Eighteen year old daughter uses Daddy

I was over at Karen’s house across the street from mine. I had just turned eighteen and Karen was going to give me a pool party. We played games and talked about boys.

I already had my bathing suit on. It was new. It was a red two piece. The bottoms barely covered me. I liked them because the bottoms had cute little ties on each side which made it real easy to put on. My top was a tie also. It tied in back. It was the only tie. It didn’t matter much. It didn’t take much to cover my tittys. At eighteen I still had little boobies.

Karen and the rest of my friends kept talking about boys. None of us said we ever really did it. I mean go all the way. We surfed the net and saw naked men. But that was only pictures. We also saw men and women doing it. All of us wondered what it would feel like. One girl, Sandy said she saw the real thing.

“No way,” I said. “How could you see the real thing?”

“I saw my daddy’s once.”We all wanted to know how.

“He was in the bath room shaving. I went into their room to get a hair brush and the bathroom door was open a little. When I looked in he was naked. He just finished his shower and was standing by the sink.”

“What did it looked like?” I asked.

“Well, it was kinda big and it just hung down in front of him.”

“Was it like the ones on the net?”

“No, the ones on the net all pointed up in the air.”

We heard Karen’s mom coming up the stairs. “Girls, I’m afraid I’ve got bad news for you. I checked the pool and the chemicals are too strong. You won’t be able to go swimming until later tonight.”

“OK, mom,” Karen answered.

“Put on your clothes and come downstairs.”

All of the girls brought their clothes with them. I didn’t since I just lived across the street.

“I’m going home and change. I’ll be back later.”

I didn’t even bother to put on my shoes. All I had to do is run across the street.

I knew daddy was home. Mom went out with her sister and wouldn’t be back until late tonight. It was about seven in the evening. I been over at Karen’s since this morning.

I ran over to my house. The front door was unlocked since my daddy was home. I walked in and yelled. “Dad, I’m home. I came back to change. Where are you Dad?”

I looked in Dad’s den. The TV was on. It was the only light in the room. I walked in to say Hi. As I walked over to him, I noticed a lot of empty beer cans on the floor. Dad liked to drink on the weekends. He was sitting on the couch.

“Dad,” He didn’t wake up. I walked closer.

“Oh my God,” I thought. Dad was sitting on the couch in just his underwear. His thing was poking out from his underwear. I moved closer to get a better look. I never saw a real one before. It looked soft. I looked up at Dad. “Dad,” I said again. Nothing. I bet he was passed out again. Mom always said when he drank a lot he would pass out and nothing could bring him around. I stood between his legs to get a better look. I bent over and put my face real close. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“I’m really seeing a real one,” I thought to myself.

I reached out with my right hand and started to touch it. I drew it back. “What if he wakes up,” I thought. I just had to know what it felt like.

I slowly very slowly touched the top of it with my hand. It was warm and soft. I left my hand on top of it. I liked how it felt. I very gently started rubbing it. I noticed it didn’t seem as hard while I was rubbing it. It started moving. I drew my hand away and watched. It kept getting bigger. As it was getting bigger it started to point up in the air. I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was now pointing straight up. Dad was still passed out.

By : retired04

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