A Fixation on Taylor's Father Figure
Although this text is purely fictional, I'll continue with the story.
Our dinner table had an oversized cover that hung over the table edges. It provided the perfect opportunity to make Dad's day. Sitting close to him, I surreptitiously slid my hand under the table, trailing it slowly towards my dad's knee. I could feel his gaze on me, fixated on my chest. It was playing with fire, but the anticipation was driving me wild.
As my fingers approached his lap, I locked eyes with Dad. I saw surprise flicker in his eyes as he looked down and noticed my hand's trajectory. However, that surprise quickly faded away, replaced by the excitement of what was about to happen. With a sly smile, he glanced back at the conversation happening at the table.
Hunched slightly, my hand continued its journey. I glanced at Mom, who was still deep in conversation. Smart, she appeared oblivious to the silent game unfolding. She never noticed the cover moving, exposing Dad's bulge. I could barely contain my excitement. My heart seemed to thump against my chest as I prepared to reach my goal.
Finally, my fingers brushed against his tent, tickling the sides of his semi-erect shaft. I felt a startled gasp as Dad shifted in his seat to hide his arousal. I could feel my pussy weeping. The closeness of his groin against my thigh sent rippling shocks of pleasure through my body. I locked eyes with Dad for a brief moment. His face was bright red, and there was an unreadable expression on his face. Then, he recomposed himself and shifted slightly back to face the conversation.
At that moment, I felt relief. I did it. I wanted to let go of the cover to gauge his reaction, but I remained frozen in place as the tension built. As the evening continued, I couldn't concentrate on the conversation. My mind wandered, imagining how Dad's cock would feel in my hand. I was filled with a heady cocktail of arousal and fear that our family bond was at stake.
At another level, I knew how meddling and dangerous my idea was. Still, in the corner of my mind, I was excited by how close our family was to sexual self-destruction. Despite the potential risks, a devious idea had foisted upon them.
Harshly, I reminded myself that it was almost done. In a matter of minutes, I'd finish the job and live with the consequences. There would be no going back. The thrill increased as I contemplated the outcome. I couldn't help but hope for some type of acknowledgment, a smile, a look of knowing, or—if I'm really lucky—a moan.
Then, before I could think too deeply, I pictured Dad's shameful expression, fumbling to cover his crotch and hurriedly stand up, explanations clumsy and incoherent. Just as I envisioned this horrid scenario, my fingers reached for his tent. I felt the distinctly different texture - just a few centimeters between a moments satisfaction and social disaster. I licked my lips, watching him trying to conceal his arousal, but I knew it was too late. With decisive resolve, I snatched my hand back and stood up abruptly. As I clattered the chair back, our false conversation was cut short.
While pretending to go to the bathroom, I grabbed a banana. Swiftly, I peeled it, exposing a yellow fruit with a subtle curve, similar to his shaft. When I returned to the table, I sat without making a sound. My body tensed, but my hand shook as I held up my phone and started recording a voice memo. I then continued eating my meal.
As my fingers reached his leg, I swiftly took action. I encapsulated my father's private parts through his trousers, softly rubbing them with my skillful digits. His abrupt reaction caused him to spill some of his meal. He hastily gazed down, then fixed his eyes on me with widened orbs. I could see trepidation and uncertainty in them, but there was also a deep, potent desire.
"Dear? Everything alright?" Mom inquired.
"Just spilled something. You know how clumsy I can be sometimes." Dad responded nervously.
Thankfully, Mom wasn't paying heed to me, which was beneficial as my massage was proving successful. My dad's penis had now gained its complete erection. I didn't mind it being small. I merely cared that it was his.
"So, honey? How's school treating you?" Mom inquired, now directing her attention towards me.
"All's great, mom." I responded, my hands remaining busy on my dad's manhood.
Dad was now twisting uneasily in his chair, but this didn't cease me. My fingers delved into his zipper, uncovering his private area. I heard Dad's breathing intensify. I was completely drenched and fully committed to sodomizing Dad under the dinner table. This whole scenario felt thrilling. Mom was right there, unaware that her husband was on the verge of receiving a handjob. A handjob from his own daughter, at that.
"Any guys catch your attention?" Mom asked.
"Actually... I'm quite fond of this one fellow." I said ambiguously.
Slowly, I pulled my dad's trousers down slightly to begin this heavenly encounter.
"Oh?"
"Yep, he's a bit older, but I find myself drawn to him." I remarked with a smirk.
