Wardrobe - Time for a Tidy

Thank you for reading my short story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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I was back at my parent's home for a few weeks having split from a boyfriend I had sort of been staying with, staying there most nights of the week. It had been his flat, we hadn't worked out, I left. Mum and Dad didn't mind, they just liked to know I was happy, I wasn't fussed either way, I came and went as I liked. I was between jobs at the moment, so cheap lodgings with parents was a good option.

My friend Sophie came round and we lay on my bed kicking our legs and just chatting.

"I have to tell you something Jules and you mustn't breath a word. Promise."

"Okay, promise. What Sophe?"

"I shagged my Dad. Well more accurately, he shagged me."

"What? How, why? No forget why, how?"

"Mum was out at Grans, and I had just come out of the shower and had put just my robe on and went down to make a cup of tea."

"Yes, okay, tea, come on Sophe."

"Well, I made my tea and turned around and Dad was stood there. My robe had come undone without me realising, so I was flashing everything, my cunny was on display, my boobs, everything, and I was just standing there with a mug of tea in my hand."

"Well, yes, so your Dad saw your everything, how did that become shagging."

"He was only wearing a pair of shorts and as I looked at him and then I looked down. I could see his shorts moving as his dick grew and then it popped through the hole that men have in their shorts."

"Oh my God, how did it look?" Obviously having lived with a guy, I was well versed in dicks and how they looked, but, well, you know, you do like to know these things.

"It looked very hard and was jutting straight forwards, not upwards like Phil's."

Phil is her boyfriend who she shags whenever she can. Younger than her Dad, so he had a pointy up dick, not a pointy forward dick.

"I looked at his dick and then his face and I guess I must have smiled, I don't know, but he walked up to me and took the mug of tea out of my hand. He picked me up and sat me on the work surface, pushed my legs apart, bent forward and kissed my cunny."

"What? He went down on you, your Dad?"

"Yes. God, he knows how to use his tongue, my clitty was hard and he was dabbing at it, his fingers were pressing at my hole, and then he pushed and they were inside me."

"Oh my God, what did you say?"

"I didn't say fuck all Jules, I was too busy gasping. It felt so weird, I mean Phil fingers me all the time, he even sucks me, but this was different. There was an intensity about Dad, an intention, a purpose, it felt different, and I knew I was about to get fucked."

"Oh my God that is insane."

"I know. Dad stopped kissing and fingering, he pulled me forwards and I slipped down, and his dick pushed inside me. I was half off the work surface impaled on Dad's dick. God, it felt so good. He was still wearing his shorts, but his dick was deep in my cunny. Dad began to rock, and I was being fucked by my Dad in the kitchen, neither of us naked."

"Oh my God Sophe."

"I know, I know. Dad was going faster and faster, my bum was digging into the edge of the work surface and my cunny was being stretched and pummelled. I held on around Dad's neck as best as I could and then he finished, I felt his spunk shoot into my cunny and he grunted and stopped."

"Jesus."

"Dad pushed me back up to the work surface and his dick left my cunny, and he passed me my mug of tea, turned around and left."

"What? What? Did he say anything?"

"No, nothing. I was sat on the work surface with his spunk dripping from my cunny onto the floor."

"My God, how did that feel?"

"Fucking fantastic, absolutely fucking fantastic, I mean, I didn't orgasm or anything, but it felt good, so fucking good. I think I still had Dad's spunk in my when I saw Phil last night."

"Oh my God, did you and Phil do it?"

"Hell yeah, in the back of his car behind the Chinese, in the precinct loading area. All Phil said was that I must have really wanted it because I was so wet."

"Jesus Sophe, what are you like?"

She laughed. Wow, that was so intense, she didn't even get to see his balls or anything, just a shag on the work surface and dripping.

"Well, I didn't really get time to shower before Phil came round, first Dad was in there, and then Mum was talking to me, and then all of a sudden Phil was there."

"Oh my God, are you going to shag your Dad again?"

