Daddys Cum Pt 01

***RACHEL'S POV***

Shane rolled off of me with a satisfied sigh.

"Do you wanna watch a show before you go home?"

I agreed and cuddled up to him, happy to be with him. Somewhat. I do care about him. I love spending time with his family, which we do often. He makes me smile, which says something.

Of course, he had his drawbacks. The biggest one, would be the sex. Sometimes I cum for him. More often than not, though, I find myself unsatisfied and disappointed. Tonight was one of those times. I find myself anticipating the sex, always thinking tonight would be the night. Tonight would be the night that he makes me scream and whimper, but it has never happened. While we watch our show, I'm laying in his arms thinking about how much I love being held; but I also think about how it would be much better if he had made me cum. Thank God he couldn't see through my pretending to orgasm- I didn't want him to feel bad. Eventually, our show ends, and I get dressed. He smiles at me, and I find myself smiling back at him.

I pull into our driveway, carefully to be quite as I enter the house. I don't want to wake anyone, especially my mother. It was late, so she was probably be asleep; it was too early for me to be home. I was about to make my way up the stairs, when I could hear a noise coming from my father's study. He often locks himself in his study at night, for some quiet so he could get work done. He works from home, but he always seemed to have work to do at night. My mom complains often that he is always locked in his study.

I was surprised to see the door slightly open, as he liked to be alone when he worked. He probably thought he had another hour or so until I came home, and I usually went straight to my room as to not bother him. I saw him sitting at his desk illuminated by the computer screen. I was about to say hello, but then as I walked closer, noises I was hearing made me freeze.

"Oh, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your daughter's tight, little pussy!"

My eyes went wide. My father was watching porn and not just any porn. He was watching porn about a daughter being fucked by her father. My curiosity got the better of me, and I crept a little closer. My father was staring intently at the screen, and his hand was furiously making a back and forth motion under his desk. It wasn't hard to guess, he was jacking himself off. With the way he was pumping away, I could tell he was close.

"Oh, Rachel! Be a good girl and swallow my cock!" He was a moaning mess and even threw his head back. He let out a final grunt and his hand slowed and eventually stilled completely. I quietly backed away and made my way up the stairs and into my room.

I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, strangely calm, possibly in shock, and then it all hit me.

Holy shit. I just saw my dad jacking off to daddy/daughter porn!

I tried to rationalize that people had all kinds of kinks, and it didn't mean he wanted to actually fuck his daughter. Maybe I could have convinced myself of this, but I couldn't ignore what he said. He said my name. He came, moaning my name. He told me to swallow his cock. I couldn't ignore this.

I couldn't help but wonder about the things I couldn't see. Was his cock big? How much did he cum? Most importantly, how long had he been masturbating to thoughts of me? Something else I couldn't ignore was happening, The silky, blue panties I wore were wet, soaked even. I was turned on, thinking about my father jerking off. What does this mean? Do I want my father? I didn't think so, but then again, my pussy was wet. I had never thought of him in that way before.

All of these thoughts swirled around in my head, over and over again. I desperately wanted to fall asleep and forget about this, but even more desperately, I wanted to rub my pussy.

I can't do that. It would be wrong to get myself off, thinking about my father. But then again, he did rub his cock thinking of me.

That justification was enough to startle me.

This is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

After that thought, I tried to force myself to think of something else, anything else. I don't know how or when, but at some point I fell asleep.

That morning, I woke up strangely rejuvenated. I found myself excited to see my father. When I realized this, I tried to push the idea away.

I began my morning routine, quickly stripping out of my clothes to take a shower. I had fallen asleep in my silky panties, and looking at them on the floor, they were still soaked and warm from sleeping in them and fantasizing about my dad all night, even though I hadn't given into the urge to masturbate. After my shower, I took a look in the mirror. I guess I could understand why he was attracted to me. I had always been curvy, definitely not skinny. I was a little over five foot with an hourglass figure. I had a still somewhat flat tummy from running track throughout high school. Since graduating, I haven't really been working out. I have gotten a lot softer, but more womanly. I had a round ass and perky, decent sized titts. My bouncy brown curls frame my heart-shaped face in a pretty way. I mean, a lot of men have wanted me before. Shane certainly did.

Shit!

I had totally forgotten about Shane! Here I was, thinking about my dad being attracted to me, while I had a boyfriend!

But he can barely get me off, anyway. I thought with a grumble.

In the morning light, it was hard to ignore the growing sexual thoughts and feelings I was having about my father. All throughout my shower, I fought against playing with myself at the thought of him. Why did I have to make this discovery? I had been perfectly normal. He had been perfectly normal, at least to my knowledge. But had there been signs that I had been missing? Had he been wanting me for a long time, and I just hadn't noticed it? With that thought, I decided to experiment a little bit. There was no harm in that, right?

