6 comments/ 89681 views/ 35 favorites Hacking into Dad's Pants By: niemand1994 So, my Dad, who's 48 now, discovered Skype. Well, not really. I discovered it for him since I'm living 120 miles away. Me, I'm Jean, I'm 28, married to John. I had gotten Dad started because we just don't get to see him and my mom as often as we'd like. No money, no time, you know how it is. Well, dad had huge trouble setting it up, he's not very good with technology, hell, he still has a flip phone. John's a software engineer, actually he's practically a damn hacker, so he asked Dad's permission and ran a cloudclone program that let him see Dad's laptop and we got it done. So, he had gotten to see the baby and he and I would chat in the morning while I did the morning feeding then he would sign off, all very wonderful. Sometimes I was probably a bit more casual with my dress that I should have been. I tend to favor tee shirts to sleep in, and nothing, or just a thong, underneath. Everything seemed very normal, until I got curious. My mom has her own business and she is deeply involved in running it. It took off years ago and Dad finished his time as a firefighter in the city, took his pension and now is the house boss. He likes it. He's in the gym for at least an hour a day, working out and hanging with the other retired FD guys, they travel plenty and he gets to golf all over the place and try out new restaurants. However, I got the feeling in our convos that he was lacking in the 'personal attention' department. He didn't complain per se but it kinda came through. So basically he's in great shape, and horny. Poor Dad, LOL So the trouble, if you want to call it that, started one morning after I got done Skyping with Dad. He seemed a bit more in a hurry than other days. Some days he'll go on forever and others he's ready to be done. For a guy with no real schedule I wondered. He never says he has to go because, whatever, it's just clear he wants to sign off. Well, as I said I was curious. I gave it a bit of thought but didn't really settle on anything. Now we would chat pretty much five or six days a week and it took a month or so but I finally figured out the pattern. When I was feeding the baby I was under a blanket and not moving around, those days he didn't hang around. But if I was on after I had fed him Dad liked to chat. Well, after I feed the kid I'm making my breakfast, cleaning the kitchen all that stuff. Still, I didn't see the connection. Then there was that Tuesday. It was a non-feeding day and Dad had been on while I unloaded the dishwasher, which was across from the table where the laptop sits. I had a tee shirt and my thong on. I guess I get careless since he's not actually in the room and wasn't thinking. I didn't think about it till he had signed off, a bit flustered, and then I was a little embarrassed and a lot curious. I remembered that I was bending over a lot to get the stuff out and my ass was facing the screen. He must have gotten quite a good look at his daughter's ass and a small thong stuffed up her kitty. Ooops. I sat back down after he signed off and was doing some other computer stuff when I spotted the icon for the cloudclone. I clicked on it and low and behold Dad's laptop was still open to us. With just a leetle click I would be looking over his shoulder and be able to peruse his laptop as if it was right in front of me with all the passwords. Well it was the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other. Since I'm writing this you know who won. I felt a little guilty but I got over it fast. I looked around a little and found that I could do some things. Like turn the camera on. That was helpful, then I would know if he came in the room and get off the thing. It's scary to think I could do this. It's not as easy if you don't have the users permission but the fact it can be done is just, well. Also I could see what he was seeing on the screen. I took a few minutes and learned how to navigate the program to basically put myself in Dad's seat, without him having any idea. I decided to activate his camera first. I activated the program and my life took a new and very wild turn. I expected to see him sitting in his chair with the same grey shirt he had on twenty minutes ago. The image that came up was so wild I cut the program off after two seconds hoping that it was true that the subject would have no idea they were monitored. I will remember that quick screen shot forever. It was a man seen from mid-thigh to mid-abdomen. I clearly remember seeing just the bottom of the tattoo on Dad's right arm in the shot. He was standing in front of the screen, naked, masturbating, really really hard. I sat there and stared at the desktop, all the icons for my programs and a nice picture of the baby as a desktop back ground. But that's not what I saw. I saw my father's hand furiously stroking his, well, rather nice sized, I had to admit, cock right in my face. Well, not exactly because he didn't know I was watching. The shock wore off and I had time during the rest of the day to digest my rather salacious discovery. I mean, he is human and hell, we all masturbate, I sure do, so it's not like he was doing something wrong, it's just I have never seen my Dad doing that. Well now what was I going to do? My curiosity had spanked me but there is that wicked part of me. John and I have a very good and very adventurous sex life. We were almost arrested once for public sex, among other tawdry tales. John regularly gets my ass and I love it. He's average in the cock department. I don't know; a bit more than six or so and thick enough to fill me up. He's six one or so and about 150. I'm five eight and a nice and curvy 145, the tits are out of control right now but when they settle back down is should be to a big "B". Yeah, I'm shaved too. I Gave it up during the last months because I couldn't see my pussy without a mirror but I'm back smooth again. I'm thinking of having it all lasered off. So here is this very wicked, sexual lady who is trying to decide what to do. Spy on Dad some more or let sleeping dogs lay. Yeah, you know I didn't. It was a few days before I finally put myself as available on Skype. