How I become daddy’s lover…

“I think, your dick is not small, Dad…”

“Huh!..”

Breakfast was over and we were washing dishes side by side at the sink. While I turning the plate under the water and leaving it on the counter;

”Mom is wrong… your dick is not small…”.

He hesitated a little to turn the words in his mind into a meaningful sentence.

“Five’n half inches doesn’t count as big, Kate…” he muttered with embarrassed…

“Mom watches a lot of porn, dad… it’s not fair for a wife to compare her husband to porn stars…”

“I don’t know, honey… don’t think more about its…”

Am I right? We all watch fantasy movies, but they are film tricks, photomontage… No one tries to fly or shoot lasers out of their eyes, after watching a movie. But ninety percent of the men in the world are unhappy because of those guys in porn.

“I think this is also to discriminate… This is a mobbing too, for men with normal dicks…”

“Hmm… Do you think so…”

The dishes were finished, we dried our hands with a towel and went into the living room. My dad turned on the TV and started to watch the salesman who was talking about a garden shears that we would never use as if it was the most important deficiency in our lives.

“Look at that Kate, it can even cut wood..!”

We don’t have a wood that we have to cut, Dad!

“After my mother, don’t you want you’ll try your luck with other women?”

He didn’t answer. After my parent divorced, silence was the sole ruler of our house.

It was as if the movie had already ended, the text was flowing and we were the last people in the theater who couldn’t accept that the movie was over after everyone else had left. He was a father staring at the end of his marriage and I was his daughter who didn’t know how to bring it back to life.

My dad is fifty and a very good man. More compassionate, kinder, more thoughtful than anyone I’ve ever known. But when my mom left us, she shattered his self-confidence. I’m sorry Daniel, but I can’t spend my life with your little sausage… Your dick is gentle too, just like you… But my pussy wants to be pounded by a big cock… I want to be fucked by a cock that pushes its way inside me, that swells my womb… I want to fucking with real men, not the big dildos in my drawer… I want a bad guys who spank my ass with rough hands, kneads my tits, bruises my flesh, hurts me, makes me cry and beg… Do you understand Daniel, don’t cry, answer me…!

No woman should say such words to any man… How can a man continue his life after hearing such things from his beloved wife?

I’m Kate… Don’t let what I have told you fool you, I am not the one who is fed up with life. I was never upset because my mom went after that big-dicked bastard. She was not a good mother anyway. She was selfish, irresponsible, thoughtless. In fact, she was so dishonorable that she would even flirt with my dad’s workmates. She was not worthy of my dad. My handsome, honest, respectable, wonderful dad deserved a much better woman than her. No, I’m not talk about myself. I’m not one of those pervert-Incest girls who are eager to suck their daddy’s dick. Of course, my dad is not a lowly person enough to fuck his own daughter. He is an extremely well-educated, honorable man…

There was an accident last month… well, we accidentally made love… But it wasn’t what you think…! My dad was crying in his room, he was very drunk… when I went into his room to check on him, he thought I was his wife… he hugged me and said, Ashley, I’m so sorry… Ashley is my mother’s name… I wanted to comfort him, I sat on his lap and kissed the salty tear on his cheek, I said, don’t be sad Daniel… I thought he would realize that I wasn’t my mom as he hugged me around the waist and caressed my small tits. My mom’s boobs are very bigger than mine… But as I said, he was very very drunk… He mumbled, Ashley, I miss you so much, my lovely wife… and started to kiss and caress me… This unhappy man just needed some love, who could give it to him better than his daughter..? So, I kissed and caressed him… It was a nice feeling… It was just a little different than a dad-dau hug…

As we caressed each other with soft touches, I saw his pj stir… The little worm my mom despised was waking up… My dad took off his pj and I said hello to his dick that he had been offended at for a long time… While I bit one finger and looked at it, I thought, it wasn’t small at all. A normal man dick… I didn’t understand what my mom was making a fuss about…

I opened my legs wide, grabbed my dad’s ass with my small hands and pulled him towards me while whispering, “Ohh Daniel… Fuck me hubby, fuck me love…” I wanted him inside me… If I say goodbye, my Virginity, it had to be with my daddy’s gentle cock… I knew he’ll never hurt me…

“Ohh Ashley…” he cried with joy as he called me by my mom’s name and entered in me.

