This is the 2nd chapter of "The Book Club" Series.
I'm Grace, you may remember me as the girl who still wants to sleep with her dad. I was thrilled to have helped Sara get with her son, but when was it going to be MY turn?? Let me catch you up..
My father and I had a “normal” relationship growing up, nothing weird or distant between us, but also not incredibly close. I was definitely not a daddy's girl, but he was a good father and I loved him.
I was 18 when my parents got divorced and I didn't initially take sides. But my mother had left him for another man, and it hit him hard. So I felt he needed a little extra attention. He didn't seem to have the motivation to do anything, regularly eating frozen meals and never tidying up his house… the stereotype of a bachelor. So I started taking care of him. I'd come over and cook, doing some light cleaning, and grocery shopping.. Spending time with him watching TV and stuff. But eventually I realized I was neglecting my own life and I needed to focus on me, which meant he needed someone else, so I set up a dating profile for him.
He was reluctant of course, not even wanting to cooperate with me taking some pictures, but I put something together, gave him the run down on how to use it, and set him on his way. He didn't pursue it, but I couldn't do anything about that, I had my own life to live. I dated quite a bit. I was a freshman in college, and I was attractive, with wavy blonde hair and a gymnasts body (which meant I was under 5ft tall, had a killer ass, and small perky tits).. I had dates every night! I eventually met a hot guy and we started dating exclusively.
One day I had an issue with my car not starting up. I asked my boyfriend for help but he had no idea, and just told me to take it to a mechanic. But I didn't have money for that, so I called my dad. We hadn't been talking as much recently, so I wasn't sure if he'd even answer his phone, but he did, and to my surprise he did he'd be happy to help and came right over. Turned out it was just the battery, and he could replace it, he even offered to pay! It was such a great dad thing to do.
Weeks later, I lost power in my apartment over a holiday weekend, and maintenance wouldn't be back until Monday. Once again my boyfriend was useless, but my dad came over and knew just where to go and reset the breaker (ya it was simple but I don't know these things!). He showed me what to do if it happened again, and gave me a big hug and kiss.
This type of situation repeated itself for my entire first year of college, until I was moving into a new apartment and my boyfriend said he couldn't help because he had plans with his friends. I lost it! I told him he was useless and that we were through! I would've sat there and cried all day, but I still had to get moved! So I called my dad.. He came and moved me virtually all by himself. He was my hero.. But that's not all, that day I also realized that he had a really nice body.. Ok nice may be the wrong word, he was 44 and had a good sized beer belly, but he was also really strong with huge biceps and a bulging chest! Something I didn't see with guys my age, they were all skinny with 6pack abs (which was definitely nice too!), but seeing the kind of muscles my dad had.. The kind that looked like he could pick me up and carry me around.. The kind that made him look like a man who could really protect a woman.. It was… impressive.
During the afternoon of moving I told him about my breakup, and instead of just saying “you'll be fine, get over it” or some other dad-like colloquialism, he actually tried to comfort me. He hugged me with those thick arms and then invited me home for dinner. He cooked, which was crap, but cute. And then we watched a reality singing competition on TV, which he hated but did it anyways because he knew I liked it. Eventually he fell asleep in his armchair wearing a wife-beater and boxers, just like he'd done my entire life. The show ended and I decided to leave without waking him up. I did the daughterly thing and got a blanket to cover him up, but when I approached I noticed something.. The head of his prick was sticking out the side of one of his boxer legs! I almost laughed out loud, it was so funny! It was such an old man thing to have happen! It was the perfect time to cover him up I suppose. But as I stepped forward to lay the blanket on him, I couldn't stop looking at it, and my mind started doing penis-math… his boxers weren't short like the trendy boxer-briefs younger guys wear.. These were like a real pair of shorts they went halfway down his thigh, and yet here was his dick peaking out! I started trying visualize the whole thing underneath, it had to be at least 10 inches! And then there was the girth.. You could see the outline of it running down his thigh, it looked like he was hiding a Pringles can! I'm no size queen but this was the biggest piece I've ever seen!.. Oh my god it wasn't even hard.. ‘It's not even hard!?!’ I screamed inside my head. I couldn't tear my eyes away, but then he yawned and shifted in his chair, so I threw the blanket across his lap and ran out of the house!
