Fucking Daddy On Mother’s Day (Daddy Daughter Incest)

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I pulled away, looking him straight in the eye while I unbuckled his belt. His breathing was heavy and I could smell the faint scent of his favourite beer on his lips. My father was always the ideal man; strong and masculine but still willing to show his loving side to whoever he saw worthy.

I wanted him to know that I cared for him too. I dropped to my knees, tugging my dad’s pants and underwear as I did so 

It's exactly what it sounds like. I ended up fucking my father on mother’s day. Arguably that wasn’t the most righteous thing to do, but I had my reasons. And I believe they're justifiable enough. My mother isn’t the most kind-hearted, while my father had always been there for me. So being the young and horny 18-year old that I am, naturally, I need to get back at my mother by getting dicked down by her husband.

Right, so let's get to the story.

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“Abigail come help dad with these things.” He shouted from the garage.

I quickly turned off the tv, sports wasn’t my favourite anyway and made my way down the stairs to the garage.

Dad didn’t usually ask for my help when carrying in groceries so when he did I knew he must've bought a truckload. For sure it must have been some things for mother’s day tomorrow.

I rounded the corner to see my father stacking up some boxes them heaving them up with a huff. His muscles strained under the weight of the items and the sight made my stomach jump. I was attracted to my dad, there was no denying that. It wasn’t the normal kind of attraction either. It was the naughty kind; the kind where I wanted him to do nasty things to my body.

There were so many nights I’d dream about him fucking me hard. I couldn’t help myself; I wanted him so badly. The possibilities were endless- he could fuck me in the kitchen with the looming thought that anyone could walk in, or he could fuck me in the bath, hot water washing over our skin as he held me up against the shower wall, fucking my nice and slow.

We could even do it in his bed where Id know he also fucked my mom but I’d also know that my pussy was infinitely better than anything my mother could give him. I would ride him hard and fast for hours, if he could keep up that is.

I have all these fantasies yet I've never actually fucked a man before, a small part of the heart hoped that I could save it for my dad if only he’d have me.

“Abi,” he said, snapping me out of my daydream, “You don’t have to carry much, just those two bags,” he said, motioning to two small bags in the back seat.

Even now he was considerate and it warmed my heart. After grabbing the bags I made my way back up. When I got to the kitchen he was unpacking so wrapped gifts.

“For mom,” I asked as I made my way over to get a closer look.

He hummed a yes, “I got her something. Hopefully, she’ll like it. You know how picky your mother gets.”

I groaned because yes I did know all too well. There were so many occasions when she couldn’t even pretend to like the gift someone had gotten her. Even if it wasn’t a bad gift, she’d already made up in her mind exactly what she wanted and if it wasn’t that the item would end up in the storage, never to be used or seen again.

“Baby come help me unpack these.” He said.

‘Baby’? that was a first I thought. However, I didn’t hate it. In fact, I liked it. It was such a intimate term of endearment. I had never even heard my dad call my mother that. It was always ‘honey’ or ‘darling’ but never something as sexy as baby.

I looked up at him and smiled. For a second I saw relief in his face like I would’ve called him out for calling me baby. But of course I ner would. Part of me only hoped that it meant he saw me as more than just his daughter.

“Yes, daddy,” I said.

Dad let out a choked sound but he didn’t say anything. Chuckling under my breath I then quietly unpacked the groceries with him. The air was thick with tension but none of us dared bother the peace.

I packed away the last item then turned to leave. Dad grabbed my arm, turning me around. There was a sweet smile plastered on his face and when I looked down he was holding an envelope in his hand.

“For me?” I asked as I took the envelope from his hands

“Open it baby girl,” my dad said, his voice soft and sweet

Again he called me baby so there was no mistaking that he was subtly flirting with me.

I opened the envelope and inside it were two tickets. After looking closer I realized that the tickets were for a stay at an all-inclusive hotel. It was only for a day but still, it would be the opportunity of a lifetime.

I looked up at my dad shocked, “How did you get this?”

“A friend owed me a favour.”

I looked down at the tickets still utterly shocked but soon a frown fell on my lips, “Wait why didn’t you give these to mom?”

