Taylor's Daddy Obsession

All characters are 18+. This is purely a work of fiction. With that said, enjoy!

Sigh...

My family and I were all sitting at the dinner table like we usually do. We were eating Mom's home cooked meal. Dad and Mom were talking about everything under the sun, but I couldn't focus on anything they said. I was lost.

Why couldn't I focus?

Because my imagination was running wild.

What was my brain imagining?

Well... before I tell you that, I have to tell you when all of this started.

I'm an 18-year-old that is ready to go to college. Everyone in school wanted me. I had 5'5, had long blonde hair, curves in all the right places, and a big set of boobs. They were at least a DD. The boys drooled over them. I liked the attention, but I loved the attention I got from the male teachers even more. Something about the forbidden just got me wet like no other.

But it wasn't until later that I understood why I specifically liked their attention more.

I never did anything with them, but I loved to see them get riled up. I wore shirts that hung low and went to school without a bra. I got an amazing thrill when I saw the effect I had on them. I couldn't even count on both of my hands how many times I caused boners to suddenly sprout. Teachers and students alike.

It wasn't until I was masturbating in my room that I had an epiphany.

I didn't like porn, so I used my imagination. I was thinking of me seducing one of the male teachers when halfway through his face changed. It was my dad's face. The change shocked me for a second, but the buildup towards my orgasm was so close that I came as soon as I saw his face. The shocks and aftershocks were violent. I hadn't come that hard. Ever.

I had found my obsession.

And it was my own dad.

So here we were at the dinner table and all I could think about was his dick. Why would I be thinking about that? I had accidentally seen it when he was showering. Ok... it might have not been an accident, but I did see it. Dad wasn't the biggest. He was actually quite small, but I found it cute. I could just imagine that little dick trying its hardest to pleasure mom and it was hil-ar-i-ous.

I imagined what it would feel like in my hand. I imagined what it would be like for dad to use my mouth as his personal glory hole. I licked my lips. I'd let him face fuck me until his balls were drained. God... Dad did have some big balls. I could practically smell his muck. The sounds of me sucking his dick playing over and over in my head. My nose twitched because it felt itchy. I knew it wasn't really, but it would be if I was sucking his dick. Dad had pubes for days, so my face would be all up in that. I wouldn't mind, though. It was more manly than being clean shaven. I liked my men with a little bit of hair on them.

"Honey? Arre you alright?" Mom said from across the dinner table.

I blinked. "Huh? Uh- yeah, yeah, I'm ok mom." I answered.

"You sure you're all right, sweetpea?" Dad chimed in.

"Guys, I'm fine. Stop worrying." I replied, pushing my fork through my food.

"Well, if you're sure..." Mom said, seemingly unconvinced.

I wasn't all right, but I couldn't tell them what was bothering me. How could I just blurt out that I was obsessed with Dad and his dick? I couldn't. My eyes flitted over to Dad and he was watching me from the side. Surprise flickered over my face when I saw what he was looking at. Or should I say what two things he was looking at. Dad's eyes were firmly on my boobs. I couldn't believe it. I had been wearing skimpier clothing around the house, but I didn't think it affected him.

I guess I was wrong.

Needing to check, my eyes moved towards his dick and I could see his pants had tented up a little. I could not believe this. My dad was looking at my boobs and he was hard. He was hard because of me! I guess I couldn't blame him... I felt myself becoming aroused. My panties already felt sticky. The more I rubbed my thighs together the more my wetness spread.

I looked up to see Mom and Dad still talking. His eyes weren't on me anymore. My fingers twitched. I was about to do something so stupid, but I didn't care. This could ruin our family. I could ruin our family.

But I was still going to do it anyway.

Our dinner table cover was too big for the actual table and draped off the ends. It provided the perfect cover for what I was about to do.

With my eyes set straight forward, my hand slowly drifted to my dad's crotch. He wasn't looking at me, so he'd get the surprise of a lifetime. Dad wanted to stare at my boobs? Cool, I'll give him something even better. A reward for wanting me.

My hand was now near his leg, so I quickly made my move. I cupped my dad's dick and balls through his pants, gently massaging them with my magic fingers. Dad jolted in his seat at the unexpected contact, which resulted in him spilling some of his food. He quickly looked down, then at me with wide eyes. I could see fear and confusion in them, but I also saw deep seated lust. Raw and powerful.

"Dear? Is everything all right?" Mom asked.

"Just spilled something. You know how clumsy I am sometimes." Dad replied with a nervous chuckle.

Mom wasn't even paying attention to me, which was good. My massage was working because Dad's dick had gotten fully hard. I didn't care if he was small. I just cared that it was his.

"So, honey? Everything going ok at school?" Mom asked, now looking at me.

"Everything's great, mom." I replied, still fondling my dad's junk.

Dad was now squirming in his chair, but that didn't stop me. My fingers started to fiddle with his zipper and I heard Dad breathing pick up. I was beyond soaked by now and was fully committed to jacking Dad off while we were at the dinner table. This whole situation was hot. Mom was right there. She didn't know her husband was about to get a handjob. A handjob from his own daughter, no less.

