It was one of those days when I woke up with a particular craving one that only he could satisfy. I’m not sure why I had these cravings because I usually felt so guilty after.
During our morning phone call I had mentioned that I might need him to stop by on his way home from work and look at something,a phrase that we both understood all to well and now after I hung up the phone I was having second thoughts.
As I stood in the shower with the almost scalding water sprayed on my skin closed my eyes and my mind drifted. I thought of all the special times we have had over the years. I thought about how he loved my breasts,how he looked at them,how he touched them, how he loved to put his cock between them ,how he looked down at me and softy ask if I liked that.
I found myself fondling my sagging D cup breasts and pulling on their nipples. Not to soft yet not hard. Just enough pressure to send those electric jolts to my clit. When I reached down to touch it I found what I already knew,I was sopping wet, and not just from the hot water. That’s when I noticed I really needed a shave .
I came back to reality as I started to shave my throbbing pussy. I did it just how he liked it ,lips smooth,and mound bald all except a little tuft of hair right above my slit.
Hoping my playtime in the shower was enough to curb the primal urges I was feeling I continued my day and had all but forgot about my tentative plans later that day.
When my phone rang at 2:00 I looked and saw the caller ID said DAD I had that rush of emotion all over again. He said he had finished up work early and would be there in about 10 minutes if I was still needing something looked at. I sheepishly said yes.
I put down my phone and rushed to the closet where stripped naked and slipped on a shear white baby doll that he had bought me sometime before but I had not worn for him yet. Went back to the living room and sat on the couch and waited.
He walked in the sliding door and saw me sitting on the couch. Yes I was clothed but the sheer night gown exposed everything underneath. He made his way to me and kissed my forehead then our lips met. As we kissed his hands were all over me. Grabbing touching and groping me in ways a father should never touch his 40 year old daughter. He pulled my breasts out of the thin fabric that was covering them, dropped his pants to the floor and sat beside me on the couch.
As he explored my tits with his hands and mouth my hand found his thick fully erect cock and I slowly stroked him.
He whispered in my ear that he did have much time so I tried to lean over and take his cock into my mouth. He stopped me stood up and had me stand. He led me by the arm to the end of the couch and spun me around. I knew what he wanted as soon as he stood me up. Being the good girl I am I bent over the arm of the couch. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down my wet slit and slid his full length deep in my pussy. This is my favorite position with him. The height of the couch and the thickness of his member is the perfect combination. His hard deliberate thrust don’t take long to make me feel small contractions building. A few minutes of pounding he says “I want to feel you cum on my dick” . That’s all it took for me to have a leg shaking orgasm while Dad pumped in and out of my pussy. A few pumps later and I could feel him get harder inside me. He gave out a deep groan and I feel his hot cum shooting on my back.
I stand and turn around and he kissed my forehead and then my nose and said “You’re beautiful baby girl”.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/opugbh/intersection_between_shame_and_pleasure_after