"First chance I get, and I am going to nail him hard and suck his dick too, I want to know how it compares, and my mouth is the best judge of that."

I knew what she meant, your fanny just adjusts, so most dicks just sort of feel the same, but your mouth doesn't, a dick either goes down your throat, or it doesn't. Either is fine, but at least you know, fat dick, thinner dick.

After Sophie left I wondered a bit about Dad, I hadn't really ever considered shagging him, I mean, he was just Dad, you know? Would I? Yeah, I suppose I would, I didn't have a boyfriend at the moment, and well, a nice bit of meat wouldn't hurt, but there was no way I was going to try and seduce Dad, no, not going to happen.

I lay in bed that night, my fingers between my legs, imagining being shagged by my Dad, my dreams got very hot.

One thing about moving out of home, you tend to realise that you need to sort your wardrobe out. I had clothes in there from back in my teenage days. I needed to sort my clothes into three piles, Recycling, Not Now, and Yes Now. I suppose there should be also a 'doesn't fit' pile, but I hadn't really changed size in years, pretty much the same since I hit mid teens and that was now ages ago, twenty one was next.

I emptied my clothes out of the wardrobe onto my bed and started sorting them into the three piles, although the Recycle pile wasn't growing much, I needed to be more objective. I stripped to my undies and started trying things on to see how they looked. That helped me decide. One dress I thought I liked, I really hated when I saw myself in the mirror. That got almost ripped off and put in the R pile.

"Wanna cup of Tea," Dad called up to me, "Yes please I yelled back."

Back to my clothes, the next dress was one I didn't used to love a lot, it was only just below my crotch, and that is fine, it just seemed to hang wrong. I put it on and had another look. No, I like it now, yes definitely a keep. Off it came and into the Now pile.

"Here you are baby," Dad said as he came in with the teas. He passed one to me and then sat on my bedroom chair. "What are you up to? Looks like a charity shop in here."

"I am just sorting my clothes Dad," I said. To me it was obvious, there I was in my underwear with an empty wardrobe and clothes everywhere.

"Yeah, I kinda guessed that. Mind if I sit, I might be able to give you an opinion on some of them."

"No, that's fine, stay." Not that I was going to take much notice of Dad's opinions on my clothes. Never had, probably never would.

I picked up a strappy dress and pulled it on over my head, stretching it across my boobs, and then smoothing it down. I looked in the mirror, yes that looked really good. I grabbed the hem and pulled over my head, folded it, and added to the Yes pile.

I turned around and bent over sorting through the pile of clothes, I found a bustier that I had forgotten about. "Eyes shut Dad," I said and took off my bra. The bustier was a bit of a sod to do up, and Dad didn't need to watch me trying to get into it, eventually I managed after much heaving of my boobs.

"Okay, you can open them again."

I posed in front of the mirror, turning this way and then that and decided that I was fuck off hot in the bustier, and it would be a killer when I had the appropriately matching knickers. The bustier had its own built-in suspenders for stockings.

"Jesus," Dad said, I ignored him, I didn't need his comments on my underwear, he probably still thought I was a little girl and didn't need sexy clothes.

I turned my back to Dad and undid the bustier and took it off, adding it to the Yes pile, realising Dad would have seen my boobs as I turned to the pile. I turned away and put my bra back on, hoiking my boobs into the bra cups.

Some leggings next, I sat on the bed and pulled them up over my knickers, and looked in the mirror, not sure, even with knickers on, they gave me a bit of a camel, and with the seam running vertically across the front it was an awful look. They would be okay under a long top, so I sat down and pulled them off, managing to pull my knickers half off in the process. As I stood up Dad would have seen my bum, and between my legs, so be it, I put the leggings on the Yes pile and then pulled my knickers back up.

"Bored yet Dad?" I asked, "I am just going to be trying clothes on, is all, not exciting at all."

"No, not bored, I guess I hadn't realised how much of a woman you had become."

"Dad, I lived with my boyfriend, I don't need to spell it out, but, really, I am all woman."

