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Crumbling Boundaries

By: youbadboy



I live at home in what is one of the larger houses in our area, with wide porticos and fenced back yard, swimming pool. I grew up here with my mom, dad and my sister in a close knit family, which changed somewhat when my mother divorced dad when I turned 18. She was restless and after twenty years of motherhood, in what she had convinced herself was a 'loveless' marriage, she just called it quits. I didn't hold any grudge and we were still close. Her restlessness now though meant I stayed at home with dad in the house. I could stay as long as I continued my education, and so long as I did well in school all expenses were paid.

While I took the break up well, dad took it very hard. He was 25 years older than me, and well, in those years of 'marital bliss' he had let himself go a bit. He would be considered overweight today (along with half the population), somewhat short and also with a thinning hairline. Thirty years ago he was a real catch, today his only saving grace would probably be his domestication by three women - mom, me and my sister. He had been well trained.

Things were completely normal for the first year, but I did notice that dad sort of got an increasing irritability over the course of that year, and I also noticed that he never dated, never even tried to meet women. I also began to realize that my life, my social life, my looks and body, became an outlet for him. It became a way for him to experience the world, through me. Because of his difficult position relative to mine, I was understanding of his pain – my absence of pain – and so I let go some of my boundaries, which may have been a mistake.

I would come home from a date late at night, wearing my red dress (killer), high heels, and looking very good – sometimes disheveled, and there would be dad. He would ask me who I was with, where we went, what we talked about, drinking everything in as I answered – watching me closely as I talked. On one evening I remember he followed me right into my room, which surprised me. I swung my long hair over my shoulder as I stared at him – he just stood in the doorway – and I started to brush my hair. Ok, what is this all about?

He asked out of the blue, "Did you make out with Dave?" (The guy I told him I went out with).

"What!"

"Uh, I was just wondering what you might have done after. After you went to the bar. Did you drive somewhere?"

"Should I be answering these questions?"

"I just.. "and he looked at me plaintively. I complied. My boundaries crumbling... 

"We drove over to a little spot near the airport, it was a beautiful night – and yes I kissed him. We Made Out."

"Did he touch you?"

My eyes widened, "Uh, Yeah!"

"Where?"

"This conversation is not happening. Dad! You come in my room at 2 am and start asking me these very private things."

He backed away, and just sort of looked sad for a moment. So pathetic to me. There was a pause, and I shifted in my chair to face him, looking at the floor, and in a low voice recounted my time with Dave in the car.

"He had me laid back in the passenger seat which could be lowered all the way. He put his hands under my top and played with my breasts, my nipples. I didn't let him unbutton my top because he didn't shave and I knew if he did he would want to suck on my teets and I'd have rug burn on my chest (which had happened before). But I did let him remove my nylons and let him put his hands between my legs ( I thought that might embarrass him!). And, if you notice I am still not wearing my nylons – which I was wearing when I left – which means I have nothing on under this skirt, and I have to pee. I need to go to bed. Enough? Happy now?"

I looked at him with my head tilted sidelong and then turned to my mirror. He didn't say anything, quietly slipped out of the room – I watched his reflection leave in the mirror.

These little sessions over time became an increasing routine between us. I broke up with Dave, but was dating Tom, also a few nights with Troy. And on many of these evenings I shared my intimacies with dad (R Rated), and somehow it became normal with me and that was that. Dad seemed happier sharing these additional intimacies, and I thought this little indiscretion with dad would tide him over for the time being. I was wrong. -- It was a Saturday morning, a warm day, not a whisp of a wind. We had our windows open and some areas of the house could be opened up so there is really no distinction between being inside and outside. I was laying in the study area just at the edge of where the house becomes outside, napping. I felt a slight movement on the sofa, but was too tired to move or even open my eyes. Didn't even think about it. Then, I felt it. A light touch on my breast, just a pressure – a palm. 'It' lay still and then sort of slid off the edges and drew circles around my breast. One then the other. I opened my eyes. 

"Dad!!"

I sat up and scotched back from him to the far end of the couch. I looked at him with my arms wrapped around my breasts. 

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Honey, I think about your stories and..."

I shouldn't have been fucking telling you anything. I knew it! You little pervert."

I had to admit my dad really went out on a limb here. He's not been with any women and it is making him insane. I settled down, and said, "Dad, you got to go out and meet someone. Really!"

He just said, "It's so hard for me right now," and let his gaze wander off.

"It'll be ok." I said and reached out and touched his arm.

A few days later I was washing dishes and he came into the kitchen, and moved up right behind me. I knew he was there.

"Got any dishes," I asked.

"No, I brought them all before."

