Today was one of the strangest days of my life. As I write these words, I look back and wonder if it was all a dream or if what happened really did happen.

I’m not like every other 19-year-old girl. I live a sheltered isolated life. My parents have tried to protect me from the dangers of the outside world. Sex is a subject that’s not spoken of in my house. I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend until I mature more and meet someone my parents approve of. Well, that’s never going to happen as I barely leave the house anyway. And I know that anyone I meet would never meet their approval.

I understand that they think they are looking after my best interests, but this has just made me resentful and afraid of everything and everyone. I’ve withdrawn into my shell and immersed myself in fantasy instead. It’s the only way I can experience at least some semblance of love and intimacy I’m so lacking. Well, that all changed today. Something in me flicked a switch and my whole world turned upside down.

Almost a year ago, I had started watching porn for the first time and had started touching myself. Porn opened up doors in me that I didn’t even know existed. I was thrown into a world of fantasy that I would immerse myself in for hours on end, as if to make up for all the time that I had missed during my teenage years. Obviously, I had to do a lot of hiding and sneaking around, but my parents never suspected a thing.

A few months ago, in a fit of rebellion, I decided to buy a dildo. This wasn’t an easy task by any means given my parents’ controlling nature. I won’t go into all the details here, but after many trials and tribulations, I managed to get it delivered to my house without them knowing.

I was disappointed in the size of the dildo, as it didn’t look like the picture on the site I had bought it from. It was much thinner and smaller, but I had to make do. I didn’t want to go through the whole stress and strain of ordering another one and risking my parents catching me. I found it pleasurable at first, but I quickly found it inadequate to fulfil me. It was just too small.

One day, a thought struck me: surely, Mom must have a dildo of her own. She had to. I mean, she had sex, right? I knew that Dad watched porn, as I had accidentally seen some sites open on his computer while fixing something for him one day. He didn’t know I knew. It felt unfair that they continued to treat me like a child when I was an adult woman with needs of my own.

I decided to sneak into my parents’ bedroom when they were both out and I had the house to myself. I rummaged through the chest of drawers, and sure enough I found it. It was hidden beneath a stack of underwear, and along with it was a vibrator. The dildo was much bigger and thicker than mine. I had to use it. I had to. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Using her mom’s dildo? That’s insane. Well, maybe I am insane. But I had to use it.

Mom’s dildo stretched me out like mine never did. I felt an incredible feeling of fullness, and the vibrator felt amazing too. I began using them whenever I could when my parents weren’t around. I would have the most spectacular orgasms every time. Of course, I washed them thoroughly after each use before placing them back in the drawer. I’m not that insane.

Fast forward to today. I hadn’t used Mom’s dildo for two weeks and I felt myself going crazy. It had been much harder to find time for myself as my dad had now started working from home and was always around. To make matters worse, the lock on my bedroom door decided to jam itself for whatever reason, which meant that I couldn’t shut my door until the locksmith fixed it. And he was only going to come tomorrow. So even touching myself was fraught with danger, except at night under the covers or in the shower. But it just wasn’t the same. I needed to use the dildo.

Sitting alone in my room, feeling the crushing weight of fear, anxiety, isolation and loneliness, a switch suddenly flicked in my head. Fuck it, I decided. I don’t care anymore. I’ll do whatever I want and fuck the consequences. Mom was at work but Dad was working in his home office attached to their bedroom. Yes, I would have to leave my door ajar due to the broken lock, but he was going to be busy working anyway. I wasn’t going to live in fear anymore.

I removed my T-shirt, shorts and panties and lay down naked on my bed. I turned on my laptop and started up a porn video. I spread my legs wide and started rubbing my pussy. A wave of relaxation spread through my body. After a few minutes, I stuck my dildo inside me. It felt small and inadequate after having used Mom’s dildo so much, but I felt good in a way I hadn’t been for a long time. I had to stay quiet and resist my urge to moan, but I didn’t care. I felt free.

And then I saw the door creak open slowly. I saw my dad’s face through the gap. His face was one of complete shock as he took in the sight before him. I’ve never seen him look like that. A second later he was gone and I heard him say quietly, “Could you come fix my computer. It’s stopped working.”

I got up quickly and put on my clothes. My heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. I was screwed. I went into his room, bracing myself for the worst. He had turned around, facing the computer. He mumbled something about some document not getting printed. He wouldn’t even look in my direction.

I got the document printed and turned around to leave. I hadn’t said anything the whole time but the words suddenly just came out of me, “Don’t tell Mom about what you saw, please.”

He kept staring at the computer as if he hadn’t heard me. I pressed on recklessly, “I’m not living a normal life like other girls. I have to do this so I don’t go crazy. And there’s nothing wrong with it either.”

It felt like an eternity, but he finally turned around. He still wouldn’t look at me, but he said quietly, “I won’t tell.” I couldn’t read his face. Was he angry? Was he disappointed in me? I couldn’t tell.

I turned around and headed towards the door again. And then I saw the chest of drawers. And at the bottom was….it. I don’t know what came over me then, but I turned back.

“Can I use that dildo?”

As the words left my lips, my heart started pounding even faster than it was already.

Silence. He was just staring at me. And then:

“What?”

I pointed towards the chest of drawers and said again, “Can I use that dildo?”

His face was blank, but I knew thoughts would be running through his mind as fast as the beating of my heart: What’s wrong with her? Why is she acting like this?

As he continued to do nothing, I moved towards the chest of drawers and took out the dildo. “I’ve been using it when you’re not at home. Can I use it? I’ll bring it back.”

An even longer silence. He was staring at the dildo as if he hadn’t seen such a thing before. Finally, “Just don’t let her find out.” His voice was hoarse.