"As I can see, and no, you don't need to spell it out," and I realised as I looked across at him, that he had developed quite a bulge. Had I really done that, wow.

"Oh Dad." I went back to my clothes. A few more dresses and skirts and the occasional blouse. One I discarded because it was way too tight across my bust, either it had shrunk or my boobs had mysteriously grown, which I didn't think they had, I had been in the same 36DD bra since I was fifteen.

"Er, Love," Dad said.

"Yes Dad,"

"Knicker malfunction, your fanny is hanging out."

"Ta." Oh God, that I didn't need but I wasn't going to make a big thing out of it. I simply put a finger in each side of my leg holes and ran them down and around my inner thigh, resetting the errant gusset. Dad had seen my fanny lips, oh well, every woman has them. I looked across at him again, if anything his bulge was even bigger.

"Sorry about that," I said pointing to his crotch before turning and picking up a skirt. I stepped into it and did it up. It was a bight tight, and a bit short. I would have worn it a few years ago, but not now. Into the R pile it went after I had undone it and slipped it down my legs, bending over to pick it up.

"Jeez," Dad gasped.

"You alright Dad?" I asked turning to him.

"Sorry love, I couldn't help that, it's just that when you bend over, well, look, sorry, but that is a hell of a view with your knickers tightly stretched over you, sorry, but there it is. Sorry."

I turned and faced Dad and made a decision. My bed was covered in clothes. Not in here.

"Come on Dad," I said grabbing his hand and pulling him into his bedroom. I knelt in front of him and slowly I undid his belt, and then the button at the top of his trousers. I slowly lowered his zip and pulled his trousers and underpants down his legs to puddle at his ankles.

"Lift," I said holding his right ankle, he lifted that leg, I pulled his foot out of the trousers and underpants then repeated with the left. He was stood half naked in front of me. I leant forward and wrapped my mouth around his dick and sucked.

"Oh fuck Julia," Dad gasped as I used a hand to pull his foreskin back and run my tongue around his glans. I let his dick fall from my mouth and stood back up. I undid the buttons on his shirt and eased it off him, he was now naked, that just left me.

I put my hands behind my back and undid my bra, leant forward and let it fall.

"Let me," Dad said his hands at the waist band of my knickers, pushing them down to my knees and then using his foot to push them the rest of the way.

There was no going back now. I pushed Dad towards the bed, and as he sat back on it, I knelt beside him before laying back. It was up to him now, I had effectively given him permission, but he had to make the next move.

He rolled to his knees and straddled me, then moved between my legs, I had thought he was simply going to stick his dick in and fuck me, but it seemed not. He bent down and blew along my crease, a tickle of pleasures and my legs parted even more, my fanny crease opening, revealing my inners. Dad ran a finger slowly down, my labia curling around his finger as it moved, pleasures coursing with his touch.

He shuffled back a little and bent further forward, replacing his finger with his tongue, I nearly exploded, my God, I mean I have received oral, but this was just something else, Dad wasn't using it to simply get me ready, Dad was intent on giving me pleasure, and pleasures he was giving me in abundance. My buttocks clenched, almost sucking the quilt cover into my arse.

A finger, no two, circled my entrance as his tongue pressed my hard little nubbin, circling, pressing in lightly, yet not penetrating, simply circling, and then going on, beyond, along my little crease beneath my fanny, and then pressing at my sphincter, again, not penetrating just pressing. It was so hot, so dirty I almost orgasmed on the spot, instead I gasped a mighty gasp and my back arched.

Teeth nibbled at my clitoris which seemed to grow, his chin pressing at my opening, his fingers moving back along my crease, back to my entrance. His chin lifted and his fingers again circled, this time penetrating my entrance and through to my opening, his tongue replacing his teeth on my clit. The pleasures were running wild, I hadn't known such a concentration of pleasure tremors before, yes, I had experienced each, pleasures from my clitty, pleasures from my fanny and pleasures from my arse, but never in the same movements. I could hardly breathe. My lungs were full, yet I couldn't breathe out, my breath seemed stuck, broken.

