I told Mommy no, but I didn’t mean it.

You knew the rules, you knew the expectations. But you also knew how your parents liked to punish you. You mother had always let your father be the disciplinarian and even at this age he was not shy about pulling you over his lap as your mother left the room unable to watch you suffer. A few years ago after a good hard spanking he felt the wetness on his slacks.

It was wrong to crave your daddy’s strong hands spanking your bottom. He pretended not to notice but ever since that day you could feel him growing hard against your stomach as he assaulted your little backside. It made it even more of an addiction to be bad. Your mother would scream at you and send you to your fathers study only to do her best to soothe you afterwords.

You would sit on your bed with the tear stains on your cheek wrapped in your blanket as she sat with you and recited how they don’t want to punish but….if you just followed the rules. “What has gotten into you…” followed by a lowered head and silence. She would finish with a caring kiss and close your door, immediately your fingers would be inside yourself with quick strong orgasms to follow. You pictured your dad in his study stroking off his hard cock thinking of pumping it into your bruised little ass.

Then it happened your broke curfew, got a delicious spanking and sat in your room incredibly horny and hoping mom would get there soon and give her normal plea to be a good daughter so you could masturbate. But this time she walked in and instead of feeling sorry for you she started yelling again. It caught you off guard as she aggressively approached the bed screaming at you “enough is enough…house arrest….spanking wasn’t getting through to you..”

You popped out of the bed to calm her down, grounded would totally fuck up what you had going, and if dad stopped spanking. You started a plea of your own. “I promise to be on time….dad already punished me enough….” your mind was racing. You better tone it down, you were taking it too far, too often. Then she stopped cold as you saw her eyes looking at your yoga pants. Her anger filled eyes glossed over as she looked up at you. “What the hell is going on!” pointing to the wet spot where your juices soaked through. You had forgotten as she rattled off “Did he do something to you…..” You shook off that idea “No I swear, he just spanked me I just…its just that I……..” You floundered as she processed it in her mind. Your body changing, your clingy attitude with him even after he punished you, the increased frequency of trouble you had been causing. She knew. She almost laughed at it for a minute but had to show proper control. “Is this why you are always breaking our rules? You using your dad to……..get off?”

Your face was as crimson as your ass was. Trying to deny it but she smelled the arousal. “What the fuck is wrong with you….does he know? God he has to know if you get that wet on him.” A renewed pissed off at him as well as you. She grabbed your arm “Nothing but a slut, bed you are fucking boys too…get these filthy soaked pants off.” she grabbed them and pulled them down as you turned away, pulled away to run out of the room only to feel her push you against the wall. “He’s not going to save you on this one.” Her breath against your ear as she leaned against you. “I bet you were going to lay in bed soaking your sheets” Then she ran her fingers between your legs from behind. “Soaked….disgusting…I wonder how quickly you cum thinking about his hands on you.” she stroked your pussy. “You whisper his name when you cum?”

“No mom I swear..” you wiggled trying to get away as you felt her touch. “Such as slut, of course you do, I bet you even wonder what my fingers would feel like in you.” Then driving her fingers inside you cry out “No mommy please stop.” but it felt so good. “I swear I will be good.” she pressed her body closer “I can smell the sex dripping from you, you want to cum with mommies finger inside you.” her breath on your neck, her fingers moving in and out slowly teasing you until you felt her teeth nibble on your ear. Your cries turned to moans. “That’s it, show mommy how hard you can cum.” Your bottom rocking against her hand as she took you to the edge. “yes….oh yes please mommy.” you had given into the hunger of it. She swirled her fingers deeper as you tightened and burst against her hand. “Mommy had no idea she raised such a filthy girl, you keep this quiet, your father would be so disappointed in you. Mommy has a few ways in mind to handle punishments around her from now on.” A strong swat to your bare ass. She let go of you as you crawled into the bed and curled up. She leaned down and kissed your forehead and closed the door slowly with a low whisper.

“After your father goes to work in the morning you come to my room and I will tell you how you can help mommy forget how slutty you are.”

exploringdesireswithmichael:

incestuous-creampie:

I love feeling daddy’s cock deep inside me as he fills me with his incestuous spunk.

You were always the cutest ballerina as a child but as you grew up I stopped going to your shows. I honestly was having an issue with all those young girls in leotards prancing around, doing spreads and splits. I guess I was just a old dirty man but I didn’t want to admit the real reason was you. Your body started to develop and I found myself even at home being aroused when I saw you, there was no way I could sit there and watch you moving around in a body suit without physically aching.

