Oh Daddy, Can’t You See I’m Busy?


Anal

Note: I built this story around a single porn pic and the accompanied caption.

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It takes him awhile, but Bud Morgan, a youthful looking forty-eight, Boy Scout leader, church-goer, successful businessman, loving father and husband, can deny it no longer: He’s a PORN ADDICT. It’s so painful to admit and yet too glaring to deny. Bud Morgan, God-fearing, believer in living life in moderation and supporter of charitable causes, hides in his private study in his spacious four-bedroom, three-bath, brick Georgian Revival in upscale Mantua Estates several times a week and pleasures himself in front of his seventeen-inch computer screen.

Oh, the shame of it all, the guilt, the credit card bills that run into the thousands, the ones he hides from wife Adel. All those FREE videos and he’s still not sated. Like the flabby masses that make New Year’s resolutions to shape-up but never do, Bud says he’ll quit tomorrow. Tomorrow becomes next week, then next month, then…

No, he can’t quit, he finally admits, can’t tear himself away from all that flesh and flash. He’s a man of eclectic tastes—the girls in their summer dresses (sorry Irwin Shaw, couldn’t resist), the lezzies licking each other’s twats, the adorable teens spreading for their horny male teachers, the erotic MLIFs seducing young virgin men, and even those dysfunctional families where taboo is please do. It wouldn’t be so bad if not for the fact that he starts to see people as characters in those videos, people he meets in passing, and even his own family. Imagine that!

The fantasies come rushing into his brain like white-hot lava, bringing down more self-induced shame and guilt. He thinks of Stephen, his high school-age son getting it on with Marissa, his nineteen-year-old daughter, or Bud himself doing Marissa and Stephen doing Adel. Whew! Those thoughts alone are enough to drive his erection higher than the Tower of Babel.

He must be sick, he tells himself. This isn’t normal behavior for a middle-age guy with so much going for him, a “respected” member of the community. However, the more he delves into it, the more he learns that porn addiction is as common as snow in Alaska. Like alcoholism and drug addiction, porn addiction doesn’t discriminate. Porn addicts come from every type of racial, ethnic and socio-economic stripe, hooking all people, be they priests, rabbis, police chiefs or prosecutors. It makes him feel somewhat better, though hardly comfortable—not when porn sites charge his credit card every month, not when the only way he can get it up for Adel is to pretend she’s someone else, and especially not when he sneaks peeks at Marissa when she’s wearing her bikini or cheerleader outfit, clothes that reveal bodily assets that set his desire ablaze and mind wandering.

Little wonder that it’s those videos of cute, sexy young women who take to their dads’ beds with uninhibited glee that provide him with the greatest erotic thrill of all. My goodness, some of them even look like his beautiful Marissa, she with the smooth, translucent skin and a body so delicious that even her own brother can’t help but gawk. She’s a compact, well-proportioned five-foot three, with a flat tummy, small waist and full, luscious thighs and calves. Her boobs, while far from huge, hang firm and symmetrical with her body type.

He figures he’s on safe ground so long as he keeps his fantasies bottled up in the electronic confines of cyber space. Fantasies are one thing, attempting to act upon them are another. Thus far, he never has. Oh, but he’s starting to see cracks in his wall of self-restraint, a weakening of his resolve not to venture into the dark side of a sexual appetite that his family and “straight” bursa üniversiteli escort friends would no doubt find kinky at best, repulsive at worst. He wouldn’t dare. Or would he? Well, maybe, if he could convince himself that Marissa might harbor such salacious thoughts of her own, scant evidence of that. Or is there? More than once she’s told him how young he looks. “No way do you look like a guy in your late forties,” she said. And: “I just might have the handsomest middle-aged dad there is.”

Pardon his conceit, but he does indeed look good for a guy his age, he freely admits. He’s a lean and hard five-foot-eleven, ruddy complexion, wavy, salt-and-pepper hair, more pepper than salt with just a touch of thinning in back. He’s a regular at the Fitness Palace, a gourmet gym where he keeps his body toned and sculpted using treadmills and free weights. Adel sometimes gets into the complimentary act: “You’re the perfect image for a James Bond,” she once said when he dressed in a tux for some long forgotten black tie affair. He doesn’t consider himself a narcissist, yet his long gazes into his bedroom mirror makes him wonder. Self-loathing mixes with pride of appearance, the former rearing its ugly head whenever those incestuous scenarios play out in his dirty little mind.

