Because it seems every family has its own traditions, when my kids were little we had family movie nights. This means our living room does double duty as popcorn and candy. Usually, by the second movie, my wife is sleeping on the couch, my son is sleeping on the floor, and my daughter is sleeping on my lap. This is a typical Saturday in our family.
As our children grew older and became less interested in spending weekend nights with their parents, my wife and I often took advantage of the empty house to have fast and vigorous sex instead of wasting time watching movies. When my children went off to college, I thought we would have long periods of vigorous sex, but the intimacy between us diminished.
In December, both of our kids went home for winter break. Our son is in his first year of graduate school and our daughter is a junior in college. After a wonderful dinner and a few bottles of wine, my son suggested renting some movies and bringing them back for a family movie night during the holidays. When everyone agrees, I’m glad our family tradition hasn’t been completely forgotten.
We all put on our pajamas, made popcorn and put on the first movie. I thought my daughter would think she was too old to sit on her dad’s lap, but she immediately jumped on it like she was eight years old again.
About 20 minutes into the movie, my daughter reached down to our feet, grabbed some popcorn and put her knees on either side of my legs. As she started to sit up, she slipped and I instinctively grabbed her thighs to steady her. That’s when her nightgown was pulled up and I saw she was wearing a thong. Light blue, lace. I tried to look away, but as I helped her back into a sitting position on my lap, I was mesmerized.
For the next 5 minutes, I tried to focus on the movie, not on what my daughter was wearing under her pajamas. I treasure this rare family moment, and oh my god, I don’t want to scare and disappoint my daughter with an erection. It wasn’t until she went down to get more popcorn that I was able to focus on the movie again. She again put her knees on either side of my legs, but this time she pushed her body down so that her belly was touching my knees when she bent down. Her nightgown slid down again, exposing her thong and ass. I immediately looked at my wife, but she was engrossed in the movie.
“I’m coming back, Dad, can you hold me?”
I thoughtfully placed my hands on her upper thighs and began to pull her back. When I carefully traced the fabric covering her pussy, the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers made my cock twitch. Jesus Christ. Fuck. I’m getting an erection. I’m wearing sweatpants. God damn it.
To hide it from him, I picked up a blanket that was draped over the back of the recliner and tried to hide it between the two of us as if I was cold.
“What a great idea,” my daughter said. “I’m cold.” She pulled the blanket away from us and sat back down on my hard, sweatpants-covered cock. She clearly felt my hardness as it stiffened while pressing us in. Damn it.
I’m trying to think of a way to apologize, but how would you do that? After a few seconds, she covered us with the blanket and sat back down. Maybe she convinced herself that what she felt between her ass was not my hard cock. I smelled her hair as she bent down in front of me. It smells amazing.
For the next five minutes I wanted to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and wipe myself, but the pain associated with this erection was really exciting. My daughter must have felt it but she still sat on it. My cock twitched every time I thought about his hard cock pressed between her cheek and lower back.
At this point I completely lost interest in the movie. I kept looking at the screen so as not to draw attention to myself, but all I could think about was my hard cock. The next time my daughter went to get some popcorn, I made the unwise decision to pull my sweatpants up to her thighs. I could see my hard cock through my boxers. I stared at her panty-clad pussy and cursed to myself. When she asked for help to stand up again, I grabbed her upper thighs and this time rubbed my thumb over her cheek.
As soon as she sat down, she realized the lessening of our connection and froze again. I boldly pulled my penis out of the hole in my boxers. It was all I could do not to grab my shaft and immediately start jerking it off. I pulled her nightgown up to her hips, pressed my cock between us and pulled her back to me. She gasped softly. Then I swayed in my chair.
The force of movement now made my cock slide between her panty clad labia. Damn it. What am I doing? What was she thinking? Is she scared? I looked again at my wife who was sleeping on the couch. I bravely ran my hands up and down my daughter’s sides, touching both sides of her breasts. When I reached her hips I grabbed them and started pulling them towards me, spreading them apart. I am doing my daughter’s thing. Damn it feels so good. It feels so good.
I continued doing this, stopping every now and then so that I didn’t put my weight on her, until the movie was over. We sat still in our chairs. Now what? How can I get up like this? What is she going to do? Is she going to tell her mother?