“Because…” my dad started, “I want to spend more time with you.” He said then caressed my cheek with the back of his finger, “Plus your mother’s picky anyways.” He joked

A shiver went down my spine but I didn’t pull away. He was looking at me with such adoration there was no mistaking it now. My heart pounded wildly in my chest from the thought of what I was about to do but that didn’t stop me from wrapping my hands around his neck and reaching up to kiss him softly on the lips.

My father didn’t pull away but he seemed hesitant. Then like a switch had flipped, he pulled me close tightly, kissing me back with such passion it left me weak in the knees. the kiss was slow and loving at first. I was acutely aware of everything- the way his fingers dug into my waist and the faint smell of his aftershave. It was everything I’d ever wanted at that moment

But quickly our love was overcome with something else. It was lust. The way he pulled me impossibly closer, grinding his hardening cock against my stomach was so sexy. It was fucking hot knowing that he wanted me so badly even though this was the first time showing each other this kind of love.

His hands found the back of my hair, tugging my head back to expose my neck so he could kiss the skin. His kisses were fast and demanding like he wanted to taste every inch of me and god did I want to taste him too.

I pulled away, looking him straight in the eye while I unbuckled his belt. His breathing was heavy and I could smell the faint scent of his favourite beer on his lips. My father was always the ideal man; strong and masculine but still willing to show his loving side to whoever he saw worthy.

I wanted him to know that I cared for him too. I dropped to my knees, tugging my dad’s pants and underwear as I did so. He gasped when his cock sprung free but he didn’t move to stop me.

I’d never seen a cock up close before but I was so glad that it was my father’s. it was long and curved, the best kind I've heard and my mouth watered at the idea of it inside of me.

“fuck…come on suck it baby.” He said, his voice breathy

I looked up at him through my lashes and noded

I grabbed his cock with my hands, holding it up to my lips as I took my first taste. Precum had settled at the tip and it was a little bitter the taste was unfamiliar but I didn’t hate it. I would’ve done anything to be in this moment so a little saltiness wasn’t going to stop me now.

I kissed the tip, feeling bolder and dad hissed at the feeling. My hands worked his cock slowly, getting him harder for when id take him fully in my mouth. I continued to lick and suck at the tip for a bit then something shifted inside of me and suddenly it wasn’t enough.

My mouth went down further this time, swallowing his head and going further down his hot shaft. My mouth was buzzing from the sudden stretch but I didn’t let that stop me. I sucked his cock slowly at first, moving back and forth until I could handle the stretch of his girthy cock.

Dad continued to moan above. I knew I wasn’t doing the best job but still, his moans lit a fire inside of me. I continued to bob my head and work my hands around what couldn’t fit in my mouth. The slide was easier now, his cock sinking deeper into the back of my throat with each thrust.

It didn’t take long for me now to need my hands. I was relaxed enough that his cock fucked my mouth deep enough. Dad was losing control too, moving his hips in time with my mouth. He thrust a little too deep once making me gag and cough.

“Sorry,” he said, rubbing my cheek soothingly

He pulled back, his still hard cock falling from my lips

“it's okay. Fuck my mouth daddy,”

Calling him daddy turned something on inside of him because without another word he grabbed my hair and forced his cock past my lips deep into my throat. I fell back from the force, my head banging against the cupboard behind me. he fucked my mouth fast and hard while he braced himself on the counter above me.

It was wet and fast, saliva and precum dripping from my lips and down my chin as he went harder and faster. Each time his cock hit the back of my throat I gagged but he didn’t stop. He kept going until he finally spilt into my mouth with a loud moan. His cum shot down the back of my throat, sticky and warm.

When he pulled out there was still come dripping from his cock. Some fell onto my cheeks but I didn’t mind.

He pulled me up on my feet then gathered me in a hug. His chest was hard from the muscle but still comforting. Hugging him back came so naturally and I was glad he enjoyed what I had done to him, even though I was inexperienced.

A loud honk sounded from the front of the house so we quickly pulled apart. I wiped my mouth and fixed my clothes while dad fixed his jeans.

I turned to leave but he grabbed me again. I fell back into his arms, returning another long and meaningful kiss before turning away finally to head to my room.

