In bed with my dad.

After much reflection I decided to write this story. I grew up practically without my mother, staying at my paternal grandmother's house and going to my father's house almost every weekend to spend Saturday and Sunday with him. I loved my father, who besides his caresses he always gave me gifts and liked to walk with me. He always talked to me about everything and also encouraged me to talk about anything I wanted and had doubts; even things that I did not have the courage to tell even my grandmother. My grandmother who was very strict, I really avoided telling him even simple things that happened in the mobile school. But with my father I counted and listened to his advice until I had to solve small problems with my colleagues. My first boyfriend, I told him about my first use of his handbag. I even told him about my first use of his mouth. I also told him all my first happy story about my father, who besides coming of age was kissing me on the side of the building. When I arrived at the apartment, he was already kissing me, and I also encouraged me to talk about anything I wanted and had doubts; even something that I did not have the courage to tell my grandmother. My grandmother was very strict, my grandmother was very strict, I really avoided telling her even simple things that happened at the school. But with my father, my father was always trying to be on the side of the building. When he was kissing me, he was always on the side of the side of the building, and he was always kissing me, and I realized that he had a lot of sex, I had to talk about everything, and I had to talk about everything, and I had to talk about everything, and I had a few seconds to talk about it, and I had to him, and I had a few minutes, but I had to talk about it, and I had to be with him, and I had a motorcycle, and I had a motorcycle, and I had a couple of it, and I had to play with him, and I had a couple of it. - What are you doing? I could only mumble an apology and I left, but before I reached the door I heard my father shouting to wait. I stopped, and turning I saw my naked father with his peg hanging between his legs without bothering to hide, telling me to wait for him in the kitchen. I obeyed and he did not appear in the kitchen until almost 15 minutes later wearing a bermuda. Only after I realized that the woman had left. - What happened, Julia? All ashamed and with my head down I was explaining from the moment I called him; that I rang the bell and decided to enter thinking that there was no one inside the house. He said that he had forgotten his cell phone in the car, and that he heard the bell, but decided not to answer the door just because he was accompanied. He gave me a kiss saying that it was to forget what I had seen; and that he also had a bit of blame for what happened. He prepared a quick snack for both of us, and sitting at the table began to ask me questions about my boyfriend. I ended up talking more than I should. Giving a reference where the bike had broken down, I said that I had been near the Motel XXXX; he quickly: - You were going to the motel. - Father ? - What's the matter, daughter? - Get into the motorcycle motel? - No one would recognize you in a helmet. But Hugo's afraid because he's never been in a motel either. - If you want, I can take you both to the motel one day and then pick you up. Hugo was scared shitless of you! - Tell him I'm not some bogeyman! - Although I'd like to know what it's like inside a motel. - Then convince him I'll take it without any problem! I returned home, and for several days the image of my naked father did not leave my mind. A few days later, also on a Saturday, he took me home for dinner in a restaurant, that the next day he would have to travel and stay a few days away. Already inside the restaurant he received a call, saying that the trip had been canceled, that I could stay with him also on Sunday. I called to inform my mother and my boyfriend canceling our meeting. But when I arrived at the apartment I realized that I had not brought any extra clothes. I ended up making a sweater regatta from my father's sweater that beat in the middle of my thighs. In the living room, with the TV on my feet in his straight position and we sat watching. I walked around in the sweater regatta because I liked the position of the sweater because he had to stay in the position of my father's sweater. My father's bicycle was hard to pass. My bicycles were so hard to pass, and I realized that the possibility of the bicycles must continue in the same fabric. - What, daughter? I don't know, Dad! - It looks pretty tough, doesn't it? - I don't know. - Can I take a look? - You can! First he groped over cloth. It's really hard! Just smile. - You let him get his hands on it? - I will! My father let go of the shirt strap and began to feel all my nipple. On my own I let go of the other strap making the shirt fall down on my waist leaving the other nipple also appearing. He seeing my audacity moved me away a little and getting in front of me came slowly with his mouth on my chest, beginning to suck the nipple and then sucking all the nipple making pressure with his mouth. I'm not going to let you get away with this. Without stopping sucking, he was making me lie on my back on the sofa starting to put his hand under my shirt reaching into my panties, which he pulled aside to start passing and putting his finger. It didn't even take two minutes for my body to start trembling in an orgasm with at least two of my father's fingers tucked into my little pocket. He smiled, got up and went to the bathroom. He came back to find me still with my boobs out, took off his shirt leaving me with only my panties again sucking my boobs and then gave me a kiss on the mouth that left me short of breath. Still panting, I ended up asking if he wanted to take me to bed. He was with his hand again on my panties, he stopped. That's too dangerous! I knew he was taking women to his bed. Don't you have a condom? But it's not because of that! He's sitting on the couch, and I'm on my knees, and I'm holding my little tit for him to suck a little bit more, and he's giving me a few quick sucks, and then he's kissing me on the mouth again, and the whole time I'm noticing that he's hard-core, and he's talking about how we can't have that kind of relationship, and I'm holding his hard-core over my Bermuda. - I know you're wanting dad!... - Of course I am; but that's not right!... I gave him a tongue kiss without removing his hand from his cock inside the bermuda. - I'm also really wanting dad! - Do you promise to keep our relationship a secret? He said yes, right there he took off my panties and taking me in his lap (look I'm a little fat) he took me to his room putting me on the bed, for in a few seconds to get rid of all his clothes and that a hard cock that should be more than double of my boyfriend, he took a condom from the drawer of the mute servant quickly wearing his stick and coming with it in the direction of my pocket. I opened all. - Come, father, come with me! But when I felt that thing coming in and widening my pussy, it seemed like I was losing my virginity again, so much was the pressure, my father stuck it up to the cord that I felt beating in the bottom of my uterus. I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to tell you. My pussy fucked that pussy being punched hard for at least five minutes that I went having a second orgasm, feeling that he was also having fun. I saw when he took off his condom going to the bathroom and coming back naked lying next to me. All I know is that when he left me at home on Sunday night, my pussy was all skinned from getting pierced. I started going more weekends to my father's apartment, leaving a little bit of my boyfriend, who had never given me pleasure as I had with my father. In a little over two months I was already letting my father put me in my butt and give me his dick. Today I'm dating another guy, but I still go to bed with my father.