Dad in the Shower
I waited until I could hear the shower running, and right away, my heart skipped a beat and began to pound in my chest. Dad was taking a shower. I was naked under my robe, and I wondered if I had the nerve to just go ahead and do what I wanted to do. I moved down the upstairs hall very carefully and quietly. At the door to the bathroom, I stopped in hesitation, turned on and excited, yet, reluctant to go ahead with my devious little plan.
I had been living with my father for almost two years now. My parents, divorced, had fought over me in court time and again. I discovered that my mother was pretty much at fault about the thing, and she fed me lies about my father, discrediting him and everything he said and did. Then, I found out the truth about the matter, and seldom spoke with my mother.
Well, that’s all beside the point, except to say that she used the child support he was paying, not for ‘child support,’ but for booze and parties. Well, that’s enough about that.
I stood there for a little while, and got up my nerve. I tried the door knob, and it turned quietly, slowly. There was no squeaking as I opened the door and slipped quietly into the bathroom. Behind the fogged shower stall glass, I could make out the form of my naked father. I could tell he was rinsing shampoo out of his hair, by the way he was standing and by the fact that he was facing the shower spigot, the water spraying down on his head.
I had been noticing my father sometimes, walking around at night in his boxer shorts, and a couple of times, I had seen his pubic hair and some flesh through the slit in the front of it. That got me interested, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see. I began to fantasize, began to masturbate with images of his naked body in my head. And, this was the biggest fantasy I always had about my father, to walk into the bathroom and drop my robe, and step into the shower with him.
Then, I would simply smile and wash his back, his chest, and maybe, just maybe, slide some slippery soap all over his cock, feeling it get harder and harder.
Frightened, yet strengthened by my own almost perverted desire to see him naked, I dropped my robe on the floor of the bathroom and stood there naked, my pussy burning with desire, my nipples erect and seemingly tingling of their own accord.
I moved one step closer to the shower door, wondering what his reaction would be. I wondered if he would be angry, embarrassed, nervous, surprised, delighted — hell, there were a thousand possible reactions, I supposed.
I took a deep breath and reached out and slid the shower door open.
He quickly turned around, a surprised look on his face. His immediate reaction was to move his hands down to his cock, which I got a good look at. Long and hairy, with big balls, it was uncircumcised and fat.
Then he smiled and moved his hands away, and looked at my naked body.
His voice sounded deep and guttural. “Just in time to wash my back,” he said. “Come on in, and let’s save some water by showering together.” He turned around and let the spray of water hit him in the face and on top of his head.
I stepped into the shower and slid the door shut. Dad moved over and let some of the spray from the shower head hit me, and then, he turned a crank and put the shower spray through the hand- held little gadget. I used one in my shower to spray my nipples and my pussy; I guessed he never used his for sexual pleasure. I found it a wonderful masturbatory tool, myself.
He turned and sprayed my chest, running the spray across my nipples. Then, he handed it to me.
“My back, wash my back,” he said.
I aimed the spray at his back as he handed me the soap. I rubbed the scented bar of soap across his muscular back, and sprayed the foam off. I moved down to his round, lean ass cheeks, dotted with just a few hairs. It was a manly ass, and the feel and sight of it really turned me on, making my already wet pussy drip with desire.
Squatting, I moved my hand and the spray farther down his legs, running one of my hands between his legs, catching a feel of his hairy balls from behind. His balls were large and hairy, and the quick feel I got of them really turned me on. I could cum with just a touch, hell, almost without even touching myself.
I sprayed the soap off his legs and ass, and stood up.
“Turn around,” I said. My voice didn’t sound like mine; it sounded choked and throaty.
He turned around, and his fat dick was sticking straight out. I watched in amazement as it grew and throbbed. I looked at his face, and he was looking at my tits, at my pussy.
I turned the spray toward his cock, and took the soap and moved it to his balls. I began rubbing and soaping his dick, moving the spray away, handing the nozzle to him. I squatted, with his big, fat dick right in front of my face. I soap his heavy, hairy balls, and watched as his dick straightened up and pointed upward, higher and higher. I know that most of your male readers won’t understand this, but to me, that sight was beautiful. There is nothing more exciting than a dick —any dick — hairy and erect. I took the nozzle from him and sprayed his now fully erect cock, washing away all the soap from his dick and his balls.
“Now it’s my turn,” he suddenly said.
I stood, though I didn’t want to. I wanted to put my tongue on his balls, and lick them, and suck on that fat dick. I was kind of weak at the knees, and I was so turned on, I wanted to finger myself and cum.
But Dad had other ideas.
