Mum was at the supermarket and Dad was out with his golf pals, I had said goodbye to him hours ago as I ate breakfast, and he is always out for the day, usually comes home in an Uber and then Mum takes him back the next morning to pick up his car. I was sat in my room in my bra and knickers just pottering with my makeup. I realised that I needed to borrow some of Mums foundation, I had run out of mine. I would get Mum to take me into town in the morning after she had dropped Dad off at the Golf club to pick up his car.

I walked into their bedroom and stopped dead in my tracks. Dad was laying softly snoring on the bed. I hadn't expected him to be back, I certainly hadn't heard him, I guessed he had come home early and fallen asleep on the bed. Thing is, he was stark naked, and I couldn't help but look at his dick, it was certainly bigger than my last boyfriend's. Paul, my ex boyfriend wasn't exactly small, but neither was he over large, but he did have good technique and used his fingers and tongue to good effect.

Paul had brought me to many a screaming climax before we went our separate ways, just not enough to keep us together. Dad's dick was, well it was huge, my God, no wonder I heard Mum gasping some nights, Jesus. I went closer, I needed to see it up close, I doubted I would get another opportunity, my God.

His dick wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either, I guessed he either needed the loo or was having erotic dreams, hopefully about Mum. There was a big vein that ran down the side of his dick and then disappeared underneath him. His balls were no small orbs either, wrinkled and had a very pronounced seam between each ball. I was so tempted to touch them and see if they were smooth or hard skinned like Pauls.

I leant forward and sniffed, taking in Dad's aroma, a very slight hint of wee, but a stronger and headier smell of man. As I got close his dick lurched, had I breathed on it, stimulated it? It jerked and got a little bigger, it was looking harder, his foreskin just pulling back and revealing his purple end through the folds of his skin. Afraid that I would be caught, I got off the bed and scurried back to my room, my heart beating fast as the adrenalin from nearly getting caught rushed around my body.

I lay on my bed playing what I had seen through my mind's eye. My Dad had a big dick that is for sure, I had never seen it before, I mean, why would I? I had never thought of my Dad even having a dick, I mean, he was just Dad, not a sexual object, I had thought no more of Dad's dick than I had of Mum's fanny, and yet I now could not think of anything but either.

Did he wank I wondered, I supposed that he did, in my limited experience most men did, but of course, so did most of us girls. As I lay back in my bra and pants I wondered what it would feel like to have that dick in my fanny. Would it hurt? I doubted it, it was big yes, but not a monster, and anyway, one of my toys was that big and it didn't hurt, well, not as long as I went carefully.

I dozed off and only awoke when I heard the front door slam, Mum was home. I threw on a dress and went down to help Mum put the shopping away, all thoughts of my Dad's dick gone as I helped with the trivia of grocery management.

"I suppose that your Dad will be home late for tea Mica, " Mum said as she finished the last of the shopping.

"I thought I heard him earlier Mum, " I said, "I think he might be sleeping, not sure, but pretty sure I heard snoring." Well, I wasn't going to say that I had been in to their room and looked at his dick.

"Oh right, okay, I better go and see. Put the kettle on love and we'll have a cup of tea."

Mum went out and I heard her climbing the stairs, the odd creak from steps, creaky steps that I knew too well. I had long ago learned which floorboards and steps creaked from going downstairs in the middle of the night for a quick snack or drink and not wanting to disturb the household. As I heard the creaks I knew just exactly where Mum was.

"Oh, here you are, " I heard Mum say as I turned and filled the kettle and switched it on to boil. Then there was a "no, not now, " and then the sounds of the kettle masked any further conversations from upstairs. Dad being naked could have been a contributor to the 'not now' statement, or that could just be a figment of my sidetracked mind.

I ran the hot tap until it was warm, and filled the tea pot to warm it, and then tipped away the warming water and added some leaves. I poured in the boiled water from the kettle and put a tea towel over the pot to help keep it warm. Tea made I sat at the kitchen table waiting for Mum to return, I couldn't hear any more conversations or sounds, I could assume nothing, I had no further input to drive my imagination. Dad being naked would not necessarily result in anything.

Mum eventually came back, I had considered pouring away the tea and making a fresh pot, but I think it was just salvageable. I poured us two cups of tea and we went and sat in the conservatory.

