Editor’s Note: This story contains scenes of rough, unwanted, and questionable consensual or non-consensual sex.
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Tony looked up and saw his father staring at his breasts.
At nine o’clock on a typical Tuesday night, she was sitting on the living room floor. Job applications, envelopes and copies of resumes from breakfast from hell were scattered around her.
His mother told him that since he graduated from high school but only took a few classes at community college, he would have to get a job and pay rent to get the right to live in the room he’s had since childhood. Rent and his phone bill, but the mother added—as if she were committing a huge act of generosity—that Tony would not be asked to pay for groceries and utilities. He’s so big.
Daddy was right there, staring at her boobs. Like he was hypnotized or something.
She looked down. She was wearing worn, faded jeans and one of her old denim work shirts with the sleeves rolled up. The top tie was gone, the bottom buttons were undone, and the front of the shirt was open, revealing the edge of her bra and the depths of her cleavage.
She hadn’t realized yet that she had caught his eye. If she took a breath and pulled her shirt together, he would know. It would be embarrassing. Awkward. What would he say? What would she say?
But she couldn’t just sit there and look at him…he’s Daddy, for crying out loud! Her father!
What the hell is he doing? That errant man. That dirty old man. That’s his daughter! His nineteen-year-old daughter with curly black hair and bright blue eyes. He had no right to stare at her like she was one of those girls in his magazine.
Oh yes, Toni knows all about the magazines. She kept them in the nightstand drawer. Magazines filled with nipple shots and beaver shots, with ads for phone sex hotlines and companionship services stuck to the back of them. She also knew the videos. And the pornography on her computer.
In her opinion, her father is a man, and all men are the same… all men are pigs. Men watched, men drooled, men masturbated in lonely darkness.
And here he was staring at her. He’s really sick. He should have stared at her so she knew he was caught red handed. Look what he did next. How should she explain this?
Toni found another application – some stores in the mall were hiring, she was lucky – and pretended to look at it. She felt distraught and angry, but also incredibly powerful.
After all, he must have thought she was worth looking at. In a way, it was really nice. Tony knew she had a nice figure. Her waist might be thicker than he thought and her legs were a little thick, but she had big, juicy tits and a killer ass.
Then let him see it. It made his eyes fill with this old pervert. It seems he can’t do anything about it. Take a picture Dad, it will last a long time.
She leaned forward, reaching for the farthest button, her breasts sticking out of the gap in her shirt. The bra cup of one of them almost bounced out – it was too thin for a genius like Tony – and she imagined her father’s eyes almost popping out. Was he making a wish there, sending out spiritual vibrations in the hope that the next button would slip into the hole? Hoping to catch a glimpse of areolas?
It’s… almost funny. Wrong, but interesting.
Tony sat up and risked a sideways glance. Dad’s face turned red and he looked at his chest. His throat shook as he swallowed.
Toni acted so absorbed that it seemed she forgot he was there. She lay on her stomach, rested her chin on her elbows and pretended to study the application. Her breasts were pressed together, a city of cleavage.
She fidgeted with the pen, holding it between her fingers, then put the tip in her mouth and chewed on it thoughtfully.
Take another look. Dad must have blushed. Suddenly, his body stirred, he cleared his throat, and flipped through the TV guide in his hand. He looked guilty and embarrassed.
Strength. Yes, it is a feeling of power. If he feels guilty, that’s okay, it might work and she can take him with her against mother when there will be eternal strife between them again.
Dad was fidgeting in his chair. As he crossed his legs, Tony caught a glimpse of a possible lump in his crotch.
Is that what he thought? A hard one? Well. Well, that’s too bad. Guilt is one thing. What’s on? That’s another.
But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t planning on doing anything about it…well, except maybe…next time he…
No, Dad wouldn’t. Dad didn’t dare. At any rate, he wasn’t thinking of that when he did it. It would be very wrong.
But it can also be a little… hot.
