A lazy Saturday with Daddy: Part 1

*Author’s note: This piece of writing is intended for adults only, and all characters depicted are over the age of 18. If you’re not into incest or DD/lg type erotica, I wouldn’t recommend reading on.*

“Baby, it’s almost noon.”

I groggily lift my head, squinting at you as I watch you walk across my room and open the curtains. I groan and pull a pillow over my face to block out the sunlight.

“But daddy, I’m tired,” I say, my voice muted slightly by the pillow. You hear me anyway, and come and snatch the pillow away from me. You playfully hit me with it before throwing it down next to me.

“I’m not about to let you sleep all day.”

“But it’s Saturday.”

“You’ve just had an entire week off school, and you’re trying to play the Saturday card?” you ask, grinning at me. “I don’t think so, missy.”

I sigh heavily before pushing myself to sit up in bed, leaning back against the headboard.

“It’s a start,” you say, before coming over and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

“You know what would help?” I ask, smiling sweetly up at you as you pull back. You smile a knowing smile back at me and I can’t help but giggle.

“Coffee. Black. In your favourite cup.”

I beam in response, and watch you disappear out through my bedroom door to go make my coffee. I sink back down and wrap myself up in my bedsheets again, sneaking in five more minutes.

“Fran, are you serious?” I hear you ask when you walk back in. I giggle and pull the covers over my head, only for you to tear them off of me. Goosebumps rush across my entire body as my skin reacts to the cold: I’m wearing my usual thin t-shirt and a tiny pair of shorts.

I grumble disapprovingly but decide to sit up, crossing my legs and nursing my cup of coffee close to my chest in a bid to warm up a little. You sit at the foot of my bed and sigh at me, but I can see the glimmer of amusement in your eyes. This is a game we’ve played almost every morning as far back as I can remember.

“What do you feel like doing today?” you ask, making no attempt to hide your downwards glance at my nipples. The cold has hardened them to the point that you can very clearly make them out through the thin cotton of my worn t-shirt.

“I don’t know,” I reply, taking a sip of coffee before reaching across to set the cup down on my nightstand. I smirk when I realise I left my bullet vibrator there from the night before. I make no attempt to hide it.

I lift my arms above my head to stretch out my back and give an exaggerated yawn. “There’s really nothing to do, we’re in the middle of a pandemic.”

I can tell that you’re still struggling to keep your eyes off my nipples. Your fatherly urge to protect me is warring in your mind with your libido.

“Maybe we just… Maybe we just hang out today, huh?” You sound distracted, and I see your Adam’s apple rise and fall as you gulp. “Watch a couple movies, maybe?”

I nod my agreement and stretch my legs out towards you so my feet are touching your thigh. You look down at them briefly before following the shape of my legs up to my crotch. My tiny shorts barely cover me up, and you can just about make out the faint line of my pussy slit through the material. You lick your lips.

“What do you wanna watch, daddy?” I ask. Your eyes snap up to look at my face, and you look lost for a moment before my question seems to land.

“Uh… I’ll let you choose, babygirl. We can watch whatever you want.”

You smile fondly at me, your eyes warm. I smile back at you, but feel my pussy clench excitedly as you place a hand on my leg near my ankle, your thumb rubbing back and forth on my skin. My eyelids flutter a little, and I have to take in a long breath to compose myself.

“I was up late watching a really great movie last night,” I tell you.

“Oh, so that’s why you’re so sleepy today huh?” Your hand continues to rub at my leg but you adjust your position slightly so I have a better view of your crotch and I wonder if you did that on purpose. I can clearly see the outline of your semi-erect cock through your grey sweatpants.

“Yeah. I was up very, very late. Because I had to see how it ended.”

“What was it about?”

“It was about this older man who falls in love with a girl. So he marries her mother to get close to her.”

“Sounds interesting,” you say, your voice wavering slightly.

“So he becomes her step-daddy. And the mom has no idea that he doesn’t even love her, he just wants the daughter.”

“Does the daughter know?” Subconsciously, your free hand creeps slowly towards your hardening cock, your arousal becoming too much to bear.

“Oh, she knows. She teases him. Wears revealing clothes around him to try to get his attention.”

Your nostrils flare slightly, and you clench your jaw as you try to stay composed. I know I almost have you.

“Does that remind you of someone, daddy?” I ask, keeping my voice soft-sounding and delicate, my eyes doe-like and innocent. Your thumb rubs at the head of your cock through the material of your sweats.

“Should it?” you ask. Your voice sounds strained and the muscle on either side of your jaw is pulsating as you clench and unclench your teeth. You’re on the verge of breaking.

“I think you know the answer to that.” I tease, before drawing my legs away from you and spreading them. Your eyes widen as they drop to look at my crotch. You can see my pussy lips now, bald and smooth and begging to be touched. Your cock throbs in your pants, and that primal male instinct of yours takes over. You don’t care about right or wrong now, you don’t care about good and evil. You just know you need to fuck me.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lrxlq5/a_lazy_saturday_with_daddy_part_1