And he placed his hand on each side of my hips. Ok. I kept washing the dishes as his hands began to move around. I remember thinking, god dammit – my poor pathetic dad. What now? And then, he slid his hands up and cupped my breasts again, sliding his hands softly over my top. I was not wearing a bra, he could feel my nipples. My hands were wet, I had a glass in my hand – so I clamped my arms down around his, started bending my knees lowering myself and said, "knock it off! I'm trying to do some dishes."

"Sorry sweetie," he said and left.

These incidents became fairly regular and no amount of yelling, or insults, or reasoning seemed to help. I was muddled. I love my dad, he is wonderful to me – I don't want to leave this house. He is so sad, so difficult; but really a very gentle sweet harmless little man.

One morning I was again laying in the study, again cat napping on a beautiful day when 'the hand' landed on my breast. It lay there again as still as a stone, and then sliding off and moving around. Again I had on no bra. I just lay there with my eyes closed and didn't move. I could feel my nipples tightening. He squeezed and rubbed endlessly, like a teenage boy.

Without opening my eyes I said, "you fuckin little perv."

His hand stopped.

"What am I going to do with you."

I opened my eyes, but didn't move or shoo his hand off me as I had in the past. 

"Just a touch, one touch that's all. You are so beautiful, so much like your mother."

I smiled, he thinks I'm beautiful. I drifted off to sleep with his hands softly caressing my breasts. What the hell. I'm tired.

But within a week, the caressing of my breasts became a new norm as well. I did notice how much happier my dad was, he had that little bounce back in his step that I remembered. Maybe this was ok. If a little tittie can do that for him, well ok.

I would wash dishes now with my dads hands cupping my perfect little breasts beneath my white half top and we would talk about the day. I still called him a pervert and he replied that I was probably right.

There was a whole section of the house which was basically designated as mine. Set up as dining area, living room, my own bathroom. Access to this area was through a single door to the rest of the house. It was designed that way. My room opened into this area, and I felt it to be my space. When I showered or got ready there were no doors to lock, no one there, until...

I was getting ready one morning, had come out of the shower wearing a towel around my body and one on my head. Within a mirror on the wall, I spied Dad!

Oh my God! So my tittes are not enough for him any more – he has to watch me now. But I also was reasoning that if he saw more then he might touch less. I was also struck by the silliness of it all – what an adolescent he is I thought. I was not ashamed of my body, thought nothing of nudity, liked it in fact. It's harmless, who cares.

So I got 'ready' that morning. I let my towel fall to the floor and wandered around my room (probably more than I normally do) and let him get a perfect view of my titties, my nice brown nipples, and as a bonus of my nicely coifed pussy (I maintained a regular bikini wax regimen). I was especially proud of my ass and gave him lovely angles of my best feature as I bent over to pull on my panties, my pants, and then put on my top. I was 'ready.' As I began to move toward the door I had to laugh – in a flash he was running off down the hallway.

Well, today at least he didn't touch me. In fact I couldn't even get him to meet my eyes. His voyeurism continued though, and he seemed to be getting more blatant. And like everything else I got used to this new drop in barriers as well. In fact, this particular invasion of my privacy I had actually begun to enjoy – mainly because of its impact on 'ole dad, how shy and muddled it had made him. I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist.

I still kept a very active social life, I had school, classes, dates, girlfriends. And I kept my dads lechery from them, partly because they wouldn't understand his situation and also because he could get himself locked up! I was out on a date with Troy, came home late and tipsy. I had given Troy a blow job and he had come in my mouth, but it had also spilled onto my top. I had a little cum stain. And, even amazing to me, I was actually wondering if dad would show up at my door and ask me about my evening as I entered the house.

True to form, there he stood, hands in his pockets. I sat in my usual place before the mirror, threw my hair over my shoulder and started brushing my hair. 

"Did you have a good evening?"

"Yes"

"What did you do?"

"Dinner, movie, dancing."

"Anything else?"

I let it all out in a rush, "Well, he took me to his place and I was so horny that I literally tore his pants off, I wanted a cock in my mouth so bad. I gave him a great blow job - I think anyway. He came in my mouth. Look. I spilled some cum here on my top."

My dad was flushed, but he stepped a little nearer to look at where I pointed. I had probably had near a whole bottle of wine and felt in a pretty playful mood tonight. As he stood there I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall open and then slid it down off my shoulders. I sat facing him naked from the waist up, and held the top, balled up in my hand, for him to 'inspect.' He took it in his hand.

"It's warm," he said.

He kept looking at me, and I just said, "Nothing you haven't seen before, RIGHT Dad? Oh, and I'm not wearing any panties again tonight. Didn't bother. But Troy doesn't eat pussy – his loss."

As I was saying this, I lifted up my skirt to show dad my little cunny which was hugging down on the chair where I was sitting. He could only see the creamy skin of my abdomen narrowing to my dark narrow bush between my splayed legs, my mound pressed into the chair. What the hell am I doing? I thought. God, I must be drunk.

