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Ever since she told me about this I haven't been able to get it out of mind. It's been the source of my masterbating on more than one occasion. Told from her point of view...
My mom died six years ago. We were the victims of a F4 tornado that ripped our house to shreds. We were all in the basement when it happened. A pipe burst and hit mom in the head. She stayed in a c*** for about a week before they took her of assisted breathing. She didn't last after that.
Dad and I moved to another state out west, tried to start over. Dad even tried dating again, but never went out with the same woman twice. I was supposed to go to college back on the east side, but I couldn't leave dad. I found a local college and continued to stay with him. However, to this day, storms still scare the daylights out of me.
"You still planning on going out with the girls tonight?" Dad asked.
"No," I replied.
"Why not?" He pushed.
I sighed and responded, "You know why."
"The storm front coming in tonight? Oh pumpkin you've got to get past this."
"Yeah well I'm not ready to. Not tonight. Why you got a hot date you're wanting to bring back?" I already knew the answer was no, but wanted to push back.
"Of course," he said sarcastically. "Who else would watch a Die Hard marathon with me?" A smile crept across his face.
Bruce Willis in the Die Hard movies was one of my weaknesses. "Ok, I'm in," I uttered.
In the middle of the second one the storm hit. Lightening flashed all around as the rain pounded on the walls. Thunder shook the house. I curled especially close to dad on the couch. It got worse and we lost power towards the end. So he decided on a candlelight snack at the kitchen table. I talked about college and he talked about work as the storm started to subside. By the time we were finished the power had come back on. We flipped over to the local news and they informed us that another storm would be coming in a couple of hours, quite possibly as bad or worse than the one that just came through.
It was getting late and we were both tired. I danced around the question, hoping he would ask but I did. "Dad, um can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Sure pumpkin, I know how you feel."
We went to our bedrooms and changed into our sleeping attire. Dad slept in a pair of boxers and I wore a sleeveless night shirt and panties. Dad's bed was king sized so there was plenty of room without being huddled together. We got in our separate sides, said our good nights and drifted off to sleep.
I awoke early in the morning to the sound of thunder. Spooked, I moved towards dad who was laying on his back. Laying on my side I inched towards him until my butt bumped his hand. It was not my intention. I just wanted to touch his arm for reassurance. I drifted back off to sleep.
I awoke again a little while later. This time it wasn't from the storm. Dad had placed his hand on my hip. I didn't think anything about it at first other than he must have rolled onto his side. But then I felt him pull me back into him. I was shocked to feel his cock rub against my asscheeks.
"Dad?" I whispered. I tried to turn my head to see if he was awake and then I heard him mumble something under his breathe. I held my breathe trying to be as quiet as possible to make out what he was saying. It was no use.
He began to rock his hips against me causing his cock to slid along my asscheeks. I wasn't sure what to do. I was afraid to wake him, but I didn't know how far this would go. I felt his cock starting to get harder and longer as he proceeded to hump my ass. Then his right arm slid under me and inside the arm hole of my nightshirt. He crossed over one breast to the other cupping it and drawing me against his chest. I could feel his breathe on my neck as the hairs stood up on it. I became paralyzed. I didn't know what to do. His finger and thumb played with my nipple and my guard was dropped at that point. I let out a soft moan and found myself yearning for more.
I started grinding my ass against his cock, meeting his rhythm. He played more intently with my nipple including the occasional tug. This was sending me to the next level and my moans of approval became more uncontrollable. Next his slid his hand off my waist under my night shirt and onto my panty covered mound. He began to rub me thru the material. I felt my juices starting flow intensely. He was now pushing me with his hand into him from behind. I parted my legs to give him better access. This went on for what seem like an eternity. Then he slid my panties to one side and dipped two of his fingers in. My juices covered his fingers allowing them to work their magic without any friction.
He finally murmured "Anna" which was my mom's name. I froze for a second, realizing that in his state he must think I was her. I felt guilty like I was trying to take her place. But all that went away as my orgasm kicked into high gear. To continue on with the fantasy, I whispered "Oh Charles."
He increased his speed both the humping and rubbing of my clit. I could feel the tip of his cock coming out of his boxers and rubbing against the bottom of my ass. The sensation was becoming too much, I was on the brink. I was pushing back against his hard cock as fast as he was pumping against me.
In a matters of seconds I erupted with my orgasm. I squeezed his hand between my legs and rode wave after wave. Every nerve of my body was on fire. I wanted to scream out but I didn't want to wake him. It was one of the best orgasms I ever had. And as soon as it was over, another one shot through me. It was smaller but just as intense. My mouth formed an O shape but I didn't let anything come out. Just then, dad must have joined me as I felt a warm liquid against my ass. I assumed he must have cummed because he held me tight as he did and I could feel it oozing down my asscheeks and legs.
"What? Huh?" He stammered as his orgasm awoke him. "Oh shit!" And he promptly removed his hands. He got up out of bed, my back was towards him. I laid motionless holding my breathe. I didn't want him to know I was awake. He whispered my name twice trying to see if I was awake. I shifted my body a little as if I was stirring in my sleep.
I heard him walk across the floor into the bathroom. I turned and stared at the door, wondering what he was doing. I waited and waited for him to come back. I then got up and crept to the door peering under it. I could see his feet and that he was sitting on the toilet. I then heard him moaning. "He must be masterbating" I thought. I wanted to open the door and help him, but I didn't know how he would have responded. I wasn't sure if he was thinking of me or mom and I wasn't prepared to find out. I got back in bed the same position that I was in. Before I drifted back off to sleep, I heard him come out and leave the bedroom.
