Chapter 2: Tuesday Evening - Me and Dad in the Hot Tub

After dinner I retreated upstairs to my bedroom where I started to change into a T-shirt but changed my mind and sneaked into my dad’s closet to pick out a shirt. There was quite a selection and eventually I chose a simple white dress shirt with long sleeves that hung on me like a sack but felt quite comfy. It always felt good to dress down for the evening. Running around the house nude wasn’t my thing and I knew my dad enjoyed seeing me in his shirts, even if he pretended to complain about it. I thought he could use some cheering up after the Tammy discussion and hopefully seeing me wearing it would do something for him - in more ways than one.

Heading back downstairs, my mom was alone in the kitchen, putting away the dishes. Hearing me enter, she turned and checked me out.

“Hey mom, where did dad go?” I asked.

“Out back ... can’t you hear the hot tub running?” she answered. She looked at me and shook her head saying, “You know that shirt’s brand new, don’t you?”

“So?” I replied, tossing my hair back.

“Well, just keep it away from the hot tub. The chemicals yellowed the last one you wore,” she warned me.

Whatever. Like there any chance I’d be wearing it for long given my dad’s mood today. I just shrugged and headed for the door at the back of the kitchen. Our house was situated like most homes in the Pittsburgh area - on the side of a steep hill. Our driveway dropped an entire story in the length of the house making the garage level with the basement. Rather than just roof the garage, my dad built a deck over it so it was huge - the size of a two car garage. The kitchen was at the back of the house so the back door led out to the deck. With the trees and sloping hills, plus the railings on the deck, it was surprisingly private given we lived in the middle of town.

Out on the deck, I saw my dad was already in the hot tub. His back was to me but I could tell from the way his shoulders and arm were moving what he was doing. Poor daddy, he must have gotten all horny from the talk about Tammy and now here he was all alone, jerking off as he dreamed about God only knows what about my cousin. Well, at least I could help him with THAT problem!

“Hey daddy, mind I join you?” I asked, having to raise my voice loud enough to be heard over the din of the noisy hot tub motors.

My dad twisted his head around and smiled when he saw me replying, “Sure baby, you know you’re always welcome.”

I grinned and quickly stripped off the shirt. He hadn’t even noticed I was wearing his new shirt but that didn’t surprise me. Like most guys, once my dad started masturbating his mind seemed to go off-line. Like I’ve had entire conversations with him while he was jerking off that he completely forgot about later.

After I hung the shirt up on the back of one of the deck chairs, I made my way over to the tub which was in full froth mode from the jets. My dad liked to keep it hot and it took me a few minutes to gingerly slip in. Meantime, my dad kept stroking his dick while he maintained a close eye on my nude body as well as it disappeared inch by inch into the roiling water. His eyes had that far-away look that told me as much as he enjoyed looking at my nude body, that in his mind he was imagining it was little Tammy who had just stripped and was now joining him.

“Can I help daddy?” I offered once my body had adjusted to the hot water. It was a silly question, one I knew the answer to before I even asked it. Still, I think it turned him one when I said such things to him and since my objective at the moment was satisfying him, why not ask?

My dad didn’t bother answering but instead put his hands on the edges to his sides and raised himself out of the water until he was sitting the rounded edge of the hot tub. His cock was stiff and standing upright, glistening in the evening light. His pubic hair, normally a thick matt of coarse, curly back hair, was plastered down against his crotch, making his cock look even longer than normal. I moved over between his legs and took hold of my dad’s wonderful dick with one hand and started stroking it.

“Gee daddy, you’re REALLY horny tonight,” I teased.

“Oh really? How did you guess?” he joked, rolling his eyes.

I held his shaft at the base with my hand to steady it and then took his dick in my mouth and bobbed on it a few times before dropping it from my mouth and looking back up at him again. Yeah, he had the far-away look again and know what he had been imagining.

“You’re thinking about HER, aren’t you?” I accused him playfully.

My dad didn’t rise to the bait and just groaned as I worked on his cock. After six years I’d sucked his dick hundreds of times so I was pretty “familiar” with it. I knew just how to make him feel good, just where to touch him, where he preferred to be licked, when he wanted to be stroked or when he wanted to be sucked. He had told me once, VERY privately, that I blew him even better than my mom which thrilled me to no end. Of course, neither of us would EVER say that to my mom who prided herself on her cock-sucking prowess. His dick tasted like hot tub water, the smell of bromine heavy in my nose. Holding his balls in one hand, I gently rolled them in my hand, being careful not to get TOO rough with them. Given his “warm up” before my arrival, it wasn’t long before he was ready to cum, thrusting his hips forward to push his dick into my mouth.

“God Kelly,” he groaned, “You’re incredible ... don’t stop!”

“Cum in my mouth daddy,” I begged, “Let me taste your love for me.”

Again, it was a totally unnecessary request as nine out of ten times when I sucked him off, that’s where he did it. There were those times when he seemed to enjoy spraying it on me but fortunately those were pretty far and few between. Even then, it wasn’t so bad when I did him in the hot tub as I could wash it off right away but when we were in the SUV or watching TV, I either had to go to the bathroom or stay with him and have it dry on me.

My dad grabbed my head with both hands and held it down on his dick, signifying to me his intent to release himself in my mouth. Sure enough, he soon started to ejaculate.

“Oh fuck, this feels so DAMN good!” he exclaimed, his hips humping up against my mouth as one load after another of his cum filled my mouth.

I was pretty happy myself at that moment, knowing I’d been successful yet again at making my dad cum. Actually, I loved it when any guy came when I sucked him. I guess you could say it is sort of a validation for me in way. A guy can’t fake an orgasm like a girl can so when he cums, it means I was the one that made him do it. With my dad it was extra special. After all, how many fathers cum as a result of their daughter actually sucking them instead of just having to imagine it?

My dad’s warm cum flooded into my mouth, as if I was holding a bottle of water with a squirt top to my mouth and squeezing it, except his sperm was warm and sort of slimy. Damn, he was horny tonight! He released at least five or six decent loads before he jerked a few more times and then called it quits. Letting his dick drop from my mouth, I looked up at him with a big grin on my face. Opening my mouth, I stuck out my tongue so he could see his cum that was pooled on top of it, just like the porn sluts do in the videos he loved to watch.