Part 1 - Cindy
We had been planning it for over two years, a family vacation that would probably be the last one we all had together. I had banked my two weeks of vacation at the engineering firm I worked at for the last two years and this year, with my five year anniversary, I had picked up week number three. So I had seven weeks and Dad had just retired and my brother, David, was supposed to have graduated from college. But somehow he had miss calculated his credit hours and was three short of the requirement. So he decided that summer quarter was the best option. He would graduate in August and could start a serious job search in early September.
We were all disappointed, but understanding. We made motel reservations for the first three nights and planned on being as flexible as possible beyond that. With wi-fi available in almost any motel or fast food joint and even having internet on our smart phones we figured it would be easy to make sure we didn't have to sleep in the car.
The plan was for Mom, Dad and I to leave early Saturday morning and head west. Thursday afternoon, it looked like the whole plan might go to pot! Mom got a phone call from the dean at the local community college. Would she consider teaching the scrap booking course that she had wanted to teach for the last three years? Please? They had an open spot in their summer quarter and they wanted her to fill it. That's right, summer quarter. She would have to start Monday and the course would run eight weeks. They offered pay that was twice what she had expected and told her that if there was enough interest it would become a regular offering in their course book.
Talk about mixed emotions! We were thrilled to death for her, but the thought of cancelling our family vacation was heart breaking!
"No!" she said. "You and Daddy can go without me, Cindy! You've always been close and this might be the last chance you get to really spend time together. We have no idea when we might get another chance to do this. Besides, the motel reservations have already been made for the first three nights and you know what sights you want to see and ... Well, you just have to go without me."
Daddy was reluctant, but she convinced him that we should go. Saturday morning at 6:30 he and I climbed into the SUV, two suitcases and some miscellaneous stuff in the back, and waved to Mom and David as we pulled out of the drive. We talked constantly for the first day, rehashing the plans to stop and see this or that and spend a day or two here or there. We pulled into the first of our booked hotels at about 5:30, checked in and went to a nearby ribs joint for dinner. At 8:00 we popped into the motel lounge for a couple of drinks and listened to the guy playing the piano until after 9.
"Baby, I am really tired. I guess the long drive and the scotch have just about done me in."
"Me, too, Dad. Maybe we can find something really boring on the TV!"
Mom and Dad and I had shared motel rooms so many times over the years that we hadn't considered any other arrangement. The room had a pair of queen sized beds and Dad took the one furthest from the door, leaving me easy access to the bathroom. I fiddled with the TV while he did his thing in there and then went in to get ready for bed myself. When I came back out, wearing the shorty nightgown I loved to sleep in, he was in bed asleep.
The next day and evening were almost an exact duplicate of the first. By the time I'd gotten ready for bed, Dad was sound asleep. Monday we didn't have quite so far to drive, and after we checked in we did a little sight seeing. Dad didn't seem quite so tired when we got back to the motel at 10:00. For the first time he was awake to see me come out of the bathroom in my nightgown. I hadn't realized how close to see through it was until Daddy, sitting up in his bed, whistled!
"Daddy!"
He laughed. "I'm sorry, Cindy. You obviously don't realize just how hot you look in that!"
"Daddy!"
He laughed again. "Go to bed, Princess."
An hour later, the TV had been off for about 20 minutes and I was nearly asleep when I heard heavy breathing from the bed beside mine. I had thought Dad was asleep half an hour ago. I opened my eyes, and looked over without moving any more than I had to. Daddy was lying on the covers with his hand around his very big erection! His hand moved up and down a few times before he licked it and went back to stroking his cock. His breathing grew more and more ragged, as though he really needed to cum, but didn't seem to be able to.
"Daddy," I whispered. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, my god, Cindy!" He jumped and tried to pull the covers over himself, but he was laying on them and couldn't get enough free to cover his hard-on. "Oh, shit, Cindy! I thought you were asleep! I'm sorry, Baby. You weren't supposed to see that."
"Why not, Daddy? There's nothing to be ashamed of if you need to masturbate. We all do occasionally. And it's not like I never saw a man's cock before. Damn, Daddy, I'm not some innocent teeny-bobber!"
"Still, Princess ..."
"It's OK, Dad."
"I'm sorry, Honey, it's just that your Mom and I, we, well, we ..."
"Are you trying to say you don't have sex very often, Dad?"
"Well, not for the last several months."
"You haven't had sex for several months!"
"No." It was almost a whisper.
I think it was about then that I realized he was still holding his cock and it was still very erect. I moved from my bed and knelt on the floor beside him.
"Let me help, Daddy." I pushed his hand away and took that beautiful big cock in my hand.
