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Daddy, Don't Look! I'm Naked.
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"I know, Daddy, but this is different because--"

That was when, just like my brother did in my dream, my father leaned down and started tickling me. What is it with this family and tickling? I couldn't believe it. Every time he reached down to tickle me, the head of his cock bounced off some part of my body, my arm, my shoulder, my cheek, and my forehead.

His cock was so big. His cock was so hard. I couldn't believe it. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was trying to stick his cock in my mouth by making it look accidental, but I had my head turned and down, and my lips tightly pulled together. There was just no way that I was giving my Dad an accidental blowjob. Gross. Now, that I've seen his one-eyed monster, I didn't even want to touch his huge, nasty thing. Eww. This was my father, my Daddy.

After the dream I had about my brother, I couldn't help but question if this was a dream, too. Only, this was no dream. This was the real deal. This was really happening. I couldn't believe it.

He continued tickling me and my legs were flopping around so much and I was laughing so hard that my nightgown was up around my waist and both my tits were completely out of my nightgown top. Just as in the dream I had about my brother, my pussy was exposed to my father. With me laughing so hard from him tickling me, before I even realize what was happening, before I could react, before I could stop him, and before I could even catch my breath to protest, with a quick pull, he lifted my nightgown up, over my head, and off in one fluid motion. I was naked. I was naked in front of my Daddy.

"Daddy, don't look! I'm naked."

I'm not sure why I said that, but I did. Embarrassed and excited at the same time, I was so very aroused. Saying that and trying to cover my nakedness was just a voluntary reaction that my father took as me being demure and innocent. I was neither of those things. I was an insatiable, incestuous slut, at least in my thoughts anyway, since I hadn't, yet, crossed the incestuous line by having incestuous sex, and only having incestuous thoughts and dreams.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, but still so very sexually aroused and horny, I covered what I could of my nakedness with my arms and hands, but I was naked. I was really naked in front of my father and he was staring, leering, actually at my naked body. I couldn't believe I was naked in front of my Daddy and my Dad was naked in front of me. He had such a huge erection. Eww. Frightened and embarrassed, but still so very excited, I felt so vulnerable.

"How do you feel now?"

How do I feel now? I'm horny. Fuck me, Daddy. Give me your cock. Let me stroke you and blow you, before I fuck you.

"How do I feel being naked in front of my Dad," I said wrapping my arms around myself to cover my breasts and leaning forward to cover my naked pussy, "who has a huge boner? I'm grossed out, Daddy. I'm so very embarrassed." I looked up at him with pleading eyes. "This isn't right. This is so wrong, Daddy."

"Don't be embarrassed, Susan. You'll get over it, hopefully, without doubt, for tomorrow's nude photo shoot. It's nothing you haven't seen before, I'm sure," he said.

No longer the sexy seductress, I was back to being the incestuous victim. Without having even touched me, he made me feel so vulnerable and so abused.

"I can't help it, Daddy. I'm mortified. I really am. I'm so embarrassed. I feel like an incestuous slut. This is all so perverse and you're depraved, Daddy, for coming in my room with an erection, showing me your cock, and ripping off my nightgown. How dare you do that to me, Daddy?"

Only, it occurred to me, and I couldn't help but wonder if it occurred to him, too, that I didn't scream for him to leave. I could have, but I didn't. I didn't throw him out of my room. I could have, but I didn't do that either. Actually, I was enjoying this incestuous interaction between us and I wanted him to stay. I was curious what would happen next.

"Don't be like that, Susan," he said taking a step closer to me to give me a fatherly smile, while lightly stroking my hair.

"Don't be like what? You're naked Daddy and you stripped me naked. What do you expect me to be like?"

His cock was standing straight out and it couldn't be any close to my face without it being in my mouth. Bouncing up and down, his cock moved every time he moved. I was mesmerized by the sight and the movement of it. The head of it was so close to my face that if I turned my head and opened my mouth, I'd be blowing him. I'd be blowing my Daddy.

"Maybe if you touched my cock, Susan, it would make you feel better and less embarrassed about being naked."

"Touched your cock? Eww, Daddy, gross, no, I'm not going to touch your cock. Why would you think it would make me feel better, less embarrassed to be naked by touching your cock? That's lame, Daddy. What is wrong with you, Daddy? What does touching your cock have to do with the Earth Day nude family photo shoot tomorrow?"

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