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't do or say anything to tip him off. As usual, dad wasn't that chatty and was gone soon.I wasn't paying attention, or it was a slip but my robe was open and after we closed I noticed he could have seen at least one of my tits clearly. The devil jabbed me and I opened cloudclone. I sat and looked at the program. I saw the icon to start his camera. My finger was poised. I finally sighed and pressed the button. He was gone, nobody there. I signed off. Confused, curious, wicked. You have to realize, raising a child is the most wonderful experience there is. But when they are babies, there is nothing to occupy an active mind like mine so I guess I got a little more into spying than I should have. But now I felt badly that I hadn't told John. The rest of my day was quite routine; until John got home. We had dinner and when the baby was settled in his crib and us on the couch I told him about the other day. His response floored me. "He's jacking off because of you." "No fucking way, John, he's my father!" "So? I'm telling you. You look a lot like your mom, you prance around on Skype with your ass hanging out and no bra, what do you expect him to do?" He laughed. I cocked my head at my husband and smiled. "So are you saying he's masturbating because he sees a hot younger woman or because it's his daughter?" John smiled back and began to run his hands over my body. "I don't know, why don't you find out, if you're brave enough. Just tell me about what happens." John has magic hands. I guess he's not magic he is just very good and I love him to death. I was in just shorts and a tee, no bra, no panties, ready for bed. His hand stroking my thigh as we talked in concert with my burgeoning curiosity about my Dad made me liquid. I leaned back into the couch and my hand wandered into his lap. He just had gym shorts on and my hand quickly found his cock, grown to its full size. We just sat there, his hand wandered up past the hem of my shorts as I looped a leg over his to ease his exploration. I slid the leg of his shorts up and soon was stroking his hard cut cock as his fingers danced in the soaked smooth playground between my legs. Then my dear husband decided to be truly wicked. Mimicking my Dad's voice, which he was pretty good at he started his shit. He was testing me, seeing just how I felt about the potential of my situation. We both were surprised by the outcome. "Ummm Jean dear, you shouldn't be touching your Dad like that. It's very nice but it's wrong." I got into this game a little faster than I thought was possible. "Well, Dad, from what I'm feeling you don't think it's too wrong and you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself." My husband had two fingers in me now and his cock was seeping, a lot. He stayed in character. "Well Jean, your Mom hasn't um been too good about, um being there, for me, so I'm feeling a bit weak, I'm sorry I'll stop." His hand started to move and mine clamped over it. This was getting so fucking wicked. "No Dad, I want to help you." John just wouldn't let up testing me. "But it's incest, it's against the law." I was on the verge of cumming and he knew it. I kept my hand over his and rammed my pussy up into his fingers. "OHHHHFUUUCCCKKKKKKK I'M CUMMING!!!!!" My pussy just gushed over his fingers and I was lost in my orgasm. John kept his hand there, he just didn't move, letting me get over the sensitivity. I went back to the role play. "Oh Dad, that was a nice cum! Look, I don't care about any law. I'm old enough and you need me." My damn husband would not relent pushing me. "But daughter dear, what about your husband?" I was starting to get horny again. My hand stroked John's cock. "John is very open minded. Would you care if I told him?" I was tugging at John's shorts and he picked his cute little ass up and slid them off. As he answered I was pulling my tee and shorts off too. "Only if you're sure he wouldn't mind your Dad fucking you." Oh damn, that did it. I just climbed over on top of him and grabbed his cock. I slid him into me as I sat down and put my mouth next to his ear. "You dirty bastard of a husband! I love you so fucking much!" He didn't fold, John held my ass as I plunged down on his cock. "Oh Jean, this is so good! Please fuck your Dad! Oh shit I need this!" I couldn't help it. "Oh Dad, fuck your little girl! Please! Let me be your little sex toy!" I was so close again and I could tell all this role play had John on the edge. "Cum in your daughter's pussy DAD! Fuck my soaking slit! Let your Daddy cum fill me!" Now John was ramming up as I rammed down. My sauce was flowing out all over his waist. "Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna fucking cum!" I wasn't sure if he was still in role or not, I didn't care. "Dammmit, fill me! DO IT!" I was there, I felt it deep inside me as he buried himself and groaned. My orgasm was right behind I just collapsed on top of my husband and let the wave overtake me. We lay there, me still on top, panting as we rode the wave of post orgasmic joy. I looked at him and smiled. "You are a truly wicked, wicked man." He hugged me. "Who loves your more than life itself and wants you to have all the joy you can. Give it a try, see where it goes." We showered and collapsed, it was a good night's sleep. The next morning went just like the other. Dad signed off and when I checked, he was gone. Of course I had intentionally left my robe open and really piled it on by not wearing anything underneath and getting up once to get more coffee. John's comment was banging around in my head. Could my Dad be beating off to his daughter? He never acted in any way like that towards me, ever. What changed? Well, doing the kid care thing left me plenty of time to roll it all over and I did note that Mom's