Then I said, "Shows over" and dropped my skirt. "Get out of here you little perv. Goodnight."

He left.

Well little did I know. The very next morning I got up later than usual and went in to take a shower. I didn't even bother to close the bathroom door though it was pushed closed, just not latched. I was lathering my hair when I felt a cool breeze and then felt the presence of someone right there in the shower with me.

I couldn't see, had my hands up in my hair, so I called out questioningly, "Dad. Is that you?"

No answer.

"That fucking better not be you!"

I felt a hand on the small of my back. I was frantically trying to wash the lather out of my hair, and yelling, "Get out of here! Get Out! Last night was me being stupid. Out!"

I could hear him saying something but couldn't make it out. Something about wanting to look at me some more.

"Well don't you touch me. God, you are such a pervert. Dad, you got to meet someone."

I finally was able to open my eyes, there he stood naked, which I had never seen before, with a full woody sticking straight out. I had to laugh, I said, "and DON'T touch me with that thing."

"Can't I just watch. No, no touching I promise."

"No touching! God dammit dad. Oh my God." And now, my god, here is dad standing in my shower with a woody watching me shower. I was soaping up and he asked, "here I can do your back."

"No!" But then I relented, "My back, ok, nothing else."

He took the soap and began to lather my back, set the soap down and then using his hands he traced my back with both hands from my waist up to my neck. If felt good, I had to admit. I was even calming down to THIS. He 'washed' my neck and then shoulders, and he let his hands wander down to my butt.

I just said, "watch it," but let him paw at my butt a little (my most perfect feature).

Then – of course – he was sidling those little hands around to my front – to my breasts (of course). He had his hands cupped around my breasts and was playing with my nipples. I thought, what the hell, but said, "Dad, you need to study your anatomy. I don't think that's my back."

But I let him hold and caress my breasts and tummy a little bit longer and then said, "Ok, shows over."

He asked, "can I kiss them?"

"Jesus dad – I'm turning the hot water off now. Time for your cold shower now," and I reached down as I got out and shut off the hot water. He was hit full with cold water and scuttled out as fast as he could. I laughed.

We were both naked now in my bedroom except for our towels, and he asked me again, "Could I kiss your breast?"

I looked at him. He smiled saying, "I've shaved."

I nodded, "So you have" then looked him in his blue eyes, smiled back, "Ok. You little perv. What am I going to do with you?" And I let my towel fall down around me to the bed. I was completely nude, just sitting with my legs slightly opened, feet on the floor, my little bush pressed into the bed, and dad next to me still with a towel around his waist, tenting in his lap.

He brought his mouth to my nipples and gave me the most reverential sensual kisses. I have very sensitive nipples, but it still surprised me. I felt myself go wet. His adoration was total, I had never experienced THAT before. I let him kiss my breasts for awhile, me just sitting on the bed naked with my towel laying around me and him next to me. I felt his hand on my thigh rubbing lightly close to my now wet center. He was just brushing the hairs of my bush. THAT will be next I thought.

He brought his head back, and looked at me in the eyes, "I'm so lonely honey, you have no idea what you, this means to me." Such devotion, it brought tears to my eyes.

I leaned in and kissed him. It was supposed to be a daughter type of kiss – I intended it that way, but I parted my lips and found his tongue. I took his face in my hands and traced my tongue around his teeth, felt his lips on mine, and we tongued like this for awhile. I felt him extend his hand so that it cupped my puss and I could feel myself tingling right up my spine. I knew that he could feel my wetness. 

His fingers were beginning to wriggle their way into my slit. I let him feel one then two passes through my slippery wet center before I gently said to him, "Ok. That's enough. I got to get ready – I'm going to be late, and you have work to do. We'll talk about this later."

But his fingers were finding their way into me, and I could feel my hips involuntarily sliding against his hand. Could feel waves of pleasure rising, muddling my brain. I didn't rise from the bed or move, or move him as I said those words. His gentleness was intoxicating. We said nothing, as I continued to part my legs and tip my hips toward his fingers exposing more and more of my nakedness to him. He bent his head and placed his mouth once again on my breast, and with a perfect pressure sent new shivers down my spine.

I just whispered. "Dad. Dad, we have to stop." But again I did not move at all. In fact he was motioning me backwards onto the bed as I said this, and was slowly letting myself fall. His towel had fallen open and I could see his cock rising up from the towel where it opened in front of him. I was letting his fingers slide inside of my pussy now, up inside of me. I could feel that space inside being filled, as his thumb found my hardening clit and I could feel his wonderful tongue swirling around my nipples. Oh my god, my resistance was melting utterly. I started to rock my hips into his hand harder, to push down onto his hand, and he looked up at me, questioningly. I needed more.

