Knowing my father was a horn, I ended up climbing with him.

My name is Monica, 20 years old, and I'll tell you something that happened to me about three years ago... I'll summarize a little to get to the most interesting thing. My father (engineer) worked in Africa for more than two years on the construction of a highway, having come to visit us only once and only for a week. My mother, who was always a beautiful and very expansive woman, with her 45 years she went out with a married man... I even saw her getting into her car at night, a few times. My father came back to Brazil and the first thing he did was buy a beautiful apartment in a building with a beautiful rooftop pool. My mother and I began to constantly go to the pool and I began to think that I was being admired by smaller and smaller bikini: brown, 1.65 meters, medium breasts and a little bumpy. When my father was dressed, he was always sitting in the bedroom drinking beer; he always liked to play with a married man and my mother also told me that one day I would like to use the bathroom with my father. My mother also said that I would like to play with a swimming pool.
- Look, Monica, is it too much for your dad to go to the pool with that thing?
As I looked at that six-foot-tall, tall, strong man, I realized that there really was something rather bulky in front of him.
- Mom, if he doesn't feel well from sunga let go of shorts; what's the problem?
- It's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right.
At the pool, I'm having a soda sitting at a table with my father... he asked me:
- You also thought the sunga was indecent, didn't you?
I just thought it was a little bulky on the front, but nothing that would stop you from wearing it if you wanted to.
Yeah, well, I'm just excited that people are gonna notice.
- Ué father, let the others notice; you are not with him outside!...
- But that's just what I got the impression; of the sunga being so small that it seems that it will go out besides scoring a lot.
Isn't that so, too, son?
The days passed, and about two months later my mother decided to take a trip to a friend's house who was living in New York, where she would stay for more than a month... I was almost sure that this trip had something to do with her lover. I felt sorry for my father to be wearing a horn, but in that matter I could not interfere. On Sunday I called my father to go to the pool, and there, he sat on a bench in the bar I even got between his legs to have a soda. And it was just where I was with my butt leaning on his leg is that I felt something strange. What it was about; I was distracted and how one leaning my arm on that thing felt hard ... It was nice the volume and my arm rolled hard and I was wondering if I could put my hand on the pine cone. I just sat in front of my father and he was talking, and I sat down again and I enjoyed cooling down.
Don't let anyone know how you're doing.
He's smiling and practically talking in my ear.
- You can let it go unnoticed; it'll be back to normal in a little while.
My curiosity to know what my father's penis was like was at its limit and I stayed inside the pool trying to find some way to at least see him naked... But to me it seemed almost impossible. An hour later we were back in the apartment, and while my father was taking a bath, I went to my room. I started to fantasize about my father going into my room, and leaving the door a little open I took off my bikini and lay on my bare chest always imagining my father there spying on me. But when I had the feeling of someone at the door of my room my whole body got tense... In a few seconds I tried to make a decision, and with a broken heart I decided to stay in the same position.
- What is it, Monica?
- How are you, Dad?
- Are you going to take a shower?
- In a little while; I'm just going to rest a little.
By the swing of the bed I felt my father sitting behind my legs... I knew that in addition to my butt he must be seeing a piece of my pussy. I felt my father's hand on the potato of my leg and slowly climbing up. I who was with a mad desire to see my father naked, it turned out that it was he who was seeing me naked. My father's hand stood for a few seconds between the thigh and the butt... I continued in the same position and without looking at my father he raised his hand further smoothing my butt.
- Are you all right, daughter?
- That's right.
My whole body was shaking as he leaned back and started kissing my buttocks and making me open my legs a little bit he passed his tongue on my pussy.
It's not like I'm going to be able to do it.
He turned my body over to face me, came back with his mouth on my pussy, and I was sucking and licking and poking the tip of my tongue into the door.
- What are you talking about?
I was feeling that he was going to make fun of me soon, when he stopped and went to stand next to the bed taking off his bermuda... At the sight of his huge dick my pussy even contracted. He climbed on the bed between my legs and came placing and rubbing the head of his peacock on the door.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
I, who had only had sex with my boyfriend who had a very small cock, began to scream feeling my bouquet being enlarged ... he put only half and was pumped and looked at my face and again asked me if everything was okay.
It's always good.
He gave me a few more shots, but he thought it best if I stayed on four, and on four, he put it back in my little mouthpiece and kept pushing it slowly until his body leaned against my ass... and I rolled over and moaned loudly.
It's all in, Dad, is it?
- He's holding me by the waist with his hands and starting to move back and forth.
- It's all in, daughter... how hot you are...
This is delicious, Dad.
His body started hitting my ass harder and harder until I ended up having an orgasm screaming like a cow in the slaughterhouse... My dad was still punching hard on my little mouthpiece for about 5 more minutes, taking and enjoying everything on my back. I went to take my bath and my dad decided to go along and also get under the shower with me... It was the first time I was completely naked with a man, because in my boyfriend's house I only let myself in by pulling up my skirt and taking off my panties. It became normal to wait for my dad to take a bath together and then we went to bed where we stayed for at least an hour sucking very tasty... He loved to feel that peacock beating violently on my bathtub. One week later we fucked pretty much every day, my dad is still in the bathtub when he asked me to hug a jet in my mouth. Although he didn't know that it was normal to kiss a girl today, my dad decided to go along and also get under the shower with me... It was the first time I was completely naked with a man, because in my boyfriend's house I would just let myself in by lifting my skirt and taking off my panties and then we'd go to bed together and then we'd have an orgasm and then we'd for at least an hour... He loved to feel that orgasm... He loved to feel that violently punch my mouthpiece like a cow in the slaughterhouse screaming like a cow.