Gaped by Dad On a Road Trip
T. A. BEAU
Gaped by Dad On a Road Trip
T. A. BEAU
A Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story.
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WORD COUNT: 5000 words
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Dear diary,
I can’t stop thinking about last week when he bent me over and fucked me on the kitchen island. I didn’t expect that, really. We’d been joshing around, rough housing like we usually do. Breathing hard. Heaving bodies. He was towering over me, his flexed muscles wrapped around me. Washboard abs firm against my back ... I’d felt so small in his arms. I’m not sure what I was doing baiting him like that. Maybe something deep within me wanted some attention that day ... craved it.
And boy did I get it.
And when I felt his hard cock pressed up against my ass, I couldn’t stop rubbing myself against it. At first, he was stiff and uncertain. But gave in when he saw how into it I was. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I didn’t wonder what would happen if he’d pull away and called me a weird pervert. Because somehow, somewhere deep inside, I knew he felt the same way. I’d seen the stares, slow breathing, eyes blown wide with need. I’d noticed how he followed the length of my 5’1 frame when I bent over to pick something from the ground. His bobbing Adam’s apple when I’d accidentally flashed him. Was it accidental? At this point, I’m not sure. I’d found myself “accidentally” angling in very sexual positions this past few months. I wanted him to see what he could have if he just crossed the line. And on that day, I wanted him as much as he wanted me.