"You shouldn't do that."

"Why?"

"Don't you think you're a little old to be sitting on your father's lap?" My mother asked, annoyance thick in her voice.

"It's movie night, we always cuddle on movie night," I replied.

"You're 19 years old. You ought to be able to sit in your own seat," Mom huffed.

"For God's sake, Barbara. We're not bothering anyone. You prefer her to come over to cuddle with you?" My dad said with teasing in his voice.

"Ha! I think not," My Mother laughed and leaned the recliner back so her feet went up. My Mom never sat on the couch because then she would have to be near us. She was never one for hugs, cuddling, or affection. In fact, since I was old enough to understand sex, I never knew my parents to have sex. Really, I have no idea how they made me at all or why my father married her, since affection seemed to be an allergy of hers. I always felt sad for my dad because of that. Maybe that was why our Friday night cuddling began.

"Fine, I guess there's just more cuddles for Annie and me," my dad said, and I felt his fingertips move like spiders up and down my ribs and under my arms.

I yelped and giggled uncontrollably as I squirmed and hopped on my dad's lap. "Dad! Stop!" I screamed between laughter and tears, my eyes filling with tears, "Daddy!"

"Oh, would you two hush up. I can't hear the movie!" Mom complained, and Dad's fingers stopped.

"Sorry, mom," I said, catching my breath.

"Sorry, Mom," my dad repeated. I looked over my shoulder and shared a goofy face that made us both giggle, then adjusted the covers and returned to watching the action movie my mom picked out.

It was only moments later that I noticed a bulge pressing against my tailbone, making it impossible to get comfortable. I adjusted in my father's lap until the hard object was pushed down between my legs. It was at the exact moment I felt the bump rub down my ass crack that I realized the object I was adjusting was my daddy's penis. His hard, erect penis.

I froze. My cheeks turned hot and went pale at the same time. Worried I did something wrong, I shrank where I sat, waiting to be scolded. My Dad was a good dad, and he was quick to reassure me. I jumped when his palms returned to my ribs, startled by the touch so soon after his tickling, but he wasn't tickling this time.

His palms were warm, and I felt them pull me back, urging me to relax my back against his chest. Licking my lips, I did so and felt the heat radiating from my daddy's chest. Slowly, his hands wrapped around my belly, underneath my arms. I felt his fingers brush over my breasts through my shirt. They cupped my breasts, and I gasped. I might have been 18, but I was still a virgin. I hadn't even ever had a boyfriend, yet.

No... No one has ever touched me like that before, I thought as his hands squeezed my chest gently, and I squinted and clenched my thighs together. Just then, the hard bulge flexed, and I felt it press just below my sex. I gasped and quickly concealed the sound with a cough. I glanced at my mom, who sat to our left and was still enthralled with her movie.

After minutes, but what felt like hours, of Daddy's fingers circling my nipples and groping my chest, I was beginning to pant without realizing it. I wasn't sure what was happening. It was like I had lost control of my body. My cheeks were flushed, my breathing increased, my nipples ached, and suddenly my inner thighs felt slippery. If any other man had this effect on me, I would stop it at once, but I trusted my daddy.

He knows what he's doing.

That was when his hands slid down my body. I wore a simple pink tank top with matching pink short shorts that were a little baggy even around my thick thighs. When Daddy's hands pushed between my thighs, I felt my belly do a somersault like I was riding a rollercoaster. Hesitantly, I spread my legs, letting my knees hang to the side. Biting my lower lip, I felt his hands rub my inner thighs. They were starting to get sweaty and clammy beneath the blanket, but we couldn't do anything about that while my mother was only feet away.

My eyes wandered up from the TV as Daddy's hands wandered down my thighs. By the time his hand rested on my crotch, and while I didn't know why, my mind begged for him to rub me. Daddy, being so kind, obliged. I felt his middle finger pressed down on my tiny slit and rubbed up and down slowly. My hips raised slightly to meet his touch and encourage him to press harder, but I was already struggling to keep quiet. I could feel the crotch of my shorts turn wet--I must have been leaking or something--but God, I didn't care. I just didn't want this feeling to stop.

I wanted Daddy's touch to be faster, I wanted it harder, I... I wanted Daddy inside me, but I couldn't. Minutes passed as Mommy watched her movie, and I struggled to keep from moving, from crying out, from giving away what was happening between Daddy and his Daughter beneath these covers.

By the time the movie reached its climax, I was feeling the same thing happening to me. At least I think I was? I had never orgasmed before, and I didn't know if I liked it. My arms and legs trembled, my heart raced, and something inside me was bubbling over. It felt like my bones were trying to crawl out of my skin. Daddy's fingers rubbed on my crotch in the perfect spot, and my toes curled as the orgasm peaked. It was only by luck that we were not caught. The epic gunfight in the movie was loud and happened at the same time that squeaks of moans slipped between my pinched lips. My eyes rolled backward just as I felt a squirt of moisture completely soak my shorts.

