EroticReverie

Isla

We spend the day with all of relatives. Exchanging gifts and I watch everyone fawn over my husband. I get my stomach touched too many times and force polite smiles each time. I wasn’t even showing her but it doesn’t stop every woman in my family from rubbing my belly when they learn I’m pregnant. 

I steal glances at my father, and he hides it well enough for everyone else not to notice, but I see the way his face changes each time I’m congratulated on my pregnancy. He’s jealous. And it shouldn’t satisfy me as much as it does, to know he still considers me his even though I’m married. 

An ongoing affair with my own father wasn’t a plausible reality. No matter how much I’m secretly in love with him. He agreed. He didn’t like it, and I didn’t either but we both knew there was no fucking way we could actually be together. No matter how good we were at keeping it a secret that he’d been the first man to ever touch me. That he was the only man to touch me for several years. I didn’t date at all during my teenage years, because I wasn’t allowed.  My mother told my father he was being ridiculous when he told me “absolutely not” when I’d told them over dinner a boy had asked me out. My mother always assumed it was just my dad being an over protective father, not wanting his little girl to be corrupted by a teenage boys one track mind. She had no idea it was because my father’s one track mind with me. 

It’s late and Chris is drunk and so is my mother. They’re both in bed asleep, as I sit downstairs with my father , in a night slip too short, and too see through for a normal woman to wear around her own father. But we weren’t normal. We never had been. Maybe at the beginning we had been. I’m not even sure when my father truly started seeing me as more than his daughter. Maybe it was always. Maybe he had planned on always having a daughter just so he could be as close to me as he was. 

I know I’m supposed to be disgusted by the way my father loved me. I would never condone another father doing what mine did with me. But we were different. And i justified the things that would have landed him in jail had I ever told anyone.  But I didn’t. I’ve always been daddy’s girl. I liked being daddy’s girl. And I liked the things he did with me.

We lay on the couch , my back to him, his arm around me, we watch the tv , the volume low , his hand on my breast , touching is casually like he always used to. The same way he did while training my body to consider this normal for a father and daughter. His thumb caresses my hard nipple through the see through fabric as his hard cock pushes against my ass when he shifts and slides his hand to my shoulder. 

I close  eyes as I feel him toy the thin strap on my shoulder. His head moving. His lips pressing to the ball of my shoulder after he draws the strap over it and onto my upper arm. 

His hand slides the strap down further and I lift my arm out of it. His hand pushing down the one side of the fabric from my breast and slides his hand over my skin and squeezes it gently,  my ass pushes back softly on reflex. My back arching as I push my breast into his hand. 

He’s right. Once a year is not enough. I miss this, miss him. 

“Daddy” I whisper. 

“Shhh” he whispers and keeps kissing my shoulder and up to my neck as he rolls my hard nipple in his fingers. I try to think of how many times he’s had my nipple between his fingers, pinching it softly. Too many to count. 

“You’ve always had daddy’s favorite nipples, so sensitive” he whispers and I whimper as she speaks quietly in my ear. 

“You always loved it though, daddy playing with them, didn’t you baby girl?” He whispers as my pussy soaks itself between my legs and I nod. 

“I always loved kissing them for you…didn’t I?” He asks and I moan and nod again. 

“Yes daddy” I whisper and he hums and pinches my nipple softly. Tugs it just a little and then grinds into my ass slowly. 

“And you loved them kissed, so much, I’ll never forget you waking up with my mouth sucking your pretty nipple, the other one already so wet from daddy’s mouth licking it, and how you just watched , didn’t make a peep, just let me keep sucking these gorgeous nipples” He whispers. 

“How you let me spread your legs , and lick your pussy” he whispers. 

I moan and my ass pushes back harder against his lap. 

“My tongue…pushing into you…your nervous little whimpers when you felt daddy’s tongue inside you” he groans softly and then moves his hand and pushes the front of his boxers down and I lift my leg and he groans as he slides his dick back and forth over my pussy and then pushes his dick into me slowly. I exhale with relief, my pussy gripping onto him. 

“Your pussy knows when it’s daddy’s dick inside you, doesn’t it baby?” He whispers and I nod with a little moan. 

“Your body knows who it belongs to , it’s always known , hasn’t it?” He whispers and slips deeper and I moan out a bit too loud. 

“Shhhh, be a good girl, stay quiet, nice and quiet so your mother doesn’t wake up” he says. Not mentioning my

Husband, but I know it’s because he’s pretending it’s the first time he made love to me, or one of the many other countless times he made love to me in my bed with my mother asleep in the other room. 

“That’s such a wet little pussy Isla” he whispers as he holds my leg up slightly while he thrusts slowly into me and draws himself back out 

“You get so wet for daddy. Don’t you baby?” He whispers and I nod and whimper as I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly as he sinks in deeper, slowly, filling me with every inch that fits comfortably inside of me. 

