I had no clue why dad was acting weird. As a matter of a fact, ever since my last birthday a few days ago (I had just turned 21 and I was living it up!) he had been acting weirder and weirder around me, and I had tried to not let him know that I had noticed. I love living with my dad and I didn't want to do anything to ruin the good set up I had. Ever since mom had passed a few years back it was just me and dad in our big house. My older sister had moved out right after the accident, blaming herself for it because she had been the one driving.
So now it was just me and pops, and now we lived like a couple of teenagers most of the time. I would have my boyfriends over all the time and dad would have his "friends" over for a night cap, always leading to some sex on the side. I know because I would always hear the moaning and groaning even on the other side of the house. This hadn't really bothered me 'cause I knew my dad was still well in his prime and I knew he had urges, but didn't want to remarry, for some strange reason.
Personally I didn't understand why some good looking woman had snatched up my dad and drug him to the altar. My dad was hott! with two t's.. only turning 40 this year, my dad still had a full head of dark blonde hair, a nice washboard chest , and a tan, toned body. He had always been the typically "beautiful" man, but never acted like a jerk like most good looking men do. Me, I got my looks from my mother. She had been olive skinned, long dark wavy hair, curves that men would stop and stare at, and a face that my dad had always said was sent straight from heaven.
One night, as I was making dinner for dad and me, I noticed that he had been staring at me from the arch leading into the living room. Normally I wouldn't have thought anything about this except for when I turned back to the stove I saw him touch his crouch through his blue jeans. Shocked, I didn't know what to say or do so I just acted like I didn't see anything. Dinner went off like nothing happened, and I didn't think about it again until after we had cleaned up and went to watch a movie in the living room.
"Honey, why don't you pick out a scary movie and come sit over here?" my dad said as we settled in.
"Um. Ok dad, I'll be right back though, I'm going to go change into some PJ's"
I saw him sit on the love seat as I went to change into my sweatshirt and sweat pants, thinking that I wanted to be as comfortable as I was able to be through the movie.
As we sat in the living room, I sat as far away from my dad as I could, not wanting to give any impression that anything was going on. The movie was uneventful, and soon it was over.
"Well, dad, I'm gonna head to bed. I'll see you in the morning." And as I leaned over to kiss him good night I saw him purposely try to get a look down my shirt. So I hurried up, gave him a kiss and went to my bedroom, and after a few minutes of lying in bed, I fell asleep.
After a while I was awaken by my shirt being lifted over my left breast. I was still in a groggy stage of half sleep, so I looked over and told "Greg", one of my boyfriend, to leave me alone and let me sleep. A few minutes later I felt my pants slowly being pulled off of me, but convinced that I was dreaming I let what was going on just happen. It had been a while since I had had sex so maybe my subconscious was running away with itself.
A hand slowly rubbed along the inside of my thigh, and it felt really good making its way up to press a finger into the fold of my pussy. I could feel the finger working over my clit, sometimes sliding into my, by now, soaking wet hole. The pressure from the hand and finger where making me climb higher and higher toward my first dream-induced orgasm. As one finger climbed to three fingers, I lost control of myself and shook with an orgasm. Waking up a little more, I could now understand that what had just giving me an orgasm was not a dream, but was in fact a hand between my legs, three fingers still inside of my pussy.
I didn't understand it. I hadn't had one of my boy toys come home with me tonight, so there was no one else supposed to be in the house other than my dad. My dad... just as the thought passed into my brain my eyes came into focus and I saw my father lying between my legs.
"Dad, what the hell are you doing?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
As I tried to move away from him he pulled his body up and held my body down with his. I could tell from the feel of it that he had already stripped out of his clothes.
"Shh. Baby girl, I know you want this. You just showed me by coming on my hand."
