Daddy’s Birthday

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I was age 16 when I started dreaming about daddy’s 9 inch cock. I would lay in bed at night, wishing he would fill me with his sweet hot cum. I’d masturbate, imagining my touch as his. This is a story about my first-time fuck with my dad 3 years later.It was late August and I was visiting my dad for his birthday. He was lonely ever since my mother had died. Often I had mentioned he should find someone to spend time with, but he refused. He was outside mowing grass when I pulled up. I had already decided what his birthday present would be, so I wore a short jean skirt, a tight white tank top, and the skimpiest panties I could find. I walked over to him as he pulled the lawnmower into the shed. I hugged him and istanbul travesti kissed his cheek. “Hi, dad, happy birthday,” I said as he unmounted the lawnmower. “Thanks, sweetie. How was your day?” “Great, dad, and I have a surprise for you!” I said as I walked him to the house. “You know I love surprises.” “I know, and I know you’re gonna love it.” I encouraged him to take a shower after a long day in the sun. As he left, I scrambled about trying to fix up a place in his bedroom for the next few events. I tossed some toys under his pillow, and slipped off my panties, leaving them in front of the bathroom door. I was in the kitchen sipping water as I heard the door open. I istanbul travestileri couldn’t help but smile when I saw him walk towards me with a towel about his waist, holding my panties in his hand. “Why were these in front of my door?” he asked, obviously happy to see them. “I figured…I’d try to get more comfortable,” I said with a sly grin. “Comfortable, eh? Well that’s fine.” He was sitting in the living room watching TV. I figured I’d come in and join him. My dad and I were very close, so spending time with each other wasn’t new. I walked in the living room and I look at him. He was sitting on the sofa stroking his huge cock right infront of me! My pussy started to travesti istanbul get wet automatically. “Hey, daddy,” I said as I sat down next to him. He didn’t stop playing with himself but he replied, “Hey, honey, can you get something for me?” “Yes, daddy, anything,” I said with obviously hungry eyes. “Go grab a towel from the bathroom?” Disappointed, I walked back to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I handed it to him, and figured I’d leave him be. I walked into his bedroom, only to find a surprising discovery. My dad had a notebook laid out on the bed, almost just for me to see. Since he’d been going to therapy to cope with things, he’d been keeping a diary of emotions and such. I had never seen it, but this was probably the best time. So I read: I noticed yesterday how much my girl has grown, and I can’t help but get hard from realizing how much she resembles her mother. I know it’s wrong, but I’d love to feel that warm snatch of hers run on my cock…After reading that little bit, I got wet again.

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