"Any guys catch your eyes?" Mom asked.

"Actually... I am sort of into this one guy." I said vaguely.

I finally got Dad's zipper open and slowly pulled his boxers down enough so I could start this mind-blowing experience.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he's a little older, but I think I really like him." I said with a grin.

My hands ghosted over Dad's pubes, which I sensually rubbed my fingers through. From the corner of my eye, I saw Dad shudder. I bit my lip in excitement. I moved a little lower and finally grasped his dick in my hand. I didn't do anything right away. I wanted to savor the feeling of him in my hand.

"Will we ever meet him?" Mom questioned.

"You have met him already." I said, a mischievous smirk on my face.

"What? I have?" Mom said, surprised.

Dad was in his own little world, but now he looked super nervous. He knew I was playing a dangerous game. I wouldn't say anything, though. I was just playing around a little.

"Mhm." I replied.

I decided this was the moment to start, so I started to slowly pump dad's hard dick. I could see dad biting his cheek. I'm sure he wanted to moan in pleasure, but held back because of the insane situation we were in.

"Do we know him?"

"Oh, you know him." I said.

I stopped my pumping and retracted my hand from dad's dick. His eyes shot to mine. He looked like I had just taken his favorite toy away from him. I fake coughed into that same hand so I could spit in it. Lube makes everything better.

"Hmmm..." Mom hummed contemplatively.

I'm sure mom was thinking of all the men in my life. Mom could think forever and still not come up with the right answer. She could guess and guess and guess, but would have never guessed that it was a man who was so close to home. A man she knew very well.

"Do you think you know who it is?" I asked playfully.

My hand creeped back to dad's dick and started pumping again. This time, I was stroking his dick with my spit in his hands. God, if this went on any longer, then I'd cream my pants.

"Is it Alex?" Mom guessed.

"Nope." I replied, popping the p.

I looked over to see a totally blissed out dad who was back in his own world. Mom didn't seem to notice too deep in thought trying to guess this mystery man. The whole thing was laughable.

"Dante?" Mom guessed again.

I laughed.

"Definitely not." I answered.

I sped up my stroking. Dad's hands clenched the sides of the chair hard and I could see he was using all of his willpower to not give anything away. I loved the feel of dad's dick. It fit perfectly in my hands. I decided to use my pointer finger to rub the base of the tip. Dad let a small moan out, which drew mom's attention.

"Dear? Are you sure you're feeling all right?" Mom asked in a concerned tone.

"I'm fine." Dad replied, waving away mom's concern.

"Well... if you're really sure."

I went even faster and was sure that dad wouldn't last much longer. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. I kept at it until I saw dad's balls scrunch up in preparation and I knew he would bust his load everywhere soon.

"I'm all out of guess, Taylor. For the life of me, I cannot think of who it could be." Mom said, brows furrowed.

"Well, I'll give you a hint. His names starts with D." I said with a giggle.

That did it for dad. He busted his load all over my hand. Thick ropes of his cum covered my hand as I continued to pump him through his orgasm. Dad couldn't hold back anymore and moaned loudly at the amazing orgasm he was having. I was sure this was the best handjob he had ever gotten.

"Dear?!" Mom said, startled. "I knew you weren't fine. Let me go get a thermometer so we can take your temperature." Mom said, leaving the dinner table.

Dad finally stopped cumming. He had painted my hand white. I was mesmerized by the sight. I just couldn't help myself. I pulled my hand back, looked into my dad's eyes, and began sensually licking off all of the cum that was on my hand.

"God, Taylor..." Dad moaned out.

When I finished, I smiled at dad proudly. He shook his head at me, but I knew he enjoyed himself. I looked around and mom hadn't come back yet. An amazing idea popped into my head. I scooted my chair back and crawled under the table.

"Taylor, what are you-"

Dad didn't have time to question me because he heard mom's footsteps, which meant she was coming back.

"Found it! Sorry dear, I know I was a little long, but we can take your temperature now." I heard mom say.

"All right..." Dad acquiesced, knowing there was nothing he could do.

"Wait. Where did Taylor go?" Mom asked.

"O-oh, she uh- went to the... bathroom! Yes, she said she had to go to the bathroom." Dad replied.

I rolled my eyes at his stammering.

"Alright then."

I was under the table, but I was in the middle. I crawled on my hands and got closer to my objective. I was going to reward dad for giving me so much delicious cum. I'm sure he saw what I was about to do in porn before.

It was a good thing Dad pulled his pants back up because mom was beside him now. I could do nothing...but I wanted to keep pushing. I wasn't going to do anything to him. Yet. But I could tease him!

"All right, dear, open up." Mom said.

Dad did as she requested and opened his mouth for the thermometer. If only mom knew that it wasn't a temperature that made dad moan... That it was her daughter's hands that made her husband make those lewd sounds.

Right now, I was by dad's legs. I gently tapped them to get his attention. He looked down and went wide eyed again when he saw I had removed my top. Everything was in plain view. My DD's were out to play.

