How I got addicted to my dad's cock

I love my dad.

I am a twenty seven year old woman, married with two kids, four and two. I live close to my parents. As I am married a few blocks away from home to a man called Dave, a sweet man, I love him in many ways. He is a good man and he believes I am a good woman. Well I am. But there is one way in which I am not. I regularly have sex with my dad. I am not planning to stop because I think I am addicted to it. This is the story of how it happened. A narration of how I got addicted to daddy's cock.

I had just turned fifteen when the accident happened. One wrong step on the stairs on school closing day and my arm snapped with a sickening crack. The doctor put it in a cast and a tight sling, telling me I’d need help for some time.At first mom used to bath me, dress me and care for me. But then after a few days, she travelled. As she usually did for she worked in an international company and travelled a lot. Mom had gone for a three day work trip that kept getting extended, my dad promised her that there was no need to hire help, he would care for me. So it was just Dad and me in the house.

At first it felt normal enough—him cutting my food, helping me dress, even brushing my red curls. But when it came time for baths, everything changed. I couldn’t wash myself properly, so he had to do it. His hands moved carefully over my skin, but I noticed the way his breathing changed whenever he touched me. The bulge in his pants grew obvious, pressing hard against the fabric while he rinsed soap from between my legs or dried the inside of my thighs. I stayed quiet, pretending not to see it, even as heat flushed through me each time. Maybe it's because I missed my then boyfriend (we are married now) , Dave, that's why I got so wet or maybe dad was missing mom and that's why he got HARD.

It started with him giving extra attention to some body parts as he cleaned me. At first it was the nipples, then fingered the belly button claiming there was some dirt inside. Then later he gave extra attention to cleaning my pussy and asshole claiming if that area wasn't cleaned well, it would smell. He fingered my asshole. And for the pussy, he would rub it, fondle it clean and circle my clit.

Sometimes I came accidentally as he cleaned me. And he pretended not to notice. Maintaining a neutral face. I knew he was just pretending because of the huge bulge that seemed to stay that way during our baths. I could have raised it but I liked it. At times I would try to finger myself after but my left hand was so useless and I couldn't come. I knew he was probably touching himself too. I felt like I could rape a man if I could. I really needed some good fucking. I missed my Dave. And him and his family were in France for vacation.

One day, as I sat on the edge of the bathtub with my right arm wrapped tight in a sling, the cast still damp from the shower spray. My skin pickled from the cool air, nipples tight, and I felt completely exposed even though the towel was draped across my lap. Dad knelt in front of me, his hands gentle as he finished drying between my thighs. That day I hadn't come as he "cleaned me." The thick ridge in his sweatpants had been there the whole time, pressing hard against the fabric every time he leaned in closer. He looked so well endowed, seven inches if I wasn't wrong.

He swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the bare folds between my legs. "Sweetheart… Just for a minute. Let me put my mouth on you. I promise I won’t do anything bad. I just… need to taste and see if it's clean. Please."

That was the lamest lie I'd ever heard in my life. But I wanted him to. My heart hammered. I glanced at the obvious bulge, then back at his flushed face. I could have waited till schools reopened then my boyfriend would do it to me but in that moment I was so horny, slowly I spread my knees a little wider on the cool tile. "Okay, Dad. Just… a little."

He exhaled like he’s been holding his breath for hours. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh first, then dragged his tongue higher until it parted my folds. The first slow lick made my hips twitch. I had never felt anything like that before. He groaned against me, the vibration traveling straight through my clit, and started licking in long, hungry strokes. His tongue circled, flicked, then pushed inside, tasting every inch while his hands held my thighs open.

I watch his cock throb visibly in his pants, a wet spot forming at the tip on the pants, but he kept his promise—no fingers inside, no grinding against me, just that hot, wet mouth working between my legs. My good hand gripped the edge of the tub as the pleasure built fast and sharp. He sucked my clit between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly, and I felt myself getting slicker against his face.

"Dad…" I breathed, legs trembling. He moaned louder, burying his face deeper, licking and sucking like he was starving. The wet sounds filled the small bathroom, mixing with my shaky breaths. He did not stop until my thighs clamped around his head and my whole body shuddered through a sudden, intense orgasm, coating his tongue.

When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were shiny. He looked up at me, breathing hard, erection still straining painfully in his pants. "It's clean," he whispered, voice hoarse. "And… thank you.".

He lifted me from the edge of the tub with both arms, one sliding under my knees and the other cradling my back. My cast pressed against his chest while my good arm looped around his neck. Water dripped from my skin onto the floor as he carried me down the hall to my bedroom. I kept my face tucked against his shoulder, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat.

When he lowered me onto the sheets, I refused to release my grip. My fingers stayed tangled in the hair at the back of his neck. "I know you want to fuck me," I whispered. He shook his head looking away. "You can fuck me" I said. He hesitated. But I did not let him speak, I begged, "Please daddy, fuck me."

