My Dad Got Caught

== My Dad Got Caught – by LO ==

When I was sixteen, I was still a virgin, but I had already learned how to get myself off. I had
listened to the brazen talk of the other girls at school and learned many things. My little
fingers served me well. I never fell asleep at night before relieving the daily tensions with
my fingers deep inside my slippery pussy.

I had never seen an adult cock because I had no attraction to the immature, but horny, boys
at school, finding their interest in me undesirable. On the other, I began having incestuous
fantasies and started to wonder what my daddy would be like as a lover. I amused myself
with daydreams about how his cock might feel inside my hot pussy. I’d lie in my own bed at
night and estimate how big his cock was and hold up fingers to judge my estimates of its
size. I had heard about Oral Sex and tried to see how many fingers I could put in my mouth
comfortably, vicariously pretending I was sucking off my daddy. My forbidden thoughts
simulated me and soon I’d feel the tingling between my legs. Then I would finger myself
until a warm, girlish climax would spread out across my body.

At times, if I moved about the house quietly, I could see my father changing in his bedroom,
or walking back from the bathroom, carelessly covering only part of his body. The few
good looks only fueled my interest in him. I had yet to see the object of my desires.

I found one day where my mom kept her vibrator. When I was left home alone, I would strip
down and play with it, each time getting bolder as it increased my excitement. I had to
replace the batteries, fearing mom would notice they had run down. Then it happened. I
rammed it deep into my pussy one afternoon in a moment of careless enthusiasm. What
pain! When I pulled it out, it was stained crimson with my virginal blood. I was frightened
by my deed. Carefully, I rinsed off every trace of my lost maidenhead and put a pad in my
panties to absorb any last drops of blood.

I was sore for a few days. I knew full well what had happened, but decided that I was still a
virgin because no man had penetrated my pussy. Hard cocks became more prominent in
my thoughts, driving me to find out more about my dad’s body.

My mom left one weekend to visit her younger sister who was going to have a baby, but
had been ill, needing help with her other children. I would be alone with my dad to take
care of me for a week or two. One night soon after she left, something woke me up.
Feeling thirsty, I decided to get a drink in the bathroom. Silently padding past my parent’s
bedroom on my way back, I noticed some heavy breathing and a few moans. Thinking my
dad was sick, I gently eased the door open and looked inside. I saw my daddy sitting
naked on the bed with his cock in one of his hands. Even from where I was standing in the
shadow of the door, I could tell that his penis was even bigger than I had imagined. It had
an impressive size. Silently I stood in the doorway, watching him stroke it slowly and
rhythmically. I felt the familiar tingling between my legs.

I edged forward so that I could see him clearly, even if he would see me if he looked
around. I did not really worry that he would turn and see me because he was all too busy
moving his hand up and down his cock and had his eyes locked on the flickering screen of
his TV. I could see he was watching a dirty movie about sex, but I was not interested about
what was on the screen. I was interested in daddy’s big penis.

I inserted fingers into my tight, slippery little pussy. I was now rubbing myself toward the
ecstasy of a wonderful climax. My whole body shook as my tickling made my little clit erupt
in a thrilling climax. Not yet satisfied, I continued my rubbing for many minutes with my
other hand clamped over my mouth so that I would not moan too loud. Then I kind of lost my
balance and fell back against the wall, making an audible thump. My father suddenly
looked around, and there I was with my nightgown pulled up around my waist and my nearly bare
pussy exposed for him to see.

“Oh shit!,” I mumbled. I stood up and let my nightie drop down.

Daddy did not appear to be angry at all. He looked directly into my eyes, as if to read my
innermost thoughts.

“Come over here, sweetie,” he said.