That summer I dated a lot. And I'm ashamed to admit it, but whenever I saw a new guys dong, I was always hoping for it to look like my father's, and I was disappointed when it didn't. I started comparing guys to him.. If they were as tall as him, if their arms were as big as his, or could they fix things and take care of me like he could?? When I'd have sex with them I started closing my eyes trying to see his cock, trying to feel his cock, imagining his massive thing was the one sliding into me.. I was mad at myself for having these thoughts, but I tried to convince myself that I wasn't thinking of my dad's dick, just ANY big dick.. But when I closed my eyes I wasn't seeing just ANY big dick… I was seeing HIS. It didn't take long before my thoughts during sex transformed from this guy fucking me with my dad's big ass tool, to me envisioning it was actually my dad on top of me! And from then there was no turning back, THAT'S what I wanted, I wanted to have sex with my dad. Disgusting I know.
It affected every aspect of my life.. I day dreamed about it during class, I stopped going on dates, preferring to stay home and masturbate to images of him ravaging me! What's more, I started wanting to see him A LOT more. I was making up excuses for him to come help me with stuff, or asking if I could come over for dinner.. But that's not all, I was purposely dressing more sexy.. FOR MY DAD! Ugh! I was pathetic! I wasn't dressing like a hooker or anything, but all the tight tops and short skirts that were for going on dates, became my “going to see dad” outfits. I don't know what I was hoping would happen, that he would see me and say “hey sweetie you look really hot today! Can I shove my monster hog in you?”. He never even said anything about how I looked, he never even really took a glance, at least not that I ever saw. How was I going to tell him it was OK!? Let him know I WANTED him to look! I wanted him to TOUCH! I wanted him to grab me with those big arms, lift me up and take me to his bed!
So I went online, looking for advice either on how to get over this sick obsession, or how to get under my dad (preferably the latter). But reading things on websites was no help, it all said “incest is bad!”, which is all well and good, but the only advice I could find was to talk to a psychiatrist, and there was no way I was going to go tell them the horrible thoughts I was having, plus, what do they know about it?! It's easy to say that it's wrong knock if off, it's like some one who's never smoked telling a lifelong smoker to quit! They don't know! I needed to talk to some one as screwed up as I was.
This is where I met Sara and Meg…
They were ladies I could talk to and they would listen without judgment.. But you know how that went.. I helped Sara get her son in the sack, and now it was time to help Grace!
“I have an idea!” Sara messaged me one day, just reading that made my cunt moisten. “It came to me one day when I was getting pumped doggy style by my son” ok, thanks Sara now I look like I pissed myself! “I knew he was on his way home from work and we would have just a small window to have a quickie before my husband came home.. So I went into his room and got ready for him. I was on his bed on all fours, with my ass facing the door, twat spread open waiting. As soon as he came in neither of us had to speak, carnal instinct kicked in and he pulled his dick out and ran over to shove it in me! He didn't even take off any clothes, just unzipped the front of his pants!.. And then it occurred to me, if Grace can't use the ‘ambush’ to catch her dad in a sexually compromising situation, what if he caught her!?” Sara said.. "I call this tactic 'presenting'!"
"whats that?" I asked.
"it's what some female animals, like lions, do to signify to males that they want to mate! She just walks in front of the male, sticks her butt in the air exposing her vagina to him, and he takes it from there..”.. Meg and I were both unresponsive for a long while. “Originally I thought maybe Grace could purposely allow herself to be caught masturbating by her father, maybe even in his own bed, but I think he may just be startled and turn right around, or get embarrassed and scold her, the way most parents react when they catch their kid playing with themselves.. He may not realize that it was intentional and she was waiting for him.. But if he walks in and she's just poised on all fours, offering up her snatch, I mean, what else could that be?? It's immediately obvious that she's waiting to be fucked! And it's his house and his bed, who else could she be waiting for??” Sara was proud of herself.
“ya!” exclaimed Meg finally, “and to really drive the point home, you could make sure you're looking back at him over your shoulder, really make eye contact the second he walks in. That way he knows that you've seen it's HIM, and you weren't waiting for anybody else!”
“ya and it'll show him you're not scared, you're ready for it, so he doesn't say ‘oh sorry I didn't mean to walk in on you changing’ or some crap… What do you think??”
“I think it sounds… Risky.” I said.
“well of course it's risky, it's always going to be risky. But the truth is you have the least to lose by trying..you don't live with him, he doesn't speak to your mother, worst case scenario he tells you to leave and you guys go back to not talking, which was the case for awhile anyways.” said Sara, She had a point.
I didn't like the idea of potentially losing my relationship with my father if he rejected my offering, but that really was the worst that could happen.. The other alternative was to simply give up on this silly quest and forget about it and move on, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. If anything my lust for my father had only gotten worse. My internet searches had brought me across incest erotica, mostly works of fiction, and the occasional true story, either way they both made me horny reading them. Plus getting to know Sara and Meg and hearing their stories also turned me on, and emboldened me! If they could get their sons, why couldn't I get my dad!?! It was doable!
