I Can See Into Dad's Bedroom

All the characters are 18+ in this story

For weeks she'd been sneaking in her father's room after he had masturbated with the purpose of lapping up his expensed cum while he showered and he had learned of it sometime and now she could not fathom how she could be, as he had put it, not in trouble. She spent the day at high school staring blankly at air and wall and wishing she had there a good friend in which she could confide entirely and ask for advice but she had none and so she came home crushed and almost fainted when her father entered the living room for she felt as if he was going to announce to her some terrible fate of deportation of the family home and swearing he would forget about her entirely after emancipating her in law where her behavior would be exposed dissected and registered and she would suffer a shame from which she would never recover.

Instead of that he was naked and said:

Show me how you do it.

What?

I want to see you do it.

She felt so terrible that she took very little notice of his own indecent exposure. At present he was saintly and she wicked for all she could understand and no thought of challenge entered her mind though she did feel stirred inside but could not yet interpret that feeling. She undressed and did not cover her breasts with her arms as she normally would for she was entirely focused on the task at hand which was to show Dad how she did it. Removed from her clothing she got to the ground on all fours and as it had been tiled rather than carpeted her knees and elbows would soon redden but she paid it no mind as lubrication in a pavlovian fashion started coating her pussy lips and she reached for it and inserted two fingers in it.

Dad stood there watching and if he said something she did not hear and when he went to stroke the shaft of his now fully erect penis she did not perceive any movement. She looked up and was struck with the image of her father towering above her and his dick had indeed become a great and powerful thing now and the world around them faded and only the primordial tool of conception remained surging through the blur its head glistening and its body pulsating with the friction of the hand.

She hummed in rhythm without realizing and arched her back to lower her upper body thus being further subjected to the perspective of the interaction she was having with her father. He himself had now by simple power of touch been elevated in spirit to a stature of godlike proportion to which her own masturbation was like some ancient ritual of adoration. They both rubbed together at short distance and he watched her face to look down into her eyes and felt as if their gazes met but in truth she was focused on his penis and blinded to everything else by the immense power she conferred to it and for her it was the Father incarnate.

His and her pleasure grew and the intense erotica erased the tension and without it more sounds were emitted. He would grunt and she whimper and so by sound alone it could have seemed as if he was indeed penetrating her but what was happening was the forming of a far stronger bond between the two bodies: that of fantasy and cognate and truly shared pleasure in the presence of the other rather than in the primitive exploration of flesh itself. He could barely think and she couldn't at all. For her in fact time and matter had ceased to be, except for two exceptions, that of the organ of reproduction which she now started to recognize as such and that of her own matrix which stood dilated and hungry under the penetration of her fingers.

Dad gasped and his muscles contracted and with a grunt she had never heard him do in all those instances she had watched him in self-gratification his penis erupted and one rope of cum was expelled with force and landed at Dad's feet on the tiles and then another two came at lesser speeds but by then he had leaned forward so that they joined the first in a communal blob. Her cheek to the floor she had been looking up and her fingers stopped moving but they remained buried deep in her pussy and she tensed so that they pressed against the inner walls of her vagina and coming the realization of what Dad expected of her at that point she pulled out her tongue and put both hands at either sides of the small puddle and she licked hungrily until none of it remained and then she sat up and raised her head to look at Dad and their eyes met. He was bewildered at how diligently his little girl had lapped up his produce, watching it for the first time and the eroticism of the situation was not lost on him. He watched her expecting face and his gaze ran down to her large breasts and then to her belly which at the crossroads of her glistening thighs met to hide from view her pubis and crotch.

Let me see your tongue.

Swallow.

You're a good girl.

Few have ever in their lives felt the relief she felt when she heard those words coming from one which she'd anticipated to be upset with her. This new experience had further christened him as omnipotent conductor of her feelings, truly her God which she loved and adored beyond all pudicity and self-consciousness and through which she felt had the potential to become the actualized woman. He had made her using the tool she had worshipped and she had once emerged from it in the state which she had consumed and though the science of Biology would not exactly support the statement she now believed it whole-heartedly. It was to her neither faith nor science but some combination of the two as only must have been felt by the early prophets who believed it was them whom God had elected to give Revealed Truth.

I love you.

Dad was her God and he must have felt the importance of the charge in the way she now looked at him for he would get solemn and patriarchal when came time for their ritual and he never again met her at breakfast with a plate of freshly squeezed semen or have her collect it off the floor but rather reverently collected it at the source in her presence in a short bowl which she had picked out and they had designated specifically for that usage and no other. There was one condition to it however: that she be at his feet worshipping him through herself and that she would then slurp and swallow every drop which she always did.