career had taken off and maybe that is what got him started. They had a damn good sex life and if she's cut back he's gotta be feelin it. Okay, so I could see him getting ramped up over a girl running around her kitchen occasionally flashing him her ass, though I hadn't meant to, I was just not thinking about the Skype cam. But his daughter? No, he's compartmentalizing it, he has to be, right? By the end of the day I had worked myself up so much, I had to know. The next morning was going to be interesting. It's a bitch being intelligent. Damn mind just goes and goes. Well, I got up, fed the kid early and thought about what to do. I slipped on a particularly tiny G string and a tee shirt that was a bit shorter than usual. Well, let's see what happens. Well Dad certainly was chatty. He was in NO hurry to close our conversation. I, of course, in the name of scientific discovery only was a bit wicked. At one point I 'spilled' the coffee. Well this required me to sweep it up, with my firm little ass pointed at the computer, bent over. I could feel the thin fabric clutching my pussy, freshly shaved that morning. The string ran right up the middle of my little butt hole. Actually if he looked closely he would have seen the growing wet spot as I finished sweeping. I was beginning to enjoy this a bit more than I thought I would. Shortly after that show I feigned a reason to sign off. I waited five minutes and got onto cloudclone. My finger hovered over the enter key, the arrow over the 'turn subject camera on' icon. Well, now or never. I pushed the key, the screen blinked. He was on the damn phone! FUCK! He was talking some shit about playing golf. It was clear he had received the call, not made it. I closed it all out. Shit! That proved nothing. Of course now my mind is in overdrive. I HAVE to know something! He was gone when I went snooping again. Well, it's not just the camera, I could poke around his computer at will, and I did, and I got a bit of an education. Since Windows seven doesn't have a history file, at least that I could find, I had to look in the folders on the desk top. A lot of stuff on golf swings. News sites, current events, etc. History stuff, shopping for tools, golf gadgets, kitchen tools, he does all the cooking too. Fairly boring stuff but I was really bored so I just kept digging. On the tool bar I saw the heading for re-opening the last browsing section. That looked interesting but then the baby cried so I closed out, got him changed and fed and then my friend Ginny called so I spent the rest of the day with her. John laughed like hell at my predicament and offered absolutely no help or support other than saying, "Whatever happens babe, just tell me about it." No help at all. Well the next day was Saturday and he never even signed on. Grrrrrrr! I was never going to get this resolved. So I went back to snooping his hard drive. John passed in and out, offering cute and rather useless bits of advice and comment. He was reveling in my torment. I re-opened his last browsing session and got a surprise. He had been on a site for erotic stories. I wasn't surprised, based on what I caught him doing, but I was, I had to admit, a little disappointed. I couldn't tell what stories he had been reading. He had just gone to the home page and only briefly. I went through each of the program files, the recycle bin, the email archive, nothing. Now I was going through the folders, one by one. He had a lot of folders and every fucking one of them was boring. Until I found the file folder I couldn't open. It was password protected. It was a folder in a folder in a folder. The titles were all golf this and golf that and each had a bunch of golf related stuff. Even the title of this one sounded 'golfish' He titled it, 'swinging close to home'. I tried a few obvious choices, no luck. The expert was of little help. "Jean dear, passwords are dicey things. Your Dad is not too sophisticated on this stuff, it could be easy. Or very tough. You have to have the whole thing case correct. Windows also has a remember feature that stores passwords, if you want it too. Now if he's got something stashed in there even he won't use that." I was annoyed. "Well John, can you or can't you?" He smiled, "Maybe, let me try a few things." He sat down and after fiddling for a few minutes the screen started whirring away. "This is a program that looks over his hard drive and tries to build passwords based on data it finds. It's gonna take a while. It will test various ideas. Fortunately, this type of password protection doesn't have a lockout so we can try infinite possibilities, but it takes a long time. It runs in the background so even if he's on he won't notice, other than the computer might be a bit slow. We'll check back tonight." I growled, I was really getting into this now and I was not happy to wait, but I had no choice. Fortunately, I didn't have to. I had Dad's computer screen minimized up in the corner as I was doing my work. The search screen was in another corner, chugging away. I saw Dad come into the room and sit down. I put the search program to sleep and did the same with my work. Now I had Dad's screen in front of me and him on camera in the corner. He went right to his secret folder and I watched as the characters of the password were given to me. Of course I wrote them down. I watched the folder open. It was links, links to what looked like stories. Then the baby let out a wail, feeding time, SHIT! He was very much in need of a diaper. Crap all over the place, a real blast. New diaper, clean sheets, new outfit, and hungry besides, twenty minutes, at least, well, baby comes first. I raced back to my computer, jumped in the chair, just in time for the finale. I was shocked, but as I watched I got excited. I haven't watched too many men masturbate. Usually I'm quite anxious to get that big thing in my mouth, pussy, or in rare cases, my ass. The little screen was not enough. I made it bigger. It overlapped the screen that showed