First Time With My Dad

Chapter 1 - An Attitude Adjustment

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One night, just a few months after my eighteenth birthday, I came home early from a party. It was supposed to be fun but after I got there it turned into a boring evening full of nothing but a lot of people I didn't know standing around smoking and drinking - neither of which I did nor did I enjoy being around such people. The guy who brought me was pretty hot but he soon became so drunk I didn't even want to suck him, let alone have him fuck me, so in disgust I asked a girlfriend to take me home.

When I walked through the front door I didn't see my parents nor did I hear the TV down in the basement so I just assumed that my parents must have left for the evening. There wasn't a note or anything which didn't surprise me since I was expected to be home late and that they probably figured that they would be back long before I got home. I'd had my eye on the guy who had taken me to the party for a while and they both knew I was horny for him so the odds of me being home early were pretty low. So much for the odds. Obviously seeing the future isn't one of my spiritual gifts.

Once upstairs, I noticed their bedroom was also empty which only confirmed my theory regarding their whereabouts. Entering my bedroom which was adjacent to theirs, I was about to turn on the overhead light when I heard something from outside my open bedroom window. It was just cracked open for some fresh air but was enough to let the sound in unimpeded. All the bedrooms in our house are on the second floor and mine overlooked the back deck which included a large hot tub. Peeking out the window between the drawn blinds, I couldn't believe my eyes - my parents were home! The two of them were in the hot tub which in and of itself wasn't unusual as we definitely got our money's worth from it. What WAS surprising was that they were going at it like two horny teenagers in heat! Needless to say they were both completely naked with my dad seated on the edge while my mom was mostly underwater except for her head and shoulders which were between his spread-open legs as she sucked his hardened cock!

Granted, this was not by any means the first time I'd seen my dad with an erection but it WAS the first time I saw my mom (or anyone for that matter) sucking it. I smiled to myself as my mom was demonstrating some pretty awesome cocksucking skills. Obviously she'd had lots of practice as her face was buried in my dad's wet crotch and she was taking all of his stiff cock in her mouth. From the look on my dad's face he was enjoying it immensely! His hands were on her head, pulling it into him, forcing himself deeper down her throat.

Instinctively I turned away out of respect for their privacy. As I said, my parents were open about almost every area of their lives except for their lovemaking which had always been something special that they reserved for just between the two of them. The only problem was that I couldn't help myself - something inside me seemed to be compelling me to watch them. It was like I was hypnotized, my body reacting on its own without me controlling it.

Like in a trance, I turned back to the window and looked down at them as they began to make passionate love. My mom was in a doggie position with her hands on the edge and her bare wet butt facing my dad as he banged her hard from behind. I couldn't quite make out his dick as it penetrated her, but the motions they were making were unmistakable. Oh yeah, he was fucking her!

It wasn't like this was the first time I'd seen two people having sex. Many of the parties I was going to often involved somebody doing it. This was different though as this wasn't two of my friends or even two strangers going at it. This was my mom and dad! I knew I should feel guilty spying on them like this but I couldn't tear my eye away. How often had I heard them doing it through the wall between our bedrooms but this was the first time I was getting to see what was happening when I heard those moans and groans.

After a while they reversed positions to where she was seated with her legs spread wide open while he moved in between them. My mom used her fingers to push aside her matted wet pubic hair. Watching him approach her I just stared, afraid that if I blinked even once I might miss something. My mom used her hand to skillfully guide my dad's erection into her hairy pussy. I drew in a sharp breath as for the first time in my life I actually could see my father's dick penetrate my mother. She threw her head back and arched her back as he thrust himself deep inside of her.

