Chapter 5: Going to Church as a Family

My grandmother always went to church on Sunday - not an issue with me at all since I was raised that way as well and still do whenever possible. I can’t say it’s because she is particularly religious as I suspect she goes more because of her reputation and community standing than anything else. As such, it was surprising that the church she switched to was the one practically in her backyard. A short walk apparently trumped any denominational concerns she might have had.

I woke up on Sunday morning and for the first time it occurred to me that even though I was with my dad, it didn’t look good for our Sunday morning “tradition”. It had started years ago, not long after we first started having sex in fact. He would fuck me just as we were ready to go to church, leaving me with a load of his cum fresh and warm as I sat in the pew next to him. besides the residual feelings of my freshly fucked pussy, it always felt just a little bit naughty to be sitting in a church pew in the middle of a service with cum leaking from my pussy - and my father’s to boot!

There was something about having sex in church that always turned me on, maybe the taboo nature I suspect. Many times I’d slipped from the service and done it with a boyfriend or even my cousin Rick on occasion in the basement or some out of the way place in the church, returning to the sanctuary with a freshly fucked pussy to tingle away for the remainder of the service.

With just one bathroom in the house, you can imagine how it was for four women to get ready for church! I ended up putting my makeup and doing most of my hair in the bedroom while my aunt in particular hogged the bathroom. It didn’t take long to get dressed, just a simple khaki skirt with a white blouse.

For a moment I debated whether to leave the panties at home but the skirt was short enough that if I should sit down somewhere where someone could look straight at me it would be hard not for them to notice so I reluctantly put on a pair. As for a bra, that wasn’t negotiable, no matter how conservative the church may be. It was simple too hot out to wear one and I wasn’t going to fuss with it just to please some old ladies who might get upset at little nipple protrusion.

Thus I was ready to go maybe a half-hour before the service and stepped out into the family room to find just my dad and Kristen. Apparently my aunt and grandmother were somehow squeezing into the bathroom together now. Pretty tight quarters!

Kristen was wearing a cute little summer jumper, surprisingly conservative for her. She was wearing a bra but I would have been stunned if she had. Her perky boobs didn’t sag an inch so it didn’t make much difference other than her nipples popped through a bit without one. All the bras I’d seen her wear were for show, not support or modesty.

Although I couldn’t see and she wasn’t showing me, I assumed she had on a thong, her underwear of choice. Her bare legs were already tanning and looked great without any hose, together with a pair of white heels that had maybe two or three inch heels at most. Anyone seeing her for the first time would have pegged her at most as maybe 18, maybe even younger. When most people find out she is actually 22, it often takes a driver’s license to prove otherwise to them!

My dad, as always, was in his suit. As warm as it was supposed to be today, I knew he would never go to church without his coat and tie. He looked pretty sharp as well and my pussy twinged just a little as I was reminded of what I was missing. Actually, our “tradition” was more for him than me. Usually it was the quickest fuck of the week for me as I normally didn’t arrive at his house until the last minute so we would just get to it and I worked to get him off as fast as possible so we could get to church on time. I knew it meant a lot for him, especially recently since it seemed the two of us weren’t having sex nearly as often as we use to.

Aunt Linda was seeing to his needs pretty well at the moment and so I had stepped aside, knowing he needed this sort of mature relationship if he was going to recover from my mother’s untimely death, at least as much as one CAN recover.

As for me, I got laid enough by other guys to where I didn’t NEED him to fuck me on Sunday mornings. It was more the pleasure I got from making him happy, and the naughty feelings generated when I sat in church afterwards, that made it desirable for me. Actually, I guess you could say that was primarily why I had sex with my dad period nowadays - to be a good daughter to him and make him happy. Of course I loved it when he would join himself with me, especially when he came inside of me, but I didn’t need to have sex with him to know he loved me. So long as he needed me, though, I would always be there to satisfy his needs and desires, in any way I could.