what he was seeing. It was a story of some kind. But I was captivated by watching my father stroking his cock. It was bigger than average, probably seven inches, circumcised and nice and thick. He was naked, as far as I could tell. He was also very close to cumming. He was panting and his hand was sort of teasing his cock, I was captivated. My hand wandered down and slid up the leg of my shorts. My fingers rubbed lightly over the wet spot in my thong. As Dad groaned while he teased his cock to eruption my fingers slid the thong aside and I moaned as I slid a finger into my soaked slit. I felt very wicked. I never knew I had this voyeuristic impulse not to mention the, well, incestual impulse. As the flow increased, coating my hand I hoped Dad never found out. I needn't have worried. By now I had my legs up on the table edge, my thong was gone. One hand squeezed and rubbed my clit while three fingers of the other hand rammed my running pussy. I had completely given in to the wicked impulse of watching Dad cum. Oh and cum he did! I watched and listened. "hummmmpf hummpf, OH FUCK OH FUCK, YEEEAAHHHHHHHH!" My pussy was on fire and I felt my wave cumming too. As I rammed my fingers in one last time and pinched my clit to fire it off too, my life took a new turn. As I watched the cum jet out of Dad's cock he groaned one more thing. "Oh Jean baby, take it all!" I sat, panting. The seat of the chair was soaked. Dad stroked off two or three nice little ropes of cum and then just stood there panting as his cock slowly returned to normal. I had to know what he was reading. As I went to look at his screen the fucking phone rang. No matter, now I have the password. John was on top of me and deep inside. I'd cum once already. His cock felt so good sliding in and out of me. Oh, how I love being fucked by this man. But he was talking too. "You're sure he said your name? Hufffff hufffff. Fuck you are wet today!" Hacking into Dad's Pants I was in the zone. "Oh shit, cumming again! Fuck me baby, come on, give it to me! Yes, he did, I'm......ohhhhhhhhhh yeeeeessssss, baby!" The wave of satisfaction swept over me. John kept pounding into me. Everything was soaked. Then he slowed down, pacing himself, I hate him sometimes. "So does Jean want her Dad to fuck her?" He held his cock at my entrance, just poking a little. I moved to get him deeper and he avoided me. "Maaaayyyybby, but right now I want your cock baby. Please make me cum again, please?" He slid in, agonizingly slowly and tormented me some more. "Maybe? Oh I think that's not quite the truth. Do I have to play again?" He was picking up the pace of his fucking now. Oh, how I love that feeling of being filled. "Yes, please, do it!" John changed his voice, just a little, making it deeper. "Oh Jean, baby, you feel so good! I love the feel of my little girl!" I didn't think it was possible to get wetter. I had to play along. "Ohhhh Daddy! Fill me up, let me be your toy! Oh I love that Daddy cock in me!" John digs this as much as me. His pace picked up and soon he was ramming me hard, just the way love it. "UMMPFHH UMMPFH You want tht Daddy cock baby? You want Dad to shoot his cum up your bad girl pussy?" I howled. "FUCK YES! Fuck me Dad, Give it to me!" John's hands were wrapped behind me. My legs clamped his waist. "Here it fucking cums my daughter! OHHHHFUUUCCCCKKKKKKK! DADDY'S CUMMING IN HIS GIRL!" He went deep one last time and I felt his cock flexing inside me and I imagined the jets of cum rocketing up my tunnel. Damn it felt good! We lay on the soaked sheets, catching our collective breaths. John smiled. "So, you gonna go find out what your Dad is reading?" I had forgotten, in all our lust that I had the password. I got up and headed for the shower. "You bet, just as soon as I'm outa here." Ahh, the baby, then fixing dinner, well about eight o'clock I finally sat down and opened my own little Pandora's Box. The folder contained links to an erotic story site. There were five that looked like stories and one that looked like a sign in. Well, here goes, I thought as I clicked the first link. I read the story with increasing interest. I wasn't surprised, it was a story of a Father who has sex with his adult daughter, adult married daughter. In this story, she seduces him. It wasn't very well written. The second one was the same theme, a bit better written but this time the daughter's husband is involved. The other three were almost identical. The adult daughter seduces the father and confesses to having wanted him for a long time, the father says likewise. I sensed a theme. LOL. The last link took me to a member page. I looked at it and poked around. Based on what I found I knew I had found my father's personal page on this site. I read his profile, where he confessed to wanting to have sex with his daughter and then I noticed a tab for any stories the member may have written. Curious, as always, I opened it up. Dad had written one story. It was titled, "Jean's special gift". I never knew my Dad had any writing talent but this was good. I read it and before the end of the story where, well, I'll save that for later, I was naked and furiously fingering myself. So that's what he's been thinking about. But it still did not answer the question of whether he really would do it. There was only one way to find out. "You really want to do this don't you?" I, of course, knew exactly what he was talking about. "Yeah, sick little bitch that I am I do. But Dad may not feel the same way." John laughed. "You're kidding, right? After what you saw the other day, and heard?" I ran my hands over his sweaty body. He had come home really horny and with no foreplay had bent me over the back of the couch. It was fast and good. Now we were resting. "John baby that may just be a fantasy of his, one he wants to keep to himself. Lots of men have feelings for their daughters. It doesn't mean they will actually act on it, if the opportunity presents itself. Masturbating after seeing me accidentally flash him