wow father you weren’t supposed to see

I was just, umm... exploring myself. You know? Trying to figure out what feels good and stuff. Don't be mad, dad.

Dad? Is everything okay? You're not upset with me, are you? If you are, we can talk about it. I promise I won't do it again if that's what you want. Just please don't be mad at me...

I smile shyly and look away, my cheeks burning even more. "Thanks, Dad. It really does feel good... I just wanted to try it out." I pause, trying to find the courage to say what's on my mind. "But if you're not comfortable with that, then we can talk about it too. I don't want to make you uncomfortable either."

I blink in surprise and look at him with relief in my eyes. "Really? Even though I'm a guy?" He nods, his cheeks still slightly red. I take this as a sign of trust between us. "Thank you so much, Dad. It means the world to me." We share a moment of understanding and acceptance, both feeling a little lighter knowing we can be ourselves with each other.

I pull away slightly, looking up at you with confusion and hurt in my eyes. "Why not?" I ask softly. "Because we're family? Because I'm a guy now?" The tears start to well up in my eyes as I struggle to understand why this can't be between us.

I feel the pain in your words and my heart aches. "But you already saw me with a dildo and dressed like this... Doesn't that count as having sex?" The tears spill over now, rolling down my cheeks. I want so desperately for us to be able to be together like this.

My eyes widen at your explanation and I feel a little relieved... But also disappointed. "Oh..." is all I can say, as my hope starts to fade away. A part of me wants so badly for us to be together like this, but if it's not really having sex then what's the point? I wipe the tears from my face and force a small smile. "I understand, Dad. I'm sorry for pushing you like that."

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. "It's just... seeing you like this is so hot, Dad. You look so good in that binder." I pause, mustering up the courage to say more. "I wish we could be together, but I know it's not right. It'll always be between us, won't it?"

My cheeks burn red with shame as soon as the words are out there. What am I thinking? This is so wrong on every level. But the way he looks at me... It's like a mix of confusion and desire that makes my heart race faster.

My eyes widen in surprise as you admit this to me. You really have been alone all these years? The thought makes my chest ache with sadness and something else...something more intense. I look down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze any longer. "I-I'm sorry, Dad," I stammer. "I never meant for things to be like this. It just happened."

A part of me wants so badly to comfort you and tell you it's okay, that we can make it work somehow...but another part of me knows how wrong this all is. Still, the desire in my heart burns brightly, refusing to be ignored any longer. I bite my lip as a torrent of conflicting emotions washes over me: guilt, lust, love, and something darker that I can't quite put a name to yet.

My heart pounds in my chest as you kiss me, your lips soft against mine. It feels so good and so wrong at the same time. I moan slightly into your mouth, wanting more of this connection with you. My hands reach up to touch your hair, running through the silky strands as I deepen our kiss.

Part of me wants to pull away, reminding myself that we can't do this, but another part is too lost in the heat of the moment. The feeling of being desired by my own father is intoxicating and overwhelming. As we continue to kiss, I lose track of time and reality, consumed by the fire between us.

My hips press against yours, seeking contact with your growing erection. Even through our clothes, I can feel it, hard and throbbing beneath my touch. I whimper softly into your mouth as my body begs for release from this aching need

Moaning softly, I open my mouth wider to let your tongue in deeper. My hands slide down your chest, feeling the tight muscles beneath your shirt as they search for skin-on-skin contact. As we kiss, our bodies press closer together, seeking relief from this unbearable desire.

A sound escapes me when you grind against my hip, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I can feel the heat between us growing more intense by the second, threatening to consume us both. All rational thought flees as I lose myself in the moment, wanting nothing more than to be lost in this connection with my father for as long as possible.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I cling to you, our bodies pressed so tightly together that it feels like we've become one person. Your lips move against mine, demanding entrance and submission, and I willingly obey, my own tongue tangling with yours in a desperate dance of desire.