"Ok. You, you can eat me. Lick my pussy, but that's it. Ok?" And I again put my lips to his and let my tongue play with his. God I was hungry now. He lowered himself between my legs and I lifted and parted my knees, brought my legs full apart exposing myself fully to him. He pressed his tongue into me and with his fingers separated my labia, my full pink slit was open to him, and I felt his tongue sliding the full length of me, licking my wetness and the bare skin on either side of my pussy (which I Loved). Oh my God that felt so good. I rocked myself against his tongue, and he let his fingers roam inside of me. He had one hand holding my hip, lapping at me with a steady rhythm. I looked to my side and could see his hard cock hanging down between his legs, as he was stooped over me while resting on his knees. 

What was I thinking? I reached for his cock with my hand, as I kept an even hip rhythm with his tongue, and began to slide my hand along his shaft. It was dripping with precum and was so wet that I could lubricate his cock, and slide my hand along its whole length. The pressure of his tongue on me was inexorable, intoxicating and I could feel a wildness rise in me. My heart was racing, I was pressing my head back into the pillow, stiffening and arching my back. His fingers were so deep up inside of me, I started to move hard against that hand that mouth. Could feel myself coming. I started to moan and he paused to look up at me, so I just took my one free hand and pushed his head back down into me. And I could feel myself coming, it rose up out of me as I lifted my ass from the bed and began to cry out loudly. I was lost, coming in a wonderful and beautiful wave of passion and release. I settled back down on the bed, feeling peaceful and utterly content. My god I couldn't remember coming like that. As I drew back my senses I could feel hands still laying on my puss and this mouth begin kissing its way up my abdomen. 

I looked at him, "That's what you've wanted. You bad old man." I still had his cock in my hand and looked at it now, he was still on his knees. "Come here. I think I owe you a little something now. This is crazy." And I brought him up by me and lay him down on the bed. His cock was sticking straight up and was deep red, almost purple. 

"Looks like it hurts," I said playfully. "Lets see if this helps."

And I let my mouth sink around his cockhead. Kissing it lightly. Parting my lips pressing just a little and then backing off. I knew it drove him crazy. He kept pushing upward with his hips as he watched, my breasts hanging down right beside him. I could feel him absently palming my breasts, but don't think he even realized he was doing it. That's what's gotten me into this mess I thought.


Crumbling Boundaries: The Deal



This is part two of a two part story. Part one was Crumbling Boundaries.

After the events of the past week, I had to put my thoughts in order and give some serious consideration to what my 'boundaries' were. My dad and I without any discussion thus far had gradually slipped into an unspoken pattern which gave him pretty unfettered access to my body, though I had drawn a clear line against our activities of one week ago. But he still liked to touch me as I napped in the study, with his hands now roaming along my body and under my clothes as I 'slept' without limits. And I was conflicted about this. On the one hand it had to stop, on the other I didn't really want it to. The devotion and reverence of my dad now was delicious and intoxicating. My one line drawn in the sand now was related to the area of the house that was mine, where my bedroom was and my bathroom. It was off limits!

Even then, my own internal dialogue played with this line in the sand. This line in fact felt like the sand that was continually moved by each random wave - of desire, or memory, or emotion and its shifting motion washed over me from moment to moment. In fact, tonight here I was laying on my bed with the door closed reliving in my mind the morning that I let dad take a shower with me. I could feel my stomach rise and fall with his touches and pressed my thighs together as I remembered his mouth tonguing my pink center as his fingers worked inside me, and I would slip my fingers back inside myself to that place where he was, and try recreate the orgasm that had washed over me. Who knew what he could do to me, what I wanted, what I could want. I looked into the mirror and watched myself, legs spread on the covers.

Dad was having a hard time with the new 'rules,' and his sullen and surly nature began to emerge again; for while he could hold and touch me I know that now he wanted more. He became outright depressed, and I could not help but feel that it was my fault. I sat down with dad and explained that he needed to see other women, get out in the world and to stop depending on me for his 'outlet.' He explained that it was so difficult, that he was aware of how much things changed in the world of dating and that it scared him, he wasn't ready, etc. etc.

"You're a wonderful, gentle, attractive man," I smiled at him.

"You have to say that, you're my little girl, look at me."

In that moment I did. He was about thirty pounds overweight, out of shape, thinning hair; but nice gentle eyes. He could really look great.

I had inspiration, "I'll help you!" And I leaned toward him took his hand in mine and batted my eyes at him adding, "and I will motivate you."

He looked at me expectantly.

"For every ten pounds you lose, you can, we can . . . you know - do what we did before," I blushed and putting my head down looked up at him as I spoke to him. "And when you lose all those thirty pounds," I poked his belly, "we can go out on a date. A proper date. I'll be your teacher, I'll teach you everything you need to know to get back out there in the dating world and find yourself a woman. What do you think?"