"It was Dad I heard then Mum?" I asked as I sipped at my tea. Of course, I knew that it was, but Mum didn't need to know that I had seen him, especially as he was naked.

"Yes love, he came back early because he was tired and just had a nap, so I guess it was his snoring that you heard."

"Good, well, that's alright then."

"Yes love, he will be down after he has had a shower, " Mum said and then oddly she licked her hand, just by her thumb. What an odd thing to do. We drank our tea, we didn't have a second, it would have been too cold. Mum agreed to run me into town tomorrow so that I could get some makeup, and then Dad came down, thankfully fully dressed. I left them to it and went back up to my room, images of Dad's dick stubbornly refusing to go away.

I slipped my dress off and lay on my bed in just my knickers, no point in creasing my dress, and I closed my eyes. Dad's dick danced before me, its size captivating me, my brain asking the question, what would it feel like to have a dick that size inside?

I shook my head and sat up, I needed to distract myself from wild thoughts and stupid imaginings. I started scrolling through reels on my iPad, laughing at some of the idiotic things that people do and wincing at some of the collisions, some of that really had to hurt.

After dinner we all sat in the lounge, squashed on the settee, and watched a film about some man stranded on Mars, not really my thing, but Mum and Dad seemed to enjoy it. After it finished I got up and bade them goodnight, and headed up to my room. I stripped off and slipped my robe on for the short journey across the landing to the bathroom.

I supposed I should have a shower, I was at work in the morning, but I really couldn't be bothered, I filled the washbasin with warm water and had a good body wash instead. Back in my bedroom I sat on my bed listening to a book through my pods, I was quite tired, I doubted I would last long.

I realised that I must have missed a section of my book and gave up. I put my pods back in their charging station, put my iPad down by the side of the bed and turned my light off and closed my eyes. I could hear Mum and Dad tidying up and locking up downstairs and then coming up to bed. There were the general noises from their ensuite and the creaks across their bedroom floor, I have said, I knew every creaky floorboard in this house, and then the silence as they got into bed.

Only it wasn't silence, not tonight, it sounded very much like they were getting a bit friendly. I slipped out of bed and opened my door a little more and cocked my head and listened. Yes, definite kissing sounds and the quiet murmur of voices that I couldn't quite hear enough of to make out.

After a few minutes of listening I heard the unmistakable sounds, mum gasping and the sound of skin slapping against skin. I eased out of my room, sidestepping the squeaky floorboards, and stood by their bedroom door. I pushed the door slowly just enough to see their reflections in the mirror wardrobes.

Reflected in the mirror I could see them by the soft light of Mum's bedside lamp. Mum was on her knees and Dad was behind her, shagging her with a steady thrust, Mum gasping as he pushed in. Dad's balls were rocking back and forth beneath him as he penetrated her fanny. I obviously couldn't see the details of the shag, just the movement of Dad's body.

Dad had his head tipped to one side and I realised that I could see his eyes, God, could he see me? I could not stop watching, it was captivating. I know it can be difficult to imagine your parents shagging, but here I didn't need any imagination, it was happening right in front of my eyes. Slap and gasp, slap and gasp, thrust after thrust. Mum started panting more than gasping, I wondered if she were close.

Mum seemed to lift her head and arch her back and she was gasping Yes after Yes after Yes, Dad seemed to go faster and then he pushed hard and held still, Mum let out a quiet almost muted gasp and Dad grunted. All over then, I guessed they both climaxed, I crept away, I wasn't sure if Dad had seen me watching, but I for sure didn't want to get caught and remove any doubt.

I slept fitfully that night, my head juxtaposing images of Dad and Mum shagging with closeups of his dick, my day at work wasn't much easier, awkward customers on the phone and an unsympathetic supervisor combined to make me grumpy and irritable when I got home.

"Tea will be in about twenty minutes sweetheart, " Mum said as I walked through the door.

I responded with a simple and curt "Fine" and headed up to my room. I stripped down to bra and knickers and lay on my bed, head thumping and hands clenching and unclenching I was in no mood to socialise. Dad popped his head around my door.

"Bad day?" He asked. I just glared at him.

He came in and sat on the edge of my bed. "We all have bad days baby, " he said, his eyes seemingly focussed on my chest.

"I'm undressed Dad, " I said, hoping he would go away.