"Oh, god, no, Baby! No!" He tried to move my hand, but I wouldn't let him.
"Sh. Just lay back and let me do this for you." I licked my palm and began slowly stroking him, squeezing and releasing and licking my hand again and stroking him until after a few minutes I felt him stiffen and then he exploded, squirting load after load of hot cum all over both of us.
"Go to sleep, now, Daddy."
"But .."
"Go to sleep, Dad."
"Okay."
Minutes later he was snoring gently. I waited fifteen minutes more before I slipped quietly into the bathroom and slid two fingers into my throbbing pussy. The next morning we acted as though nothing had happened.
I made up my mind shortly after lunch. I would be in control. I would be the one who decided what and when. I didn't say anything to Daddy, but when we checked into the motel I knew it would be my way and I was in control.
We had dinner at a local sea food eatery and I suggested that we spend a few minutes in the lounge before turning in. It was almost 10:00 when we got back to the room. As usual, Daddy got ready while I got something on the tube and then I went into the bathroom. When I came out, he was under the covers watching the TV. I went to his bed, and pulled the covers back.
"Cindy!"
"Sh. I know what you need, Daddy."
I pulled his p.j. bottom down and took his cock in my hand. He started to object, but his cock jumped to attention and he took a deep breath and let me start stroking. I took my time, working gently and slowly, licking my palm occasionally, until almost ten minutes later I felt him stiffen, gasp and he squirted several large loads of cum over both of us. I licked the gooey string from my hand, kissed Daddy gently on the lips and told him to go to sleep.
Wednesday evening I changed the game up a bit. We'd had another short driving day and done a bit of sight seeing before eating dinner. Our motel room was a carbon copy of a million others, two queen size beds, a desk, a few chairs and a TV. Daddy expected the same routine, going into the bathroom to get ready for bed. But when he came out, the TV wasn't on. And I didn't go into the bathroom to change into my nightie. Instead, I stood at the foot of his bed and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. Daddy gasped as I pulled my shorts, one inch at a time, over my hips and let them drop to the floor. My bra hooked in front and I took my time about shedding it.
By the time I had pushed my panties to the floor and stood totally naked at the foot of his bed, Daddy's cock was ready and hard, his breathing already ragged. I pulled on the bottom of his p.j. legs and he lifted his ass to let them slide off. Pushing his legs apart, I crawled up between them and teased his hard-on with my finger tips for several minutes before taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him and then slowly pulled him into my mouth. God, his cock tasted so good! I worked him very slowly, sucking gently as I pulled my mouth back to the tip of his hard-on, teasing with my tongue, and then pushing my mouth all the way to the base of his cock.
He came much too soon! I wanted this to last for hours! The only thing that I liked even close to as much as a big hard cock in my cunt, is a big hard cock in my mouth. Daddy's cock is really big, and that night it was really hard! He stiffened, arched his back slightly, and started pumping cum into my mouth. I swallowed, and sucked some more. I wanted to drain him, drink every bit of his cum. I kept sucking until he dropped his ass back onto the bed and sighed.
"God, Cindy! That was incredible!"
"Thank you, Dad! I rather liked it myself!"
"Can I ..."
"Go to sleep, Daddy."
"But, you ..."
"Go to sleep."
I stood and pulled my nightgown over my head and climbed into my own bed. Ten minutes later, as Daddy snored, I went quietly into the bathroom and slid two fingers into my pussy. Tomorrow night would be a little different!
Thursday night was different. We were in the middle of nowhere with nothing to see and nothing to do. We had driven longer than usual, eaten at a very bland chicken place and listened to a third rate piano player in the lounge and headed to our room at a little after 9.
Daddy started to go into the bathroom with his p.j. bottoms, but I stopped him.
"Come here, Dad." I was sitting in the one easy chair in the corner of the room. He walked slowly to me, not sure what I had in mind. "Take off your shirt." He hesitated only a moment before doing just as I asked. I unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his slacks. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them one leg at a time, pushing them to the side and standing in front of me in his boxers. I watched for a few moments as his cock started to harden, pushing the front of his shorts toward me. And then I pushed the shorts slowly to the floor.
"You have got an awesome cock, Dad." I took the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled it with the tip of my tongue for just a moment.
I stood up and gently pushed him toward the chair.
"Your turn to sit for a few minutes." I directed. I loved being in such complete control.
My blouse buttoned up the front and I released each button very slowly, starting at the bottom and taking several minutes to finally undo all of them. I very slowly opened the front of it and slid it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor behind me. My bra was a skin colored lace that fastened in front. I acted like I was going to release it and then changed my mind. Instead I slowly unzipped my jeans. My panties were very small bikinis that matched my bra.