He turned looked at me hungrily with hooded eyes. I could see the struggle going through his mind yet he was breathing heavy. I placed my lips on his. His self control broke and his mouth claimed mine immediately. The kiss turned deep and wet, his tongue sliding against mine while his hand roamed down my bare stomach. I reached between us, rubbing the hard length still trapped inside his pants. My fingers worked the pants until his cock sprang free, thick and hot in my palm. I wrapped my hand around it though it could barely fit around my palm, I stroked from base to tip, feeling it pulse and grow even harder.

"Daddy, I need your cock inside me," I begged against his lips.

He growled low in his throat and climbed between my spread thighs.

"So pink, so young" He said as he kissed me. He used a finger to prepare me.

"You’re not a virgin, Tammy." he said as he pushed inside. Seven inches. And it was fat. So big. I felt full, maybe too big, but still took it. He began moving and I was almost embarrassed by my super went cunt that made obscene sounds. And the fact that I could not stop moaning. He asked. "Little slut. Who has been fucking you?"

"Ooh I have a aaaaaah boyfriend at school. Mmmmmh." I replied between moans.

"Tell me you like my cock better than his." His husky voice said.

"Oooh Daddy I like ummmmmmh your cock. Oooooh yes fuck me....Oohhh ahhh you are bigger than ummmm Dave." And indeed he was. Dave was still fourteen as I am two months older than him and he was not fully developed by then. His dick was probably three or four inches. Though it has considerably developed now. Daddy was massive and wrecking havoc on my teen pussy. And I could not stop moaning.

Dad drove in deep, stretching me around his girth. Though he tried to be careful, my cast bumped his shoulder. He lifted his upper body up to avoid that but I was past hurt at this point. I was his fuck toy. He could do with me whatever he wanted. I watched his face up above me, it seemed so far. He fucked me hard, hips slapping against mine. Each stroke made the wet sounds fill the room. I moaned louder and clenched around him, feeling every inch drag against my inner walls.

"So tight Tammy." He groaned as a tear dropped from his eye touching my skin. I couldn't answer as I was moaning involuntarily. It felt so good. Maybe this was because it was the first time without a condom. Or maybe it was the size but it felt better than anything I'd ever felt with my boyfriend.

"Oooooooh ooooooh oooooh." I moaned. He grabbed my thigh and pushed it higher, pounding faster until I came with a sharp cry, my pussy pulsing tight around his cock.

He kept thrusting through my orgasm, as my body shook violently. He held my neck and began choking me as he continued to fuck me. My body picked up. The pleasure began building again and I started to moan hoarsely. I really needed to learn to be quiet. When he stopped chocking me,

"Oh Daddy." I said. The bed groaned under us, each thrust driving him deeper, harder, until I was nothing but a sex toy under him. My hips rose to meet him as he fucked my pussy. After a few minutes, he hit something inside me, and I came again—a hot, sharp climax that clenched around his cock.

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a grunt, flooding me with hot spurts. Cum leaked out around his shaft as he stayed inside me, breathing hard. He kissed me on the forehead, then on the lips, and left the room. I cleaned up my cum dripping pussy and then slept soundly after.

The next morning he came in with just a thin towel at his waist. The hard dick on attention pointing at me. He placed a packet on the table and took out two small white pills placing them on my palm.

"Take these every day," He watched me swallow them. This is how I got started on the pill. I placed the bottle of water back on the side table. Then we had sex after. This time it was slow and sensual, in a spooning position with his finger flipping my clit as he repeatedly thrust his cock in me and whispered sweet things in my ear. That I am so pretty, my pussy is so good and that he loves me.

From that point on we fucked constantly—first thing in the morning before he left for work, again in the shower while he washed me, and every night after dinner. It was utopia. When mum returned home after a month, I was already addicted. Both of us were. He would sneak in as if tucking me to bed and fuck me before going back to his room to sleep.

When I was fully healed, I learned to please him more. I would wear a dress like a little girl my hair in pigtails then ride his face, ride his dick, swallow his cum when I sucked him just the way he liked and his favorite was when he'd fuck my pussy in doggystyle as he fingered my asshole. Schools opened and Dave and I picked up back from where we left. And we stopped using condoms too. He noticed that I was happier and more adventurous but I did not explain myself. He had broken my hymen and because of that, he trusted me.

Whenever mom was away, sometimes he bent me over the kitchen counter. Sometimes he took me on the living room couch. As I narrated everything Dave does to me. How he likes anal. I grew completely addicted to my dad’s cock, getting wet the moment I saw him. Now I am a stay at home mom, am married and have two kids. He always comes around whenever Dave is at work and we fuck. At forty eight he still smashes my pussy just as good as he did that night years ago. He still likes to hear every detail of Dave's lovemaking. I am not sure who the father of my children is. I am just so happy.