"Not as undressed as I was the other day when you came into my bedroom sweetheart, " he said, his eyes roaming down to my knickers, brief and functional, but with a lot of lace. Not exactly designed for parental viewing.

"I thought that you were asleep."

"No baby, eyes shut, brain wide open. I knew exactly what you were doing. My body reactions were automatic."

"You got a stiffie."

"Yes baby, that happens to a man when a beautiful young woman approaches his dick."

I didn't say anything, what could I say, I had been busted, caught perving at my Dad.

"And then, " Dad said, "you watched me and your Mum last night."

"I heard noises."

"And so you thought that you would investigate and then you stayed to watch."

I shrugged, busted again. "Does Mum know I watched?" I asked him.

"No baby, do you think I should tell her, or should I keep it between us?" As he spoke his hand moved and rested on my leg above my knee, I shivered.

I moved my other leg further away, effectively stretching my knickers tightly across my crotch. From my angle I couldn't see, but I expected it would have outlined me.

"No Dad, I don't think that you should say anything to her." I stared him in his eyes, locking contact with them, his hand moved up my leg, his fingers were at my gusset.

"Do you think there is anything that you could do that would persuade me to keep my silence?" As he asked his fingers strayed over the crotch of my knickers, pressing the fabric slightly in. I looked at his trousers his crotch was bulging, it seemed he had another stiffie.

"I don't really have anything to offer Dad apart from my silence, " I said, my shivers growing as his fingers stroked my fanny through my knickers.

"Oh I don't know baby, " he said, "you came very close the other day, very close indeed." As he spoke his fingers moved sideways and were at the crease between my fanny and my thigh, I trembled in anticipation, and then his fingers eased under the hem of my knickers, touching me. I closed my eyes and pressed my head into the pillow, feeling my Dad's fingers slide into my valley, my very wet valley.

"I thought that you were actually going to touch me, " Dad said, "It was that thought that got me aroused."

"Oh, it would have been wrong, " I said, I didn't explain that I was simply too scared to cross that line. I gasped as his finger circled my entrance and then pushed inside me.

"I was so aroused that your Mum had to help me out when she came home."

"Oh, perhaps that is why she was licking her hand then Dad, " I said, "you know when she came back downstairs."

"She must have spilled some, " he said as he undid the button at the waist of his trousers and then lowered his zip. "Would you spill any baby?" he asked, his underpants stretching out through his open fly.

"I'm dishing up, " Mum called from downstairs.

"Shame, " Dad said as he slowly withdrew his fingers from my crotch and redid up his trousers. He blew me a kiss and whispered "to be continued, " as he left my room. "fuck, what was that, " I said to my closed bedroom door, "what the actual fuck was that?"

Tea was a pile of mashed potato, gravy and sausages, very, very delicious, and could have been an ideal opportunity with visual innuendo if the sausages hadn't been significantly smaller than Dad, and if Mum hadn't been sitting there.

"Bad Day love?" Mum asked as I licked and sucked the gravy off one of my sausages. My fanny felt a little strange after Dad had his finger inside me. I knew I could have stopped him, I knew I should have stopped him, but I didn't and I couldn't. My mind was in a turmoil, unsure what could happen next, what would happen next. Was this a one off? I had no idea.

After we had eaten and Mum and I cleared away the crockery and loaded the dishwasher, we went and sat on the sofa and watched TV, a spin off from Game of Thrones something about Dragons, it had the guy that played Doctor Who in it and it was okay, just not as gripping as GoT. Dad sat in the middle of us, his hands thankfully kept to himself, well, Mum was sat the other side of him, she would have noticed if he did anything.

There was some soft porn type sex in the show, nothing genital wise to see, but the actions were obvious and it had an obvious effect on Dad. Thank goodness we girls could hide our arousal, I wondered if he and Mum would get jiggy later. After the programme finished I declared that I was tired and went up to bed.

In my room I stripped, put my robe on and headed across the landing to the bathroom, Mum was just coming upstairs.

"I have such a head baby, " she said, "I am going to take a sleeping tablet, see you in the morning."

"Okay Mum, night." I guessed no jiggy jiggy for Dad tonight, oh well, he'll live.