I felt his fingers slide deeper, knuckles passed my entrance, my G-spot hummed as a fingernail grazed across it, my body seemed to gulp in more air and my heels were digging into the mattress, my fingers scrabbling at the mattress, only grabbing at the quilt, no purchase, just filling between my fingers.

Dad opened his fingers inside me, my fanny stretching wide apart deep inside, still tightly gripping his fingers at my entrance. He wiggled his fingers, I gasped. He crooked his fingers, I gasped. He sucked my clitoris with his mouth, I gasped. My breathe was stuttering I was incoherent, I could not say anything.

Dad eased away, his fingers slid from me, my fanny felt cool and empty, my groin felt cold and abandoned, I was laying gasping looking up into my Dad's eyes. He moved up the bed and I felt his dick as it nudged my valley. Now, it was going to happen now, I was beyond being able to control the situation, my fanny was pulsing, my arse was twitching, I needed his dick inside me, he wasn't rushing.

He reached down and I felt him move his dick up and down my valley and then it settled at my entrance. He looked at me, his eyes fixing mine in his stare and his dick slowly pushed past my entrance and through my opening, my fanny opening before him. He paused, his dick twitched, pleasures ran riot in my groin, and he pushed in a little more.

I could feel his foreskin lag behind as his dick was surrounded, my fanny squeezing and gripping it. He pushed a little further, I felt a pulse ticking inside me, I felt his dick become pronounced as his foreskin bunched up behind his rim. He pushed further, how much deeper could he go, he was going so slowly I could hardly tell where he was, how deep he was.

He pushed further, I could feel his rim as it squeegeed my inside, scraping along, pushing towards my depth. He pushed further, I felt his balls rub against my thigh, my mouth still open, unable to speak, only to stare, not even to blink. He pushed further and he nudged my depth. He pushed again and he was pressed hard against my depth, my fanny now full of Dad's dick, his balls resting in my lower groin. I was possessed.

Dad smiled and then blew me a kiss as he began to slowly withdraw, I felt his dick become less pronounced to my feel as his foreskin began to roll over his rim, but his dick still as hard as iron as it slid inside me, this time withdrawing, my fanny still open and gaping where he had receded. He stopped at my entrance, and my fanny was crying out for its return, it was a void between my legs, it needed filling.

"Oof" I cried out as Dad slammed his dick into me, pressing hard at my end, no pulse felt, no foreskin felt, just the pressure of his dick as it filled my fanny and his balls bounced off my perineum.

Dad eased back, again stopping at my entrance, and then "oof," slamming back in, I gasped as he thrust, my fanny filled and then emptied, I had never experienced shagging like this, usually boys just can't wait to get their dick inside you and pump away as quick as they can. Not Dad, no, he was methodical, rhythmical, measured, his shagging at a steady tempo, his dick pressing hard against my depth and then waiting at my entrance, his pubis slapping against my mons as he drove in, my gasp as he reached my death joining the sexual sounds in the room.

He began to go faster, harder, my pleasures ringing around my body, my mouth gasping as he plumbed my depth, my fingers digging deep into his shoulders, my heels pressing on his buttocks. I realised his dick was making a slurp sound as it moved within me, God, was I that wet?

I was about to die, I could not breathe, my gulps dried up, my pressures had reached heart attack level, pleasures were coursing through my body, rivers of delight falling in torrents, my electrics ready to power a small city and Dad grunted and thrust harder than before and held deep inside me. I felt his dick spurt, I felt his sperms flood my womb and then I felt everything at once as my orgasm erupted, exploding though me and I screamed louder than I have ever screamed, my body bucked and every muscle spasmed as I planked on the bed before every simultaneously relaxed and I fell back to the mattress unable to speak or move.

Dad's dick slipped from my fanny and he rolled and lay besides me, my fanny dribbling Dad's spunk onto my parents bed. Neither of us spoke, I couldn't, Dad didn't.

"Hello," Mum's voice called from downstairs.