From the Author:
All the characters in this story are fictional and do not intentionally represent any persons living or dead. All characters in this story, though fictional, are at least 18 years old.
The incest/taboo categorization of this story refers to a daddy/daughter relationship. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it, rate it, or comment on it.
"Hey Honey," my mother greeted me as I walked into the living room.
"Hey Mom," I replied as I sat down on the couch to watch TV with my parents, as usual, that time wearing a short blue skirt and a matching blue halter top. They contrasted sexily with my tanned skin and blonde hair.
"Doesn't your daughter look pretty?" she asked.
Dad looked at me. With Mom behind him and unable to see his face, he gave me a big smile and said, "Yes, very pretty."
"How's the job hunt going, Abby?" my mother asked, following up her comment with a criticism. She knew damn well that I had not found a job yet.
"Shitty," I said, just to annoy her.
"Language!"
"She's eighteen," Dad piped up, defending me. "She just graduated. Give her a minute or two to find a job."
Mom's eyes grew wide at that, and she said, "You're okay with her living here for another eighteen years?"
Dad glanced at me and involuntarily smirked. Then he looked back at her and said, "If she wants to; sure!"
"Seriously?" Mom continued. "She needs to get a job and get out on her own."
Dad paused for a second and then said softly but firmly, "No she doesn't."
I had grown closer to my dad than I had ever been with my mom; especially in the last three months; especially since the night I had snuck into his bed. Though I had threatened him and still had the upper hand, after an adjustment period, he was okay with that. He trusted me. He knew that I loved him unconditionally, so he gave me that control freely.
Mom shook her head in exasperation and defeat. Just has I controlled Dad, he controlled her. Well, not in the exact same way, but, when Dad made a decision, Mom always, eventually, acquiesced.
Dad pressed play on the remote, ending the discussion as the television flared to life and sound filled the room.
We watched and snacked as usual until Mom's phone alarm sounded off. She tapped it into silence and placed it aside, continuing to watch the show which was nearing its climax.
After several minutes the show ended.
"That was good," Mom said. "Well," she said standing up, "early day tomorrow; as usual."
"Good night, Mom," I said, trying not to sound excited and just be as casual as possible. It had been a few days since I had been alone with Daddy and was anxious to play with him.
"Good night, Abby," she said as she left the room.
Once she was safely down the hall I asked, "She doesn't suspect anything?"
"I don't think so."
I thought about that as he pulled up the show we had been watching. Neither of us liked it, so it wasn't too distracting to us. We needed the sound of the show to make it appear that we were just watching.
"Do you want me to pretend to fall asleep?" I asked. Sometimes Daddy liked that. I would lay down on his lap for the first hour and he would 'secretly' fuck my mouth. Sometimes he didn't care and was just horny, so I always asked.
He shook his head and smiled at me as he reached down to his pajama bottoms. Dad wore a thin tee shirt and thick pajama bottoms. They were warm and had a large opening in the front. He released the button, reached into the opening, cupped his crotch, and boldly pulled out his cock and balls.
I gasped with delight at the sight. He was already hard for me. "Oh Daddy; your cock is beautiful."
We usually waited a little while before we started but with it being Sunday night, we had not played together in several days.
I laid down on the couch, rested my head on his thigh, facing him, and, using a light touch with my fingers, traced up and down its length. It was tremendous; the longest and thickest cock I had ever touched. I never wanted another. I only wanted my Daddy's prick. I had zero interest in anyone else.
"Yeah? You like that, Abby?" he asked.
"Mhm," I agreed as I wrapped my fingers around it, just below the neck, feeling the warmth and hardness of it.
"You see how hard you make me, Sweetheart?"
"Yes Daddy," I said slowly and sexily. I knew he loved when I called him 'Daddy'; I did too.
He reached down, running his left hand across my body. He cupped my boobies through my t-shirt for a moment before venturing farther and slipping his hand between my thighs. I was turned toward the back of the couch, toward him, and, as I bent my right leg and lifted it from the couch, he had full access to my dripping snatch.
I really wanted to fuck him, but we never did that while Mom was in the house, so mutual masturbation and a blowjob was all we had ever done in the living room. I didn't expect this encounter to be any different. Though, I would have loved to just sit on his hard rod and ride it until he filled me up.
I slowly stroked his dick, feeling how hard it was for me. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Abby," he groaned.
I released his cock and wrapped my hand tightly around his balls, pulling them up. I ran my tongue across them. He kept them shaved and I only felt an occasional bristle. I slathered his warm balls with my saliva, loving their salty flavor on my tongue. "Your balls are so full, Daddy. I think I need to drain them, don't you?"
"Mhm," he sighed, relaxing under my ministrations and letting me take it at my own pace. His fingers played gently against my crotch.
