Hiking Trip with Dad - Sex Stories

Hiking Trip with Dad

... wanted more? But what would happen if I gave in? Would he only want it one time?

“Dad,” I began. “I need to know what you want. I don’t know what is happening, and I need to know so I can understand what comes next.”

He looked at me with a serious expression on his face and said, “I don’t know. I know you want to think I know everything, but I don’t.”

“Dad I…”

He interrupted, “I couldn’t help myself. I don’t know what is happening and I don’t know what comes next. I don’t want to pressure you. So just say the word, and we can spend our time on opposite ends of the cabin.”

“Daddy… I trust you. You always take care of me. And even if neither of us understand what is happening, I know you would never try to harm me.”

I stood and took the dishes to the sink. As I began washing them, he walked into the other room.

That night, we sat on the front porch and played a game of checkers. I was wearing pajama shorts that looked more like underwear, and a tank top. It was warm out, but there was still a soft breeze that teased at my nipples.

I think he pretended not to notice. But I knew if I had made an attempt to hide them, it would have drawn more attention to that very thing. So we played checkers and sipped on some wine. We talked about a new house he might buy and a new job I might take.

It was late, and I decided it was time for bed. He agreed. We headed back inside and down the hallway to our separate rooms. That night, I couldn’t sleep at all. I was ...

... sure he would have come to visit me before morning. But he didn’t. I don’t know exactly what happened between us.

But I do know, my dad made me cum with his mouth. And now all I want is more. I want to feel his hands on me. I want to feel the pleasure his mouth can give me. I want to know what his cock feels like. What it looks like! I want to feel him inside me. Owning my body.

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I fell asleep to these thoughts. I woke up to the sun shining on my face. The gentle warmth kissing my skin as I lay on top of the covers. I could hear the birds chirping as the light continued to brighten the room.

I decided that maybe it was just a one time thing, between me and Dad. Maybe he just needed to get it out of his system. And I would be okay with that. I wanted my dad to feel better. He hasn’t had a lot of happy days in the last several years, and I really wanted to make him smile again. If yesterday made him happy, I can live with it. I wouldn’t beg him for more. I wouldn’t make him feel bad for that. We are both consenting adults. It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it.

I put on a long t-shirt and shorts. Tied my hair up in a high ponytail, and headed to the kitchen. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled food. Bacon and coffee were the main course today. And probably every day, if I could wish it true!

Dad was sitting down at the table, doing a crossword puzzle. He looked up at me and smiled when I walked in.

I wanted to be casual and not push anything.

“Hey Dad. ...