I didn’t know how we made love that night, how that fire burned us both, why those stars came into the room and when that song started playing… We were two lonely souls, we were lost but now we had found each other… We had become one body… Every pleasure he felt made my skin tremble, every my cell he touched came alive with him and our mouths shared the same breath… Can you call this fucking? No… It wasn’t our bodies that came together there, it was our innocent souls…

I went into bed as a girl and came out as a woman, but there was no regret inside me. He was my dad, of course I loved him. Every girl wants to see her father as a confident man, is that wrong?

But… The next day, my dad realized what he had done…

He didn’t know what to feel, what to think, what to say… Guilt descended on him like a nightmare. I left him alone to process the shock. I would keep quiet until he talked about it…

I understand him, he thought he had made an irreparable mistake and he hated himself… What did you do, Daniel! You fucked your own daughter! You stole her innocence, you son of a bitch, how did you do it! You are a terrible father!

Every father is in love with his daughter, that’s true, but it’s very difficult for a dad to fuck his dau. No, it’s not because of the moral barrier that society has forbidden and declared taboo… What I’m talking about is a daughter’s trust in her father…

Daughters trust their fathers infinitely. Fathers are the men who silence thunder and stop lightning so their daughters won’t be afraid. He is the man you sleep under his jacket. He is the man who carries you to bed when you fall asleep on the way home. He is the man who picks up the snot from your nose without feeling disgusted. He is the man who patiently listens to your most absurd questions and gives you smart answers. He is the man who gives you the first advice of your life, when you tearfully tell him that the cute boy at school pulled another girl’s hair. Men are not to be trusted.

And now my dad thought he had lost my trust in him…

Our silence lasted a long time. Since that night when we made love last month, we would end our days with short words without looking at each other’s faces and retreat to our rooms. While I was a heroic princess in the world of online games and fighting dragons, my mind was always on him. I was sure he wasn’t sleeping… Maybe he was thinking of me and he still thought he had defiled his daughter.

Girls who are abused by their fathers blame themselves, think they are provoking men by dressing indecently and they become insociable.

But I wasn’t like that. After that wonderful night of make love with my dad, I was completely liberated. I was walking around the house in clothes that didn’t hide my body, and I would get close to him and lie on his lap while he was watching TV on the couch. I wanted him to know that there were no problems between us.

Look dad, I’m still your cheerful dau. I don’t shy your hands touch me. I know you can see my tits through the collar of my loose T-shirt. Don’t look away, I like it when you watch me. When we’re washing dishes side by side in the kitchen, our bodies are touching and you’re aroused. I see your erection in your shorts. I bend over and bump my ass against your hard cock as if I’m going to get something from the bottom drawer. You run away immediately. Don’t run away, please, daddy… I want to turn you on even more. Why do you think I’ve been buzzing around you like a bee all day?

We continued our cat-mouse game for weeks. It was never easy for a girl to seduce her father. It would have been easier if he wasn’t such a strict person. We both stayed home all day, since he worked home-office. So fire and gunpowder. I began to take cruel pleasure in doing things that turned him on.

My favorite piece of clothing was my dad’s old XXL t-shirt. I was sure that a small girl like me would look very pretty in that loose cotton. The hem barely touching my ass, the neck was wide enough that if I bent over a little, I could show my bare tits. The soft fabric had worn thin with time, and I knew that if I used the sunlight correctly, I would look like a naked fairy in transparent tulle. The last piece that would drive him crazy was a red thong. It was so tiny, it didn’t hide anything. I didn’t want it to anyway.

My head was spinning with the possibilities that sprouted in my mind as I watched the fuckable girl in the mirror. My face was burning, my cheeks were turning red. You are such a cunning slut Kate! You are going to drive your daddy crazy. I wonder what he is going to do when he sees that his daughter is so hot? If I were my dad I would fuck this naughty girl. My pussy tickled as I imagined climbing onto his lap and bouncing on his cock like a cowgirl. I giggled. Mmmhhh daddy, your daughter is ready for anything.

He was looking at the day’s stock market data on his laptop on desk. While he was immersed in the zigzag lines, I stood in front of him and I starting danced to the beat of the music on my headphones. My eyes were closed, but I knew he was watching me. With each swing of my arms, the strap of my T-shirt would fall off my shoulder, revealing my small tits.