or reading a story, even writing a story is one thing. Those aren't overt acts by me." John rolled over on his back and was silent. He was thinking and I was sure whatever he thought of would be quite wicked. It didn't take long. "What if you made a nice masturbation video, ostensibly for me while I'm out of town?" I smiled at him. "Annnnddddd?" We rolled so we were facing each other. "Well, annnnndddd, in it you play a little bit of our role play thing." I ran my fingers up and down his chest, flicking his nipple with my nail. "Uh-huh, and?" "Well, you 'accidently send it to him." I knew I'd have to somehow, let Dad know I was interested, but I was nervous. "What if he doesn't want to take it that far? This could screw up my relationship with him." John thought for a second or two. "I think not. If he's embarrassed he'll just never mention it, then if you don't hear from him, it's done, just a fantasy". You wait and see if he says anything or if your observing discovers anything." We made the video. No, I'm not going to describe it...yet. I watched my dad's schedule on the computer. I wanted to be watching when he opened it and watched it. There was no way I was going to miss that. After a week or so I knew when the best time would be. I pushed send, and waited. When I sent it he was already at the computer. I knew he'd have time, it wasn't a golf day. Actually it was early afternoon. The baby had just gone down for a nap, I was showered and in just a tee shirt. I watched him as he surfed the net and heard the chime when my mail got there. His face was priceless. He opened it and was, at first confused. But his eyebrows lifted, as if to say, why not peek at mail that's not meant for me, and he continued reading. Here's what I wrote in the mail John: I know it's only a few days but I don't want you to forget me. I made a little video for you. You know how I like to show off. Remember the blowjob I gave you on the nude beach? With that guy my Dad's age watching? And masturbating? How hot was that? Well, this should get some iron in that hot cock of yours. I'm playing my favorite fantasy, the one I've talked about so much and my favorite. Enjoy me....Daddy! He paused, his face confused. Then I think he read it again, and again, now he was smiling. He clicked the link and I split the screen again. Now I had my video on one and Dad's camera on the other. This is what he was watching. I'm sitting on my bed facing the camera wearing a pair of nylon shorts and a tank top. Under that I have my sexiest light colored bra and a thong. My hair is up in a ponytail. I begin. "Well, dad, it's like this. The last time I visited I noticed that you seem to be quite interested in what I'm wearing, and more interested in what I'm not wearing. You were very careful but I noticed. It was kinda my fault that one morning when I came down to breakfast in just my tee shirt and thong. Mom had gone to work and I kinda forgot I wasn't home and was bending over all over the place. After a few minutes it dawned on me and well, I peeked and you had a boner! I was shocked, but then, I have to admit, I thought it was cool that I turned you on. I have a little secret Dad. I've seen you hard. It was a long time ago. You were...ummm.. well hell, you were jacking off in the bathroom and hadn't closed the door all the way. I won't lie, I peeked and it was cool, yours was the first hard cock I ever saw. Well, you probably don't remember but I teased you a lot that morning. It was mean. So I've decided to send you this to make up for it. I'm going to strip and masturbate for you Dad." Then I slid off the bed and moved closer to the camera. I took the lower edge of my tank and slowly peeled it up and over my head, dropping it on the floor. As I'm taking off my top in the video I'm watching Dad real time. He stands and shucks his tee shirt too then sits, I can see he's hard. Back in the video I'm standing there in just my shorts and a bra. "Hmmm Daddy, this isn't much to look at. You've seen me in my bikinis and they cover less than this." I slowly put my hands at my waist and unbutton my shorts. "Ready for more, Dad?" I slowly open my shorts, revealing the matching thong. I let my shorts drop to the floor and stand. After a minute or so I smile. 'Now for the good stuff." I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting it fall off my arms. My nice firm C tits stand out, the nipples sticking out another half inch. I reach up and gently tweak them. "See how my tits are Dad? My nips are so hard. I wish you were here to play with them." Then my video pauses. Watching Dad I see him get up again. Oh man! What a bulge in those shorts! His hands go to the waistband and I watch, captivated as my father strips for me, of course he doesn't know. He pulls the elastic waistband forward over the yummy bulge in his briefs and shucks his shorts, kicking them away. Next he has two hands inside the waistband and he slides his briefs down and for the second time I get to see my Dad's cock, hard. It's beautiful, cut, about seven inches or so, nice and thick. He kicks his briefs away and sits back down, his hand now in his lap and moving. My father is masturbating to my show. My video resumes. I move closer until the only part of me the camera sees is the light tan crotch of my thong and the wet spot at the bottom. "If your face was right here Dad you would smell how horny I am. Can you see the wet spot? I'm soaked for you! Are you ready? Ready to see the good stuff? Are you ready to see my hot wet pussy? Watch close now." My hands move across the screen and slowly the thong moves down, exposing the bare skin. As it slides lower the very top of my slit appears and soon the thong is down below the camera and the screen is filled with a close up of my pussy. I spread my legs and my engorged lips come into view. My voice continues. "Like it Dad? I want to give it to you; I want you to lick me, right here." My fingers move and separate the lips of my pussy, showing the