I can’t get him out of my head. He’s so hot, his voice and how much he dadsplains to me turns me on too. I never used to feel this way, just love for my dad. But ever since I got a little older, just seeing him laugh or flirt with my mom sends tingles straight down to my pussy.

He’ll sleep shirtless, walk around in pants that barely hold his morning wood. He’ll adjust his long, thick cock in the kitchen as he gets coffee in the morning. I can see him practically palm it and get to watch it bounce around under his clothes. I lean over the kitchen island to squeeze my tits up, and give him a sneak of my cleavage. My pussy actually throbs when he looks at me now. I bite my lip by accident when he patronises me unknowingly ‘when you’re older, you’ll understand x’, ‘look, I’m your dad, listen to me’ etc.

I rub myself at night thinking about how he fucks. How my dad’s cock pulses and spurts his cum all over my mom; her back, her big tits, her face even. Or his hand in the shower. I’ll even listen outside the bathroom door to hear the wet sounds of his jacking, and the eventual grunt and groan when he can’t take it any longer. It the most addicting thing, and it makes me feel like such an icky daughter.

I love to thrust my fingers inside myself too, imagining it’s his fingers; they’re long and thin, but I just know he’d find my g-spot. He makes my mom moan like hell, and I can hear the pumping of his cock in her cunt at night even through the wall. I lie on the floor and fuck myself with my dildo, in doggy like I imagine they are in that same moment. I’ve even started timing up with their rhythm, whispering dirty talk like I would if my dad filled me up. The slick plapping and squelches, I wish they were mine. He makes me so wet, and he doesn’t even know it.

I see him smirk sometimes, or laugh like he knows something I don’t. He even lets me show my clothing hauls and sit on his lap. I love to rub my hands on his chest when we sit like that, and fidget like I’m just not comfy. Just to mimic how we’d fuck in a really subtle way. I want to kiss him, all sloppy, but loving too. Taste myself on his tongue after he’s let me ride his face in my parents’ bed. I want him so bad, it makes my pussy so needy I have to grind myself on the edge of couch cushions and the kitchen counter corners just to ease the tension. I’m really sneaky though, so I don’t think he’s ever caught on. :(