I Couldn't Sleep

When the side of his index finger touched my full breasts, I nearly screamed. Or came. Or both. And the fact that he was clearly now touching my tits didn't stop him. He kept moving, his hand moving over my large tits that I definitely got from my mother's side of the family. Mom had big ones. My birth-mother has big ones. Hell, my Grandmother's breasts are obscenely large. Mom used to joke that it just runs in the family after I mentioned that I was now a D-cup. "Wait till you have kids," she joked.

I was starting to get the impression that Dad was very much a boob guy. And as his fingers - one-by-one - moved over my nipple, it was impossible to breath normally anymore. Each time a digit moved over my nipple, an electric shock went straight to my pussy. I needed to orgasm so bad and Dad was only making it worse.

If that wasn't bad enough, his hand moved a little faster over his cock. Not only that, but he went higher. I mean, I couldn't blame him. What was he trying to hide at this point? My nipple was between his middle and ring fingers and he was squeezing the little bud. Was he going to pretend that he also wasn't jacking off openly? Any moment now, I assumed I would have to push my hand into my panties just to get off because this was the most turned-on I had been in years.

I started to wonder if he was going to blow his load on my face? Would he try to clean it up? Would I be able to secretly taste him before he did? And how good would he taste? Fuck, I needed more than my nipple toyed with.

I considered opening my legs, but knew that it wouldn't look natural. I don't know who I was trying to fool. This fucking guy was tweaking my nipple with increasing force as his hand moved quicker over his cock. Why was I still pretending to sleep? How deep of a sleeper could I possibly be? But a voice in my head said that I had already gone down this road so I couldn't possibly change direction now. But that voice wasn't nearly as loud as the one begging me to just give myself to my Dad and fuck him senseless. We both needed it, after all. Yet, I couldn't force myself to move.

Openly, I stared at his cock and licked my lips to keep them wet. My breathing was clearly not normal anymore and he kept driving my sensitive nipple crazy with his fingers. I felt like I was just waiting for him to cum now. Once he came, he would deal with the awkwardness and then this pleasant ordeal would be over. We probably would never mention it. It would just be this weird thing we both knew about it, but dared not to talk about.

But then, he stopped stroking. I figured it was because he was ready to orgasm and that belief continued as he pulled his dick down so that it aimed at me. My dad wanted to give his baby girl a true money shot. Okay, then. Wouldn't be the first time. Well, with a family member, it would have been.

For the first time in probably an hour, one of us said something. It was faint - almost inaudible over the ambiance of the air conditioner, slight noise of the television, and our breathing. But it also was clear and easy-to-understand. In a whisper, Dad said, "Oh, Jane."

I knew he wasn't sleeping. I knew he was at least somewhat aware of the situation we were in. But I also knew that in his lust and loss, I wasn't just his daughter anymore. I was also my mother - the one that raised me. Honestly, if you looked down at me in the dark, you might even be able to convince yourself I was her. I'm a little bigger in my hips than she was. My ass has more heft than hers did. And while her hair was more bright blonde like most of her family, I had strawberry blonde hair. I wore mine long while Mom kept a shoulder-length cut. But in the dark, there was enough semblance to convince yourself that I was a decent Mom stand-in.

But even if I didn't share any similarities with her, Dad probably would have still said her name because he was in a fantasy world where he could pretend Mom was still alive and they had just watched this show together like she probably planned on when she heard about it. They touched one another during the show, getting the engine going, and now with it done, they were ready for some more fun.

His hand moved away from my breast. For a moment, I wondered if he would go south again. Instead, he pulled his arm away completely from my body. I was a bit sad about that until I felt his hand move to my head. I knew this move. I had felt that pressure before. Unless I agree to it beforehand - usually a special occasion thing - or I put Frank's hand on my head when I was feeling extra-slutty, I'm not into being force-fed a cock. It's kind of too rapey for my tastes normally. And until this evening, I had never had my father attempt to feed me his over-sized cock before. But here I was - my tank-top above my breasts, my panties drenched in my own juices, and my ass probably partially exposed as well. And to top it off, my father was pushing down on my head while he held his cock at its base and directed it toward my mouth.