“you're right! I'll do it!” I declared.
Now, The key to “presenting” was that it could only be used with a mature, sexually experienced man… This wasn't to say he had to be old, or a player.. He just couldn't be an insecure virgin. He had to be someone who was man enough to make a move when the opportunity presented itself (pun intended). He shouldn't have to be told what to do or how do it. Imagine “presenting” to a virgin, even if he was all for banging this female relative, he would see her there, but not necessarily know what to do, or if he was allowed to do it. He needs to be a man who if he sees a naked woman on his bed with her legs spread apart he understands that that's an invitation for sex. And not need to ask any further questions. Hell, even guys in college with me don't always get the hints girls drop. So while my dad may not be a “ladies man”, or have dated in awhile, that doesn't mean he didn't still know how to lay some pipe.. At least that's what I was hoping.
I continued going to his house as regularly as I could without it seeming weird. Now that I wanted him, I REALLY wanted him. Everything about him seemed more appealing. For example He still had a full head of hair, which I never even noticed before, because.. You know.. It's your dad, who the hell cares about his hair?! But I knew men much younger than him who had gone bald, so I could appreciate that he still had his. He had a handsome face, with salt and pepper stubble. Of course his big arms, but also big hands. I even felt like I'd noticed his stomach getting smaller.. And Now that I was looking at it, I swear I could always see the outline of his cock through anything he was wearing! But the main reason I was coming around was to try and get a sense of his schedule and routine. When did he usually come home? What did he do when he got home? Did he even go into his bedroom or did he immediately just sit in his chair and turn on the TV? It was all research.. And then he threw a wrench into everything! He told me he'd made a match with his online account and had a date next weekend! Yes I was instantly jealous, thinking that this stranger may get to experience the feeling of my dad's penis before I did! But also it complicated things.. If he started dating anyone, I could never be sure if I was in his bed waiting for him, that he'd be coming home alone! This meant that I needed to carry out my plan ASAP, before any dates! My dad was off of work the next two days and he'd just be hanging at the house so those wouldn't work, which meant that the day he goes back would be my next and best chance!
These two days all I thought about was making this happen. It was one shot, so I needed everything to be as perfect as possible. I went and got waxed from my ass to my snatch, so that the first thing he'd see was a smooth inviting place to stick his tool. I went tanning, shaved my legs and everything else. I even went to the gym and did like a million squats and lunges, really making my butt POP. I spent hours naked in front of the mirror, looking for anything else I could do to give me an edge.. I bent over, looking at my spread ass, seeing what he was going to see, trying out different poses for which one looked best. I'm going to admit, even I thought I was being a little crazy.
The 2 days flew by and now here I was, sitting in my dad's living room staring at the clock. 2 hours until he's home.. Now 1 hour until he's home.. Now 30 minutes.. I reminded myself that I could still leave if I wasn't ready, I could try again another time. But I thought of all the women in the book club who've been trying to find that perfect time to make the move on their men, and how some of them have been waiting years, or even their whole lives and never found a moment that worked.. And here I am.. I've primped and prepped for every aspect of this plan. I knew that he would be walking in the door in about 20 minutes, to an empty house, alone… If I waited another few months or weeks or possibly even days, I may not be able to guarantee that's the situation I'd be dealing with, and my window will be lost. I don't know for sure he'll say ‘yes’ to having me, but at least I know I have the chance to ask him TODAY. But right now I needed to decide, I needed to either get up and leave, or start undressing…
I thought for a few minutes more and then I stood up. I walked into his room and closed the door behind me. Less than 15 minutes to go. I took off all my clothes, threw them in the bathroom then straightened up his bed. Less than 10 minutes. I looked around the room one last time, seeing if there was anything that might kill the mood. But it was fine considering it belonged to a middle aged divorce’. Less than 5 minutes. I went ahead and took my position. I was staged for doggy style, my head was down on the bed, my ass was up in the air, my legs apart.. I could feel cool air touching my wet slit. It was now a couple minutes past, he should be here any second, and sure enough, I heard the front door unlocking. I started to panic. I could still call this off! I just run into his bathroom and get dressed, make up some stupid excuse why I was there and had to use his bathroom.. He might question it, but he'll let it go. But I stayed in place, partly from determination, but also I was just too scared to move at that point. And then it happened, I heard the door open.. A long creaking sound and then there was silence, no sound of footsteps, nothing, just the pounding of my heart in my ears.
