Test Dummy (Part 2)
Date: 10/16/2017, Categories: Fiction, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Incest, Older, Voyeur, Author: Doc88102, Source: sexstories.com
Chapter 4 I closed the door lightly behind me, unsure of where Dad was in the house. I started down the hallway and looked in on the lounge, the first thing I saw was the sofa that I'd woken up on this morning. A feeling came over me and it wasn't a feeling I was used to. It seemed a mixture of feeling sick and euphoric, I could remember everything that happened and it came back to me as quickly as a hiccup. The feeling of his penis tighten in my mouth before he pulled me on top of him, sucking and biting my nipple while roughly slapping my ass, thrusting himself in and out of me before exploding inside me. And then the feeling of my orgasms. I could faintly recall the feeling, the feeling of pure and raw emotional bliss. The feeling of complete relief. I sucked in a deep breath and turned away from the scene, and saw my Dad stood in the doorway of the kitchen. He was wearing a towel around his waist and the water was still dripping off of him. He was looking me deep in the eye before looking away, and finally he found the words to speak; “Shouldn't you be at school?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied. “But didn't feel too well so I figured it was best to come home and you know, talk.” I said. It didn't seem that either one of us could hold eye contact for more than a couple of seconds. He nodded a reply and made his way toward me, but just as he reached me he turned, and swiftly made his way upstairs. “Be right back.” he said. Once he vanished at the top of the stairs, the ... air whooshed from my body. This was harder than what I thought it would be. Dad came back down after a few minutes wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, he rubbed his head with a hand towel and stood in the kitchen doorway, I was sat waiting at the dining room table and could see him take a deep breath before coming in and sitting down. “Janey, I'm very comfortable with the idea of us not talking about this again after we leave this room. Obviously you have some explaining to do, and obviously I owe you some kind of apology. I really don't remember what happened last night.” he said, staring out of the patio door. “Dad, I can explain.” I started, “Really? Because, part of me wants you to and part of me doesn't want to know.” his eyes kept darting around the room, and on several occasions they fell onto my neck, he had a clear view of the mark he had left on me from his sucking. “Well, yesterday in school Claire and I were talking and she mentioned that when she was curious about certain things, she went to her Dad, but instead of asking him about them, she practised certain things on him when he was asleep drunk.” the words that I'd tried to build together in my head while Dad was upstairs spilled out of me, and with the confused look on his face I could see that they made little sense. “So you got this from Claire?” he asked. “Well, yes, but no. not really, Dad I-” right there he raised a hand and cut me off. “I think I understand,” he said, “Clearly Claires unhealthy ...