I managed to remove Dad's trousers completely, exposing his manhood to my touch. I maintained my distance, revelling in the sensation of his hard penis in my hand.
"Ever met this guy?" Mom queried.
"Mhm." I confirmed.
Dad was now wriggling violently in his chair, but this wasn't sufficient to deter me. My hands caressed his pubes, teasing him with pleasure. From the corner of my eye, I saw Dad shuddering. I bit my lip in excitement. I moved lower, finally capturing his precious dick in my grasp.
"Oh?"
"Yup, you've met him." I asserted.
Dad, ensconced in his own realm, looked utterly anxious. He was aware of the dangerous game I was playing. I would speak not a word, though. I was merely teasing him.
"Mhm." I replied.
I resumed my intense stroking, and my dad's eyelids fluttered shut. Mom was entirely unaware. I'm sure she was thinking about all the gentlemen in my life. She could conjecture endlessly but would be unable to deduce the individual who lay right beside her. A man she knew intimately.
"Hmm, who could it be?" Mom mulled over.
"Endless possibilities." I responded with a snigger.
My hand slowly returned to Dad's tool, and I increased my rate of stroking. Dad's fingers clutched the armrests of his chair firmly, his face twisted in unbearable pleasure. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist expressing his joy for much longer.
"And you're certain this person's named D?" Mom puzzled.
"Absolutely." I giggled. [Dad released his pent-up tension and ejaculated] "I think I'm done. Should we head back, honey?" Mom inquired, unaware of the sexual activities that had taken place under the dining table.
[Spit] I lubed up my hand and continued to stroke Dad's dick. This time, I gripped his🔨 tool even harder to heighten the experience. I heard Dad groan. Mom seemed to realize something off in the background, although she didn't comprehend what was happening.
"Dear? Are you feeling okay?" Mom inquired, concerned.
"I'm fine." Dad responded with a shaky voice.
"Mom, I'm not certain you should sit there any longer." I lied, knowing she would be horrified to learn I had just given her husband a sexual experience.
Dad was still treasuring every moment in this fantasyland. Mom remained lost in deductive thought, striving to decipher who the mystery intimacy partner could be. The entire situation was amusing.
"Could it perhaps be Alex?" Mom pondered.
"No." I replied, pronouncing the 'p' sound audibly.
I sped up my pace and maintained my firm grip. Dad's facial expression switched abruptly, his shudder transpiring into moans. Mom inquired, concerned:
"Well... I'm out of educated guesses. Pray tell, who is it?" Mom requested.
"It is someone whose name starts with a D." I divulged, snickering.
"Alright, Dad. Time for redemption," I thought as I put a stop to my parents' dinner conversation.
Mom stared in disbelief as I pushed Dad's chair back, revealing my bare chest. "What's going on?" she asked, concerned. Dad couldn't even react as I crawled between his legs.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," I mumbled before nestling my mouth against his groin. With a mischievous grin, I began licking every inch of his swollen manhood, tasting his salty essence.
Dad's eyes bulged as he looked down at me. Right as I swallowed his head whole, I heard Mom say, "What's that? Taylor, are you okay? You've been so quiet all night."
Dad's responses were muffled with my mouth around his dick. "Yeah, everything's fine, Mom," I murmured around his shaft.
The tingling sensation of his member in my mouth was overwhelming, but I could feel his balls getting charged again as he sent more and more cum down my throat.
Just then, Mom stood up and exclaimed, "I noticed that Taylor didn't come back!" Her eyes were fixed on Dad as she asked, "Did she say where she went?"
"Yes, sweetie," Dad said quickly, "She had to go the bathroom!"
I gave a short laugh, knowing how close I was to giving Dad the blowjob of his life. His glans twitched against my tongue. If only Mom knew the truth.
"Oh, okay," Mom said as she returned to her seat. Dad sighed with relief.
Sensing the opportunity to be even more naughty with my parents, I placed a hand on Dad's thigh and slid it up to grope him between his legs. He tried to stifle a groan, but the hot air in the room made it difficult.
I was majorly into oral sex so far, and the sight of Dad's dick slamming against my mouth was every bit as arousing as I had imagined. I tugged at his scrotum while I licked his root, causing him to hiss.
I then took a few moments, enjoying the feeling of him in my arms. Warmth spread through my body as I teased his balls and Mr. Squeezy. He was still hard as a rock.
"Mom and Dad need to eat more for me to have the vocals," joked my mom, stabbing another meatball. "No dinner for us yet...oh, wait, what-what's Taylor up to?"