As I made my way upstairs I heard the door shut and my dad greet my mom. I took a look downstairs in time to see my dad kiss my mom and surprisingly it didn’t sting because now I could tell how little my mother meant to him. The kiss was swift and his body tense while he hugged her. Nothing like how he held me like I was his treasure.

I smiled brightly, feeling way too giddy as I ran to my room. Shutting the door behind me I fell onto the bed with a squeal.

***

 

“Happy mother’s day,” I said while handing my mom a gift and a card, “I hope you like it.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” she said

Mom took a look in the bag and just like I had expected she frowned but it quickly went away with one of her signature fake smiles

“Thanks.” She said then got up to kiss me on the cheek

It hurt a little bit that she still didn’t like my gift but there wasn’t much I could do.

I made for my room completely hurt but on the way, I ran into dad. He looked me up and down and frowned, he could obviously tell I was upset

“What's wrong?” he asked, frantically looking me over

I wiped my tears and shook my head, “She didn’t like my gift as usually.”

My dad shook his head disappointed, “it's okay. Funny enough she didn’t like my gift either.”

“What did you get her?”

“I got her a necklace I saw her looking at in target. It wasn’t the most thoughtful gift but I figured id get her something I saw her being interested in.” he shrugged his shoulders, “But that didn’t work I guess.”

“Sorry.”

“It's nothing for you to worry about.”

“I feel like I should go apologies to her.”

“Don’t bother, she just left.”

“Oh…” I was disappointed because as much as my mom and I struggled I still wanted to spend mothers day with her

“It's okay baby. Let's spend time together.” My father said, stepping closer to me then brushing my hair behind my ear

I felt my heart thump wildly in my chest. I had absolutely no problem sucking his cock yesterday, but the fact that it was mother’s day. A day where I was supposed to do everything in my power to please her. Yet here I was contemplating pleasing her husband instead. The idea was absolutely vile

And that’s exactly why I needed to do it

I move to my father, a new hunger lighting in my veins. Jumping into his arms came naturally and he lifted me higher, my legs needing to wrap around his waist. We kissed with manic passion while he moved blindly to the bedroom.

His lips were hungry for mine, far rougher than yesterday; biting at my lips and sucking my tongue into his mouth. My mind was going numb from the attention, all I wanted to do now was have him fuck me-nothing else.

Fuck mother’s day, she was a bitch to us anyway. Now it was time for us to do something that would lighten our mood.

My back hit the bed softly and my father’s lips never left mine. His hands were everywhere, grabbing my waist and tugging my shirt over my head. The air was cool against my skin but I knew my father would light me up soon enough.

He pulled away finally to pull down my shorts and thankfully the waistband was stretchy so they came off fairly easily. I knew my dad was impatient, I could see it in his eyes and I was glad because my pussy was already aching to take his cock.

He took a condom out of his pocket and I laughed because I knew that condom wasn’t originally for my mother.

“I may have set your mother up with a fancy dinner for her and her friends.” He said then slipped the rubber on.

I laughed even harder because there was the confirmation I needed

I leaned up on my elbows and kisses him, “Thank you. I'm glad we're alone.”

He didn’t say anything further, instead parted my legs to get a look at me. Being fully naked in front of my dad wasn’t as embarrassing as I thought it would be. How could it be when this was the man that had raised me carefully up until now. I was glad to be giving my first time to him and I knew he’d give it to me good

“Please daddy…now.” He moaned desperately, my heart thumping from anticipation

“Fuck…” he groaned, his voice hoarse, “Of course baby.”

He stripped down to nothing quickly, leaving us both finally exposed to each other. His cock was hard, standing flat against his stomach. The head was wet with precum and I knew I needed to lick it clean.

I shoved myself up onto my hands and knees, moving towards his cock. His hands found my hair while I licked at the tip. Just like before it was salty and I didn’t care. I bobbed my head up and down the shaft, wetting it so the slide would be easier for when he was ready to pound into me.

Dad shoved me off his cock without warning and right when I was getting into it. I assumed it was because he didn’t want to come so soon.

I was left on my back again, staring up at him with hooded eyes and a lustful gaze. He parted my legs to push the head of his cock against my entrance. I didn’t tell him this was my first time but I knew he knew. I could tell from how gently he was entering me, even if his muscles were strained from wanting to take me hard.