seeping wetness just inside. I back away from the camera and soon my whole naked body is visible. In my video, I lay back on the bed, lifting my legs up and spreading them. My fingers play with my sex. I look away from my picture of his screen and my show and glance at dad's camera and he's standing now, totally naked and jacking his cock, hard. I can hear him panting and more. "Oh Jean baby, do it. Play with your pussy for me. Oh fuck I want to lick that pussy." I'm not sure if he's gonna last till I finish my little show he jerking so hard. One thing's for sure, he isn't embarrassed. Now, on the screen I've picked up my favorite vibrator. I'm rubbing up and down my slit, getting it coated with my juice. "Dad, do you know what I really want? I want your cock, in my soaked pussy. See this toy? You know it's name? Frank, yes Dad I named it after you. I imagine your body over mine as I slam it into my cunt. I want my Dad to fuck me, fuck me hard." My father groaned when I said that and again when I slid the big vibrator up into my pussy. Just sitting there watching myself masturbate on video and watching my father masturbate in real time did me in. I quickly stripped and my fingers were soaked in seconds. In my video I was close and looking at Dad he was too. I watched myself as I played. "Oh daddy, see how wet I am? I want your daddy cock in me. Oh fuck I'm going to cum for you Daddy, watch me cum!" On the screen I have my back off the bed and I'm ramming the vibrator as I cum. I look up in the corner of the screen and I hear dad. "OH FUCK JEAN I WANT YOU! AUUUUGGGHHHHHH!" Then a fat rope of cum spurts out of his cock and lays a path on the table, followed by two more. In my video, I'm laying gasping. Dad's hand reaches the keyboard and my video is gone. I can hear him panting from the strength of his orgasm. Well, I got my answer, now I had to decide if I was going to act on it, and how. I wasn't sure how long it would take to seduce Dad. Hell, I wasn't sure he would actually do it. I mean it's a huge fantasy but that doesn't mean that, when presented with the ability to actually do it, he will. But I had to try, I had to know. It had been a week or so. I'd caught him watching my video at least once so I know there were more. My non-feeding morning routine had gotten a little more risqué also. The tee shirt was shorter and one morning I had no panties on at all. Then my opportunity came. Dad mentioned that mom would be out of town for three days at a business meeting. I quickly offered to drive up and stay over the day before mom got back. I claimed some scheduling bullshit that made that seem plausible. Needless to say he, well, jumped on it. Now the fun began. I showed up, unannounced, a day early, actually in the afternoon. I told him John would be up the next day. There was the usual stuff when I arrived. We hugged, he held me just a little bit longer. I took that opportunity and kissed him, right on his lips, hard and long with just a tease of tongue. His face was priceless. He liked it. We chatted, all that stuff. The baby woke and was hungry so, sitting right in front of Dad I draped a towel, opened my shirt and let him feed. I noticed a little bulge in Dads shorts. We talked while the baby ate and then I burped him and told dad he'd need a nap and I needed a shower. I stood in the guest room, naked. I'd cum once in the shower and I had made a point to not be quiet about it. Now I was still swamped and trying to figure out what to wear and what to do. Thong, G-string, no panties, shorts, skirt, arrrgh. Oh fuck this. I slipped on my slinky silk robe. It went down, almost to my knees. I was going to try and seduce my Dad, no point in being subtle. He was sitting in the living room wearing the same light shorts and a tee. It was sort of his summer uniform. He did a little double take when I walked in and sat down across from him on the couch. I sat and then rotated so my legs were up on it. In the process one of my tits practically fell out and a lot of leg came out to play. I settled, re-fixed everything and we talked. After a few minutes of Dad trying to visually open my robe I knew it was time. I had to find out. "So Dad. John had a business trip a week or so ago." I saw him go a little pale. "Well, when he got back he showed me that I'd made a little mistake." Dad's face was a stone mask. He looked scared. "You see, John and I like to have fun, sex fun. So, when he has to travel I send him, well, sexy E-mails and I usually include little videos. John showed me that I had accidently sent mine to another person. But he hadn't said anything." Now, while telling this, I was letting my leg sort of slide off the cushions of the couch while the other stayed up. The effect was obvious, more and more of my leg was slowly being presented to my Dad's eyes. I also shifted once, to get comfortable, which resulted in the robe gaping open giving a very clear view of one of my breasts, the nipple of which was huge and rock hard. I saw Dad's shorts twitch and grow. So far, so good. Time to wade in. "So Dad, did you get my mail for John?" There was a silence. I think he expected me to just continue. Finally, in a small voice I heard, "ummm yes, I did." I moved again. Now I'm sure he can see practically up to my pussy. The bulge is much bigger now. "Well, did you open the mail?" Another long pause. He had to know I wasn't mad. "Yes, I did." Now a change of course. "Well, Dad I'm a bit embarrassed. I kinda bared my soul in that note. I let out a secret. I hope I haven't hurt our relationship." Now my leg was all the way down and I know he can see my pussy. He smiled. "No baby, not at all, I understand." "Thank's Dad, oh and did you happen to open the attachment?" He was leaning forward, trying to get a better look at my pussy. "Yes, Jean, I did." His breath was almost a pant. Time to give it the ultimate test. I sat up. Dad flinched, a look of fear crossing his face. Had I trapped him? Was I going to storm out, tell mom? I looked