I'm not sure how I got into this position -- sitting on my dad's back porch with my legs spread, fingering myself with my thong pulled to the side. Well, I guess I do know how it happened.
At 35 years old, I consider myself a normal woman with two kids and a husband. I also have a father who lost his wife (my mother) three years ago. And now I am on his back porch, trying to hold back loud moans while I rub my clit harder and harder. Nothing normal about that.
It happened so quickly, this situation I find myself in. I had come back home to visit my 58-year-old dad so we could take care of my mom's belongings. After three years, he decided it was time to decide what jewelry and keepsakes he would give me, what he would keep and what would be donated.
I drove the two hours to his house on Thursday, expecting to stay the weekend and go home on Sunday. My husband stayed home to take the kids to school and their activities. I didn't really think it would be good to have an 8 and 10-year-old running around the house while my dad and I sorted through mom's stuff.
My dad, Robert, was always a very handsome man. A high school star athlete, he stood 6-3 and even as he neared 60, he still had the grace and vitality of a former athlete. He was a bank president but still took care of a dozen head of cattle on the 30-acre spread we called home. I think that's how he kept his muscular shape all these years.
I was always a daddy's girl, and as I look back, I'm sure that the reason I love attention from men was because my daddy always gave it to me. I stand 5-7, with shoulder length brunette hair, hazel eyes and 36DDs. Yeah, I had big boobs early, growing to a C cup at age 16 and D by the time I was a sophomore in college. After kids, they took on their current size.
But, I love my tits. They have gotten me a lot of things in life, and I don't mind using them to my advantage. I also have a big, round ass that I used to hate but now I embrace this womanly feature. And I love the attention my body attracts. The looks I receive from guys make me feel sexy, wanted, and powerful.
My dad was the first guy that I remember who noticed my body. He would openly stare when I would wear a bikini in the backyard pool. I mean, who would blame him? I was a high school cheerleader with huge boobs and a great ass. He gawked at my cleavage and his eyes would follow my ass when I walked by. I know he would go to the bedroom or bathroom after I had been laying out in my bikini and jerk off. The sound of a guy pulling on his cock is unmistakable.
While I was endowed -- I took after my dad's side of the family in the womanly curves department -- my mom was beautiful and petite. She stood 5-3 with B cup tits and a small, tight ass that I was jealous of when I was younger. She had an absolutely flawless complexion, and together, they were an incredibly striking couple. But, my dad obviously liked the tits and ass that I possessed.
While my dad leered at me, he never touched me, nor really said much inappropriate other than, "Wow, you look great. You're so beautiful." Things like that.
But, that was about to change.
When I arrived at his house on Thursday, he was working in the barn. Dad came around and gave me a big hug. My tits mashed against his chest as he enveloped me in his arms.
It was early afternoon, so we went inside, where he took a shower and I unpacked my things and put them away in the same room I grew up in. It still looked like I had just left for college.
The rest of the afternoon was pleasant. We didn't really discuss the task ahead, but just got caught up on each other's lives. We always texted several times a week and talked on the phone at least once a week, but seeing each other in person leads to a deeper conversation than you can have on the phone. When evening came, Dad grilled some steaks and potatoes, I tossed a salad, and we ate outside on the back patio.
It was mid-May in Texas, when the weather is just perfect. I was dressed in nothing but a bra, thong and long t-shirt. Daddy was in shorts and t-shirt. It was a warm 87 degrees in the afternoon, but by the time the sun went down, the temperature quickly dropped 20 degrees. After eating, we turned on the patio TV, snuggled together with a blanket on the comfy outdoor sofa and turned on a streaming service playing a movie I had not seen before, "Original Sin."
Yeah, that was a mistake. If you haven't seen the movie, ohhhh my. Sooooo hot! Not what you usually watch with your 58-year-old father.
We were sitting there, watching the incredibly sexy scenes, me curled up under his left arm, my head on his shoulder and my right arm laying on his left leg.
That's when I felt "it."
A hard, long, round object that was pressing against my arm. I didn't even think about it for a minute until alarm bells went off in my head. Fuck, my dad has a hard on!
And it was very hard.
I smirked, knowing he couldn't see my face. Daddy has a hard on.
Then, I thought, well damn, he may not have gotten laid in three years. He's a very attractive man, but I don't know that he has seen anyone in three years since my mom died in an accident.
Poor baby. No wonder. Angelina Jolie would make any guy hard, especially one who hasn't gotten fucked in 36 months.
I then felt it twitch. Not an obscene jerk but a gentle twitch of arousal. I then subconsciously pressed my arm against it. I didn't even realize I had done it until the deed was done.
Daddy stiffened and I heard him exhale. No doubt about it, he was aroused.
He didn't move a muscle. Obviously, trying to avoid embarrassment, but like I said earlier, I love to tease. I live to tease.
So, I pressed my forearm against his big cock again and kept my arm in that position, forcing his hard cock to resist. I could feel the heat from it. No joke, his cock was hot through the material. Fuck, this was hot. The steel bar in his shorts showed no signs of calming down. It was hot, throbbing, hard and manly. I had lost interest in the movie.
This time, dad shifted and cleared his throat.
"Umm, honey, I am going to get more wine. Would you like some?" he asked without looking at me.
"Sure," I replied, pulling the blanket off us both and looking to see what my arm was pressing against. Yeah, daddy was big. Not like porn star-huge, but what looked like a solid 8 inches. Thick but not beer can thick. Actually, it looked like it was the perfect size to deepthroat, the perfect size to hit that spot in my pussy that made me cum, the perfect size to gently slide into my ass to loosen me up.
Dad jumped up and headed to the kitchen to get the wine bottle. He tried to cover up his erection, but it tented out there pretty good. I surmised he did not put on underwear after his shower.
He took longer than usual to get the wine, probably trying to calm down his throbbing cock. When he came back, I held up the blanket, allowing him to resume his spot on the outdoor sofa.
He poured the wine, we sipped and then I put my arm back along his leg. Damn, I was disappointed. His big cock was not there anymore. He had tucked it down. Well, fuck. I guess the fun is over.
I pressed against him, then realized my big tits were pushed against his arm, actually enveloping his bicep between them. He glanced down, then did it again, looking at my deep cleavage.
Then I felt "it" again.
I then realized it wasn't just Angelia Jolie that was getting daddy turned on, it was my big tits. The ones he has lusted over for 20 years. The tits he imagined nude -- well, he didn't just imagine them nude, I'm positive he lurked outside the window several times when I was taking a shower or changing. Now, he was feeling them. Against him. Firm and full and round.
And I was feeling him. Hard and full and long.
I pressed my arm against his hardening cock again. It twitched back. I could feel the heat of it again. That burning sensation of daddy's big dick.