It became a bit of an argument with your mother and part of our separation. I think she knew. We had grown distant and when you were home I couldn’t hear her. Our sex life was gone and I was avoiding your special events as you became a premier dancer. I hated myself for it but you never once acted upset by it. You graduated and other than my visitations we still talked on skype all the time. You had earned a dance scholarship and an internship at the local studio you had competed with for a dozen years.

Last night you begged me to come see you teach the young girls. I grumbled a bit playfully but I missed you now that you were tied up with school and work. I arrived and you were already in class. The girl at the desk told me I could see you by sitting in the adjoining dance room and looking through the small glass viewing window. So I stepped into the empty room and over to the connecting wall. I peered in to watch you dancing with them. Oh the kids were so adorable and you looked so beautiful. You really did. Can’t believe how you had grown. I found myself watching you move, stretch, float across the room teaching them the basics in perfect form. My mind wandered again.

How that pink tight outfit stretched over your breasts, firm, tight body. You bend and I felt my body respond. You lifted a leg and I found my hand moving over my swollen crotch. Fuck I should not of come. This was still a bad idea and there was clearly something wrong with me. I started to turn to head out of the empty viewing room when I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see you running at me with a leap I caught you. your soft lips on my cheek as you clung around me. The your smile changed. You slid down off my body and looked at my aroused state. “Daddy you still get hard watching me dance?” You hadn’t called me that in years. I almost choked. I couldn’t, I didn’t….what to do???

“Hold on” you giggled a bit and walked over to the door watching the other room. The the lights went off “So lucky that is the last class tonight. They are gone now.” you turned and walked back to me with that warm look in your eyes. “Its ok daddy………” “You knew?” “It’s why I still dance.” I reached over and held my face and kissed me. She started to unbutton my shirt and I stopped her. “its not….we’re not suppose too..” She stepped back and pulled her leotard down across her body exposing her stiff nipples. “I’m and adult now and I love you, I have always wanted to take care of you like mom didn’t. I knew about it all daddy and now we don’t have to worry about it anymore.” She stepped out of her outfit and returned to undressing me. She showed me a new way to dance, slow, passionate, bodies pressed, wet and hard together. My ballerina.

nempussyme:

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Your mother and I were nudists and spent our younger years being wild and free, traveling to explore the world. A swingers mentality until we found out we were pregnant with you. Realizing it would be best to settle down a bit, but still adamant about our beliefs, we found a small farm out in the country and pulled away from society as a whole. We grew or raised our own food, gave you toys that I hand crafted, and only had a few articles of clothing for when we had to go to town for emergency supplies, never taking you to expose you to others.

As you grew older you knew no other way, a bit naive because you only learned from real experiences with us or the few books we chose to have around. No television, no cell phones, no real connection with the outside world for sixteen years. You walked around the farm freely enjoying nature and surrounded by a special love. Everything we did we did for each other.

Over that time your body had developed and you started to feel things inside that you didn’t understand. I would see your door closed and the only time that happened was when your were having girl talks with mom. Most days you were full of bounce, a song on your lips, warm hugs and butterfly kisses but today you had a real odd look on your face at breakfast. Nothing was said but after you went to your room and closed the door.

Your mom checked on you then found me out in the barn working. She explained to me that you had been having dreams, urges and could not explain them. She had to have the talk with you and left you in a dazed state. I laughed at first at the description of your conversation and you being so old I had presumed you knew. “oh she has heard us, didn’t know what we were fighting about” I burst into laughter on that and got slugged in the arm. “you need to talk to her.”

“Like hell I do…….the bees and birds are your deal.” she just shook her head ‘no you are not hearing me, I already covered that its the urges.” I looked at her “Well just tell her its natural and teach her to touch to relieve it” I went back to work as she walked off in a huff. Dinner was the same except now both of you were in an odd state. After we ate you were off to your room and as your mom cleared the dishes she nudged me. “Its time to show her real love.” Now I am a pretty smart guy but even that one went over my head. My confused look was answered with a wake up idiot glare. “Oh….OH, wait what? You want me to…..” She just smiled and turned to the sink. “Be gentle”

I walked upstairs and knocked on the door. “hey sweetie um your mom though I oughta….well….” I closed the door and sat on the bed. “you wanna talk or something?” You just scrunched your nose and shyly looked away. You were never shy with me so I knew. “Ok, ok look I get it, your body is changing and you are feeling things.” oh god was I really having this moment? You looked over at me and I could tell you were looking AT me, my body. “You have nothing to worry about, its all natural, I stand and show myself to you. “The body is a beautiful thing and we are not ashamed of it.” You were biting your lip and staring at me, after all these years. I sat back down. “Daddy am I beautiful?”

