My Poor Dad
Mother and I … Poor Dad
A few weeks after I found mother with Clark and Jeremy, and we had our chat about her and dad we kind of dropped the subject of them swinging, will her swinging, dad watching. I got home from school and mother was getting in about the same time. She settled in with a glass of wine and on the patio, before dad got home she asked me if I had given any more thought to her and dad swinging and me getting in on the act.
“Mother you’re asking if I want to sleep with dad?”
“No dear, I don’t think you want to do that, but I know he has been looking at you these past few weeks in a different way. He is thinking of you and me with two guys and with him watching.”
“How do you know that has he said that to you?”
“No, will not until I gave him the idea, that you were getting very grown up and you were attracting a lot of men and it would be easy to make her/you part of our life style.”
“He has been looking at me a lot these last few days, since you mentioned it.”
“Last night in bed we were getting it on and I started talking to him about you and how you were so much like me, and I told him that you had a high sex drive and that made him go off faster than he has in a long time, he mumbled your name when he unloaded into me.”
“So what do you have in mind?” We chatted until dad got home and later that night I started down that road to teasing my father. After dinner and some TV with my folks I had a few phone calls and around 10:30 I came down to the den in a sexy baby doll PJ and sexy high heels. “Mother you think these heels go with my new dress we got for the dance?”
Dad’s eyes bugged out as he looked at everything but my heels. Once I realized that Dad was checking me out every time I came into the room, I started to relentlessly tease him around the house when Mom was gone. I'd walk around in just panties and bra a lot more and if Mom went to bed early, I'd watch TV with Dad in just a baby-doll night thing, making sure to show plenty of leg and hot glimpses of my plump tits. My shorts became shorter and my bikini's smaller as I pranced around the house, seemingly oblivious to the erections I was causing my father.
One fateful Friday night mother and I sat dad up for the big kill. I turned down a date and stayed home. I was up in my room getting ready for the big show. Mother came to my room knocked on the door and cracked it open. “Your father is on his second drink and I’m faking a bad cold and going to bed; make him sweat bullets honey!”
I just smiled and winked at mother and a few minutes late went down to the den. Dad was alone watching TV. “Hey dad mother said she felt a cold coming on and went to bed after taking some pills.”
He looked up saw me in a light blue baby-doll with matching sheer thong panties. My dad, well into his third whatever on the rocks, looked up at me from his leather recliner and softly remarked, "You better cover up. Your mother would be mad if she saw you in that.”
Giggling, I looked him in his robe and I guess his underwear. “Dad can I have a glass of wine?”
“Sure baby, here let me get it for you, I need a freshener.”
I sat cross-legged on the couch across from his recliner, my shaved pussy already damp under the semi-transparent panties. “Dad I think mother took something strong I heard her snoring as I came past your bedroom, she is out for the count, oh and you may not want to sleep with her tonight, you might get what she has!” He just nodded yes.
I pretended to be getting engrossed in the horror movie he was watching. Every now and then, I'd give a little shudder or shriek as the suspense built in the movie, making my dad laugh and call me a chicken.
All the lights were out in the room, and only the TV was putting out the light that I needed to see my going in the tank father. After a twenty minutes or so had passed, I told Dad I was really sacred and got up and sat on his lap.
At 5'9 almost 5’10” at 130#, I must have felt like a full load to my father who is 6'1, 200#. Sitting there quietly, I pretended to be absorbed in the movie and would squirm every so often as if scared by something in the movie. As expected, my barely covered ass, squirming on my dad's lap, quickly aroused my 3 sheets to the wind father. I frequently caught him staring down the top of my baby-doll at my 39D’s and I felt his cock grow beneath me as he peeked at my firm, young tits.
Leaning back into him I ground my firm around ass hard against his swelling dick in an unmistakable display of intentional cock-teasing.
Dad moaned softly as he shifted in his chair, squirming harder, I put one of my bare feet on his thighs and melted back against him.
He grunted as my firm ass pressed against his rigid cock. Throwing caution to the wind, I whispered without looking at him I put my hand down on his lap as if I were going to shift my weight and when my hand went down it went down on his cock. He was rock hard and his thick daddy meat stood up out of the fold of his robe.
“Oh good heavens mother would kill us both if she knew I caused you to get a stiff one! Did I cause that Daddy?"
I felt him stiffen. "You cause, ah, ah what sweetie?" he asked cautiously; with his head back on the recliner looking up at the ceiling.
I put my face next to his cheek. "Your thing daddy, it’s so stiff.” Just than I placed my hand down on it and gripped it like a pole. “Oh daddy don’t tell mother I touched you, she would be pissed!”
I sat up and tried to slip my leg over him and stand up away from him, but I fell back on his lap and his man meat went for my teenage pussy and only for my thing it might, I said it might have slipped in my sweet young pussy. I looked back at him and that got him out of his swimming head, caused from the hard stuff he had been drinking.
“Oh daddy that big thing almost went in me. Daddy I know you watch me with boys when I’m parked in the drive after a date, late at night." I whispered seductively rubbing my panty-covered ass against his throbbing cock.
At a loss for words, my father just sat here silently.
"I know you come home, have a drink or two, maybe three, and watch me in my room." I went on, leaning harder into him, my voice barely a whisper "You ever watch some of those boys fuck me. Does it make you hard to watch?"
My dad groaned helplessly and his hands began to gently stroke my bare legs.
"You like watching me fuck them?" I asked teasingly, squirming slowly on his lap. "Do I fuck them good?"
"M-Ma-Marca..." My dad groaned in despair. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. Don't tell your Mom. Please. I just had to look...and now...well...I'm sorry. Look, don't say anything to anyone; I won't watch you anymore."
Grabbing my Dad's hands, I pulled them up over my tits and put my other foot up on his empty thigh. Writhing more forcefully against him, I promised, "I'm not going to tell on you if you don't tell on me. You can watch me anytime you want."
Wickedly, I continued to torment him. "Do you want to fuck me like they do? Do you want to fuck me too, Daddy?"
Even while fondling his half-naked 17-year old daughter's boobs as I grinded away on his lap; my drunken father played the admonishing parent. "No. No. I can't do that. I shouldn't even be watching you. Get off my lap and get your ass upstairs right now. Go on. Stop acting like a slut."
I notice happily that my father's words had no force behind them and I giggled softly to myself as I obeyed his order. I stood up making sure I pushed off him by running my hand over his cock one last time. I turned as I walked away. His cock shot up from his robe; damn he didn’t have any underwear on, Jesus look at that pink snake. He saw me looking and quickly covered himself.
“I would like for you to watch me, do an older guy, maybe one of your friends, why don’t you talk with mother about it!”
To be continued ….
