Mom Leaves
Hi, my name is Lacey. I am 5'2 and 80 pounds. I have been an athlete since I can remember. I have never had boobs other than just nice puffy nipples. I have never even had the need to own a bra I am 18 years old and have an insatiable desire for big, older men.
Ever since I can remember I have always liked older men. Now that I am 18, I have even been able to carry out that fantasy a couple of times. While fun, it was not exactly what I was looking for. I needed someone to care. Someone I could love. And that guy was my Daddy.
My Dad was always a loving father. He never showed any indifference to me or my brothers. We were all family and got treated equally. My brothers were big into sports as was I. Daddy always made it to all games. He drove a lot and covered a lot of distance to get to everyone's games. Mom did also but rarely came to my events. I cared for them both, but I LOVED my Dad.
One Saturday it all kind of came to a head. I had got home from a track meet and had won 3 events. When I walked in Dad was in the living room reading a note.
"Hi Dad. What are you reading?" I asked genuinely interested in what he was reading.
My mother left a note, telling him she was leaving. Didn't even have to courage to tell him to his face.
"You mother left us. Something about me loving the kids more than her and she was leaving and going to the west coast to be with her sister." He read.
I was devastated. What had happened to my Mom to cause her to do this? What about our family? What would my brothers say?
"I'm so sorry Dad."
"No, honey I am. I feel bad for you guys. You all need a mother. This sounds like she is just abandoning us. And that is fucked up." He said rather sternly.
I had never heard my Dad swear. I knew he did, just never heard it. He was mad. He tried calling her, she didn't answer. He sent her a text. He just sat and waited.
I hugged him and told him we would all be OK. I guess I had never realized how big my Dad was. He was 6' 5 and probably 250 pounds. He was not in bad shape for a guy that was 50 but he always did things 100%. And because of that he was physically pretty beat up. He had many surgeries on his knees and shoulders, but never did he let on that he was in bad shape. His strong arms hugged me, pulling me to him.
"Thanks Lacey. Thanks for being here today. I don't know what I would have done without someone here."
And in typical Dad fashion, he added, "By the way, great job today at the meet. 3 wins is fabulous! I am so proud of you!"
I just about melted. Here was a guy who found out his wife left via a note not 20 minutes earlier and he made it all about me.
"Oh Dad, thank you. You were always my biggest supporter."
I hugged him again pushing my body against his. I could feel his crotch against my stomach and felt his bulge. I was fully aware now of what I needed. I needed my Dad.
I let go and ran upstairs and showered. I undressed and stood in front of the mirror. How could I get my Dad to notice me? I had no boobs, but I did have a nice tight ass. I had some pubic hair but naturally I just didn't grow that much. Could that entice him? I jumped in the shower and got cleaned up. I put on my high cut panties and one of his big t shirts from his closet. I went down to the kitchen and found him on the phone with my brothers telling them what had happened. Both were shocked but being several hundred miles away, there was nothing really either of them could do.
"Keep hitting the books and working hard. I will see you guys at Thanksgiving when Lacey and I come out for your break. Bye guys, Love ya." And he hung up.
"The guys take it pretty hard?" I asked.
"Your mother contacted them this afternoon. They said she tried to call you but got no answer. Did you see you had a call from your Mom?' He asked.
"I did Dad, but I was mad and did not answer. I don't want to talk to her." I sobbed into his chest.
He held me for a minute and then asked that I call my mom and hear her side of the story.
"Fine. I will call her!" I sobbed.
I called my mother and listened to her story as to why she left my Dad. Basically, she was tired of being tied down with kids and the married life. She said she still loved us kids, but we were grown now, and it was time for her to move on. "Bullshit." I thought.
I returned to the kitchen and found my Dad at the table.
"Dad. Can I stay in your bed tonight? I don't want to be alone." I asked.
"Sure honey. But I snore!"
Typical Dad.
We finished eating and cleaned up. Dad had gone up to shower and I snuck up and tiptoed down the hall. We had old fashioned doors with actual keyholes. I peeked through and saw my Dad undressing. He was just about to drop his underwear when he stopped. Quickly I snuck back down the hall towards my room.
"Lacey! Can you grab me a towel? I forgot to grab one."
