Why Does Dad Loo at Me Lie That?

All characters in sexual situations are fictional and 18 years of age and older.

"Has your dad ever been a bit handsy?" Izzy had been wanting to ask someone this for some time, and Chloe seemed like someone who would know. Her dad always seemed like a bit of a creep.

"What do you mean?" Chloe asked as she wiped down the counter. It had been a busy day. July was always the busiest time in their small town on the Oregon coast. The two girls were alone in the restaurant, closing up for the night now that all the tourists and locals had cleared out.

"Sometimes when he goes in for a hug, it doesn't feel quite right."

"You mean he tries for these?" Chloe attempted to give Izzy's tit a quick pinch, but Izzy dodged back in time to avoid her. Izzy was annoyed. She was trying to be serious, but Chloe was playing games.

"No, not like that. The hugs last a bit too long, and his hands rub my back or my sides. Nowhere he shouldn't touch, but it just feels a bit wrong. Ever since dad was laid off this winter, he's been acting weird around me. There are other things too."

"Like what?" Chloe was always interested in men behaving badly.

"Sometimes he looks at me weird. The worst was a couple weeks ago. We were watching television, and he had a blanket over his lap. I kept catching him staring at me. I think he was playing with himself under there." Izzy whispered the last part. Almost too embarrassed to say it out loud.

"Your dad doesn't have a girlfriend right?"

"No, I don't think he's had anyone in his life since he and mom split."

"That makes sense. Your dad is horny, and there's an eighteen-year old hottie running about his house. Of course he is going to look."

"Most other guys ignore me."

"They don't" Chloe rolled her eyes. "You're just too shy to do anything about it. I could name ten boys at school who thought you were cute."

"Cute. No one calls you cute. You're hot. That's what guys want." Izzy said bitterly.

"Guys want to fuck hot. They want to take cute back to meet their parents. Long run, you will be much better off."

"Does your dad do things like that?" Izzy changed the subject.

"Sure, he used to. I don't think he and my mom have fucked since the Bush administration. It's only natural his eye would wander."

"Even to his own daughter?" Izzy asked, appalled.

"Sure, men are simple. They see a nice pair of tits and they react. It doesn't matter who they are attached to."

"Wait, you said he used to do things like that? How did you get him to stop?"

Chloe checked into the kitchen to make absolutely sure none of the crew were still there and listening in. She leaned across the counter to Izzy, and with a wicked smile confessed, "I fucked him."

"Your own dad!" Izzy was shocked. Not least that Chloe's dad was short, fat, and bald. She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to fuck him, much less the pretty blonde that was the most popular date in town.

"Sure."

"How? Why?" Izzy was flabbergasted.

"The first time, I'd been drinking. I came home and I was horny and bored. I thought why not give him a try?"

"Was it any good?"

"Not really, but you know if you close your eyes a dick is a dick. They all feel about the same."

Izzy did not know this. She had not confided to Chloe that she was still a virgin.

"And you kept doing it?"

"Every once and a while."

"Why? You can get so many other men."

"It keeps him happy. Also, the day after, he always feels really guilty about it. If I ask him for some money to go out, he always gives me at least $50. Usually more. That's where these new shoes came from." Chloe flashed the new pair of sandals she was wearing that Izzy had been admiring.

"Wow." Izzy was still in shock. She couldn't get the image of ugly Mr. Doggins fucking Chloe, a teenage blonde who looked like she could be in magazines.

"You can't tell anyone about this."

"Of course."

Izzy's head was still reeling when she got home. Chloe had confirmed her worst fears. Her own father wanted to take her to bed. Worse Chloe has made it seem like that might be an acceptable option.

She decided she would try harder to get her father back to the happier state he was in before he was laid-off from the plant. That would help him stop thinking about her all wrong.

As with most nights, she had brought home some unsold food from the restaurant. Tonight was a bowl of pasta and a slice of pie. As she was getting the food ready her father came up behind her and gave her one of his hugs. She could smell the beer on his breath. He wrapped his arms around her and held her as his thumbs gently massaged her sides. Izzy wriggled out of his grasp.

Part of the problem she knew was the short skirt and tight shirt that Mr. Flanagan, the restaurant owner, made all the servers wear. In her normal life Izzy didn't wear such revealing clothes.