“Of course you are, the most beautiful girl I know.” a slight hesitation ‘but mom says I am a woman now, cause you know the bleeding stuff.” I hold my breath then stammer out “well yes you are a woman now sure, a beautiful woman.”

“And its natural, to look to touch? To um feel things?” I smiled warmly. “Yes baby its very natural we all look, touch, feel things its life.” Watching you sigh and relax a bit then look over your own body “Did mom show you how?” “She told me but I just don’t know if I am doing it right.”

“Well boys touch a bit differently but all I can tell you is that you will know if you do it right cause it will make those feelings you have very intense.” Then a question I was not prepared for. “So how do you touch? We were very open so I just told you basically how I did. Your face was flush in seconds. “So if its natural why don’t I see you and mom doing it?” I laughed on that one and recognized that upset you. “Sorry just….well, hell i don’t know I guess we just were waiting till you were old enough?” not really sure what to say there. You reached down and started to rub looking over at me. I could tell by the swelling in your eyes and your mouth parting slightly that you were feeling it. “Can you stay and show me your way?”

So I took a hold of my cock and slowly stroked it as it grew before you. Your fingers moved around fumbling and you put one inside. I could see the wetness and as much as I was trying to be your father I was aroused. “Your mom told me you had dreams…” more blush. “just of you hugging me, feeling you touch me.” I let go of my cock “you want me to help you?” a slow wide smile. “Would you, please?” So I moved beside you and held you as you leaned back against my body. My strong hand slipped down and began to rub you. Hips rocking and pressing to my touch as you moaned. I felt your hand reach back and hold on to my neck, fingers in my hair as you shivered. You lay close and watched me touch you till you felt the heat, your hand squeezed my neck and you shook into a powerful orgasm. I kept rubbing as you had several more then I gently stopped. “Daddy that felt so incredible, sorry I made a mess.” Its ok, why don’t you take a bath and I will have clean sheets put on.

You hopped up after kissing me and headed for the bath. You stopped looking back at me. “Oh and mom said I could touch you too, can I do that after the shower?” I was already rock hard. “Tell ya what, go start the water I think I will help you learn more in there.” Excited hop back in your step you rushed off to the shower. As I started pulling the sheets off I saw your mom step in the room with a fresh batch. “Its ok I heard her, now go show her the rest.”

Mermaid Dreams

Daddy! Tell me a bedtime story~i loved the one with the fairies and dragons, another please!

So another bedtime story…..well how can I refuse such an adorable request. I presume a naughty twist “daddy style” is acceptable? Hope you all enjoy and thank you for the ask/submit!

At a young age she love the ocean, her family had a nice little beach house off a beautiful pier. The water was crystal blue and when she was not in school she was chasing after dolphins in the cove. Her daddy use to read little mermaid to her every night, to the point where he didn’t have to open the book any longer. He tried to put other princesses in her rotation but she would just give him the pouty face and he would bend to her wishes.

As she slipped into a comfy slumber each night she began to have a reoccurring dream. Something would wake her, a voice, calling her name. She would wander out the back screen door and down to the sand. Out at the end of the dock was a bright light, it was warm and inviting so she approached. I figure was there….she was drawn to him. The closer she got the hotter her body felt, not a burning feeling but something inside her, something her young body did not understand. There would be just his silhouette as he reached for her, touching her before a burst of light. Then all of a sudden she would be swimming in the cove. Transformed into a beautiful mermaid. But it was short lived as she woke to a blaring alarm and all she could do was pray that the dream would return.

Over the years the dream became more sporadic, no matter how badly she wanted to know who this strange man was or the desire to feel his magic touch. She still spent her days in the water and had become an amazing swimmer, she could hold her breath so long that her father could no longer watch her swim without panicking that she was drowning. She swam till the sun cooled into the ocean and the bright moon burst into the night sky.

Now more years have turned her into a young woman, her body changing and the dream forgotten. She spent her days taking care of her retired father as he had taken care of her. She did however in the brisk night air find herself drawn to the water. Taking to a bit of skinny dipping in the dead of night.

