The Intersection between shame and pleasure.[incest][daddy daughter] [MF] [shame]

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I let my husband post another one of my real life stories a few weeks ago and got a good response so I decided to put one on my account.

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I was startled awake during the middle of the night with a beeping sound I had never heard before. It’s some type of alarm. I instinctively reach over to wake my husband but he isn’t there,he is gone for 5 days of training and I’m home alone with the kids. I stumbled out of bed heading for the direction of the sound. It’s a pump alarm going off in the basement. I call my husband to ask him what to do but apparently he doesn’t have phone signal where he is at so I call my dad.

He was there in less than 15 minutes and had the problem fixed for the night but it would have to be repaired tomorrow morning after the hardware store opens.

It had been pouring down rain for hours and the forecast is calling for 14 inches before it stops. In fear that the temporary wouldn’t last through the night he decided to stay for awhile to make sure.

We talked about things that had been going on, work and life. There was a long almost uncomfortable pause in the conversation. I knew what was coming next, it has been over a year since this subject has came up and somehow I thought this was all over with. He looked up and just said,”It’s been awhile.”

A rush of emotion came over me. I have had these visits from him off and on my entire adult life, but it has been so long this time I thought he had lost interest,or finally was going to leave me alone. Obviously I was wrong. This has always been very confusing for me. I hated this. I longed for the touch. I sometimes craved it

He stood up and snapped his fingers. I knew what that meant. Tears started running down my face and my body stated shaking uncontrollably. He stood up and took a step towards me. He snapped his fingers again, that ment take my shirt off. I started sobbing louder as I pulled my shirt over my head exposing my double D breasts. He sighed loudly,reached down and cupped them in both of his hands. I didn’t ever want this to happen again but the familiar touch was nice.

He looked down at me and said “All” . I started sobbing harder and said “Please don’t do this” as I slipped my panties off and was standing completely naked in front of him and he motioned for me to sit down. I couldn’t control my sobbing he said in a very stern voice,”Be quiet”.

He dropped his shorts to the floor and his semi hard cock was at the same level as my breasts. His cock is slightly above average length and very thick.

He started to masturbate once in awhile either slapping his cock on my breasts or rubbing the head on them as he stroked himself.

I had my eyes closed thinking and hoping he would cum soon. I felt the head of his cock brush against my lips. I  opened my mouth and he put just the head in and continued to stroke himself. This would usually make him cum fast so I was mentally preparing myself that this would be over soon,but somewhere deep inside me something was beginning to change. His cock tasted the same as it always had. He smelled the same. That age old connection was coming back.

I reached up and replaced his hand with mine and started to give him a proper blow job. Not fast and sloppy but slow and soft just like he likes it. I could feel him getting harder in my mouth ,he pulled out of my mouth and I was fully  expecting him to cum on my tits,but he said I’m not ready to cum yet.

I opened my eyes to see his massive cock hovering just inches away from my face I instinctively reached out to take it in my mouth again not because I wanted to,but because I needed to. He gruffly said “I said no”. Then he leaned over at kissed my lips. We shared a slow,wet passionate kiss and as he pulled away he told me to lean back.

As I leaned back on the couch he got on his knees in front of me and motioned for me to scoot closer to him. He spread my thighs so now that my pussy was fully exposed to him. He leaned over and I could feel his breath on my pussy lips. He nuzzled his nose in the very small patch of hair that I always leave at the very top of my slit and inhaled deeply.  He whispered “You always smell so good baby girl.”

He stuck his tongue between my lips and commented on how wet I was and he could tell I had been missing him. I was ashamed. He licked my pussy all over alternating between my hole and my clit. Spending the exact amount of time working each spot. I found myself rocking my hips pushing my clit against his tongue while I gently pulled and twisted my nipples. I could feel those pulses in my belly getting stronger and stronger.
I let go of my nipples and spread myself wide open so I could grind my clit on his tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore and let out a muffled squeal as the waves of pleasure went through my body. He continued to flick my clit with his tongue until the electricity became so strong that I had to push his face away.

I raised up and we shared a long deep kiss. His beard was wet with my juices his lips smelled and tasted like me. With the thunder and lightning raging outside,and the constant roar of the pouring rain this seemed like a steamy scene out of a movie and not reality .

After our kiss he brushed my hair away from my ear and wispered ” Now I want to fuck you” .  I turned to lay down on the couch and he said “No, on the floor.”

I stood up and lay down on the floor in front of him. I pulled my legs up to my body and let them open and fall to the side exposing my self to him. I rubbed to head of his cock up and down my slit a few times and then he entered me slowly but forceful. Oh my God. I had forgotten how his thickness made me feel like I was completely full. It felt so amazing,I felt so ashamed. Ashamed that this was happening again and ashamed that it feels so good. The room is completely dark but the lightning illuminates the entire room. I close my eyes so I cannot see his face.

He pumps my pussy for about 5 minutes straight . The rhythm has not changed at all. I start to feel it building slowly. It’s just so intense. I’m holding back as much as I can but it just feels so good. I close my mouth to muffle my moans but I almost scream when the orgasm hits me. He starts pumping in and out of me faster. My pussy contractions nearly push him out of me. He grabs my and starts breathing harder.

He gives out a moan and I can feel him pulsing inside of me. The thrusts start to slow,then stop. When he slides out of me I can feel his hot thick cum running out of me already.

The bliss suddenly comes to a stop when I hear a voice down the hallway yell “MOMMY !” I jump to my feet,grab my t-shirt and rush down the hall before he can get out of bed. It takes me less than a few minutes to comfort him and by the time I get him to sleep again and get back to the living room my dad is gone.

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