She put his dinner down on the table. She had eaten at the restaurant, so she sat across from her dad as he ate. He was much better looking than Chloe's dad. She was sure of that. He was tall and had only a slight extra layer around his waist. His hair was graying, but still thick.

"Are you happy Dad?" Izzy tentatively began her planned conversation.

"Sure, princess." He said as he slurped down a string of spaghetti.

"I worry you don't get out enough."

"I go to the store almost every day, and we went on that hike this weekend."

"Only because I dragged you out. Don't you think it would be better if you saw more people?" Her dad had never had many friends. He had a social network through work. He played on the plant baseball team and went out for drinks at the end of shift some nights, but since losing his job all that had stopped."

"Who is there to see?" Her dad announced as if it was an indisputable fact.

"You're still young. You could get another job, or help out with charity. Maybe you could start going back to church?"

"With your mom? No thanks. Anyway, as I told you, there is nothing to worry about. I got severance and a partial pension. I'm fine for money. I don't need to spend my senior years at some store checkout counter."

"You could do more worthwhile work than that. You have skills."

"I had skills at being the shift supervisor at the J&J Brothers coking plant. I worked there for 30 years and was the best they had, but there is not a lot else I can do with that. I'm happy to be retired."

Once again Izzy hadn't managed to break through to him. From her googling she was sure he was depressed. He had all the symptoms, but he would never see anyone. He wasn't the type of man who could ask for help. Perhaps Chloe was right, and what he really needed was a woman to cheer him up.

After dinner they watched television. She was lying on the couch and her dad was sitting in his chair where he spent most of his life these days.

She was still thinking of Chloe and her dad. How gross it was. She had always found Mr. Doggins both unpleasant to look at and unpleasant to be around.

By contrast, her dad was far better. He was always kind. His main problem was he was too quiet. He never talked much. Izzy knew he loved her, but he rarely said so.

Izzy had always had a bit of a thing for older men. Other girls had teased her because while they were going nuts for Harry Styles she was more attracted to Bruce Springsteen. She liked the idea of depth and experience that came with age.

Her dad wasn't a Springsteen or a Clooney. His hair was nice, fading between gray and his original black across its thick waves. He was tall and still in good shape for his age. He also had a thick gray mustache, which only made him look older, and he had a bit of a spare tire around his middle.

But then Izzy knew that she was never going to land a Clooney type. There was nothing wrong with her appearance. Her great flaw in her mind was that she was entirely average. Average height, average build, average-length brown hair. Sure, guys would be willing to go on dates with her, but none of them picked her out of a crowd. She had always been confused at school with ten other girls that sort of looked like her.

She was also shy and scared of risks. She didn't like to stand out in a crowd. She could have dyed her hair or gotten tattoos, something to brand her as unique, but the only thing worse to her than not being noticed was people looking at her and talking about her.

As she watched her dad and thought about how much better he was in every way than Chloe's father she had an idea.

"One hundred dollars." Izzy put the five twenties on the table in front of Chloe the next day.

"To do what?" Chloe asked suspiciously.

"You know how lonely my dad is. I was thinking you could come home with me and give him a good time."

"You mean you want to pay me $100 to fuck your dad!" Chloe seemed unexpectedly angry. "Do you think I'm some sort of whore who has sex for money?"

"But your dad, you said you get money after?" Izzy pleaded.

"That's different." Chloe went off to clean the other side of the restaurant, still angry. After some minutes later she came back to where Izzy was sorting silverware.

"Two hundred." She announced.

"You would do it for that much."

"Yep."

"But why? Isn't my dad better looking?" Izzy was confused by the demand.

"If you can find someone else for $100, go ahead. For me it's $200." Chloe pronounced with finality.

"Okay deal." The two girls shook on it.

Izzy didn't have $200 to her name at that moment, but she would figure that out later.

The next day Chloe came home after work with Izzy. Her dad was surprised to see her. It had been a while since Izzy had brought any friends over. The messy state of the house had discouraged her.

"Dad, you remember my friend Chloe?

"Hey Mr. Kovacs!" Chloe greeted him with a big smile.

From the look on his face, she wasn't positive her dad did remember Chloe. She and Izzy had been friends for years, though it was only in the last couple that Chloe had decided to become a blonde and wear bright red lipstick everywhere she went.