I decided that my pleasure could wait, so I told him, "You just relax, Daddy. Let me take care of you." With that, I rolled back, my ass to the couch, facing the TV, so I could get a better angle on what I was doing.
Daddy took his hand away, put them behind his head, and did as instructed. "Yes, Ma'am," he replied with a chuckle.
I licked in circles around his balls before pushing my lips out and sucking at them. I licked my tongue up the underside of his cock. Then, lifting his rod with my hands, I bathed the other side with my tongue.
"You take such good care of me, Abby."
I smiled inwardly at that, proud of myself that I could make him so happy. I then took him deep into my mouth with long slow strokes, massaging his balls with my hand as I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft. He filled my mouth and I loved the meaty taste of him.
"Mmm," he groaned with pleasure.
I pulled his cock out and slapped it against my cheek, loving how heavy it was; full of excitement for me. I sucked him down again, this time deeper, the head tapping the back of my throat.
"That's it," he moaned.
I dropped my hand to his thigh and lined my head up with his cock straight down and began vigorously bobbing up and down on him. I pressed low, forcing him into my throat. I cupped his balls and drove my head down, swallowing hard, until my lips reached the bottom of his long stiff shaft.
"Mmm," he groaned loudly.
I had to pull off for a second to catch my breath before I dropped back down, taking him deep, twisting my head back and forth on each stroke. I pulled off and ran my lips up and down each side, and then back on, swallowing him down my throat again.
"You are amazing," he breathed.
Encouraged I gripped his balls and bobbed up and down on his dick faster and faster. I did this for several minutes, stroking and sucking hard at his prick, driving him deep into my throat and fucking it there for as long as I could stand it.
"Oh god," he groaned, "how did I get so lucky?"
I lifted off and stroked him vigorously with my fist and said, "You stuck your dick in my mouth when you thought I was asleep and I didn't get mad. You are very lucky." Without waiting for a response I sucked at his balls again.
"Shit, that was dumb," he agreed.
"Dumb luck," I muttered, before sucking his prick back into my mouth. I stroked the base of his dick with my fist and the top of his dick with my lips. He was close.
"Ooh," he groaned as he came.
The first jet of cum blasted from his cock into my mouth, bathing my tongue and cheek with its delicious flavor. "Mmm," I moaned in appreciation, as the second squirt doubled the amount in my mouth.
"Is my phone down here," Mom asked.
My eyes flew open as I gulped down Daddy's cum. As the third blast of cum coated my tongue everything seemed to move in slow motion. I had nothing to cover my dad's cock with and she was a split second from rounding the corner and seeing me, so I did the only thing that I could think of. I pressed my head forward, swallowed his dick deep into my mouth and down my throat, hoping no more cum would leak into my throat and make me cough. I used my hand to push his balls down into his bottoms. I then cupped my hand over both my mouth and the opening, making sure my fingers were closed and trying to make it look as natural as possible. Finally, as I saw her foot come into view, I closed my eyes and completely relaxed.
"What?" Dad asked weakly, his voice shaky but trying not to let on to his wife that he was currently coming down his daughter's throat.
"My phone? Aw, look at our little angel. Did she go to sleep already? It's only been maybe thirty minutes," she said.
As I felt the cum that I hadn't swallowed trying to work its way out, I held my lips tight to his pulsating rod. I hoped that she wouldn't try to wake me up. There would have been no way for me to move my hand or my head without giving away that Daddy's prick was out.
"I think she got bored with the show," Dad said, thinking quickly. "Your alarm went off earlier, remember, so it must be over there, where you laid it down."
"Ah, here it is," she replied, now very close to me, at her seat. "Well, don't stay up too late. You have work in the morning too."
"Yes dear," he replied.
"And see if you can talk your daughter into getting a job. Last year you were saying how we were going to have the house to ourselves and now you're saying Abby doesn't have to move out. I don't understand you sometimes," she complained as she moved away.
"I like having her around," he said, not so forcefully as to encourage her to come back and argue over me as I tried to swallow his cock, but still wanting to make a point.
When I had taken swimming lessons several years earlier I had gotten up to being able to hold my breath underwater for ninety seconds. I was quickly approaching that time limit on Daddy's lap. With his big cock still hard in my throat, I was unable to breathe. It was deflating too slowly. So, I half-opened my right eye to see if I could safely take a breath.
Mom had her back to me and was just about to turn the corner. However, just as she was about to leave, she turned towards me. As my eye snapped shut, she said, "She's never going to find a husband and have grandkids if she keeps living here."
"Why don't you let me worry about that," he replied firmly.
"I- okay," she said deferentially, before she walked back upstairs.
