Dinner and a movie …

I must’ve dozed off, the melodies of a popular love song playing through my headphones, keeping me in a world of my own, completely deafened to my surroundings. I jump, a thousand electrical sparks coursing through my legs and into my chest, as a large hand settles on the back of my calf. I shriek as I flip over tearing the headphones off in the process. My heart stops beating, caught somewhere in my throat, preventing me from swallowing a single breath of air. There, looming over me, casting my entire body in its shadow is my dad. An equal look of shock and worry is plastered on his face.

Unable to speak, I struggle to formulate the myriad of thoughts and emotions that explode within my head. My eyes drink in the image of the god-like idol that stands before me. Dark and handsome, broad shoulders with muscled arms, and a well-trimmed torso. Yet despite the confusion and shock, my eyes drift lower to the bulge nestled neatly beneath his waist. Unabashedly staring, I can begin to see a clear outline developing, recalling the vividly clear images of it without any clothing.

*cough* “Uh … Umm … Your mother … Umm … Dinner’s ready …” and with that statement, he turns away and heads downstairs leaving me alone.

Finally able to breathe, I plop back onto my mattress. Slowly clarity returns to my befuddled brain and I wonder why Dad had been stuttering and looking so bewildered? That was unlike him, a strong, sure man, always confident and quite gentlemanly. Another deep breath and I resolve to rise from bed and join my parents. As I sit up, I gasp in horror at the sudden realization of my father’s insecurity. My half tee must’ve bunched up and risen when I flipped over, revealing my naked breasts to his wide eyes.

As the embarrassing realization settles in, a tingling warmth spreads like wildfire throughout my body, radiating towards my loins, creating a familiar itch that I’m **** to tend to. I reach into my shorts and can feel the moisture pooling against my palm. Well … that’s a step in the right direction … now he’s seen me … it’s my turn to see HIM!

Regrettably I pull my hand free, fix my clothing and head downstairs to join Mom and Dad. I take my seat at the table and can immediately feel the ice cold stares from my mother who looks disapprovingly at me. A slight scowl on her face, she begins to comment on my choice of clothing.

I stand my ground, stating that it’s comfortable, and I have no intention of going out in public. “Besides, it’s the latest fashion trend,” I affirm in an attempt to bolster my argument.

Mom tries to get Dad to team up with her, but he expertly dodges the attempt. “I know better than to argue the merits of female fashion trends. Can we just sit here and enjoy this wonderful food as well as having our family reunited for the summer?” Without waiting for an answer, he begins to eat his dinner. I look to my savior and catch the subtlest wink. He’s on my side … yeah!

The rest of dinner is pleasant and without controversy. We chat about school, the boys, and some plans for the summer. Dad announces that he’d like to have another family vacation at the lake, to which Mom and I agree. Towards the end of dinner, Dad leans back in his chair and says that he wants to watch the newest movie release from one of his favorite actresses. Mom chips in that she’s heard good reviews and thinks it’d be a great idea to have a family movie night, even though the boys weren’t home yet.

“Well that’s settled then. I’ll get the movie ordered and set up in the living room while you two finish up.” I look to Mom who shrugs her shoulders and whispers conspiratorially about how good girls cook, clean, and take good care of their men. It doesn’t take long for us to finish up, working together as a team. Again, as foreign as it seems in my mind, it always comes out feeling quite natural.

With a large bowl of buttered popcorn and several glasses of soda, we join Dad as he starts the movie. He’s perched on the far end of the sofa, while Mom claims the other end. I stake a seat between the two, holding the bowl so that everyone can reach when they want some popcorn. The movie starts and I can instantly tell that I have no interest in an alien invasion of a human colony on some distant planet. I don’t want to rain down on Dad’s running commentary on the plot, or what he thinks will happen next.

When the bowl empties, I silently place it on the table and sit back, trying to find a comfortable spot. I shift from side to side, unknowingly disturbing Dad’s viewing. He finally raises an arm and allows me to cuddle into him as he drapes his protective arm around me. My feet curl up and press lightly into Mom’s thigh.

Since the movie doesn’t capture my interest, my eyes drift away from the television, down along his chest until they settle on his crotch. Images reappear, a glorious piece of virility contained and hidden beneath his trousers. I close my eyes and can see it clearly, it’s girth, nearly as thick as my wrist as it grows to steely proportions. I can feel his hand fall upon my bare midriff, ever so softly caressing my flesh as goosebumps explode beneath his fingertips. Tiny circles, slowly and methodically grow into larger circles, each arc progressing closer and closer to the undersides of my heaving breasts, waiting in anticipation of his fleeting touches. Finally, after a painstaking eternity, contact has been made. Fingers and thumbs pressing into the pliable flesh, testing its firmness and response to his touches. My breathing silently quickens, not to alarm my sleeping mother at the end of the sofa. A stifled gasp threatens to escape when his strong hands make a bolden move and firmly grasp a tit, squeezing it so that my nipple scratches his palm. He draws it out until his thumb and finger can pinch the puckered peak, eliciting another stifled cry. I shift, yielding access to his exploring hand, while twisting so that I can reciprocate in my own way. Without thought or effort, I lower his zipper and reach in to grasp his monster sized shaft. Barely able to wrap my hand around it’s girth, I pull the trapped appendage from its confines, granting it freedom while giving me a closeup view of the object of my desire. The wait is over. My mouth hangs open in awe, inviting the swollen mushroom tip into it. A slight tug of my hand is all it takes to guide the missile towards my tongue, laving it, bathing it, cradling it as I wrap my lips around his flared glans, my tongue teasing the tip, gathering pearls of liquid that promise more to come. My nostrils flare at the intoxicating scent of his manliness, suckling the tip, working him closer and closer to the back of my throat. His molestation of my tits increases as I continue, each of us increasing in voracity. It continues until I feel another hand at the back of my head, urging me downward, forcing me to take more. My body begins to shudder with tiny tremors, an earthquake looming on the horizon. I can feel his rod pulsing. Every beat of his heart throbs in syncopation with his cock. His torturous hand leaves my tits and makes a quick journey south, burying itself between my slick thighs. His middle finger juts forcefully between my folds and thrusts in rhythm with his hips as he thrusts into my mouth. His urgency is paramount and I race to keep up with him, wanting to share this experience together.

My eyes fly open! My shirt is tangled around my neck! I have one hand buried in my pussy, while the other is mauling my tits! “I’m cumming …” I cry out for no one to hear. I suddenly realize that it was all a dream. I must’ve fallen asleep when I closed my eyes! The knitted Afghan was draped across me as I lay upon the sofa.

I sit up and try to gather my thoughts. My mind suddenly seems rather blank. I rise to my feet and walk towards the front door. Erotic sounds from a couple in the throes of lovemaking can be clearly heard from above. Without any further thought, I grab my keys and head outside into the cool midnight air. Not even a shiver rises upon my nearly naked flesh as I enter my car and drive!