Mom Catches Dad Cheating with Me

“I think your father is cheating on me.”

I nearly spat my coffee across the table directly into my mother’s face. Pulling it together as quickly as I could, I coughed into my napkin before taking a swig of water. My mother and I were sitting at a downtown café, on one of our increasingly infrequent “girls’ outings”. We had never been especially close, and as I entered college and started my own life the distance between us had only grown. Even at the peak of our relationship I never would have expected her to bring something like this to me. Looking across the table I could see her elegantly lacquered nails toying with the edge of her cup. Her eyes were downcast, and she seemed genuinely dejected. Reaching across the table I put my hand on hers.

“Come on, Mom. I’m sure that’s not true. Dad loves you. What would make you say something like that?” I put on my best supportive friend face as I gave her room to speak. Honestly, I almost felt bad for her.

Mom let out a big sigh. “I don’t have anything concrete. Everything just feels off. It started a few months ago. Your father stopped paying as much attention to me. Then he started getting called off on all kinds of things at odd hours. Last minute business trips. Favors for friends. When he comes back from whatever he’s run off to do, he’ll bring me gifts, like he feels bad about something and wants to make it up to me. I did some digging online, and everyone says these are sure signs he’s having an affair. I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t have any proof, so I don’t have the confidence to confront him about it, but it’s eating me up inside.”

My mother finally looked up at me with pleading eyes. “What should I do, Kelsey?”

I took Mom’s hands firmly in my own while making eye contact. “I think you’re getting yourself worried over nothing. Dad’s just been super busy lately. Hell, I’ve needed to call him out to my dorm a couple times at weird hours to give me a hand with things. There’s no point in getting yourself all worked up over a situation that might not even exist. If you really feel that concerned, just talk with him about it. You’re both adults, I’m sure he’ll understand where you’re coming from.”

I smiled warmly at Mom. She returned my smile and seemed genuinely relieved. “You’re right. I’m probably being silly.”

I leaned back and took another sip of coffee as I felt my heart rate slowly return to normal.

***

I was, of course, lying to my mother. She’d hit the nail on the head. My father had been cheating on her for close to a year now. He was slipping out at every opportunity to rail his much younger, submissive mistress. And I was helping cover for him. Why would I do such a thing, you ask? Simple: the other woman in this situation was me.

My father and I started having sex shortly after my high school graduation. I was working over the summer at his consulting firm. And before anyone gets it twisted, let me be 100% clear: he didn’t groom me, and he’s not taking advantage of me. I seduced him. I’m damn proud of it, too. It took a ton of really hard work on my part. Months of planning, delicate execution, impeccable timing. Despite what online smut might tell you, getting a man to view his daughter not just as a woman but also as a sexual prospect is no easy task. And I knew I had to do it perfectly. My father is a good, decent man. If he’d figured out what I was up to before it started working he’d have put the kibosh on it and sent me away to get my head examined for even thinking about initiating an incestuous relationship.

But I fucking did it. From “accidental” wardrobe malfunctions to getting him used to increased physical contact, I was one patient bitch as I slowly, slooooooowwwwly broke down the barriers that normally stand between father and daughter. Finally, two weeks after I graduated high school it all came together.

He had a business trip. I convinced him to let me come along as part of my internship. I sold him on the idea that we could share a hotel room to save money. I called the hotel behind his back and switched our room from two doubles to one queen bed, then made it look like an accident when we checked in. I talked him down from making a fuss when he found out the reservation had changed. I told him it would be no big deal for us to share the bed. I wore my sexiest negligee once we went to lie down, and laughed it off when he tried to bring it up. By the time I ground my ass into him after we turned out the lights he was already rock hard. In the end, 15 minutes of cuddling was all it took to get him so horny he couldn’t think straight.

We fucked that whole night. I was no blushing virgin, but my father’s cock filled me in a way I didn’t know was possible. He’s not the biggest man I’ve ever been with, but he has nothing to be embarrassed about and it was like his shape was specifically designed to hit all of my most sensitive spots. Our first time I had to ride him, he was still a little hesitant and so I took the lead. But after watching me cum on his fuckstick it was like a switch flipped in his brain. Suddenly, he had my face buried in the sheets as he completely dominated me. The ease with which he scooped me up and manipulated my body to increase his pleasure is honestly the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. It was so much better than my fantasies. As he blasted his first load into my raw pussy I knew I would be his fucktoy for the rest of my life.

I guess he felt the same way. We never even talked about what had happened, or the change in our relationship. I was a little worried the next day. The longer he went without bringing it up the more concerned I was it would be a one-time “mistake”. Then, during the long drive home, as we sped down the empty moonlit highway, all my worries evaporated. One second Dad was commenting on upcoming weather for the week, the next he’d whipped his already hard cock out of his pants. He didn’t even say anything to me or ask my permission as he grabbed the back of my head and guided my face into his lap. I’d never given road head before but I’d be damned if I was going to let Daddy down.

