I had finally gotten time off of work, so I decided to return home for my vacation. I had to leave me husband at home because his job wouldn't let him take time off during that crucial period of work. Well, it wasn't so bad since we could video call whenever we had the chance, so I wouldn't miss him too terribly.

It was a grueling 8-hour flight home, but I was home. The first person to meet me at the airport was my father, who had come to pick me up. He had asked me where my husband was, I told him "He couldn't make it because of some work-related stuff, so it's just me this time daddy." My father almost lit up like a Christmas tree to hear that, as he never did care for my husband, though I never understood why.

My father and I had finally reached their house, and as we came through the front door my brother practically tackled me because he was so excited to see he older sister again. As the day went on, my family and I were busy catching up, but one thing was bothering me. I kept catching my father staring at me in such a strange way, but I couldn't put my finger on way it seemed so strange.

As night rolled around, we gathered at the dining room table for dinner. My father, an avid drinker kept pestering me to have a drink with him. So, I relented and finally drunk some beer with my dad, since it had been so long since I've seen him. As the night rolled on, and beer after beer, I couldn't walk straight, so a bid everyone good night and went to bed.

I was sound asleep, but I was starting to wake up because of a strange sensation. I couldn't quite figure out what this sensation was because I was still pretty drunk from dinner. It had felt like I was moving back and forth, and I had this strange feeling in my lower body deep inside me, making a similar motion. As I was waking up more and more, I could tell the movement wasn't just my imagination. I had opened my eyes to a wild scene, my father, completely naked top of me. He was bucking and hollowing like nothing I've ever seen before. Like a ton of bricks, it finally hit me, I looked down and saw the impossible.

My own father was ravaging me, and not just ravaging me, he was fucking me, fucking me harder than anyone has before. My pussy was sopping wet from the relentless pounding I was getting, and it disgusted me because not even my husband was able to get me this wet. I looked in horror as my father was getting even more aggressive with his thrusts, it didn't take me long before I realized what was going on, he was cumming. He started cumming and cumming, filing me completely with his hot incestuous seed, and what was even more horrifying was I started cumming as well. My own father was cumming inside me, and my body was loving it, to top it all off was the things he was saying as he was cumming.

"Fuck, baby girl, you don't know how much I needed this. Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby girl, gett pregnant! Get pregnant with your daddies' baby."

He had finished. I was laying there, breathing heavily, completely violated, and most likely impregnated. My father had just done the one thing he was never supposed to do, and after completing this horrendous deed, he got up off of my bed, and simply walked away, back to his room that he shared with my mother. As I lay there in complete shock of what happened, I couldn't help but feel disgusted with myself, because my body ached for more, my body wanted to be used by my father. I knew I needed to have it again, but I didn't want to do it again. But I knew, with my vacation lasting for a full week, I knew I was going to get more, and when I left for home, I would be leaving with an extra traveler in my body.