Moving Day

Inspired by the story "Sitting on My Son's Lap" by

retired04

All characters are over the age of 18.

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Moving day. This would be the last time I would see my home, and my family, in four months. I tried not to show how nervous I was as I carried the last of my stuff down to the car. Dad smiled at me as I walked up to the trunk.

"How you doing, college girl?" He said, grinning.

"Ok," I responded, as truthfully as I could. I smiled up at him. My dad was still attractive at 45. 6'5", worked out, and I just knew my predilection to older men with salt and pepper hair had to come from him.

He put down the box he was holding and cupped my face in his hands. "Hey, I know you're going to do great, ok?" He said, his bright blue eyes looking into mine. I nodded, my heart suddenly racing. He stood so close to me, I could feel the texture of his jeans on my bare legs. I liked the feel of his large, rough hands on my cheeks...

"Did you get everything Diana?" My mother called out from the front door, breaking the silence. Dad grinned and tilted his head, "You better answer her, Di, before she throws a fit." He said, letting go of my face.

I blinked a few times, then called back, "Yeah mom, I just want to run to the bathroom real quick."

"Hurry up then!" She yelled back, walking down the steps with snacks for the car trip.

I ran back inside, and locked myself in the bathroom. My heart was pounding in my chest.

I can't be attracted to my own dad, I can't

... I thought, turning on the tap and splashing some cold water on my face. Ever since I had spied on my dad jerking off to porn a few months ago, I couldn't get the image out of my head.

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The office was dark. I had gone in to grab some extra paper for doodling when I heard a low groan. I quickly peeked my head around the door and saw him. My dad's face, illuminated by the flickering laptop screen, his mouth open slightly and his eyes closed as his arm moved up and down. He had headphones on, but as I looked he groaned again, and in a flash I saw his entire cock, long and thick, the red head glistening with precum as he moved his large hand up and down. I stood, rooted to the spot, staring at his cock. He moaned again, his legs jerked as he came, and the light caught the streams of white cum as they flew into the air.

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I looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were still flushed red, and my lip was glistening from where I had licked it. Angrily, I splashed more water on my face.

"Diana!" My mother's voice rang through the house.

"Coming!" I called, patting my face dry and hurrying outside.

As usual, my parents were arguing when I got back outside.

"If you hadn't packed so willy nilly, we wouldn't have this problem!" Mom yelled, gesturing to the car.

"I didn't realized there was a patented way to pack the car, Patricia." My dad responded, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Finally," My mom said as I walked down the front steps towards them, "Your father packed the car in such a way that only leaves two seats."

Dad threw his hands up in the air, "My fault entirely, right Pat?"

Mom opened her mouth to speak, but I interrupted, "Well mom, you're gonna drive, right?" I pointed to the open seat, "I think I am light enough. I can sit on dad's lap, if that's ok with you dad."

Dad looked at me, then at mom, then back to me. "Are you sure sweetheart? Your legs might get tired, we are going for a couple hours before we stop."

I nodded, and smiled up at him, "It's totally fine with me dad."

"Fine," Mom said, and stomped off to the driver's seat, "And hurry up! I want to reach the hotel before sundown."

Dad smiled at me, and slung an arm over my shoulder as we walked towards the car, "Are you absolutely sure about this sweetie?" He asked, looking down at me.

I smiled back, "Of course dad." I said calmly, and I waited for him to climb inside the car filled with all my belongings. My heart was racing again, and I breathed deeply, hoping he wouldn't notice.

This was my chance to find out if Dad liked me in the same way I liked him. If he didn't, I would let it go. But if not...

I slid onto his lap, and dad closed the door behind me. Boxes and bags of varying shapes and sizes filled the car, so much that I couldn't see my mother at all.

"You all ready?" She asked, starting the car.

"Yes," I responded, settling back against dad, adjusting so my ass was on his thighs. Dad's familiar scent enveloped me, and I relaxed.

Maybe there is nothing to this infatuation

, I thought sleepily.

The trees flew past the window, and the slow music my mom loved lulled me into a nap.

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One night, a few days after I had seen dad in the office, I was alone in the house. I started looking at porn, trying to find something to get off to. As I searched, I couldn't help but find daddy daughter videos and stories, and started to finger myself to the video of a young girl being punished by her father.

"Fuck me daddy!" she cried out through my headphones, and I moaned along with her, moving my fingers through my slick folds and around my clit.

"Daddy..." I moaned, the hot flush of orgasm creeping into me as I closed my eyes, and thought of my own Dad with me... over me... fucking me...

"Yes daddy! Oh daddy...!" I cried out as I came, squeezing my fingers with my cunt. My whole body shook and I moan loudly, kicking into the sheets of my bed. After I came down, I cleaned myself up and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. As I passed the window, I saw a car in the driveway.

