Hiking Trip with Dad - Sex Stories

Hiking Trip with Dad

... with what happened. But it does not need to continue. It’s inappropriate.”

My voice trailed off as my mind began to wander. Thinking about the night I spent at my parents house. In the guest room with my dad. When I woke up early.

I had blocked so much of that morning from my mind, because I didn’t understand.

—-I remember feeling… pleasure… No.. not feeling pleasure. WANTING pleasure. The mood in the room was like being in a fog. Not quite sure what was happening. I remember the bed shaking slightly from his motions. His hand was working at a steady pace. But what was that feeling?

I remember feeling something on my leg. It was his other hand, now that I think about it. His hand was rubbing on my thigh. I was tired and drifting in and out of sleep. His fingers tracing the crease of my skin between my thigh and ass.

I was on my back and remember having one knee bent up, my foot flat on the bed. His finger was tracing the outline of my ass. I remember feeling horny and sleepy. I wanted to moan but dozed off again. I heard him breathing hard and trying not to groan too loud. The light from the window was blocked as he stood in front of it. I remember making a soft whimper when something warm touched my thigh. Was it wet?

It was a damp cloth. He was gently rubbing my thigh with it. When I fully woke up later, he was watching tv and drinking coffee. My shirt was twisted and pulled up from my constant tossing and turning. One breast was fully exposed, my hard ...

... nipple taunting me with the tingle from the cool air. It took me a minute to realize the extent of the exposure. And I fixed it, not understanding why he had a grin on his face. —-

I staggered back as the memory came rushing back to my mind. How come I didn't remember all of this before?! How could I only remember this now?

I wanted to think this over. But he called from the kitchen that dinner was ready.

He always cooked such good food! I was excited for the steak and roasted veggies.

The smell of food filled the air. Aromas of pepper and garlic were enough to make me audibly moan. He looked up and smiled.

“I hope you always make that sound around me”

I didn’t understand, so I smiled and commented on the amazing food in front of me.

He brought the food to the table and we sat across from each other. It was a small table and occasionally our feet would touch.

The food was amazing, as I expected. The company… was leaving electricity in the air.

I couldn’t look up at him the way I did before today. I couldn’t see him as my dad. He was this sexy man who had just made me cum so hard in his tongue. And until a moment ago, I didn’t even realize that several years ago, he stroked his cock while touching me.

I looked over at him and saw his dark eyes just sinking into me.

I smiled as I took a piece of steak into my mouth.

The entire meal was wonderful and completely filled with sexual tension that I had never felt with him before.

Does this mean he ...