(Author's Note: This story is fantasy. All characters are fictional and over the age of 18. It also depicts forced sex roleplay and roleplay only. The sex is consensual)
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Mom's gone. She's away on a business training. That just leaves you and Dad at home. It's been pretty quiet the past couple of days and there's still a few days left before she comes home. Today has been different though. Dad has been very quiet. He's been looking at you for longer today. He seems angry or upset or something. You don't think you've done anything wrong, but he seems annoyed with you. During dinner, you ask him, "Is everything Ok Dad?"
He looks at you and replies, "Yes dear. Why?"
"You just have been acting so annoyed today, I didn't know if I had done something"
"No sweetheart," he replies, "I'm just frustrated."
"Frustrated about what?"
"Well you're mother's been gone and I've been alone for a while... Just don't worry about it baby. I'm not angry with you, just frustrated."
"I thought mom made you mad and you'd be happy she was gone," you say trying to make a joke.
"I do miss your mother when she's gone. I miss her smell. I miss her sleeping with me. And I miss..." his voice trails off as he looks away.
"You miss what Dad?"
"Nevermind," He replies, "There's just things that Mommy does for Daddy that I miss. That's all."
"You're talking about sex aren't you?" you ask.
"You don't need to worry about what I'm talking about. Now eat your dinner." your dad says with finality. You know better than to pursue it any further. You both eat your dinner in silence. He just looks angry. You wish mom would get home so he would get in a better mood.
After dinner, you have a shower and get into your panties and a long tee shirt. You and your dad both watch a movie together. You snuggle up next to him on the couch. He puts his arm around you and you lose yourself in the movie. About half way through the movie, you notice that Dad has moved his hand down your side and it is now resting on your hip. He used to do this all the time when you were younger, but his touches have been strictly shoulders or above since you turned 13. Now at 18, he always acts more formal than he used to. You know it's because you've become much more of a woman and he doesn't want to do anything inappropriate. Which of course you appreciate, but here he is now with his hand on your hip, rubbing back and forth. You wonder what he could be up to, but figure he must just be doing it absentmindedly, forgetting that it was you and not mom next to him. Then Dad changes how he is rubbing. Instead of rubbing up and down on your hip, his hand is now rubbing front to back. It goes forward over your hip, then rubs back to your butt cheek. Back and forth, back and forth. Is he still confused? After a minute or two of this, Dad's hand rubs completely back over your ass cheek. You can feel his pinky in between your cheeks. It is staying there, fingers squeezing slightly. You don't know what to do. He's got to know that this isn't mom, why is he lingering there with his hand so clearly on your ass? His hand drops down a bit more and now his hand is placed right between your butt cheeks. His long middle finger is pushing in between the cheeks. "Daddy," you say, hoping to get his attention and make him realize what he's doing.
"What baby girl?" he says, his hand going nowhere.
"Um, your hand's on my ass. I'm not mom." you say.
"And?" he replies, still not moving his hand.
"Come on dad, it's making me uncomfortable," you say, ready for him to take his hand off of your ass.
"I'm sorry doll, I'm just lonely and frustrated," dad says as he rubs his hand back and forth on your ass. He grabs both cheeks and squeezes hard, then removes his hand from you, placing it on the back of the couch.
You use this opportunity to remove yourself from him. "I'm sorry daddy, but mom will be home in five days. She'll take care of you then." You get up off the couch.
"Yeah, but who will take care of me until then?" he asks with his eyes looking intensely at you. He's never looked at you like this before. You can tell he is wanting you to "take care" of him. His eyes look up and down at your barely-clad body then look you right in the eyes. You're a little scared. You want to leave, but you can't stop looking at his eyes. The lust in them is something new.
He reaches his hand up and takes yours. He stands up, his eyes now looking down at you. You're used to looking up to him, you've just never seen him look at you like this before. "You could take care of daddy you know," he says.