Obsession by Father Part 2

By adventure. cyba My name is Angela, I'm a light brunette, green eyes, 5'6", 29 years, 60 pounds. The fact that I will tell you next is totally true and has been happening since my teens, right after I completed my eighteen years. Every daughter has in her father the figure of a hero and with me it was no different, I was always in love with my father. After catching my parents fucking, fucking Dad became an obsession for me. I know that many criticize those who practice incest, so for those who visit the site and still clash with the facts told here, I advise you to read the Bible or a self-help book, after all the only person who could criticize me who is my husband gives me the greatest support. Time was in charge of softening that fire that existed between my parents, their sex sections weren't like before, I missed Mom's scandals. My mother found refuge in the church. Dad always said playing to provoke her, that after she was old she had become butt. Even the things between them have cooled a little, the affection, the companionship and the admiration for each other was mutual. The images of my father with his giant dick breaking into my mother wouldn't get out of my head. In the solitude of my room, the night became my martyrdom. I stayed up late at night waiting for the sex session to begin, but to my unhappiness I had to console myself without hearing Mom's screams. I couldn't sleep without making fun of my fingers stuck in my little pussy, imagining I was being broken by Dad's dick. Having sex with Dad became an obsession for me, but how do you make this happen? He considered me A beautiful, attractive girl, brunette, perfect body, thin waist, thick thighs, buttocks, was a bit complex with my height, 5'5". My mother laughed when she complained about my height. She said that even though she was short, she could turn a lot of boys' heads. In a way it was true, because the suitor was what I needed, wherever it was there was always someone trying to pass a line, but he did not give much to it, because the man who wanted it ardently until that moment was forbidden. I heard about a lot of dad's escapades, so I think my mom knew, but she pretended not to know. The conversation between relatives was that my father even after he was old was still a catcher, and he only liked the young ones. Knowing that, I began to be bolder in the way I dress. Every time I was with my dad and there was no one around, I'd find a way to show him. I started wearing miniskirts, tight-knit shorts, showing the outline of my little pussy, race shirts that when I lowered my titties, and tiny panties that barely covered my ass. One day I was alone at home cleaning, and I saw my father coming. Luckily this day I was wearing a very short skirt and one of my tiny panties. Pretending I didn't see him, I ducked and my skirt ended up on my back. My father had a privileged view of my little ass, because he felt my panties stuck in my little pond. I disguisedly rubbed the floor of the room, and from the mirror in one corner I saw Dad with his mouth open not believing what he was seeing. I'm sure he liked what he saw, because he spent a long time watching me, and my old man's devil instead of announcing himself, he found a way to hide so he wouldn't be noticed. When I turned around he pretended not to see me, but the volume he formed in his pants denounced him. Trying to cover it up, he went into the bathroom and he definitely masturbated this day thinking about me. Wow! I was delighted to hear that I aroused interest in my father. I couldn't believe Dad even though for a moment he wished me naked in his bed, cumming and moaning on his dick. At night in my room, I lost count of how many times I came to think of the state I'd left Dad. I thought I'd choked on your dick in my mouth, having that beautiful cock kicking my pussy. My little fingers had work to satisfy me that night. From that moment on, I felt that my father's treatment for me changed, and it changed for a lot! Much better. I always showed up with little gifts and many other pamperings trying to please me, even aroused jealousy in my brother. My mother confided to me that lately Dad had been praising me a lot, told her that I had become a beautiful, hardworking, capricious, intelligent girl, of course my ego went to heights, but time passed and even hinting at me shamelessly at him, besides making him excited our relationship remained as father and daughter. The fire and the desire to have it inside me increased more and more. I'm sure Dad wanted me as a woman, but I think he was afraid of what was about to happen to get out of his control. I wouldn't take away his reason. I don't know how much of a tease he'd take. Father's little gifts continued, but the gift he most desired had not yet given me, and when he was about to give up, fate capriciously began to plot for me. My grandmother got sick and the task of taking care of her was my mother, because my aunt's little sister had a small trade, so she couldn't stay with Grandma. My grandfather as well as grandma, was very old, and like all the elderly, the hardest thing is to get them out of the house, Mom had no choice but to head for the neighboring state where my grandparents lived. I was delighted with the news, not for Grandma’s disease, but for the opportunity to spend more time alone with Dad for at least ten days. My brother was not going to be a problem, because he worked during the day and went to college at night, he only got home late, so the time would also be a great ally of mine, the only obstacle would be my aunt's sister who, living close to home, helped with the chores of the house until Mom came back. Because my aunt had a baby still on her lap, she wasn't gonna have much time to stay home and I was counting on that fact. My father after retiring started trading used cars and stayed home most of the day because the cars were exposed in our backyard. On the first night without Mom at home, after serving dinner, I went to shower and decided it would be now or never, because I wouldn't have another golden opportunity like this. I spent a long time in the bathroom shaving myself, leaving my little shaved pussy with no hair like I came into the world. I perfumed myself in a white silk panties I got as a gift from Mom, and on top of a very short nightgown and went to the living room to watch TV with Dad. I lay in front of him making sure the panties he was wearing barely covered my pussy. While watching the soap opera, I would disguisely spread my legs so that Dad could have a more privileged view. Pretending to be napping, I turned my back on him and my little camisole ended up on my waist, showing my little ass with my panties stuck in my little pond. From the corners of my eyes, I'd see daddy glazing