A warm tingle rose on her cheeks. Great, she’s blushing now! Her nipples had shrunk into hard little peaks.
What was she thinking?
God…she should have never broken up with Devin. The lack of a steady boyfriend drove her sex-crazed. If she’s getting turned on by imagining her dad masturbating, she must be pretty desperate.
She swayed her hips and told herself to ignore the fact that she felt a little steamy down there.
For someone approaching fifty, it didn’t help that Dad was a big man. All his friends said so. Mom’s friend said the same thing. He has short black hair with gray salt streaks like George Clooney. Dreamy blue eyes. A crooked smile like Harrison Ford. He jogs and works out four times a week, so he’s in pretty good shape with no strains or loose muscles.
Of course Mom never complained. Tony heard her sometimes, the sound of the bedroom headboard creaking on the other side of the wall. Mom always seemed happy. Hey, she started meowing like a cat in heat.
These are absolutely wrong ideas.
There was a slow, hot throb in her pussy and nipples. Toni breathed hard and bit the tip of the pen hard, leaving a mark. She stared blankly at the same application for several minutes, the lines of the font so inscrutable they looked like hieroglyphics.
God, she was horny. She missed Devon. At the time, getting rid of him seemed like the right thing to do. He was a greedy, selfish, sadistic bastard who had betrayed her with one of her former best friends. But now, she would welcome his hands all over her.
She wished they were in her room… just the two of them in the house… music playing… Devin was by her bed with her knees over his shoulders while he held her like a man, his cock pounding into her.
Her jeans were too tight and were rubbing against her, causing friction that was both annoying and pleasurable. She couldn’t even finish the application. Not at this stage. She found herself trying to fill out the required fields, and instead of circling the “M” or “F” where she wrote “Gender,” she just wrote in stark black letters “Yes!”
Tony began gathering documents. Dad looked up from the TV guide, his expression carefully neutral, his eyes never lower than his chin.
“Is it done?” he asked, his voice mostly quiet, and she might have missed it if she hadn’t been listening for a particularly raspy tone.
“I’ll do it tomorrow,” Tony said, standing up. “I’m tired, I have to go to bed.”
“Only nine,” he said.
“Yeah, okay…” She yawned and stretched, but realized too late that when she did so, her breasts were popping out, her nipples still erect, creating a small tent against the denim.
The TV guide was shaking in Dad’s hands. His eyes were downcast. Tony pretended not to see it.
What happened to him? Sick, sick, sick…but to his embarrassment, he was blamed. It was funny to watch Dad struggle, wanting to look but not daring to, even though it was being displayed right in front of him.
She put down the pen and bent down to pick it up. The front of her shirt was hanging down. For a moment before she straightened up again, he was sure he would see something spectacular if he looked right. He almost wished she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She was convinced her previous judgment was correct. It was a lump in his crotch. Quite big. He was wearing an undershirt and wasn’t hiding much.
That strange, dirty pride came over him again. He kept looking at her. His expression hardened as he looked at her, even though she was his biological daughter.
Also because she was his own daughter. Forbidden fruit and more. The ultimate forbidden fruit.
Tony went up to his room and put those stupid job applications on his desk. He thought of his father downstairs and wondered what he was doing. Could he really be fantasizing about her? Nothing could be more wrong. He was sitting in a chair, his hand in his sweatpants, bending over his cock, rubbing it, and he missed the look of her breasts, and it was his fault.
He won’t. This shouldn’t happen in the living room. No, he’ll wait. He’ll take a shower and get warm, wet and soapy…
Her knees gave out and Tony had to sit down. She couldn’t believe she was being affected by something that should have scared and hurt her. This was the father she thought of, her biological father! Why was she sitting here imagining him masturbating? Worse still, was he still thinking about her when he did that?
Dad would not do that. Dad did not have the courage.
Then suddenly a new idea came to her mind, but she didn’t like it at all. Mom would be home from work at the casino soon, and what if Dad took Mom to her room, stripped her naked and fucked her…while in her mind watching Tony? What if she thought of Tony sucking her Mom’s nipples and putting his cock in her mouth?