“Gracie?” he asked softly. I had forgotten to turn around and look at the door!! He walked in and just saw an ass with no face! Stoopid girl! I gulped, I hadn't planned on speaking, but I had to answer.
“Ya.” I tried my hardest to sound sexy and confident, but I'm pretty sure I sounded more like a little kid who was about to get in trouble.
“wha..what are you doing?”
“waiting for you..” I was trying to decide if I should say more, but I left it at that.
It was quiet. He didn't say another word. I heard movements, but I had no idea what was happening, my eyes were closed and my face was buried in the mattress. For all I know he could've been packing a bag to leave, or walking down the hall. The sounds all came to a stop, it was silent again for a long time. I started to wonder if I should just get up, but then he touched me.
I clearly felt his hands press against each butt cheek, not on the sides like I was expecting, but right on the bottom of each cheek. I was trying to visualize what was happening back there.. And then I felt his breath on my wet opening… He was on his knees, Hands on my ass and his mouth inches away from my buttery smooth cunt. I heard him take a deep breath, and then he licked me! A long slow stroke from my clit all the way to my anus. He used a lot of pressure, and his tongue was wide and rough, you could tell he wanted to get a good taste.. And then he dove in. It startled me, I let out a little squeak. But he ate me like he was starving, burying his tongue into my cooch, like a dog trying to eat peanut butter out of a small jar. He moaned as he ate, I clawed at the bed, it felt amazing, but tongue fucking my hole wasn't going get me there, I wanted more, and eventually he stopped. His hungry mouth left me dripping wet from his saliva and my own eager juices. It was quiet again, where did he go? I got worried, but then I told myself, ‘he just ate out his daughter, he's not just going to leave her there!’. And then I felt him again, his hands gripping my hips. They were large and my waist was tiny, he was nearly able to wrap how two hands around my waist. And then I felt something brush against my parted lips. With his hands holding my body I knew it could only be one thing.. It moved forward, slowly sliding in, stretching me. I started to growl, it hurt but also felt amazing. My volume increased as it went further in. It seemed to reach the furthest depths of my womb and he stopped, I let out a loud sigh. He just stood there, it felt like I had the fat end of a baseball bat inside me! I imagined what I must feel like to him.. I wasn't a virgin, but I was very petite, I doubt I could've squeezed his dick harder if I tied a rope around it! He finally moved, pulling back just a couple inches, then slamming back into me. I screamed a good scream. He did it again and again, each time I screamed out loud, but he ignored it. He was shoving his prick in me, the tip banging hard against the deepest wall of my uterus like a battering ram. I realized that I was hearing him and me, but nothing else.. No slapping of flesh, no thighs spanking my ass cheeks! He was cramming his sausage as far into me as my body could allow, and yet he was still far enough back that our bodies didn't touch! Good God, he was beast! He began grunting with each thrust, as if trying to compete with the noises I was making. He kept going at a slow steady pace, short pulls and deep pushes. And I was already going to climax! I swear he'd only done like 10 strokes at this point, but I was almost done. The sensation of his member being able to touch every part of my insides simultaneously was otherworldly! When he slammed into me this time, my painful scream changed to a ‘YES!’.. And then the next one ‘YES!’, and the next ‘YES!’, ‘YES!’, ‘YES!’, ‘YES!’, ‘GOD YES!’ I yelled in extasy.. Each one was responded to with a loud grunt and heavy breaths.
“YES! YES! YES DADDY! YES! IM CUMMING! IM CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!” I yelled out, throwing my head back, and nearly ripping chunks out of the mattress. At first I regretted saying the word ‘daddy’, worrying that it might freak him out, but saying it sent an extra special shiver through my body. At this point I hadn't looked at him, for all I know this could be someone else ripping me apart, but then saying ‘daddy’ out loud, it was like I was admitting it to myself that I knew it was my dad back there filling me up, and that was sick, it was wrong, it was twisted, it was the worst thing I could be doing, but it was so hot!! It was a completely different type of orgasm. Maybe it was the size of the cock I was riding or the fact that it was my dad, or a combination of the two. But it made this orgasm feel like it's own.
As my body writhed and shivered, the internal beating he was giving me continued. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP inside me.. GRUNT, GRUNT, GRUNT from behind me. My body could hardly take it anymore, my head fell back to the bed, I was lifeless, he could've been killing me and I didn't have the will to stop it.. but it did… he pulled his log out of me, it's swollen head emerging with a sucking ‘pop!’ sound. He laid the organ across my upturned rear. His grunts turned to moaned breaths as he worked the tip with his hand, he stopped for a brief moment and then let out a loud “AHHHH!” as he blew his load… a better word would be DUMPED, Because it felt like he warmed up a pudding cup in the microwave and then dumped it on my back! There was an actual “plop!” when it hit my skin. He continued making sporadic “AH.. AHH.. AH..” sounds as it continued pumping out of him.