Speaking of pussies, there was a growing sensation in my own as I imagined how my mom must be feeling at that moment, feeling her hungry pussy being filled by her lover's swollen cock. I didn't matter whose it was, it was in her and that was what counted. I watched intently, frozen in place as my dad fucked my mom over and over, including several positions I'd never tried. The more I watched the more I realized that I was getting incredibly turned on! To my astonishment and even a bit of embarrassment, my pussy was getting wetter by the second while my mouth was dry like a desert. It didn't help either that I hadn't been fucked tonight the way I'd hoped and expected. Stupid idiot boyfriend! I wonder if he had any idea how horny I was tonight and how badly I'd wanted him to fuck me? In any case, seeing my parents making love brought out all the horniness that had been building up in me during the course of the evening.

Suddenly the most astonishing realization struck me. It was as if in the blink of an eye something just clicked inside of me, like a switch that had laid dormant all my life but was suddenly turned on. I couldn't believe it. Oh my god, for the first time in my life I was feeling a genuine sexual attraction to my own parents!

Watching my parents making love for the first time in my life, I realized that what I was feeling now was something entirely new for me, something I'd never even fantasized about let alone hope would come true. It was a little unsettling even as for the first time in my life I was being turned on by watching a dick that wasn't just some boyfriend or a boy making a move on me, it was my DAD'S cock that I was thinking about.

It's really hard to describe my feelings then. It wasn't that knot I get in my stomach when I see a boy's nice dick and I want it so bad I could scream. This was something I'd never experienced before. For the past two years I'd had sex to please one person - ME. The only time I sucked a dick or let a guy fuck me was when there was something in it for me. Now, for the first time in my life I wanted to have sex to please someone else. For the first time I didn't want to just pretend to submit to someone just to make it fun for me, but rather because I wanted to give myself totally and completely to someone - my father.

Yes, I wanted to give myself to him. I wanted my dad to do the same thing to me that he was doing for my mother. Just as he was showing my mother his love to her as her husband, I wanted him to show his love for me as my father in this intimate way. But more than anything else I wanted to please him in the same way I could tell that my mother was pleasing him. I wanted to be the best daughter I could possibly be for him, attending to his needs and desires as I knew only I could do.

To be sure, it wasn't like I was simply horny for my dad, it wasn't that way at all. Face it, my dad might not be in that bad of shape but we're still talking about a guy more than twice my age, not a hunk at school. This wasn't lust, this was love. Not the sort of love I felt for my first boyfriend Steve but the love of a daughter for her father. Of course, no matter how you view the emotional implications, in the end it was still SEX that I was thinking about, just that now it was all about sex with my DAD. As much as I felt these new feelings in me, there was still a part of me that was shocked beyond words that I could even be thinking this way. Like, what kind of kinky, perverted girl would want to suck her own father's cock? How could I even THINK about my dad fucking me, let alone do anything about it for real? What would my parents think of me if they knew how I was feeling right now?

Even worse, at least so far as my sensibilities went, it wasn't just a blow job that I was thinking of giving him. Noooooo, I wanted my dad to fuck me! Despite my rationalizations that what I was watching was a mother-father thing, not just sex, I still couldn't help but feeling hot but yet there was this other side of me that was trying to tell me that such feelings were wrong. But yet the more I thought about it the more I had to ask, why? Just because he was my father didn't mean we couldn't share our most intimate feelings. So it was incest... so what?

My parents and I had discussed a lot things regarding sex as I grew up but incest was one topic that was NEVER mentioned. It wasn't like they didn't want to talk about it, the subject simply never came up. I certainly wasn't going to be the one to initiate such a discussion given society's taboo views. Actually, until a few moments ago the very idea had never even crossed my mind. Then I thought about it some more. While my parents had never encouraged anything whatsoever regarding incest, at the same time I don't remember them once ever coming right out and telling me that it was wrong either. You would think that if they considered it inherently wrong that they would have said something about it, just as they had about other things they didn't think I should to do.

Sheesh, you can imagine how confused I was at this moment as I grappled with the conflicting feelings that were emerging, feelings that were so new to me yet so incredibly sharp, so overpoweringly strong, I was feeling totally overwhelmed by them. A part of me was urging me to immediately strip and join them in the hot tub but at the same time, it scared the heck out of me to even think about it. What would they say? Would it repulse them? Would they think I was some kind of pervert? So many things were going through my head that all I could do for the moment was stand there motionless, staring at my naked parents below me as they made love.

