets, lying on his back. His erection making a sizable tent.
I bet I will not be able to sleep, on guard the whole night.
'Can you give your Daddy a hug and goodnight kiss?'
Before I could answer, he rolled me over to be face to face with him.
He was wearing my favorite cologne, I love that smell on him.
Before I knew it, he pulled me in closer, my breasts smashed against his chest.
He fed his erection between my legs, up against my white panties.
I felt the hardness of his erection pushing up against my labia.
The cloth the only thing separating Daddy's cock from my virgin pussy..
'Come on, kiss your Daddy.'
He was so close, my only option was on his lips. Lightly, I kissed him.
Daddy had other ideas. He kissed me back hard, pushing on my lips.
His tongue trying to enter my mouth.
I was aroused, I kissed him back with passion. He separated a little, allowing space for his hand to slip under my shirt to touch my breasts.
Fuck it. That felt good.
'Wait a minute Daddy.'
I took off my t-shirt then dropped my panties down and off.
Back to our position. Our mouths wide open, tongues dancing around.
Daddy squeezing my breasts.
I took his erection in hand to stroke it while we kissed.
Maybe I can get him to cum, then we will stop, I will stop.
Then, he moved his hand off my breasts, down between my legs, squeezing my pussy lips together.
He slipped in a finger, moving it around, up and down then in and out.
I needed more. But not more fingers.
'Daddy, I want the real thing. Give it to me. I am ready. It is what I want. It is OK.'
He moved me on my back, spread my legs, and moved to straddling my breasts. He positioned his cock close to my mouth.
The head seemed enormous. It took up so much of my vision.
'Take it Brennan. Get it wet for Daddy.'
He moved forward, his cock slipped into my open mouth. I closed around it.
'That's my baby, suck Daddy's cock.'
I remembered his earlier rambling about how to do it.
I did it, moving up and down on it.
'Yeah baby, that's good, it feels wet.'
He retreated between my legs. I looked down, his huge cock gleaming with my saliva.
Holding it up with one hand, I thought how will that fit in me? Maybe it won't.
He placed his hand on my clit, gently massaging it.
'Oh god. oh god, Daddy I am ready. Come on.'
He tapped the cock head on my pussy, then pushed it lengthwise between my labia.