He told me to turn around, and he sprayed and then lathered my back. He ran his strong hands across my ass cheeks, probing gently close to my pussy and ass hole. Moving downward, he soaped and sprayed my legs. My legs were spread, and I knew he was looking at my pussy lips and ass hole. This turned me on even more, and when he reached and touched my pussy lips, I came. Just like that, a shivering, explosive orgasm that made me moan and groan, and weakened me in the
knees.
“You came,” he said simply.
I just nodded. I don’t even think he saw me nod, but I did. He moved away, and stood. I turned around, and he was standing there, his hard dick pointing straight up. The head of his uncut dick was visible, purple and looking almost dangerous.
I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and cupped his balls in one hand. He moaned.
I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, licking the underside of his hard cock. Then I took the head into my mouth, running my tongue around it, tasting the fresh taste of his newly washed cock. I could taste and feel the pre cum on the head of his dick. Savoring the salty taste briefly, I swallowed and took more of him into my mouth, sucking on his hard dick as he stood over me. I loved the feel of his hard dick in my mouth, and tried to take it all in, all the way down to his hairy balls. There was nothing, nothing that I could think of, that could turn me on more than to have a hard dick in my mouth. I loved the feel of the hair on his balls on my chin. I moved my head back and forth as I went all the way on him, all the way to his hairy balls, so I could feel his hairy balls against my chin.
He began to moan and braced himself with his hands on the shower walls. I pulled him out of my mouth and kissed my the way down the shaft to his heavy, hairy balls. Cupping his balls in my hands, I pressed them, moiving my mouth from his dick to his balls, and I licked and sucked each of his hairy balls into my mouth, running my tongue across the strange, wrinkled flesh of his ball sac. Then I left his balls and returned to his hard cock. I took the head back into my mouth and sucked as I tried to swallow as much of the thick shaft as I could. Letting him slip out a little, I rubbed his cockhead along the inside of my cheeks, slurping loudly and moaning as my own excitement grew again. I loved the taste, the feel, the idea of this big fat dick in my mouth. I loved the feel of his big hairy balls pressed against my chin.
I could feel his knees begin to quiver as I held his legs and sucked him, making his hardon slide in and out of my mouth. He placed his hands behind my head, but did not try to force himself into me. As I massaged his balls with one hand, I moved my mouth faster and faster, and his legs began to shake violently.
He moaned, and suddenly, my mouth was filled with his shooting sperm. It filled my mouth as his dick seemed to expand and jerk in my mouth, and I could feel the sperm and taste it at the back of my throat. It pulsated and moved, jerking and shooting, and this was an even that made me want to cum again and again, as I thought, this was me that was causing this, it was my sucking him that made him cum.
I swallowed his hot, salty jism, enjoying the taste and texture of his thick, rich cum.
He just stood there, looking down at me, kneeling in front of him, his cock deep in my mouth. Then I slowly milked him and sucked on his penis until I could taste no more come. Yet, even then I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, loving the feel of it in my mouth.
At last, I released his dick and slowly got to my feet in front of him. Pressing against his naked, wet body, I raised my face to his.
He kissed and moved his tongue around inside my mouth, tasting me and his own cum!
He licked my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts.
He moved the now cold spray to my tits, my pussy. He squatted on the shower floor and pulled my groin toward him, kissing my pussy. I spread my legs apart to accommodate him, and he began to touch my pussy me as he kissed my pussy lips. I raised a leg and moved it over his back, giving him better access to me, and even reached down to open myself more with my fingers.
Bracing myself, I put my hands on my father’s broad shoulders and looked down as he sucked on my pussy. I was so turned on by my the illicit, horribly nasty, incestuous blow job that it did not take him very long to bring me to orgasm again. He bent closer, licking my pussy, moving his tongue up and down both sides of my swollen lips. As my moans became louder and my body began to quiver, he focused on my clitoris with his tongue and moved two fingers in and out of my slippery vagina. It wasn’t long before my knees shook, and I began to have my orgasm, with my father's tongue pressed hard on my clitoris. My pussy was sore, sort of, but I didn’t care. I wanted more!
Dad turned the water off, both of us now exhausted and fulfilled. I had never expected such an outcome to my fantasy, but there it was, me and my father in the shower, sucking and licking each other.
We moved apart and rinsed reach other, and stepped out of the shower. My father was still hard, his dick still pointing outward. I loved the sight of that, and even though now fully satisfied, the sight made me even hornier than I was before.
We dried each other off, and I nearly couldn’t resist the idea of sucking him again, but, he had a better idea.
He had me bend over the closed toilet seat, and I felt his hard cock probe my pussy from behind. I was so wet and hot, it slid in really easily, and as he began to thrust in and out, I came, and I came again when I felt his dick jerk and fill me inside with his hot cum.
