It's been a year since my mother left my dad and I for one of her flings. I guess she figured it was time for her to move on since my 18th birthday was right around the corner and she and my father haven't been happy for quite some time now. That was blatantly obvious when I caught her with one of her little flings in dad's garage six months before she left. She didn't even beg me not to tell dad; it was as if she wanted him to know. Six months later she left home and dad got a promotion at work, that's where my story begins.
Dad works for a private security firm, right before mom left the CEO of the firm stepped down due to medical reasons which lead Dad to believe he may lose his job. As fate may have it, right after my mother left, he was promoted to CEO of the security firm. Now he's never home, always at a meeting or something of that nature. I'm a freshman in college so sometimes I have friends over for small get togethers, but I spend most of my time alone at home studying.
We live in the house I grew up in, Dad inherited it from his mother after she died when I was young. It's a decent-sized house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms; it's got quite a bit of character. The paint on the outside is peeling, and the weeds have all but taken over the front and back yards. We haven't had a gardener here ever since Mom accused Dad of fucking the woman, she had only worked on our yard one time. The hardwood floors inside creek with familiarity and it smells of old wood and dust. My bedroom is the smallest room, just big enough for my twin-size bed, dresser, and desk. Dad's room is on the other side of the living room next to his office.
I sat at my desk and opened my laptop so I can check my classes and make sure everything is all taken care of for next semester at college. I go to a community college focusing on general studies right now until I decide what I want to get a degree in. I also have a part time job as a waitress at a diner downtown, Dad says he would rather I focus on my studies, but I like having some sense of independence. I was just finishing up with my school stuff when my phone went off, it's a text from my on and off boyfriend Luca. We met at the diner when I was a brand-new waitress and he was a cook, that was 9 months ago. The text read "Don't forget to send me my picture in the morning, baby girl." Shortly after we started talking, he introduced me to a power exchange lifestyle, basically he sets small little rules, and I am meant to follow them. In the past several months he's set a couple rules, mainly I'm supposed to send him a picture of me in my panties every morning, and I am to refer to him as Daddy, he even changed his contact's name in my phone to that. I replied with "Yes Daddy, I haven't forgotten." and put my phone on the charger so I could take a shower before bed.
While in the shower I heard my phone go off a couple more times, thinking it was just Luca with more of his shenanigans I decided to take my time in the shower. Once I was out, I checked my phone and I had a text from Dad, "Lock the door before you go to sleep, I won't be home tonight after the office, be safe I love you." I replied with "Okay. Where are you?" Ever since mom left Dad has been staying out late with his friends and tends to spend way too much time at the bar, so I can only assume he met some girl there and she took him home. He's a bad liar; I drifted to sleep while waiting for a reply from him.
The next morning, I woke up and hopped in the shower to freshen up and when I got out, I took Luca's picture and sent it quickly before throwing my work clothes on and heading to work. It wasnt until I went on lunch that I realized something was going on because I had three missed calls from Luca and one text message, as I read it my heart sank deep into my stomach. Luca said "Where is my morning picture? You know what happens when you dont obey Daddy." I quickly exited our thread and went to my inbox and my worst fear was confirmed, I sent the picture to my Dad this morning when I was in a rush getting ready for work. Suddenly my heart started racing and I couldnt keep my breathing steady anymore. I replied to Luca "I sent the picture this morning, but to the wrong Daddy Luca!" He immediately started calling me again but I just silenced my phone and went home early due to suddenly feeling like I was going to throw everything up.
When I got home Dad's car was in the driveway, I sat in my car for what felt like a century before finally taking a deep breath and going inside. I opened the door quietly in hopes that I could sneak through the living room unnoticed and shut myself in my room for the night. As I came into the house and passed by Dad's bedroom, I noticed his door was cracked and I glanced in. He was sitting on the ottoman at the end of the king-size bed he and Mom used to share, and he had his phone in his hand. Guilty curiosity got to me; I took half a step closer but made sure not to make a noise or touch the door. He was so focused on what he was looking at on his phone that he didn't even notice me standing on the other side of the cracked door just 6 feet away from him. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness that was in his room but once they did, I let out a small gasp as I realized that I was watching him masturbate to something on his phone. As I gasped and turned around to run to my room, I saw him fumble with his phone and got a glimpse of his screen. He was looking at the picture I mistakenly sent him this morning. Mortified, I ran to my room and shut the door behind me.
My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest, I can't believe what I just saw. I decided it would be best to try to either forget what I witnessed or process it by taking a bath with my favorite aroma therapy bath bombs. While in the bathtub I keep repeating the day in my head. I accidently sent my dad a picture of myself wearing only the sexiest panties I own. Then coming home and catching him touching himself while looking at the picture was a huge surprise. As the thoughts continued to flood my mind I started to feel a naughty tingle in my clitoris. I bit my lip and allowed my hand to travel down my body til my fingers found the small hard lump that thinking about my Dad rubbing his cock to my naked body caused. I pressed down lightly and rubbed in circles as I let out a small moan. I quickly covered my mouth remembering how thin the walls are of this old house. Then a dirty thought crossed my mind and I asked myself "would Dad get hard if he heard his daughter pleasuring herself?" I felt my pussy tighten and tingle with the thought. I leaned up and grabbed the shampoo bottle ive often used on nights that Luca was too busy, it's the perfect size. I got on my knees and leaned over the side of the tub and slowly slid the shampoo bottle deep into my pussy. As I felt myself filled up and stretched perfectly, I let out a low groan and began to rhythmically move the bottle in and out of my now dripping wet pussy. As the shampoo bottle continued to fill me perfectly and make me cum I thought about what it might feel like if Dad was licking my swollen clitoris while I pleasure my pussy. As that thought crossed my mind an orgasm flooded me and I let out a loud satisfying moan loosing all control as I came to that thought of my Dad flicking my clit with his tongue.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking, that's something that hasn't happened since I was little. It's Sunday so that means both Dad and I are off work and he usually spends the day in his garage or in his office from the moment he wakes up. I sat up and threw on a tee-shirt and shorts about to hurry to the kitchen when the memories of last night hit me and I felt my palms get sweaty and my pussy moisten. I sat back down on my bed to gather my thoughts, then there was a light knock on the door, he must've heard me get out of bed.
"Serena, I made breakfast, are you hungry?" his voice had a different tone, one I havent ever heard.
"Be right there, Dad." I said quickly trying my best to sound nonchalant.
I took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen. The kitchen is average sized with an island in the middle and all the regular appliances. Dad already had me a plate set at one of the chairs at the island. He made everything waffles, eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy, all my favorites. I sat down and smiled at him trying to push any naughty thoughts out of my mind.
"Thanks Dad, it's been a long time since youve cooked breakfast like this." I forked a bite of the eggs into my mouth and let out a small groan. As I did I looked up and saw something in his eyes, maybe something primal, and he bit his lip slightly and smiled.
