Chapter 1

I hate it when he brings a woman home. He doesn’t think I know, but I do. He waits till he thinks I’m asleep, but I’m not. He doesn’t think I can hear her moans of pleasure, but I can.

Look, I know my father is a virile forty-four-year-old man. He has needs and tries to hide this from me. I once watched him beat off, watching porn in the living room. It was very early in the morning, and he was drinking. He thought I was sound asleep, but I watched him from the top of the stairs. I watch over him when he drinks. It’s not very often, but it happens.

He took a swig from the cocktail sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He looked around to make sure he was alone and slid his pants and underwear down and off his legs. I could see the TV in front of him, a porn was on starring a middle-aged man and a teenage girl. I couldn’t make out the plot, I was more interested in my father’s cock, rising from his lap.

I almost gasped at the site of it. I’ve seen porn, but this cock. The blood that runs through this cock, runs through me. I felt my pussy flush and dampen. I felt ashamed and started to look away, but I could only stare at it as he wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke it. I reached down and found my swollen clit under my nightshirt. As I watched my father find his orgasm, I found mine and decided right then that I was all my father was going to need.

It’s just me and my dad. Mom, and I use that word comically, ran off with a local deputy sheriff three years ago, she just ghosted us. A year after she ran off, it was in the news, that the deputy, shot her for cheating on him with a local fireman. It must have been a uniform thing, I don’t know. We didn’t miss her and now she can’t come back and start any shit. I do feel sorry for her, and then I don’t. Go figure.

Dad and I are, I would say, average-looking people. Dad stands in at 5’ 10” with a nice body. Flat stomach and the curves on his chest are not man tits. He does still have a full head of brown hair he parts on the side, and he keeps it short. His cock I did see from a distance appeared to be about six inches, but his hand was full, indicating a thickness. I have only recently been looking into his brown eyes and he has caught me a couple of times but hasn’t said anything.

My dad calls me Baby Girl and has called me that my whole life. I’m only 5’ 5” with short straight blond hair. Blond hair is the only thing I got from my mom that I appreciate. I’ve been described as cute to has a great personality. I have dated a few times but was kind of a late bloomer. At the end of my junior year of high school, I was still very flat and had no hips. Throughout the summer and fall, I filled out and ended up losing my virginity to a boy who was more of a friend than a heartthrob. I was glad it was done. I grew into a nice C cup and a thin physique. My body got more looks than my face.

That was a couple of years ago. I graduated from high school and have just been taking care of Dad and the house. With the house empty while he’s at work, I can do as I please. Sometimes I will strip naked as soon as he pulls out of the driveway and stay that way till his return. When I do his laundry, I smell his clothes, the crotch of his boxer briefs. That always makes me wet. I lie in his bed and wonder what he would feel like inside of me. I’ve had to change his sheets more than once because of the wet spot that forms while making myself cum. I wash his sheets after he has had a guest. I find his track marks, inhale his aroma, and imagine the taste of it.

Not only do I dislike the women he brings home, but I also don’t trust them. Or that’s what I told myself when I installed micro cameras throughout the house, including Dad’s bedroom and bathroom. It’s all connected to my PC and laptop. All for the safety of the house and dad. I kept believing that until I found myself watching my father strip naked and step into his shower.

My pussy instantly began to drool as I watched my father soap his body. I also have a private bath and took my laptop in there and shut and locked the door. I pulled off my clothes, set the laptop down on my makeup table, and sat in the furry chair in front of it. I noticed that Dad’s pubic area was clean-shaven. I’ll get waxed tomorrow. I tweaked and pulled my nipples sending little shocks of pleasure straight to my wetness seeping out of me. I watched him transfixed as he soaped and washed his body. His thick cock bent like an old man staring at the wet floor. The water cascaded down his belly and off his flaccid member. I imagined the suds dripping down his body was his seed coating my body. I could almost feel his balls in my mouth as I licked and sucked them in ever so softly.

I continued to gaze upon him until he dried and put on shorts and a T-shirt. I did not allow myself to cum. That was going to be his job from now on. Now, how do I go about it? I wonder what kind of porn he likes. I can look on his laptop tonight, maybe something there. I feel so naughty. Am I doing this? Can I do this? The thought of him with another woman disgusts me. Maybe I should dial back the crazy just a bit ... those gold-digging whores!

I think I’m going to parade around in panties and such. I want to see if I can catch his eye. I’m going to start showing more affection, being near him, letting him smell my perfume, my hair, my essence. I want to see if I can get him aroused and watch him squirm to hide it. Oh, Father, you have no idea what is cuming your way. You’re not going to stand a chance. All I need now is an evil laugh and rubbing my hands together. Keep an eye on that crazy meter. I want to fuck him, not scare him.

The first chance I got at his laptop, I took, he had a couple of drinks and had gone to bed. I sat on the couch and fired up the laptop he had left on the coffee table. Yes, I have his password, he trusts his daughter. He has mine as well. If I have failed to note earlier, Dad and I are very close. He knows when and how I lost my virginity, and he told me about how he lost his, and we laughed. I’m not going to college, because I don’t want to. I did okay in high school, I just wasn’t interested. I like taking care of my dad and our home.

Let’s see, browser history ... banking, bills, work stuff, games ... games? Dad doesn’t play video games. Let’s see, solitaire, minesweeper, X ... X? He’s on social media, so I’ll have to follow him. Oh! Not social media, older men, teenage girl porn. Jackpot! I was praying for perv. Looking at the thumbnails, they’re all young, short-haired blond girls. Wait ... these are step-daughter-daddy scenes. My pussy just swelled and filled. Oh, please let this be happening.