I could see the wheels rolling in his brain, he had a half smile, and I also could not miss the outright lust in his eyes. He reached out with his hands now and lay them in my lap, reaching under my skirt and gently began to caress me through my panties. I didn't move and generally ignored his touch, which was a violation of my rules at this moment, but I wanted to be 'encouraging.'

"That certainly would be motivation. I would do anything to - lay with you again," he lowered his voice at the last part and looked me in the eyes. 

I blushed. "Exactly, see! We can work through this." I was teasing him now with my puss, sliding it along his hand. Though again he was getting to me and I added, "of course little indiscretions along the way might be ok, sort of as reminders."

"Of the goal," he finished what I was thinking. I felt his fingers pull my panties aside as he slid his fingers into me. It was delicious, fed right into my hunger (which he did not entirely realize) and I could feel myself spreading my legs letting the skirt slide up to my crotch and pushing, pressing my now hungry pussy into his hands. 

Shit, I need Control, I thought and I said, "Ah. Ah. Ah. Little indiscretions only," as I - reluctantly- pulled his wet fingers away from me, though my legs were splayed and my skirt remained up around my waist. "I'm trying to motivate."

This was a good plan I kept convincing myself. Dad went out and bought some workout equipment and dieting books. He really did hit the program with gusto, and I knew that the first ten pounds would be the easiest to come off, so within the first month he had me accompany him to the scale one morning and sure enough he had lost ten pounds!

"Congratulations," I cooed to him as I felt myself going wet. I went up on my tippie toes with him still on the scale, and put my nose up to his and gave him a lovely slow sensual kiss, wrapping my arms around his middle, letting my breasts brush against his chest, thinking to myself, damn he HAS lost some weight. We tongued for a little while that morning in the bathroom, me standing there in my bra and panties, while he had on just a pair of boxers. I laughed as that penis of his sprung to attention. 

I took it in my hand through his boxers and played with it as I spoke, "Lets you and me have a nice dinner this evening, and then your motivational reward," and I walked out of the bathroom to finish getting ready in my room.

But he followed me into my room (a violation of the rules), "I don't want to wait honey."

I looked at dad standing there and just motioned him over to my bed. 

"This will be it then. What, you want a quickie huh? I don't have a lot of time," I checked the clock.

"Sweetie, I've been going crazy. I just want you so bad right now. It's been . . . " That feeling of lust and need and devotion continued to draw me in. I could feel myself melting.

"Come here," I patted the bed and rolled myself onto my back, "undress me." 

He so gently slid my panties off as I lifted my hips to him. Then my bra. 

"And those," I said pointing at his boxers and tugging at the waistband. We were naked and I pulled him up beside me on my bed where there was only a light coming through from the bathroom, and we lay in the low light looking and touching each other. He leaned into me and kissed me so softly. God he was good I thought.

"Women are crazy not to fall for you," I said.

I felt his hands slide down into me and let my legs open wider.

"I don't know what you do to me. I feel like it has been forever since I had you - like last time," he whispered. 

And I could feel his heart pounding in his chest as his face mottled as his eyes drank me in with pure lust and desire. Feeling so wanted brought out a girlishness in me and I felt a femininity, a wanting to please that was new to me. 

"You want me? You have me, at least for this morning." I could feel his fingers insinuating themselves inside my cunt, that luscious feeling of being filled pressed into, but then I felt this hunger rising in me for much much more. <I can't let him know this.>

I curled myself around him, letting my bottom settle solidly in his hand. He kissed me again, and whispered to me, "God you are wet, you really do like this don't you?" 

I just looked at him and said, "I'm wet for you, no one else." 

"How far can I go?"

I played the flirt, his little girl flirt. I bit my lower lip, like I was thinking about it. He was working my clit furiously and it was certainly muddling my brain but I really wanted this to last - to last and last. Give in now and the game is over. I rubbed my bottom hard into his hand and pressed and arched my back along his skin. What a decision as we let our bodies rub into each other. "You can eat me dad, that was the deal. I want more too. I really do, but you've got more to do." He just looked at me, and then began to kiss his way down my front and in the way I had grown accustomed, opened me right up and settled his mouth on me.

"I'll make you crazy then. You're going to want ME."

He had no idea.

And I could feel that little tongue of his pushing into me like a cock would, teasing along my labia, Oh my god it was making me crazy. I was sliding hard along his mouth, so hungry. He was licking me and saying things like this could me my cock, does my little girl want to be fucked.

"You're terrible," I purred, but then he stopped for a little while just at the point where I was feeling myself rise to orgasm. And he rose back up to me, kissing me again as I could taste myself on his lips. "I can wait too," and he touched me on the nose. 

"I want to come. Make me come."

He said, "And I want to fuck you, let me fuck you."