Slightly disappointed I went back to sleep dreaming about what happened. When morning came we both acted like it never happened, even though deep down I wanted more.
My mom died six years ago. We were the victims of a F4 tornado that ripped our house to shreds. We were all in the basement when it happened. A pipe burst and hit mom in the head. She stayed in a c*** for about a week before they took her of assisted breathing. She didn't last after that.
Dad and I moved to another state out west, tried to start over. Dad even tried dating again, but never went out with the same woman twice. I was supposed to go to college back on the east side, but I couldn't leave dad. I found a local college and continued to stay with him. However, to this day, storms still scare the daylights out of me.
"You still planning on going out with the girls tonight?" Dad asked.
"No," I replied.
"Why not?" He pushed.
I sighed and responded, "You know why."
"The storm front coming in tonight? Oh pumpkin you've got to get past this."
"Yeah well I'm not ready to. Not tonight. Why you got a hot date you're wanting to bring back?" I already knew the answer was no, but wanted to push back.
"Of course," he said sarcastically. "Who else would watch a Die Hard marathon with me?" A smile crept across his face.
Bruce Willis in the Die Hard movies was one of my weaknesses. "Ok, I'm in," I uttered.
In the middle of the second one the storm hit. Lightening flashed all around as the rain pounded on the walls. Thunder shook the house. I curled especially close to dad on the couch. It got worse and we lost power towards the end. So he decided on a candlelight snack at the kitchen table. I talked about college and he talked about work as the storm started to subside. By the time we were finished the power had come back on. We flipped over to the local news and they informed us that another storm would be coming in a couple of hours, quite possibly as bad or worse than the one that just came through.
It was getting late and we were both tired. I danced around the question, hoping he would ask but I did. "Dad, um can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Sure pumpkin, I know how you feel."
We went to our bedrooms and changed into our sleeping attire. Dad slept in a pair of boxers and I wore a sleeveless night shirt and panties. Dad's bed was king sized so there was plenty of room without being huddled together. We got in our separate sides, said our good nights and drifted off to sleep.
I awoke early in the morning to the sound of thunder. Spooked, I moved towards dad who was laying on his back. Laying on my side I inched towards him until my butt bumped his hand. It was not my intention. I just wanted to touch his arm for reassurance. I drifted back off to sleep.
I awoke again a little while later. This time it wasn't from the storm. Dad had placed his hand on my hip. I didn't think anything about it at first other than he must have rolled onto his side. But then I felt him pull me back into him. I was shocked to feel his cock rub against my asscheeks.
"Dad?" I whispered. I tried to turn my head to see if he was awake and then I heard him mumble something under his breathe. I held my breathe trying to be as quiet as possible to make out what he was saying. It was no use.
He began to rock his hips against me causing his cock to slid along my asscheeks. I wasn't sure what to do. I was afraid to wake him, but I didn't know how far this would go. I felt his cock starting to get harder and longer as he proceeded to hump my ass. Then his right arm slid under me and inside the arm hole of my nightshirt. He crossed over one breast to the other cupping it and drawing me against his chest. I could feel his breathe on my neck as the hairs stood up on it. I became paralyzed. I didn't know what to do. His finger and thumb played with my nipple and my guard was dropped at that point. I let out a soft moan and found myself yearning for more.
I started grinding my ass against his cock, meeting his rhythm. He played more intently with my nipple including the occasional tug. This was sending me to the next level and my moans of approval became more uncontrollable. Next his slid his hand off my waist under my night shirt and onto my panty covered mound. He began to rub me thru the material. I felt my juices starting flow intensely. He was now pushing me with his hand into him from behind. I parted my legs to give him better access. This went on for what seem like an eternity. Then he slid my panties to one side and dipped two of his fingers in. My juices covered his fingers allowing them to work their magic without any friction.
He finally murmured "Anna" which was my mom's name. I froze for a second, realizing that in his state he must think I was her. I felt guilty like I was trying to take her place. But all that went away as my orgasm kicked into high gear. To continue on with the fantasy, I whispered "Oh Charles."
He increased his speed both the humping and rubbing of my clit. I could feel the tip of his cock coming out of his boxers and rubbing against the bottom of my ass. The sensation was becoming too much, I was on the brink. I was pushing back against his hard cock as fast as he was pumping against me.
In a matters of seconds I erupted with my orgasm. I squeezed his hand between my legs and rode wave after wave. Every nerve of my body was on fire. I wanted to scream out but I didn't want to wake him. It was one of the best orgasms I ever had. And as soon as it was over, another one shot through me. It was smaller but just as intense. My mouth formed an O shape but I didn't let anything come out. Just then, dad must have joined me as I felt a warm liquid against my ass. I assumed he must have cummed because he held me tight as he did and I could feel it oozing down my asscheeks and legs.
"What? Huh?" He stammered as his orgasm awoke him. "Oh shit!" And he promptly removed his hands. He got up out of bed, my back was towards him. I laid motionless holding my breathe. I didn't want him to know I was awake. He whispered my name twice trying to see if I was awake. I shifted my body a little as if I was stirring in my sleep.
I heard him walk across the floor into the bathroom. I turned and stared at the door, wondering what he was doing. I waited and waited for him to come back. I then got up and crept to the door peering under it. I could see his feet and that he was sitting on the toilet. I then heard him moaning. "He must be masterbating" I thought. I wanted to open the door and help him, but I didn't know how he would have responded. I wasn't sure if he was thinking of me or mom and I wasn't prepared to find out. I got back in bed the same position that I was in. Before I drifted back off to sleep, I heard him come out and leave the bedroom.
Slightly disappointed I went back to sleep dreaming about what happened. When morning came we both acted like it never happened, even though deep down I wanted more.
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