She’s in the next room. Their voices could be heard through the walls. Hear mother’s moans and screams, hear the rattle of the headboard and the creak of the bed springs.
Is he…jealous?
That’s crazy. She wasn’t jealous. If she was, that means she wanted to fuck her dad, but she didn’t. That’s offensive.
So what does she want?
In this state, she could barely think straight. Toni knew she had to do something about it or else she would never be able to sleep. But she couldn’t call Devin and ask if he wanted to come over. She could only rely on herself.
She took off her comfortable, faded jeans. She could see herself in the full-length mirror, the hem of her denim shirt hanging halfway down her bare legs, her dark hair hanging loose around her shoulders. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes were hazy, and her lips were full and shiny as she ran her tongue over them.
Tony slowly showed off, unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall open. Her attractive white panties were transparent enough to show her dark tuft of pubic hair. The bulge in the panties was wet and pressed against her pussy crevice.
If Devin were here, he’d be on his knees in front of her, trying to rip her panties off with his teeth. She’d feel the wet warmth of his breath on her skin. He’d push his face between her legs as he lowered them, his nose burying itself into her thatch and his tongue darting out to tease her clit.
Tony closed his eyes and thought about Devin taking off her shirt and bra, then moving her panties down her legs and taking them off. Devin…bronze surfer boy hair, broad shoulders, narrow hips, that lovely long slender cock.
She rolled over on her side on the bed and slid her hands down her stomach, revealing them to be Devin’s hands. Devin’s fingers caressed her labia. Well, he was a real bastard, but regardless, he was good for one thing.
As he pushed two fingers in, he imagined Devin on top of him, Devin’s cock going deep, moving slowly but hard. Devon’s ass flexed.
Toni bit her lip to keep from moaning, her fingers getting wet as they moved in and out of her pussy. Devin… Devin was fucking her… so good… his balls were slapping against her ass with every stroke…
Then, in his imagination, he involuntarily saw the door to his room suddenly open, and his father was there, the angry father pulled Devin away from him, beat him, cursed loudly, kicked him, Devin frantically grabbed his clothes and jumped to his feet.
Dad turned to Toni, who was still spread out on the bed, too shocked to move or cover herself… Dad ran his hot eyes over her body, over her erect nipples and her bulging, glistening pussy, open and ready…
She jerked her hands away with a harsh sound and sat up. Her chest heaved, her eyes wide.
“Oh my god,” Tony whispered. “Oh my god, this is so disgusting for you to even think about.”
But is it so bad to just daydream? It wouldn’t have happened. If Dad had walked between him and Devin, he wouldn’t have gotten angry and kicked Devin out. He would have stuttered an apology and stormed out, slamming the door.
And he never will…
Of course, she never thought until tonight that he would see her like this. Staring at her breasts. He didn’t look at her with sadistic amazement like her father did when he saw how big his baby girl had gotten. Like she was one of the girls in the magazine. Tony didn’t look. He only saw a pair of round, ripe young breasts… and probably thought about stuffing his hard cock between them and fucking her until he cummed all over her face.
Toni moaned, a wave of heat rising from her pussy.
Is he thinking something like this?
What difference would it make if it was? He knew it was wrong. Otherwise, why would he be so nervous? He was already blushing. Embarrassed.
She’s already done that. Makes her really hot. Make her feel bad. Make her think about those things.
Without even trying. It almost made him wonder what she could do if she really put her mind to it. She’d probably drive him crazy.
Strangely, the thought made her even hornier.
It must be a power thing. Good old fashioned female mystique.
God knows she enjoyed it with Devon and the other boys in high school. Being able to control them with a smile, the licking of pencil erasers, the unexpected flashes of panties… don’t she and her friends always throw a tantrum over it? It’s fun, watching people stumble around and try to stay calm while drooling like dogs.
