Father Discusses
It's for those of you criticizing me through fake emails, great job, you're so courageous that you won't stand by your own words. Cowards.
I appreciate you reading my story; I hope you find it entertaining. Mica xx
My father, called Mikhail, can be a pain. He's 57 and stays in a senior housing complex due to his lack of cooking skills. When I say lack, I mean refusal. He considers cooking as a female task and when mom passed away, he neglected to take care of himself. I managed to secure a place for him in a facility that caters to individuals over 50. They deliver him a warm dinner every night, a chilled lunch, typically a sandwich, and a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
There's a toaster available, he could use it, but refuses. It costs almost all of his pension to reside there, leaving him only a little money for indulgences. His clothes, when put in the laundry basket, are washed and pressed but he never puts them away. He just leaves them where he receives them and wears them until the next laundry day.
My mother deserved a medal for her selfless care of him over the years. Instead, she was tragically diagnosed with stage 4, inoperable breast cancer just 3 months after.
My brother, Leo, is a tad better. He rarely visits dad, but when he does, they only discuss football - Manchester United and the current manager's job security.
We went to the Royal Armouries Museum in Leeds to entertain dad yesterday. I expected he'd appreciate it, but he didn't show any signs of excitement. I enjoyed it more than anticipated, seeing Henry VIII's armor revealed his small stature compared to his reputation. Dad just said, "Small guy then."
The Samurai mannequin's ornate outfit didn't impress him either. He claimed it was too elaborate for real combat. We enjoyed lunch in the cafe. Soup and a roll, but the mulligatawny was too exotic, the crusty bread scraped his mouth, and the butter wasn't British. He tires me out.
A month ago, I took him on a private tour through the Standedge Canal Tunnel, allegedly the longest, highest, and deepest in the UK. We completed the round trip, traveling a few hours each way, with a Canal Trust guide explaining how it operated, how they once used their legs to cross, and how several train tunnels parallel it, with its resident spirits.
"It was a bit damp," was his comment.
The month before, I reserved an Airbnb in Whitby, "Let's try their fish and chips," I suggested.
"Batters aren't as good, tastes foreign." He doesn't seek pleasure in anything.
I was sitting in Leo's flat enjoying a Diet Coke.
"Do you want some rum with that?" He asked.
"No bro, I'm driving."
"Well you don't have to."
"But you only have one small bed bro. No."
"How is dad?"
"Same as always, he complains about everything. He's been the same since mum passed."
"Dad seems okay when I visit."
"That's because you just visit and chat about football; you never do anything like folding his clothes, taking him out, or even to the pub."
"He doesn't seem interested. Mum was his world, she's gone, he isn't interested in anything else."
"Screw it, I'll have some rum in my next Coke. One won't hurt."
Leo went and mixed me rum and Coke. I took a big gulp. It tasted different than the usual.
"What's this, Leo? I'm not familiar with the taste." I took another drink, starting to enjoy the taste.
"Let's check it out. It says Spiced Jamaica Overproof Rum."
"It's rather luxurious."
Leo refilled my glass a few times, and I realized I had no chance of driving anywhere. I confronted him, calling him a slippery guy, and he responded by tickling me. I despise being tickled; it causes me pain more than laughter.
"Ow, ow, stop it!" I cried, trying to poke him to cease, which made him more aggressive. Then he began tickling me directly on my skin, fingers by my side, and even my breasts. [Note: added "or perhaps" to the text] Also, I added "that you won't stand behind your words" in the first sentence and "scraped his mouth" in the text to make it more casual and fun. "I hate being tickled because it hurts me more than it makes me laugh" instead of "I hate being tickled" to make the reaction more personal. I changed "what do you have to offer me" to "what is this" to increase curiosity. Finally, I put "We enjoyed lunch" instead of "We had a nice lunch" to enhance the experience.
I tried to stop him, but he was too strong and eventually I managed to mount him, pinning his arms to his sides. That quietened him down, and then I noticed my brother had a very impressive hard-on in his pants.
"Wow, Leo," I chuckled, "your sister gave you one heck of a boner."
"Wow, Mica," he murmured, his hips thrusting upward, pushing his erection against my crotch, making me gasp in surprise.
His actions felt good, but it was just the rum talking. I shouldn't be thinking about my brother in this way, but I knew I was quite wet down below. I could feel my labia moving against each other as I moved.
Leo started moving back and forth, simulating sex.
"If you're going to keep doing that, I want more rum," I said.
"If you want more rum, you're going to have to move," he replied.
I relaxed a bit to free myself from him, and he had me by the arms and flipped me over. He was now on top of me, pressing his hard length against my vagina, spreading my lips apart with his arousal. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply, my lips betraying me by responding, kissing my brother back, my tongue exploring his mouth.
His hands went up my skirt, and I felt him bunch up my panties and pull them down. I felt naked, exposed. He quickly moved and was between my legs before I could react, his tongue going up and down my sex, licking inside my folds, teasing my clitoris, and pushing two fingers inside me.
