Hello, my name is Fallon. I am 21 years old and I have a birthday coming up this August. The story I am about to tell is a spin off of a previous story that I wrote about daydreaming of incestuous sex with my father. What I am about to write takes place after our first incestuous encounter. I will write about the first time after this story. It is still something I hold dear, when I'm ready to tell it I will write it as a prequel to this one.***
*****All Characters in this story are above the age of 18*****
Hello it's me, Fallon again. It has been awhile but here I sit once again with a story to tell to you all. You may recall from the last story that I wrote, I had daydreamed of sex with my Dad. It was something that I had masturbated thinking of for years, it just tripped my trigger and those thoughts gave me massive orgasms.
Well things had really started before this story, but I will write about that at a later time. Right now I am still recovering from this past weekend. I'll tell you about it.
Friday I had things all planned, early in the day I would be joining a few friends down at Tipton Rock. Tipton is a large stream way out in the country outside the small town where I live, it used to be a very popular place to swim for everyone adventurous. It got the name Tipton Rock from the large twenty foot high natural rock over hang, but not many people go there any more these days. We spent most of the day there swimming and getting some sun. Mid-afternoon I decided to pack my things up, go to the store and shop for dinner for my Dad when he got home from work.
My Dad works for a trucking company hauling large flatbed loads and he is out for two weeks at a time. I live with him so I can take care of the house for him while he is away, and it helps me a lot because I don't have to worry about rent until I head off to college in 2009. The past few years I've been like both a daughter and a wife in ways, meaning I take care of the house, the bills, dinner and laundry while he is gone and when he is home. I never minded it, I guess I have been growing up and not doing so much of the teen stuff that I used to do. I like taking care of things and when he gets home, taking care of him, as he has worked very hard since I was born to save for my college.
While I was at the store my cell phone rang and it was Dad, he would be arriving at home around eight thirty this evening. Well, that was enough time to finish up shopping and to take my time getting dinner ready, maybe even enough time to take a nude dip in our pool while I wait on him.
I got home and unloaded the groceries, it was only six thirty and I still needed to get all of that old creek water off of me. After a very hot shower I didn't bother to towel off, I just went through the kitchen and out on the deck and jumped into the pool in my birthday suit. The cool water felt really good on my skin, my nipples instantly rock hard as I came up for breath. I floated around for a while enjoying the water, then it was time to start dinner. I went to my room and put on a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tank top, not bothering with my bra and underwear as they would be off soon enough anyway.
It wasn't long, just as I got everything done and the table set, Dad walked in, I was so happy to see him as he had been gone two weeks. I ran over to him like I was child again enthusiastically greeting him, but unlike when I was a little girl instead of just hugging him tight, I planted a full kiss on his lips. He was a bit startled at first but soon warmed up and reciprocated my kiss, his tongue snaking between my lips and his hands finding my body. God it felt great to have him home again, the last time he was home we had opened a new door in our lives and it felt great. Breaking the kiss I greeted him and hugged him as I always have, he was glad to be home again.
"Oh whats this? Oh sweety it's so nice to come home to a home cooked dinner, almost as good as coming home to such a beautiful woman and it's my daughter no less."
I beamed a big smile at him, I felt the same way.
"Oh Dad you know I'll take care of things around here, and I'll take care of more than just dinner too", I said with a wink and a smile.
I loved this, it was better than the way I used to tease him because now I knew I could back up what I was saying without fear of rejection. He turned a little red in the face at my comment, I guess it was all still pretty new to him and he was still nervous. I felt the slight nervousness in my gut as well, but it was replaced by a sudden wetness in my nethers. We sat down to eat, I had fixed porterhouse steaks medium-rare with baked potatoes, pasta salad and fresh baked rolls. As we ate we talked about the normal stuff, things that went on around here while he was gone, things that went on for him on the road and eventually onto the topic of my college and plans.
After we had finally finished I got up to grab us a couple of bottles of beer that I had picked up earlier at the store from the fridge. We went and sat in the living room and talked some more while we drank. A bit later Dad decided he needed a shower, I said ok and that I was going to see what was on TV while he was in the shower. He hesitated for a second, I suppose he might have been slightly disappointed that I wasn't going to hop right in the shower with him. But I had other plans for him, when he was in the shower I stripped off my shorts and tank top and stretched out on the cool leather of the couch and waited. I found a good movie and laid back, and not a moment later I started to run my fingers over my freshly shaved mound.
It felt so damn sexy, it was so smooth and down lower felt really hot. I sighed as I traced my fingers over my labia, I felt my warm dampness between them as I roamed around my slit. It felt so good just my light touches, that I closed my eyes and spaced out on the sensation. A moment later I felt like I was being watched and opened my eyes to find I was right.
Dad was standing there in the doorway of the kitchen and living room with two newly opened beers in his hands. He was smiling like a cheshire cat, looking at me. He was wearing the red and black flannel house coat I had gotten him last Christmas, and his waist area tented out obscenely like some huge circus tent. I found myself in a state of awe and shock at first, being caught playing with myself. I regained my senses and shot a wide eyed smile back at him thinking it was silly to think like I would have before he and I had made love the first time.