Hi, the name’s Charlotte. My friends and family called me Lottie.
As far as regular nineteen-year-olds go, I was pretty regular, except for one tiny little thing.
I was into incest porn.
No, I didn’t intend to fuck anyone in my family, that’s wrong. I liked the taboo nature of incest, okay? Something about doing it with someone in your family, how it’s so wrong, flipped switches inside me. My hobby was to have a really good time with Mr Bunny, my trusty vibrator, and some hot incest vids I found off the internet.
I lived with Mom and Dad, so most of the time, I had to do it on the down low. No moaning, Mr Bunny turned down to the lowest setting under the sheets so no one would hear and it’s either mute or headphones in when I’m watching Daddy fucking his daughter.
Yeah, that was my jam. I didn’t mind a bit of brother-sister porn, but the thought of being bred by my own daddy always got me off.
So it was a Wednesday afternoon. College classes were over. Mom was out somewhere- at the spa with her friends or shopping as usual. Dad and my bro were working still, so I had a good few hours alone in the house.
That meant a few hours of uninterrupted privacy to play.
I had to admit; I was excited! The rest of the week, waiting until today, made me feel hornier than a nun at a strip club.
The driveway being empty was a sure sign that no one was home. I stuck my head into my brother’s bedroom to make sure he wasn’t in and then tossed my school bag on the floor.
My body thrummed with urgency, but I like to take my time. It was like… Marinating a steak. I would strip my day’s clothes off and change into something a bit more comfortable. That meant a vest top and some panties. If anyone came home, I could always kick the door shut and pull on some pajama bottoms. Those were on the floor, ready.
Yeah, I really thought this through.
Fuck, I licked my lips. School was busy as hell lately, and I had assignments coming out of my ears. I could feel it already. When I get my much-needed orgasm, I just know it’d wash away the stress too. I waited all day for this. Last night, in some obscure pro-incest forum, I downloaded a really hot video. Daddy-Daughter too, so I knew it was going to be great.
I led on my bed and rubbed my thighs together. All that was left was to get Mr Bunny, but not right away; I’d be too tempted to use him immediately and spoil the fun. I was going to make sure I watched most of the video before I start playing.
So, phone in my hand, I scrolled for the video and pressed play.
A girl about my age, college level, maybe, was sitting on a sofa, looking bored and watching TV.
The scene looked like it was shot through a video camera.
The screen closed in on her. She turned, looks, and smiles at me.
“Hey, Daddy.”
The guy behind the camera didn’t say anything, just unzips his pants and pulls his flaccid dick out.
“You want me to help you with that, Daddy?” she said, looking up at the camera.
“You know I do,” the male voice crackled through the screen.
He grabs the back of her head and she took his cock in her mouth.
He was rough, demanding. He was using his daughter’s mouth for his own pleasure. Why did I like that? The girl’s face was tight, but I knew she was enjoying it, being treated like a fuck-toy by Daddy…
The quality of the video was amateurish, but in my opinion, that only adds to the authenticity. Just call me a connoisseur.
The sound of her cock-sucking was squelchy and tinny through my phone’s speakers.
God, that was so hot. I wish Dad would do that to me; just grab my face and shove his cock in my mouth…
What? A girl can have fantasies!
A hand drifted upwards and pinched and tugged at my nipples through the fabric of my top.
My thighs grounded together and I could feel wetness blooming between my legs…
Shit, I don’t think I can last through the entire video without touching myself.
I felt a different fullness between my legs.
Ah, crap.
I needed to pee.
I tossed the phone onto the bed and went to the bathroom. I’ll rewind it back to the part I left off when I come back.
***
I really needed that.
A bad habit of mine was to forget to do things when I’m rushed. I skipped breakfast and lunch and evidently, I didn’t bother with bathroom breaks either. No harm, no foul.
I’m also a little OCD. Or ADHD, or whatever you call it. Sometimes things just grab my attention. So, I probably wasted a good ten minutes squeezing blackheads out of my face when I passed the bathroom mirror.
At least I can focus on the sexy task at hand now.
I didn’t expect to run into my father when I walked into my bedroom.
He was by my bed, with my phone in his hand.
Oh fuck! He was watching the video!
The girl moaned and begged as she was being fucked by her dad. At least that was what I pictured, based on the erotic noises.
“You like Daddy’s cock, slut?”
“Lottie, what is this?” Dad asked.
“Oh, hey Dad, it’s not what you think,” I said.
“YES, DADDY! FUCK YOUR SLUTTY DAUGHTER!”
Okay, so it was what he thought.
My heart slammed around in my chest. My stomach was in knots.
God, somebody kill me already.
Dad turned his eye from the phone and looked me up and down. He took his time too. Was he looking at me in a different way?
Then he smirked and tossed the phone to me.
“Don’t let your mother catch you with that stuff.”
“So, you’re cool with that?”
“Yeah, no probs. I find that kind of thing hot too. Must run in the family,” he chuckled.
“Cool,” I said, not really knowing how to respond. “Uh, why are you home so early?”
“Accident at work. One of the lads drilled through a water pipe so there’s nothing to be done until the higher-ups straighten it out. Everyone was told to take the day off.”
“Right.”