Dad's home.

I thought, panic racing through me.

When did he get home? Did he hear me?

Later, when I went downstairs, Dad was in his office, working away. He never mentioned hearing me, and the panic I felt gradually faded.

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I woke up some time later. The sun was higher in the sky, and all around us was endless highway and fields of corn. The first thing I noticed was dad's hand resting on my leg. Not high up, but right above my knee. I could feel the warmth radiating up. I inhaled deeply, trying not to move. I realized I had shifted in my sleep, and my ass was now firmly nestled in Dad's groin. I squirmed a little, and I felt Dad's mouth near my ear.

"You awake sweetheart?" He asked, gently squeezing my leg.

I nodded, and shifted again, feeling something hard press against my ass.

Did I leave my phone in my back pocket?

"Stop wiggling around, Di." Dad whispered against my ear.

I realized what it was.

Dad's hand gripped my leg harder.

I slowly rotated my hips, grinding my ass into his groin. The car hit a bump in the road, and my dad's hard on pressed firmly into my ass. I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

Dad didn't say or do anything. He just sat with his hand on my leg.

I reached out and placed my hand on top of Dad's where it rested on my leg. Slowly I pulled it down, sliding his large, warm hand up my thigh.

I felt his hot breath against my neck, and a thrill ran through me. I kept pulling at his hand, guiding his fingers down my bare thigh. I slowly tilted my hips, grinding back into his groin.

Suddenly his other hand came down on my stomach, and he pulled me back against him. "Stop that," he whispered, his voice low and deep.

My heart pounded.

Did I go too far, too fast...?

A few seconds passed, and Dad kept his hand on my stomach, and his other on my thigh. I felt his breath on my ear again.

"Are you teasing me, Di?" he breathed. His hands came up, and he smoothly slid them both under my shirt, resting his rough palms against my bare skin, "I don't like being teased..."

"No, daddy..." I whispered, turning my head to look back.

"Keep looking forward," He hissed, "You're not to look back at me, understand?"

The harshness in his voice stung. It was the same voice he used when he was really upset with me. I opened my mouth to reply, but couldn't. I was too confused. His tone and the hands on my belly said two different things.

"Don't move, and don't speak unless I say so." His hands grabbed the hem of my shirt, and in one movement lifted it over my breasts, leaving my front to the cold air from the AC. Goosebumps prickled all over, from the cold and from the thrill of his hands sliding over me.

This is really happening..!

I thought, feeling a giddy elation bubbling up inside me as his warm hands slid up my body. His fingers hooked under my bra and shoved it over my perky breasts. His rough palms came to rest over them, and I let out a soft, shuddering breath as I felt my nipples harden in response. His thumbs circled around the top of my breasts, then brushed against my hard nipples.

My body shuddered in response, and I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck.

"Shit..." Dad muttered against my ear as his fingers circled my nipples. He pinched one between his thumb and forefinger and tugged.

I couldn't help but let out a gasp, and arched my back.

"Be quiet," he growled, and the gravel in his voice made me wet like nothing else. I concentrated on remaining still as his hands left my breasts. He quickly unbuttoned my jeans shorts and slid the zipper down. Without being asked, I lifted my hips, and he slid them off my ass and down to my knees. His large fingers pressed against the wet fabric of my panties, and I stifled a moan.

"What is this?" he muttered, pressing into my slick slit through the fabric, "how are you so goddamn horny..."

"For you daddy..." I said softly, and my clit throbbed as his fingers pressed against it.

"For me?" He said, a mild surprise tinging his voice.

I nodded my head, panting a little.

Suddenly Dad raised his voice, shocking me.

"Hey Honey, can we stop soon? I really need a bathroom break."

I could hear mom's sight of frustration, even through all stuff blocking the way.

"Yeah... I guess I could use a fill up. I'll pull off here."

"Thanks," Dad responded, his fingers still pressed against me.

I felt his mouth against my ear again.

"We are going to the bathroom, and I am going to punish you for teasing me," He whispered, his voice low and charged with something I didn't recognize. My heart nearly pounded through my chest when I realized it was lust.

"Yes daddy..." I said, and Dad removed his hand from my pussy.

I felt the car slow down, and I glanced out the window to see us leaving the highway. I quickly pulled up my shorts as mom pulled into a gas station. As she drove up to a pump, I was very aware of dad's erection pressing harder than ever into my ass.

"Straight to the bathroom young lady," He growled into my ear as his other hand opened the door, letting in the warm, gritting summer air.

I slid off dad's lap, and hurried inside the gas station. The bell chimed as I stepped inside, and shivered as the cold air blasted down. I looked around, trying to find the bathroom.