Of course, these same strategies work for older men too. Didn’t her friend Sheila use them to make a good impression on her math teacher, Mr. Wharton? Sheila assigned him the task, sat in the front row with her knees spread apart, acted as if she was oblivious to the fact that he could see up her skirt, and her breasts brushed against his arm as he asked about the task.
But this isn’t a teacher. This is her father!
If mom finds out…
Tony was nervous. Mom wouldn’t know. Dad wasn’t stupid enough to stare at Tony’s boobs when Mom was home. Plus, it could have been a one-time thing. A momentary mistake. She just happened to notice. For all she knew, he was probably thinking about someone else. Maybe he was aroused by reading an article about his favorite actress in TV Guide.
Yes. Pretend. Those are her boobs.
She heard the shower start in the master bathroom next to Mom and Dad’s bedroom.
Take a cold shower? Or the hot, soapy, steamy kind he’d thought of earlier? Was Dad there now, unable to keep his dirty thoughts away from Tony? Was he using the hiss of the spray to hide his grunts and gasps as he lathered his cock and fucked his hand?
Was he having a fantasy about her? So what if he is? It’s just a fantasy. It won’t hurt anyone. No one will know. Even if they were thinking about each other at the same time, it doesn’t mean much. It’s still not true.
Tony slid his hand between her thighs. She turned around slowly, remembering the dull expression on her father’s face when she saw him looking down at his shirt… and remembering how when he crossed his legs, the fabric of his sweatpants instantly clung to his slim and strong body. Disgusting, even as he fucked his cock faster and faster through the tight soapy gloves…
She came so intensely that a new star of white light seemed to burst silently in her mind, making her vision blur and her ears spin. She fell sideways on the bed, her thighs clenched by her hands, curled into a fetal position. The room spun and spun around her.
After regaining her balance, Toni sat up cautiously. She felt powerless and completely embarrassed. She loses herself when she thinks of her father and she thinks of him… oh god, this is horrible. It felt really good, but it still sucked.
The sound of the shower has stopped. Tony was listening carefully to what was going on in the next room.
Wouldn’t it be fun if there was a peephole in the wall? Just like she expected if her ever-hungry little brother tried to spy on her while she changed… But what if it was dad? What if he came over and turned on the tap as the lid, making her think he was taking a shower, when he was actually sitting on the floor, peeping through the peephole, watching her from across the wall?
When he…
Oh my god. The lights were on and she was naked, spread out on the bed for the whole world to see, fingers buried in her dripping wet pussy. How amazing! Ha…if daddy saw her like this, he would definitely open her door…
No, he wouldn’t. What was she thinking? Would he go mad with desire and turn into some rabid beast? Storming into her room, his huge throbbing cock thrusting forward?
She was there, almost there, she couldn’t stop…but maybe he would jerk her hand away and fall on top of her…
“Wait,” Tonya said to herself. She felt a new interest inside her and pushed it out of her mind. She put on a royal blue satin nightgown, turned off the light and crawled under the quilt.
This is really wrong. A perversion. Go to the clinic and tell me about your parents, Dr. Floyd…this is disgusting. Like the Oedipus complex, only for a girl…she thinks it’s a syndrome or complex, but damn if she remembers what it’s called. Anyway, this is sick. Dreaming about her father fucking her? Sick, sick, sick.
He would never do that. It doesn’t sound like a schoolboy or a teacher either. She could tease him and seduce him all she wanted, but nothing would happen. A schoolboy, or even a teacher, if you put enough pressure on him, sooner or later he would break down and try something. Where is Daddy? Her dad? She could walk around the house in her birthday suit and let him catch her masturbating, and he would never lay a finger on her. He wouldn’t dare. It’s wrong. Sick, immoral, perverted, and wrong. The law says so, the church says so, everybody says so except ancient Egyptians and people with red hair. It’s bad enough just to think about it. It feels bad enough. Are you really doing something? Never will.
