My dad has been working extra long hours since my mom left almost a year ago. I felt bad. He came home after a long day, barely ate, and goes straight to bed. I haven't seen him go on any dates or go out for beers with the guys anymore. I keep telling him that he needs some fun in his life. I just didn't know at the time that he would take that so seriously...
I'm upstairs in my room right now trying to decide between going to the beach with my friends or just going outside to lay out by the pool.
Since my break from college started, I've been trying to enjoy as much as possible. I finally decide to just lay out at home. I don't even worry about putting a bathing suit on.
We live in a secluded area, my dad is of course at work, and who really needs the hideous tan lines? After pulling my hair up in a quick bun, I look in the mirror, and nod approvingly.
About 30 minutes into me first going outside, I'm starting to drift into a nice sleep when I get the feeling that someone is watching me. I jump up real quick, forgetting I'm naked, and see that my dad is standing in the doorway to the patio.
"Oh, daddy! You scared me!" I screamed, throwing a towel at him. He laughed.
"Sorry dear...but hey you might want to take this back to cover up," he said, tossing the towel back at me. I looked down at the naked self, turning red with embarrassment.
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I asked, trying to sound annoyed that he was home. In reality, I was happy to have him home.
"I asked the boss for a short day today so I could spend it with my little girl." He flashed me a quick smile. But this smile was much different from his normal smile. This smile was more...predator like. It gave me a warm feeling deep in my gut.
He looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive...sexually. I tried to dismiss any thought of that, thinking I must just be crazy. He is my father after all. Throughout all this thinking, I didn't even realize that he was now standing before me naked, not even bothering to hide his growing erection.
"Daddy! Put clothes on! I don't want to see that!" I tried to look and sound disgusted but I knew it sounded fake.
"So you can be naked, but I can't?" He asked, laughing. I'm at a loss for words. All I can do is shrug my shoulders and lay back down to try to ignore him, thinking he will just go for a swim.
Instead, I feel him straddle my bare ass, and before I can react, he's rubbing more tanning lotion on me. In a way, I'm okay with it because I know I needed some more, but also I could feel his raging hard on grinding into my ass.
After he finishes my back, he gets up and I take this moment to peek at his cock behind my sunglasses. It's pretty big. I'd say 7 or 8 inches and thick. Hell, why did mom leave him? I know they had a great sex life. I could always hear it. It always sounded so wild with all the screams and moans.
I remember walking past their bedroom one night headed to the bathroom, and they didn't close the door the whole way. I couldn't help but sneak a peek.
I saw my mom on all fours, hands tied to the headboard of their bed, each leg separately tied to the footboard, and my dad...oh the things he was doing..I remember standing there for a few minutes, my fingers traveling to the inside of the wet panties.
Before I knew it, my dad was grunting and they were done. I hurried back to my bedroom with the activities playing back in my head to help me finish myself off.
"Dear, are you okay?" I snap back to realize that my dad is standing over my naked body, a leg on each side of the lounge, raging hard cock dangling above me.