Having sex with my estranged dad

I moved in with dad. And he turned me into his fuck toy.

I stepped out of the car with my suitcase rolling behind me, heart thumping a little faster than usual. The house looked bigger than I remembered from the few visits we’d made as kids. Dad stood on the porch, smiling like he’d been waiting all day. “Hey, kiddo. Welcome home.”

It still felt strange hearing him call it home when I’d spent most of my life with Mom and my two brothers. But the job was here, rent was brutal, and Dad had said yes without hesitation when I'd requested to live with him. So here I was eighteen, moving in with the father I barely knew. They had divorced when we were young and we saw dad occasionally when he came to visit. As he lived ten hours away. Now that I had gotten a job in his state, maybe it was time to bond.

He helped me carry my bags upstairs to the spare room. The sheets smelled fresh, and there was even a little vase of flowers on the dresser. “Girlfriend’s touch,” he joked, scratching the back of his neck. “She stops by a lot. Hope that’s okay.”

I nodded, trying to act casual. “Yeah, totally. It’s your house.” It would be nice to have an older woman around.

We spent the first evening eating takeout on the couch, catching up on surface-level stuff—my new job, his work, the weather. Nothing deep. Nothing about the divorce or the years we missed. It was easier that way.

Later, when I was unpacking, I heard the front door open and a woman’s laugh drift up the stairs. Dad’s girlfriend. She was nothing like I imagined. I had expected someone like mom but Mia looked twenty two. Her voice was warm, confident. She was tall, curvy, long dark hair. She kissed Dad hello like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I closed my door softly, telling myself this was fine. Normal. Just a new chapter. Still, lying in the unfamiliar bed that night, I couldn’t shake the weird mix of comfort and tension. Dad was trying. I was trying. And somewhere downstairs, his girlfriend was probably curled up against him, making the house feel less empty.

For now, that was enough.

I woke up to the familiar rhythm of wet sounds drifting through the walls—soft, slick noises that made my thighs press together under the sheets. Mia’s low moans mixed with Dad’s deeper grunts, the unmistakable slap of skin on skin that I knew so well carrying clearly in the quiet house. My pussy throbbed instantly. I reached for my phone and opened the chat with my boyfriend.

Me: I miss you. I am so wet.

Chase: Touch yourself while you think of me.

I slid two fingers between my legs, circling my clit as the sounds continued—each slick thrust and muffled gasp pushing me closer. My breath came faster, hips rocking against my hand until I came quietly, biting my lip to stay silent.

Morning light filtered through the curtains when I finally got up. I pulled on a thin dress and headed downstairs for coffee. Dad stood at the counter in nothing but a white towel, his back to me as he poured. The fabric tented obviously in front, the thick outline of his morning wood lifting the towel and making the bulge impossible to ignore. Had Mia already left?

I froze in the doorway, eyes dropping straight to it. He turned, caught me staring, and a deep flush spread across his face. My own cheeks burned hot. I mumbled something about needing to get ready and hurried back upstairs, heart hammering.

Back in my room I couldn’t stop thinking about the size of that bulge. I lifted my dress, pushed my panties aside, and lay back on the bed. Two fingers slid straight into my soaked pussy while my thumb worked my clit. I closed my eyes and pictured Dad’s cock—thick, hard, pushing that towel up—filling me instead of my fingers.

My hips bucked as I fucked myself faster, soft wet sounds filling the room. I came hard, pussy clenching around my fingers, a quiet moan escaping before I could stop it.

When I opened my eyes, Dad stood in the open doorway. The towel still wrapped his waist but the massive erection underneath hadn’t gone down it looked much bigger. He watched me with dark eyes, one hand gripping the doorframe, the prominent tent of his cock pointing straight at me. He had been watching me! What the hell.

He stepped into the room without a word. His hands gripped my thighs and spread them wide, pushing my dress up to my waist. He dropped between my legs and his mouth sealed over my pussy. His tongue dragged through my folds, licking up the wetness left from my orgasm. Two thick fingers pushed inside me at the same time, curling and pumping while he sucked hard on my clit.

I gasped and grabbed at the sheets. His fingers worked deep, stretching me as his tongue flicked faster. My hips rolled against his face. The wet sounds of his sucking filled the room. My thighs shook around his head when I came again, pussy clenching tight around his fingers.

He pulled back and shifted over me. His towel dropped away. He turned and lowered his hips until his heavy cock hung over my face while his mouth returned to my soaked cunt. I opened wide and took him in. The thick head stretched my lips. I sucked hard, tasting the salt of him while he licked and fingered me again.

My second orgasm hit faster. My body jerked under him, muffled moans vibrating around his cock as I sucked deeper.

He moved again, turning to face me. His cock rested heavy against my entrance, rubbing along my slit without pushing inside. He looked down at me, voice low.

"I came to say sorry for earlier but I had no idea you were a slut like your mom. The woman who fucked every guy in the neighborhood and caused the divorce."

I shook my head, breath shaky. "I'm not a slut."

His cock kept sliding between my folds, the fat head bumping my clit with every slow pass. Heat built again. My hips lifted, trying to take him in.

"You like cock Jill. Beg for it." He said. He stayed just out of reach watching me as he rubbed me until the words broke out of me.

"Please... fuck me."

He drove in with one hard thrust. My back arched as his thick cock stretched me open. Seven inches. It felt so good. He started fucking me deep, each stroke hitting hard.

"You are a slut like your mom," he said, voice rough.

"No," I moaned, but my pussy clenched tighter around him.

"How many guys have fucked you?"

"One," I whispered.

He slammed harder. My legs wrapped around his waist. The confession spilled out between gasps.

"Three."

"See? You like dick that much." Tears of pleasure slid down my cheeks as I nodded. He kept pounding into me, the fat head dragging against every sensitive spot inside.

"You seduced your own daddy to fuck you. You're too greedy for cock."

His cock felt bigger and thicker than any before, stretching me in a way that made my mind blank. I came hard, pussy pulsing around him, a broken cry leaving my throat.

He didn't stop. He kept driving into me, sweat slicking our skin. "Who took your virginity?"

"My boyfriend... in school." Poor Chase had broken my hymen but had no idea about my secrets. But he'd been my first I'd never forget that. And besides, he was from a good family. He would make the perfect husband.

"And the other two?"

"Mom's boyfriends," I confessed, voice shaking. I remember how mom used to bring he boyfriend home. It started as forced but my body liked it. He began sneaking around ravishing my teen pussy whenever he could. I craved it. I was fourteen then. The second one was the longest relationship mom had. Sex started when I was fifteen with step dad tucking me in bed. And soon enough his cock was deep in my cunt everytime he came to tuck me in. This was mom's current and I had left him back home. Even the farewell night had involved him thrusting relentlessly in my pussy while chocking me and calling me a blonde bitch. Maybe he'd know what would happen.

"How dare they fuck my daughter." He said.

Dad's thrusts turned brutal. Harder. Faster. My body jolted with every slam. Pleasure built again fast. We came together, his cock throbbing deep as he pumped thick loads of cum inside me. My walls milked him through it, both of us shaking.

He pulled out slowly. Cum leaked from my pussy. He grabbed a wet towel from the bathroom and cleaned between my legs with gentle strokes. Surprisingly gentle. Then he lay beside me.

"I love you Jill." He said softly in my ear. We rested, breathing hard, his arm draped over my waist.

After a few minutes his hand moved lower again. His fingers found my clit and rubbed. His cock started hardening against my thigh. He rolled on top of me once more, pushing back inside with a slow thrust.

"After this," he said, voice low against my ear, "my cock will be all you want."