Taboo Acts(7)

“Are you okay?”

“I'm fine now,” he said. “I thought you were at LegoLand?” My father came out of the bathroom in his robe and asked what I was going to since the park plan didn't work out. I told him that I was going to hike and be back for dinner. I kissed my father good bye and told him that he should get some rest.

I imagined him grabbing me, kissing me on the mouth, and?doing the things like in the German kiddie porn.








The trail is about ten miles and after five miles the trail ascends to some high bluffs with a great view of the river. My legs needed the workout as they were stiff from the standing on the cold concrete. While hiking to the overlook, my mind could stop thinking about what I had seen. I wondered if my father did this in the family room often. I'm sure that he has a lot of sex drive and probably came home a lot when I was in school. I loved the look on my dad's face when he had an orgasm; he had the biggest look of pleasure on his face.

I could not get hisbig dickout of my mind either. I knew that I had to have it or I'd go crazy, even if I had no idea what to do with a dick since I had never touched one, let alone sucked one.

I know that people fantasize when masturbating; I have when I play with my pussy. I dreamed of being with Brad Pitt while I touched myself. No chance of that ever happening. I didn't know if my father was just fantasizing about incest or what. Helen? Me? Any girl?. He had never touched me any way that was sexual or made any kind of direct suggestion. Honestly, the thought of fucking my father and his big dick was turning me on. I imagined that my dad is soft, gentle, and very sensual, not brutal like the ugly old German guy was with that tiny pretty little girl.

It was then that I decided to give my Dad arealsurprise birthday present; he will be pleasantly surprised or shocked out of his skull. If he is surprised then we will both get what we want. If he is shocked, then I'll apologize and make the best of the situation and I'm sure that he will be understanding and supportive.








We were running the track the next Saturday morning. We did our usual routine and after our run, we were sitting under the shade of our favorite cottonwood tree. My father did not perform his usual run. I said, “You were running a bit slower than usual today, Dad. Are you feeling sick still?” I knew he was not sick yesterday.

“Nah,” said my father, “just sore in my shoulders and back. Late yesterday I did some tree trimming, you know those branches that were hanging over the driveway.”

Yes, I did notice that now that he mentioned it. I moved my position where I was sitting behind my father and began to massage his shoulders. I asked, “Does that feel better?” My father was not buffed up but had tight smooth muscles. He was so sexy to touch and tomorrow I would touch more than his shoulder muscles. My father let out a few 'oohs and ahhs” and was like, “That feels wonderful. Since tomorrow is my birthday, let's celebrate tonight and go to our favorite restaurant. That is if you don't have any other plans. Any birthday gifts for me?”

“Pampas!” I shouted, “I love that place! My only plans are to be with you, Dad.”

I wrapped my arms around his chest and gave him a big hug. Looking over his shoulder, I thought that I saw a rise in his running shorts but he quickly placed his water bottle over his crotch area.

“And I have a nice birthday surprise for you too,” I said.

He grinned. “Really? I can't wait.”








I decided to wear the slinky black dress that I wore to the junior high dance earlier in the year, the one where I had no date and no boys asked me to dance, but that was okay. I mean, I think I was looked hot in it so maybe the boys were just too scared. Hopefully, my luck will be better tonight. I found some pearls that my mother had left long ago. My father called to see if I was ready and I stepped. I had my make up perfect with a bit more mascara than I normally would wear, black dress, black stockings, white pearl necklace, and matching pearl earrings.

“Oh boy oh man oh brother where art thou,” said my Dad, “you are so beautiful, so grown up looking.” He leaned forward to smell my perfume and said: “Wow! Well let's go. We'll be the hottest couple there.”

We arrived at Pampas and I held my father around his waist as we walked in. We sat a table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. Pampas is one of those all you can eat meat places, where the waiters keep bringing various meats-steaks, chicken, pork, turkey-until you tell them to stop, We made small talk throughout the evening and I flirted with my Dad more than I normally do. I even brushed my leg across his a few times. The food was excellent and the service was superior, as always. My father enjoyed his birthday meal and company. We left the restaurant and drove home. I held my father's hand as we walked into our house. I told my father to sleep in tomorrow and we could run later in the day. I gave him a kiss that was about three or four degrees more than daughterly and said, “Sweet dreams, Daddy dearest.”