Taboo Acts(8)

I woke up about 6 that next morning. It was my Dad's birthday and he was 31. I went into the kitchen and made some extra strong coffee. While the coffee was brewing, I went into my bathroom and checked myself in the mirror; the makeup was good from last night and my perfume was still lingering. I quickly brush of my long black hair and I thought, here we go. I poured the coffee into two special mugs and added extra milk into mine.

It felt funny to be running around the house nude with my father here as I usually had on a night shirt or more on. I slowly pushed my father's bedroom door open with my shoulder as I had my hands full.

He was still asleep. I placed the mugs on the night table, propped an extra pillow on his opposite side of the king size bed, and slid under his sheets. His sheets felt so comfortable and smelled of his favorite cologne. I picked up his coffee and reached over him to give him a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning, Daddy” I whispered, “tis time to wake up and I have your caffeine.”

My father sat up, readjusted his pillows, and took the coffee from my hands. I reached for mine and took a sip. My father was not completely awake yet to realize everything.

“Happy birthday, Daddy,” I said, and smiled and rubbed my hand across his chest.

“Thanks, honey,” said my father as he took another sip of coffee. “This is nice to get my coffee served to me this morning. This is one of those mornings that we need to be more open with each other than normal. I slept in the nude last night and I don't have anything on.”

I giggled. “Well, I'm naked too! We are both in our birthday suits for your birthday present.”

“My birthday present?”

“Let me move over and you can give me a hug,” I said boldly. I slid over to sit on my fathers lap with my back to his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I'm comfy now,” I said as I snuggled to him. “Are you?” I asked.

“Oh very,” said my father “This is very unexpected but very pleasant. After dinner last night, all I thought about was you. How grown up you were and how beautiful you are, and now we are drinking coffee, naked!”

I could feel his dick starting to grow under my lap.

“I can see you really are enjoying this,” I laughed and felt his hands rise from my waist and over my breast. “That feels so nice.”

Okay, maybe I appeared to know what I was doing but I didn't have a clue, I was taking cues off things I had seen in movies. Like I said, I had never even kissed a boy or man or anyone let alone get sexy with them.

My Dad spoke in a whisper: “I can't tell you how often I have wanted to touch you when we have hugged and stuff?sometimes I would run slightly behind you just to watch your butt move. You have a great ass, kid. I find you so beautiful.” He started to caress my nipples which started to harden. “Are you okay doing this?” he asked me.

I let the sheet slip to our waists. My father was breathing in my perfume as his hands explored my small breasts. His hands felt so good as he paused over my rather flat breasts and kneaded my large pink nipples. His penis was now fully erect and popped up between my legs. I slid the sheet completely off of us and I got my first look at his cock, up close and personal. It was so beautiful, nice and thick, and I didn't mind the musty odor, in fact it made me wet when the smell hit my nostrils. My hands started to lightly feel up and down his shaft.

“Baby that feels good,” went my father, “Hey, honey, look I just woke up and that coffee is working on me. I have to pee.”

I laughed. Timing! I rolled over on my stomach and watched my Dad head for his bathroom with his dick bobbing up and down. A minute or so later, I heard the water run and my father came out. He hadn't shrunk one bit. He just stood by the bed for a minute admiring my butt. I smiled and rolled on my back and spread my legs. He licked his lips as he stared at my vagina.

Dad climbed into bed and lay by me. He kissed me, at first very tenderly and then our tongues were dancing in each other's mouths. His hands roamed over my body while my hands were targeted to one spot. I returned to stroking I was starting to get wet too, I mean really wet, more wet than when I masturbated.

“Dad,” I said, “Sit back against the pillows. Time for your birthday blow!”

“What?”

“I'm going to suck on you.”

“Okay, baby.”

Dad sat back against the pillows and looked down to watch me, his daughter, run my tongue across his dick head. Smiling, I started to suck and lick his dick head while pumping my hands up and down on his dick. How did I do? Who knows? This was all new, I was just doing the same things that little girl did to the German man. I mean, I knew about sucking cock, girls talk about it a lot, and Helen had told me what she did when she sucked boys off, and how she would swallow their sperm.