As I browsed, I couldn’t believe all the family porn: dads, daughters, moms, sons, aunts, and even grandparents. I went online to check it out and was amazed at the amount of it. Let’s look at his photos. Holly Fuck! There are all of me. Bikinis, sleepwear, there are even a few of me naked in my room, taken from the bedroom door. Dad wants me. If he knows it or not, he wants me. He loves me and probably can’t cross that line. Let us see, just how thin a line I can make it. I’m going to drive him to the point he has to have me ... to the point, he takes me.

I started the next morning. Dad was in the kitchen having his morning coffee. I, wearing one of his T-shirts, he calls “Wife Beaters.” I don’t much care for that name, but I understand where it came from. The shirt and white cotton panties should garner his attention. When I came into the kitchen, he was sitting with his back to me. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him, pushing my hard nipples into the back of his neck, I hugged him tightly and whispered, “I love you, Daddy.”

Raising a hand and patting my arms, he said, “I love you too, Baby Girl.”

I let my hand fall and rubbed his chest. I know he could smell my perfume. I was sure to rub it on him so he could smell me when he was out. After a much too-long hug, I kissed him on the cheek, as close to his lips as I dared. Releasing him, I moved around to the kitchen counter and went for coffee. Reaching for a cup on the top shelf, my shirt raised enough to reveal my cotton-covered ass. I could feel his eyes on me. Not a sound in the room as I poured the steaming liquid. My nipples were hard, trying to break through the material of the shirt. He could see the darkness of my areolas.

As I moved to the chair across from him, he said, “My Baby Girl is all grown up.”

“And haired all over.” I chimed in. Dad blushed at this. “Dad, do you think I’m attractive?” I watched his eyes; he was having trouble not looking at my nipples pressing against his shirt. He looked into my eyes and knew I had caught him checking me out.

“Baby Girl, you are beautiful.”

“Dad, we both know that’s not true. Cute at best.” I cast my eyes down, knowing he would come to my defense. He got up and came to me.

Standing next to me, he put his arm around my shoulders and said, “No Baby Girl, you are beautiful. From your nose to your toes.” His crotch was only a few inches from my face. I stared at it, hoping to get a glimpse of his bulge. Trying to get a smell of his cock. I could just pull his zipper down and reach in, but he kissed the top of my head and said, “I got get to it. My love, you are wonderful, and any man ... or woman, would be lucky to have you.”

“Any man?” I said below my breath.

As he walked out of the kitchen, without turning around, he said, “Yes, any man.” I blushed and he was gone. I wanted to crawl into his bed and get myself off but had chosen to leave that to my daddy. This didn’t stop the itching and wetness. I was horny as fuck. I must have him.

I waited till I saw him pull up into the drive that evening and set my next plan into action. Placing my laptop on the bed so he couldn’t see what I was watching from the door which I left cracked a bit so he would be able to see me, knowing from the pictures, that he had done it before. He might think I don’t know he’s there, but I have the hallway camera in a small window next to the incest porn I was watching. As he got close to my door, I lay there spread eagle with two fingers rubbing my clit and said out loud, “She’s fucking her daddy!” I could see Daddy stop and peer into my ajar door and he watched me. This sent a flood into my fuck hole. I said out loud again, “She’s fucking her daddy.” And increased my tempo.

Dad was looking right at my flowing pussy as I worked my clit. I watched as Dad looked up and down the hallway and then unzipped his fly and pulled his hard cock out. I almost came as I watched my father beating his meat to my naked body. Why doesn’t he attack me with that pleasure rod? I wanted to jump up and throw my mouth on his hard cock, but I needed him to make the move.

I put my knees up by my breasts and pushed two fingers into my sopping hole. I watched my father watching me. I had planned my next cum would be by my father and thought this is close enough. As Dad’s strokes became faster, so did mine. He never took his eyes off me as he began to unload his seed, right there on the rug. This took me over the edge as I thought about the taste of it in my mouth or the feel of it dripping out of my pussy and down my leg. As I was floating back down, I heard Dad make a small gasp and I looked to the door and said, “Hello?”

I almost laughed as I watched my father on the monitor, trying to stuff that softening cock back into his pants and run back down the steps at the end of the hallway. He stopped and looked back at the mess he had made, but turned and went back downstairs. I jumped up and quickly went to find where his cum was at. There it was, I could see a couple of long streaks on the wall and some drippings on the rug. I scooped up one of the jets off the wall and looked at it, smelled it, and then sucked it into my mouth tasting my father’s cum. It was still warm. It sent shivers throughout my body as I swallowed him. I had never tasted anything so wonderful. I had to have it straight from the tap.

I heard Dad open and close the door and yell, “I’m home Baby Girl.”

I countered, “Okay, I just got out of the shower, I’ll be right down.” I could smell my womanly odor on my hand and in the air around me. I just put on a bathrobe with no undies. I wanted him to be able to smell me. I wanted that cock hard and demanding. I wanted my father to spread my legs and fuck me till he filled my pussy.

It was a short bathrobe that covered my ass when I stood still but rose and opened if I wasn’t careful. I left the tie loosened but closed and bounced into the kitchen, where I found Dad downing a JD and Coke. As he set the glass down to pour another, I moved in and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tight, pressing my C cups into his chest and my thigh into his crotch. I could feel his semi-hard cock traveling down his right leg. He didn’t move an inch. I looked up into his brown eyes and said, “I love you, Daddy. I want you to know I love taking care of you and will do anything for you.

He put his arms around me pulling me tight against him. I even noticed he pushed his cock harder against my leg. I thought I felt it grow a little or move ... hell, I don’t know how those things work. Whispering, he said, “I love you more than you will ever know. I wish it could stay like this forever. You and I like this, but you need to get out and meet a guy or girl and start your life.”