The more I watched my mom and dad, the hornier I got. Like, who can watch two people they love and adore making love without getting turned on? With each thrust of my father's dick into my mom's pussy, I became more and more convinced that I wanted him to do that very same thing to me. My fingers began to touch me as my body instinctively responded. Feelings of lust and desire arose in me that I'd never felt before, at least not in this way. All my life I'd loved my father and would do anything for him. Was this any different? Suddenly I began to understand more about why I was feeling the way I was. I realized that there was something I could give him the nobody else in the world could - his own daughter! I wanted to please my father but I couldn't help but wonder if he would accept the gift I wanted to give him.

As I stood there by the window, watching them intently, I began to play with myself. My right hand reached under my short skirt and moved aside the skimpy thong I was wearing. My fingers quickly found my swelling clit and then I pressed my middle finger between my pussy lips and up inside of me as I watched my father's hard cock moving in and out of my mother's hot hairy pussy. As my finger pushed inside of me, for the first time in my life I imagined it was my father's dick as he entered me. The very thought made my pussy tingle!

It didn't take long before I was so worked up it was all I could do to not run down there and join them! Eventually my dad came and I watched as he sprayed his cum all over my mom's face and hair as she stroked his cock with both hands. Using his cock like a squeegee, she wiped as much of it as she could into her mouth and gently sucked him some more as he softened. Oh my god - I came so hard when she did that! My legs felt week and I leaned against the wall to keep my balance as my orgasm swept through me. All I could think about at that moment was my dad's cock, how it would feel in me, how it would feel for him to erupt in me and pour his seed into my pussy - his own daughter's pussy at that. What would it be like to have your own father fuck you? Would he even do it? Had he ever dreamed of fucking his own daughter? Would he want to cum inside of me?

Eventually they kissed passionately for the longest time after which they grabbed their towels and headed back towards the house. Damn, I couldn't let them know I'd seen them, let alone masturbated as I watched them! Good grief, what would they say if they knew their own daughter had just masturbated while dreaming of having sex with her father?

So much of our relationship was based on trust and mutual respect, especially in dealing with sexual matters, so how could I possibly explain these new feelings I had for my dad? Even worse, as far as my parents were concerned making love was something intimate that they'd always kept as something special between the two of them and now I had violated that privacy. How could I ask them to trust me if they ever found out what I'd just done? Heck, I was no better than some perverted Peeping Tom.

In a state of panic I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them under the bed (where most of my dirty clothes seemed to end up anyway) and slipped under the covers. When they came upstairs to their bedroom I heard the floorboard squeak outside my room and I knew that someone must be checking me out. Even though the light in my bedroom was off, the hall light was more than enough for anyone to see that I was in bed. My eyes were tightly shut as I pretended to be asleep but I could still imagine them looking at each other, probably wondering how long I'd been home and if I'd seen them. Acting as though they'd just awakened me, I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the light and flashing what I hoped was an innocent smile. As it turned out only my dad was standing there, silhouetted against the hallway light. He was still nude from being in the hot tub but his erection was long gone.

"So when did you get home baby?" he asked softly as if he wasnt quite sure if I was awake or not, "Kind of early, isn't it? Everything OK?"

I explained how the party had been a bust and that I'd just gotten home a few minutes ago. He looked at me and I wondered if he could see how flushed I remained from having just masturbated so hard. The light was probably too dim though and if he suspected anything he didn't certainly show it. Besides, it wasn't like I didnt masturbate frequently.

My dad stepped in my room and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Well, sleep tight baby," he whispered.

"G'nite daddy... luv ya."

How many times had he done this in the past? Hundreds? Thousands? Yet for the first time I was distinctly conscious of the fact he was nude and his cock was literally just inches away from my head. Although the circumstances were no different than so many times before, it was like being Eve in the garden, aware of her nudity for the first time when before that it wasn't even something she thought about.

