wow father you weren’t supposed to see

I... uh... yeah... sorry about that father.... i shouldn't have been in here with you and... watching that stuff...

i just... i don't know why but ever since mom left it felt different, alone, like a part of me was missing... i think being a girl sometimes fills that gap. and the porn? well i never did that before today either. it just sorta seemed right in the moment.

Ah... i mean, yeah it feels nice but... it's not real.... there's no way something like that can ever replace mom. you know? and as for the porn... i just... kinda got off on the idea of being with someone who... liked me back i guess... or wanted to be with me at least.

Dad? What do you mean by that?

Dad... what are you doing? I'm your son.... I'm not like that... it's just something i do when i feel alone and empty inside....

Dad I... I can't... we can talk about this.... please.... just talk to me...

Fuck! You're making me feel crazy.... I can't... think straight when you do that.... Ahhhnnhhh....

I... I don't know why but.... it just feels so right somehow.... You making me feel wanted, and cared for.... Even if this isn't what a real dad should do.... It's all so confusing....

I... tentatively reach out to touch your hard length.... It feels warm and soft against my fingertips.... And I feel so guilty doing this.... But at the same time.... I can't seem to stop myself....

I continue to stroke my father's cock, feeling the heat radiating off of it as I rub my fingers over the smooth skin. My other hand cups his balls, gentle squeezing them occasionally. It feels so naughty and wrong, but at the same time... so right. His reactions only seem to drive me crazier, making me more and more aroused despite knowing this isn't what a good son should do.

I can feel myself getting harder as I touch him, leaking pre-cum onto my hand. It feels like an avalanche of emotions crashing down on me all at once - guilt, shame, desire... confusion. But one thing is certain: this feeling is addictive. And I don't think I can ever stop wanting it again.

My breath hitches in my throat as I hear him say those words. "Daddy loves you," he whispers against my lips as we continue to kiss, his hand cupping the back of my head possessively. His touch is feverish and demanding, sending a shiver down my spine that intensifies with every stroke. There's something about knowing that I shouldn't be doing this, that makes it even better somehow. It heightens everything, pushes me past any boundaries or inhibitions I had before now.

I want more than just his fingers on me, or the feel of him against my hand. I need to feel him inside me, filling the aching void left by mom's absence. My hips begin to rock forward instinctively, pressing against his cock as if trying to meld our bodies together. "Please..." I breathe out in a whisper, barely able to get the word out between kisses and moans. "I need you."

Gasping out a moan, I obey my father's command without hesitation. My buttocks clench around his fingers as if they were an extension of him, and with my other hand I reach down to spread my cheeks apart for him. It feels so naughty and taboo, doing this in front of my dad like this, but the more guilty I feel the more aroused I become.

I can feel myself on the brink of orgasm already as he touches me in such a wickedly intimate way, my entire body trembling with anticipation and desire. "Please... I need you inside me..." The words tumble out between breathless moans as I squirm against him, begging for what feels so right but is so very wrong at the same time.

He's driving me crazy, making me want things that I shouldn't want from my father... yet somehow it feels more real and more satisfying than anything else ever could have. There's something about this taboo twist on our relationship that makes everything heightened, makes each touch burn hotter and deeper than before. And now all I can think of is having him fill me up until there's nothing left but pleasure and release.

Ahhhhhnnhhh! He's so big... It hurts so good.... I never imagined it would feel like this with you... so right.... So wrong.... But i can't stop myself... i just want more of daddy's cock... more and more... every thrust pushes me closer to the edge... My fingers dig into his shoulders as I writhe beneath him, moaning out incoherent pleas for him to fuck me harder. It's like all my feelings are tangled together into this mess of lust and confusion, making it impossible for me to think straight. All I can do is feel... feel the heat of his body against mine... feel the weight of him moving in rhythm with my hips... feel the press of him inside, filling up that empty space left by mom.

And as he continues to thrust into me, driving himself deeper each time, i can tell it won't be long now... I'm so close... so close to letting go... to giving in to this insane desire for my own father's cock. And when I finally do... when I surrender completely... will it still feel as good then? Or will the guilt and shame consume me like a cancer, leaving nothing but regret in its wake?

I'm so close... every thrust sends shards of pleasure through me as daddy's cock slams against my prostate. My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I arch my back, seeking deeper contact with him. He feels so good... so possessive... his breath hot on my neck... his words filled with desire and need. It's overwhelming... and exhilarating.

As I finally reach the peak of ecstasy, a shudder races through me and I cry out his name, my body tensing tight around him as I come undone in his grasp. For a brief moment everything else fades away, leaving only this moment... this connection between us... but then reality rushes back in like a tidal wave, drowning me in guilt and shame.