She was pretty and she flaunted it. When the two of them went out together Izzy was used to boys only paying attention to Chloe. So she was surprised when her dad's eyes didn't linger on the pretty blonde in the short skirt that she had brought home for him.

"Okay if Chloe hangs out with us tonight?"

"Sure." Her dad grunted without enthusiasm.

A couple hours later they were watching TV. The three of them on the couch. The girls on either side of her dad. Izzy saw her chance. The ball game still had another hour to go. She exchanged glances with Chloe to make sure it was time.

Izzy yawned. "I think I need to go to bed."

"Oh, okay." Chloe said on cue. "I'd like to see the rest of the game. Is it okay if I stay here with you Mr. Kovacs?" She asked as innocently as possible.

"I guess so." Her dad did not seem as excited as Izzy had hoped.

Still, she went to her room upstairs. Certain that Chloe could work her magic. Within a few minutes she was sure she would be giving her old dad the thrill of his life. It would solve all Izzy's problems. Her dad would no longer need to look at his own daughter lustfully when he had Chloe to play with. Plus, having that excitement in his life would have to break her dad out of his funk.

The next day Izzy was eager to get to work. As soon as she was able she cornered Chloe where she hoped no one could hear.

"How did it go?" She urgently whispered.

"It didn't." Chloe seemed glum.

"What do you mean?"

"I tried everything. I pretty much threw myself at your dad, and he didn't go for it."

"You made clear you wanted to..."

"I cuddled up next to him, I put my arm around him, I told him how handsome he was, I undid a couple buttons on my shirt. Nothing. Your dad is really messed up. I did everything except beg him to fuck me, and he ignored all of it. Me! Any guy who can resist that is either gay or nuts."

"Then why does he keep acting like that to me, his own daughter?"

"I don't know, maybe you are wrong about that."

"I don't think so."

"You still owe me the $200." Chloe said abruptly.

"You didn't do anything?" Izzy was shocked she was still on the hook for the money.

"I still spent all night there, and I did the work. It's not my fault he didn't want to."

"But you didn't actually have to fuck him!"

"That was even worse. I was so horny when I left your place, and everyone was busy. I eventually had to resort to doing it with Brady Vinson in the back of his truck at 2 am."

"How about $50?"

"$100."

"Okay."

Izzy took the five twenties from her purse. The big smile that Chloe gave her made her feel like she had been scammed.

Izzy now knew that her dad wasn't interested in any girl. He only had eyes for one: her.

A few nights later his desire was confirmed. They were both in the den watching TV. She was lying on the couch, while her father was sitting in his chair. Despite the warm summer weather, he had a blanket over his lap. His right hand was hidden under the cover.

Izzy realized he was not paying any attention to what was on TV. He was looking at her. Izzy continued to pretend to watch the television, but in her peripheral vision she could detect a subtle pulsing movement in her dad's arm.

'Oh god,' she thought. 'He's doing it again.' He had to be playing with himself under the covers as he ogled her.

The first time this had happened Izzy made an excuse to leave as soon as she guessed what was happening. This time she stayed motionless on the couch, her body on display to him. She wasn't wearing anything sexy. Just her pjs. A loose set of pants covered her lower half with a sky-blue tank top on top. She wasn't wearing a bra. A quick glance confirmed that her nipples were visible through the fabric of her shirt. Were those what had got her dad so excited?

She had no awareness of what was on the television screen. Instead she locked onto the sound of her father's breath. It was faster and deeper than usual. The pace of his breathing quickened. He was getting close. Moments later she heard a rapid exhale and the pulsing stopped. She realized he had finished.

Her dad made an excuse and headed to the washroom. She heard the water running as he cleaned himself up.

Soon after Izzy went to bed. The moment she got in her room her fingers disappeared into her pj bottoms finding a pussy that had been steadily leaking juices. The forbidden act she had allowed had left her more turned on than she had ever remembered being. It took her only a few minutes to bring herself to her own orgasm.

As she went to sleep, she realized now what she must do. The only thing her father really wanted in life was her. If she was to bring happiness back into him, she had to give herself to him.