I mouthed 'like what you see?' and dad could only subtly nod at the question. His eyes were glued to my boobs. I wanted to giggle. Men were so simple. I could see he was getting hard again. His hands twitched with want. I knew he wanted to feel them, but he needed to be patient.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The noise of the thermometer going off had mom rushing over to see if dad had a 'fever'.

"Now let's see here... huh? You don't have a fever. Hmmm...."

"See? I told you it wasn't anything to worry about. Now, can we finish dinner?" Dad asked a little annoyed.

I wanted to giggle again at his tone. Looked like someone was getting impatient and wanted his reward sooner rather than later. Oh, I'd give him his reward all right.

"I suppose... But what about Taylor? She's not back yet. I'm sure she'd want to finish her food, too." Mom questioned.

Oh, I'll be eating something all right...

"I'm sure she'll be down soon, love. Let's just finish eating." Dad responds gruffly.

"Alright dear."

I hear mom moving away from dad and sitting back down in the chair. Tingles spread all over my skin when I realized she was here again. Her legs were right there, inches away from me. The handjob was one thing, but now I was about to blow her husband while she had no idea. I almost wanted to groan at how dirty my thoughts were.

My parents resumed talking as they ate and I moved even closer to dad's legs. He didn't show any signs that he knew I was now between his legs, but I knew he knew I was there. After all, we didn't want mom to find out what we were doing.

I slowly worked dad's pants down again, but just so his dick and balls were out again. It seemed better than having his boxers and pants near his ankles. I pressed my nose against his crotch and breathed in his musk. His dick twitched at the action. He smelled amazing. There was nothing like the stench of a man.

My brain couldn't process that this was the dick that made me. The semen in that sack created me.

How about I reward his balls for their amazing work?

That was what I did. I opened my mouth and took one of his balls in. I made sure to swish it around my hot warm mouth. Dad's balls were hairy, but that didn't stop me from sucking everything off his delicious sack. I popped the right one out and went to work on the left, doing the same thing I did to the other one.

Dad's hips twitched in reaction to the sucking. His dick begging for attention.

Saliva now allover his balls, I set my sights on the dick that was in front of my face. It stood - well short - but dad was definitely hard. I slowly licked him from base to tip like it was a popsicle. Except I liked the flavor of this one waaaaaaay better.

At this point, I had drowned out everything else around me. I didn't care anymore. My one mission was to suck my dad's dick. I started out at the fleshy pink tip. I sucked and licked it. Dad's hips were still twitching, but he needed to be patient. It would be better this way. After I had gone to town on his tip, I took his entire length in my mouth. It surprised dad because I heard him grunt softy, but not enough to alert mom. I started out slow. Going up and down his shaft with my mouth. Dad was loving it because his hips were matching my rhythm.

"Dear, are you even paying attention?" Mom asked, peeved.

Uh-oh. Moms mad now...

I heard mom's chair scrape the floor and she started walking over to dad. Dad panicked and scooted his chair all the way in to hide what was happening below the table. I didn't care. I kept blowing dad.

"Of course I was love!" Dad responded.

It sounded like mom had made it over to dad.

"How about I make you pay attention?" Mom whispered.

What?

"What?" Dad asked, confused, just like me.

Dad let out a surprised gasp and I started hearing them make out. If what I was doing wasn't already hot, then this was. Mom was making out with dad while I was blowing him.

My hand drifted its way to my pussy and started furiously rubbing my clit. I needed some relief. This situation was too good to be true and I knew I would have an earth shattering orgasm because of it.

"Dear, when did you become such a good kisser?" Mom asked, breathing labored.

Probably because he's getting his dick sucked...

"Guess I'm just motivated, love." Dad responded with a nervous chuckle.

"Awwww." Mom said, taking the compliment that wasn't meant for her.

Dad's hand found my hair and he started using my mouth as his personal fucktoy. He slammed his dick roughly into my mouth over and over and over again. Drool started to seep out of the side of my mouth. I didn't gag, though. Didn't have a gag reflex. I was so proud of myself when I found that out.

YES! USE ME! RAM THAT DICK INTO YOUR DAUGHTERS MOUTH.

My thoughts were whirling as the onslaught of my mouth continued. Dad and mom must have started kissing again because I heard their sloppy make-out session resume.

"How about we try that special thing you like tonight? Wouldn't you like that, dear?" Mom whispered.

Dad must have really liked whatever that 'special' thing because he hilted himself fully into my throat, balls scrunching, and he shot more thick creamy rope of his cum down my throat. Dad's hand was gripping my hair tight, but I didn't care. My nose was buried in his pubes and he was giving me his all.

What more could a girl ask for?

After about the seventh shot of cum, I could feel dad's length the start to go soft and the grip on my hair released. Even though he came, I still made sure to lick him clean of all fluids. I needed to make sure all the evidence was gone. Didn't want mom to be suspicious.

"I'll be upstairs. Waiting." Mom said as she made her way up the stairs.

I guess dad was going to get lucky. Again.