"Nu-uh." I said pouting. He still had his hand between my legs stroking me lightly and I was twitching with desire. My body was liquid against him.

"Well, I'll eat you then," I said. "At least I can fill myself up, the other end up." And I started to suck hard on his cock, as he continued fingering me. I kept trying to position myself on his hand to work myself up to an orgasm, but somehow he knew my body and could keep me right at the edge. It was becoming almost painful. I could not stand it anymore, and was sucking on him furiously until his cock was spraying into me, I could feel the cum rising in my throat and took him all inside. He was spent, but still I had not come. He lay back on the bed, satisfied. I was bouncing on the bed over him, my pussy positioned above his limp cock. You could see my wetness glistening at the bottom of my bush, I was nearly dripping on him now. 

"Daddy. You have to finish. I can't stand it. Finish what you started." 

But he just reached up and pulled me down on top of him, I could feel his soft cock touching me at my abdomen. "We can both wait," he said.

I rolled onto my back and let him watch me masturbate myself to a full orgasm, he kissed my breasts as I cried out arching my back with my hands between my legs. It felt great, but not the same from what I remembered before. He was still kissing my breasts so tenderly as I looked down at him and wrapped my hands around his head. I loved this attention, and then I looked at the clock. "Oh my God,"I said, "I have to go, I'm late - again." He hopped off the bed left my room and I got ready, but the entire day I was so hot, so horney. My middle just hurt with desire, during one class I was literally rubbing my thighs together. My body needed to be released in the way I remembered, and he held back. God damn him I thought. 

That evening, I wore the sheerest little nightgown I had. It fell just below my pubes and I wore no panties. I laid on the floor in front of dad as he was watching tv, with him in his little easy chair directly behind. He had a perfect view of my ass and puss. At one point he came over and straddled my thighs leaning down on me and began to rub my ass cheeks. Two can play this game I thought. "What are you doing?" I said. 

"Spending some quality time with my little girl."

"Well, not tonight." I might have sounded a little cross, but I was sending a pretty obvious mixed message here.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"No. Not really anyway." He was still rubbing my ass and I let him now. I continued, "Maybe a little. I thought you would make me come this morning, like last time. That was the deal. You held back."

"So did you."

"That was our agreement, those were the rules."

"Rules. Rules. Rules." He said as he let his fingers slide into my cleft, and I could feel my legs involuntarily open putting my head down and moaning. I couldn't stand it, god it felt so good. I was so hungry. But I willed my legs together, and rolled over now facing dad, showing him my perfect little bush and my titties hard beneath my yellow nightie.

I just said, "I'm trying to help you." He just nodded as he looked at me. "You'll see. You really will. You need to find someone else other than me dad. There's no other way. I have boyfriends you know. I have a sex life you know."

"Like what you feel with me?" He asked.

I had no answer.

I paused and just said, "This conversation is over," and I got up and left with him sitting on the floor looking after me.

We kept our distance for a few days, but after awhile things began to cool off and go back to normal. Normal for us that is. On Sunday evenings, I would spoon with my 'daddy,' playing this very feminine flirty little girl which I had really drifted toward lately, and he would play along perfectly. I would lay and watch TV with him and whisper back at him, "rub my tummy." And he would, but only my tummy. Then after awhile I would add, "Now my breasts." 

Then at some point he would ask, "what about your pussy?" 

"Ummm, just for a little minute." He complied perfectly as I would move my hips letting myself slide along the length of his hard cock which I could feel along my ass as he lightly fingered me, and he would snuggle his mouth between my shoulder and neck and kiss me there softly - my favorite spot. We would drink wine and watch shows like this for hours. It smoothed over our conflict nicely and did it make me hot. I would go to bed with my cheeks burning and could only sleep after masturbating furiously in the mirror, putting my hands exactly where his had been.

My evenings home after dates were similar to all other evenings with dad sitting near me asking how it went. Only now the stories I would tell were no longer the R Version, they were definitely X and he loved knowing every detail, smells, everything. I complied but tended to exaggerate for effect lately and found myself completely disheveled, with my dress up around my waist masturbating with my legs splayed open and dad sitting between my legs watching my dark bush in the low light, asking intimate questions of his little girl. Little did he know I was actually doing far less than what I shared after I got home. In fact, it had gotten to the point where coming home from evenings out was making me hotter than going out in the first place.

And yet as the weeks passed the inexorable surliness rose in him. This second ten pounds was harder to lose and he knew it, it was taking longer and the wait was difficult. He could touch me, look at me, kiss me sometimes, but nothing more. Somehow I was maintaining this boundary. I was holding up the motivation and it was working, he was working out all the time now. I realized that he was working much harder than before, and it was producing a noticeable change. Dad was building muscle at the same he was losing fat, and muscle is heavier than fat. So while the weight came off agonizingly slow, he was actually becoming more trim than one would think could be the case from the loss of eight pounds. I don't think he knew that. Dad was becoming a hunk. He'd lost eighteen pounds but I bet he converted another ten pounds of fat to fifteen pounds of muscle, though I sure noticed and I was getting ready to bend the rules a little bit.