Getting dressed, I pulled on a tight tank top, deciding to skip a bra today. I grabbed some yoga shorts. Emphasis on the short. The only thing somewhat out of the ordinary was the lack of bra, which I rarely did; I wasn't really brave enough to wear anything more revealing. There was still a little bit of doubt in my head, despite the evidence. I found myself actually hoping that I would find more evidence that he wanted me.

I tried to be casual, going down the stairs. I had no fear of my mom being there as she left for a conference this morning. This was the perfect time to figure out if my dad really wanted me, and if he did, how much he wanted me. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, I found my dad at the stove making pancakes. He had a T-shirt and grey sweatpants on like usual. I couldn't help but notice that he did have some definition in his shoulders and back, though I had never noticed before.

When he turns around, will I see the outline of his cock in his sweatpants? My nipples tightened at the thought, peaking in my tank top. Grey sweatpants were notorious on the internet for hinting at a man's package.

I let out a loud yawn, making him turn around.

"Good morning, Sweetheart! How'd you sleep?" He asked me smiling.

"I slept pretty well. How did you sleep, Daddy?" I said with a small smile. His eyes widened for a moment; I haven't called him Daddy since I was a kid.

I dramatically stretched my arms over my head, pushing my titts out. I noticed his eyes drift down to them, surely noticing my nipples through my braless tank top. He swiftly looked away, back to my face, but his face was a little flush.

"Um. I slept well, Kiddo. Breakfast is about ready. Go ahead and sit down." He turned back to the stove, flipping pancakes and adding them to the stack. He then turned off the stove, but a few pancakes on two plates and made his way around the kitchen island toward me. His eyes stayed firmly on the floor, avoiding my titts, I think. While he was looking away, I took this moment to check out his sweatpants. Sure enough, there was a large outline. I instinctively licked my lips. He had to be big.

Bigger than Shane.

With that thought, I looked at the butter, syrup, and orange juice already on the table. He placed the plates onto the table and then sat himself in his seat. We took turns putting butter and syrup onto our pancakes, while I planned my next little experiment.

"What are you planning on doing today, baby?" I began to cut my pancakes with my fork and made sure to dip them in a large pool of syrup for good measure, ready for my next test. I brought the fork to my lips, and sure enough, a string of syrup landed on my tits.

"Nothing really. I'll probably go to Shane's for a while."

"Okay, well today's laundry day. Make sure to put get your dirty clothes together for me." As he said this, his eyes slid down to my titts. He couldn't avoid them for long. He then zeroed in on the syrup, dripping down my pushed up titts.

"Um. Baby, you've got some syrup on your... uh..." He seemed reluctant to say "titts" or "breasts" or anything along those lines. I decided to play oblivious.

"Where, Daddy?" I asked, deciding to use that term of endearment again.

"On your, uh, chest."

I looked down, feigning surprise when I saw the syrup. I scooped the syrup up with my finger, brought it to my mouth, and looked up into his eyes as I slowly sucked it off of my finger. He swallowed hard and looked away for a moment.

"Thank you, Daddy! I sure can make a mess sometimes." I cheerfully exclaimed and continued eating my breakfast like nothing had happened.

Throughout our meal, I noticed him glance at my nipples often as we talked. He often had this hungry look in his eyes and a clenched jaw.

Seriously, how had I missed this? This wasn't the first time I went downstairs without a bra, though I didn't do it every day.

We finished our meal and both stood up to go to the sink and put our dishes in the dishwasher. Halfway there, I accidentally dropped my fork. I bent at the waist, right in front of him, effectively pushing my ass into his crotch. I was pleased to find that it was slightly hard. My pussy was throbbing at the feel of him; I popped back up and placed my dishes in the dishwasher and declared that I was going upstairs to my room.

Once in my room, I quickly shot a text to Shane. I was so horny, I needed for Shane to fuck me. I could have masturbated, but I wanted a cock inside of me. My phone quickly pinged, and Shane let me know that I could come over any time I wanted. I was so desperate, I decided to go there as soon as I put all my dirty laundry in the bin and speed to Shane's. As I went around my room, picking up clothes, I came to my bathroom. On the floor, were the wet silky panties.

I suddenly remembered my friend telling me that her boyfriend liked to keep her wet panties after sex and get off with them when she was gone. A wicked idea came to mind as I thought about this. I picked up the panties, brought them to the basket, only to drop them a foot away from it. With the rest of my laundry in it, I practically ran out the door with a smirk on my face.

***TOM'S POV***

I heard the front door slam shut as I sat at the kitchen table with my head in my hands, plagued by thoughts of my daughter. I was ashamed to know that I thought of her sexually. During breakfast, when she sucked the syrup off of her breast, my cock instantly got half hard at the sight. It took all the effort I had to keep my eyes off of her titts, but of course I failed at that.

God, what is wrong with me?