No matter, he can’t drop the subject of him and Marissa engaging in the unspeakable, if not the irrational, if not the unspeakably irrational. So how does one proceed? With all deliberate caution, he tells himself. He’s not yet so entwined in the fantasy that he thinks Marissa is thinking what he’s thinking. He winces and shakes his head over thoughts of approaching her with even a hint of such an outrageous proposition. He can’t do it, won’t do it.

Famous last words, fated to die when opportunity knocks like it does on this Saturday afternoon. Stephen is out with friends, Adel out shopping. Marissa is in her room and Bud is padding down the hall on his way to the club basement to indulge himself in his long-time hobby of building vintage model ships. Her door is closed; well, not exactly closed. Cracked is more like it, cracked enough for him to get an eyeful of his sexy daughter lounging on her bed and doing something he’s only fantasized her doing. She’s topless, she’s got her jeans pulled down to her knees, and she’s got one hand stuffed into her crotch, the other hand resting on the bed for support. She’s looking at something, her laptop perhaps—he can’t see that far into her room. What he can see is her “crotch hand,” clearly in motion, and so is her ponytail, shaking slightly when she tilts her head back. He can even hear her moaning, a soft moan, one tinged with the tone of a girl who is obviously having fun.

His cock swells at the sight and burning desire knocks all thoughts of building model vintage ships clear off his radar. If he ever makes it to the basement, it will be to relieve himself, not build replicas of the Queen Mary or USS Constellation. After taking a couple steps toward the landing, impulse seizes him, freezes him in his tracks. He backs up, then raps his knuckles gently against her door.

Without flinching, she looks up and says, “Oh, daddy, can’t you see I’m busy? But you can stay and watch if you’d like.”

Her response stuns him, leaves him slack-jawed. Still, he can’t help but push her door a few inches.

She grins and wiggles her adorable little ski slope of a nose. Nonchalant, she says, “Don’t look so surprised. Girls need to masturbate too, you know.”

“So I see.” Gingerly, he steps into her room. Now he sees the laptop and the video she’s watching, a teen and a much older man getting it on. escort bayan Pointing to the screen, he says, “Is that supposed to be a dad and his daughter?”

“It’s supposed to be,” she says, watching the screen, her hand still moving. “It’s probably just role play but looks convincing enough. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he says, his mouth still agape with surprise, if not mild shock. “You’re not embarrassed?”

She continues to stroke herself. “Embarrassed about what? That I masturbate or that you caught me?” She giggles.

His hand drops to his crotch to feel the bulge beneath those old gray gym shorts he wears around the house. “You really want me to watch you do this?”

“It turns me on, if you want to know the truth.” Her green eyes dart to his crotch. “And from what I see there, you look like you’re being entertained by it as well. Or is that from the video?” More giggles follow.

He steps closer to her bed. “You’re really wet, I bet.”

Her eyes seem to sparkle when she smiles. “You bet right. Here, you can feel for yourself.” He demurs. “Don’t be shy, dad, you know you want to.”

“Yes but…”

“Oh, come on.”

“Well, okay.” He sits on the edge of the bed. She spreads her legs wider, takes his hand and guides it into her crotch. He slips his index finger into her pussy and nods. “Wow, you’re soaked.”

“No kidding. You can keep going if you’d like.”

“Keep going?”

“Yeah, slipping your finger in and out of my wet pussy like you were doing.” She throws her head back. “Ohhh, that feels so good…mmm, keep going…oooo, yes, yes…ohhh, I love the way you rub my pussy… “

He marvels at her body, the most he’s seen of it since she was a pre-teen. What lovely breasts, lined with fine blue veins under her milky-white, baby-soft, translucent skin. And what hair, so fine and soft and styled like a teen’s hair at a nineteen-fifties sock hop. Is he actually doing this? It feels like a dream.

She lies all the way down, spreads her legs and tucks her hands behind her head. The video still runs, though she’s no longer watching it. She closes her eyes and moans the familiar language of pleasure, a string of oos and ahhs and similar facsimiles thereof.

He bends forward and licks her nipples. “Oh, daddy, now you’re doing it,” she purrs. “Don’t forget my tummy, I’m real sensitive there, too.”

He complies, licks her tummy, while inhaling her scent, sweet, fresh and lovely. He brushes away her bangs, then plants a wet kiss on her forehead. “I love you, honey.”

She opens her eyes. “I love you too, daddy. I never knew how much until today.” She sits up, shoves her hand into his shorts and begins to stroke his cock. “Do you want to make love to me?”