"Sure thing Dad!"
I grabbed a towel from the closet and knocked on the door. He opened the door just enough to get his big hand out. I handed him the towel and he said, "Thanks!"
I waited just a few seconds and went back to the keyhole. What I saw just about scared me to death. When my Dad dropped his underwear, he had what I assumed to be an erection. It just hung there. Firm and thick with a giant set of balls. My pussy instantly started twinging. And he was shaved. Not one hair on his crotch.
I immediately went to my room and peeled my panties off. My pussy was on fire. I slide 2 fingers in and used my other hand to find my swollen clit. It didn't take long, and I was close to cumming. I imagined that monster in my pussy, stretching me, fucking me and filling me with cum. That took me over the top.
"Fuck Daddy, I am cumming. Fuck Lacey's pussy. Uhgggggggnnnnnn!!"
I came with such a rush of emotions I actually cried. I composed myself the best I could. Dad knocked on my door a few minutes later.
"Lacey, you OK? I thought I heard crying."
Had he heard? Had he been out there when I fucked my pussy with my fingers?
"I'm OK Dad. Just crying over today. I will be alright."
"Well, I am going to bed. If you want to come in and crawl in with me, you can."
"OK daddy. Be in shortly." I answered.
My pussy was still soaked, but I went in and crawled into bed beside him. Much to my dismay he was wearing sweatpants. I was hoping for his boxers. But he was lying on the top of the bed reading so maybe he would take them off before getting under the covers. I could only hope and wait.
I didn't have to wait too long. He sat up and peeled them off. Just boxers. He slid into bed with his back to me.
I curled up to him and put my arm over his back and drifted off to sleep. A couple of hours later I rolled back, and Dad snuggled in behind me. I could feel him push against me. I didn't move. I wanted him to pull me tighter. Which he did. He massive tool was wedged between my butt cheeks. I was in heaven. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I reached down and found my love button and played with it gently. I came quietly with him not even knowing I got off. The feel of his tool against me was overwhelming.
The next morning, he was up and in the kitchen as usual when I came down.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked.
"Never better Dad. Thank you!"
"No problem baby. Anytime." He replied rather casually.
I jumped in my car and left to school.
When I got home later that evening, he was back in the kitchen cooking dinner.
"I heard from you mother today. Nothing to reconcile between us. She is filing for divorce this week. It is over. And honestly, I am glad. We just existed together for you guys. That is not healthy for adults. We also decided that there would be no hard feelings between us. We had what we had and being adults, we have decided to remain as good of friends as possible. I think that is best for everyone. Plus, she will be in Oregon. Far enough away!" Dad said.
"I am glad Daddy. Glad you can finally be happy."
"Me too." Dad said smiling.
Later than night after homework, I went into his room again and found him asleep on his bed. His book was on his chest and his glasses on his forehead. I watched him sleep, his chest rising, his deep breathing, and of course his bulge. Every once in a while, it would twitch. I wondered to myself if he was dreaming and what he was dreaming about. I carefully removed his book and glasses and pulled the covers up. As I pulled them up, I ran my hand across his cock. He moaned slightly and rolled onto his side. I crawled in beside him again and fell asleep. I awoke to find him looking at me.
"What is wrong Dad?" Sleepily inquiring.
"Your mom has been gone 3 days and I already have a new woman in my bed." He chuckled.
"Dad. Knock it off. I just crawled in and fell asleep. That is all."
"Well, when I got into bed I was reading, and my glasses were on my forehead. Then I awake to being all tucked in with your curled up next to me. Only tonight, you are wearing a t shirt barely your size, just enough to cover yourself. And you are nuzzled up to my...well my...lower region."
Suddenly my Dad was turning red. I almost giggled.
"Dad, what are you saying? Did I arouse you? Cuz I think I did." I purred.
"Lacey, what I am bout to say is way over the line. Criminal in fact. Would you sleep nude next to me? I never sleep with underwear on and it is bugging me. But I am not going to unless you want to."
I stood up and removed my t shirt. My panties were next. My nipples were puffed bigger than I had ever seen them. I knew I was wet. I could feel it. I stood and faced my Dad.
"Is this better?" I asked him.