When I finally recovered and realized what had happened, my first instinct was to check on my mom — still watching the movie's ending. My next instinct was to hop off my dad's lap before my mess stained his pants, but Daddy's hands gripped my hips tightly and kept me on his lap. His hands slid over my legs and side as I calmed down. My breathing finally slowed when the movie ended, and my mother stood.

"I'm going to bed. Are you coming?" My mother asked my father.

"I think we'll start another movie. What do you say, baby girl?" he asked me. I nodded and smiled, not trusting my voice to speak.

My mom rolled her eyes and shook her head, Whatever," she said. My father clicked on another movie, and it was a minute later before they finally heard my mother's door close.

"You're burning up under there," Daddy said as he pulled the blanket off of us. The fresh air on my sweaty body felt like a drink of cool water.

I smiled nervously, "Um, yeah..." Outwardly, I cringed, finally seeing the mess my juices made of my thin shorts. They were plastered to my legs.

"Mmm, that was pretty fun, huh?" he said while his hands brushed over my soaked crotch. "It looks like you had fun."

"Um, mmhmmm," I hummed, nibbling nervously on my lip.

"Do you want to help Daddy have some fun?" he asked, and I felt his bulge flex on my ass again.

"Um, o-okay," I mumbled. He pulled me to the side and glanced at the entryway as if making sure Mom would not appear. Unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock out, and panic thumped in my heart. I... I had never seen a dick before, and I didn't... I didn't know they were that big. Just looking at it, I could feel the heat radiating off it as it flexed.

My daddy watched me look at it and smiled, "Go ahead. Touch it," he whispered.

Chewing the corner of my lip, I reached out hesitantly. My hand was tiny compared to the shaft. Gripping it, my fingers couldn't even fit completely around it.

"Mmmm, that's good, honey. Now just slide, up and down, like this," Daddy said and put his hand on mine, stroking it. When it flexed, I jumped, but Daddy reassured me, "It's okay... that just means you're doing a good job. You're Daddy's good girl."

Daddy used his other hand to brush my hair out of my face. He cupped my cheek and kissed me on my forehead.

"Mm, you know what makes Daddy feel even better? If you kiss it," he whispered as if it were a secret. My eyes went wide as he guided my head down to his lap. Part of me wanted to resist slowing down, but everything happened so fast. All of a sudden, his throbbing head was at my lips. With Daddy's hand on the back of my neck, I went down and kissed the tip, tasting the goo leaking from it. It was thick, sticky, and salty. "Ahh, that's it... that's my beautiful girl..."

I went to look up, but his hand pulled me deeper, and suddenly his cock was spreading my mouth open. Wider and wider, I hummed a worried sound as Daddy's cock stretched my jaw and depressed my tongue. It was uncomfortable, but hearing Daddy's deep groan made me happy. I didn't want to quit. I knew it had been so long since he had felt love like this. I wanted to be his good girl. I wanted to give him what Mom would not.

With a scrunched brow and slow but deliberate movement, I began to bob my head on his cock, allowing it to inch deeper into my mouth. I hummed and hawed as it teased my gag reflex, but I didn't quit. I would never quit on Daddy.

"Oh, God, baby..." he growled, as I felt his hand rub down my back and to my ass. His other hand rubbed over the back of my head, brushing the hair out of the way of my face. "You're beautiful with your lips stretched like that. Ugh... you're Daddy's favorite. You make--mmmm--make me feel so good."

As my mouth slobbered over his cock, I tasted more of his milky substance leak from his tip. I was actually starting to like it. I associated it with his moans and how good a job I was doing. His hand slid down to my ass and peeled my shorts off. In a trance, I helped him step out of them, so I was only wearing my tight pink spaghetti-strapped tank top.

With surprising strength and an eagerness I had never seen in him before, Daddy pulled me off his cock and yanked me onto his lap. His hands were rough and strong as he pulled my thighs to straddle him. I looked down on him and brushed my hair to the side and out of my face.

"Shhh shhh shhhhh, it's okay," he whispered, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb beneath my eyes. "Daddy's right here with you."

"O-Okay," I stuttered. He must have seen the fear in my eyes.

Lifting me up, he fed the tip of his saliva-soaked cock between my pussy lips, and I squealed as soon as it started to enter. Clapping a hand over my mouth so I didn't wake mommy, I moaned as Daddy stretched me out. He was so big. I felt so full.

"Ughhh... Jesus... Christ..." Daddy grunted as he tried to fit inside me. "You're so fucking tight, girl."

I made it halfway down before a mix of pleasure and pain forced me to bury my face into Daddy's shoulder. I clenched my teeth and felt the first release when he started to pull out. gasping, I thought I could relax until he slammed his cock back inside me.

"Ah, Daddy!" I whined, and his arms wrapped around me like a blanket of reassurance.