That was the beginning of our relationship, but certainly not the end. I slept with him that night, and still do.
—Name withheld by request
I had been living with my father for almost two years now. My parents, divorced, had fought over me in court time and again. I discovered that my mother was pretty much at fault about the thing, and she fed me lies about my father, discrediting him and everything he said and did. Then, I found out the truth about the matter, and seldom spoke with my mother.
Well, that’s all beside the point, except to say that she used the child support he was paying, not for ‘child support,’ but for booze and parties. Well, that’s enough about that.
I stood there for a little while, and got up my nerve. I tried the door knob, and it turned quietly, slowly. There was no squeaking as I opened the door and slipped quietly into the bathroom. Behind the fogged shower stall glass, I could make out the form of my naked father. I could tell he was rinsing shampoo out of his hair, by the way he was standing and by the fact that he was facing the shower spigot, the water spraying down on his head.
I had been noticing my father sometimes, walking around at night in his boxer shorts, and a couple of times, I had seen his pubic hair and some flesh through the slit in the front of it. That got me interested, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see. I began to fantasize, began to masturbate with images of his naked body in my head. And, this was the biggest fantasy I always had about my father, to walk into the bathroom and drop my robe, and step into the shower with him.
Then, I would simply smile and wash his back, his chest, and maybe, just maybe, slide some slippery soap all over his cock, feeling it get harder and harder.
Frightened, yet strengthened by my own almost perverted desire to see him naked, I dropped my robe on the floor of the bathroom and stood there naked, my pussy burning with desire, my nipples erect and seemingly tingling of their own accord.
I moved one step closer to the shower door, wondering what his reaction would be. I wondered if he would be angry, embarrassed, nervous, surprised, delighted — hell, there were a thousand possible reactions, I supposed.
I took a deep breath and reached out and slid the shower door open.
He quickly turned around, a surprised look on his face. His immediate reaction was to move his hands down to his cock, which I got a good look at. Long and hairy, with big balls, it was uncircumcised and fat.
Then he smiled and moved his hands away, and looked at my naked body.
His voice sounded deep and guttural. “Just in time to wash my back,” he said. “Come on in, and let’s save some water by showering together.” He turned around and let the spray of water hit him in the face and on top of his head.
I stepped into the shower and slid the door shut. Dad moved over and let some of the spray from the shower head hit me, and then, he turned a crank and put the shower spray through the hand- held little gadget. I used one in my shower to spray my nipples and my pussy; I guessed he never used his for sexual pleasure. I found it a wonderful masturbatory tool, myself.
He turned and sprayed my chest, running the spray across my nipples. Then, he handed it to me.
“My back, wash my back,” he said.
I aimed the spray at his back as he handed me the soap. I rubbed the scented bar of soap across his muscular back, and sprayed the foam off. I moved down to his round, lean ass cheeks, dotted with just a few hairs. It was a manly ass, and the feel and sight of it really turned me on, making my already wet pussy drip with desire.
Squatting, I moved my hand and the spray farther down his legs, running one of my hands between his legs, catching a feel of his hairy balls from behind. His balls were large and hairy, and the quick feel I got of them really turned me on. I could cum with just a touch, hell, almost without even touching myself.
I sprayed the soap off his legs and ass, and stood up.
“Turn around,” I said. My voice didn’t sound like mine; it sounded choked and throaty.
He turned around, and his fat dick was sticking straight out. I watched in amazement as it grew and throbbed. I looked at his face, and he was looking at my tits, at my pussy.
I turned the spray toward his cock, and took the soap and moved it to his balls. I began rubbing and soaping his dick, moving the spray away, handing the nozzle to him. I squatted, with his big, fat dick right in front of my face. I soap his heavy, hairy balls, and watched as his dick straightened up and pointed upward, higher and higher. I know that most of your male readers won’t understand this, but to me, that sight was beautiful. There is nothing more exciting than a dick —any dick — hairy and erect. I took the nozzle from him and sprayed his now fully erect cock, washing away all the soap from his dick and his balls.
“Now it’s my turn,” he suddenly said.
I stood, though I didn’t want to. I wanted to put my tongue on his balls, and lick them, and suck on that fat dick. I was kind of weak at the knees, and I was so turned on, I wanted to finger myself and cum.
But Dad had other ideas.
He told me to turn around, and he sprayed and then lathered my back. He ran his strong hands across my ass cheeks, probing gently close to my pussy and ass hole. Moving downward, he soaped and sprayed my legs. My legs were spread, and I knew he was looking at my pussy lips and ass hole. This turned me on even more, and when he reached and touched my pussy lips, I came. Just like that, a shivering, explosive orgasm that made me moan and groan, and weakened me in the
knees.