Today she buried her father and came home to the cold dark house. She could not eat so she took a shower and lay in bed crying. For hours she lay there staring at the ceiling and decided she needed something to soothe her. A nice long swim under the moonlight helped her find a little peace. After her dip she wrapped herself in her towel and heading back to the house. Nothing but silence, she slipped naked into her bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Something woke her. A sound from outside, her eyes fluttered open as she stepped to the window. A light at the end of the dock, it couldn’t be, that was a childish dream. Was she still asleep? She walked outside wearing nothing but the cool night air. The closer she got the warmer her body felt, older now she knew this feeling. It was the same feeling as when her fingers brushed against her own flesh in a moment of need. When she closed her eyes and took herself to a point of ecstasy. He was there…she knew tonight he was there again.

She ran across the sand until she reached the pier. Her eyes squinted at the shimmering image of a man. It looked like he was walking through a ring of fire as she heard him call for her. She bit her lip and went to him. A tall man, body chiseled with deep dark eyes. He took her hand as she felt her body grow damp and weak. He smiled “I can make your dream come true. If you still long for it?” his husky voice made her shiver. “But you must give yourself to me completely” She nodded “yes, please its all I ever wanted”

He took her hand and walked with her to the cove, eyes locked together with no words spoken. He lay her down in the sand as his body hovered over her. He opened her mouth with his as she sank into the soft blanket of white. His hands touch her body like no other, a gentle strength guiding her every movement. One hand took both of hers and held them over her head to stretch her tight body for his mouth. Slowly sucking and teasing her nipples as her body swelled. As his mouth explored her tight nipples his free hand opened her legs. His thick fingers brushed over her tender body as she felt him enter her. Back arched and moans escaping into his mouth his thick cock glided into her wet silk. He took his time with long deep powerful thrusts into her quivering body. His teeth grazing her flesh as he released her hands as they ran though his hair.

She wrapped her legs and arms around him as he made love to her. His mouth and hands knowing every inch of her body. She felt is building and start to rise in her. Orgasms crashed along her trembling body over and over as he took her. She watched as he lifted his body and gripped her inner thighs. His long shaft pulling back to the tip and lunging into her core. He closed his eyes as she felt his body begin to burn. An eruption of thick cream burst inside her as she cried out. Her body tingled, it burned….a painful pleasure as she felt him pull out of her.

He kissed her slow as she held on tightly. Their bodies joined snugly as his skin began to burn. Even the kiss was so hot it scorched her lips. Yet she could not pull away, her eyes shut as she felt something happening. With a bright purple hue surrounding their bodies their passions ignited.

Eventually she woke on the edge of the beach and opened her eyes. She must of been sleepwalking, she tried to stand. But she couldn’t, she looked down at her legs, a tail. She looked over her new mermaid body with excitement but realizing he was not there. She looked around frantically for him until she heard him speak her name. She looked up toward the sun to see a beautiful phoenix flapping in the morning sun. “I had only one gift to give before my transformation and I gave it to you. I have watched you for all of these years and knew you were ready. I will always watch over you” He flew away into the bright sun as she swam off into the sea. Free to be who she always was inside her dreams.

I could here you both arguing in the other room. I couldn’t think straight so I tossed open the door. “What are you two arguing about!” Your red faces let me know it was something you didn’t want to admit. “Both of you have 10 seconds to tell me what you are fighting over!” Lowered eyes and giggles.

“Ummmm well we snuck in while you were showering last night to watch you and we were arguing over which one of us should get to suck your big cock daddy.” Your shy eyes resting on my crotch now as you are biting lips and giggling more. I was shocked at first.

“Oh well, I think there is only one solution to your little spat…..” I walk over to the bed and remove my pants. I lay back on the bed “……….come on girls you know its big enough to share. Why don’t you show daddy what those pretty mouths do.”

incestuous-creampie:

I love feeling daddy’s cock deep inside me as he fills me with his incestuous spunk.

You were always the cutest ballerina as a child but as you grew up I stopped going to your shows. I honestly was having an issue with all those young girls in leotards prancing around, doing spreads and splits. I guess I was just a old dirty man but I didn’t want to admit the real reason was you. Your body started to develop and I found myself even at home being aroused when I saw you, there was no way I could sit there and watch you moving around in a body suit without physically aching.

It became a bit of an argument with your mother and part of our separation. I think she knew. We had grown distant and when you were home I couldn’t hear her. Our sex life was gone and I was avoiding your special events as you became a premier dancer. I hated myself for it but you never once acted upset by it. You graduated and other than my visitations we still talked on skype all the time. You had earned a dance scholarship and an internship at the local studio you had competed with for a dozen years.

