He was snoring.
He had fallen asleep.
I bit my lip. Did that mean he was asleep and naked?
A shudder ran through me. I had seen pictures of guys dicks before, but those were in health class. I had never looked up more. Nor had a guy every sent me a dick pic. Renee got them all the time. She would complain about it and yet acted like they were trophies.
Points she had scored by taking pics of her sunbathing in her bikini and posting them on Instagram.
I shuddered. Then I slid off the bed and pulled on my shorts and panties. Daddy was such a heavy sleeper. I bet I could peak in. Mommy had gone back downstairs. Probably back to canning or sewing or working on some craft requiring copious uses of hot glue. Nancy was probably making some tacky decoration–she loved that–and Renee was sunbathing. Clancy had his car to work on.
Daddy and I were the only ones upstairs.
Gripping my damp body pillow, I hurried out of the bedroom. In moments, I was at the door to my parents’ room, feeling so wicked and naughty. I just had to go in there and see Dad’s cock. It would be perfect for the story with Lisa and Mitch.
I reached my parents’ door. I swallowed. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I listened. I heard the door to Mom’s canning room and workshop closing. This was it. I grabbed the doorknob and opened it slowly. A creak.
I had my lie ready in case Daddy woke up.
A musky smell filled my nose. Like my pussy but somehow naughtier. The scent of my parents’ love-making. I peered into the room. There was Daddy snoring softly on the bed. He was naked, the sheets rumpled.
His cock was half-hard and arching over his stomach. A wicked shiver ran through me. I stared at it, my heart pounding. I bit my lip and dropped my pillow. I knew this was wrong, but I just had to get a closer look.
For my story.
That was it.
I wasn’t into my daddy or anything. It was Mitch. A tall and handsome older guy that Lisa just went wild for. He had black hair and a goatee, but he wasn’t my dad. It was just a coincidence that handsome Mitch looked similar.
Lisa certainly wasn’t me. I mean, she had smaller boobs than me and was nineteen. Totally not me.
I reached the bed and stared down at my sleeping dad. His chest rose and fell. His cock twitched. It had a wet gleam to it. A fleshy shaft with a pink crown. His balls were so hairy. His thick, black bush covered everything.
I squirmed there, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I wanted to do more sexy things. I licked my lips. What was it like to suck a cock? I had always tried to imagine it. I would use my fingers and suck on them. Or sometimes a banana.
But this cock was different. It had a spongy crown. The shaft was thicker and longer than I thought, and Daddy wasn’t even erect. I shivered as I looked around the room. My pussy itched so naughtily. Daddy was a heavy sleeper.
And I needed it for my story.
It wasn’t like I could go and get a boy to be my boyfriend and go on a date to the movies and then maybe, in the car, give him a handjob or a blowjob to find out how it worked. This was my only chance maybe for a while. They were talking about having us quarantined for months more. Longer even.
I slid onto the bed. I licked my lips. Daddy could sleep through a hurricane. That was the joke. He would fall asleep watching movies and miss all the loud action. I bet he would never know if I just gave his cock a quick suck.
A wild heat rippled through me. I licked my lips. This wasn’t real sex. Wasn’t incest. This was research. Authors had to do research. I wanted my sexy scenes to be as realistic as possible. It was all that dumb disease fault I had to suck my daddy’s dick.
That was it.
I grabbed his cock and leaned in. He felt so warm in my hand. He was surprisingly spongy. I didn’t squeeze him hard. He was also sticky. That was mommy’s cream on him. No time to clean him off. I just had to suck on him.
I bet Mitch would like Lisa to suck on his cock after they had made love. I bet that would be so naughty to write about. So this was my cream. Only… It wasn’t the sweet aroma I was used to. This was a spicy musk.
I shivered and lowered my lips. I was inches from Daddy’s cock. I shuddered, my stomach brimming with fear. I drew in a deep breath, and then I just swallowed the tip. He slid into my mouth. I tasted the spicy flavor of Mom’s cream. I sucked on him, my cheeks hollowing.
His cock throbbed in my hand. I stared up at him, making sure he was still asleep.
He was.
I sucked a second time. My hand slid up and down his wet shaft. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing up his dick. I wiggled my hips, my panties so soaked. I needed to change them. I shuddered, nursing on him with hunger.
This was what Lisa did to Mitch. She sucked on his cock after he fucked her while she called him Daddy.
I shuddered, nursing on my daddy’s cock. I felt all hot and itchy. I tried to remember everything I was feeling for my story. My tongue swirled around his cock. I felt the texture. The taste. There was something salty.
His precum!
I groaned and nursed. Of course, I had to make Daddy cum. I had to know what jizz tasted like. His cock swelled harder. Grew longer. I was making him fully erect. This wild heat rushed through my body.
I felt so wicked. I knew this was so wrong, but I didn’t care. My story needed accurate research. So I sucked and nursed. I caressed him with my tongue. My pussy clenched and taboo heat rippled out of my naughty nethers.