Headstrong Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Headstrong Ch. 03

... that mom found out, and it almost ruined everything. Mom cut him off from sex for a year, but then when she forgave him and tried to get him to resume - dad called it making "overtures" to him, which made me giggle - his penis just wouldn't work. Stayed limp and useless.

It broke my heart to see him so sorry, so wounded and sad, and I just needed to comfort him the way he had me. I held him, kissed his forehead, stroked his back, and the next thing I knew he was stroking me again. And I noticed his penis was hard and pushing against his pants.

And we were both horny as heck. I really wanted revenge on Ted, and needed to have some distraction - a penis in my pussy would be perfect! - from the crushing pain I felt, so I basically seduced my father. He tried to resist, but I kept stroking his dick until it took over his brain. And I got what I wanted.

OMG! Did dad fuck me good! Like a wild man! But, after that first fabulous, frenzied fuck, dad seemed really guilty and depressed, so I comforted him again. By putting his hands on my bare tits, which did make him feel better. The next thing I knew he was eating me out! OMG! The most fantastic orgasms ever! I literally screamed!

Then he fucked me again, wonderfully hard and fast, and I squeezed his dick and rubbed my vagina on it over and over. He'd made me come too many times by eating me out, so I made his penis keep shooting long after dad wanted to quit. Until he actually begged me to stop! Whew! I still get hot ...

... just thinking about it! Such fabulous sex bonded us, and I felt closer to dad than ever.

Once we could think again, we cleaned up and made a lot of noise as we went back in the house, pretending that we were just getting home. As opposed to being early like before, now we were late, really late, so we hurried.

Those damn groceries! I'd forgotten that I'd left them on the kitchen counter when we first arrived, and now they were sitting right in front of mom and Ted on the kitchen table. And the looks on their faces said it all. After they'd finished fucking, they'd come downstairs, discovered the groceries, and realized that we'd come home early. And caught them screwing. When they looked for us, they found dad and me fucking in the garage. Damn! Pretty unfortunate turn of events, n'est pas?

It was an impossibly awful situation, made worse by mom seeing the big ooze of dad's cum running down my leg. My vagina resizing after being spread and reamed so thoroughly pushed out a big glob just as we were walking into the kitchen and there'd just been no way to wipe it up. This was going to be a horrible scene! The absolute worst!

But then it wasn't. Mom just handled it. She told Ted and me to go upstairs and talk. To sort things out. She and dad were going to talk in the kitchen, and later we'd have a family conference.

When we got to his room Ted had such a pathetic look on his face! I've heard the term, "hangdog," and it sure fit him. From the pain in his eyes, I was ...