Of course he does—at least a part of him does, the part that Marissa strokes as the needle in his moral compass goes haywire, undecided which way to point. “Kind of” is all he manages to say.

Suddenly, she feels the room start to spin. She shakes her head to clear it. “Geeze, daddy, just the thought of having you inside me makes me dizzy.” She strokes faster. “Don’t worry, mom and Stephen will never know. And I’m on the pill, if that’s another concern.”

Before he can answer, she slips off her jeans and yellow thong panties, then runs a finger along her slit. “Oh my gosh, Dad, I’m so hot I can’t stand it!” Looking up at him with pleading eyes, she opens her mouth and swishes her tongue along her finely formed lips. “My body awaits your body.” She lies back down and spreads her legs. “Come on, father dear, don’t deny the undeniable. You want this as much as me, perhaps more.”

“You knew?”

“I’ve escort bursa known for quite some time.”

“You have? How?”

She giggles. “You kind of make it obvious with those lustful looks of yours, checking me out at the beach, staring at my legs and butt when I dress for cheer-leading, watching me bend over. But you know what?”

“What?”

“We’re on the same page. I mean, this video should tell you something about my own sexual fantasy life.” She bends her knees and starts opening and closing her legs in a quick flapping motion. “Ooooo, come on already, before I explode or something. I’m melting with desire.”

Discarding the last vestige of any discretion he’s got left, Bud peels off his clothing and then stretches out next to his daughter. He starts to kiss her on the mouth, deep and passionate, not the sort of kiss dads are supposed to give their own flesh and blood. No matter, he surrenders to his lust, no longer inhibited by society’s social mores that once kept that lust in check. He’s so hard his cock bends upward in a shallow arc.

“You’re so huge!” Marissa gushes, as Bud sinks between her legs and she guides him inside her. “Ahhh, ohmygod, daddy, I can’t believe you! Oh my, oh gosh!” She continues to cry superlatives while he pumps away, accelerating his rhythm incrementally. His mouth is everywhere, on her lips, on her boobs, licking her nipples, then her tummy and back again.

He sees the beads of sweat that form on her face and chest, sweat that combines with her natural sweet scent to give him one hell of a delicious olfactory delight. “You smell really good,” he tells her. “You ought to bottle that stuff.”

A smile and “thanks” are about all she can manage at this point. Her pussy’s on fire, her head spins. Those superlatives devolve into moans and groans of pure carnal ecstasy. She’s barely conscious, delirious with pleasure. She shakes and quivers, and then it comes—the successive waves of her climax that rush over her like warm surf.

Opening her eyes, she sees the handsome face of her dad smiling down on her, feels the protective warmth of his tight embrace. She knows he’s about to come, knows it by the rhythm of his breathing and the feel of his cock, throbbing and swelled to the max. “Yes, yes…oh yes,” she cries, flexing her vaginal muscles as his seed passes into her. When he rolls off her, she says, “You just spoiled me for other guys, you know that?”

He senses she’s only half-kidding. “I didn’t mean to.” Gently, lovingly, he brushes her nose with his index finger. “And you just spoiled me for incest porn. No video in the world could possibly compete with this.” Pause. “But I want to know something.” She nods. “Did you plan this? I mean, did you not shut your door all the way in hopes that I’d notice?”

She turns on her side with her head propped on an elbow. “Honestly, I’m not sure. Subconsciously, perhaps I did hope you’d see me. After all, we’re the only ones here right now. No regrets on your end, I hope.”

“None,” he says, “so long as we keep it between us. Discretion’s the word.” He runs his thumb along her soft cheek, devoid, like the rest of her face, of makeup. What a “natural” looking beauty, he thinks. Who would guess that a cute, wholesome looking girl like Marissa would be sleeping with her dad? He almost laughs at the incongruity of it all.

Both of them glance out the window at the sound of Adel pulling into their driveway.

“Damn, I was hoping for a second helping,” Marissa says. She rubs her pussy. “Oooo, I’m still so freaking wet.”

He points to her laptop and the video that is nearing its end. “Well, there’s always this. But with mom home, I’d be sure to close your door all the way. Meanwhile, I’d better get some clothes on.”

“Yes, I’d say you better,” she laughs. With that, she shuts her door and surfs XNXX for another video, incest again but with a different theme, brother-sister. She neglected to tell him that she also harbors fantasies of seducing Stephen.


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