into his eyes and crooked a finger. "Come over here." He paused, concerned that when he got up his rock hard cock would be obvious. "I know you have a boner Dad and I know why." With that I flipped the knot on the robe and shrugged it off my shoulders. "Do I look better in person?" He smiled. "Yeah, baby, you sure do." "Good, now stand up and come over here." My father stood, a bit surer of where this was going, but still just a little apprehensive. It looked like his cock was pointed up. Oh, I was going to enjoy this. He stood in front of me, his bulging cock about a foot away from my face. I reached out and ran my hands along the outside of his legs, from his knees up to his belt line, over the shorts. His breath quickened. My voice dropped an octave. "Now, Dad, if you have any reservations you better say something right now because I intend to pull your shorts off, drop your briefs and suck my father's cock till he cums in my mouth." He gasped. My hands slowly moved to the button at his waist. "I know you won't last long Dad, I don't care. You'll last longer when you fuck me. Oh yeah, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me all night long. That's why I came early." I gently undid the button. I could see Dad's stomach moving in and out as his breath went deeper. He whispered a one word question. "John?" I gently grasped the tab of the zipper and slowly pulled it down over the rock hard lump. "He knows, Dad, he knows it all. In fact, he wants to watch sometime." I looked up and Dads face was slightly confused. I smiled as I gently slid his shorts down his trim hard legs. "Pick up your foot." He picked one and then the other foot up and I tossed the shorts aside. Now I was looking at his white briefs with a lovely bulge topped by an expanding wet spot. I smiled up at him and reached for the elastic. "Oh, you don't think this is a onetime thing, do you? Oh Dad, I know mom hasn't been treating you right. We're gonna do this again, with John. This is only the beginning. Take your shirt off." He quickly shucked his shirt and I grasped the elastic waist band of his briefs and pulled them out over his dick and slid them down his legs. He was quivering. His cock looked so much better in person. He was cut, seven inches at least, and nice and thick. As he stood naked with his oldest daughter, I caressed his upper thighs and lower belly, trying to avoid his cock. I was sure he'd go off. "I'm going to suck your cock Dad. Don't hold out and don't hold back and don't warn me. I want you to cum fast and hard. I want my dad to shoot his hot cum right in my mouth." He sighed deeply as my left hand gently cupped his tight ball sack. My eyes met his. "You ready?" He nodded. "What do you want?" He smiled. "I want my daughter to suck my dick till I cum hard in her hot little mouth." My right hand gently grasped the base of his cock as I put my open mouth around him. He smelled of soap and a slight man scent. My pussy was swimming. Then looking straight up and into his eyes, I closed my lips around him and caressed his cock head with my tongue. I was in heaven. His knees buckled and I followed him down as he sat and leaned back in the chair. I pulled back and began a steady, very sloppy blowjob. He lasted about three strokes. "OHHHHHH FUUUUCCKKKK OHHHHH JEEEAAAANNNN SHIIIIIIITTTTTTT! ARRRGGGGHHHHH!" I felt his balls tighten and then the delicious feel of his cum rocketing out and hitting the back of my mouth. One, two, three hard bolts of cum and I kept pleasuring his dick till he twitched. Then I let him go, took a deep breath and swallowed my gift from my father. I sat back on my heels and smiled. He was gasping, but very happy. "Sorry I was so fast baby. That was amazing." Hacking into Dad's Pants I gently wiped the excess saliva off my face. "I knew it would be Dad. That's fine. We have all night." The baby began to cry in the other room. I was lying on his bed. We were both still naked. The baby was lying on my chest and he was gentle today. His tiny lips caressed my nipple as he fed. The feeling went right down to my pussy. Dad just sat next to me and watched. I had a better idea. "Dad, did you know that when a baby nurses, it can be just like having your lover suck on your nipples?" He smiled. "I'd heard that. But sometimes they bite too hard, right?" I shifted a little and spread my legs. "Not today. It's like you're sucking on my nips. It's going right to my pussy, see?" He looked at my center. My lips were gaping and a steady flow of milky fluid ran out. "Wow! Now that's wet! So, you want me to suck your nipples baby?" "No, Dad, lick my pussy, eat your daughter till she cums all over your face." I took Dad seconds to slip off the bed and drag me over to the edge. He knelt down and slipped my legs over his shoulders. Slowly he kissed his way from my knees up towards my leaking sex. "You are such a tease!" I moaned. "I want to savor the first time I eat my daughter's pussy, be patient." I felt his hot breath on my soaked lips. "OHHHHHHHHH DADDDYYYYY!" He pressed his mouth against my sex and snaked his tongue inside me. I came, just a small one. I switched the baby to my other nipple. Dad's tongue was up on my clit now and he had a finger deep inside me, crooked up. "OHHHHFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK DAD! OHHHTHAT'S THE SPOT! DO NOT FUCKING STOP!" We'd been at this for five minutes or so already. His tongue was hard on my clit, alternately licking and biting. The tip of his finger was right on my G-spot. The baby had stopped feeding and gone to sleep. I gently moved him off of me and took my father's head in my hands. I needed to cum, hard. "That's it! OH FUCK! Eat me! Lick your girls pussy! OH FUCK make me cum!" I was climbing the mountain. The juice was pouring out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass. Such bliss! Then he did it. His other hand moved up and a finger began massaging my dripping dew into my ass hole. "OH NO! NO!" But he knew I didn't mean that. Gently he