I didn’t say anything. I left and went back to my room. I sat back on my bed and the realisation finally hit me. I just asked Dad if I could use Mom’s dildo. Jesus Christ. I just asked Dad if I could use Mom’s dildo. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. I just sat there in silence. And then: Fuck it. They know now. Well, he knows anyway. I’m not going to hide anymore. I’m done.

I opened the door wide. I lay back down on the bed and spread my legs wide. I thrust the dildo forcefully into my pussy. It was already soaking wet. I felt the familiar feeling of being filled, of being whole. I continued to thrust harder and started to moan out loud. I didn’t care if he heard. In and out, in and out.

A few minutes later, I lay the dildo upright on the bed and started riding it cowgirl, my favourite position. He would have surely heard the creaking of the bed and my increasingly loud moans, but I didn’t care. I rubbed my clit vigorously and felt another wave of pleasure. I reached out my hands and slapped my ass again and again. I was riding the dildo like nothing existed in this world but it and me. To get off it would mean the end of all pleasure, the end of everything. I finally climaxed and felt my body shudder in spasms I’d never felt the like of before.

The house was silent now. I lay back exhausted and just stared up at the ceiling for a while. I then got up and put my clothes back on. I went to the bathroom and washed the dildo in hot water. One thought kept running through my head over and over again: What was he going to say when I went back to his room? Was he going to yell at me? Would he say he’d tell Mom?

I headed towards his room but paused when I reached the ajar door of my room. Another thought had come into my head, banishing away all others. A shiver ran down my spine. There would be no going back after this.

I went into my room and took off my clothes again. All of them. I stood there naked holding Mom’s dildo and my heart was beating out of my chest again.

The door of Dad’s room was still open. I saw him staring at the computer screen, but he seemed lost in thought. I walked in. He half turned around but didn’t see me. I moved towards the chest of drawers and it was then that he saw me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his face, as shocked as he had been when he had first seen me in my room.

“I’ve washed it,” I said nonchalantly. I bent down and carefully put the dildo back under the underwear in the bottom drawer. I couldn’t see him, but I felt his eyes burning into me. He could see his daughter’s bare ass and his daughter’s moist pussy. He could see everything. I knew he saw me for the first time as a grown woman, a sexual being.

I stood up and saw him quickly avert his eyes. Not quick enough. Naughty Daddy.

“Can I use it again later?” I asked.

Silence. He was staring at the floor. Finally, he said, “Don’t let her find out.”

“I won’t,” I said.

I turned around to leave and then I heard his voice again, “Try not to do it so much. When you get the urge, just go do some chores or something. Try to keep yourself occupied with other things.”

I knew then he was disappointed in me. He had always thought I was a good girl, his good girl, but I wasn’t. For the first time that day I felt shame. What was wrong with me? Here I was standing naked in front of my dad and talking to him about things a daughter should never talk about with her father. This was not normal behaviour. I must be insane.

And then I saw it. The bulge in his pants. He was turned on, I knew it. He had placed his hands over his crotch in an attempt to hide it, but I had seen it.

“I’m not hurting anyone,” I said. “There’s nothing wrong with it. You should be thankful I’m not going out and having sex with random guys like other girls my age are doing.” He didn’t respond.

I took a deep breath. I was about to cross a line that should never be crossed. This would change my relationship with him forever.

“Can I see it? I’ve never seen one in real life before.”

He stared up at me in bewilderment until he saw my eyes resting on the bulge in his pants. Realisation dawned on his face. Another silence. I braced myself for a wave of anger. Daddy never used to shout at me for anything but he would surely do so now. What had I done? I had ruined everything.

The silence stretched on. Finally, incredibly, I saw his hands move to the buckle on his pants. I watched in a daze as he slowly undid it and pulled out his cock. I felt like pinching myself. Was this all a dream? All I could hear was my heart beating. I stared at his cock for what felt like an eternity. It was about the same length as Mom’s dildo but oh so much thicker. He was rock hard and I could see the precum dripping out of it.

“Can I touch it?”

He was still staring down at his cock, but I saw him nod almost imperceptibly. I moved towards him and knelt down at his feet. I reached out my hand and started stroking it. It was so thick it wouldn’t fit in my hand. I could feel the veins throbbing on its sides. He was as wet as I was. I continued to rub it up and down, using both my hands now. His eyes had moved down to my breasts and he was staring at them. Finally, he closed his eyes.

“Can I put it in my mouth, Dad?”

He opened his eyes and raised his hand. For an awful moment, I thought he was going to hit me and I flinched. Instead, I felt my head being pulled towards his cock. It filled my vision, and in that moment, it was my whole world.

I wrapped my lips around it and began to push it into my mouth. His hands were stroking my hair gently. He was moaning softly. I had Daddy’s cock in my mouth. I felt his entire girth filling it and pressing against the sides. It tasted like...I don’t know how to describe it. It tasted like ecstasy. Again and again it went in, deeper and deeper. It felt hypnotic. I was in such a trance that I don’t know how long it went on for, but I could feel his pleasure, and pleasing Daddy made me happy.

Finally, I felt him stiffen and I knew that he was going to cum. His hand tightened on my hair. He was moaning louder now. I felt the warm liquid in my mouth and the shock of it made me pull my head away. He continued to cum on my face. It was everywhere. Jesus. How much does he have in him?

He lay back in his chair. I could barely see. I swallowed the cum in my mouth and started wiping the rest from my face. So warm and sticky.

I could see his face now. He was staring at my breasts again, absently stroking his diminishing cock. He looked guilty. I don’t know how I felt then, but I knew we had both crossed a line that day. There was no going back. Neither of us spoke. I got up and left the room and headed to the bathroom to wash Dad’s cum off my face.

To be continued...