I couldn't help but glance at my dad's crotch and look at his dick hanging there in the dim light. Had I really imagined sucking that very cock and him fucking me with it just a few minutes ago? It was the same dick I'd felt under me when I sat on his lap in the hot tub, the same one that he would stroked while watching a sex girl on TV. It hadn't changed but I certainly had. It might be the same dick I'd ignored before, but there was no ignoring it anymore. At the same time he was acting so normally that it made me wonder if I had someone imagined everything, that it was all just a weird dream. That simple, innocent kiss while standing there naked beside me without a hint of sexual intent made me feel as if he'd woken me from a dream and none of what had just happened was real. Yet I knew better. It WAS all real and I looked away from him quickly, not sure of whether I should be looking at it that way or not.

If my dad noticed anything unusual about my actions he didn't make any indication of it before leaving to go to their bedroom. Alone again I just laid there and let out a long breath. OMG, did he have any idea what I was thinking when I looked at his exposed crotch? Thank goodness the lights were dim and he couldn't see how flushed I was.

As I replayed the events of the last hour or so I found the heat between my legs returning and before long I was going at it again. I dreamed that my father hadn't left but instead of kissing me, he had taken his cock and rubbed it against my lips, demanding that I suck him. It wasn't long before I came as I imagined sucking my dad's cock while he stood there by the side of my bed. I fell asleep with thoughts of being in the hot tub with them, of letting my dad fuck me as my mom watched and played with herself. Afterwards I dreamed that he told me what a good daughter I was and how much he loved me - and how he especially loved fucking me.

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The next morning I woke up and for a moment I thought everything that had happened the night before was just an awesome dream. If anything, I felt guilty for having spied on my parents and even guiltier still for imaging those things with my dad. It wasn't fair of me to think that he would ever do such a thing to his daughter. What kind of father did I think he was that he would actually fuck his own daughter?

As I usually did in such circumstances, I prayed for a while, asking God for His guidance and especially His forgiveness. When I finished praying, it suddenly became clear to me, as if God was already answering my prayer. The Bible says to honor you mother and father. Well, how much more could I honor my father than to submit myself to him? It would be almost like I was sacrificing myself for him except in this case it would be for his pleasure.

At first I was troubled by the adultery aspect. Regardless of what they may have done before marriage, once my parents took their wedding vows they'd never had sex with anyone else (at least, that is what I thought at that time). Was fucking your daughter really the same as being with another woman?

The more I thought about it the more I realized that it wasn't the same thing at all. For goodness sakes I was his DAUGHTER, his own flesh and blood, not some outsider that he would lust for and then take in violation of his vows to his wife. In fact, I slowly came to the realization that my dad DESERVED to fuck me, that as my father he even had the RIGHT to do so. Thus by withholding myself from him was that a sign of disrespect on my part?

For the next few nights I continued to debate this with myself and in doing so, found myself rubbing my pussy constantly as I replayed over and over how my dad made love to my mom that night. No matter how conflicted I might start out, in the end I would always fantasize about having my dad doing those same things to me. I couldn't help but dream about what might have happened if I'd surprised them by jumping in the hot tub while they were still making love. Would they have let me join in and made it a genuine family night?

The more I thought about it the more I realized how badly I wanted him to do to me what I watched him do to Mom. It may have seemed crazy before but I knew now without a shadow of doubt that I wanted my own father to fuck me! I wanted nothing more than to please him and show him how much I loved him by giving him the one thing he'd never had - sex with his daughter.

This was becoming more and more about pleasing my father, about honoring him, about fulfilling my obligations as his daughter, about my duties that I was becoming painfully aware that I'd failed to meet. The more I read my Bible and thought about it, the more guilty I felt as I soon realized I'd been withholding something from my dad that he DESERVED, something that as my father he had earned and thus had the right to possess in any way he wanted - ME.