I tiptoed into my parents' room. It was the middle of the night, and if my Mom woke, she'd send me back to my room. If my Daddy caught me, he'd sigh, as he always did and reluctantly wave me in.
I know I'm a Daddy's spoiled girl and so does he.
I knew it was strange to do so at my age, but I still crawled into bed with my parents some times when I had nightmares. At 18 years old, I would be mortified if it got out in my high school, but who would ever know. Besides my parents had a huge California King I could fit on.
Peeling away the sheets and covers I sneaked under them and into the bed, crawling between my Mom and dad. They slept on opposite sides of the bed. Backs facing one another. Smiling, satisfied with my achievement, I lay on my back between them, getting my head comfy on the pillow. That was until Daddy turned around to sleep facing me.
My breath caught in my throat because as he turned, his big strong hand fell on my belly. His eyes were still closed, but his hand was getting awfully handsy down there. he rubbed up and down on my forearm, hooked his fingers under my hips, and even pulled me toward him.
Does he think I'm Mom? Should I say something--no, then Mom would wake and kick me out of the bed.
Daddy rested his chin on my shoulder, his forehead touching my cheek, and he slept for a minute. His long deep breaths slipped under my loose spaghetti strapped tank top, wetting my cleavage with his hot breath. His body was like a furnace that melted my icy cold skin. I bit my lip and briefly imagined sleeping like this every night and how nice it was to be held. Then his hand began to wander again.
Under the covers, Daddy's fingers rubbed up and down my smooth thighs and I had butterflies in my belly. I knew it was wrong but the house fantasy I had in my head continued.
What if Mom was gone and this just how Daddy and I slept every night. I could cook. I could clean. I could... do other things Daddy needs...
When Daddy's hand slipped between my thighs and started weasling them apart I gasped silently, staring at the ceiling as his fingers cupped my inner thigh and rubbed up to my crotch. His calloused middle finger teased and rubbed my slit through my panties before circling up to my clit.
My mouth hung open as I took short stagnant breaths. Unsure of what to do.
Should I stop him? should I tell Mom? Should I leave? What... what if I do nothing? It can't be my fault if I do nothing, right?
But it certainly felt guilty when my pussy began to get moisten to the point that my underwear was wet. Daddy's eyes were still closed as his fingering became more deliberate. His finger pressed harder and rubbed faster. Little squeaks escaped my lips. I covered my mouth with one hand, continuously stealing looks at the back of my Mom's head.
I'm going to be in so much trouble--but God... why does Daddy's hand feel so good?
"D... Dad..." I whispered as my legs began to tremble and shake. My eyes flirted with rolling backwards and I was worried I couldn't control my moans as he fingered my clit to climax. "Daddy, I'm cum--I'm cumming..." I gasped, my knees turning inverted.
My body turned away from Daddy so I could bury my face into my pillow. Even still my screams felt loud to me. My entire body seized but thankfully, they slept on one of those foam beds so my Mom didn't even move.
Daddy turned with me, so he spooned my body, his hand fingered me relentlessly, even pulling my panties aside to shove two of his thick fingers inside my tight hole. I chewed on pillow as I felt Daddy's hot breath on the back of my neck and I felt something else back there. my second orgasm was even harder than my first. I was drooling into my pillow.
Then everything changed.
