Chapter 2: Daddy Does Me in the Morning

Monday morning was sort of a milestone for me. It was the first weekday of my life that I wasn’t either in school or waiting to go back to school. It was still hard to believe I had finally graduated! I wasn’t the only one to be glad that I was back home. My dad had obviously missed his mornings with me while I was away at school and he didn’t waste any time reestablishing our little “tradition”. Of course, he had done me Sunday morning before church but that seemed different somehow - good, but different.

Ever wake up in the morning with a cock in your pussy? If you haven’t let me tell you that every girl should have it done to her at least once. Of course, if she had it once I doubt she would want to stop there. Sort of like once you eat that first potato chip and then suddenly the entire bag is gone!

It’s been my good fortune to have woken many a time that way and this morning was one more to add to my “count”. It’s hard to explain what it feel like to suddenly find yourself awake with your eyes half closed and your mouth feeling yucky, yet at the same time aware that there is SOMETHING between your legs. For the first few seconds it doesn’t quite register for what it is. It’s like when you wake up and for a moment not know where you are. That’s the way it felt, like I KNEW something was down there but whatever it was just wouldn’t come into focus.

Of course “whatever it was” wasn’t just sitting there still, it was moving in and out of me and then, as if the proverbial light bulb went off over my head, it became clear what was happening to me - I was being fucked! Of course, there was only one person who could have been doing that to me in the sanctity of my own bedroom - my loving dad.

“Morning sunshine,” I heard him murmur in my ear from behind.

He was spooning me, evidently sliding in bed behind me as I slept on my side and lifting my leg over his to spread open my pussy for him. God, I must have really been tired to stay asleep as his dick forced its way into me the first time!

“Morning daddy,” I mumbled, trying to make my mouth work again as I slowly came back to life.

“Mmmmmmm, I missed this baby. Did you?”

What a silly question! My god, of course I missed waking up this way, what girl wouldn’t be thrilled to wake up in the morning with her dad’s stiff cock in her pussy? So many mornings I would wake up in my college apartment and feel my heart sink as I realized once again my dad wasn’t going to be there for me. No matter how hard I masturbated, it just wasn’t the same.

“Oh yes daddy, I missed this SOOOO much!” I sighed softly, feeling like I didn’t even come close to expressing my true feelings.

I just laid there on my side, motionless as I felt the security of his strong arms around me, his hands cupping my boobs and fondling me. His hot breath brushed against my neck as he worked to pump his rigid warm cock in and out of me using slow, long strokes that maximized the sensations of his shaft as it glided over my pussy nerve endings. In a way it was almost surreal, like it was just a wonderful dream and any moment now I would wake up with that all-too familiar ache between my legs.

“God your skin feels so soft,” he whispered to me as he ran his hands all over me.

I could feel the goose bumps rising as his fingernails lightly traced their way over my stomach and hips. He kept whispering into my ear, telling me how much he loved to hold my boobs, fondle me all over, touch my legs and thighs. Of course all the while there was the steady rhythm of his wonderful dick as it moved non-stop in and out of my wet pussy like a piston on a steam locomotive. He wasn’t doing anything particularly special as he fucked me. If anything, what made it erotic was how NOT special it was - the relentless rhythm, never speeding up or slowing down, just in and out ... in and out ... in and out.

The floor boards squeaked and I looked to my door where my mom and Tammy were standing, watching us without saying a word. My mom, of course, was nude having just got out of bed. Just as my mom was “dressed” exactly as I would’ve predicted, so was Tammy as she had a long terry robe that came down to her knees and up to her neck. To fit in the doorway my mom had her arm around Tammy but she didn’t act as if she even noticed my mom’s nude body pressed up against her. No, her attention seemed to be focused entirely on me and my dad.