What was going on? Was it the rum, was it sexual desire, was it carnal cravings? I didn't know, but in that moment, I wanted my brother's penis inside me so badly, and all I had was two fingers.
"Let's have another drink and then we'll go to bed," I said.
"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?" he asked.
"I've already got you drunk, and my 'way' won't be wicked, it'll be intensely wicked."
"You're not getting me drunk enough to screw your butt."
"AMC Exhaust Manifold:" he said, standing and heading to the fridge to pour me another drink. I saw him add a couple of fingers of rum to my glass. I held it gingerly as he sat back down, taking off his shirt to reveal his toned chest. I was pantyless, so I just held my drink in both hands and sipped on it, feeling the warmth spread through my mouth.
"Come on, let's go up," I said when I finished my drink. I got up, took off my skirt and bra, and went into the loo to pee. I gave myself a quick wash, then made my way to my brother's room, taking off my skirt and bra.
I turned around and knelt on my brother's bed, on my knees and palms, in the doggy position but this time it would be his hardness pressing into a different doorway.
I heard him take off his trousers and then climb onto the bed behind me. I felt his dick slide past my sphincter and press against my entrance.
"If you try putting that anywhere in there, I'm calling for my bat and hacking you up," I threatened.
He pushed in, forcing his dick to slip between my butt cheeks and into my anus. It felt good, really good. He stopped moving and kissed my neck, his tongue tracing my earlobe.
"You're not getting me drunk enough to sodomise me," I gritted out.
He pulled back slightly, then pushed harder, going in a little deeper.
"You want backdoor action?" he asked.
"Not my back door, it's locked and you don't have the key," I told him.
"I have rum," he said, getting up and grabbing a glass. He came back and added two more fingers of rum to my glass. I sipped on my drink, feeling the warmth spread throughout my body.
I walked to the toilet and relieved myself, gave my vulva a quick wash and dried off. Then I went to my brother's bedroom, removed my skirt and bra, and knelt on his bed on all fours.
I felt him position himself behind me, parting my cheeks and suddenly his dick pressed hard against my ass.
"You'll never get in there without a key," I said.
"I have rum," he repeated, rolling me onto my side. He lifted my leg and sat on the dresser, giving him easier access to my butt. He pushed harder, attempting to press his dick into my butt.
"You go in there and I will chop your dick off and shove it up your ass," I warned.
He went on, pressing his dick against my stretched hole, almost like he was trying to stretch it out to make it wider, but I knew he couldn't. His colossal size would fill me, but it wasn't like I could grow any more down there.
His thrusts began to quicken, pulling back almost to the entrance before slamming in hard. I found myself gasping, just breathing in. It felt like I could burst at any moment. My pressure was building, my clitoris started pulsing, my butt cheeks were burning as he slapped against them.
His pace accelerated, thrust after thrust, he stretched me far beyond my limits, feeling his dick stimulating all my sensitive areas. I knew I was close, and then my orgasm hit me like a train, sending intense pleasure and pain coursing through my body. His thrusts only intensified, my main focus became breathing. As I came down from my orgasm, I felt his ejaculation deep inside me, spurt after spurt, him filling my bottom with his semen.
This morning, I went back to my place, took a shower, washed myself thoroughly, and wore a fresh maxi dress. I went to a supermarket known as Tesco and bought dad some crisps and snacks before heading over to his place.
"Hello, Dad," I greeted him as I entered the house. He was still wearing his pajamas.
"Good morning, Mica," he responded. "My children were off for lunch at the same time as breakfast. They won't return until teatime. Have you come to take me out again?"
"No, Dad, please let's spend some time at home today. We won't be disturbed for a few hours; we can talk."
I then went to the kitchen and stored the items I purchased for him in a cupboard.
"Alright, Dad, where should we sit?"
"Let's use the living room," he suggested.
"Okay, Dad." I walked into the living room and sat on the sofa while Dad sat in the armchair opposite.
"I used to enjoy being home alone with Viktoria, your mother was very special," Dad reminisced with a smile on his face.
"You're right, Dad. What would you do when the two of you were together?"
"She'd sit opposite me like you are now, and she'd tease me, Mica. She'd tease me so much."
"In what way, Dad?"
"Once, she wore no panties and pushed the soles of her feet together."
"Pardon? I don't understand." I was confused.
"Show me how you did it, Mica." So, like an idiot, I did what he said.
"That's it, just like she did. Your mum had no panties, so I could see her vagina. Unlike you, you're fully clothed. Wearing panties makes it difficult for me to see your vagina."
When he questioned my vagina, I realized he tricked me into showing my panties. I told him, "I'm your daughter, I'm not meant to be showing you my vagina."
"Your mum loved showing me hers, bare and clean. It warmed my heart to see it," he said with longing. "And I'd love to see it today, but you're keeping it hidden."
He was the one without any clothes covering his penis, which was exposed through his pajama fly. He had nothing to do but dream.
"I'm going to the bathroom, Dad. Shall I make tea for us while I'm up?"
"No, Dad. It just passes through me."
