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My Dad Jacks Off For Me

By Spurtz

My mom passed away when I was a little girl of twelve and I have been living with my dad ever since. Over the years, with just the two of us living close together, modesty has kind of dropped by the wayside.

My dad has a very time consuming job and unfortunately he has little time for socializing and meeting women. As a result he very rarely dates.

I have seen him masturbating in front of his computer late at night after he thinks I am in bed asleep. I’ve never been able to get close enough where I can get a really good look at his dick as much as I would like. I’ve just seen glimpses of it but enough to know it’s pretty big. At least big compared to most of the dicks I’ve seen on online sites.

Several times when we are watching a TV movie at night, I’ve managed to masturbate my clit without him realizing it. That’s one advantage of being a girl. With a blanket over my lap, I can work my clit pretty good without being obvious about it. And when I cum, I don’t make a big mess like boys do. I’ve been a bit concerned about the smell. If he has noticed anything, he hasn’t mentioned it.

One morning I came into the kitchen while dad was making breakfast. I was shocked to see that all he was wearing was a T-shirt. His dick and balls were clearly visible. He saw the look on my face and laughed. He said he hadn’t showered yet and didn’t want to get dressed to make breakfast and then have to get undressed to shower. He apologized if I was offended.

I told him it was no big deal (even though it was) but I wondered to myself what was so complicated about pulling on a pair of shorts?. But I didn’t say anything because frankly I was thrilled about seeing dad’s manhood proudly on display. The only thing that would have made it better was if his penis had been fully erect. Now that would have been a sight to behold.

I was wearing a housedress with nothing under it. Feeling a bit bold, I quickly removed my dress telling dad that if I was also nude maybe he would feel more comfortable with his nudity. His eyes lit up seeing me totally bare

Once he had finished preparing breakfast, we sat in a booth in the kitchen to eat. Normally we would sit across from each other but this morning I slid in next to him. I’m fairly well developed for my age and I noticed dad was having a tough time trying to ogle my tits without me noticing. He obviously was getting an eyeful because I noticed his dick was getting bigger. Pretty soon he had a full-fledged hard-on and I must say it was very impressive. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

He saw me looking. More than looking, really. More like staring. He apologized profusely and said he couldn’t help it. I told him I was flattered that being next to him could cause that reaction. I saw that his foreskin had rolled completely back, exposing the smooth purple head of his prick. It may have been my imagination but I thought I could actually see his monster dick throbbing. It was sticking straight up and every so often it would twitch and actually slap back against his stomach.

I could feel myself getting wet and was thankful the dinette booth had plastic seating.

I felt sorry for my dad. I knew that having his dick fully engorged like that must be difficult for him. I worked up the nerve to say something I thought he wanted to hear.

I told him he should go ahead and take care of it. He looked at me in wonder and asked if I was serious. I told him that it would just be our secret and I knew that when men got that hard, relief was desperately needed.

He wrapped his hand around his prick and started stroking it looking at me like he felt he was doing something wrong. I told him it was really hot and I loved watching. That seemed to satisfy him that it was ok and he started really working that big dick. This was too much for me and I began openly rubbing my clit in a practiced manner that I knew would bring on an orgasm fairly quickly.

I was hoping that when Dad’s penis erupted with cum, that the sight of it shooting out would bring on my own orgasm. I couldn’t think of anything more erotic than a father and a daughter reaching their climaxes at the same time.

Dad was grunting and panting as he furiously stroked his cock. My fingers were circling my clit at an equally frenzied pace. I could not believe what a wonderful sight it was to see dad’s huge cock being pummeled by his fist. I desperately wanted to wrap my hand around it and make him cum but I knew we weren’t to that stage yet.

Dad’s body was bucking and thrashing in an orgiastic frenzy as he screamed out “I’m cumming….” And sure enough the spunk shot out of his dick like a firehose. It shot straight up and then splashed back down all over his chest, tummy, hands, cock, balls and a half-eaten plate of scrambled eggs. At the same time I felt the strongest orgasm of my life hit me right in the cunt and I did a bit of screaming myself.

We both collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss. I actually leaned over and put my head in dad’s lap. His dick was still pretty hard and I managed to wedge my head between his dick and stomach, ending up with my lips pressing against his shaft. I gave it a wet kiss and then moved up to the head and gave it a nice sloppy wet kiss, cum and all.

Dad warned me that I was getting cum all in my hair and all over my face. I told him I had to take a shower anyway so no big deal. Then I told him he needed some cleanup help himself and took the head of his still throbbing prick in my mouth and sucked all the cum off. Then I proceeded to lick up whatever stray cum I could find. His pubic hair was matted with semen and I left that for the shower to take care of.

There were a few stray strands of semen drooling from the tip of his penis so I put the head back in my mouth and sucked ol’ dad dry.

It was obvious from this morning’s shenanigans that there would be much more to come. I was in love with dad’s big dick and knew that some serious penis worship would be coming his way down the road. And knowing what a giving man he was, I knew that I would be learning all the ways he could repay me.

Then our doorbell rang. We lived in an apartment. Dad pulled his t-shirt down as far as possible while I quickly put my dress back on. He went to the door and opened it but not fully and stood behind the half opened door, keeping his exposed cock out of sight.

It was our busy-body next door neighbor wanting to know if everything was OK. She said she heard a lot of screaming. Dad apologized for having the tv on too loud and promised it wouldn’t happen again. The woman left and he closed the door. As he walked back to the kitchen I saw that his dick was still half hard and a strand of semen was dripping from the end.

I told him that some additional cleanup was needed as I fell to my knees.


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