Sheila's Story - Sex Stories

Sheila's Story

... before. The TV was on with a movie. I asked, "What movie is this?"

He told me, "I have no idea. It's the same station you had on last night. I tuned it on for you. It doesn't matter to me if the TV is on or off."

I didn't care if the TV was on either, so I told him, "I think I'm going to turn it off then." I wasn't tired and knew I was ready to go to sleep. But I didn't want to put him in a position where the TV would have nudity or sex scenes, and his penis involuntarily reacted.

Once I turned it off, we were in complete darkness and silence. Dad wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into him. As he did the night before, he put his hand under my shirt, resting his hand on my stomach while his groin pushed against my bare ass. My vagina reacted instinctually with moisture again. I could feel my heart rate increasing with every movement he made. This time, I felt my nipples harden. Like an idiot, I never once thought about my body's involuntary responses, only his. I knew there was no way I was getting any sleep tonight.

After a few minutes, my dad slowly moved his hand. Softly, he traced it to my hip, tracing his fingers down my thigh, then back to my hip. I think he was curious if I had clothing on. The movement of his hand gave me chills, causing my body to get goosebumps. I believe Dad realized he caused the goosebumps because he continued this movement repeatedly. My heart rate was through the roof, my brain was spinning, and my pussy was getting wetter with ...

... every touch. I was attempting to stay as still as possible to not scare my dad off from what he was doing to me. He was making me feel incredibly lustful, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I knew it was wrong; I did not care.

Dad's hands began to explore more of my body. He traced his fingertips lightly along the side of my body, brushing under my breasts. Again, Dad gave me the chills. I was losing control and didn't know how long I could keep still. His hand was now between my breasts; he slowly, softly, started his downward motion, stopping at the top of my mound. His hand then went back to my hip, lowering it to the crease of my ass and thigh. Bringing back to the top of my mound. I lost control and let out a hushed moan, "Ooohhh...daddy...mmpphh..." I realized I had lost control of the situation. I did not want control back. The fact was, I knew this was so wrong; it made me feel more excited.

"You like it, Baby?" my dad asked.

I cooed, "Yes, Daddy. Your rubbing feels so good."

He asked, "Do you want me to rub your back?"

"Yes, that would be amazing." Was the first thing I thought of so, I said it.

I rolled over onto my stomach as my dad lifted my oversized T-shirt over my head. I was now completely naked while my dad positioned himself between my legs. Dad started at my shoulders with his powerful hands gripping me. He dug his fingers into my flesh, moving them all over my back, stopping when he got to my ass. Then he slowly made his way back to ...