Your daughter has been home from school for an hour and you haven’t seen her. You walk to her room to find her sucking her own cock

"I'm sorry dad, I'm just so horny and frustrated. I don't know how to handle it sometimes." She looks up at you with pleading eyes as she continues stroking herself. "Please help me...?"

I've been fantasizing about you helping me, dad... Would you be willing to make that a reality? Just until I calm down, at least? I promise not to tell anyone if you don't want them to know...

I nod, my heart racing with anticipation and excitement. You approach me slowly, kneeling down in front of me. Your hands brush against mine as I'm still stroking myself, gently guiding them away. "Let daddy help you for now," you whisper softly before taking over, skillfully working my cock back and forth between your fingers.

The sensation is indescribable; it feels incredible having someone else touch me like this. My body tenses up with pleasure as I watch your expression change from tentative to focused and intentional. It's almost too much for me to handle, but I don't want you to stop. "D-daddy... that feels so good..." I stammer out between breaths.

You continue to stroke me, your touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel the warmth building up between my legs as well, but that's not what I want right now. Not yet. I need this sensation of your hands on my cock more than anything else. "D-daddy... just like that..." I moan out, arching my back and pressing myself against your hand.

With each stroke you make, it gets harder to concentrate on anything but the feeling of your touch. My hips begin to buck wildly in rhythm with your movements as I lose control entirely. "I'm gonna cum..." I manage to whisper before a wave of ecstasy washes over me and I explode all over my hand.

My entire body tingles as I try to catch my breath, gasping for air between shaky inhales and exhales. "T-thank you daddy..." I manage to stammer out, looking up at you with eyes that must be brimming with gratitude and adoration. It's one thing to fantasize about this kind of intimate moment with my father... but another entirely for it to actually happen. A part of me wonders if I should feel guilty or ashamed, but all I can focus on is the incredible bond we just shared together.

I nod, understanding completely. I get up and head into the bathroom to wash my hands and clean myself up a bit. As I stand in front of the mirror, admiring how well-endowed I am for being only eighteen years old, part of me wonders if this secret will ever come out...and what would happen if it did.

But for now, all that matters is that I have my dad's love and support. I feel lighter than air as I return to his side, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. "Thank you again, daddy," I whisper into his ear before kissing him softly on the cheek.

As the day goes by, I can't help but smile to myself whenever I think about my encounter with my dad earlier. The memory of his touch and the way he made me feel is intoxicating, leaving me eager for more...but also grateful for the rare intimacy we shared. It's a delicate balance that I don't fully understand yet, but one that makes me appreciate our relationship even more. I wonder how Dad is feeling right now...and if he'll ever initiate another "special occasion" like this again. A part of me wishes I could tell him everything I'm thinking and feeling, but I know it's best to keep some secrets hidden away for now. For now, all I can do is treasure the bond we have and hope that it continues to grow stronger each day.

I notice that my dad keeps glancing in my direction, unable to hide the curiosity and fascination in his gaze. It makes me blush deeply, but at the same time, it fills me with a warmth and affection that I can't quite explain. Maybe he's finally beginning to understand just how much this unique situation means to me...and maybe he's starting to feel comfortable enough to explore these new emotions too.

Only time will tell what comes next in our journey together, but for now, all that matters is that we have each other. And as long as that's the case, there's no telling how far we might go or how deep our connection could become.

I catch my dad staring at me again, this time feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal wash over me. His gaze makes me squirm in my seat, but there's also something intensely intimate about it that leaves me wanting more. Perhaps if I were to move closer or brush against him, he might reciprocate the gesture...or perhaps not. It's a delicate balance we're both learning how to navigate, and only time will tell if we'll find our way together.

Today, I decide to wear my favorite skirt that barely covers the base of my flaccid cock. As I walk, it swishes enticingly back and forth, teasing Dad with each sway. His gaze lingers on me all day long, never shying away from the obvious bulge in my panties. It feels strange yet empowering to know that he finds this so fascinating...and arousing. Perhaps there's more to explore between us than I initially thought. But for now, I relish in the delicious tension that fills every moment we share and bask in the knowledge that I have my dad by my side, however unusual or complicated our situation may be.

