Letting yourself into your parents house this late at night brought back memories. When you were younger you wouldn’t have had your own set of keys, but you knew how to shimmy the door. Back then you were sneaking in to hide the fact you had been out partying. Now, after a year away at college, you were working late and staying at home just to keep your head above financial waters.
You smiled at the memories as you silently climbed the stairs. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the fact that your parents were still arguing. You paused outside their door to hear what the fight was about tonight.
“We just did it 3 weeks ago!” Your mom said, exasperation in her voice. “What more do you want from me?”
“Fine!” Your dad replied. “Guess I’d better go take a cold shower.”
You blushed as you snuck to your room. Your mom was pretty enough, essentially an older version of yourself, but apparently her libido had dried up. Which was an unfortunate irony. Your first year of college had brought you all sorts of new found freedoms, but moving home for the summer had caused your social life to come to a grinding halt.
‘Poor dad just wants to get his dick wet.’ You thought as you undressed and climbed into bed.
The soft, silky sheets slid across your smooth skin helping both relax and excite you.
‘Fuck’ you thought. ‘Right about now I’d give anything to have a guy that eager to climb on top of me.’
Through the wall you could hear the shower running. Even though you knew it was cold water, your imagination was running wild.
Remember that time he caught you sneaking in after a particularly wild party? He had been so furious that he had bent you over his lap and spanked you right there. Maybe it was the alcohol affecting your body but no matter how hard he had hit your ass all you could think of had been the bulge pressing into your tummy.
Then there was that time right after your 18th birthday. You had accidentally walked in on him getting out of the shower. The water definitely had not been cold that day.
A hand strayed down between your legs as your tired mind remembered the sight of your dad’s naked body dripping water from … well … everywhere. Another hand cupped your breast, your fingers pinching your areola.
The conflict of how taboo fingering yourself to the thought of your dad’s cock weighed so heavily on you mind that you slowly drifted off to sleep just like that.
In your dream you heard the shower turn off and a moment later your parents’ door opened. For a brief second you heard the sound of your mom’s snoring before the door shut.
You were asleep … right? You were just dreaming that your door swung silently open and the muscular outline of your dad stood silhouetted in the dim light from the hall … right?
The dreamy silhouette tip toed across the dark room and sat on the edge of your bed. Your dream was so real you could even feel the mattress sink. Not to mention the weight of his hand on your leg.
“Mmmmmm.” You sighed. This was such a nice dream. Of course your dad would never …
The shadowy silhouette paused and held its breath, his hand still on your thigh.
‘No! I’m asleep!’ You willed your dream back to life as you rolled over onto your back and breathed deeply.
After a brief pause your dream daddy resumed stroking your leg, pulling your sheets down slowly as he did. Somewhere deep in the back of your mind you considered that you should stop this. But your heart was pounding so loudly in your own ears, he must hear it and know you weren’t really asleep … right?
When the sheet disappeared his hand replaced it but higher up and now on the inside of your thigh. And it crept higher. And higher.
“Aaaahhhhhhhh” The moan that escaped your lips surprised you as much as it surprised him.
His hand paused just shy of its goal and he studied your breathing. Your body trembled with anticipation and goose bumps spread up your torso.
Finally you felt his hand slide between your legs. The heat radiating from your pussy must have melted his finger tips because they slid straight inside. There was no concealing your reaction. He must have known you were awake and that you wanted this as much as he did. You didn’t want to risk him chickening out now. So you reached down and held his hand with his fingers inside you.
Just then you felt his other hand slide up your stomach and over the curve of your breast.
“Oh daddy.” You sighed as his fingers curled inside you to stroke your g-spot.
“You like that baby?” He asked.
With one hand holding his wrist three knuckles deep inside you, your other hand found your clit and began to flick it so all that came out in response was: “mmmhhmmmm.”
His free hand continued is upward journey. His fingers only teased your nipples as they passed. Finally they settled around your throat, holding you tight.
“You like being daddy’s good girl?” He asked as his fingers tightened.
Again, all you could reply was “Mmmfffgghhhhhh.” Half because of how he was cooking you but even more because you were already Cummings.
Lucky for you this was just the first time for you that night …
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11eubqe/daddy_comes_into_your_room