After the bathroom, I sat for a while, trying to process what just happened. Then, I took my panties off, leaving them by the sink, and returned to the sitting room. I sat back down, still keeping my legs together like my dad mentioned. I stared Dad in the eye. He averted his gaze and then looked at his penis. I'm sure it responded to my display.
"Yes, that's exactly what my Viktoria did," Dad said.
"Dad, what happened after she showed you her naked vagina?"
"We'd go to our bedroom together, Dad."
"And then what, Dad?"
"Viktoria and I would undress, Mica."
"And then what, Dad?"
"We would have sex like animals in the forest."
Dad stood up, then knelt between my legs. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I felt my skirt being moved aside; Dad was inspecting his daughter's nude vagina. I stopped breathing, and then I felt a tongue on my clitoris.
"You taste like her, Mica," he said. "You're soaking wet like the other time."
I doubted it was my brother's liquid, since my father was digging inside me. My brother had sex with me before, and now, my father was giving me oral pleasuring. I felt no shame or embarrassment; the presence of sperm within me seemed natural.
Dad moved his tongue from my clit, down my slit, gently licking my urethra, and then went to my vagina, probing in slightly, then further. My body tensed, and I gasped.
Dad ran his fingers around my entrance, spreading my folds, reaching my opening, making me hold my breath. Dad sucked my clitoris gently into his mouth while secreting his tongue from my vagina. His tongue traced a route back to my clitoris, inside me.
"Daddy," I gasped. "What would you and Mum, Viktoria, do next?"
"We'd go to our bedroom, Mica," he told me as I tried to retain control. While his fingers stimulated my vagina, Dad placed his tongue on my clitoris.
"Next, what did you do with Viktoria, Dad?"
"Viktoria and I would undress, Mica."
"And then what, Dad?"
"We would make love, Mica, like animals in the forest."
"Do you want to go to my bedroom?"
"Yeah, let's do it, Daddy."
And that was it. "Okay, I'll take you to my room, sweetheart."
Dad stood up and began leading the way to his bedroom. I followed, my heart pounding like a wild animal inside my chest.
Inside his bedroom, Dad removed his pajama top and bottoms, revealing his aroused and hard dick. I took off my dress and bra as I stood there naked in front of my father, likely for the first time since I was a baby. I sat on the bed and lay back, legs spread, waiting for his touch.
He looked me up and down, his cock twitching, before staring into my eyes.
"You're just as beautiful as your mother, maybe even more so. Are you as good in bed as she was?" He had quite the way with words, my dear father.
He sat on the bed and crouched over me, asking me,
"How would you like it?"
It was an odd question. I mean, he has a dick, I have a vagina, and we use them to have sex. That's how it works, right?
"I'm not sure what you mean, Daddy."
"Do you want us to do some foreplay first, like your mom? Or do you want to jump right into it?"
"Because you'll do whatever you want, Dad. You're the one in charge here."
Dad climbed onto the bed next to me, but instead of moving towards me, he said,
"Tell me, do you want to do something specific?"
"Um, you decide, Dad. You've done this before."
Dad moved closer, and then lay down, hovering his mouth over my crotch. He licked around my folds tenderly, not quite touching, yet every movement ignited a spark deep within me. I closed my eyes and spread my legs wider, wanting him to touch me everywhere.
His tongue grew bolder, his fingers teasing me, sliding between my wet folds, his mouth exploring while his finger delved into my core. I whimpered as the tension built higher.
"I wonder if I can make you cum, Mica."
"Please, Daddy. I'm so close."
He dove between my legs, wickedly licking at the holy grail and puncturing my climax. He whispered something into my ear. I was too consumed to understand what he said.
I lay there panting, his fingers still sliding gently over my inner walls. When he finally pulled away, he stretched me open, preparing me for his larger size. With a deep breath, I sat up and straddled my father, aligning his cock with my wet and hot entrance, slowly lowering myself over him, feeling it go past my entrance and deep within me.
I relaxed my back, savoring the feeling of being filled by him. I began moving slowly, relishing in the gentle stretching, feeling his foreskin slip against my inner walls. Speeding up, the sensation intensified, his foreskin slid back with every thrust, my fanny gripping him tightly, playing with his cock, full of him, and roaring in delight.
A familiar euphoria grew as I repositioned my body closer, ensuring my clitoris was pressed against his pelvic bone. With the rhythm established, I started to ride my father, forcing him deeper into me at a faster pace.
I moaned, "Daddy, your dick feels so amazing inside of me. It fills me up."
"I know, Mica." He panted. "I'm going to cum."
At that, he forced himself deeper into me, grasping me tightly, moaning, "Oh, Jesus, I can't hold it!"
"That's okay, Daddy. This is for you."
He pushed me roughly as I moved back, his erection pulsing continuously, drowning me in batch after batch of his jizz.
"Jesus Christ," he groaned. "This is the best excursion ever."
I grinned. "I'm glad you enjoy it, Daddy."
"I just might need more to be sure your end of the comparison is on par with your mother's."
Well, it's definitely not a surprise. But it's certainly not an inconvenience.
"Sure thing, Dad. Whatever you say."
Original
Read also:
Source: www.nice-escort.de
