Weekends With Dad Ch. 2

CHAPTER TWO

I lay on the bed like a gift to my loving father. Naked young skin wrapped in a fluffy white towel, hair cool and damp, pussy warm and wet.

Dad sat on the bed beside me, wearing only a matching towel around his waist. His left hand supported his weight on the mattress as his right hand gently stroked my cheek.

As I gazed at his body I wondered why I hadn’t noticed earlier. His tanned skin, nearly hairless chest, muscles well-defined from years of dedicated workouts.

But as my eyes lifted to his face, I saw it etched with remorse and shame.

“Daddy… please don’t be upset,” I urged him. I tried to keep my voice relaxed and soothing to calm his jangled nerves. But he was surely wracked with guilt. After all, the last 20 minutes saw his life turn upside down. He got caught masturbating by his daughter, committed incest with her and unloaded his sperm all over her face.

He probably envisioned a smug anchor from a competing television station. My father’s mug shot was over his shoulder as he breathlessly told his viewers about the veteran broadcaster arrested for molesting his teenaged daughter.

“Jessica, I… we…”

“Snap out of it, Dad!” I hissed. Sitting up next to him, I looked my father in the eye and told him the entire story of the past month. How I accidentally caught him in the shower, found myself incredibly turned on and made it my mission to seduce him.

“I’m not a child or a virgin anymore. But I’m not a slut either. And I don’t have some psycho ‘daddy’ fetish. I love you very much, and want to please you. I obviously did.”

Dad and I shared a smirk at that last comment, but he wasn’t finished fighting his urges. Somehow that resistance made me desire him even more.

“But I am your father for God’s sake,” he argued, “and I should have stopped you. I should have controlled myself.”

“What just happened,” I told him firmly, “is exactly what I wanted to happen. At least so far. I hope a lot more happens.”

I leaned into my father, planting several soft kisses on his lips. He was still a bit stiff, but eventually returned my embrace. Emboldened, I kissed more forcefully, more like a lover would. Gradually his lips softened and opened, and our tongues met.

I draped my arms over his shoulders while my tongue explored his mouth. I felt the towel loosen and drop to expose my tits. The cool air reached my still-damp skin and hardened my nipples. Then as Dad broke our embrace and leaned back, I realized that he had pulled the towel open.

I could almost feel the heat from his lusty gaze as his eyes traveled across my body. He tugged at the towel around my waist and I raised my hips, allowing him to remove it completely.

“You are so beautiful,” he slowly whispered. “You look so… perfect.” I beamed at the compliment and lay back on the bed to give him a full view of my body. I did not feel the least bit embarrassed or exposed. Being naked beneath my father felt… natural.

“It’s all for you, Daddy,” I purred. “Please touch me. I want your hands on me.”

His resistance gone, Dad bent down and kissed me with full, pent-up passion. His lips then worked their way across my face, nibbled my ear lobe and kissed their way down my neck. His right hand gently caressed the skin of my legs, belly and back. He wasn’t touching my breasts or pussy mound just yet.

My father was a patient lover, perhaps because he was fresh off a huge orgasm.