Daddy's reawakening - Chap 10 - Sex Stories

Daddy's reawakening - Chap 10

... eyebrow. “Ok, that’s it. Can I go?” She looked really uncomfortable, but it wasn’t just because I had cornered her. “That’s not all…” I suggested. “It started when I was a teen or so, and I didn’t quite get over it until I was.. a bit older…” “Hmm?” “I was probably like 25, ok.” “Twenty five?! But you and Tom” her ex husband, “started going out when you were 22?” “Well… you know. These things take time.” “So what do you mean by ‘had a thing for’ exactly?” She blushed. The red wine must have made her cheeks even redder. “Well.. um..” she stammered. “Look, I won’t judge you, that was a long time ago anyways. I just want to understand this thing you’re talking about is all.” “Well, so I used to, umm… I used to hear them at night.” “Hear who what now?”I pressed. I could see her squirming, she was trying to figure out a way to not have to say what was about to come next. “Mom and dad. You know, doing it.” She stressed the word ‘doing’. “But what does that have to do with all little girls wanting to marry their father?” I wasn’t letting her get away with not saying more. “I used to hear the two of them going at it. It sounded amazing. It sounded like pure pleasure. I wanted that. So I used to listen to them, and…” she sort of nodded knowingly. “Masturabte?” I asked/finished. She got even redder in the face. “Well, yeah.” “Oh my. You used to want daddy to fuck you?” It was crass, a bold move, but we were standing there in the kitchen, just inches apart, my hand on her hip and she ...

... had had a glass of wine. She sucked in her lower lip and her eyes looked down and to the right. “Yes.” She admitted. but then she turned around as if to get back to work. Clearly she had gone as far in this conversation as she wanted, hell further than she wanted. I just pressed up against her, my crotch into her ass, and brought my hands around the front of her hips. I leaned in to her ear, really close and in a coarse whisper said, “Tell me more.” I could sense the chill that went down her spine. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She breathed a few heavy breaths and pushed her ass into me. “I remember one night i could hear mom moaning and the slapping of their skin. I was so intrigued by it. I had heard it many times, and I knew, at least in theory, what they were doing. But it was still such a mystery to me. I couldn’t picture it. I didn’t know exactly what they were doing.” We began pressing into each other rhythmically. I think not looking at me was making it easier for her to speak these things out loud. “I had been listening to them for a while, this was by no means my first time. I usually heard them if I happened to wake up in the middle of the night. The first time I was both horrified and intrigued. I couldn’t tell if mom was in pleasure or pain. But eventually I realized that it was pleasure, or pleasure spiked with pain.” She was holding herself up by leaning on the counter, as she grinded into me harder and harder. There was no way she couldn’t feel my ...