Instinctually, I tried to push back against the force - even though I badly wanted to taste him. I figured it would put a stop to things. After all, to this point, I pretended to sleep despite its efforts to drive me mad. But when I stopped my descent by pushing away, he added force. In his hand, he gripped his cock hard. Inches between us disappeared as we were brought closer together. And then, my top lip touched his cock. His aim wasn't perfect, but he kept pushing. I tried to keep my mouth closed - which was quite hard considering all the evil voices in my head were telling me to enjoy myself. He was persistent, though.

"Come on, Jane," he said. "Open up for Daddy."

What the fuck?

I honestly didn't know whether he was perfectly aware of what he was doing and using Mom's name or if Mom and him were much kinkier in bed than I ever gave them credit for.

I swear I was only trying to say his name. That's why I opened my mouth. I was trying to get through to him. I was trying to stop him. I swear that's what I was doing. I squealed in surprise when my voice was shut off by his thick cock sliding into my open mouth. Seeing how big my father was is one thing. Feeling his width stretch my mouth is an entire new, albeit not unpleasant, thing. He wasn't even pushing my head down hard on his cock and making me take his length, which surely would gag me. Nevertheless, as he fucked my mouth with short strokes, I kind of hoped he would make me take it.

The precum was as salty and yummy as I had predicted. At first, the surprise of everything made me into a sex toy. I had the feel of a person, but not the reactions of one. But as his taste started to overpower me, I found myself moving my tongue to sweep over the top of his cock as it moved down before pushing back into my mouth. I kept the rest of my body still - still pretending that we both weren't incredibly aware of what was going on - but a sex-starved girl can only take so much before she has to act. After all, he certainly was.

He kept my head still with one hand on the back of my skull while the one that had been gripping his cock moved to cradle my forehead. Meanwhile, he bridged up only an inch or two off the couch in quick shallow strokes into my mouth. My lips tightly circled around his dick as I breathed through my nose and tried not to moan as more precum was collected by my tongue. It had been so long since I had a cock in my mouth and I had never had one this big and tasty.

All the while, his breathing became more and more ragged while, in a harsh whisper, words I had never thought my father would say filled my head. "Fucking take Daddy's big cock, baby. You've been such a good girl. You deserve a treat. Yes, move your tongue, Jane. Make me cum. And don't let a single drop go to waste, you sexy little whore. Mmmmm, yes!"

Part of me wanted to pull off his cock and tell him, "yes, fuck your whore's mouth with your huge dick, Daddy," but I worried I would ruin this little moment where his head was fantasizing about Mom. But the more he called me a slut and a whore - along with Daddy's little girl - I found myself getting more-and-more into this. His hand moved away from the back of my head and found my nipple, roughly tweaking the little bud. I moaned in response and realized, with his hand gone, nothing was forcing my head down on his cock anymore. Except me. My desire. My need to make my Dad cum.

The hand on my forehead relaxed and I took completely over, sucking my father deeper than he had attempted to make me. The hand on my breast didn't stay there for long. He moved it down my body and I quickly opened my legs, letting my father have complete access to my body.

I nearly came as his hand pushed under my sleep shorts and panties, a finger sliding between my pussy lips before pushing inside of me. "Mmm, you're so fucking wet for Daddy."

I hummed a response and reached over to grab his long cock. I didn't know if I would ever have another chance to suck this monster of a penis so I tried to push myself to take him as deeply as I could. I've never had to deepthroat that much. Even the few guys that were bigger than Frank weren't like this. But as I tried to relax, I claimed more of his delicious tool as I went lower on it. And let me tell you that it's not easy to concentrate when your father's fingers are playing with your pussy, but I have always tried to be an overachiever. I think he's always appreciated that about me.

But try as I might, I couldn't make his entire dick disappear from view. I think part of it was the angle or the fact that I needed better control on my gag reflex. No worries, though. Dad was not disappointed.

"God damn, baby," he said as two fingers pushed inside of my tight little cunt. "You're really hungry tonight."