When I assume he was finished, he walked into the bathroom. I couldn't have moved if you paid me! Honestly it probably looked like a pretty traumatic scene.. My butt was still in the air, with my twat dripping what may very well have been blood for all I knew. My arms were just thrown across the bed, my face lay smushed on its side, my mouth gasping for breath, and my eyes barely open. To top it off, there was what must have been a gallon of thick semen sliding down my back and legs, but then my dad emerged with a towel and wiped it all off. I smiled. I finally collapsed and rolled over to one side of the bed. My dad sat down beside me..
“So.. Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” he asked. I turned my head and looked at him with blurry eyes. He wasn't smiling, but there was a softness in his expression. I don't know why, but I hadn't given any thought to ‘the talk’ that would come afterwards, did I actually think there wouldn't be questions?? I looked at him, and thought ‘why the hell not? I made it past the riskiest part, what could talking hurt?’. So I told him everything (except about the book club).
“so was that it?” he asked, “you just wanted to do it that one time?” I saw his eyes look over my naked body.
“NO!” yes I actually yelled it, “I mean, I don't know.. Yes I would like to do it again, but I know it's weird, and I caught you off guard, and now that you've had time to think about it, I will respect if you don't want to do that again.”
“well thank you” he grinned, “but frankly, that was amazing, and I'm ok with it for as long as you're comfortable doing it.”
“I like that.” I said, “for as long as I'm comfortable doing it.. And when that day comes, we can act like it never happened?”
“Sounds like a deal kiddo” he replied.
“but from now on, you can't go so far in!” I declared, starting to laugh a little bit, “just like a couple inches less, that or just don't push so hard when you reach the back!” we both started laughing..
“that's exactly what your mother said.” we laughed some more. He reached out and placed a hand on my chest, sliding it down my stomach and over top of my tiny breasts. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. “so do I just ask you if I want to go again?” he asked sheepishly. I rolled onto my stomach and turned to look at him..
“you know, I was going to ask you the same question!” I responded playfully, he looked at me and raised his eyebrows. “so, really? You can really go again?”
“ok well maybe not this second, but you know, give me a minute!”...
We did do it again, two more times that night.. Reverse Cowgirl, and then again where he stood at the edge of the bed and I laid on my back with my feet up on his shoulders.. The orgasms were huge, but man was I sore!
I began making nearly daily visits to see him for sex… sometimes my vag needed a day to recover, so I would just sit on the couch with my legs around his neck letting him eat me out, he could do that for hours if I let him! I was able to have multiple orgasms that way now (now that I'd shown him what I liked). To answer your question, no I didn't give him head! I've never been a fan of it (sorry if that means I'm a bitch), but he understood, it's not like I could comfortably get that hog in my mouth anyways! But if I was feeling playful, or wanted him to hurry and get hard for another round, I'd lay on my stomach, kicking my feet in the air licking him like it was a meat popsicle.
Sometimes we'd have the loudest fuck sessions! I'd shout Daddy, and he'd call me Gracie or princess or sweetheart. We didn't use our familial names because we were trying to emphasize the incestuous aspect of our affair, or to make it seem dirtier (although it DID make it dirtier, and that DID make it hotter), we just did it because well that's what we called each other anyways.. this was a big reason we never had sex at my apartment, imagine my neighbors hearing me yelling “fuck me daddy! Fuck me daddy!”, or him groaning “that's it princess, daddy's going to cum!”.... but then afterwards we'd make dinner and watch TV shows together. It honestly felt like we were still father and daughter, but that the sex was just something extra. We thought about it for a bit and I decided not to move in with him.. We just didn't want this to seem like we were dating or something. I really encouraged him to start dating again and he did, and so did I. We still loved each other as a family, and so of course wanted us both to meet people and be happy. It's only been a few weeks, and neither of us has met anyone serious, so until then, I suppose there's no reason to stop fucking each other's brains out. The weirdest part of the whole thing, is when I do go and visit my mom, she always asks “how is your father doing?”... I always turn the brightest shade of red.. “uhh. Great!”
Naturally I shared my results in the book club… Everyone was happy for me, and so many of them were impressed and in awe of my courage. I even used my experience to help several other members try out “presenting” to achieve their goals, all successfully I might add, But then again what guy could turn down a woman that was waiting for him like THAT?? Even if she was a relative..