I tried to distract myself from my shameful thoughts, deciding that doing some laundry would help. My wife hated laundry, so I assumed the task of doing laundry. I didn't mind. I was home all day, anyway. It was better for me to do laundry as my wife took forever to do laundry. I always got it done before anyone got home that day, but my wife took damn near a week to get it done. It was practically laundry day when she finished the laundry from the week before, so she complained all the time that she could never get a break.

I walked up the stairs, going to Rachel's room first. I picked up her laundry basket to start the mundane task that is laundry. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something on the ground. Putting down the laundry basket, I picked up the garment on the floor. My eyes widened at the sight.

Panties. Silky. Blue. Wet. Panties.

I don't know what possessed me to do it, but before I knew it, I was pulling them up to my face. All I knew was that I needed to smell them. I needed to know what her pussy smelled like. And God was it perfect. Her juice smelled like a woman should, though a little sweet. Maybe because she is so young? But fuck, I was instantly hard. I knew what I needed to do next. I needed to know if it tasted as good as it smelled.

I justified it, thinking "I've already come this far."

I licked the cream from the crotch of her panties until there was no more- rubbing my cock through my sweatpants as I did it. When all her cream was gone, I felt a wave of disappointment and dissatisfaction. I needed more. I needed more of her pussy cream, but mostly- I needed to cum. For a moment I considered going back to my room and jacking off, but I quickly dismissed this. I was left without any more pussy juice, I had the right to a dirty jack session in her room. Of course, I was going to do it using her wet panties.

I pulled up the chair at her desk and sat down. After pulling out my cock, I wrapped her panties around it. The silky material felt amazing as I rubbed it up and down my shaft. I felt like a teenage boy, because I knew I wasn't going to last long. Knowing that the panties belonged to my daughter was the most thrilling and arousing thing I have ever felt in my life.

About five minutes later, I knew I had only moments to cum. For some reason, I wanted to cum on the crotch of her panties- replacing her cream with mine. I couldn't last any longer with that thought, so I brought the crotch to the tip of my dick and let go. A huge stream of cum burst from my cock and felt as if the following spurts were going on forever.

As I came down from my high, I instantly felt guilty. Surprisingly, it wasn't an overwhelming amount of guilt. My lust for Rachel overpowered the guilt easily. The only thing to do now was put my dick away and do the laundry, only- I didn't want to wash away the huge wad of cum on her panties. I had to eventually, right? I was torn. I only had a few options. I could do her laundry like I normally do, leaving her to put her clothes away. I never really had a close up experience with them before, but now that I had, could I erase the proof away? No, I didn't think so. I could leave her panties, pretending I had missed them. Only the wad of cum completely overpowered the small amount of cream that was there originally. She would notice. I could keep her panties and jack off with them later. That was really the best option. After all, how likely is it that she would notice one pair of panties were gone? She had a huge collection of clothes.

The choice was obvious. I would keep her panties.

I brought the panties downstairs and put them in the drawer of my desk. Nobody ever came into my office, and I jacked off down there most nights anyway. It was the perfect spot. I guess all that was left was to do the laundry and pretend nothing ever happened- until I used her panties to get off later tonight that is.

***RACHEL'S POV***

Shane rolled off of me with a sigh; both of us staring at the ceiling. We both felt guilty, for different reasons.

I felt guilty because I had been bored during the sex.

I had practically jumped on Shane the minute we came into his room. I needed a cock inside of me so badly- I couldn't wait. I was soaked before I even got to his house, no foreplay needed. Shane was already hard by the time I pulled our clothes off. I think it was because he thought I was desperate for him. Seeing me all wound up excited him.

I had begun by riding him, but I was disappointed when he entered me. Shane had an average sized dick. It was nothing to brag about, but it wasn't terrible either. However, when he was inside of me, I felt nothing but embarrassment for him. I couldn't help but compare his penis to my dad's dick. I had only seen my dad's dick through his sweatpants, and I knew that Shane had nothing on him.

I tried, honestly. I tried my best to cum for him. I flipped us around so that he was on top of me. I know people complain about missionary, but I love it. He smiled at me, so I kissed him so I wouldn't have to fake a smile back. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my dad on top of me, fucking me. Only, I couldn't. I couldn't erase the feeling of Shane's skinny body rubbing against me or his unsatisfying penis inside me. The sad truth was evident. Shane was a boy. He is twenty-three years old but still a boy. My father is a man. Thick. Hard. Husky. Shane was nothing in comparison.

Shane shuddered on top of me and stopped thrusting. I knew he was cumming into the condom, but I didn't even pretend I was cumming with him. I just laid there. Quiet.

Shane felt guilty, because he didn't make me cum. He didn't know how many orgasms I had faked and thought this was the first time. Only it wasn't. This was just the first time I blatantly showed how bored I was.

"Do you, uh, want me to go down on you?" He sounded unsure and was unable to face me.

"No." It was absolute. There was no room for convincing. I didn't want him near my pussy, and he could tell. I sighed, rolled out of bed and began getting dressed.

"You don't want to watch our show?" The desperation in his voice was clear as day.

"I'm going home."