Yes, Daddy, I am.

As I went low again on his dick, I tried another method to make sure every inch of that pussy punisher was going to get attention. Gripping his dick, I stroked him in unison as I bobbed my head on his dick, giving him the occasional twist of my wrist. He moaned and I heard his hand come down hard on the armrest hard as I tried every trick I knew on him. His other hand continued to toy with my pussy and I realized I was subconsciously moving my pelvis to meet his fingers. I was so close to my first orgasm with someone else in over two years and I wasn't about to stop even if Dad realized what was happening and tried to put a halt to it.

But he kept saying my dead mother's name as I licked and nursed on the head of his cock while stroking the rest. I reached down - noticing how wet his boxers were getting - and tried to give his balls some love, but the way the boxers were stretched, that proved a bit fruitless. Another time, maybe. If he wanted his little girl to do this again.

I wanted this to last forever in the meantime, but both of us were way too sex-starved for that to happen.

"Make Daddy cum, baby," he said in a low, hoarse voice. He coughed to clear his throat and continued. "I need it, honey. It's been so long."

Again, I wasn't sure if he was speaking to me, his daughter, or to the image of his wife in his head. Regardless, I wasn't going to stop until I tasted him. My pussy was on the edge of my highly-sought-after orgasm as well and I fucked the two fingers he pushed inside of me while his thumb tried to toy with my clit. Moving fast, I rolled my hips repeatedly, trying to beat him to orgasm so I could concentrate fully on coaxing a big load from his balls.

Taking a chance, I grabbed his wrist with my free hand and kept it in place so I could show him I wanted him to fuck my wet pussy harder with his fingers. Then, unashamed, I moved the hand to my pussy, pushing his thumb aside to give my clit more focus. It wasn't lost on me that I literally had one hand on my father's dick while the other was on my clit. At the same time, the rest of his dick was in my mouth, my tongue swirling over the side of it while he finger-fucked my pussy hard. There would be a long, awkward conversation soon about all of this, but for the moment, I was as fucking happy as I had been in years. So what if he was still calling me by my mother's name.

"You going to cum for Daddy?" he whispered. I half-hummed, half-moaned a response and he said, "Yes, Jane, cum all over Daddy's fingers."

The weirdest thought hit my brain right before I came. "If he said my name instead of Mom's, would I have cum even harder?" As my entire body seemed to explode and implode at the same time, that thought would have to be addressed later.

My hips came to an awkward stop as his fingers kept pushing in-and-out of my cunt. My back bridged and my toes curled. For a moment, everything stopped aside from Dad's efforts. And then a loud moan that turned almost into a muffled scream tried to escape my mouth, though Dad's thick cock made that difficult. My body started to shake as my brain went completely numb. Every neuron I had seemed to go crazy as lightning bolts traveled throughout my body. My pelvis rocked back-and-forth as Dad's fingers stayed inside me the whole time. My pussy was trying to milk them as if they had some juice to give.

The whole time, he kept whispering things like, "That's good, baby...let it go...cum for Daddy...I want to taste your juices."

My orgasm seemed to last several minutes, though in reality, it was over in a matter of a few seconds. While I didn't have a Top 10 list of best orgasms, I'm pretty sure this qualified as the the new #1.

I pushed his hand away from my pussy to give my hyper-sensitive cunt a break. Almost at the same time, I shifted my body so that my stomach was flat against the couch. Putting a hand between his far leg and the armrest while my other hand was closer to me and also flat against the couch cushions, I bridged up a little to give me a better angle as I focused completely on making my Dad cum in my mouth.

Bobbing my head down-and-up with deep strokes, I took as much of his cock as comfortably possible into my mouth. When his dick was nearly completely out of my mouth, I swirled my tongue over the head to collect any precum that escaped before dropping my head again, sucking his giant yummy stick. His dirty talk seemed to come to a halt as he sounded like he was struggling enough with breathing and words might be too difficult to deal with right now. I moaned, knowing the vibrations would only drive him crazier.