in my little ass fixing his cock that kept coming out of his shorts. The volume was huge that as much as Dad tried to hide, that very red mushroom-shaped head was out, and to disguise Dad was trying to hide it with a towel that he had left on the couch. The part of my panties that covered my pussy was wet forming a darker stain, a stain that made sure that Dad saw it. To soften my fire I got up from the couch, I got ready and calmly went to the bathroom to masturbate. With my little fingers stuck in my little pussy, I'd laugh my dad's way trying to hide the big head of your jeba that kept me out of my shorts. Joke came in an overwhelming way when I came to mind the sena in which that cocksucker was breaking into Mom's ass a while back. When I came back to the room, I realized that Dad had changed his shorts for a shorts that disguised his condition more, but still I couldn't completely hide his erection. I sat by his side and affectionately leaned on his body supporting my head on his chest, Dad hugged me lovingly making me wank as I found a way for one of his hands to disguisely touch my titties. I'd get cold feet. My titties looked like they wanted to pierce the little camisole I was wearing. Slowly I went to settle down until I decided to lie down on the couch leaving my head on your lap as a pillow. I soon felt something hard poking at my neck, and to provoke him more, I kept moving. I was determined, this had to be the moment I expected. When I prepared to turn around and bite that pile of nerves, I heard the key noise at the door announcing my brother's arrival. I've never been as angry with him as I was then, my wish was to choke the bastard. With the scare I got, I got up quickly, and from Dad's look of complicity, I saw that if my brother hadn't arrived at that moment, things had gone elsewhere. My brother greeted us and went to his room. This time Dad didn't try to disguise it, and naturally in front of me he squeezed his giant cock by fixing it inside the shorts so my brother wouldn't understand. Seeing that I couldn't take my eyes off the volume I was making inside his shorts, Dad made sure I saw what was about to break into my pussy if I insisted on provoking him. I didn't sleep well tonight and I'm sure Dad didn't either. I had your cock a few inches from my mouth, too bad my brother's fucking tie got in our way. The good thing about all this was that my father somehow opened up a little more the retraction leaving a loophole to get my intentions. I was sure Dad wanted me more and more, but I think he was scared, or with a guilty conscience of starting from him the initiative of making his little girl, his little bitch. The next day when I arrived at school in the morning, I learned that our principal had passed away and there would be no class that day. I came home wandering lost in my thoughts thinking that I was being a real slut wanting to cheat on my mother with my own father, if I were at least with a lover of hers I wouldn't have any harm, but with my own father it would be too crazy, at the same time the horny I felt for Dad was stronger than I was. Because you weren't expecting me home at the time, Dad didn't even bother to be more cautious. The noise that came from the living room I knew very well, Dad was with some whore at home, because the screams and the sound of the bodies finding themselves said that someone was being broken into our living room, I just couldn't imagine who the bitch was moaning on his dick. I came to the door of the room just as my screaming father grabbed the waist of that woman leaning over the arm of the couch and brought it against her body in a hallucinated way filling her fucking pussy. She was a pretty woman with a body and a jealous ass on a lot of girls. I recognized the voice when she said, - Oh, my God, my brother, you've been killing me for pleasure since you were a little girl. The world seemed to have collapsed in my aunt's head when she got up trying to clean up a fucking fillet that kept running down her thighs. She was paralyzed looking at me in shock. My father hadn't seen me yet and I didn't understand why your sister was acting like that. Worried asked her: - It's okay. What is it, Marcia? You look like you saw a ghost! In that my father looked back and also was without action seeing me standing at the door of the open-mouthed room watching them naked caught in flagrants committing incest in front of their daughter. My terrified aunt trying to find her clothes that were scattered around the room, said distressed: - Oh, my God, and now, what will become of us when our families find out. - It's okay. I'm sorry Angela, for God's sake! Don't tell anyone, please! My father was trying to comfort my aunt by asking for calm, but she was out of her mind. Aunt Marcia desperately searched for her clothes and couldn't find her panties under the bookshelf. Auntie hastened herself and left crying with fucking dad still running down her legs. It was really an awkward situation to see Dad standing there naked like he came into the world trying to give me an explanation and getting more and more complicated. I hadn't remade the shock yet. I was mad at Dad. I wanted to choke him and my aunt's whore. After the scare, I thought it was funny to see Dad trying to hide his dick with his hands, but realizing he couldn't, he gave up. My eyes were now staring at that huge penis beauty lying between the legs of that man who wanted so much. Even soft on that prick was a good size. Much calmer said: - Daddy, you're gonna take a shower and get dressed, you're not gonna stay with this thing all day, are you? - It's okay. Someone could be here any minute! Isn't it enough I saw your shamelessness? - What? You can rest assured that if it depends on me, no one else will know. My dad said he'd been fucking his sister since he was little, lost his virginity together, and then they never stopped. Even after we were married, the horny one spoke louder and their sex was constant, whenever an opportunity arose, they just fucked so much. Dad told me that even on my aunt's wedding day they had sex and Aunt Marcia went to church with traces of fucking in her pussy, because when she tried to clean up her godmother she came into the room, they were barely caught. My father took a shower, got dressed and went to talk to my aunt. Soon she called me asking for forgiveness and thanking me for my silence. I must admit, I felt sorry for Aunt Marcia, after all, how she feels about Dad, that's how I feel. I wish I had that man all to myself, but since that was impossible, I wish I had at least that dick in my pussy whenever I wanted it. Go on... If you enjoyed the story comment, your vote, that would be a great incentive to continue narrating my adventures, kisses to everyone. Angela: Couple adventure. ctba