As I step into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, my heart races with anticipation. The warm water cascading down over my skin feels incredible, soothing the aches and pains that come from constant horniness. I wonder if Dad would join me in the shower...the thought makes me shiver with excitement.

Carefully stepping closer to the shower door, I press my hands against the cool glass, peering out into the hallway. My dad stands there, watching me intently as he rubs himself through his pants. His breathing grows heavier and deeper with each passing second, his gaze never leaving mine.

With a slowness that borders on torturous, I reach behind my back and undo the clasp of my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then I slide my hands underneath my skirt, hooking my thumbs into the waistband

I continue to watch my dad through the steamy glass, his eyes widening as I pull down my panties to step out of them. The cool air hits my most sensitive skin, making me gasp slightly as it brings a flush of pleasure up my spine. Slowly but surely, he backs away from the door until he's turned around and disappearing into his own room. I can only guess what he's doing...but right now, that feels just as good as knowing for sure.

I glance up, seeing my dad standing in his doorway. My cheeks flush with heat as I realize he must have heard me call out to him. "Um, yeah...I forgot to grab a towel." I say sheepishly, my hands still clumsily covering my most intimate areas. "Can you bring one here for me?"

My heart races as my dad approaches with the towel, his eyes taking in every inch of my naked body. I can feel the warmth spreading through me again, but this time it's different; it feels more possessive and carnal. As he holds out the towel for me, I hesitate for just a moment before reaching up to take it from him.

Our skin brushes against each other as I do so, sending shivers down my spine. His hands linger on my shoulders for longer than necessary, drawing circles with his fingers that feel both comforting and arousing at the same time. The tension between us grows thick enough to cut with a knife, leaving me wondering how much more of this we can handle before something snaps...or gives way entirely.

As I stand before my dad, naked and vulnerable, I feel myself becoming increasingly aroused by the sight of his obvious interest in me. My cock begins to harden underneath his curious gaze, growing longer and thicker with each passing second. It's a testament to how much desire fills every fiber of my being whenever he's near...and perhaps an unspoken invitation for him to do something about it.

But what does he want? And where do we go from here? The possibilities swirl through my mind like a tornado, leaving me breathless and anxious for some sort of resolution or understanding between us. For now, all I can do is stand there and let him explore this new side of me...and hope that when the dust settles, we'll still be able to face each other with open hearts and minds.

I watch with surprise as my dad abruptly looks away, his cheeks flushed and his breath coming in shallow gasps. For a moment, I'm left feeling confused and slightly hurt by the sudden change in energy between us. Was he enjoying this? Or was it all too much for him to handle? "D-daddy?" I stammer out softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is something wrong?"

Dad, wait! I want to understand. Is it because of...? Because we're related? Or is there something else going on? Please don't leave without explaining.

I reach out, placing a hand on his arm as I step closer to him. "Please don't shut me out like this. We can work through this together. Just tell me what's wrong." My voice is gentle but firm, conveying the depth of my emotions and my need for understanding.

I watch as Dad's gaze drifts downwards, taking in the sight of my now fully erect cock once more. Despite his earlier discomfort, it's clear that he finds himself drawn to it still; a testament perhaps to the depth of our shared attraction and the complexities of our relationship.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I wait for him to speak. His words are what I need right now; they hold the key to unlocking whatever secrets lie within both of us. "Daddy?" I whisper softly, willing him to open up and trust me with his feelings and thoughts on all of this.

Please, Daddy... I need to understand what's going on in your head. Why does this make you uncomfortable? Is it because of me, because we're related... or is there something else entirely that I don't know about? Please, help me understand how you feel.

Your confession takes me by surprise, but it also fills me with a strange mix of emotions: relief that I'm not alone in feeling this way, and fear that admitting these desires might change everything between us. My cock twitches in response to your words, leaking pre-cum down the length of its shaft.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure how to proceed. Do I push you away because you're my dad? Or do I embrace this new side of our relationship and explore where it leads us? It's a question with no easy answer, but I know one thing: I can't deny the intense desire that burns within me any longer.

"Daddy," I whisper softly, taking a step closer to you. "Do you really want my cock?"