I have to give him credit. I'm good at oral and he did an amazing job lasting this long - especially considering how long it had been since he had been sucked. But my jaw was starting to ache and I was far too hungry for his cum for this to continue indefinitely. I moved faster and harder, sucking him deeply as I continued to moan and hum. I pleaded with him to orgasm. Desperately needed his cum in my mouth.

I heard something. A sucking sound that wasn't coming from me. And then I realized, based on how his arm was cocked as it rested on my shoulder blade as I moved up-and-down, that Dad had brought his hand to his face. In these times, we are told not to do that, but I didn't mind him sucking my juices from his fingers at all. Fuck COVID.

"You...taste...so...good...FUCK!"

Music to my ears, Daddy.

My jaw was really hurting now, but then I heard something else. Following that f-word, Dad made some sharp intakes of breath. I knew what that meant and it only emboldened me to keep sucking him. He was right on the edge. Just needed one final push.

With a loud grunt that made me smile, Dad started to blow his load into my willing mouth. I pulled up and made sure to seal my lips around the head of my his cock. I tried to suck down every drop he gave me, but it was a lot. Spurt-after-spurt filled my mouth to the breaking point and I couldn't possibly keep up with the volume. Cum trickled out of my mouth and down his shaft. I felt a little sad that I had let any of it escape. He was absolutely delicious and I knew that was largely due to who it was feeding me. Again-and-again, after each gulp, he re-filled my mouth to the limit.

Finally, the onslaught of juice began to fade into a trickle. I swallowed what was left with one big gulp, sending the tasty treat down my throat. I pulled away and looked down at his cock. A small drop appeared at the top so I licked it away. The helmet shined in the light from the television. As I looked beyond it, I saw little white drops on his boxers. Feeling like I had let him down, I moved down to suck at any of the drops of cum I saw. It wasn't much, but I didn't want to leave a mess.

Licking my way back up his cock, grinning like a happy slut as he caught his breath, I swirled my tongue around the helmet for a moment just to drive him crazy. I couldn't do this for much because it would get too painful for him, I'm sure, but a little pain is good in my experience. Satisfied with the fun torture I gave him, I moved away a few inches and laid my head on his upper leg as I saw his dick begin to soften.

For a little while, we both sat motionless. My pussy was still humming and I could taste his juice. I hadn't felt this good in so very long. I didn't want this moment to end. Well, unless it ended with his cock getting hard again so that he could fuck my cunt until he filled my pussy with another big load.

But that's not how life usually goes. When you do the things that my Dad and I just did, eventually, you remember why you weren't supposed to do it in the first place. After several minutes of enjoying the moment, he finally spoke.

"Fuck."

It wasn't the fuck I wanted. It wasn't a "fuck, that was amazing." It wasn't even a "fuck, did that just happen?" And, of course, it especially wasn't the "let's fuck." No, I was very aware of what this fuck meant. It was a guilty fuck. It was the kind of fuck you say when you know you fucked up.

"Fuck." He repeated. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Well, now, that's just an excessive amount of fucks.

"Sarah?" Dad asked. I looked up at him and we made eye contact. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He was afraid to touch me, but also felt the need to escape from the situation as quickly as possible. So, he pulled his leg - along with his entire body - away from me. I caught myself before my head crashed against the cushion.

"Dad?"

But he was already to his feet. His dick flopped from side-to-side as he purposely walked away. Seconds later, I heard his door shut.

Part of me wanted to go after him. He needed to know I wasn't mad at him. But I was also tired as hell. I reached over to the table, blindly trying to find the remote. Once successful, I turned the television off. Grabbing the throw blanket that rested on the top of the couch, I curled up right there. I told myself I did so because when he wanted to talk about things, I should be close by. Truth was after that orgasm, I wasn't sure my legs even worked. Plus, I didn't want to leave. The smell of my father and his cum was too strong.

It only took a few minutes for me to fall asleep.

Please excuse the goofy fucking smile that was on my face.

(Author's Note: I do not know if I will continue this one. It's meant to be a quick one. But let me know if you would like to see what happens next. And remember to comment, rate, and if you liked this story, follow me here on Literotica.)