Last night you begged me to come see you teach the young girls. I grumbled a bit playfully but I missed you now that you were tied up with school and work. I arrived and you were already in class. The girl at the desk told me I could see you by sitting in the adjoining dance room and looking through the small glass viewing window. So I stepped into the empty room and over to the connecting wall. I peered in to watch you dancing with them. Oh the kids were so adorable and you looked so beautiful. You really did. Can’t believe how you had grown. I found myself watching you move, stretch, float across the room teaching them the basics in perfect form. My mind wandered again.

How that pink tight outfit stretched over your breasts, firm, tight body. You bend and I felt my body respond. You lifted a leg and I found my hand moving over my swollen crotch. Fuck I should not of come. This was still a bad idea and there was clearly something wrong with me. I started to turn to head out of the empty viewing room when I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see you running at me with a leap I caught you. your soft lips on my cheek as you clung around me. The your smile changed. You slid down off my body and looked at my aroused state. “Daddy you still get hard watching me dance?” You hadn’t called me that in years. I almost choked. I couldn’t, I didn’t….what to do???

“Hold on” you giggled a bit and walked over to the door watching the other room. The the lights went off “So lucky that is the last class tonight. They are gone now.” you turned and walked back to me with that warm look in your eyes. “Its ok daddy………” “You knew?” “It’s why I still dance.” I reached over and held my face and kissed me. She started to unbutton my shirt and I stopped her. “its not….we’re not suppose too..” She stepped back and pulled her leotard down across her body exposing her stiff nipples. “I’m and adult now and I love you, I have always wanted to take care of you like mom didn’t. I knew about it all daddy and now we don’t have to worry about it anymore.” She stepped out of her outfit and returned to undressing me. She showed me a new way to dance, slow, passionate, bodies pressed, wet and hard together. My ballerina.

I am first and foremost a father “Daddy”, and nothing is more precious to me than to love, nurture, and protect those whom I care for. My world has meaning because of them and I will do anything and everything in my power to be there for them in every way they need and want. Cherished & endless love for my littles!

Thanks to all the Dad’s out there whom live their life for their little ones!

Happy Father’s Day!

Damn it felt so good feeling her guide my thick cock into her tight pussy. I eased in and pumped my cock yet her little fingers stayed wrapped around my shaft not wanting to let go of it. I let my eyes travel up her body as her teddy had been push up over her hips and her legs open wide. I held her under the knee and drove my cock in picking up speed. my eyes continued to rise up her body to find her breasts heaving with tight pebbled nipples. I leaned down in slow motion to suck them as my eyes moved up to her face……….it was YOU!

“Holy fuck no……!” I jolted from my dream covered in sweat and hard as steel. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and rush into the bathroom to throw cold water in my face. Splash after splash trying to get the images out of my head that I just had. I looked in the mirror as this aged man with rough stubble and gray mixed into his once brown hair. “What the fuck was that Michael!” I looked at myself and realized I had just had a sex dream about my daughter. It actually had not been my first, it was a reoccurring dream. I had never gotten that deep into the dream to see it was your face. I looked at myself, the gray was even slightly in my chest hair. My flannel sleeping pants were tented with my raging hard on and I felt sick.

I calmed myself and found myself walking down to your room. Each step creaked a bit on the wooden floor boards. I peered into your room to see you sleeping. God where did time go, you were grown into a beautiful little………..woman. When your mom left me I worried I would lose you but the guy she was with was not looking for family, lucky for me I guess. I got to raise you, well I got to have you live with me as you grew up. I know I was not the best father but I was a fun dad. All I ever wanted was to make my princess happy and let you feel the love that I never really did except with you of course. You were everything to me.

Now you would sure enough run off to college and if you ever knew the sick thoughts I had been having recently you would never look back. This house will be so cold when you go, I still felt sick. I ran my fingers through my hair looking at you all curled up under the thick blankets. What was wrong with me, I know I never dated again but did I need sex so badly that my mind would picture it with you? *a deep sigh*

I pulled your door closed and went back to my room. I needed a cold shower or maybe I just needed to jerk off, I mean if I took care of the urge I would not think that way right. I turned on the shower and slipped out of my pants. I stepped in and lay my hands on the tile for awhile just letting the hot water to pour down my neck and back. I started washing my hair and then my body and with a full erection I began to stroke myself off slowly. I could not get the image of you laying naked under me out of my head.