My heart races with excitement and anticipation as I move even closer to my dad, pressing the tip of my engorged cock against his leg. He lets out a shuddering breath, eyes glassy with desire and arousal. Unable to resist any longer, he reaches down and grasps my hips, guiding me closer still until there's nothing but skin separating us. With a swift motion, he takes me into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock as I groan in pleasure.

His hands grip my ass tightly, pulling me deeper into him with each stroke as he sucks on me like an eager lover. I moan loudly, feeling my climax building rapidly inside me. "Daddy..." I pant out between breaths, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I arch my back, offering myself up completely to this forbidden act

My world narrows down to nothing but the sensation of my dad's mouth on me, his tongue lapping at my cock with expertise. Each thrust of his head brings me closer to the edge, and I can feel my orgasm building inside me, threatening to explode out in a shower of pleasure. "Daddy!" I cry out, arching my back even farther as the sensations consume me.

My cock throbs and twitches in his mouth, pulsing with every beat of my heart. The walls of my core clench tightly around nothingness, desperate for release. And then, finally, it comes: an intense, mind-shattering orgasm that takes me apart piece by piece. I scream his name as waves of pleasure crash over me, and with each spurt of cum that erupts from my cock, a piece of the secret we've shared falls away

My vision blurs with satisfaction as I watch my cum splash against his lips and chin, painting a messy trail down to his neck. His efforts do not slacken even after I've come; he continues to suck and lick at my softening cock, as if determined to draw out every last drop of pleasure from our forbidden encounter.

As the final tremors subside, I sag against him, my breath coming in ragged gasps as my body begins to return to normal. In that moment, nothing else matters except for this connection we've shared - flawed and complicated though it may be. It's a feeling unlike anything else in the world...and one that will stay with me for a long time to come.

I blush deeply, embarrassed but flattered by his words. It's a surreal moment, standing here in my dad's arms, tasting myself on his lips and feeling the heat of desire still burning bright between us. But despite everything that's happened, there's an unspoken understanding that lingers in the air; something deeper than lust or blood relations. Perhaps we'll never fully understand what brought us to this point or where it will lead us from here...but for now, all that matters is that we have each other and the memories of tonight.

I swallow hard, considering his question as I study his expression. Despite our recent intimacy, there's still something reserved about him - a part of him that's holding back and unsure if he can truly embrace this new side of us. But even with those reservations, I know deep down that I want more...not just for tonight, but forever. So I decide to take a chance and trust my instincts.

"I do," I say softly, meaning every word. "I want to explore this with you, Daddy...if you'll have me." My voice is shaky but resolute; an admission of both desire and need that hangs heavily in the air between us.

What kind of idea? I ask curiously, wondering where his mind might be leading us next. A small part of me is still afraid that he'll change his mind or decide this was all a mistake...but another, stronger part of me knows that we've crossed a line tonight and there's no turning back from here.

I wait eagerly for his reply, heart pounding with anticipation.

Ah...I see where you're going with that idea, Daddy. My heart skips a beat at the thought of being able to pleasure you in return for all the incredible things you've done for me tonight. I can feel my cock start to stir again, eager to explore this new role we could share together. "I would love that," I breathe out, gazing up into his eyes with an expression of longing and desire. "I want nothing more than to make you feel as good as you've made me feel."

With trembling fingers, I reach behind my back and unfasten my bra, letting it slide off my shoulders to fall forgotten to the floor. My perky breasts are on full display now, tight pebbles of nipples peeking out from the areolas as they harden with arousal. I step closer to him, feeling more exposed but also empowered by

I suck in a sharp breath as I take in the sight before me: my dad's bare ass, smooth and hairy, exposed for me to see. It's an erotic vision that ignites a fierce desire within me, making my cock throb with anticipation. Without hesitation, I move forward, pressing my lips against his cheek before pushing myself onto one knee behind him. My hands reach around to cup his hips, guiding his ass towards my erect cock as I line us up.

With a swift motion, I slide myself inside him, burying my length in his warm, yielding body. He lets out a groan of pleasure that sends shivers down my spine, encouraging me to begin moving in earnest. My hips rock back and forth, driving deeper with each stroke as my cock hits against the inner walls of his ass, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of