“I’ll leave you to it. I guess you have fun when you’re all alone in the house?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “Sorry Dad, is that wrong?”
“Hell no, I’m just glad someone has the time to do it. I have no time or the chance to do it. Otherwise, I’d be doing the same thing myself,” he laughed. “Sorry, oversharing.”
“No! Dad, it’s cool, really. I don’t mind sharing and talking about stuff like this. I always felt it was weird to be into this sort of thing… and now I know you’re into it too. You are into it, aren’t you?”
“Into what?”
I felt my face flush. “You know… Incest.”
He smirked, and then I knew Dad was just messing with me.
“You jerk!” I said, giving him a friendly thump.
We laughed at that, and what was left of the tension in the room dissipated.
“Okay, hon, I’ll excuse myself. There’s still time before Josh and your mother are home. Have a good one.”
God, I can’t believe I was going to say it. It was pure madness, but something inside me made me do it.
“Dad, you said you didn’t have time to uhh, sort yourself out. You think you’d want to do it, like, right now?”
“Lottie, are you suggesting that I should jerk off with you or something?”
I licked my lips. “Well, we do have the place to ourselves. I don’t mind, if it’s not weird or anything.”
Dad flashed me that warm smile that always seemed to melt me. Well, something else was melting, and I never really felt this way before. Okay, I might have the occasional incest fantasy about my Dad, but I didn’t expect it to actually happen. Not that it was going to happen! This might be, I dunno, kinda exciting if he’s cool with it. I mean, we’re both adults. What’s the harm?
“I think I’d like that very much.”
I didn’t waste any time jumping onto the bed before I chickened out. I got comfortable and Dad joined me. It was a double bed, so there was plenty of room.
“So, what are you watching?”
“Uhh, a daddy-daughter scene.”
“You like that sort of thing?”
The butterflies fluttered manically in my gut. “Yeah, I think that’s hot.”
“Me too.”
I pressed play, and we watched in silence.
Jesus, the father was really driving it into the daughter. At some point, he placed the camera on the side or something, and we had a shot of him fucking his daughter hard. All we could hear was her moaning helplessly. I tried not to groan under my breath as I heard the sound of his cock driving in and out of her.
Dad was beside me, equally stunned. I never knew how musky and masculine his scent was. He was working all morning, so he had a tinge of sweat, which went right to my head. I glanced to the side, and his chest was raising and falling.
His hand was between his legs. Holy fuck, was he trying to hide his boner?
Now or never.
I was holding the phone up so we both could watch the scene. With my other hand, I buried it between my legs. Shit. I was fucking soaked. I felt Dad’s eyes watching my fingers move over my pussy, under my panties, but he didn’t say anything.
I didn’t think he knew where to watch, either the phone or my hand.
It felt too good, and Dad watching me masturbate only added to my excitement.
“You going to sort yourself out too?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
It was kinda cute to see Dad being so bashful.
I sucked in a breath as he moved his hand away from his pants. His cock tented against the seam! Dad struggled for a bit with the zipper, and I almost moaned out when he managed to fish his dick out.
He… Was… Huge..!
“You sure you don’t mind me doing this?”
“No, Daddy, I don’t mind at all.”
Fucking hell, just do it already. I want to see you jerk that monster.
He cleared his throat and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. Dad had big strong builder’s hands and even he barely wrapped it around his shaft.
I tried not to stare, but I was mesmerized.
Dad was trying to hold in his moans as he pumped his cock. The way his fingers went up then down in a slow, steady rhythm was hypnotic.
Then precum leaked out at the tip.
“Daddy…”
“Oh shit, sorry, honey. I tend to leak when I’m really turned on.”
“You enjoying the video?”
“That’s one part of it,” he grunted.
Fuck, we didn’t say much more after that.
My clit ached painfully and each time I circled it with my finger, my hips would buck involuntarily. Even with Mr Bunny, I never felt this good. The panties pushing against my fingers felt restrictive, so I pulled them aside for easier play.
“Fuck,” Dad growled.
“What is it?”
“Just that, you have a really pretty pussy, Lottie.”
“Thanks,” I said.
My heart raced as I watched Dad pumping away. He wasn’t trying to rush it, but I sensed his pressure building. Or was it mine? He couldn’t keep his eyes off my pussy, and I loved how that made me feel.
“Daddy, would you like a hand?”
“You, you want to touch me?”
“I thought, maybe it’d be more fun if we helped each other out. Just an idea.”
He swallowed. “I’d love that, honey. Only if you’re sure.”
I smiled and reached over. Daddy hissed as I gripped his cock. It was burning hot and pulsed in my hand. I licked my lips and pumped him. A weird thrum of excitement coursed through me, as my pussy-soaked fingers were touched him. My own nectar was being rubbed into Dad’s cock!
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Feels so fucking good.”
Every time I dragged my hand up to his tip. His cock would twitch. I kept doing it over and over, and more precum leaked out and dripped over my fingers.
I wondered what it’d taste like…
“Daddy, do you think you can help me out too?”
“Sure, baby.”
His meaty hand reached over and danced over my trimmed pussy. He spent a few moments running his fingertips through it.
“Sorry, I know guys prefer it shaved,” I said, feeling like I disappointed him somehow.