Surprisingly, my daughter asked her brother to put on a movie and make more popcorn so she wouldn’t have to get up. Is it because she wanted to be in my lap? Or because she didn’t want them to see anything and think she was a willing participant? Oh no. What am I doing? God, she smells so good.
My wife woke up hearing the popcorn popping and opened another bottle of wine. While my cock was still trapped between my daughter’s cute slit, I took another drink and my daughter took a drink too, she drank almost all of it in one go.
When the lights went off again and the second movie started again, I took another look at my wife and she caught my attention and smiled at me. I smiled too as I pushed my hips into my daughter. Oh Jesus, what is wrong with me?
A little while later she bent down to get more popcorn and I noticed something wet in her panties. Fuck, she was wet. I don’t know if I was acting on some primal impulse or what, but I quietly grabbed my wife’s sewing scissors from the coffee table and snipped a small piece of fabric from her body. I pulled the fabric down, exposing her bare ass and pussy. As I pulled her towards me, her wet pussy lips slid over my cock and I let out a long sigh.
“Are you tired?” my wife asked.
“Maybe a little,” I replied, my heart beating faster as I realized I needed to be more careful.
“We can look at it tomorrow,” she said. “If you’re too tired.”
“No, no,” I assured her. “I’m fine.”
Understatement of the year. My daughter turned to me and smiled. Is she okay? I think she is. Then she started to buck her hips and soak my cock with her juices. Oh my god, I’m in heaven. I reached down to her stomach and ran my fingers over her clit, pausing to rub the edges. She rubbed my fingers faster and faster.
After a while, he asked me to move the chair again, which I did immediately.
This time, the force of the movement brought our wet naked parts together in the most provocative way. The tip of my cock slid against her vagina and she grabbed my arm, breathing heavily.
“Can you turn the volume up a little?” I said to my son. Anything that relaxes us and motivates us to move forward is a good thing. I then looked at my wife. Asleep. Wonderful.
As we were swaying, I pulled my daughter back to me and rubbed my hands over her body, stopping at her breasts and hips. I kissed her neck and shoulders. I lifted my hips to meet hers. Suddenly she leaned forward slightly, causing my cock to become erect. I looked between our legs and saw her hand wrap around the base of my cock and start to guide it towards her wet hole. Oh my god. I have never been so excited in my life.
When my cock hit her hole, I wanted to scream, gurgle, slurp, anything. The tip of my cock entered her pussy and I watched as she slowly took the whole cock in. She started rocking the chair again, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Fuck, I can’t handle this. I stopped her, pulled out and put on my sweatpants.
He looked at me, hurt and angry. I blinked.
“I’m taking this sleepy girl to her room,” I announced. With the blanket still draped over us, I carried her up the stairs. I was going to put her in bed and take her to her room – but we couldn’t make it that far.
As soon as I put her on the stairs, she turned to face me. I looked into her eyes, I felt hungry and I pushed her down. I kissed her lips and she opened her mouth to accept my kiss. Our lips connected and I immediately took off the sweatpants. My cock couldn’t wait to get back in her pussy. I put it in and she started grunting. Man, this is amazing.
You might think having sex on the stairs is a little inconvenient, of course, you’d be right, but at that moment I would be fucking her on a bed of nails and I would be so horny for her. I growled at her and she pushed me back. I started kissing her neck, at the same time moving my fingers to her clit, flicking, twisting and pumping. Her eyes met mine and she opened her mouth. She looked down at my fingers, then threw her head back as I felt her pussy walls start to contract around my cock.
“Oh oh oh Daddy. Oh oh oh oh oh,” she whispered. She stilled with a silent scream and dug her nails into my ass, pounding my hips as hard as she could to enjoy her orgasm to the fullest. It wasn’t long after that that I was thrusting in and out, grunting like a caveman as I felt the urge to come. I was about to pull away, but she grabbed my hips, locked eyes with me and said:
“come into me.”
Oh my god, you won’t believe what it feels like when your daughter says these things to you. I kissed her again, fondled her, stroked her and had the longest, best time of my life. I held her tight and came inside her over and over again and she moaned into my mouth.
Damn it.
I can’t wait for the next family movie night.
