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Stefanie’s Diary
Date: 3/23/2024, Categories: Diary , Blowjob Cum Swallowing Erotica Incest Author: lucifrix
... decided to just walk into his bathroom because he never locks the door, but I decided it would be better to wait, as agonizingly long as it was. I’d already spent most of the day waiting at various times for whatever reason. (See above ↑) Well, the bathroom door finally opened and he’d stepped out into his room (you know, ‘cause the master bathroom is attached to the master bedroom and all) before spotting me and he was startled by my appearance. And yes, he was totally naaaaaaaaaked! ♥ “Oh, Stefi!” he said with a start and started to cover himself up. “Dad, please, don’t bother,” I said, shaking my head and grabbing his hand. “Uh?” He didn’t know what to say. I had already ran through my head a hundred times what I had planned to say at this moment. “I want you to lie down on your bed and let me massage that mean-old achy shoulder of yours!” “Uh, really?” “Absolutely. I can’t stand seeing you in pain.” “Well, that sounds really nice, sweetie. Here, let me put something on…” “Don’t be silly,” I quickly interrupted him and started pushing him towards his bed. “But honey, I’m naked…” “No, really,” I said sarcastically as I continued to push him towards his bed. “Don’t you want me to cover up first?” “Look, dad, do you shower with clothes on?” “Of course not. I’m…” “Do you sleep with clothes on?” “Uh, no…Where is this going again?” “Are you cold?” “Hardly.” “Dad, you sleep naked, and I’ve known that since I was ...
... little.” “Okay, Stef, what’s your point?” I was trying to appear calm and collected, but my heart was racing a mile a minute inside me, super nervous that he would totally nix my well-crafted plans. “Well, my point is this, that it is totally silly to put on clothes between your shower and when you go to bed unless you’re cold.” My dad looked at me with his signature raised eyebrow and said, “Oh, and you don’t put on clothes after you shower, missy?” I hadn’t expected him to turn the tables on me. “Well, that's different. I shower in the morning.” He still gave me the squinty-eye and said, “Riiiiiiight.” Then he climbed onto his bed and lay down on his belly as he said “Well, alright. You want to massage your naked father. I can live with that.” My heart skipped a beat. Was he onto me? I mean sure, I wanted to help him with his shoulder and all, but it really was a ploy so I could see him naked again. Shit! Act cool, Stefi… So, okay, I massaged him and all and he really appreciated it. Massage, massage, massage. I can’t think of an exciting way of describing it, but he seemed to enjoy it. I was even bold enough to massage his butt (my dad has a pretty nice butt) and he didn’t say a word—not one word! He just hummed the same way like when I was working on his shoulders. The whole time I was working up the courage to get him to turn over. “Alright! Ready for your front now?” “Uh, I’m cool like this…very comfortable, ...