“Even now, I don’t fit all the way inside you baby, even now daddy’s dick is just too big for his daughter’s cunt” he whispers and I moan and clench on his cock. 

“But you take it so good , don’t you Isla? You let that daddy dick fill you up everytime , don’t you honey?” He whispers and I nod as I try to control myself. My ass pushing back and he groans and slides out and back in. 

“You’ve always fit so good on it baby, even when you were just a virgin, taking my cock for the first time” he whispers as I pant. 

“You took it so good baby, let daddy get his dick all wet in that horny pussy, didn’t you baby?” He asks and I nod as I moan. 

“You needed it didn’t you Isla? That pussy needed daddy’s dick, hmm?” He hums and I nod as I pant and he thrusts a little faster. 

“It still needs it, doesn’t it baby girl? It’ll always need it , won’t it?”

“Yes daddy” I moan and he groans. 

“We’re gonna start making love again, often, you bring this pussy to daddy when it needs him, we don’t wait a year anymore, no more denying ourselves what we both need baby, okay?” He asks and I nod. 

“Good girl , now turn around and face daddy so he can kiss you while he makes love to you” he whispers. 

I’m turned around his boxers are pushed off now, my leg over his hip as he slides back into me with his mouth on mine. I’m moaning louder, the sounds muffled only slightly against his mouth. Panting as my hips rock into his. We move slowly, unhurried. Making love to each other like I’m not married and he’s not my father. 

“How’s that feel baby, hmm, is daddy’s dick making that pussy feel good?” He whispers and I nod. 

“So good daddy” I breathe against his mouth.

“I love how wet you get for me baby, you love that dick in your pussy so much, you’ve always loved daddy’s dick in your pussy” he pants and I moan and we shift and then I’m ontop of him. Riding him slowly as I lean down and kiss him. His hands on my ass and under the short night slip , grabbing my ass as he thrusts up into me. Meeting my own pace and movements to get deeper inside me. 

Our paces kicks up, faster and faster along with our breathing and then I’m sitting up. Pulling off my night slip and tossing it to the floor. Naked in the family room, riding my father’s cock while my mother and my husband are asleep upstairs. It’s not Christopher’s fault, he’s great in bed, I’m not unsatisfied sexually in our relationship. But no matter what, he’ll never be able to make me

Feel the way I do when I’m with my father. 

“Good girl, make love to me baby, make love to daddy’s dick” my father groans and I’m moaning too loud but he doesn’t shush me and I don’t shush him when he groans too loud. 

His hand go to my breasts and holds them as they bounce while I ride him harder. The louder slaps of skin on skin filling the room and the sounds just makes me even more wet. Even more needy. 

“That’s my baby, there you are baby, there’s my girl” he groans as I throw my head back and cum on his cock. A tiny cry falling from my lips as I hold back the scream of pleasure I really want to let go. 

He grunts and keeps thrusting as I lose my pace. Unable to ride him as I cum. Just grinding on his cock as I pant and then look down at him and he grins. 

“Beautiful girl, mmmm, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum baby, you’ve always cum

So hard for daddy” 

He sits up and keeps me on his lap and leans back as I pant and grab the back of the couch as I grind on his cock as I whimper. His hands pushing my tits up and I shift myself a little higher as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. Her groans as my nipple keeps bouncing out of his mouth and grabs my ass as his mouth chases my bouncing tits. His head going side to side. Tongue thrashing against my nipples as they bounce against his tongue and my pussy spasms as I cum again and cry out way too loud. Unable to stop myself as he bites hard on my nipple and then throws me down onto the couch and fucks me. 

“Daddy” I cry as he throws my legs over

His shoulders and pounds deep into me. Fucking me hard and making the couch creek slightly. Fucking me so hard that the couches shifts on the floor with each thrust.

“It’s your pussy daddy” I cry “it’s your pussy, it’s your pussy” 

He grunts and I know he wants to cum. Needs to. 

“It’s always been your pussy, you made it daddy, it’s yours, it’s yours” 

My father grunts. His hips jerking as his cum floods my pussy. Panting and groaning as he fucks his cum into me, grunting even louder as he keeps going and I moan too loud again when I realize he’s going to keep going. 

“Yes daddy, fuck me, fuck me” I cry and he leans down. Kissing me as he growls and his cock pierces deep inside of me. 

“Your daddy’s fucking girl” he groans. 

“I’m daddy’s girl” I whimper and my legs fall from his shoulders and go around him instead and my hands grab his hips as I buck up into him. 

“I’m daddy’s girl” I moan as I fuck him back. “I’m daddy girl” I repeat. “I’m daddy’s fucking girl” I cry as I cum again. 

“Good girl Isla, good girl baby, cum on it honey, cum on daddy’s dick”