His cock pushed into me finally. It burned a little, I couldn’t lie but I still felt so full in the most pleasant way. His thrusts started slow. I could feel every inch of his cock impaling me. Each time he thrust he reached the hilt making me moan softly from the overwhelming feeling.

His hands braced against my waist as he fucked me, softly pulling my body down in time with his thrusts. It was a small movement but it made a world of difference. I wanted him to fuck me hard and he knew that, he was only building up to it.

I wrapped my legs around his waist when he started fucking into me hard. The bed creaked under our weight and the headboard slammed loudly against the wall. I feared mom could walk in on us any moment but that just added to the thrill.

Dad rubbed against a spot inside me and fireworks exploded under my skin. I writhed with pleasure as my stomach twisted pleasantly. I became much more vocal, screaming his name as he continued to fuck me harder than anyone will ever be able to.

He hit that spot again and I saw starts

“Yes…fuck daddy right there…” I begged, tightening my legs around his waist to pull his cock in deeper.

I needed him to keep rubbing up against that spot, it was driving me insane in the most pleasant way

He angled his thrust just like I asked him; each movement rubbing against the spot inside of me. My hips moved on their own accord; fucking down on his cock while he moved inside of me. We were both in tune with each other's bodies and that made the experience that much more enjoyable.

“So fucking sexy baby..” dad said under his breath

But I heard him loud and clear and my body responded to the praise. I squeezed his cock tighter around my walls. I wanted him to touch every inch of me; with his cock and with his hands. I moved one of his hands from my waist to place them on my breast instead.

He squeezed them as he continued to fuck me, the new sensation heightening my senses.

Suddenly my body seized up and I was screaming, my legs locking tightly around his waist as waves and waves of pleasure rolled through my body. I could barely breathe but it was the best thing I've ever felt. I heaved with short breaths, my father rubbing circles over my chest as the feeling slowly faded.

When I came to he had pulled out of me but I noticed he was still hard. I cocked an eyebrow at him in question and he chuckled

“Don’t worry about it baby.” He said

I shook my head then pushed myself up. I quickly manoeuvred him onto his back and he didn’t have time to protest before I swung my legs over his lap, quickly sinking down onto his cock.

He groaned at the feeling, his will already gone. The position was new to me but it came naturally; lifting my hips and sinking down on his cock over and over again. I wasn’t slow like him; my hips moved quickly as I fucked myself on his cock because I was desperate to make him come too.

His hands gripped my hips, slightly moving then up and down in time with my movement. It was so hot; having him still control me despite being the one on top now but I didn’t let that stop me from fucking as hard as I could.

The angle brought tears to my eyes; it felt so food. His cock reached impossibly deeper and I could feel every slide of my wet pussy up and down his cock.

He eventually took matters into his own hands; holding my hips completely still while he fucked up into me. I fell forward, needing to brace myself against the headboard from the force. My soft moans turned the loud cries, my eyes rolling into the back of my head from how fucking good it felt.

I don’t think I’ll be able to go a day without fucking my daddy from now on

“It feels so fucking good daddy….fuck….fuck me hard please…” I cried out

I slammed my pussy down on his cock hard, wanting the chase another orgasm. I could tell he was close too. His thrust slowed down and his breathing grew deeper but still, he worked his cock inside of me skillfully.

I fell onto his chest with a gasp, too tired to hold myself up. He wrapped his hands over the small of my back and continued to fuck me hard. My sensitive nipples rubbed against his chest as my body jerked with each hard thrust. His hands held me down firmly, there was nowhere to go as his cock drove deep into me.

 I came first again, kissing his lips as that heavenly feeling washed over my body. It didn’t take him long to come too, groaning into my neck as his condom filled with his seed.

Basking in the afterglow wasn’t as awkward as my friends had told me. He smiled up at me then held me close, a comforting silence washing over the room. We laid like that for some time, not a care in the world. Eventually, he did fall asleep and I took the opportunity to grab my phone from my shorts.

I angled the camera and snapped a picture of us both. There were so many things I could do with the picture but there was only one thing on my mind.

It was still mother’s day and she didn’t like the first gift. So here was a new one, from her loving husband and daughter.