My family was out west on a family vacation, we were a few days into the trip when this happened.

We had been driving for upwards of 5 hours at this point, our whole family was tired, with me and my dad sitting in the front because my mom wanted to take a nap in the backseat.

The last 30 minute leg of the ride to the hotel me and my dad were just talking. We were talking about dirty stories of things we’d done before but yet the conversation still felt light and harmless.

Once we got to the hotel, we unloaded everything from the car and brought it up to the hotel room. Once everything was set, me and my father went down to the fire pit and cuddled up with a blanket.

It was just the two of us down there, sitting in silence, when I decided to talk about what was in my mind, “dad, I was wondering, did you feel uncomfortable the way we were talking in the car?” I asked, timidly.

“Not at all sweetie, I like that you can be open with me about things like this, most daughters don’t have that connection” he replied, sweetly.

“Thank you dad, I really do feel comfortable talking to you” I said, my worries relieved.

I couldn’t control what happened next, it was like my body was moving on its own, subconsciously, as I leaned to give my dad a kiss on the lips.

He looked at me, smiled, and then leaned in to continue the kiss. Despite my unintentional kiss with him, he felt so nice on my lips, so when he kissed me back, I held my lips against his.

As we made out, I rubbed my hand across his chest seductively, hoping he would reciprocate, but he pulls away and look at me, “honey, are you comfortable with this?” He says, concerned for me.

“Yes dad, I really want this” I say, looking into his eyes lustfully, “can we go up to the room?”

“Honey, your mom is up there, so that’s no good. We could go to the car if you’d like?” He suggests.

My eyes light up, the taboo thoughts racing through my mind as I hastily agree. The two of us walk calmly through the main lobby to our car, my heart pounding in my chest with excitement.

We get into the car and lay down on the seat my mom was resting in not two hours ago, the two of us playfully undressing each other while kissing each others bodies.

He pulls my pants down and starts to eat me out, his tongue swirling around inside me, his decades of experience fare far better than the younger men I’ve had sex with.

I feel my legs shaking and squeezing his head in between my thighs as wet juices pour from my vagina, I haven’t had anyone make me feel this way before.

After that, he lifts himself up, pulling out his cock and running across the inner half of my leg, tickling me. He then inserts himself in me, letting out an adorable moan as he fits himself in.

He didn’t have a gigantic cock, but he pleased me so well, the way he moved in and out of me, playing with the rest of my body, sweetly talking me through our filthy act, made me feel so cared for.

I hold the sides of his abdomen as he thrusts in and out of me, the claps from our bodies together bouncing off the walls of the car, I’m not even able to think straight.

His hands run up and down my side, all across my chest, playfully squeezing my boobs them sweetly holding my face as he leans in, “baby, I’m about to finish” he says softly, barely a whisper.

Before I can even say anything, he pulls himself out of me as he ejaculates, his seed shooting up towards the roof of the car and landing on my chest and stomach. For an older man, he had so much built up semen.

With the both of us being out of breath, he lays on top of me, my arms wrapped around him as his nut slides between our bodies. I try to look out the window but it’s drenched in moisture, making it impossible to see.

We sneak back inside the hotel room, and hop into the shower together to scrub his love juice off of our tired bodies. We dry off and get into our separate beds and I fall asleep, dreaming of the evening we just had.