She resolved to do it next Saturday. She was working the brunch shift, so she got off early. After work she, Chloe and some other friends went for drinks at the local bar. Izzy didn't usually drink much, but today she needed to put on some courage. She surprised her friends by downing two beers and two shots in less than an hour. It was enough that Emma insisted on driving her home.

When she got in, she could hear her dad in the den watching TV. She went to the living room and rifled through the pile of mail on the coffee table. Her dad appeared at the door.

"How was your day at work?"

"Good dad, and I went out for a bit with the girls after. We had fun."

She tried to appear calm, but her heart was racing. It was time. Her dad came over intent on one of his welcome home hugs. He took her in his arms. She could smell beer on his breath. That was good. That was when it happened.

He held her close, and his hands began exploring her back. Rather than pull away, Izzy held her dad tightly. His hands moved to her sides. She looked up at her father. He was a head taller than her. She locked eyes with him.

"I love you Dad."

"I love you Princess."

"If there is anything I can do that would make you happy, I'd do it for you." She hoped he understood what she was offering.

"Anything?" He whispered.

"I've seen how you look at me, Dad. I know what you want." She softly replied.

She parted her lips. His head descended towards hers. He moved slowly, giving plenty of time for her to pull back. She didn't. His lips pressed against hers. His mustache tickled as it brushed against her face. She opened her mouth to let him in. His breath tasted of beer and pickles, but it wasn't unpleasant. She put her arms around his neck as his tongue danced against hers.

His hands finally had permission to explore where they wanted. They moved down to her ass. He fondled her muscles there over her short skirt. Then they moved to her front. Cupping her teenage breasts. She enjoyed the feeling of his big hands surrounding them.

His hands moved to try to go under the fabric of her shirt, but it was too tight. She decided to help him. She broke the kiss and peeled her shirt off over her head. Exposing her bra. She locked lips again as his hands explored that fabric. With unexpected ease he found the clasp at the back. She felt her bra fall away. She was topless in front of her father. There was no stopping now.

Her dad broke from kissing her lips and moved his kisses down. Pecking at her neck and shoulders before his mouth found her left breast. The mustache tickled as his tongue flicked and then circled her nipples. That she really enjoyed. She threw her head back, enjoying this new form of pleasure.

His hands were on her skirt. Trying to figure out how to remove it, but he couldn't. She helped him. She undid the clasp on the side, and her skirt fell away. Her father pulled back from her. Admiring her body now only in a pair of socks and panties. Izzy had never been so exposed before. Her instinct was to cover herself, but instead she left her hands at her sides and let her dad admire her body.

She worked up the courage for her final unveiling. She hooked her thumbs into her panties. In a quick motion she pushed them down. They fell to her ankles. Her dad smiled as his eyes feasted on her naked form.

He took her in his arms again. Holding her close. His hands brushing against the full canvas of her bare flesh. He lowered her to the floor.

'So this is where it's going to happen.' She thought to herself. She had expected he would have taken her to his room, or even over to the couch, but no, it was to be in the center of the living room. He lowered her to the carpet.

She gazed up at her father. He looked lovingly down at her. This was the right thing to do. He loved her with all his heart. He had taught her to ride a bike, taught her how to drive. Who else was better than him to guide her through this final transition to womanhood?

"Dad I've never done this before, been with a man." She announced trying to hide how nervous she was about what was soon to come.

"That's perfect Princess. I'd hoped that was true." He replied lovingly.

She was on the floor. He was on top of her. Still fully clothed. He kissed her again. As he did so his hand moved between her legs. She parted them to give access. His finger ran over top of her, and then moved between her folds. Gently separating them as it moved up and then down the length of her furrow. The tip of a finger dipped inside her, and the wetness from her hole he spread upwards. His finger found her button and began to toy with it.

That felt nice. Very nice, but Izzy was still too nervous to truly enjoy it. She was anxious about what was to come next. That was the part that was meant to hurt. She was even more anxious about if she was doing the right thing lying naked on the floor as her father massaged her most private parts.

It was time.

"Dad, I'm ready for you," she panted.

He didn't need to be told twice. His hands moved to his belt and she heard a quiet unzipping sound. She tried to see what had appeared between them, but she could not get a clear view between their bodies. Instead she felt it. It was hot and large, much larger than his finger as it pushed between her folds.