She looked at Dad, who was shivering from my mouth's action. "What is she-"
"She's fine, just taking her time with her dinner," he grunted, grimacing. "I think it's your turn now, dear."
Mom wasn't fooled by his response. She looked around the table, and sensing the electric air between Dad and me, she whispered, "I can see that," before going back to her meal. One foot tapped impatiently under the table, my cue to quickly withdraw my hand from between Dad's legs.
I returned to my chair and finished with a soft groan. "I loved the sight of it. So juicy I had to suck it clean," I said innocently as I picked up my glass of water.
It was time to have some fun.
But before I could do that, a thought struck me. "Oh, Mom, did you notice Dad's pants are stuck at his ankles? I think he got trapped in them!"
As Mom jumped up to help, Dad said, "Hurry! They're slipping down."
Mom returned looking angry and confused. "You've been stuck in your own pants?"
"Yes, I tripped over something with this steak," he lied.
While Dad pulled his pants and boxers up, I hatched a plan to show him some special treatment later, when my parents weren't paying us any attention again.
Finally, we resumed our dinner, a smile smeared across my face. I couldn't wait.
"Everything's fine, Mom. Let's just eat." Dad requested, sounding a little deeper than before. Mom softened up, and we ate the rest of our dinner without further suspicions.
When it was clear we had finished, and no one was watching, I reached over and unzipped Dad's pants, pulling out his rather large member. His quick inhalation and the jolts of excitement I felt were proof positive.
So that's what I did. I opened my mouth and took one of his balls in. I swished it around my mouth, making sure to enjoy the heat. Dad's sack was covered in hair, but it didn't stop me from sucking every last drop off his taste buds. I popped the left one out and got to work on the right, doing the same thing I did to the other one.
Dad's hips jerked due to the sucking. His dick begged for attention.
By now, saliva had coated his balls. I aimed for his penis in front of my face. It stood, well, not so tall, but Dad was hard. I slowly licked him from bottom to top like it was a lollipop. Except I liked the taste of this one a lot more.
At this point, I had tuned out the environment around me. I didn't care anymore about anything other than his sperm tube. My goal was to suck on my father's pecker. I slowly started on the fleshy tip. I sucked and licked it. Dad's hips were still twitching, but he needed to be patient. It would be better this way. After a while, I had gone all the way down his member. It caught him off guard, so I heard him breath softly, but not enough to alarm my mother. I kept up my rhythm with his hips.
"Dear, are you even paying attention?" Mother inquired, visibly annoyed.
Uh-oh. Mom's mad now...
I heard the chair scrape the ground and Mom made her way towards Dad. Dad fucked his chair into place to hide what was happening below the table. I didn't care, I carried on sucking.
"Of course I was, love!" Father responded.
It sounded like Mother had made it to Dad.
"How about letting me give you some extra attention?" Mother offered.
What?
"What?" Dad asked, confused, just like me.
Dad grunted from surprise and I could hear Mom and Dad lock lips for a while. If what I was doing wasn't already sexually arousing, then this was. Both of my parents were making out while I was sucking him off.
My hand wandered towards my vagina. I began furiously rubbing my clit. I needed some relief. This situation was too good to be true and I knew an incredible orgasm was coming as a result.
"Dear, when did you become such a good kisser?" Mother asked, panting.
Probably because he's getting his penis sucked...
"I guess I'm just motivated, love." Dad responded with a worried giggle.
"Awwww." Mother retorted, taking the compliment.
Dad's hand reached me and he used my mouth as his plaything. He shoved his penis violently back and forth in my mouth. I didn't gag, seeing as I had no gag reflex. I was proud of this discovery.
"Yes! Use me! Stick it up your daughter's throat!"
My thoughts swirled as his mouth continued its assault. Dad and Mom started kissing each other again.
"How about we try the special thing you like tonight?" Mom whispered.
Whatever "special thing" Dad liked, it must have been mind-blowing for him to respond in that manner. He anchored himself all the way in me, knees popped, and he fired more thick, creamy blasts of his sperm down my throat. His grip in my hair disappeared, but I didn't care. I was literally buried in his fur and he was giving everything he had.
What more could I have desired?
After Dad's cum began to see the effects of the seventh release, I felt him soften. He pushed his pudgy head out of my mouth and I made sure to lick him clean from his nuts to the tip. I needed to get rid of all the remnants. I didn't want my Mother to be suspicious.
"I'm going upstairs. Waiting for you." Mother said, making her way up the stairs.
I guess Dad was going to get lucky. Again.
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