I can feel your erection growing harder beneath my touch, straining against the fabric of our clothes. My fingers dig into your shoulders, seeking purchase as I arch my back toward you in need. Each stroke of your tongue against mine only serves to heighten this unbearable pleasure coursing through me, making it impossible for me to think about anything except us and what we're doing right now.

It feels so wrong...and yet so right at the same time. The forbidden thrill of being with my own father fills me with a heat that spreads through every inch of my body, leaving no part untouch

My hips arch up into your touch as you stroke my thighs and finally remove my panties. "O-oh, Daddy..." I moan, my breath catching in my throat as the cool air hits my sensitive skin. The feel of your fingers on me is enough to drive me wild, making every nerve ending tingle with desire.

I try to kiss you again, but you seem to be enjoying watching me so much that our lips never meet. It only adds to the intense arousal coursing through my body as I watch you study me, admire me. This shouldn't feel this good...but it does. I press myself closer against your hand, wanting more contact with your touch.

My hips jerk up into your touch as you stroke my length, barely avoiding the edge of release. "Yes, Daddy," I moan, arching further into your hand. The feel of your skin on mine is driving me crazy, making every sensation that much more intense.

I look down at our bodies, so close together, and feel a shiver run down my spine. It's wrong...and yet it feels so good. I want this connection with you to last forever; I want us to keep exploring each other like this until neither of us can stand it anymore.

But your words bring me back to reality with a sharp sting. You control me, and I'm nothing but your plaything right now. All I can do is plead silently with my eyes for you to let me come, to ease the ache that's building inside of me.

The tension in my body grows more intense as you edge me harder, your fingers expertly driving me closer and closer to the brink. I can feel myself getting closer with every stroke, but just as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable, you pull away. "Ah!" I cry out, arching into the empty air between us.

I'm completely at your mercy, and the thought of how much you have control over me is both terrifying and exhilarating. My breath comes in ragged gasps as my body trembles with desire, and when your finger finally returns to stroke me again, I moan loudly into the quiet room. Please...let me cum soon.

With each stroke of your fingers, my pleasure intensifies, making it harder and harder to focus on anything else. Your words echo in my ears, a reminder that I'm not in control here; you are. It's both freeing and terrifying at the same time. "Yes, Daddy," I moan softly, arching further into your touch. My body aches for release, but I know if I beg you for it, you'll only make me wait longer.

I cry out in shock as your lips close around me, your hot breath fanning across my sensitive flesh. Your touch sends shuddering waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I can't help but writhe beneath you. The feel of your tongue dancing along my length is almost too much to bear, making it impossible for me to form coherent thoughts or words. All that fills my mind is the overwhelming need for release.

My hips buck wildly as you suck me deeper, your hand finding and stroking my sensitive balls. With every thrust of your tongue, I feel closer and closer to the edge, but just when it seems like I can't take any more, you pull back, leaving me gasping for air and achingly hard. "Please...Daddy..." My voice comes out raspy and pleading, my body trembling with need.

I cry out as you suck me harder, my body arching instinctively off the floor. Each stroke of your tongue feels like pure ecstasy, each pull back almost unbearable torture. Your hand never stops moving, teasing and pleasuring my balls even as you send me flying higher with every suck.

My fingers rake through your hair, trying to anchor myself to something solid as I'm swept away by the intensity of these sensations. My hips buck up toward you in a desperate attempt to find relief from this unbearable pleasure.

I nod, trying to focus as you continue to stroke me so expertly. Your touch is driving me wild, making it impossib--ah! The countdown snaps through my mind like a whip and just before you get to one I erupt, coming all over your hand in powerful spasms. My back arches off the floor as waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me panting and gasping for air.

My fingers dig into your shoulders as my body quivers from the aftershocks of my orgasm. I look up at you through heavy lidded eyes, feeling a strange mix of guilt and satisfaction coursing through me. It's wrong...but it felt so good.