"I'm right here, baby. I'm right here..." he said and kissed the side of his temple. Then his cock began to fuck me. In and out, in and out. I couldn't tell which it was more of, pleasure or pain, as every thrust felt amazingly terrible, but I loved being so close to him. "You're doing good, baby. That's--that's it. Oh my God, darling... you're perfect on Daddy's cock."

"Oh my God," my voice trembled as the pace picked up and his cock moved in and out of me more easily. I felt a familiar jitteriness fill my limbs as Daddy fucked me and knew something was happening. "D-Daddy... Daddy I... Oh God... Daddy, I think I'm orgasming!" I warned.

"Ugh, yes, that's it, baby," he grunted, pulling my lips to his. "Cum for me, honey. Cum on Daddy's hard fucking cock," and then he kissed me hard and long, and not how a Daddy should kiss his daughter. Our tongues swirled as his cock stabbed deep inside me.

The explosive tremor in my body became too much, and every muscle in my body flexed as I orgasmed, but Daddy swallowed my panted moans and his arm stayed tight around my back. When the orgasm peaked, whatever pain I felt quickly disappeared, and suddenly I was overflowing with ecstasy. My skin pressed to Daddy's as the moment lingered and separated from time. For a moment, we were transported elsewhere. Connected in a way I never thought I could be with Daddy. I wanted it to never end, but, as all things do, it did.

Breaking from the kiss, I shuddered and fought to catch my breath. I felt my pussy still pulsating around his thick shaft. With incredible ease, he lifted me off his cock as if I were a toy doll to him. My arms wrapped around his neck in a hurry as he stood, carrying me.

"Daddy, don't drop me," I whispered.

"Never," he said. He eased me down back onto the couch, but this time my elbows were on the arm of it, and my knees pressed into the middle cushion. It wasn't until I saw Daddy aligning his cock behind me that I realized that he wasn't done with his baby girl.

Excitement and fear peaked inside me, and the only word I could spit out was, "Nng... Daddy--ahhmmm!" I grunted as I felt his cock enter my pussy again. This time, I felt much more exposed on my hands and knees.

"Ugh... that's it, baby. Just like that," Daddy groaned as he grabbed my hips and entered me. "You're such a good fucking girl. You're so goddam tight ughhh..."

"Mmmm!" I hummed. My fingers dug into the fabric of the chair.

Daddy grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me upright with the length of his cock still buried inside me. His fingers snatched the tail of the pink tank top and yanked it off. I heard the fabric stretch before flinging over my head and leaving me completely naked. His warm palms cupped my bare breasts for the first time, and I was close to hyperventilating until he kissed me over my shoulder. I could feel his firm grip tighten on my breasts just as his cock swelled and flexed inside my pussy. Moaning a high-pitched sound, Daddy swallowed his girl's cries and growled in response.

The thrusts that Daddy did now were different than before.

Harder.

Faster.

About the time, the sound of his body thumping against mine grew as loud as the TV still playing in the background, the pleasure flooding my sore pussy grew too much, and I had to break away from the kiss.

"Oh, Daddy..." I whimpered, and he shoved me back down onto the couch. "Oh, my God--Daddy!"

I moaned and pressed my lips into the couch, trying to muffle myself, but I was a mess of emotions. Lost in the feelings of the moment, I didn't even care if Mommy caught us at that moment. I wanted the world to see and feel the connection I shared with my daddy.

"Mm, yeah, that's it. You like that? You like Daddy's cock?" he grunted.

"Y-Yes, Daddy."

"Are you going to be Daddy's good fucking girl?"

"Oh my... yes, yes, oh God, yes, Daddy. Please!" I whined as my body writhed from abusive pleasure. His fingers dug into my hips and yanked me back to meet his thrusting hips. My breasts swayed and jiggled so much from how he used me, I could feel them hanging and clapping together.

"Fuck..." Daddy moaned, and I nearly came from how much in pleasure he sounded--, and I'm the one giving it to him."I'm gonna... Mmm, I'm gonna cum inside you, baby. Daddy's--Daddy's gonn cum deep inside your tight fucking hole!"

"Oh my God, Daddy, yes! Please!" I babbled reflexively. My mind was lost and doing circles at the thought of my own Daddy's semen squirting into my pussy. Flooded with anticipation, I felt my pussy pulsate and my body tense as I entered another orgasm that was the most powerful yet.

"Ugh--cumming!" he grunted between gritted teeth, and I felt him jam his iron rod deep inside my soaking wet hole. With every flex, he widened my pussy and pumped more of his semen inside me, coating my insides with his sticky seed.

"Oh, Daddy," I squeaked, my eyes rolling back and my body twitching.

A minute passed with us remaining in that position until he removed his cock, and I could feel his seed slipping out of me. I got dressed, and Daddy straightened up the living room as he did every night.

"Time for bed," he said, turning back to me. The look of my caring father was back in his eyes, replacing the aggressive lust that was just there.

"Daddy?" I said, holding my wet shorts. I was still feeling out of breath and dizzy.

"Yes, honey?"

"Can you tuck me in?"

A wicked smile grew on his face. "Of course, honey."