Chapter 3: Morning Sex With My Dad

It was almost two hours to get to the lake at one of the state parks in West Virginia. We didn’t want to get there TOO early while it was still cool but we also didn’t want to face the noon-time crowd. Everyone was to meet at our house and from there we would pick up the boat at the storage place and head south. My dad knew about our plans, of course, and I think he was unhappy he couldn’t attend. He would never have told us NOT to go but the disappointment in his eyes was apparent the night before when he was helping my mom get the SUV ready. Well, I knew just the thing to do to help reduce his disappointment!

For the past couple of years now, my dad and I had developed a “tradition” where he would come to my room before he went to work and get himself off. Sometimes it was nothing more than masturbating as he watched me sleeping nude in my bed (one of the few times he actually saw me nude when we weren’t having sex or in the hot tub). Usually that was when I was really tired and didn’t wake up when he came in. Later I would wake up and find the “evidence”, usually on my boobs and face. Most of the time he would put his dick in my face and I would wake up with the feel of his cock pushing into my mouth.

Sometimes I would just suck him off and other times, if he had the time, it might lead to him fucking me. On rare occasions, my favorite “wakeup call” was when I was really tired but rather than masturbating over me, he would get in bed with me and try to fuck me without waking me. Needless to say, I almost always woke up as soon as his dick penetrated me but there had been a couple of special mornings when I was literally passed out and I woke with his cum draining from my pussy.

As I said, according to our “tradition”, my dad would come to my room where I would be asleep, even if I was only pretending to be. Now I can’t say we do this EVERY morning, but definitely more times than not. Weekends were usually a different story as he likes to sleep in on Saturdays. Sundays were also special as he usually waited until just before we would go to church to fuck me so the cum was fresh inside of me as we sat in the pews. Tomorrow was a work day so I faced a deadline before he had to leave to catch the “T to get downtown on time for work. Not that it mattered usually if he was late but it set a bad example.

That night I set my alarm for about a half hour before my dad’s usually went off. As it turned out, I really didn’t need to have bothered because I woke up fifteen minutes before the alarm anyway. Damn, my pussy was already soaking wet! Evidently I must have been dreaming about Duane again! My hand instinctively reached between my legs and I started to play with myself when I caught myself and stopped. As much as I wanted (make that NEEDED) to get off, I had more important things to do. I quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom where I straightened myself out a little. Then I sneaked into my parents’ bedroom and carefully turned off his alarm.

My parents were both in bed, sound asleep. As usual, my mom was bundled up in her covers while my dad had thrown his off during the night. He was laying on his back, and snoring quite loudly. Of course he was nude (I don’t EVER remembering either of my parents wearing anything to bed even once my entire life unless they had plans besides sleeping). His dick was laying over on its side, flaccid and partially hidden by his thick curly pubic hair. Fortunately he was positioned close to the side of the bed so I didn’t have to worry about waking him by having to get on the bed to reach him.

I have to confess that the snoring wasn’t exactly erotic, but at the same time it provided a great indication of how hard he was sleeping. My dad always tried to say he didn’t snore so when he was quiet it was either he was not sleeping very soundly or he was pretending to sleep. There had been times he tried to fake being asleep by pretending to snore but he never got the “sound” quite right and I could always tell when he was trying to fool me. My mom, on the other hand, was more difficult as she slept with the covers over her and as a rule, wasn’t much of a snorer unless she was flat on her back and exhausted.

Reaching out, I carefully picked up his cock by grabbing the head with my fingers and stretching it out towards his stomach. Well, he certainly wasn’t having a wet dream, that was for sure. His cock was totally limp and soft and frankly, looked a little shriveled with the excess skin in his limp non-erect state. I let the tip of my fingers run up and down the back of it, gently caressing it from the tip of the head to the base. I loved the feel of his pubic hair as I ran my fingers through it softly. His legs were spread apart just enough that I could rub his hairy balls as well.

So far he hadn’t responded in any way, not breaking rhythm in the slightest. Taking his dick between two fingers, I lifted it up just enough to get my mouth over it. Mmmmmmm, he was so warm and smooth and I loved the slightly bitter taste of his sweaty crotch in the morning before he took a shower. I gently sucked on his cock head, letting my tongue do most of the work. I was rewarded by a stirring in his dick, a barely perceptible movement that I was only able to feel due to the sensitivity of my mouth around his dick.