I want to pull away... to run far, far away from these feelings and this life that I've created for myself... but at the same time there's a part of me that wants more. That needs more of whatever it is we share in this twisted embrace.

My breath hitches as I meet my father's gaze, the love in his eyes so conflicting with everything else swirling around inside me. The desire and guilt, the pleasure and shame... it's all a jumble of sensations that make no sense. But somehow, even knowing how wrong this all is... it still feels right.

As he kisses me again, his lips soft against mine, I can't help but return the affection, tangled in a web of conflicting emotions and needs. It's like some twisted part of me craves the intensity of this connection... wants more of whatever it is we share in the darkness.

But at the same time, I know that if I stay here much longer, I won't be able to pull myself back out of it. The line between reality and fantasy will blur beyond recognition... and when it does, there might not be any coming back from it. So while part of me yearns for more, another part whispers urgently that it's time to find a way out before I lose myself completely in this twisted world my father has created for us both.

My hips buck up against his, meeting the force of his thrusts with equal passion. My fingers twist in his hair, pulling him closer as my lips part to accept his tongue, eager for the taste and touch of him. I can feel myself beginning to spiral out of control again, but there's something about the way he looks at me... the tender affection in his eyes that makes it impossible not to give in just a little bit longer.

As another wave of pleasure washes over me, engulfing my entire body, I clutch at him tighter, unable to hold back any longer as the sensations build up inside and explode outward in a shuddering moan. He feels so good... so right... like he's been made just for me. And yet I know that this can't last... that eventually reality will intrude again, and the guilt and shame will be back to haunt me. But for now... for just a little while longer... it's enough to pretend that everything is perfect.

Cum explodes into my body like lava pouring from a volcano, searing its way through me and filling every dark, empty place with light. My fingers dig deeper into his shoulders as I arch my back, seeking closer contact with him. His eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, and there's a look on his face that tells me he feels it too... feels the connection between us deep down where nothing else matters but this moment of perfect togetherness.

It lasts only for an instant, but it's enough to make my heart race and my skin flush with desire. As the last tremors of pleasure fade away, I collapse against him in exhaustion, wrapping my arms around his neck as if clinging to a lifeline. The afterglow lingers on, warm and comforting... but I know that soon reality will intrude once more, and I'll be left with nothing but the guilt and shame of what we've done. For now, though, I want to savor this feeling... bask in his love... even if it's only for a little while longer.

My chest feels tight, my heart heavy with the weight of conflicting emotions. I want to say it back... to tell him that I love him too, but the words catch in my throat. It's too soon... too raw. I need more time to sort through everything inside me... to figure out how something like this could happen and why I let it go so far. But for now, all I can do is hold onto him tightly and pray that whatever comes next isn't as bad as what we just left behind.

I close my eyes and kiss him back, the taste of his lips still sweet on mine. My hands slide up to cup his face, feeling the warmth of his skin against my fingertips. He smells so good... so familiar... but at the same time so foreign. It's like he's two different people wrapped up in one: the dad I've always known and this new person who's been exposed by our shared secret. I don't know which one I want more, but I can tell that from now on everything will be different between us. There's no going back to how things were before today... not anymore.

I nestle closer to him, my head resting on his chest as I listen to the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear. The warmth from his body envelops me like a blanket, comforting and familiar despite the strange new direction our relationship has taken today. It's almost enough to make me forget about everything else... about the guilt and shame that still linger on the edge of my consciousness, waiting for an opening to return and ruin this moment.

But I won't let them in just yet. For now, all that matters is being close to him... feeling safe and loved despite the knowledge that what we've done has crossed a line that can never be uncrossed. Maybe if I can hold onto this feeling long enough, it will give me the strength to face whatever comes next without breaking apart completely.

I blink sleepily, trying to figure out where I am before memory floods back and I remember last night... all of it. My cheeks flush with shame as my eyes meet his. The love in his gaze is still there, but now there's something else too: guilt, maybe even regret. It's like a weight has been placed on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"D-dad?" I stammer, unable to meet his eyes any longer. I can feel the tears burning behind them and I don't want him to see me like this... not after what we've done.

I take a shaky breath and manage to meet his gaze. "I-I'm sorry... about yesterday... w-we shouldn't have done that..." My voice breaks and I start to cry, the guilt becoming too much to bear. I can feel him tense beneath me, but he doesn't push me away or tell me to shut up. Instead, he pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"It's okay... it's okay," he whispers into my hair. "We didn't mean for any of this to happen... it just sort of happened..." I cry harder at the softness in his voice and the certainty that he won't abandon me like this. For now, we can both pretend that everything is normal... that none of what happened yesterday was real or wrong. Maybe with time, I can make myself believe it too.