After that Dad took me whenever he wanted. I was so fucking happy. That whole summer we were all over each other. Working together it was really easy for us to slip off for a quickie. He didn’t even need to say anything, he’d just give me a look and I knew I needed to head to his office and make my holes available. We slowed down after I went to college, but didn’t stop. I was less than an hour drive from where my parents lived, so Dad could get out to me pretty much whenever he wanted. A couple of times a week I’d get a text from him that he was outside, and I’d drop everything to go take care of him. Thank god I didn’t have a roommate.

Her situation was so much worse than my mother was imagining.

***

Now I know what you’re probably thinking, “What the hell is wrong with you, Kelsey!? Seducing your own father? Getting him to cheat on your mother? How could you do something like that?”

First of all, fuck you. Second, the answer should be fucking obvious: I did it because I love my father.

Sure, sure, everyone loves their father. But not like me. Ever since I can remember I’ve been in love with my father. I don’t think it’s that unusual for girls to have a phase where they have a crush on their dad. Hell, I watched a bunch of my friends go through it, too. I just never got over it. It’s not my fault, really. My dad is just too perfect. He’s kind but firm, supportive, determined, and unbelievably sexy. Do you know how hard it was living in the same house as him? Every time he walked out of the shower in nothing but a towel, flaunting his cumgutters and well-defined abs, I’d need to go back to my room and change my fucking panties. It was torture.

He was always so good to Mom, too, but she never treated him right. As I saw my friends’ parents interact, and even more so as I started dating for myself, I realized that. She’s not abusive or a huge bitch or anything. She’s just…not good enough. Not nearly good enough for him. She’s only average looking, makes way less money than he does, doesn’t really take care of the house, can’t keep a schedule to save her life. And I know she doesn’t put out the way he deserves.

Yes, I used to eavesdrop at their door. That’s how I know she’s a dead fish in bed. That’s how I know she rarely gives head, and when she does it’s mid. That’s how I know the dumb bitch won’t even do anal on his birthday. His fucking birthday! You’d think having a man way out of your league who underwrites your frivolous upper-middle-class lifestyle would leave a woman grateful enough to give up her backdoor on a special occasion. But no, Mom thinks that’s “degrading” and “gross”. Fucking prude. Honestly I think if it weren’t for me being born they would have divorced a long time ago.

So put yourself in my shoes. My father was the man of my fantasies. I wanted him so badly it fucking hurt. Mom wasn’t meeting his sexual needs. I knew I could do better for him, so I did do better for him.

Really, it’s Mom’s fault. If she’d been a better wife, I never would have been able to make it happen.

***

Obviously I warned Dad that Mom was onto his affair. We tried to be more circumspect in our liaisons. We established a hard rule that he would only come to visit me once a week, and only stay overnight once a month at most. This worked out pretty well. A couple of weeks later, Mom texted me to say that I should forget about the conversation we had. That it seemed like Dad had been having a busy period at work, but it was over now and she could see that she had been overreacting. Despite this, we tried to stay vigilant. We didn’t immediately bring our intimacy back up to the level it had been before Mom talked to me. We tried our best to play it safe.

Ironically enough, this would lead directly to Mom finding out about everything.

You see, while the amount of sex my father and I were actually having had gone down, the amount we wanted to be having hadn’t. We were holding ourselves back. I can’t speak directly for Dad, but I was horny pretty much 24/7. My body had gotten so used to him expertly taking care of it that it didn’t know what to do in his absence. My vibrators wouldn’t cut it anymore. I even had a few flings with guys at school (and lest anyone try and call me a slut, I got Dad’s permission beforehand; I wasn’t about to go running around behind his back). None of it worked.

When we did see each other the sexual tension was off the charts. We both tried to play it cool, but anytime I’d come home for dinner or to do my laundry or whatever I’d spend the whole time thinking about how much I wanted his cock. Dad would be visibly hard the entire time, too. Whenever Mom would scoot out to run an errand, Dad and I would immediately run up to my room to bang one out as fast as possible. It was the only thing keeping us sane. I think you can immediately see how this went wrong.

It happened on a Thursday. Mom was making shepherd’s pie, and since that was my favorite I decided to head over and join them. The meal itself went swimmingly. Besides the fact that I spent the whole time sopping wet for my father, it was an utterly mundane family meal. Then, within five minutes of it being done, Mom announced she needed to run out for something.

“The pharmacy closes in 15 minutes, and I need to pick up a pre***********ion.” She said suddenly, rising from the table and putting the dirty dishes in the sink. “Let me go grab that, then maybe we could watch a movie before you need to go back to school, Kelsey?”

I nodded absently at her, but as soon as she mentioned going out my father and I locked eyes like hungry animals. I sat at the table, foot tapping unrelentingly, as I waited for my mother to finally get out of the front door. No sooner had we heard the lock turn than my father and I were on our feet, colliding into each other with a desperate need. We stood making out in the dining room as we listened to Mom walk down the driveway, get in the car, turn on the ignition, and finally pull out.