“You came,” he said simply.
I just nodded. I don’t even think he saw me nod, but I did. He moved away, and stood. I turned around, and he was standing there, his hard dick pointing straight up. The head of his uncut dick was visible, purple and looking almost dangerous.
I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and cupped his balls in one hand. He moaned.
I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, licking the underside of his hard cock. Then I took the head into my mouth, running my tongue around it, tasting the fresh taste of his newly washed cock. I could taste and feel the pre cum on the head of his dick. Savoring the salty taste briefly, I swallowed and took more of him into my mouth, sucking on his hard dick as he stood over me. I loved the feel of his hard dick in my mouth, and tried to take it all in, all the way down to his hairy balls. There was nothing, nothing that I could think of, that could turn me on more than to have a hard dick in my mouth. I loved the feel of the hair on his balls on my chin. I moved my head back and forth as I went all the way on him, all the way to his hairy balls, so I could feel his hairy balls against my chin.
He began to moan and braced himself with his hands on the shower walls. I pulled him out of my mouth and kissed my the way down the shaft to his heavy, hairy balls. Cupping his balls in my hands, I pressed them, moiving my mouth from his dick to his balls, and I licked and sucked each of his hairy balls into my mouth, running my tongue across the strange, wrinkled flesh of his ball sac. Then I left his balls and returned to his hard cock. I took the head back into my mouth and sucked as I tried to swallow as much of the thick shaft as I could. Letting him slip out a little, I rubbed his cockhead along the inside of my cheeks, slurping loudly and moaning as my own excitement grew again. I loved the taste, the feel, the idea of this big fat dick in my mouth. I loved the feel of his big hairy balls pressed against my chin.
I could feel his knees begin to quiver as I held his legs and sucked him, making his hardon slide in and out of my mouth. He placed his hands behind my head, but did not try to force himself into me. As I massaged his balls with one hand, I moved my mouth faster and faster, and his legs began to shake violently.
He moaned, and suddenly, my mouth was filled with his shooting sperm. It filled my mouth as his dick seemed to expand and jerk in my mouth, and I could feel the sperm and taste it at the back of my throat. It pulsated and moved, jerking and shooting, and this was an even that made me want to cum again and again, as I thought, this was me that was causing this, it was my sucking him that made him cum.
I swallowed his hot, salty jism, enjoying the taste and texture of his thick, rich cum.
He just stood there, looking down at me, kneeling in front of him, his cock deep in my mouth. Then I slowly milked him and sucked on his penis until I could taste no more come. Yet, even then I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, loving the feel of it in my mouth.
At last, I released his dick and slowly got to my feet in front of him. Pressing against his naked, wet body, I raised my face to his.
He kissed and moved his tongue around inside my mouth, tasting me and his own cum!
He licked my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts.
He moved the now cold spray to my tits, my pussy. He squatted on the shower floor and pulled my groin toward him, kissing my pussy. I spread my legs apart to accommodate him, and he began to touch my pussy me as he kissed my pussy lips. I raised a leg and moved it over his back, giving him better access to me, and even reached down to open myself more with my fingers.
Bracing myself, I put my hands on my father’s broad shoulders and looked down as he sucked on my pussy. I was so turned on by my the illicit, horribly nasty, incestuous blow job that it did not take him very long to bring me to orgasm again. He bent closer, licking my pussy, moving his tongue up and down both sides of my swollen lips. As my moans became louder and my body began to quiver, he focused on my clitoris with his tongue and moved two fingers in and out of my slippery vagina. It wasn’t long before my knees shook, and I began to have my orgasm, with my father's tongue pressed hard on my clitoris. My pussy was sore, sort of, but I didn’t care. I wanted more!
Dad turned the water off, both of us now exhausted and fulfilled. I had never expected such an outcome to my fantasy, but there it was, me and my father in the shower, sucking and licking each other.
We moved apart and rinsed reach other, and stepped out of the shower. My father was still hard, his dick still pointing outward. I loved the sight of that, and even though now fully satisfied, the sight made me even hornier than I was before.
We dried each other off, and I nearly couldn’t resist the idea of sucking him again, but, he had a better idea.
He had me bend over the closed toilet seat, and I felt his hard cock probe my pussy from behind. I was so wet and hot, it slid in really easily, and as he began to thrust in and out, I came, and I came again when I felt his dick jerk and fill me inside with his hot cum.
That was the beginning of our relationship, but certainly not the end. I slept with him that night, and still do.
—Name withheld by request
