My relationship with Dad 18+

About a year and a half ago as I was going into my senior year of high school and my sister was starting college, there was some tension in the house. My parents we arguing more and they were acting like they hated each other.

Within couple months they decided to split up. We had discussions about waiting until I graduate, but in the end they decided not to put it off. They filed for divorce, put the house up for sale and Dad found an apartment. Me being the daddy's girl I am, I moved out with dad. I love mom but I love dad more.

Dad and I made an agreement that I would help with cooking and cleaning, which I did anyway.

I felt a sense of peace, and so did dad. I took only the classes I needed to graduate and did my homework in the afternoon. In the evenings I would cook supper, clean the kitchen, then snuggle up and watch tv with dad this was our usual routine.

Once I graduated, my sense of freedom grew. And my relationship with dad was starting to change. The way we were with each other had a different vibe. I felt like a woman, and less like a daughter.

That summer I didn't dress any different than I had before, shorts and tank tops during the day and sleep shorts and t shirts at night, but dad would look at me longer, sometimes stare and at one point he said, "Wow girl, you're looking more like a woman everyday". I told him, "Thanks, I feel like one".

During that week, we were getting a little fliry and touchy. That friday night he went to lay down on his bed, I cleaned the kitchen and watched tv for a while then headed to my room. Dad's door was open so I went to tell him good night. I half way laid next to him and gave him a kiss and a hug, I got up to leave and he started talking. Instead of standing by the door I went back and laid next to him again.

As we were talking I snuggled up to him and he put his arm around me. I was feeling very comfortable and I wanted to stay with him. I asked him if I could stay with him and he said yes. As we laid together I felt things in places I knew I shouldn't be feeling, I fought the urges and eventually fell asleep.

Some time at around 4am, I woke up and dad was awake, I asked him what was wrong. He said he just felt restless. He turned toward me and his dick rubbed against my leg. He said he was sorry and moved back. I told him it was ok, he didn't have to move.

I scooted toward him, I gave him a soft kiss and said let's go back to sleep. He said, "I can't sleep" he was nearly dry humping my leg. I was already wet and every bit as horny as he was. I said, "yeah, me neither". I raised my leg and his dick rubbed against my kitty. He rubbed it agaist me some more. Then he said, "this is so wrong" I didn't say anything at first, I just reached down and grabbed his dick and said, " let's get this out of our system".

I pulled off my sleep shorts and underwear, he took his underwear off. I laid on my back, he got on top of me and asked if I was sure. I said yes.

He slid inside me, and I gasped. He moaned and grunted. The thought that this was my dad, Im fucking my dad popped into my head. And then I felt a surge coming up from my pussy and I came harder than I ever have, shortly after dad came too.

We laid there breathing heavy. We didn't say anything for a while, then I kissed him and told him I love him. I fell alseep for another 3 hours or so. Dad was still sleeping. I probably should felt some kind of shame or guilt but I didn't. I was looking forward to doing it again