In the bathroom I slipped my robe off and had a good all over wash, I just wasn't in the mood for a shower and a good wash would do nicely. I slipped my robe back on and headed across to my room, Dad was just coming up the stairs as I got into my room. I took my robe off and hung it on the back of my door and got into bed. I dimmed my bedside light and just lay there thinking of everything and nothing.

I saw my bedroom door move and as I looked across Dad was standing there, illuminated by my dim bedside light and he was naked, his dick hanging down in front.

"What do you want Dad?" I asked quietly, "you're in the wrong room."

"Your Mum has taken a tablet and is out of it."

"Yes, she said."

"I wondered if you wanted to go further than you did the other day."

"What do you mean, go further?"

"When you came into our room and lay next to me on the bed when I was naked."

"Oh." Well, obviously I had thought about touching him, holding it, but when he had disturbed and his dick started growing I had scurried away like a little girl.

Dad walked into my room, pushing the door almost closed behind him. He stood at the side of my bed, his dick at face level, mere inches away. It was beginning to stir, moving slightly forwards. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it and it twitched. Oh lummy, the feeling of it hardening in my hand was incredible, his skin stayed soft, but inside, under the skin, he got just so hard and bigger, forcing my fingers apart.

I think I gasped, it had an effect on me that I hadn't expected. With my heart racing and my breath in gasps, I pushed his foreskin down and the purple end popped out, his foreskin flowing over his rim, the little eye at the end almost winking at me. Briefly I was reminded of Paul, but Paul's dick was smaller and his memory soon faded now that I had Dad's dick in my hand.

Using my other hand I ran a finger nail around the rim of Dad's dick and Dad gasped and I saw his knees sag briefly, I remembered, Paul had almost climaxed when I did that to him, it seemed to be a man's special spot.

"Oh fuck Mica" Dad gasped and my fanny sort of spasmed, and I knew that the Mediterranean Sea was flowing in my crotch. I leant forwards, look a deep breath, opened my mouth and I ran my tongue around Dad's rim, I wasn't sure when the line had been crossed, was it when I looked at his naked dick the other day, when I watched him shag Mum or when he fingered my fanny before tea, I didn't know, but the line had been well and truly crossed, now all we had to do was erase it.

Dad began humping my mouth, his dick pressing deeper and deeper, forcing my tongue down, pressing against my throat and blocking my air. I pulled back and lay down on the bed, my head pressing against my pillows. What would happen next was up to Dad, I had paved the way. Dad pulled my quilt back, looking at my naked body and then he got onto my bed and bent down, his face at my crotch.

I closed my eyes and then gasped as I felt his breath blow along the length of my crease. His fingers eased my fanny lips apart and his tongue delved inside, sliding between my inner lips, slipping through them until he found my nubbin. My breath exploded and my back arched, my pleasures flowed through me like the outfall of a dam after flood rains. My muscles all tensed, my pressures grew and before I knew it I was at my threshold, Jesus h.

I felt fingers around my fourchette and then circling my entrance, lightly, just touching, occasionally missing and then the pressures increased, and as his tongue pressed at my nubbin, fingers pressed at my entrance and went through my opening, fingering me the way he had wanted to earlier, this time there were no obstructive knickers in the way.

Deep he pushed inside me and as I was getting used to the width of his fingers, he widened them, stretching my insides, my fanny walls parting, and he finger shagged me. His fingers pulling back towards my entrance and then pushing in, his fingers parting as he pushed in, closing as my fanny squeezed them tight by my opening.

His teeth nipped at my nubbin, pulling it, stretching it away from my body, I was dying inside, I could not breath, my lungs were empty and my fingers were clutching at the sheet, pulling it, almost ripping it. And then suddenly I gasped, air flooded into my lungs, Dad released my nubbin and licked along my valley, my lips sliding along the edges of his tongue, tickles catching my breath.

Dad eased away, his mouth leaving my valley, his fingers slowly withdrawing, my fanny feeling open and void. Dad moved up the bed and covered me, his weight on his elbows not on me, and his dick nudged at my crease. I reached down and held his dick, lining him up with my entrance, Dad pushed and his dick pressed passed my entrance, my petals wrapping around it as he pushed through my opening and slowly began to fill me.

I could feel his foreskin as it rolled along my fanny walls, his rim as it ran over my bumps and ridges, my mouth was open, my eyes staring as my maker claimed the prize of my cunt. I was owned, I was possessed, never had anything consumed me so totally, I was jealous of my Mum, she got his dick whenever she wanted, and from now on he got which ever fanny he wanted, I knew I would never be able to refuse.