What is he going to do to me...?

I wondered, and I felt like my pussy was burning through my pants. A felt a rush of warm air behind me, and Dad's large hand landed on my shoulder.

"Bathroom. Now." He said shortly, and pushed my shoulder. I hurried down an aisle filled with candy and gum, aware of Dad's heavy footsteps behind me. The door to the unisex bathroom was open, and I quickly slipped inside. The walls were grimy, and smelt of grease and urine. I turned around to see if Dad had followed me, and in an instant, his hand was on my throat, and he shoved me against a wall.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Di?" He growled as he closed and locked the door with his other hand.

I couldn't reply, my cheeks were flushed with equal parts shame and excitement.

"Is this what you wanted from me? Huh?" He grabbed my wrist with his free hand and pressed my hand against his groin. Through his jeans, I could feel the hardness of his cock.

"Daddy I'm sorry," I said softly, and I felt a jolt go through me, straight from my hand to my clit.

"You're sorry?" Dad said, biting out the words.

I nodded my head, unable to form words.

Why is this happening to me? It's like I can't think straight...

"How could you do this to me Di..." Dad said softly, his bright eyes looking directly into mine, "Why here, why now..." His voice trailed off, and he looked up at the ceiling.

Finally he let out a big breath through his nose, and looked down at me, "We don't have much time. Get on your knees." He released my neck, and in my surprise, or maybe it was my obeying, I slid down the wall, and landed hard on my knees.

I winced, and looked up to see Dad quickly undoing his belt. He shoved his pants down to his ankles, and I could see the outline of his cockhead where it pressed against his boxers. My pussy juices were soaking through my shorts, and I could feel my hands shaking with anticipation.

Oh my god... he's actually doing it... I'm gonna see my daddy's cock...

"This isn't for you Di. This is for me," He leaned over and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him, "I will punish more when we have more time, but for now, your punishment is you are not allowed to please yourself, understand?"

"Yes, daddy," I whispered, my voice hoarse. He released my chin and straightened, and shoved his boxers down. His cock looked just how I had remembered it. It managed it be thick and long at the same time. Large veins bulged from the hard shaft, and his head was red and swollen.

I felt lightheaded. I realized I never wanted anything as much as my daddy's cock.

"Open your mouth, Princess," Daddy said, gripping the base of his cock with his hand.

My clit throbbed painfully. Something in the acknowledgement of his old nickname for me sent my pussy leaking all over my legs. I opened my mouth, and before I had time to savor the moment, Daddy had shoved his cock.

Hot saliva pooled in my mouth as I tasted his cock for the first time. It tasted slightly salty, but my senses were overwhelmed with my daddy's scent. Warm, slightly musky, and his favorite soap.

"This is going to be rough, Di," Dad said, his voice husky. I looked up at him. His breath hitched as we locked eyes.

"Ah, fuck..." he groaned, and grabbed my head with both his hands. He shoved his cock further back, and I choked as I felt it go down my throat.

"Don't fight it Princess," he growled, pushing deeper, "Tilt your head and try to breathe through your nose when you can." He pulled back, then shoved it back in, and I could feel it go deeper.

I saliva dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin as he thrust into my face. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock all the way down. It slid down my throat, and I couldn't breathe as he held my nose against his public hair. He held me there for a few moments, and my vision began to get blurry. There was nothing but his heavy, manly scent, and his throbbing cock. Suddenly he released me, and withdrew his cock. I gasped, drawing in some much needed air as saliva and my dad's sweet precum dripped onto my chest.

Without much of a respite, Dad shoved his cock back in my face, but kept it from going down my throat as he fucked my mouth. I looked up at him as he thrust. His cheeks were flushed red, and his brows were furrowed in concentration. He shoved his cock deep down my throat again, and I closed my eyes, trying not to gag to hard.

"Look at me Di. Look into my eyes," He gasped.

I looked up at him, a tear involuntarily leaking out of my eye.

"Oh Di... oh my god," He said, his voice ragged. His cock swell in my throat, and I suddenly I felt his hot, thick cum shoot out.

"Oh shit..." Dad groaned, his hand gripping my hair as his cock pulsed in my mouth.

My vision started getting blurry as I struggled with the need to breathe. Feeling my dad's sperm shoot straight into my stomach nearly made me cum. I tried to swallow, but choked, and his thick cum bubbled up around my lips and dribbled down my chin. After what seemed like a full minute, his cock stopped cumming, and Dad pulled it back. I leaned back against the wall, gasping and coughing.

Dad stood back, panting, his cock glistening with my saliva in the dim light of the bathroom.

"Come on, Di," he said, swallowing hard as he looked at me, "We need to get back on the road."