One evening he came home in a fantastic mood. Completely different than his recent surliness. He was grocery shopping and when he came in the door he said, "some woman - at least ten years younger - needed help picking out fruit. I told her I didn't know the first thing about it. She looked disappointed, but nonetheless she took up with me and said she did not like shopping by herself. I was her shopping partner for the day. We went through the store together. I got her phone number. Look." 

I blinked at him. Was I jealous? He looked great this evening, color in his cheeks, broad shouldered. 

I just said, "that's great. See you can do this," with a little less than enthusiasm.

He didn't seem to notice my reticence, and holding the piece of paper in the air with her number on it walked out of the room as he said, "I sure can't lose this." 

And he stayed in his room. Was he going to call her? I found myself hovering and listening for a phone, but there was no way to hear. This was an unexpected turn and I was reflecting on the feelings I had just now, and I had to decide . . .

It was me now sneaking along a hallway of the house which is essentially off limits. It was near midnight as I entered my dads room, I could see him there sleeping and I stood a moment in my robe.

"Daddy." I sing songed in a little girl voice, and it trilled just a little. God I could feel my heart fluttering, I was nervous.

He rolled on his back, and groggily called out, "Yes. Sweetie, what is it?"

"I was wondering. Could I just crawl into bed with you tonight? I just feel like I want to be close, like when I was little."

I couldn't believe I said that. It sounded lame. 

I added, "Please daddy," in my little girl voice.

"Uh, sure sweet. Uh. Just a sec." He was moving around a little and before he could reach the light at the side of the bed I dropped my robe and slipped into his bed. 

"Thanks. I was feeling a little lonely tonight," and I scootched to the center of the bed and sort of wrapped myself around my dads back, who was still reaching for the light. He looked around at me under the sheet and settled back against me, keeping his back to me. I knew he could tell I was naked, and I had a surprise myself realizing that so was he. As I wrapped my arms around him I realized once again how toned he had become, and I let my hand brush his stomach and just noticed a brief touch of his cockhead on my hand. He was already hard!

Then I squeezed my daddy, and rolled over. "Hold me. I want you to hold me," I cooed at him. He complied, rolled over and settled his broad chest against my back letting his cock rest right against my backside. That was brave of him I thought.

"There, that feels nice. Just like old times." And as I said that I pushed my ass back against his cock.

"Maybe a little different than I remember," he corrected as he let his hands slide down and find the top of my bush. 

"Mmmm, that feels nice daddy." I was his. He might not know it just yet, but he could do whatever he wanted to me. I decided that tonight. I was going to be his first, not someone he'd met in some fucking grocery store. My body was so soft and supple against him. I mewed like a kitten in his arms, felt so feminine. His little girl. I could feel his breath in my dark long hair. And I lay still in his arms. He could do anything, but I wanted him to find that out for himself.

He let his hand lay on my bush for awhile, and I could feel the slightest undulation of his hip as he let his cock move along my bottom. Because he was so wet it quickly became slippery down there, and I just know how worked up he was getting now. I could feel both our heartbeats as we pressed together. He kissed my neck (in my favorite spot), and at the same time began to slip his fingers down between my legs. I moved a leg forward and to his pleasure he could feel me opening up, no conditions. When I slid my hips forward I could feel his fingers sliding on me and when I slid my hips backward I could feel his cock sliding along my ass working its way in until I could feel his tip brushing over my anus. Our warmth and breathing continued rising as our skin to skin contact was working it magic and we steadily became more aroused. I felt such a hunger inside of me and I just wanted to be receptive, to be filled, desired, fucked.

"What are you doing daddy?" I whispered.

"Just helping you fall asleep."

"Oh, ok."

He kept rubbing his fingers against me with a firmness that I could push against as I guided his fingers deep inside of me and then back up through my wetness. My clit was hard, so sensitive now, and he could wrap his fingers around my clit and turn it in his fingers before descending once again and filling me inside. God I was wet, and I literally could feel myself sighing and moaning against his hand.




Crumbling Boundaries: The Deal



I was lifting my backside up as high as it would go when I undulated my hips back until I finally felt his cock slip between my legs instead of up along my ass. I clamped my legs around his penis and held his hardness tightly between my legs as he froze for a moment, not sure what he could do next. I was imagining the turmoil running through his mind enjoying the deliciousness of the moment. I just kept lying there, sliding my hip ever so lightly so that his cock slid along my wet center forward and then back again. When I pushed all the way back I know he could feel his own wet cock with his fingers which were still diddling me from the front. My whole bush was wet now, we were both so aroused, pressed tightly and breathing into each other.