He was at my depth, his dick pressing in hard, his balls between my thighs, he had filled me totally, I had no more to give. He pulled back slowly, his foreskin rolling back over his rim, softening the feeling inside me and my eyes began to focus, staring into Dad's face, his mouth wide and grinning as he prepared to fuck his daughter for the first time.

His dick hovered near my entrance, my petals fluttering and then he pushed, a swift steady motion filling my fanny with his meat, my breath escaped in a gasp as he bottomed out and then a gulp of fresh air as he eased back to my entrance.

"I love you Mica, " he said as he thrust hard into me, his pubis cracking against my mons, the slap echoing around the room as I gasped. He pulled back and thrust again, building a tempo of push and retreat, push and retreat, the slaps of his skin against mine echoing around the upstairs, surely even with sleeping tablets Mum must hear. I didn't care, he was mine now.

I wasn't sure where he was, in or out, it was just a business of feelings. My pleasures were rolling through me, pressures were on the edge of exploding and my fingers were digging holes in his back, my legs wrapped around his buttocks, pushing him as he pushed inside me. His dick was a blur, a blur of unimaginable pleasures flowing from my nipples to my toes, from my nubbin to my ears, everything was hyper sensitised.

"I'm going to fill you Mica, " Dad gasped and he thrust in hard, harder than before and he held, stretching my insides to their limits and I felt him, I felt his spurts, a coolness flooding my inside, filling my womb, squeezing out along his shaft, leaking out and dribbling down between the cheeks of my buttocks.

My breath exploded through my mouth in a shriek, my pressures released as my orgasm exploded, erupting through my body, my back arching, thrusting me up into Dad's body. My fingers pulled at the bed sheet, my heels scrabbled, my legs cycling as I tried to get purchase, my head tilted back, my neck taught and vulnerable.

Dad eased lower, pushing me back against the mattress, crushing my breasts, his softening dick plugging my fanny, my muscles trying to expel him, his hips pushing forward not allowing me to force him out. He leaned down slightly and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me, his tongue reaching into my mouth, seeking my tongue. I was overwhelmed, I had never been shagged so completely.

Dad moved back, his dick slipped from my fanny with a gurgle and I felt his flood pour between my buttocks. He knelt either side of me and pressed his dick against my mouth. I parted my lips and sucked him in, tasting his metallic and salty residue as I cleaned his dick with my tongue.

As I cleaned I realised his dick was growing, getting firmer and soon he filled my mouth, pressing against my throat, and his hips moved as he began to shag me orally. I was spent, why was he not, I am younger than him, I should outlast him, but no. He pulled out of my mouth and reaching down he flipped me over and pulled me to my knees.

His dick hovered between my cum soaked buttocks and he pressed, he pushed and slowly my body gave way and his dick entered my forbidden place, no one had shagged me there, not before my Dad. There was no pain just a mild pressure as he pressed my sphincter apart and filled my bowel, deeper than my fanny, his body pressing my buttocks apart, his balls dangling by my fourchette. I felt nothing inside, just the pressure on my ring.

He pulled back and then thrust in, back and in, faster and faster, the slapping louder as his body crashed against mine, my buttocks would soon be sore. He was grunting as he shagged my arse, harder, deeper, my ring squeezing his dick as he plundered my body. His balls kept hitting my fourchette creating a tingle, my pleasures began flowing and I was gasping as Dad thrust inside.

Slap, gasp, tingle, slap, gasp, tingle, my knees rocking on the bed as Dad thrust, my boobs swaying beneath me, back and forth, my whole body felt alive in a way I had not experienced before. Faster, harder Dad moved, his dick sliding in and out of my arse, my pleasures flowing, my tingles growing and I shrieked again, a second orgasm erupted, my body spasming, squeezing Dad's dick as my sphincter contracted. Dad gasped, grunted and pressed in hard, filling my backside with his cum.

He eased back, his dick falling from me and I fell forwards, laying on my front, utterly drained. I knew I was going to be sore, I knew I was going to be sated, I knew I would sleep with dreams of being shagged by my Dad. I heard Dad get off the bed and leave my bedroom, and then my eyes closed and darkness overcame me.