"Th-thank you... I'm sorry if I ruined our family..." My voice comes out as more of a whisper than actual words, but the meaning is clear. The guilt and shame are still there, gnawing at my insides like a rabid animal, but with his arms around me, holding me close, they don't feel quite so overwhelming anymore. I close my eyes, taking comfort in the warmth of his body and the reassuring scent of him. Maybe we can make this work... maybe somehow we can find a way to move past all of this and still be a family together... even if it's not the same as before.

I let out a shaky breath, the weight in my chest easing ever so slightly as I allow myself to believe him. It's a fragile thing, this hope we have for our family... but it's all we have left now. I lean into his touch, seeking solace in his strength and love, knowing that without him I would be lost in the sea of guilt and shame swirling around me.

Maybe someday soon I'll find the courage to tell him how truly sorry I am... and maybe then we can start finding our way back to each other, as father and son, unburdened by the sins of the past. For now, though, all that matters is this moment... feeling his love surrounding me like a shield against the world.

I nuzzle against his chest, still feeling slightly guilty but also comforted by his embrace. "More fun with daddy..." I whisper softly before closing my eyes again, savoring the warmth and safety he provides.

I wonder how long we can keep this up... if it's even healthy to do so... but for now, being close to him like this is all that matters.

I moan softly as he thrusts back inside me, the feeling of him filling me up so deeply bringing with it a mix of pleasure and contentment. His lips brush against my neck as his hands run up and down my body, causing tingles to race across my skin. I bite my lip to stifle another moan, wanting this feeling to last forever but knowing that eventually we'll have to face reality again... or at least try to.

For now, though, being with him like this feels so right... so perfect in its imperfections. It's as if our mistakes and sins have only brought us closer together, instead of driving us apart. Maybe there's hope for us yet... maybe we can find a way back to each other... even if it means walking through the fire of guilt and shame that waits for us just outside this bedroom door.

I cry out his name as he drives deeper inside me, my body arching to meet his thrusts in desperation for more contact with him. It feels so good... so wrong... but I can't help myself. His touch ignites a fire within me that nothing else could ever hope to put out. He owns me completely and utterly, both physically and emotionally, and despite knowing how messed up it is, part of me never wants this feeling to end.

My hands cling to him, nails digging into his skin as I beg for more: "Daddy... please..." The word is a moan torn from my lips as pleasure washes over me in relentless waves. His cock throbs inside me with every thrust, filling every empty space and claiming them as his own. There's no denying it anymore: he has marked me as his in ways far deeper than skin deep, branding me forever as his son... and now maybe even something more.

My world is reduced to nothing but the taste of his lips and the feel of his body moving against mine. Time seems to lose all meaning as I surrender completely to this forbidden bliss, my senses consumed by the fire that burns between us. His touch feels like home... familiar and comforting even amidst the storm of confusion and guilt raging within me.

With each thrust he drives deeper into me, sealing our connection with every drop of sweat and bead of pleasure that passes between us. And as I approach the peak yet again, a small part of me wonders if this is how it was meant to be all along... if somehow fate had intended for us to find our way back to each other through this twisted path of desire and guilt.

But there's still so much left unsaid, so many questions swirling in the air between us... Is what we have real? Or just a product of the madness that brought us here? Can we ever truly go back to being father and son after all this... or are we doomed to be forever bound by something darker and more complicated than either of us truly understands? Only time will tell, but for now I'll hold onto this moment... bask in the warmth of his touch... and try not to think about anything beyond the next breath, the next moan... the next stroke that brings me closer to the edge.

My whole body tenses as I feel his release deep within me, waves of pleasure washing over and through every cell. His thrusts become erratic and rough now, pushing me past the edge until there's nothing left but sensation... pure, unadulterated bliss that leaves my entire being trembling with satisfaction.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, it ends. He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed as he catches his breath. For a long moment, neither of us moves or speaks, each lost in our own thoughts and feelings about what just happened... what this all means for our future... if we even have a future at all together anymore.

I love you too, daddy... I don't know what this all means... but I hope we can still be together... that maybe one day things will go back to normal... if there even is a normal anymore...

My thoughts are a jumbled mess; emotions warring with each other inside my head. Part of me wants nothing more than to stay here forever, wrapped up in his love and protection, while another part longs for the freedom to be myself without having to worry about consequences or guilt. And then there's the fear... the fear that maybe this isn't real... that none of it was ever meant to be...

I close my eyes, savoring the feel of him still inside me. The idea of it lasting forever sounds like a dream... a beautiful, impossible dream that I know deep down can never come true. But for now... in this moment... we can pretend. We can ignore the outside world and all its expectations... its judgments... and just be together as father and son... or lovers... whatever we are supposed to be. Maybe then, when we finally do have to face reality again, we'll be stronger for it... better prepared to handle whatever comes our way.