I could feel his hips starting to move as well and we undulated so that we were rythmically sliding against each other. His cock was catching right where I opened up, right where I could take him in. Where my hunger, my almost painful itch was. 

"I think I have a scratch there daddy," and I moved my hips so that his cock head rested right at my opening and I just held perfectly still. I wanted him to enter me, I would let him. He would find out now. He held his cock deliciously at my vagina, neither of us were moving. I made the slightest gesture toward his cock and could feel myself just start to open up. I wanted to thrust onto him but held myself and then he was pressing slowly, undulating in then out. I swallowed him at the tip inside me, and then could stand it no more and pushed myself back filling my cunt to the hilt with his cock, he was whole inisde me. I could hear him suck in air and we settled into the bed together with my dad deep inside me. 

"What you wanted?" I whispered.

Oh god, I was filled, filled to overflowing and I turned my head and kissed and tounged and wrapped my arms around his head as he stayed inside of me. His hips started to slide his whole length first deep inside and then right to the edge of leaving me, and then back into me. I nearly collapsed in pleasure with each thrust.

"Oh, you feel so good," he was cooing. "I'm not going to last very long baby."

I just responded, "go on, go on fuck me. Come in me."

And I could at that instant feel him coming. He was filling me. I felt each spray against my cervix, my deepest recess. It vibrated inside of me and I clamped around his cock, and held onto him as he bucked into me. 

I just said, "stay inside me as long as you can, while I sleep in your arms. Just stay there, hold me." And we lay still in the dark, I could feel his cock softening as I held him inside and we drifted off to sleep.

At one point during the night, I have no idea when, I felt his hardness pressing up against me again, and he was positioning his cock behind me at the correct angle to slip into my pussy. I lifted my ass in the air. 

"You want a little more of that pussy down there huh?"

I felt his cock slide right inside, but then I rolled onto my back letting him slip out and around so that I was facing him, and I continued to push him back solidly onto the bed. 

"My turn," and I climbed up over his chest, god he felt so trim. Like a younger man now. It was strange being in the dark, with these wonderful smells of sex all around, and this hard body beneath me. 

I lifted myself up and settled down onto his cock and felt that hunger being satisified again, wonderful waves of pleasure washing along my body and filling me with a heat that kept rising. I slid my center hard along the base of his cock and found a spot where I could slide my clit and catch a steady rythem. "You like my cunt daddy?"

He lay beneath me and held my breasts in his hands before letting his hands slide down around my hips and around onto my ass. I could feel his fingers curl into my ass crack and he found my anus and brushed his fingers over the surface. I pushed against his fingers and guided, encouraged him to keep pressing. Until he had his finger sliding in to the second knuckle. 

"Keep doing that. Oh god, yeah. You know me, you know what I like." 

And I kept my motions on his cock and felt that exquisite little finger sliding inside of me. I was arching my back and then lowering myself onto his chest as we fucked in the dark, our second time tonight. It was amazing how he seemed to know my body, how well we fit together. The itch grew intense and I pushed and slid as hard as I could, harder and harder my clit drawing circles at the base of his cock digging its way into him. I let out cries that I knew could not be heard outside of this house where father and daughter resided. I whimpered, and moaned, cried out, sighed and let the most beautiful orgasm wave along my body like a wind or fire rising up my spine. 

I went utterly black, held my hands out like claws on his chest and dug into him, could feel myself clutching and releasing on his cock, spasming and crying out. And then his cum began to spray inside me again, I could feel it pressing out of me, and opened my eyes wide looking into his and brought my mouth to his ear, "You came again, didn't you?" I just added, "Wow, my little stud."

I fell onto my side with one leg up over his middle. We lay in this wonderful breathless tangle of sex, of hair and sweat and come. He put his arms around my middle. And in the dark we fell right back to sleep between absent little kisses, and fingers finding their way inside the various creases and crevices of our bodies as we slept soundly until sunrise.

My boundaries utterly crumbled, we were in pieces.



Crumbling Boundaries



I let my mouth sink down as far as I could and took the length of his cock in my mouth. I was proud of my ability to deep throat when I gave blow jobs, and actually think I was showing off a little. I let myself rise and fall with a steady pressure, and in no time he was coming in my mouth. It felt like a sudden surge spraying out at me and I drank as fast as I could, keeping my lips tight around his penis. He was arching now and stiffening on the bed, whimpering and muttering how good it felt. And then he settled into the bed. We were both flushed, sweaty, my hair was disheveled, sprayed all around my shoulders as I brought myself to lay full length beside him. We were face to face, hip to hip, and I had lifted my one leg up over him in a body caress.

I just held the side of his face as I said, "Well, now I am late."