Chapter 2: An Mouthful of an Alarm Clock

The day we had decided upon came finally and I had a terrible time falling asleep the night before as I fantasized about what might happen the next day. Finally I nodded off for what seemed like only minutes before I was awakened with the pleasing soft touch of my father’s cock rubbing up against my cheeks. Damn, time to get up already? Oh well, at least I had the world’s best alarm clock! I was too tired to even open my eyes so I just opened my mouth wide and immediately felt his fleshy cock slipping between my lips. He hadn’t showered yet making the odor of his crotch pretty strong, just the way I liked it. I don’t like dirty men but a little sweat and sex always made a good combination. There was also a lingering trace of another scent which I recognized as my mom’s pussy - they must have had a good time last night!

I laid still as he did all of the work, stroking his cock in and out of my mouth like he was fucking it. I ran my tongue around his cock as it moved over it, at the same time making sure I didn’t let my teeth hurt him. My dad’s cock grew bigger and bigger as the blood rushed into it, making it feel warmer in my mouth as it filled him.

This was one of my favorite moments when giving a blowjob - when the cock was miraculously growing in my mouth. No matter how many cocks I may have sucked, I still got the same thrill I had with my very first one. It made me feel like the sexiest woman alive knowing that I was making it do this, that it transforming because it wanted me. Although not nearly the biggest cock I had ever had, my dad’s was respectable and when he got fully erect it was hard for me to take all of him in. If I was the one controlling the BJ then I would get all but the last inch or so in my mouth after which I would take it slow and ease him down into my throat to get the final bit in until my mouth was pressing against the base of his shaft.

At times like now, when he was literally fucking my mouth, he would stroke about half of himself in and out which was easier for me to handle. I could tell from the forcefulness and speed of his strokes that he was getting close to cumming and his breathing was getting heavier and faster.

“That’s it Kelly,” he gasped, “let me fuck your mouth. Damn it feels soooooo good this morning.”

While this morning started out with a blowjob, some mornings he would start by fucking me while on a few occasions he just masturbated as he watched me sleeping nude in bed in which case I would wake up with a face covered with cum. Other than the mess I was left to clean off, I liked that occasionally because it turned me on to picture my dad standing over me, stroking himself while he admired the daughter he loved while she slept. The dried cum on my face was a reminder of the love he had for me and I would play with myself as I dreamed of him jerking himself off and then directing streams of sperm on his daughter’s face and body.