It Was an Accident, Honest! - Sex Stories

It Was an Accident, Honest!

... name. I thought, 'Oh, he's checking to see if it's me he hears, I'll pop in on pop and confirm that I came back for a second.' I opened his bedroom door. There he is, rampant. He was masturbating. He was calling my name. He was cumming. A stunning moment in a girl's life, believe me. I wasn't offended, but I was surprised. I wasn't startled by the sight, but I was - uh . . . agog. I stared; I have a mental photograph of the vision, which I will never forget. I frankly liked what I saw, and noted, for later analysis, many factors which answered the queries that had arisen, when my father's hard-on had risen under my tush. He was big, make that BIG. Not monstrous, and I was not using a ruler to measure, but he must have been maybe eight inches, and nice and thick. So mom was not kidding, when she had let it slip, that "dad's dong was a strong long schlong." I remember laughing at the phrase at the time, slightly flushing, amazed that my mother would use it, or even speak it. He was circumcised, the head a wonderful plum color at the moment. Two blue veins slightly protruded along the shaft. He wasn't overly hairy, and I could see that his sacks were large and loose. And my goodness, did he have a lot of jism erupting from the tip! From his lips, he murmured once more, "Happy". I could tell he was, but he didn't mean that. It was obvious that he was thinking of me, because he then added, "Sweetheart, I love you!" I wasn't about to respond, "I love you too, daddy!" Of course I ...

... do, and strangely enough, I did even more just then, knowing that he had sexual feelings for me. If it had been anybody but him, I would have said something either sarcastic or amusing. But seeing my father in a very human condition, with needs and desires and vulnerable; I simply loved him the more. I felt tender toward him. It was odd, but there it was . . . So I tried to close the door as quietly as I could. I thought I had, since he didn't call out to me, or curse, or make any kind of sound that would have acknowledged that he knew I had come upon him cumming. I silently as a kitten scurried to my room, grabbed my wallet and slipped out of the house. Driving away with a minimum of noise, I hoped that the whole thing would be as if it had never happened. But it had. And DAMN! I realized I was damp between my thighs. I had gotten turned on, and not even been aware, until I was making my getaway. But I couldn't deny the fact that my dad was one sexy dude and I had seen him in action! In action and calling my name as he came! What about that! What about that? I stopped the car a half mile from the house and tried to sort out things. What had happened, not the events, but the images? Why had he called out my name, not the reason, but what did it reveal about his feelings? What were my emotions about this? What was the impact on our relationship? What did it mean for the future? What would it lead to, or perhaps nothing would come out of it? Well, something did come out of the ...