If there is one record I am most proud of, it is that I have NEVER said no to my dad - ever! Of course, it helps when your father loves you and respects you enough to never ask anything of his daughter that he knows she doesn’t like or isn’t prepared for. Hmmm, I guess it’s like a real-life interpretation of a biblical message there - in that God never puts us in a situation we can’t bear. Not that my dad is God or I have my theology screwed up, I’m just trying to illustrate a point.

I was about to take a seat and wait with them when my dad got up and whispered something to Kristen. She giggled and then looked at me with that devilish little smile she gets whenever she knows a secret - and I don’t.

My dad motioned for me to follow him and headed back to the hallway. I looked at Kristen again who just grinned all the more and then turned to follow my dad. He ducked into his spare bedroom and motioned for me to get inside. The bathroom was just across the hallway, maybe a little bit offset, but still only a few feet away from the bedroom door. No sooner than I was in the room than he closed the door as silently as possible. None of the bedroom doors in the house had locks, something I’d never really thought about before.

My dad took a couple of steps in and turned to face me. Then, with a boyish grin he unzipped his pants and to my surprise, he reached in and pulled out his dick through the zipper opening! Putting his finger to his lips to keep me from saying anything out loud, he pointed to my mouth and then to his dick, as if I needed to be told what he was expecting me to do.

Indeed, with the thin doors and deathly silence, it wouldn’t take much to be overheard by anyone who happened to be in the hallway at the time. It made me feel good to know that he recognized I loved and respected him enough as my father that he didn’t have to ASK me to suck his dick, all he had to do was tell me and I would do anything he wanted - anything. Of course, such unconditional love and submission was founded on his own love and respect for ME. I knew that he would never ask me to do anything that would degrade me or make me feel bad. It was an outward sign of our mutual love that such a mature and intimate relationship could exist between us.

Reaching down, I hitched up my skirt a little bit to make it easier to kneel and “assumed the position”, so to speak. Anyone watching would have recognized immediately what was happening - the girl on her knees in front of guy, grabbing his hardening dick with one hand while she sucks away like a kid with a popsicle on a hot summer day.

“Mmmmmmm,” he couldn’t help himself from letting out.

I was sure he would have loved to have said a LOT more, but he was fighting his instincts and trying to maintain order. Although I’m sure even if my grandmother should happen to step in that she would have excused herself and pretended not to have seen us, there was no sense in making her any more uncomfortable than necessary.

As soon as he was good and hard, I wasted no time putting my dad’s fine erection to work. Standing up once again, I leaned over the edge of the bed and reached back to pull my panties over and to the side, exposing my warm pussy to him with a nice rear view angle. We’d done this so many times that words weren’t necessary. He quickly moved in between my legs and rubbed the head of his stiff dick against my smooth butt and then worked his way down until it was positioned right at the entrance to my pussy hole. I was practically shivering with anticipation as I felt it nudging my pussy hole, teasing me a little as he rubbed it against me.

“C’mon daddy ... fuck me!” I whispered sharply over my shoulder, trying to pretend I was mad at him for holding back.

He just grinned all the more and then I felt the pressure against me as he pushed his dick against my pussy hole, forcing it to spread open for him and allow his dick to penetrate me.

“Oh yeah...!” he groaned softly as I felt him thrusting himself into me, pushing in a little deeper each time until he was finally buried in my pussy, his coarse pubic hair tickling my ass like a hair brush as he rotated his hips, literally “screwing” me with his dick. I pushed my butt back against him, trying to get him as deep into me as possible.

“Fuck me daddy ... fuck me ... oh please fuck me more daddy! Show me how much you love me daddy!” I begged him softly, closing my eyes so I could fully concentrate on the intense feelings of pleasure emanating from my crotch as my father drilled me with his incestuous cock.

Holding myself up with one hand, I reached underneath me and rubbed my clit, feeling his wet dick sliding in and out of me against my fingertips. My boobs were rocking back and forth under my blouse, my nipples rubbing up against the texture of the material, making them stiffen which only heightened my pleasure.