spread my natural lube all over my little hole, he took his finger and plunged it in with the other. I was bucking into his face. "OHHHSHHHIITT! MORE! I felt the finger back at my back door. Then he stopped. His mouth was warm, pressed against my sex. His one finger was still deep in my soaked tunnel, the other just pressing my now soaked butt hole. Then I knew. "OH SHIIT! DO IT! DO IT! MAKE YOUR DAUGHTER CUM DAD!" He did. He rammed one finger up my ass as he bit my clit and crooked his finger deep in my pussy and pressed up. I nearly passed out and a fucking flood came out of my pussy. I was quaking with lust. Wave after wave flowed over me as I lay, being serviced by my father. He sensed when I was done and gently disengaged. I was covered in sweat and panting like I'd just done ten flights of stairs and I was soooo happy. He was smiling at me, his cock was hard again. "Thank you Dad, that was amazing." He just smiled. But then he got a look. "Jean, how did you know? I mean KNOW? You took quite a chance." I thought about creating a lie, after all I had invaded his privacy, but then I felt since we had crossed the line I needed to be honest. So I told him the whole story. He thought for a second. "You know, you made an assumption, you could have been wrong, I might not have wanted you to know that you turned me on." I snuggled up to him and began gently stroking his cock. I loved the feel of the softness on top and the hardness underneath. His breath started getting deeper. "True Dad, but I knew you thought about it, you got up once while we were on Skype and I saw the bulge. I figured, worst case, we have a deep father daughter chat and life goes on. We're adults. Are you glad I took that chance?" He lay back on the pillows and watched my hand pleasure him. "Very glad, Jean. I guess you know your mom has been too busy for me. You've been peeking on my computer so you know what turns me on and how often I'm jacking off. Thank you. I never would have made the first move, never." I stopped stroking him. I lay back down, feeling the soaked sheet underneath me. I spread my legs wide, letting my shaved slit bathe in the air. "Dad, do you know what your daughter needs, right now?" He was propped on one elbow, devouring me with his eyes. "No, my girl, what?" "I need to make my Dad happy, like his wife used to, but better. I need Dad to tell me what position he wants to fuck me in the first time. There's going to be many more, but the first time is for you Dad. How do you want your daughter?" Dad rolled over me and I wrapped my legs around his hard thighs. "Just like this Jean, so I can look deep into my daughter's eyes as I enter you for the first of many times." Oh, he is so good! I have no idea what is wrong with my mother, but now, I hope she never sees the light. His hands wrapped under my shoulders as he settled in. I felt the head of his cock just parting my lips. Oh this was going to be good. He smiled, his blue eyes locked on mine. "You ready?" I was squirming, trying to get his boner in me further, he knew, he was playing with me, I loved it. "Oh dad, I am so ready for you to fuck your daughter." Gently, he slid his prick into my vagina. It was glorious. As it slid in, I felt it filling me, knowing soon he'd be driving in and out, making me cum over and over. As his dick filled me his face moved closer. As his cock hit my cervix his lips hit my open mouth. We kissed for the first time, deep and hard as he pulled his cock back out until only the fat head sat at my entrance. Oh did he know how to fuck. He broke our kiss and paused at my entrance. I was gasping. "This one's for you Dad, any way you want it. Hard and fast, slow, whatever. Do me, I can take it, just do it now!" I wrapped my legs up high on his back and his arms tightened. Then he rammed me, hard and it began. I was being fucked by my Dad, and fucked hard. There was a lot of frustration in his pounding; Frustration with my Mom and frustration with his desire for me. He needed to vent, I needed to get laid. His strong pelvis collided with mine. I felt the fluid pouring out of me. He was talking, panting, I loved it. "Oh fuck Jean, this is so good baby! Thank you, thank you! OH FUCK IT"S GOOD! Cum for me baby, cum all over me." And I did. "OHHHHHDAAAADDD SHIIITT! Cumming! UNNNGGGHHHHH!!!!! OOOFFFFF! YEEES!" Oh the wave as my dad's dick filled me over and over. I came again, then a few minutes later, another wave. I clamped to the old man and just rode it. After ten minutes I was sore and I could tell he was close. "Come on Dad, Cum in me! Fill your girls pussy up! I WANT YOUR CUM!" That did it. He hit me hard and froze, groaning deeply, I swear I felt it shooting out of his cock and filling me. He just lay over me, gasping, his sweat dripping onto my body. I was still quivering from my last orgasm. I smiled up at him. "Thanks for making my fantasy come true." He slowly slid his softening prick out of my drenched channel and rolled off of me. "Ditto" Was all he said. Then I heard it. Clapping, soft clapping. I looked over and John was standing there. His pants were around his feet and his cock was still dripping. I leaned on my side. "Guess you liked the show?" He idly toyed with his soft cock. "Oh fuck yeah, can't wait for the audience participation part of the show." Dad, laughed. "Ha! That might take a few minutes." John smiled. "You've got all night. You keep her, I'll be back in the morning. Love ya babe!" We didn't get a lot of sleep. John came back in the morning and we did our first three way, which I might tell you about someday. We, or just I, get together with Dad when we can. It was all great until I stopped by his house, unannounced and found two people in their bed in a 69. One was my Aunt Jane, the other, was Mom. But that's another tale too. I have no personal experience with incest. I'd love to hear the real side. If you have experience with consensual incest, drop me an email. I'd love to know how it really happens. Don't forget to vote!